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[coldkidcookieneck]

Title: All by Myself and a Little More of Severus Snape

Summary: Reader tries to reconcile with her mysterious neighbour, Severus Snape after solo partying hard.

Author's note: Finally, after much brewing around, the sequel is out. Hope you guys enjoy reading it.

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem Reader

Part 1 and Part 2 here

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The first rays of sunlight streamed through your window, but your thoughts were clouded with guilt. You thought cynically, what a good way to start your New Year. Laying on the bed, memories of your loud music and encountering your brooding neighbour, Severus Snape, kept replaying in your mind. You couldn’t shake the gut feeling that you owed him an apology - that's more than words.

Determined to make amends, you decided on something simple yet heartfelt: butter cookies and coffee. You weren’t a professional baker, but you hoped the gesture would smooth things over. Throwing off the covers, you shuffled into the kitchen, mentally bracing yourself for the challenge ahead. By the time the smell of butter and vanilla filled the air, your nerves mixed with a strange sense of curiosity about the enigmatic man next door.

You slid the tray of biscuits into the oven and glanced at the steaming cup of coffee you’d brewed. It was a simple gesture, but you hoped it would convey sincerity. By the time the biscuits were golden and fragrant, you’d carefully arranged them into a small basket. Beside it, a flask of freshly brewed coffee rested snugly in its holder. You had enchanted the coffee to stay hot, a small touch you hoped he’d appreciate.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped outside and approached the dark, slightly foreboding house next door. The shadows of Spinner’s End seemed to linger longer around it, but you shook off the unease and rapped gently on the door.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed from within. When the door swung open, there he was—Severus Snape. His black robes billowed slightly as if stirred by a breeze that didn’t exist, and his sharp gaze pinned you where you stood.

“Yes?” he intoned, his voice as silky and sharp as you remembered.

“Good morning,” you began, your voice wavering slightly. “I wanted to apologise for last night. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I brought these as a peace offering.” You held up the basket, your fingers tightening nervously around its handle.

Snape’s gaze flicked to the basket and back to you, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he sighed and stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter.

You stepped inside, and immediately, a sweet, earthy aroma hit your senses. It was unlike anything you’d ever smelled—warm, herbal, and oddly comforting.

“Your house smells... unique,” you remarked, genuinely intrigued. “Like herbs and flowers. What is that?”

Snape stiffened, his expression sharpening. “I fail to see how that is any of your business.”

You held up your hands defensively. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just... it reminds me of something magical or maybe like potion brewing.”

His gaze snapped to you, his suspicion intensifying. “Magical?”, “Potion brewing?” he echoed, his voice low and dangerous.

Realizing you’d let something slip, you hesitated before reaching into your pocket. Slowly, you pulled out your wand and held it up.” Hey, don’t get too hasty or jinx me. I know that you’re a wizard. Because yesterday when you were confronting me I saw your wand in your sleeves so obviously I’m a witch too,” you admitted. “Pureblood, technically, but I was raised in the Muggle world. My parents wanted to keep me away from... all the drama.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed further, though this time it was more in scrutiny than outright hostility. “A pureblood, living among Muggles,” he mused, his voice dripping with disdain. “How... peculiar.”

You shrugged. “It was my parent's choice. They taught me enough magic to get by, but I’m still learning. Hence the lack of finesse with things like silencing charms.”

Snape let out a low scoff, but his posture relaxed ever so slightly. “How fortunate for you, then, that your ignorance hasn’t resulted in catastrophic consequences. Yet.”

You chose to ignore the jab, instead glancing around his dimly lit home. Your eyes landed on a small cauldron bubbling in the corner of the room. “Is that what’s making the smell?” you asked, pointing.

He followed your gaze, then sighed. “If you must know, I am brewing The Draught of Living Peace. It is a delicate potion, one that requires precision and, he shot you a pointed look, —“the absence of disruptions.”

You winced at the reminder of your blunder but pressed on. “It sounds fascinating. How do you get it to smell so… comforting?”

Snape’s eyes narrowed, though he seemed faintly amused by your curiosity. “The aroma is a byproduct of combining lavender essence and powdered moonstone. Satisfactory?”

“Actually, yes,” you said, smiling. “I didn’t realize potions could be so… delicate.”

Snape stared at you for a moment, his expression softening almost imperceptibly. “Few appreciate the intricacies of potion-making,” he said, his voice quieter now.

You stepped closer, your curiosity outweighing your caution. “Could you show me? I’ve always been interested in potions, but I never had a proper teacher.”

He raised an eyebrow.“Your enthusiasm for potioneering is almost as dangerous as your disregard for silencing charms.” 

“Hey, I’m not that bad!” you protested, though you couldn’t help but laugh. “I can follow instructions... most of the time.”

Snape sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are relentless,” he muttered, though there was a faint hint of amusement in his tone.

As he turned back to his cauldron, he frowned slightly. “Blast it,” he muttered under his breath.

“Something wrong?” you asked hesitantly.

“I’m out of valerian root,” he said, half to himself. “And the apothecaries in this miserable town don’t carry it.”

Your face lit up with an idea. “I could help! I mean, I’m new here, but I’d love to explore the area. Maybe I could track some down for you?”

Snape raised an eyebrow, clearly sceptical. “And what would you know about valerian root?”

