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Shameless, pt. 13

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

OMG HEYYY!!!!!!! GUESS WHO'S BACK? IT'S ME!!

how are you all?? i hope you're all doing well. this has to be the fastest 12,000+ words i've ever written LMAOO. my god. this is the longest smut i've written yet. hopefully it's as good as i think it is... humble me <3 (i am kinda proud tho i won't lie eh)

so i listened to multiple different songs for this part lol. it ranged from j.cole, adele, noah kahan (I LOVE THIS GUY, please check out 'the view between villages extended version', it's my new obsession), rihanna, the weeknd, sam fender. like what. what a rollercoaster fam. ok, anyway, let me shut up!!

please enjoy this as much as i did writing it!! i'm so glad to be posting it finally - sorry it's like 2 hours after i said i would!! thank you so so much for reading and all your comments, likes & reblogs. i know i say this every time but i truly mean it. it means a lot to me. <3

warnings: smut, light choking, fluff, arguing, mention of adultery, MINORS DNI !

again, i've marked where the smut begins and ends with a big red *

VAMOS!!

Ben's fingers curled around his wand as his opposing hand reached up to pull his jacket over his head, protecting it from the rain that was starting to pour from above. He'd found himself outside your greenhouse, curiosity and perhaps a hint of suspicion twisting in his gut. After you'd mentioned that you were having a meeting with Professor Lupin after dinner, Ben knew this was the perfect opportunity. Ever since he saw you and Snape during your class, something just didn't sit right with him. He didn't like the way you were so friendly with that miserable git, nor the way he had his eyes glued to you like you were the only person in the room. Since when was Snape nice to people, especially Hufflepuffs like you? Surely, you'd be someone he despised. Everyone knew that Hufflepuffs weren't exactly the strongest, nor the most ambitious people.

So why did Snape seem to let you slide past his cold exterior?

Ben held his wand a few centimetres away from the lock on your greenhouse door and whispered, "Alohomora," and the satisfying click of the handle reached his ears, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

Before he slipped inside, he cast a cautious glance to the left and right, reassuring himself that he was alone, and not being watched. With a sharp inhale, he wrapped his wet hand around the handle and pulled it down, opening the door and creeping inside. The damp, yet mild air hit him rather hard. He forgot how muggy the greenhouses were. Ben grunted slightly as he slipped off his jacket and chucked it on the table in front of him; beady, inquisitive eyes darting across the room, searching.

It was quiet and dark, almost gloomy even. Only the patter of the rain against the glass roof rang out in the glass enclosure. Ben noticed a few vases of the bouquets he'd sent you were wilting on the windowsills, and the now-yellowing, sun-damaged notes were still attached to them. As his eyes flicked away from the flowers, he eyed your desk, standing idly as a tingling sensation suddenly tickled the tips of his fingers. He padded towards it, wand in hand, nosily reading the piles of parchment sat atop of it.

'Class A, First-Years, subject: Dittany', He lifted the next pile of parchment up, reading again. 'Class D, Fourth-Years, subject: Bouncing Bulb, Wormwood,' Ben huffed, and let the pile fall back down from his prying fingers, wandering around to your chair. On either side were two drawers, and this piqued his interest. Surely, there's something in there. And so, he pulled open one drawer, a defeated sigh falling through his nose as metal instruments amongst pens rattled in it. He slammed it shut, and opened the next one.

Notes...

Ben's brows furrowed deeply as he slowly dipped his fingers into the drawer, plucking a note from it.

'Y/N,

I have taken one handful of wormwood and a careful pinch of aconite.

S.S'

Ben drew a deep, slow breath as his eyes lingered on those two initials, sparking a burning fire of jealousy and anger within his chest. He flicked through more notes, his heart growing colder with every read.

'Y/N,

Potter thought it was fitting to forget his ingredients for today's class. I have regrettably had to take another handful of Billywig stings. He sends his most sincere apologies.

S.S'

His jaw clenched. Why was he leaving you notes?

'Y/N,

- One piece of cowbane

- Two stems of dandelion root

S.S'

As Ben reached the bottom, very familiar looking pieces of parchment laid there, stagnant. However, they were not in the same condition as Snape's were. In fact, they were slightly ripped, crumpled and there was a fingerprint ontop of it. Ben lifted it up from underneath the other notes, bringing it close to his eyes.

"Lumos," He muttered, aiming his wand at the parchment. That fingerprint was not yours. It was far too big. If it wasn't yours, whose the hell was it? Had someone else been snooping around your drawers as well?

Angrily, Ben shoved the notes back into your drawer, though he made sure they were in the same sequence as he had found them. He'd never felt so furious. Why were Snape's notes so well preserved, unlike his? Why were his ripped and shoved at the bottom? If anything, his should be at the top, you were dating him. Not Snape.

With this disturbing fact, Ben stormed out of your greenhouse, nearly forgetting his jacket in the fit of rage. He slammed your door shut, the windowpanes rattling from the force, almost shattering as he neglected to lock it, stalking back through the pouring rain to your quarters. He wasn't sure whether he was going to confront you about this, or just leave it be - maybe he'd just simmer on it, and make a decision later on.

The next morning had come agonisingly slow for you, but maybe it was because you laid awake for most of the night, tossing and turning, unable to find the sweet relief of sleep. Rays of blinding sunlight pierced through your window, gradually illuminating your room as it rose into the sky, painting the once-black-sky blue again. You rolled over to look at Ben who was sleeping peacefully, his dark brown hair strewn across his forehead, a few strands tickling his eyelids.

The thought of breaking it off with him slipped into your mind, and it was all too tempting. You knew he wasn't for you. He was becoming increasingly controlling, unbearably jealous and possessive. He was also arrogant - unrightfully so - perhaps if he was older, more experienced and lived up to his words, you'd let it slide. But he wasn't any of that.

You'd already vaguely planned how you were going to do it. On the day he leaves, you were going to take him to the pub in Hogsmeade, sit him down, and just break it to him gently, praying that he won't kick off. If he was the respectable young man you thought he was, he'd take it gracefully and leave, bidding you goodbye. However, just from how he'd acted with and towards you recently, unfortunately, you knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Would he even accept this? Would he fight back and make you stay with him?

With a quiet, frustrated huff, the bed creaked as you sat up, flipping the duvet covers off of your body. The cool, frigid air bit at your wiggling toes and instantly you just wanted to curl up back into your warm bed. Winter was definitely making itself known. You had to force yourself to get up, placing your bare feet on the freezing floor, dawdling over to your little kitchenette to brew yourself a hot cup of tea. Popping the kettle on, you reached a hand up to open a wooden cupboard that sat just above your eye-level, fetching a sage green ceramic mug and placing it lazily onto the countertop. The cold air began to make you shiver as you stood still, and so you quickly darted across the room to your sofa to fetch your green cardigan, throwing it on swiftly, a soft hum of satisfaction falling from your lips as you relished in the warm comfort of it.

Seconds later, groan sounded from behind you, indicating that Ben was stirring awake. So much for peace and quiet, you thought, scrunching your nose up. Throwing a glance to the right, you checked the clock and noticed it was almost seven o'clock, just two hours before classes began. You could probably nip down to your greenhouse earlier than usual and get ahead of marking some assignments, and selfishly, you could avoid talking to Ben and his prying questions. You'd feel bad about that, had he not treated you like a pet dog the other night.

Hot steam began to billow out from the spout as the kettle ticked, signifying it'd finished boiling. You quickly lifted it and poured the water into your mug, the satisfying sizzle of it piercing the silence in your room. Setting the kettle back down, you shuffled to the right to your small fridge and opened it, sticking your hand in to grab the bottle of milk, however, you found it empty.

"Shit," you muttered to yourself quietly, staring at the empty bottle unhappily, "no milk..." You glanced back at your steaming mug and sighed softly. Black tea it was... You weren't the biggest fan of milk-less tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You'd just have to bite the bullet and drink the bitter tasting beverage.

In the thirty minutes that had passed, you'd dressed yourself and unwillingly downed your bitter black tea, wincing and gagging as the foul taste swam in your mouth. And now, you were walking through the grounds of Hogwarts, on your way to your greenhouse, partly awake and ready for another day. The hem of your dress was slightly muddied as you walked across the patches of sloppy mud and wet grass, the heavy rain from the night before turning it into something like a used rugby field. You had almost slipped over more than once and your heart had shot into your throat as you threw your arms up to steady yourself, thanking Merlin that you didn't go crashing down; dirtying and ruining your dress.

As you began to near your greenhouse, you noticed that the door wasn't fully shut, nor locked, like you'd left it when you left late yesterday afternoon. A cold shiver ran down your spine and your heart pumped nervously in your chest. Had someone been in here? Or did you think you had locked it? Maybe you did forget to lock it up, you weren't the most heedful at times.

You walked toward it slowly, peering through the windows to check that it was empty, and there wasn't some psycho killer waiting to slaughter you inside.

Quickly fishing your wand from your pocket, you muttered, "Homenum revelio." Nothing happened, and so you felt at ease again, sighing softly. Ben's constant chatter about Black still lingering at Hogwarts had really messed with your mind. You should know better than to doubt Dumbledore - but when all you hear is 'Black's still here,' amongst other ridiculous things, it starts to slowly twist your thoughts.

Without another wasted second, you strode forwards and opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind you with a soft click. As you cast your eyes over your classroom, nothing was amess, and nothing seemed to have been tampered with, so you just assumed you'd forgotten to properly lock up yesterday. You needed to be a little more careful, aside from other dangers, you didn't want any students entering your greenhouse when you weren't around - God knows what they'd do.

Inhaling deeply, you stepped towards your desk and took a seat in your chair, reaching forwards to pull a pile of first-year assignments towards you and your quill that sat to the far right of them. You began to read through the first one, twiddling your quill between your fingers absent-mindedly.

'Dittany and Its Uses

Dittany is a powerful, magical herb that is dark green in colour, and is easily identifiable through its small, circular leaves. Another name for dittany is 'Burning Bush'. Dittany can be used in many areas, including wand cores, healing magic, and most importantly potion-making. It's most famous for being able to make fresh skin grow over wounds, making them seem more than several days old. Another fascinating fact about this herb is that it can also cure werewolf bites, but it cannot cure lycanthropy.'

You were thoroughly impressed with this student, considering they were only in their first year. They seemed to definitely have a flair for Herbology. Your eyes flicked curiously to the top corner of the parchment, reading 'Tristan Thomas'. Of course, that boy had been more than knowledgable in your class yesterday when you were asking about the healing herb. You scribbled some positive notes at the bottom of the essay, not needing to finish it as you were more than sure it was up to your standards. Lifting the parchment, you set it down to the right of you, and began reading the next one.

'Dittaney

Dittaney is a healing herb, also known as 'Burning Bush'. It's green and has round leaves, which is used to identify it. It's most commonly used in potion-making to make the Weggenwild potion, but can be used in other areas too.'

You winced slightly at the spelling errors and lack of description and depth, but you gave the student the benefit of the doubt, considering they were only in their first year. Perhaps they just needed some guidance... You glanced to the corner again, and took note of the name, 'Jayson Blackbell', making a mental note to focus a little more on this student. You wanted all of them to excel and succeed in your classes, whether they enjoyed Herbology or not. With a soft sigh, you placed your quill on the parchment and corrected the spelling mistakes, whilst also writing some encouraging notes on the bottom, avoiding the idea of scolding him. You weren't the type of teacher to reprimand first-years for simple mistakes, you knew how it felt to be ridiculed for misspelling something or even mistaking another item for something else.

"I never took you for an early bird, Miss L/N."

"Jesus!" You jumped, dropping your quill and watching it splatter ink over the bottom half of Blackbell's essay. "Severus!" As you picked it up, a frustrated grumble fell from your mouth. You glanced up sourly at his amused face, the corner of his lips quirking upwards wickedly. His hands were tucked behind his back as he stood still in front of your desk, that infamous black cloak falling around him.

"Still as skittish as ever," He mused, slipping his wand from his sleeve and flicking it gently at the mess on your desk to clean it up. "I thought you would have grown to be a little more aware of your surroundings." Severus added, his voice silky and smooth as he gazed down at your frowning face.

"I am, I just don't expect visitors at this time of the morning..." You sighed, a little vexed, avoiding his eyes. Severus's brows furrowed at your unusual flat tone. You hadn't been this irritable with him since before the two of you had kissed.

"Something on your mind, professor?" Severus asked lowly, almost cautiously as he looked away from you, glancing around your classroom. Everything seemed normal to him, so it was puzzling to him as to why you were so short with him.

"I'm fine," you huffed a little more dramatically than you wanted, "I'm just tired. I didn't sleep well last night. To be honest, I don't think I slept at all." You let your quill drop from your fingers as you sighed deeply, burying your exhausted face in your hands. Severus's eyes twitched as he observed you.

"Perhaps you needed a release." The Potions Master said jokingly, making your cheeks burn. You peeked up at him through your fingers and watched as he smirked, black eyes twinkling mischievously, clearly satisfied with making you blush so easily. "Or, need." He corrected himself, noticing how tense you were.

"Aren't you funny?" You hummed, a faint hint of sarcasm dripping from your words as you removed your hands from your face, cheeks still red. Severus cocked a brow at your attitude. "You know, I was thinking about paying you a visit last night after my meeting with Lupin."

Severus would have been pleased with your words had you not mentioned a meeting with Lupin. "Your meeting with Lupin?" He asked, his black eyes narrowing confusedly.

"Yes," you said, "I'd asked him to teach me how to conjure a patronus." Severus's whole body had stiffened uncomfortably at the mention of Lupin. He wasn't entirely happy that you were in a room alone with him. Severus knew the dangerous secrets that burdened that man.

"A patronus," Severus repeated, his fingers twitching behind his back as he stared at you, "and were you successful?"

"Yes, I was, actually. I might even ask for some more lessons." You smiled up at Severus, his muscles relaxing a tad at the sight of your happy face.

"No. I can teach you." Severus said plainly, rolling his shoulders back. You returned his arched brow, gazing at him curiously.

"You? You think you're as good as Lupin at teaching such spells?" You teased him with a cheeky smile, feeling a little brave today. His eyes narrowed slightly at your doubt.

"No," Severus hummed, and a brief silence ensued for several seconds. "I'm better." He said, a tiny smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, and you giggled slightly, unsure whether to take him seriously or not. Of course, you knew Severus was a very talented wizard, but he was the Potions Master, not the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"But Lupin is the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, you aren't." You frowned, a little tempted to playfully mess with him. His face soured slightly at your words - clearly this was going the way you wanted it to.

"Miss L/N," Severus stepped forwards, his legs pressing against your desk as he leaned down and rested his palms atop of it, staring at you with a wicked look strewn across his features. Your breath hitched as his eyes raked over your pinkening face. "Dark Arts teacher or not, I am far more qualified than Lupin could ever dream of being." He muttered, his mouth curling upwards as he watched you squirm. The power in the conversation suddenly changed to him.

You swallowed, shuffling in your seat as your eyes flicked between his glittering black ones, far too tempted to drop down towards his lips. "Is that so?" You whispered, poking the tip of your tongue out to wet your lips.

"More than so, Miss L/N." Severus whispered back, his hot breath tickling your red face, silently begging you to close the gap and kiss him. And you would, had you not been in an open, windowed room - an easy victim to unwanted, prying eyes. Merlin, the way he said your name really, really made you want to forget where you were.

Severus leaned back, leaving you wanting more as a gentle breath fell from your parted lips. He cleared his throat as he stared down at you, shoving his large, pale hands into his black pockets. "So," Severus drawled, "This evening after dinner?" He suggested, blinking slowly as he looked at you.

"Sounds good to me," you whispered, still stuck on how close the two of you had been seconds earlier, "this evening after dinner." You agreed, swallowing thickly once more in a futile attempt to clear the highly inappropriate thoughts that were currently clouding your mind.

Severus smiled at you with his eyes, nodding. His head stayed still but his eyes glanced around for a moment, as if checking to see if anyone else was around. Your brows furrowed in confusion, though, they soon shot up your face as he reached out a cold hand to softly grasp your chin, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath hitched at his risqué act and your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of scarlet.

"Don't be late." Severus said sternly, letting your lip slip back from the pad of his thumb as he released your chin. He turned away and swept out of your greenhouse with a swoosh of his black cloak, leaving you a blushing mess.

"Bastard." You muttered to yourself as your heart pounded in your ears, picking your quill back up with shaking hands and returning to your task of grading assignments. Now, you just couldn't wait for the clock to strike eight o'clock.

The day dragged agonisingly slow, just as the past night had, and now you were in the endgame of your last class of the day. A class of mischievous third-years. Despite this class that you struggled to teach, you were quite thankful that Ben hadn't disturbed you much today, only popping in now and again to observe nosily. You could only do with so much stress.

"Mr Goyle, don't put your fingers into the mouths of the Mandrake seedlings!" You cried out as you watched him poke at the sentient plant, a growing ball of frustration building in your chest. This class was usually so well behaved, why were they choosing to act up today?

"Professor, why are we learning about Mandrakes again? We learnt about this last year." Ron Weasley asked curiously as he scrunched his nose up at you, looking awfully concerned.

"It's part of the school curriculum, I'm afraid, Mr Weasley," you replied, sighing, "aside from that, it's good to refresh the memory. I'm sure you can't remember how to tell when a Mandrake is mature?" You asked, cocking a brow expectantly. Ron stumbled for a moment, struggling to find the words.

"Erm... I suppose not, professor." Ron nervously chewed on his bottom lip, much to the amusement of his grinning friend, Harry Potter.

"Hence why we are revisiting this topic." You smiled at the ginger-haired boy, and then cast a glance at Harry. "And Mr Potter," you said, watching as the grin fell from his face, "since you find this so hilarious, can you tell me the signs of a maturing Mandrake?"

"No, ma'am." Potter said, pursing his lips. "But I do know that they're irritatingly loud and whiny," he smiled proudly, pausing for a moment to lower his voice, "just like some students here at Hogwarts." Beside him, Weasley snorted rather loudly, catching the attention of the Slytherin students Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione Granger rolled her eyes at the pair as she scribbled down some notes, keeping her nose out of the drama.

"Somethin' funny, Weasley?" Malfoy spat, his blue eyes shining maliciously as his two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, stood beside him with matching glares. You weren't exactly surprised at his venomous tone, you knew the blonde-haired boy was rather rude to anyone and everyone.

"No," Ron said, looking at Draco with narrowed eyes, "just your bloody awful personality, to be honest." Weasley and Potter grinned amusedly at each other as Malfoy almost exploded with anger.

"Why, you little-!" Draco began to stomp orwards with a menacing sneer, looking to potentially harm Weasley. That's when you decided to step in.

"Alright, that's enough, boys!" You held out a hand, raising your voice. The entire class looked up in shock at your sudden outburst. Never have you had to raise your voice in their classes - you weren't known for such things. "You're both lucky that I don't take points from your respective Houses. Now, please, get back to your studies."

The two boys apologised quietly, and you sighed softly, grateful that you were able to diffuse a potentially hostile situation. What had gotten into them? They weren't usually so wound up.

Soon, the bell rang and you'd never felt more relieved. "Since we only revised a topic today, I want a full parchment's worth of notes about Mandrakes, please." The class groaned at your words, and you gave them a disappointed look. "Would you like me to assign you a five page essay on Mandrakes instead?" You asked, receiving a chorus of desperate 'no's. "Notes it is, then." You smiled, watching as they all filed out of your greenhouse.

You hoped you wouldn't have to endure such a frustrating class ever again, though, life was never that fair.

"Ben?" You called out, stepping out of your bathroom in a dressing gown. You'd just showered, freshening yourself up after a rather mentally draining day at work. The second that hot water hit your body, it was like all the stress, tension and troubles melted off of you.

"Yeah?" Ben replied from your sofa, a novel in his hands. You scrunched your nose up as your eyes flicked to him, noticing that he had his shoes up on the couch.

"Just to let you know, I have a meeting after dinner tonight." You said, drying your hair with a spare towel you'd taken from your airing cupboard.

"Another meeting?" Ben sighed and you could hear him roll his eyes at you. "With who?" He asked nosily, letting his hands fall into his lap.

You held back a groan, already knowing what was to come. "Snape."

"Snape?" Ben spat, evidently very unhappy with your answer. This time, you allowed that groan to slip out. "What happened to Lupin?"

"Snape thought he'd be the better teacher." You replied, keeping your tone flat as you flicked your hair back, running a hand through the wet strands.

"That twat is far from a good teacher." Ben mumbled, and you spun on your heel a little harshly.

"You might not like him, but he's still my colleague, Ben, it'd be nice if you could respect Severus for once." You said rather sternly, narrowing your eyes into a glare. Ben scoffed at your behaviour, growing a little irritated that you were speaking back to him.

"Severus? Don't use his first name, Y/N." Ben almost gagged, and this only infuriated you more.

An exasperated sigh left your lips as you scoffed, "Jesus, Ben, you're such a child!" You turned away from him, groaning and running a stressed hand through your wet hair. That reminded you - you needed to dry it properly. Padding over to your wardrobe to choose an outfit for dinner, you pulled out your wand and cast a quick spell to do so.

"I don't like that tone," Ben said, standing up from the couch, "you need to dial it back, Y/N."

"Excuse me?" You laughed in disbelief, twisting your head to look at him. "If you don't like it, Ben, leave! I won't have you disrespecting my colleagues like that. You don't hear me talking shit about your work mates, do you?"

"That's because you haven't met them." Ben rolled his eyes. You grit your teeth. "Besides, I've known Snape just as long as you have, so my opinion is valid."

"You can have your opinion about him, Ben, just don't express it in front of me."

"Why are you suddenly so pro-Snape?" Ben questioned, folding his arms against his chest, staring at you confusedly. "The amount of times we used to make fun of him when we came here as students - I mean he practically hated you, Y/N. You were always burning or destroying his stuff."

"It's different when you're both adults."

"Right." Ben snorted, though it wasn't out of amusement.

"Perhaps when you turn into one, you'll be able to see what I mean." You snapped, tired of his petty attitude.

"I don't want you seeing him." Ben stated matter-of-factly.

"Ben," You sighed, your voice becoming low, almost like a warning. "You can tell me to wear a dress you bought, sure, whatever, but you do not get to tell me who I can and cannot see. This is not going to work if you do that, so if you want a woman you can push around and control, go and look elsewhere, because I'm not her."

Another scoff left Ben, "Are you sure? Because you seemed pretty eager to please Snape the other day when he came asking for some silly ingredient one of his poor students forgot."

"You're joking, right?" You said slowly and narrowed your eyes, unsure whether he was making some crappy joke or if he was actually serious. "What, am I supposed to just ignore him when he asks for something work-related?"

"...No, but..." Ben clenched his jaw, staring at you with a stiff body, clearly unhappy and unable to support his silly accusation with evidence.

"But nothing," You said quietly, turning back to your wardrobe, a pretty green dress catching your eye. Reaching out, you palmed it softly, the smooth, silky material gliding through your fingers like butter. "I'm not going to stop seeing someone because you don't like them, especially when they're a colleague... I see them every single day of my life." Another tired sigh fell from your mouth as you turned your back to Ben, taking your dressing gown off in front of him to slip on the green dress. You weren't exactly bothered about Ben seeing you in your underwear - you did sleep together during the first month that you started dating, and it'd be a little strange if you told him not to look.

As you were slipping on the dress, Ben spoke again, though he sounded a little further away than before, so you assumed he'd sat back down on the sofa. "Fine," he muttered, "if it means I get to be with you, then so be it."

Those last words stung a little as your mind reeled back to when you'd first kissed Severus, let alone first slept with him. In his classroom, for goodness sake. Perhaps you should have waited a little while longer before crossing that line with Severus to end things with Ben so this didn't become so goddamn messy. You really didn't want this to get out, and you really didn't want your reputation to be ruined. Were you wrong for following your heart that night? Yes... and no. Were you wrong for sleeping with someone else whilst supposedly being with Ben? ...Yes. You didn't regret anything with Severus, at all, it was mainly just the guilt that came with it. It was all building up, and almost becoming too much at some points.