“Not much,” you admitted. “But you could describe it, or I could take notes. Consider it part of my apology.”

For a long moment, Snape regarded you as though weighing the pros and cons of trusting you with even the smallest task. Finally, he sighed, his resignation evident. “Fine. But if you return with anything other than valerian root, I will hold you personally responsible for the consequences.”

As you took out a small notebook and began jotting down his description of valerian root, you couldn’t help but feel a small thrill of accomplishment. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Perhaps this strange, begrudging connection was the beginning of something—not quite friendship, but something nonetheless.

As you turned to leave, Snape’s voice stopped you.

“Don’t expect gratitude,” he said dryly, though his tone lacked real malice.

“I wouldn’t dare,” you said with a playful smirk.

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[coldkidcookieneck]

Hi guys,

Since today is our darling Severus Snape's birthday. So why not reward my dear readers with a sequel to All by Myself and a Little Bit of Severus Snape to lighten up your days.

Part 1 and Part 2

Hope you guys enjoy reading and thank you for your supports💕

[coldkidcookieneck]

Title: All by Myself and a Little Bit of Severus Snape

Summary: Reader just moved in right next door to Severus Snape and gets in trouble with him over some music.

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem Reader

Author's note: This is my first story and shot at writing this fanfic. Hope you guys enjoy it and Happy New Year Guys !!!!

Part 1 and Part 2 here

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The sun has just set by the horizon, casting long gloomy shadows along the quiet streets of the little town of Spinner’s End. Most of the houses were dark with no light and life in them, except for one - the home of a new neighbour, you. 

You had recently moved into town because of the expensive lifestyle you had faced living in cities like London. Here, you could have similar accommodations for much cheaper, allowing you to save some money for renovations. Moreover, you were a pureblood witch who had been brought up the Muggle way. Your parents, fearing for your safety and wanting to keep you away from the pureblood prejudices of the wizarding world, had chosen a quiet, hidden upbringing for you. Despite this, they ensured you received a wand and a solid grounding in magic so you could adapt when the time came for you to engage with the magical world. Now, here you were, transitioning to an unknown town and a fresh start.

Coincidentally, the house you bought was next to a person named Severus Snape, a figure you knew little about other than mere whispers and gossips of his mysterious dark character along with his infamous billowing robes that he seems to wear all the time. 

However, tonight you were in a celebrating mood and well spirited so you connected the enchanted gramophone-an heirloom that can be turned into a laptop when among muggles that play both Muggle and magical tunes-to the Bluetooth speakers you had enchanted to work with it, blasting your favorite tunes to celebrate the achievement of settling done after a long arduous week. Moreover, it was New Year’s Eve, so why not just ring in the new year spirits, you thought.

The bass echoed and thumped through the walls, the beats along with the bass filled the air, creating a stark contrast to the usual tranquility of Spinner’s End. Unbeknownst to you, Severus Snape was in his basement trying to brew The Draught Of Living Peace and the music was not aiding his effort in brewing it peacefully.

With a deep sigh and a furrowed brow, Snape slammed the knife he was holding with frustration down on the countertop. He could no longer bear to ignore the raucous and booming sounds from your house. Determined to put an end to this nuisance, he donned his robes and stormed out of his house, marching up to your front door. 

You were in the middle of a particularly energetic dance when you heard a very loud knock. Startled, you paused the song, quickly transfiguring the gramophone into the laptop, and slipped your wand in your sleeves when you went to the door. Who could it be at this hour? You opened it, only to find Snape standing there, looking pissed off and irritated. 

“Good evening,” you greeted skeptically, trying to mask the surprise with a friendly and jovial smile. 

“Well, it would be a good evening if you weren’t blasting that infernal music in your merry way when others are trying to accomplish meaningful tasks in their life.” he replied sarcastically, his voice dripping with irritation.” Do you have any idea what time it is?”

 You were flabbergasted by his words and glanced at your watch shrugging you said “ It’s not that late even. I didn't think it would be a problem seeing there’s not many staying on the street and your house was dark too so I thought maybe you were out. I didn't think it would be a problem.”

 Snape’s eyes narrowed further. “Well, it is a problem. As the music is preventing me from completing my work as it needs a modicum of peace and quiet.”

Realizing and feeling guilty for your mistake, you sighed apologetically. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you and disrupt your work. I just got a little carried away with the New Year’s spirit”.

Snape’s stern expression softened slightly, though he still looked exasperated.”Just keep it down, would you?”

“Of course,” you agreed, feeling a bit sheepish. “ I’ll turn it off. I didn’t realize it was bothering anyone.”

With a curt nod, Snape turned and walked back to his house, leaving you feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity about your enigmatic neighbor. 

As you settled down for a quieter evening, you couldn’t help but reflect on the interaction. Despite his stern and dark personality, something was intriguing about Severus Snape. You absentmindedly slid your wand out and started twirling it as you mused. Maybe, as the new year began, this would be a chance to bridge the gap between your vastly different worlds. You smiled softly, thinking of ways to make amends or perhaps even find common ground with your mysterious neighbour.

As the clock struck midnight, you whispered an incantation that released a small burst of sparkling light—your own magical tradition for welcoming the new year.

You quietly wished yourself, "Happy New Year," hoping that it would bring new opportunities and connections—and maybe, just maybe, a peaceful relationship with the man next door.

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