"I'll see you later on, okay?" You said, walking towards Ben with a sigh, and he quickly got up and cupped your face, placing a rather harsh, heavy and unflattering kiss upon your lips. Stunned at his bold act, you squeaked slightly, planting your hands on his chest and pushing against him lightly. Your eyes stayed open, shocked.

As he pulled away, his hands fell from your surprised face to hold your hands. "I look forward to seeing you later." A wry smile graced Ben's mouth.

You didn't exactly know how to navigate this situation. So you nodded, pursing your lips and forcing a smile. "Me too." You choked out the lie, the only thing on your mind being a very gloomy, brooding Potions Master.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have said that." Ben suddenly said, again, taking you by surprise. What the fuck was happening right now?

"Erm, it's alright, I'm just glad we have an... understanding." You replied, attempting to hide your confused frown at his sudden change of heart.

See, had Ben not snooped through your greenhouse, he probably would have chosen to leave tonight. But, alas, he had found something intriguing, almost heart-wrenching, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. The man was going to confront you about the notes, and you were going to tell him the truth. He just wasn't sure when.

There you stood, waiting outside of Severus's office, a little nervous. He hadn't attended dinner this evening, and you weren't sure why, but you weren't going to poke him about it. He needn't explain himself - perhaps he just wasn't hungry. Wait, what if he was? Was he just too busy to come and eat? Shit, should you have brought him a plate?

Just as you were about to become lost in your dominoing thoughts, his door opened by itself, revealing the Potions Master himself sat behind his desk, scribbling away with his quill.

"Punctual as always, Miss L/N." Severus drawled, setting his quill down as he glanced up at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You scrunched your nose up at his words.

"Was that sarcasm? Because if it was, I haven't been late, ever." You quipped, walking into his office and shutting the door behind you with a smile. You wandered over to his desk and perched yourself on the corner of it, facing him.

Severus hummed as he gazed up at you. "It seems you're forgetting about a certain detention with me, many years ago." He quirked a brow, making you glance away, your cheeks pinkening in embarrassment. Oh, yeah, you forgot about that. "I remember it well, you brewed a potion so detrimentally wrong that it burnt through the cauldron itself and ruined one of my desks."

"Um, whoops." You blushed, smiling awkwardly. Severus couldn't fight the amused smile that teased his lips.

He took a deep sigh before continuing, "Then, you thought it wise to be impeccably late to my detention. How clever of you." He muttered, feigning a disappointed tone that rattled your bones. Even though the two of you were work colleagues now, that tone still scared you. It will probably be something that haunts you to your grave.

You cleared your throat, sheepishly glancing at his twinkling black eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm sure I had something important to tend to beforehand..."

"Such as...?" He encouraged, tilting his head at you.

"I can't remember, it was years ago!"

"Perhaps you were too busy daydreaming about that Herbology hobby of yours."

"Hobby?" You repeated, narrowing your eyes. "Don't push me, Severus, who knows what I might do." A quiet laugh slipped through your smiling lips as you crossed your legs, watching as his eyes faltered for a moment as you readjusted your position on the corner of his desk. You gently nudged his knee with the tip of your foot.

Severus leant back in his chair, shutting his eyes momentarily as he lifted a finger to massage his temples. "Ah yes, what would you, our beloved Herbology professor, do to me, a far more accomplished wizard?" He mused, teasing you.

"Wow, you sounded a lot like Lockhart there for a second. Almost had me fooled." You said sarcastically, referring to when Gilderoy had misjudged you during the Duelling Club. An amused chuckle rumbled in Severus's chest, and it made a comforting warmth bloom within yours. You couldn't help but smile at him.

"I think we're getting a little sidetracked," Severus said as he stood up, his black hair bouncing. "You're here for lessons, no?" You looked up at him, blinking.

"Yes..." You hummed, a little disappointed that he cut your conversation short. You were beginning to enjoy it. "Alright then, teach me how to conjure a patronus." Standing up from his desk, you folded your arms against your chest and shuffled to the right, so you were opposite him.

"Close your eyes," Severus said softly, his deep voice never failing to make your skin prickle with goosebumps. You did as he said and shut your eyes, concentrating. "Clear your mind. Envision your happiest memory." He added, and suddenly, his silky voice seemed nearer than it was before.

And you were right, because the next thing you knew, Severus had pressed a gentle, soft kiss on your lips; his larger, aquiline nose nudging the side of yours sweetly. Instantly, you melted, your head instinctively leaning towards his to kiss him back. As he pulled away, a brief, disappointed quiet whine escaped you, and your eyes fluttered open. Severus stood in front of you with a small smile painted across his pale, worn features as he tucked his hands behind his back, his arms disappearing underneath the shadows of his black cloak.

"What was that for?" You asked softly, a bashful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you stared up at him with rosy cheeks.

Severus's smile widened a tad, "I'd forgotten what your lips felt like against mine." He said, inducing a rather adorable giggle from you. His heart swelled twice the size at the heavenly sound, and he found himself unable to take his eyes off of your sweet face.

"Well, it was worth the wait," you replied quietly, grinning, "am I going to have to wait another forty-eight hours for more?"

Severus chuckled as his glittering black eyes watched you, "Perhaps," he muttered, "it depends if you can successfully produce a patronus under my instruction."

"Oh, so your kisses are a reward now?" You laughed, observing the way his lips twitched upwards again cheekily. It warmed your heart to see such a mischievous side of the man who was known to be harsh and cruel, perhaps even heartless to some. However, you had been lucky enough to witness who he truly was.

"Of course not." Severus tilted his head, still watching you. "I prefer the word encouragement." He said, earning an incredulous look from you.

"That's basically the same thing." You feigned a playful glare at him, scoffing.

"No." Severus said, cocking a brow.

"Yes it is," You stepped forwards and your heart skipped a beat as his eyes dropped to your smiling lips for a split second. "Well, to be completely honest, it's bribery."

"And does 'bribery' have the same meaning as 'reward'?" Severus asked, his eyes glinting with a smug flicker.

"No, but-"

"So then I am right." He smirked, evidently proud about proving you wrong as he watched you simmer in your frustration. Your arms folded against your chest again annoyedly.

You turned your head away from him and huffed, "Shut up." Your voice was quiet, but loud enough for Severus to hear as another heart-warming chuckle left his chest. You fought hard against the smile that tickled your lips, but your effort was in vain. There was no chance at hiding it, especially when Severus was the one that provoked it.

"You should respect your superiors." He teased, making your head snap towards his.

"Superiors?" You repeated incredulously, laughing, "Please, more like elders."

"Are you calling me old?" Severus questioned, his eyes narrowing at you in disdain. A year ago, you might have crumbled underneath such a cold, sharp gaze, but now, all you felt was the complete opposite.

"Does 'elders' mean young?" You quipped, stealing his words from earlier

"A little feisty today, Miss L/N." Severus mused, his shoulders rising and falling as he sighed, though you couldn't tell whether it was from exasperation or something else.

"I prefer the word, banterous." You mocked him, copy-catting his deep, languid voice. Severus scowled at you, quite obviously unamused at your poor attempt at mimicking him.

Severus hummed, pausing for a few seconds as he glared at you. "Should you ever lose your flair for Herbology, do the world a favour and avoid pursuing the career of an impressionist." He said with a roll of his eyes, but the grin that broke out on your face had softened his harsh gaze slightly. Clearly, he couldn't stay mad at you for very long. Gods, what had happened to him? For so long, nobody had made him feel the way you did. It was terrifying, but so exciting at the same time. As much as he wanted to push you away, just to avoid the impending heartbreak, Severus felt as if he shouldn't. There was something more to you.

"Alright, well, will you be able to avoid the undeniable temptation of kissing me, and teach me how to cast this spell?" You joked as another soft giggle left your mouth, setting Severus's heart on fire.

"I will try my best." He said as a little smile graced his lips. "Close your eyes again." Severus muttered, and so you did, awaiting his next instructions. "Think of your happiest memory, and keep it within your mind," He said from in front of you, his eyes flicking over your peaceful face. "Got it?"

"Yes," you replied, thinking about the same tender memory that you did with Lupin, "I do."

"Now, with that in your mind, you need to speak the incantation, 'Expecto Patronum'." Severus said, his voice faltering a tad at the end.

Instead of following his instructions, you whispered, "Is the temptation still there?"

There was a pause before he spoke again and anxious goosebumps littered your skin.

Severus sighed deeply before replying. "I'm afraid so." He muttered defeatedly.

Instantly, your eyes fluttered open as quick as a flash, a beaming smile spreading across your pink cheeks. You almost leapt from where you had stood, throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips against his. A muffled gasp fell from Severus as he crumbled like a poorly built sandcastle under your touch; your fingers latching onto the nape of his neck and tugging him desperately close to you. His body felt like it was on fire as you clashed together, and within seconds Severus had his arms around you. His hands clutched at your waist hungrily, as if he had been forbidden to touch you - which was partly true, in way.

Despite the clear show of desperation between you two, there was love sprinkled within it. Severus's hands held you so tenderly and dear, his fingers squeezing your clothed flesh with such gentle care that you could almost feel the love radiating from his body. Both of you knew it, but both of you refused to acknowledge it. Maybe it was the fear of recognising something so significant and monumentous happening between the two of you, or maybe it was just pure ignorance. As of right now, neither of you wanted to think about it. You could deal with it a little later.

As he kissed you, he plucked a breathless "Sev," from you, and he held you a little tighter, fearful that you might just disintigrate in front of him and he would suddenly wake up alone in his cold bed. Your chests were heaving now, and you couldn't stop yourselves from becoming lost in one another's addicting touch; the feeling too strong and intoxicating like an expensive elven wine.

"I missed you," You whispered between kisses, your hands sliding from the comfort of his neck to the smooth yet cold surface of his cheeks, embracing him. "Gods, I missed you, Severus." Slowly, he pulled away as his nose suddenly felt wet. He opened his eyes to look at you, and his face fell as he noticed tears streaming down your cheeks, wetting your perfect eyelashes. His chest twisted at the sight - did he do this? Did he make you cry? Did he hold you too tight?

Your eyebrows twisted upwards as his finger caught your chin, tilting it up, but you avoided his eyes. "Why are you crying, my love?" Severus asked softly, careful to keep his voice gentle. The pet name had rolled so easily and casually off of his tongue that he almost didn't notice it. In fact, it seemed like you didn't either. He wasn't sure whether he was relieved, or a little hurt by it.

"It's not you," you sobbed quietly, sucking in a pathetic strangled breath, "well- it is, but it's not your fault, or anything- I just..." Another cry left you, and it was starting to upset Severus. "I wish we weren't in this whole... predicament." He had only seen you cry a couple times, and after that he'd hoped that he'd never have to witness such a heartwrenching thing again.

"We don't have to be." Severus murmured, lifting a hand to wipe away your tears with a tender thumb.

"I don't want him to hurt you." You sniffled, still refusing to look in his eyes, afraid of what you might see.

"He won't." Severus replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Promise me." You inhaled shakily and finally looked up at him, an ache in your heart as you saw his sad face. Your hands were still attached to his cheeks, and so you brushed your thumbs against them; a pleasant, homely warmth blossoming in your chest like a newly-bloomed flower in the spring.

Severus let out an amused huff as he smiled at your sweet gesture. "I promise. He won't hurt me, Y/N."

"Okay." You whispered, feeling a little more at ease as Severus's hands fell back to your waist, tugging you closer to him once more, a comfortable silence enveloping the two of you as you held each other. Severus's eyes flicked between your glossy ones, pausing to ponder over his words for a moment.

"I never thought someone as beautiful as you would care so much for someone like me." He murmured, lifting a hand from the comfort of your waist to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear.

"Someone like you?" You giggled softly, earning a disbelieving look from Severus. You knew exactly what he meant, however, that was irrelevant to you now. The man he hid himself as, was not the man you had come to know. "What, because you act so cold and awful sometimes?"

"Perhaps," he mused, "but I'm not a good man, Y/N." Severus added, tracing the line of your jaw with the pad of his index finger sweetly.

"No, you're a brilliant one," You beamed, gradually leaning in towards his face to nudge your nose against his. His breath hitched slightly at your gesture, his heavy-lidded eyes watching you carefully, wondering your next thoughts. "Despite how we may have started out, you're one of the most brilliant men I have come to know." Your words made his cheeks flush a stunning shade of scarlet, and in turn, it also made yours do the same. He glanced away for a moment, flustered.

As he composed himself, he returned his dilating eyes back to yours. "Yes," Severus sighed, feigning disappointment, "despite my best efforts to push you away, you still somehow persevered."

"Unlikely for a weak little Hufflepuff." You joked, a tiny, bashful smile slipping onto your blushing face as you glanced down at his white collar, tracing it with your fingers. Severus took a moment to silently admire your beautiful face, the corners of his lips twitching as his eyes glazed over your soft features, his heart skipping a beat as the tips of your fingers tickled the skin on his neck.

He cleared his throat, murmuring, "You're far from weak. In fact, you might just be the strongest Hufflepuff I know."

"Is that because I'm the only one you've known?" You teased, laughing softly as you glanced back up to his sparkling eyes.

"Let's not ruin the moment." Severus quirked a brow at you, returning your teasing tone. You scrunched your nose up at him mockingly. "You still haven't matured yet, I see."

"Oh, shut up." You whispered, leaning up to hush him with your lips, kissing him with a smiling mouth. Severus's hand held your cheek as he pulled your face closer to him, his prominent nose poking it. Your hands rose from the collar of his black frock and settled happily around his neck again, fingers tickling the nape of it. A few goosebumps arose on his bared skin and he shivered, a breathy groan bubbling in the back of his throat. Severus's hands grew a little more hungry as you moaned into his kisses, grabbing you and gently guiding you to the surface of his desk.

With his lips still latched onto yours moving sinfully slow, he reached out an arm and brushed off the remaining things on top of the desk. He then glided his hands down your waist, towards your hips and finally underneath your bum, palming it greedily for a moment and encouraging a whimper from you. Severus felt his cock twitch in his tightening trousers at the sweet sounds falling from your swollen mouth, and so he swiftly lifted you up with no effort at all, his hands still full of your ass. Even though this was the third time he'd lifted you up like this, you were still impressed.

For a moment, he held you there as you wrapped your legs around his hips, securing yourself. Another throaty groan left his mouth as you rocked your body against his in a painfully slow manner, and Severus quickly laid you down atop of his desk, pulling away from your lips for a moment to stare down at you.

"I forgot to mention," Severus murmured, pressing a cheeky kiss against your jaw, trailing dangerously close to your neck. "That green dress suits you beautifully." He smirked against your hot skin, and you couldn't help but laugh. The raven-haired wizard felt the vibrations from your beautiful laugh through your throat as he licked it with his warm tongue, pressing soft kisses against your burning hot flesh.

"You're so painfully biased, Severus," you giggled, hands burying themselves within his thick, black hair, "you have no shame at all." You added, gasping as his teeth grazed your lower neck, nipping you.

"Slytherin is the superior House, after all, Miss L/N." Severus said lowly as he ravished your neck with his wet mouth, plucking more breathy gasps and moans from your quivering one.

"Is that why Gryffindor is kicking their arse?" You panted, your heart doubling in speed as he began to near the top of your breasts. He trailed a hand up from your hips, and your chest heaved, your breaths becoming stuck in your throat as he brushed his thumb against the curve of your clothed breasts, drawing a whine from your parted mouth.

"And yet, Hufflepuff is nowhere to be seen." He quipped. Not that you could speak a cocky reply right now - his adept mouth and hands were doing a very good job at incapacitating your mind - you had set yourself up for that burn.

Severus teethed the neckline of your green dress, the rich, sleek material hiding the supple skin of your breasts that he so badly wanted to see. Instead of pulling it down or to the side, he continued downwards, his hands following him, gripping your waist as he pressed heavy kisses against your clothed stomach, stopping just below your navel. Your nails scraped at his scalp as his fingers dropped to the hem of your dress, slipping it up over your silky legs, stopping just above your knees. Severus glanced up at you, as if asking for permission to continue. As much as you'd rather him do whatever he wanted to you without asking, you truly appreciated the care and concern he took with you.

You leant up slightly to look at him as a hand of yours fell from the confines of his locks to his cheek and you cupped it softly, smiling and giving him a slight nod. Half of his mouth perked up into a faint smirk as he dipped his head back down, pressing his lips to the inner side of your knees, slowly working his way up your legs with hot, wet lips, kneading his cold fingers against the soft flesh of yours that he adored. A rush of heat pooled in your stomach as Severus neared your burning core, anxiously awaiting his mouth to press against it. You slowly fell back against the surface of his desk again, digging your fingers inside the mess of his hair, gripping it tighter with every inch he closed in on you.

The Potions Master hooked a finger underneath the string of your black panties, twisting it around his digit, tugging at it teasingly. As you were laid back, your eyes were seeing stars as a warm, wet sensation was suddenly braced against your clothed mound; the pointed tip of it tickling your clit that sat between your soaking folds. You whimpered as Severus licked at your panties again, this time a little heavier, the intoxicating taste of you lingering on his tongue. Your grip in his hair tightened even more as he continued this sinful rhythm, your hips bucking upwards rather erratically as Severus caught your sensitive bud here and there. With a growl-like groan, he grazed his tongue to the side of your panties, slipping it underneath the thin, lacy material, an uncontrollable moan falling from your lips at the sudden tongue-to-flesh contact.

"Shit-," you whined, hips bucking once more, "my God, Severus." Your words were nothing but breathy and broken as he continued licking at your perfect core, his heart racing as you further became unravelled beneath his gifted mouth. "Please, please," You begged as you felt yourself nearing your breaking point, your legs squeezing around his head.

Severus groaned at your thighs sandwiching his head, and he placed his right hand on your outer upper thigh, squeezing it. "That's a good girl." He mumbled against your dripping centre, your arousal covering his lower face. You cried out at his words, the praise you so desperately desired from him almost sending you toppling over the edge by itself. Severus retrieved his other hand from your thigh and brought it to his mouth, wetting his fingers with his tongue before slipping two inside of you and curling them, pulling a rather loud, delicious sounding moan from your throat.

"Fuck!" You cried out as your body trembled, that familiar coil within you tightening again. "Sev, so close, I-" Severus could just about make out what you had said through your whimpers, and so he continued the pace of his fingers and tongue, though speeding up a little bit as your body began to rock against his mouth, evidently nearing your climax.

And within seconds, all of your breath had suddenly been stolen, and you were shuddering beneath Severus once more as your mouth gaped open, your back arching. "Fuck, Sev-!" Your brows shot upwards as you cried out, your eyes squeezing tightly shut as you rode out the tsunami waves of pleasure that rocked through you; a unruly and wild string of moans and whimpers slipping out of your mouth as Severus proceeded to continue fingering and licking against your twitching pussy.

Reluctantly, he removed his mouth from you, but not before peppering a few chaste kisses against the soft skin on your wet inner thigh. "I will never grow bored of those sounds leaving your pretty lips." Severus purred with a smirk, standing up from between your legs, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he looked at you, red faced, sweaty and breathless. He was rather proud of how effortlessly he had you crying out his name, and you obviously noticed, beginning to giggle. You were a little embarrassed at how easily he had made you cum, and so you hid your face behind your hands, peeking at him between your fingers. "Don't hide from me," he murmured, leaning down to pry your hands from your face with a smile, "there's no reason to hide such a beautiful face."

"Stop it." You whispered, giggling still, your eyes finding his softened ones as you allowed him to move your hands away from your face.

"Stop what?" Severus asked gently, frowning as he held your hand in his larger one; thumb brushing against your knuckles tenderly. Gods, you couldn't believe how well he'd hid this soft side of himself, and you were going to be more than careful not to make him conceal it again.

"Lying." You replied, another rush of heat flying to your cheeks as your eyes glanced down at your interlaced hands. Severus's black brow quirked upwards at your response, as if in disagreement.

"I'm many things, my dear Y/N, but a liar is not one of them." He tutted, lifting your hand to his lips to press a sweet kiss to the back of it. His words seemed familiar to you, but you couldn't put your finger on it at the moment; your mind too hazy from the previous steamy interaction between the two of you. "If only you could see yourself through my eyes." Severus added with a whisper against the smooth skin of your hand.

"Isn't that what I said to you?" You giggled, remembering how he'd replied rather bitterly a few nights ago. "You said something about me wearing 'rose-coloured glasses' or something." Mid-sentence, you deepened your voice to mock him again, and that same scowl returned to his features.

"You're awful at that." Severus grumbled, looking away from you as he leant back up. Letting go of your hand, he placed it on your hip and slowly slipped his fingers underneath the silky fabric, palming your bare skin; goosebumps erupting all over your body from his stone-cold yet sizzling touch. Your breath hitched once more as his fingertips neared the string of your black underwear, sliding underneath it.

"Severus," You warned, your voice low. Inside your panting chest, your heart was like a jackhammer against your ribcage as he tugged the string down over your hipbone, testing you. This was like a game to him it seemed, perhaps you should play along?

"Hmm?" He hummed in reply, his blown, black eyes flicking between where his hand laid and your reddening face. Gods, this man was pushing your limits today. "What is it? Use your words, Miss L/N..."

Your heart fluttered at his raspy voice.

"I'm not sure this counts as teaching me how-," You gasped lightly as his cool fingertips grazed against the curve of your ass. Severus's eyes instantly flicked upwards to meet your fluttering ones, smirking. "-How to cast a patronus." You finished quietly, swallowing as you tilted your head at him with your best poker face, trying desperately to act as if the way he was teasing you wasn't driving you fucking insane.

Severus hummed again as he had one side of your panties pulled down. "So, you do own a brain?" He teased whilst wrapping his other arm around your waist to pull your hips flush against his own, his desk shuddering a tad at the sudden rough movement. Instinctively, your arms flew out to steady yourself, your palms splayed out against the smooth wooden surface.

"So, you're still a dick?" You quipped cheekily, and Severus growled at you, one hand flying up to grab at your neck. It wasn't hostile, it was a light grasp, and yet it still undeniably lit a wild fire inside of you. Your hand had also flown up to hold the wrist of his hand that was wrapped gently around your neck.

"You need to keep that silly mouth under control." He tutted, giving your neck a light squeeze, and a loose moan left your lips, making a single brow of his shoot up in curiosity. Clearly, he wasn't expecting you to enjoy this.

"Evidently." You muttered, a faint and cheeky smirk lining your lips. "Are you going to keep talking or are you actually going to put that talented mouth of yours to good use?" You teased him, poking your tongue out from your mouth to glide along the bottom of your top row of teeth. As much as Severus hated being spoken to like this, he couldn't help but be turned on. It was undeniably hot, especially when you're usually so shy and sweet - he was actually wondering where the hell your bravery had come from.

Without any further delay, Severus kissed you harshly, the passion and frustration from your bold attitude fuelling his fire. The hand around your neck remained, however, his opposing hand snaked its way up from your bum to the small of your back, his fingers pressing into your skin, painting it red. You moaned at the roughness he was showing you, your mind becoming a jaded blur as he rocked his hips into yours fervidly, the prominent bulge in his trousers pressing into your panties. He swallowed a gasp that slipped out of your mouth as he kissed you, seizing the opportunity to dive his tongue in. You welcomed him eagerly, licking yours against his own in a brash manner. As you drew a throaty groan from Severus, you lifted your hand from his wrist to hold his cheek, tugging him impossibly closer to you. He released your neck from his light grip and slid his palm down your chest to cup one of your breasts with a harsh hand, plucking a whimper from your swollen, pink lips.

You panted as you threw your other arm around his neck, pulling him down over you as you fell back against his desk, lifting your legs to wrap them around his hips possessively. Merlin, you just needed him inside of you now, but this was almost as good as the actual sex. Severus's hands left your breast and instead found themselves settling on your hips, grabbing them roughly, pulling you into him; a muffled animalistic moan tumbling from his mouth as you grinded yourself on his raging erection.

He faltered slightly, his lips falling from yours, muttering a "Fuck," as his fingers dug into your flesh hungrily; his hot breath shuddering unevenly. "I need you," he whispered with an alarming urgency, a solitary hand slipping from your waist and dipping itself into your soaking panties, "now." And instantly, you let go of him to kick your underwear off to the ground, his hands flying to unbuckle his trousers with trembling fingers. Your hot touch was a burning contrast to his cool, pale flesh.

Severus inhaled sharply as you pulled down his boxers, the frigid air tickling his navel. Your eyes twinkled dangerously as you glanced up at him, a swirl of butterflies exploding in your stomach as he grit his teeth, your hand reached out to grab him gently, lining his solid cock up with yourself. In one swift motion, Severus thrust into you and you cried out at the full sensation, almost screaming with the overwhelming amount of pleasure and relief that seeped into your bones.

He stilled himself for a moment, evidently trying to adjust to the sudden welcome of your sweet, perfectly warm pussy. Severus panted, squeezing his eyes shut from the immense rush of pleasure surging through him. Watching his face twist, you giggled quietly from beneath him, placing a hand on his face, leaning up to press a gentle kiss upon his nose. His eyes opened slightly as a smile graced his sweaty features, gazing down at you with such tenderness and warmth that you were sure you'd fallen for him all over again. He looked so ethereal in this current moment, so much so that it reminded you of the first time you had properly stared at him in that corridor - just before you gave Lockhart a telling off. It was so vivid in your mind;the soft amber glow from the candlelight reminded you of the torchlights in the corridor that had bounced beautifully off of his perfect features.

A certain infamous three words tickled the tip of your tongue as you stared up at Severus. In fact, they were almost begging to be said, however, you refrained, afraid of how he might take them. You certainly didn't want to ruin this moment between you. It was far too special, and so you swallowed them down with a whimper as Severus kissed you once more, drinking every inch of you. He gradually began to move his hips and you whined at the delicious friction, clamping your legs around him tighter, encouraging him to quicken pace a tad. And so he did, going at a steadier rhythm, the only sounds echoing in his office being both of your ragged breaths and the sinful slaps of your flesh clashing together.

Strands of his jet black hair stuck to the sweaty sheen glazing his forehead, and you reached a finger up to tuck it behind his ear, planting another sweet, long kiss to his lips. The silent shows of affection through gentle, tender touches between the two of you soon made you realise that the pair of you weren't fucking, per se, but making love, and that was something that made your heart swell. An indescribable warmth began to engulf your trembling body as Severus shuffled a hand from your hip to your face, cupping it intimately, his forehead soon coming to rest against yours also. The remaining hand of his on your hip quickly made work and slipped down to your burning hot core, dipping in between your shining folds and rubbing an unceasing, circular motion upon your sensitive clit, prompting your body to jerk suddenly.

Your head fell back at the tingly sensation spreading through you, and Severus laid his warm mouth against your jawline, trailing wet kisses down your neck, nipping and biting it softly, careful not to leave marks - he was lost in the lust albeit not completely, he still had some remaining sense. And so he started to pluck more and more desperate concoctions of whines and whimpers from your quivering, parted pink lips as you felt the knot within your stomach tighten, telling you that you were almost at the edge of ecstasy.

"Sev," you whined, your hand slipping up into the locks of his hair, gripping tightly, "I'm- I think- I'm gonna..." You sobbed, the pleasure from his mouth on your neck, from his cock buried deep within you and from his masterful fingers circling your clit becoming all too much.

"Let it out, my love," Severus groaned against your neck, his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate as he too was on the verge of finishing, "that's it, it's alright... Cum for me, darling," At his last breath, you came, a wild cry cut short from your mouth as Severus kissed you once more, swallowing your moans. He pulled away briefly to bury his head in your neck, his climax taking a hold of his body, a strangled, guttural groan rumbling in his throat as he collapsed on top of you.

Your hands slowly retreated from the comfort of his raven locks and settled on his cheeks, encouraging him to look up at you. Severus quickly obliged, using the remaining strength in his body to lift himself off of you slightly. Though he was still inside you, he remained there - not that you minded - and suddenly a quiet, almost bashful chuckle reverberated within his strong, panting chest. Instinctively, you smiled up at him, your teeth poking out from underneath your swollen lips.

"That has to be the best sex I've ever had." You giggled, your legs loosening around his waist as he chuckled again. You let your foot glide down his outer thigh, caressing it.

A proud smirk tugged at his lips as he muttered, "I'm honoured."

Another sweet giggle escaped you and it tickled his heart. God knows how he's going to recover from you if you're ever taken away from him. The thought frightened him, and so he pulled you closer for a moment, planting a tender kiss against your shining forehead, that familiar warmth in your chest quickly returning as fast as lightning.

"I..." You began, unthinking, your mouth staying open as you stopped yourself. Severus tilted his head at you, confused. There's no way you had almost let it slip. You fool. "I'm glad." You said instead, smiling.

"Hmm," he hummed, pondering, making your heart pound anxiously, "perhaps we'll start the actual lessons tomorrow." Severus stated, his smile returning. You nodded and a bashful blush painted your cheeks scarlet.

"Like you'd be able to keep yourself from kissing me." You scoffed playfully. Severus narrowed his eyes at you.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Perhaps." You mocked him again, grinning. He rolled his eyes at you and finally stood up, pulling himself out of you - rather reluctantly, might he add. Severus could have stayed in that position for the rest of eternity. In fact, he wished he could.

"You'll regret saying this tomorrow evening." Severus smirked, a mischievous glint twinkling in his black eyes as he used his wand to clean himself and you up, his hands buckling his trousers back up. He stepped forwards to pull the skirt of your dress back down. You offered him a quick grateful smile.

"Excuse me, who was the one was broke this evening?" You asked, scoffing hushedly. "Oh, yeah, you."

"Can you blame me?" Severus quipped, his fingers slowly floating up to grasp your chin, trailing them across your jawline and down your neck, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"I guess I am irresistable." You joked, smiling coyly. Severus hummed at you again, slowly becoming lost in your glittering eyes. You looked so beautiful in this current moment, so beautiful that he found himself staring at you for much longer than would be considered socially acceptable. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You giggled.

An amused huff left Severus. "I remember the days you'd cower in my presence, and yet, here you are, acting like that never happened." He said, smirking.

"Yeah, well, you were scary back then." You shrugged with a cheeky smile.

"Am I not now?"

"Not anymore, no."

"I suppose I've lost my touch." Severus mused jokingly, and you laughed at him. A kaleidoscope of butterflies burst inside of him at the sweet sound he adored so much. A year ago, he would have found it irritating, and now, he probably couldn't live without hearing it at least every other day. Gods, he still despised how soft he'd become towards you.

"I do hear some of the first-years talking about how they dread your lessons when they're in mine." You mumbled, looking down to link your fingers with his. You glanced back up at him, smiling bashfully.

"Maybe not then." Severus replied and quirked a brow.

"Definitely not." You grinned, lifting his hand up with yours to bring it to your lips, turning it to press a soft kiss against his fingertips. "You're still the scariest professor at Hogwarts, don't worry. I don't think anyone will be taking that from you any time soon."

"I should hope not." Severus joked sarcastically, finding it quite impossible to not crack a smile each time you showed him such tender affection.

There was a comfortable silence for a very quick moment before the thought of Ben returned to your mind. "I should probably go." You said with a solemn face, glancing away from Severus to the old, vintage-looking clock that sat against his wall. It was rather late, you must have spent at least two hours or more with him.

"Yes," Severus swallowed, and the smile that was previously sat on his face fell, "I'm sure Ben is worried sick." He added sarcastically with a scornful sneer, making you snort.

"So, same time tomorrow?"

"As long as nothing drastic happens, of course. Though, this time, we will have lessons."

"Lessons, or lessons, professor?" You asked, your tone flirtatious and shameless.

"Lessons, Y/N." Severus said sternly. "I do plan on teaching you that charm. Other things just... got in the way, this evening."

"Other things," you repeated, bravely leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, "I think I prefer other things, Sev." You joked, a faint, pink blush blossoming like a rose across your cheeks.

Sev.

You called him Sev. And it was during casual conversation, unlike before. His heart skipped a beat at the affectionate nickname. Severus quickly cleared his throat, composing himself before he spoke, refusing to embarrass himself. "And I would prefer you able to protect yourself during another dementor attack, God forbid it happens again." He said, his face turning grim at the awful thought. He placed a hand against the small of your back as you turned around, heading towards his door. Severus followed you closely, his fingers caressing the back of you gently.

As you reached his door together, you turned around to face him. "It won't." You smiled up at Severus and pressed your hand against where you had kissed him, brushing your thumb across his high, prominent cheekbones. "Not with you around."

"Am I your personal bodyguard now? When was this decided?" Severus joked as he leant into your hand, though his partially blank face didn't show it. You giggled again, setting his heart on fire once more.

"Right now. That okay?" You teased, smiling, letting your hand drop from his face.

"...Yes."

"Perfect." Your smile widened as you noticed the corners of his lips turning upwards. "I don't want to leave you."

"Neither do I, but you must." Severus sighed softly, gazing at you with gentle eyes.

"I know." You pursed your lips, staring back into his eyes, and you leaned up on your tiptoes, kissing him once more; your hands flying up to cup his cheeks. Severus wrapped his arms around your waist in return, pulling you flush against him, his whole body feeling like it was riddled with fireworks as tiny, exciting, colourful explosions erupted within his stomach as you kissed him.

One hand left his neck and you leant away from him to reach for the door handle, twisting it to open it as you continued to kiss Severus tenderly, smiling into the kiss as he tried to tug you close to him again. A giggle left your lips as he sighed and pulled away from your lips. Inside, he was fighting the urge to just shut the door and keep you here with him forever. Your aura was addicting, and he honestly couldn't get enough of it.

"Ahem," A female voice coughed from the his door, and you gasped out of fright, quickly jumping out of his arms. Severus quickly retracted them from you and tucked them behind his back, a bright red blush covering both of your faces.

"Minerva," Severus greeted, his voice flat, acting as if she did not just see the pair of your lips stuck together like a glue trap. You stood awkwardly still, terribly embarrassed that someone had seen the two of you acting out of hand.

"Don't act like I didn't see that, Severus." McGonagall scolded him, and he sighed heavily, avoiding her eyes. As for you, she glanced down, offering you a warm smile. "Y/N, what a surprise to find you here." She said with a mischievous glint in her wrinkled eyes, smirking faintly.

"Erm, yeah," you coughed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "I-I was just leaving, Severus was giving me lessons."

"Oh, I'm sure he was, my dear." Minerva chuckled, and you blushed even harder, going as red as a beet. Jesus, were you an idiot? Why did you word it like that?

"What is it, Minerva?" Severus asked rather impatiently, a little salty at how she'd interrupted your goodbye. From the way Minerva glanced at you, you assumed that it was a personal issue. So, you offered the two of them an awkward smile, silently bidding them goodbye. You caught Severus's eye, and he smiled at you warmly, his shoulders relaxing a tad. You smiled back, mouthing a 'bye' to him and turned around, wandering back in the direction to your quarters. As you were walking further away from the two of them, you heard muttering, and then a door shut. You quickly threw a glance over your shoulder, hoping to catch one last glimpse of him. Though, you were sorely disappointed. Severus had disappeared already.

Despite that, another wide smile crossed your face as you folded your arms against your chest, thinking about what had just happened. You couldn't believe how gentle and soft he was with you, he was like a totally different man. A man that you adored.

No, a man that you loved.

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wizardinggirl · 3 months ago

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The Snake & The Raven

Summary: You and Severus head to Hogsmeade for a few drinks before school starts tomorrow. By the time the night is over, you might’ve confessed a little more than you intended.

Warnings: drinking

Go to the beginning here -> Prologue (1/2)

Last: Part 1

Part 2: I’ve Missed You

Word Count: 1.7k

The trip to Hogsmeade was fun—perhaps too much fun. The two of you had made it to The Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeers; you’d convinced Severus that he should enjoy his last day before school started again tomorrow and worry about the rest of his papers later. You succeeded in getting him to have two tankards, but failed to get him to take Fire Whiskey shots with you. It had been a long time since the two of you had been able to sit down and let loose like this. He had been so distant over the past year.

“Remember that time in our fifth year when Black, Potter, Pettigrew, and Lupin couldn’t stop making animal sounds during one of Dumbledore’s speeches in the Great Hall?” you asked, nursing your third Butterbeer with a devious smirk as you glanced over at Severus. His eyes widened.

“Did—was that you?” You raised your brows and shrugged.

“Maybe.”

“Why would you do that? You were with Black at that time, were you not?”

“Yeah,” you paused and took another sip, your face falling slightly. “But they were really hard on you at that time. The bullying was bordering on torture, and I couldn’t just stand by anymore, even though you had been a right git to me and still hadn’t apologized.” Another sip. “I had been working on something in Potions and needed to try it out.” You looked at him with a smirk. “They were the perfect guinea pigs.” He was looking at you with a newfound admiration. That hadn't been long after he’d been a complete ass to you, yet you still defended him. He hadn’t realized he had been staring at your face until you leaned closer and smiled up at him.

“What are you thinking about?” His eyes snapped to yours, then his face relaxed.

“That you’ve had too much to drink, and I should get you back.” He stood up from his stool at the bar, taking some galleons from his pocket and paying the tab. You pouted up at him.

“But I’m having so much fun with you.” He didn’t know what to make of the way he felt when those big puppy dog eyes looked up at him. He felt his face warming up and averted his gaze, lightly grabbing your arm to help you off your seat.

“Aww, fine.” You chugged the last of your Butterbeer and set the tankard down at the bar. “Let’s go, then.” You wrapped your arms around one of his as he led you back to Hogwarts. “But I don’t want to go to bed yet.” You pouted, crossing your arms and sticking your nose up in defiance.

“Now I know you’ve had too much to drink.” He reached around you to open the door to your quarters. He was exhausted; you had been far too difficult to get back to Hogwarts after drinking one too many shots of Fire Whiskey. “Y/N, unlock your door.”

“No.” You defied him again, speaking to his chest this time. So close. You closed your eyes to savor the smell of him—the same one from your Amortentia potion back in school. He gave you a disappointed grunt and took out his wand.

“Alohomora.” The door clicked open behind you, and you started to fall back. Your eyes shot open, but you couldn’t catch your balance.

“Whoa!” Severus was quicker than the gravity trying to pull you down. He grabbed your arms, pulled you forward, and you flew against his chest. “Oof!” You let out a laugh. You heard him mumble something about being hard-headed, then he turned you around so your back was to his chest and walked you into your quarters, closing the door behind him. He had a firm grip on your shoulders as he guided you through the main area of the room. A desk sat in the middle of the floor with a tall-backed chair behind it and a squattier version sitting in front of the desk, a built-in bookshelf to the right, and a beautiful stained glass window in the back with a raven showing its wings proudly. He steered you to the left, pulled back a curtain, and attempted to get you up the three steps to the small room. It sounded simple enough, but going up those few steps was far more difficult with you practically boneless, giggling all the way.

“Y/N, please. Stand up straight.” You were on the top step, leaning back against him at an awkward angle, your head on his shoulder. As you laughed, your breath fanned over his neck. He tensed and cleared his throat, looking straight ahead. Realizing that asking nicely wasn’t going to work and wanting to get back to his own bed quickly with an odd feeling in his stomach, he grabbed your waist with a firm grip and lifted. You let out a shriek and put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He only had to walk a few steps before he set you down next to your bed.

“Go on, then,” he said, letting go of your waist and letting his hands hang stiffly by his sides. Now wearing a serious expression, you slid one hand to rest on his chest and the other up his neck to cup his jaw. He was trying to look anywhere but at you. You ran your finger over his jaw and just looked at him—just looked. You scanned over his jaw, his chin, lips, nose, and finally his eyes…which were now on you, unsure.

“I’ve missed you, Severus,” you whispered. Bringing your hand to his hair, you ran your fingers through his jet-black locks. You shifted your eyes to his hair before speaking again. “I wish I knew why you stopped writing regularly.” You let your hand fall back to his shoulder, then down his arm to hold his hand, your eyes following. “Perhaps I was reading too far into things,” you mumbled to yourself. After a long pause and nothing from him, you let go of his hand and took your other from his chest, moving to unclip your cloak and letting it fall to the ground. You didn’t dare look at him. Even in your haze, you knew you didn’t want to see how he was looking at you. He probably thought you were pathetic. “I think I’ll go to bed now.” Turning away from him, you pulled up your covers and crawled into bed.

“You still have your shoes on,” he said quietly. You didn’t care. Your inebriated heart was hurting, and you weren’t worried about dirt in the bed. You heard a shuffle, and then he was pulling your feet to the edge of the bed, silently taking off your shoes before tucking your feet back under the covers. With a wave of his wand, the lights went out. Then the door clicked, and he was gone.

“Ugh.” You groaned as the light peeked through the window and straight into your eyes. You tried to open your eyes enough to read the clock, but all you could manage was a squint. You still had time before your first class started, so you decided to take a shower. After grabbing your towel and a change of clothes, you walked down the steps towards the sitting area. As you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes and hopefully the headache you felt coming on, you noticed something on your desk. There was a glass vial with an amber-looking liquid swirling around in it, along with a note.

This will help.

—Severus

As soon as you read the note, it all came rushing back to you. You’d completely embarrassed yourself.

“Oh, Merlin!” You leaned against your desk and ran your hand over your face. You felt like such a fool, and you were a very touchy drunk. “I have to apologize.” You’d probably made him so uncomfortable. He wasn’t exactly a huge fan of physical touch, so you’d always been aware of not doing too much around him. You looked back over at the note. You must not have made him too mad since he went out of his way to make you a hangover potion. You popped off the top and downed it. It started to kick in almost immediately, and you thanked Merlin for that.

After your shower, you got dressed, pulling on your robes that you specifically picked out to represent your Ravenclaw pride—a glistening blue cloak over darker blue attire. You applied light makeup and used a charm to dry and style your hair. Glancing at the clock, you realized it was time to head to your classroom. The students would be arriving soon, and you didn’t want to be late for the class you'd be teaching.

Leaving your quarters, you locked the door behind you and made your way through the corridor, passing the courtyard. As you turned the last corner, you suddenly ran straight into a familiar chest, bracing yourself with your hands. Instinctively, he grabbed your wrists. When your eyes met, a blush crept up your neck—you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. You hadn’t prepared what to say. Noticing some students eyeing you and whispering behind their hands, the two of you quickly stepped away from each other, your hands falling to your sides.

“Good morning,” you said, avoiding his gaze.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?”

“Better than I would’ve... thanks for that, by the way.” He hummed in response. After a long pause he tried to speak again.

“Y/n I-” you didn’t let him finish.

“I should get to class.” You hurried past him and ducked into your classroom. You felt bad for cutting him off, but you did not have the brain capacity to properly talk to him right now or take the rejection that he was surely going to give you. For now, you would focus on your class. You hadn’t had much time to give it your own personal flare, but you’d get to that eventually. There was a long dueling table in the middle and desks to the right and left; your desk sat at the front with a rolling blackboard behind it. Stepping up onto the raised platform that your desk sat on, you sat down in your chair and scratched out some rough notes on a piece of parchment. That’s when the first students started coming in.

After getting over the first day jitters, you actually enjoyed teaching far more than you thought you would. You let the kids show off some basic spell casting on the dueling table and could already tell the class was going to be a hit.

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Next: Part 3: Death Eater

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dinarosie · 2 months ago

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Unfair Comparisons (part 3)

Here are descriptions of two boys from HP books. It’s hard to believe, but Harry Potter fans claim that boy number one had a very tragic and difficult childhood, suffering abuse, violence, and neglect from his family. These hardships caused him to experience a tough and insecure adolescence, eventually leading him to join the Death Eaters under pressure. On the other hand, fans claim the boy number two is a racist and a professional killer, who in his youth tried to join the Death Eaters in order to freely torment Muggles with dark magic.

1- Regulus Black:

Beneath this was a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage. Hermione crossed the room to examine them. ‘They’re all about Voldemort,’ she said. ‘Regulus seems to have been a fan for a few years before he joined the Death Eaters ...“

He was younger than me, said Sirius, ‘and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.’ ‘But he died,’ said Harry. ‘Yeah,’ said Sirius. ‘Stupid idiot … he joined the Death Eaters.“

2- Severus snape:

Suddenly Harry’s mind was teeming with memories that were not his — a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner. …

Two girls were swinging backward and forward, and a skinny boy was watching them from behind a clump of bushes. His black hair was overlong and his clothes were so mismatched that it looked deliberate: too short jeans, a shabby, overlarge coat that might have belonged to a grown man, an odd smocklike shirt.

"Oh yes, they’re arguing", said Snape. He picked up a fistful of leaves and began tearing them apart, apparently unaware of what he was doing. "But it won’t be that long and I’ll be gone". "Doesn’t your dad like magic?" "He doesn’t like anything, much", said Snape.

One of the boys sharing the compartment, who had shown no interest at all in Lily or Snape until that point, looked around at the word, and Harry, whose attention had been focused entirely on the two beside the window, saw his father: slight, black-haired like Snape, but with that indefinable air of having been well-cared-for, even adored, that Snape so conspicuously lacked.

J.K. Rowling: Well, that is Snape's tragedy. Given his time over again he would not have become a Death Eater, but like many insecure, vulnerable people (like Wormtail) he craved membership of something big and powerful, something impressive.

I love both Regulus and Severus, and I believe they were both brave boys who made mistakes and tried to make up for them by risking their lives. But there’s something in the fanbase that bothers me regarding these two characters. It’s that Snape’s story is erased from him and given to Regulus Black. I haven't found any evidence of Regulus being tortured or forced to join the Death Eaters, as described in the books. He willingly joined Voldemort because he was fan of voldemort. Moreover, according to Sirius, Regulus was well-liked within his family, and his parents not only didn’t mistreat him, but they actually loved him more than Sirius.

I’m tired of constantly seeing people say that Regulus was a saint while Snape was a sadistic murderer. I can’t believe people can read these lines from the books and still claim that Regulus was tortured with the Cruciatus Curse and abused by his family in childhood, which forced him to join the Death Eaters due to his traumatic upbringing. But Snape? Oh, apparently, he was born to be a racist, torturer, sadist, and murderer from day one.

Aren’t you tired of these ridiculous double standards? Aren’t you fed up with constantly insisting that fanfictions and TikTok videos are canon?

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wisteria-lodge · 3 months ago

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I’d love if you ever expanded your thoughts on the way JKR writes romance, because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while. One thing that’s very interesting to me is that jealousy is used as a driving force for both of the main romantic storylines in HP. It’s more obvious with Ron/Hermione (the Yule Ball, basically everything that happens between them in book 6, the locket horcrux stuff) but also plays a big role in Harry/Ginny. Harry’s jealousy of her relationship with Dean is what makes him realize he’s into her, and moments where he’s pining for Ginny tend to focus on that jealousy more than an actual appreciation of Ginny’s personality. The most important part of writing a convincing romance is making readers believe that these characters actually care about each other and want to spend time together, and it feels like maybe what you describe as JKR’s obsession with pining made her lose sight of that. What do you think?

We've also got jealousy as a motif in Harry/Cho and Severus/Lily. It is absolutely a trope she uses, a lot.

When I was trying to get my head around how JKR writes romance, the main thing that made it click for me was realizing that, to her - romance is inherently threatening. And/or embarrassing, overpowering, animalistic, dangerous. (thanks to @the-phoenix-heart for that line.)

Really, the Harry Potter books are kind of a romance-free zone. It is incredibly unusual to see a romantic couple, acting like a couple, on the page. We spend a lot of time with Arthur and Molly, and while they’re both pretty fleshed out as characters, we get almost nothing of their couple dynamic (and what we do get doesn’t seem all that positive…) The blocking tends to physically separate them - Molly isn’t at the World Cup or Harry’s hearing, Arthur is working overtime when Harry is at the Burrow, etc. This is a pattern: her romantic couples, of which there are not many, have a way of being in different rooms, on different side quests, one of them is mind-controlled, one of them is unconscious, it cuts to black right before Harry kisses Cho, and right after he kisses Ginny.

Ron/Hermione takes place mostly outside of Harry’s perspective, and Harry/Ginny takes place mostly out of *the reader's* perspective. It’s a lot of narration, a lot of “Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her” and “[Harry] was supposedly finishing his Herbology homework but in reality reliving a particularly happy hour he had spent down by the lake with Ginny at lunchtime.” Like, I don’t know. I might have liked to see those scenes play out.

Bill/Fleur is probably her most successful couple (I mean, who doesn't like Bill and Fleur?) But even they almost never interact with each other. They talk about their relationship to other people, other people talk about them, but like… I’m just going to go through a rundown of every single time we see Bill and Fleur interact:

“’E is always so thoughtful,” purred Fleur adoringly, stroking Bill’s nose. Ginny mimed vomiting into her cereal behind Fleur. Harry choked over his cornflakes.

(Romance = embarrassing)

What if [Ron and Hermione] became like Bill and Fleur, and it became excruciatingly embarrassing to be in their presence, so that he was shut out for good?

(Romance = embarassing, threatening)

Most [of the people at Dumbledore’s funeral] Harry did not recognize, but a few he did, including (...) Bill supported by Fleur and followed by Fred and George

(put a pin in this one, I’m going to come back to it)

“Bah,” said Fleur [in Harry’s body], checking herself in the microwave door, “Bill, don’t look at me — I’m ’ideous.”

(I actually think this is kind of cute in context, but unfortunately JKR is being uncharitable to her hyper-femme characters again, and making a joke about woman-in-male-body, which unfortunately makes it less cute in the grand scheme of things)

“I’m taking Fleur on a thestral,” said Bill. “She’s not that fond of brooms.” Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a soppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again.

(Romance = embarrassing)

“We saw [Mad-Eye die]” said Bill; Fleur nodded, tear tracks glittering on her cheeks...

(Not sure if this counts as them interacting, but they are at least next to each other)

“No,” said Bill at once, “I’ll do it, I’ll come.” “Where are you going?” said Tonks and Fleur together. “Mad-Eye’s body,” said Lupin. “We need to recover it.”

(this one doesn’t even frame them as a couple, since the teams have split into Bill and Lupin and Tonks and Fleur.)

“We can’t tell you what we’re doing,” said Harry flatly. “You’re in the Order, Bill, you know Dumbledore left us a mission. We’re not supposed to talk about it to anyone else.” Fleur made an impatient noise, but Bill did not look at her.”

(... does this imply that Fleur isn’t in the Order? Anyway, they’re married at this point, and kinda disagreeing a la Molly and Arthur)

[Griphook] continued to request trays of food in his room, like the still frail Ollivander, until Bill (following an angry outburst from Fleur) went upstairs to tell him that the arrangement could not continue.

(Another conflict, but hey, at least it sounds like they resolved it. We hear about their daughter Victoire in the epilogue, but this is the last time we see Bill and Fleur together.)

But, okay. Not putting romance in the Harry Potter books is a perfectly fine creative choice. JKR can absolutely decide she just wants to give other things more emotional weight. What clarified this for me was the Fantastic Beasts films and her adult literature (particularly the Cormoran Strike books.) In those, JKR is wanting to write romance. And yet....

In Fantastic Beasts, she can write the awkward getting-to-know-you pre-romance stuff, but the second Jacob and Queenie are actually a couple - he loses his memory, then he’s brainwashed, she’s with Grindelwald, they’re different plot lines that never intersect… and then they just get married at the end of Secrets of Dumbledore. So it’s not even a slow-burn, will-they-won’t-they thing. Tina and Newt get the same treatment, except their pre-romance getting-to-know-you beats are so subtle that a lot of people missed them completely. Then Tina's angry at Newt for a very silly misunderstanding… then in a separate plotline… and is only in the third film for two minutes at the end. People compare the structure of these films to Indiana Jones, but in those movies the love interest is actually hanging out with Indy the whole time. In the Cormoran Strike books, the romantic leads do spend time together, but they’ve also been doing a pining, bad timing, will they/won’t they back-and-forth thing for seven books. And they’re long books.

So okay. What’s going on. Why is this.

JK Rowling has been very public about the trauma she has from abusive relationships and sexual assault, and I’m afraid I do have to bring that up in a conversation about why she treats romance so negatively. More specifically - if I had to guess - I think she finds male attraction towards women threatening. (I’m sure we all remember Harry’s chest monster.) I think she feels a little icky writing it, which is why when she does do it… it feels perfunctory, generic, repetitive, and also not the sort of thing that would come from a teenage boy. (Like when has a 14-year-old boy ever thought a girl was pretty because she had nice teeth. That’s such a straight girl compliment.) BUT, when she writes about the attractiveness of guys - it gets more specific, more nuanced, more interesting, and also a lot less uncomfortable. J.K. Rowling likes guys! She’s allowed.

But of course, she also tends to write male viewpoint characters, and I think this is why a lot of her guys (and Harry specifically) kinda read as queer to a lot of people. We’re told Harry is distracted by/attracted to Cho Chang… but is he though? Compared to the way “pretty boy” Cedric, or “sleek haired” Draco get under his skin?

I want to take a look at her adult romantic leads for a second. Because in Fantastic Beasts, she really did pull out all the stops to make Newt and Jacob as non-threatening as humanly possible. Newt is a gentle, pacifist, Doctor Dolittle-type conservationist who barely seems interested in women at all, and Jacob… is a Muggle baker. She pairs Newt with Tina, tough as nails American star auror. Jacob is with Queenie, who is constantly literally reading his mind. Which is an ability we’ve only seen with the most powerful wizards. These guys are not a threat to these ladies. In Queenie’s case, the power balance is tipped so insanely far in her direction that I’m a little bit worried for Jacob (and she does in fact, bewitch him into doing stuff.) I think JKR wrote her couples this way so any romance she wrote with them would also feel safe… and sadly I don’t think it worked. The most fleshed out couple dynamic we get is Dumbledore/Grindelwald, who have a coffee date and a duel in the third movie. But - that’s the one movie where she doesn’t have sole screenwriting credit, they’re exes, and they're also both GUYS, so she doesn’t have to worry about any kind of male/female power imbalance gunk, or put herself in the headspace of a guy being attracted to women.

Now I do want to talk about Cormoran Strike. Of all her non-threatening male love interests, this is the one who seems to work best for her. She’s stuck with him the longest, and it actually seems possible that we might get an actual romantic scene with him in the next book.

Here’s my theory. I think that when JKR was writing Goblet of Fire, and it came time to introduce the real Mad-Eye Moody - imprisoned in the bottom of his own trunk, weak, down a leg and an eye - something clicked. Because that is someone who is both entirely masculine, and entirely safe, and that makes him the perfect romantic figure. And I absolutely think she grabbed that archetype when it came to writing Cormoran Strike.

Basically, this character just is Mad-Eye Moody, only 15(ish) years younger, and non-magical. Strike is an ex-military cop who now freelances. He’s older than his love interest, he’s been around the block a few times. He’s gruff, but careful and kind, world-weary and grizzled, extremely capable, principled, tough, and just sort of hyper aware of what’s going on around him. He is also a bigger guy with some access weight who is not “conventionally attractive” - and for JKR this is a feature, not a bug. If your female character is into someone who is not *~*~handsome~*~* that means they’re cool, deep, not like other girls. Viktor Krum is not conventionally attractive, and (after the werewolf attack) neither is Bill. In fact “he now bore a distinct resemblance to Mad-Eye Moody.” JKR likes Mad-Eye Moody.

And you better believe that Cormoran Strike has a broken nose and a missing leg, just like Mad-Eye Moody. Strike’s prosthetic leg comes up a *lot.* I think it’s telling that the loving interaction we see between Bill and Fleur is her physically supporting him at Dumbledore's funeral post werewolf attack, and the loving little wrist squeeze we get between Lucius and Narcissa is right before Lucius hands his wand over. Basically, JKR likes someone who is sexy and capable and has a lot of presence, but who you get to take care of, and who… can’t chase you. Doesn’t pose a threat. That's the fantasy.

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rosebudfics · 11 months ago

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Girl Dad

Snape x Muggle! Reader

Request: "one of severus being a girl dad when she is a baby and he spends a day with her" by @chocolatetyrantfire

Warnings: Baby's name is B/N, didnt really read it over, and uhh idk lmao

A/N: haiwbsjsbwkwjw.. I love the idea of dilf Snape *froths at the mouth* also ik muggle reader isn't in the request but I felt like having a muggle reader so.. <3

It was the summer so Snape had no work (well, besides all the death eater jobs) and he could enjoy it with you and your little baby girl.

That was until one day you had been called into work in the early hours of the morning.

You groaned when the phone started ringing and answered it to hear your boss complaining about how one of your coworkers didn't show up and they were short staffed for the day.

You sighed then offered to come in and work even though this was your holiday. You hung up and looked down at Severus, slowly shaking him awake.

“Sev, I gotta go to work..” you said, your voice slightly raspy from not long waking up.

“What..?” His face scrunched up, not opening his eyes. “Isn’t this your holiday?”

“Yeah, well.. They're understaffed and need me, as annoying as that is,” you sighed, before getting up and rubbing your eyes.

Severus groaned before rolling over to watch you get dressed. He watched as you slipped on a blouse and jeans, turning on a lamp to see what you were doing because it was still dark outside.

“The baby’s bottle is in the fridge, make sure to warm it up but don’t overheat it, and make sure she has a bath too, and get her down for her 1 o’clock nap if you can-” You started rambling on as you went into the bathroom attached to their bedroom.

Severus had gotten up and was padding over to you, before shushing you. “We’ve done it together for a while now, I can handle it. Can you handle it, though?”

You sighed as you grabbed your toothbrush, looking up at him. “This is going to be one of the first times I actually leave you two.. alone. It's not that I don't trust you! It's just.. Stressful, she's my baby girl..”

“I understand, love… I promise I’ll protect her with my life,” He smiled down at you as he kissed your temple.

You returned the smile, “I know you will.” You then started to brush your teeth and the rest of your morning routine. Severus joined you in getting ready, but was interrupted by some sniffles and then an uproar of crying like it was every morning.

You both made your way to your baby’s room, and you softly picked her up to cradle her. “Good morning, sunshine… I know, mornings are tough, aren't they?” You softly spoke as Severus watched you hold B/N. His eyes soften at the sight.

You then smiled a little at him and handed you B/N. “I best get going.. I’ll see you after, hun,” You kissed the baby’s head then kissed Sev on the lips. “Love you,”

“Love you too, don't let them overwork you dear” Sev kissed you back as he followed you with the baby to the door.

You laughed dryly. “No promises. Love you so much” you gave him one last kiss before heading off, sprinting slightly to not be late.

Severus watched you as you left, then headed back inside when it started to get too cold. B/N was staring up at him with big eyes, before placing her hand on his nose. He smiled softly and grabbed her tiny hand in his, and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t tell anyone, but you are quite cute when you aren’t screaming.” Severus made his way to the kitchen, placing her in the high chair. He grabbed the milk from the fridge, using his wand to warm it up to just the right temperature. He placed the bottle in front of B/N. “Now I know you aren't stupid enough to not know how to drink from a bottle,”

The baby grabbed the bottle, maintaining eye contact with him before knocking it off. He caught it before it fell, placing it back in front of her, scowling. She and him repeated this process for a minute before he finally caved.

“Okay okay, I’ll feed you myself!” Sev groaned, picking the bottle up and placing it up to B/N’s mouth, and she drank it happily, smiling up at him. His eyes softened at her as he continued to feed her. After the bottle he spoon fed her sweet potato baby food.

Of course food got all over the place since she was a baby and didn't know how to eat properly, babbling and giggling. So after breakfast, he quickly cleaned everything up with a swish of his wand and brought B/N upstairs to the bathroom for a bath.

He made sure the water was a nice warm temperature so she was comfortable.

Once she was in the bath he added a couple toys in the water to keep her occupied while he cleaned her.

Once he tried her all off, he placed her in the playpen in the living room near but not close to the fireplace as he sat down on the couch to watch her play. She wobbled over to him and handed him a block, smiling up at her with a twinkle in her eye.

Severus smiled softly down at her, taking the block.

“You've got your mothers eyes.”

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simpforsnape · 2 years ago

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Daddy Duties.

Severus Snape x Reader

wordcount: 640

warnings: Fluff, Minor errors. (Severus is a good daddy <3)

Credit to the creator of this gif.

C/N- Child’s Name - Y/N- Your Name

Severus stood at the front of his classroom, his wand in one hand and a stack of essays in the other. He had just finished lecturing his fifth-year Slytherins on the finer points of potion-making when he heard a small voice calling out to him.

"Daddy!"

Severus turned to see his three-year-old daughter, C/N, toddling down the aisle between the desks. She was wearing a bright pink dress and her curly hair was tied back into two messy pigtails.

"C/N" Severus said, his voice softening with his eyes glued on her. "What are you doing here?"

"Bumblebee sent me!" C/N said, grinning up at him with her toothy smile. She was referring to Dumbledore.

Severus sighed inwardly. He glanced to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway of his classroom, smiling. He had been so busy with his work that he had forgotten that you had asked him to watch C/N while you were called away to business.

"Well, you can't be here right now," Severus said, setting down his essays. "I'm teaching."

"But I want to stay with you," C/N said as she wined.

Severus hesitated. He couldn't very well send his daughter away, but he couldn't exactly have her in the classroom either. He looked around the room, searching for a solution.

Finally, he had an idea. He conjured up a small, cushioned chair and placed it at the front of the room near his desk.

"You can sit here," he said, lifting her up and placing her in the chair. "But you have to be very quiet and still. Daddy is teaching a class."

C/N nodded solemnly, her big brown eyes fixed on her father. Severus picked up his wand and resumed his lecture, keeping a watchful eye on his daughter out of the corner of his eye.

For a while, C/N was content to watch her father teach. She sat quietly in her chair, her small hands folded in her lap, as Severus droned on about the proper way to brew a healing potion. But then she grew restless.

"Daddy," she whispered, tugging on his sleeve. "I'm bored." Severus could hear the nearby students giggling at the toddlers sudden outburst.

Severus sighed. "You have to be patient, C/N. Daddy will be finished soon." He mentioned, striking a stern smug toward the students to silence them.

Y/N scrunched up her nose. "But I don't like potions," she said, sticking out her bottom lip.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "You don't?”

C/N shook her head. "It's boring."

Severus couldn't help but smile. "Well, what do you like then?"

C/N thought for a moment. "I like unicorns," she said, her face lighting up.

Severus chuckled. "Unicorns?"

C/N nodded vigorously. "Can we talk about unicorns?"

Severus glanced at his class, who were all staring at him with varying degrees of amusement and confusion. He cleared his throat.

"It seems we have a new topic for today's lesson," he said dryly. "Unicorns."

Severus spent the next half hour discussing the mythology and symbolism of unicorns with his daughter, much to the amusement of his students. C/N listened, occasionally interrupting with questions. When the lesson was over, she clapped her hands in delight.

"That was fun, Daddy!" she said, beaming up at him.

Severus smiled, feeling relief wash over him. He had managed to keep his daughter entertained and had even taught his students something new.

As class was shortly dismissed, Severus paced over to C/N holding the toddler in his arms as he held her close.

He placed a gentle kiss on the side of her face. His daughter made him feel vulnerable at times. But he always embraced moments like these.

“Thank you, Daddy.” C/N smiled as she pressed her forehead against his chest.

“You are more than welcome, My sweet,” Severus replied, feeling a smile creep on his lips.

He would do this again without hesitation, just for his daughter.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 2 months ago

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Lily had lost Potter and her house wasn't even that big. She was afraid that he would go around causing trouble as always.

She didn't know yet why she invited him over. Him! James Bloody Potter, the boy she used to loathe with her life, was now her date for her sister's wedding.

All for a silly dream. They had danced in the dream. They had maybe kissed at the end... Everything was so confusing.

Lily was having weird thoughts because Potter was being nicer with her. That was all.

"Potter?"

When Lily reached to the second floor to see Marge wrapped around some poor bloke. She had the reputation of harassing boys when she was drunk. And oh God, that girl loved to drink.

Although it was a shocking surprise to realize the boy Marge was trying to seduce and snog was none other than James Potter himself.

Lily gaped at them.

"Honestly, I need to go back and find Lily..." James was saying, rather uncomfortable.

"No no no, you hottie. You're not leaving a lady alone in this state..."

"Maybe you should get some water" James said, trying to push her chubby arms away.

"Yeah... Would you be a gent and take me to the kitchen between your strong arms..."

Lily couldn't witness this any further. She didn't stand Marge, that superficial cow, but she felt an inexplicable kind of rage now.

"James, darling!" And that rage made her approach and grab his arm, pulling him away from Marge "I've been looking everywhere for you"

"I was getting out of the loo when I bumped into... Into..."

"Marjorie Eileen Dursley at your service, handsome" she offered him her hand "Single and ready to mingle" she winked.

James let out a nervous laughter. Lily rolled her eyes. She was disgusting.

"She's Vernon's bloody sister" Lily whispered in James's ear to explain. He seemed to understand.

"Marge, I see you've met my boyfriend James... James... Potter..."

Lily didn't know why she said it. It was the neccesity to annoy Marge. And brag to her that Lily had the boy and not her. And to keep her away from him. James was... He was... Her friend? He didn't need to stand Marge's flirting any longer.

Lily could feel James's curious look on her, but she ignored him, focused still on Marge. She even had a cup in her hand still.

"Yeah, I'm the boyfriend..." James nodded beside her "I'm her boyfriend... Yeah Lily, darling?"

"Yeah darling"

This was ridiculous.

Marge was immediately adopting that disgusted expression she wore when she was around Lily. She looked at her as if she was a dirty dog from the street.

"Dear Lily," she hiccuped "A new boyfriend? I thought you were dating that weird boy with the large nose...What was his name?" she spat "I heard Tuney saying you even took him to your room on New Years"

Lily's face immediately went red remembering the fiasco of New Years, when Severus tried to kiss her. But they were no longer friends. That boy had hurt her. Although her blush might have been giving a wrong impression.

She felt James's gaze on her.

"It's none of your business, Marge" Lily replied "I am dating James now, so..." and she unconsciously pulled him closer.

James put an arm around her "And we are so happy, aren't we love?"

Marge got a bit red in fury. She was looking between the two with disdain. She tusked and took another sip of her drink.

"Oh Lily, dear. Didn't I tell Petunia that the maid dress wouldn't fit your body well?" she snapped. "Shame" and she gave her that annoying look upside-down. Lily was getting irritated.

Lily, Marge and Tuney's friends had been chosen maids. Marge the bridesmaid. But the purple dress looked like it was about to tear itself apart on Marge. "I'm surely a Medium Size, Tuney. The diet had been working" she had said. Marge was an Extra large, Lily was sure.

"Nice meeting you, handsome" Marge winked at James in front of Lily. In front of Lily! His supposed girlfriend "I'll be around if you want a dance, or a drink, or a smoke..." and she winked at him once more.

"Oh I don't drink or smoke" James faked a smile but he was squeezing Lily tighter. Maybe scared or uncomfortable. "And I rather dance with my girl"

Lily blushed at that comment. Marge looked furious.

They stayed like that faking to be a happy couple until Marge climbed down the stairs.

Then Lily let out a groan. "What a freaking disgusting drunk bitch!! Who does she think she is? Bloody hell! I can't believe we became family and I have to see her stupid face from now on... I don't know how Tuney can stand her... And Vernon does everything she says..."

Lily stopped talking because she noticed two things: 1) James was looking at her with amusement and a cheesy smile, 2) They were still very close to each other.

"So, turns out I am your boyfriend, eh?" James raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Lily pushed him away immediately.

"No, no, no no no, no..." Lily shook her head "Don't you dare take advantage of the situation, Potter" she said, while James blew her kisses in a mocking way "I only said that so that Marge would leave you alone. She is a nightmare, that woman... Honestly, I was just doing you a favor"

Then Lily crossed her arms to try to hide away how she was blushing. And why was she even blushing?

"Well thanks a lot, girlfriend" James giggled "Tell me, Evans, do I have to pretend with the rest of your family or..."

Lily hadn't thought about that. Marge would spread the news about Lily's "new boyfriend" as fast as she had spread the rumor of how Lily took Severus to her room on New Years. What a bitch!

James Potter was enjoying this.

"Is that why you invited me here, Evans?"

"No!"

Why did she invite him here?

Lily swallowed her pride. James was laughing.

"Potter..."

"Yes, darling?"

Lily hated his ass and regretted inviting him over. Mary was wrong. Nothing could happen between them and the dream was just a silly trick of her subconscious imagination.

"Would you please be my fake boyfriend for the rest of the evening so Marge would leave both of us alone?" Lily asked while she grunted.

"Let me think about it..." James tapped his chin.

What a twat!!

"Or you can just leave and go back to Hogwarts right now!!"

"Fine!" James laughed. The bloody wanker laughed "It would be an honor to be your fake boyfriend, Evans...." he grinned "Or should I say, darling?"

Lily almost smiled as she grabbed his arm and they started walking to the stairs "Don't be too much of an idiot or I would be glad to fakely break up with you"

"I wouldn't even dream about it" he replied "Our fake relationship means a lot to me"

Lily couldn't avoid laughing.

"Shut up, Potter"

So they climbed down the stairs as a new FAKE couple.

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fantisyoflove · 11 months ago

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Snape's First Year Teaching {part 2}

Warnings ⚠ mentions of death and watching someone without their knowledge⚠

*Leaving off from you storming away and Snape crying under a tree*

Chapter word count: 2759

Total work word count: 24,244

You follow the path leading back to the castle, you follow around the bend a ways to the green house. Your flat is right above the tool shed and is a small 3 room space. The bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen/living room were separated by thin walls and the door leading up to your flat had been replaced recently. It looked so out of place with the weathered wood of the shed.

Unlocking the door you trudged up the stairs and flopped down on the couch to kick your boots off. You didn't shut the door since nobody would be coming this way and the air was still warm. 'A breeze would be nice,' you thought and set about opening the many windows surrounding you. You propped open your bedroom door and bathroom door as well. Laying back on the couch you covered your eyes with your forearm and decide to just rest for the remainder of the morning.

*Back at the tree*

Snape finally pushed himself up to sit and wiped his eyes again. He looked down at the handkerchief, it was an off white color with small flowers and vines embroidered along the edge. In the corner were the initials 'M.H.B'. and he realized for the first time he had not even learned your name yet. He knew your last name, Burke, was from Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn alley, but he didn't know of any of the Burke children. "You're just like everyone else! A bully!" your words echoed in his mind, over and over. He shook his head in attempt to physically clear them. He also kept picturing your face, the way you flinched away from him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and stood up. Walking to the lake Snape dipped his hands in and splashed his face. He waved his wand to dry his face and then again to clean the handkerchief. With a big sigh he scrubbed at his face and growled. 'Why do I have to ruin everything!' he thought angerly. He slapped himself across the face,

"Pull it together!" He hissed out loud to himself. And started stomping towards the green house.

...

He checked inside the green house, not really knowing where your flat would be but figured it would be attached to your class like his was. A glace around reviled several plants in all phases of growth but not a person in sight. He circled around to the back and saw a two story tool shed. All the windows on the second level were propped open and white lace curtains fluttered in the breeze.

Setting his jaw and standing up straight he marched inside and found the stairs. Upstairs he figured you would be there, probably reading. Thats what he would have done after being called stupid and silly and someone was mean to him like he was to you. He paused halfway up, you were right about him. The pit of his stomach dropped and he grabbed onto the railing to catch himself. He was a bully.

He straightened again and set his face to neutral. Clearing his throat at the top he called out softly, "professor Burke? It's Severus, I understand if you ..." he stopped as he saw you laying on the couch. Your arm had flopped off your face and you had curled onto your side facing out. He could just see your side rising and falling slowly. He turned to leave but then stopped. Frozen he listened closely and heard your soft snoring. Turning back to the top of the stairs he crept all the way up carefully and into your flat. He walked from the foot of your couch to the front and waved a hand in front of your face. You didn't move or pause your soft even breaths. He crouched down in front of you and studied your face. He had a hard time meeting your eye because he was such a coward, if he was going to move up in the ranks of either organization he would have to learn to shove his fear down and face things head on.

He watched you sleep for a few moments, your lips slightly parted. Your curls were crushed against the pillow and he noticed that you had piercings in your ear. He wondered to himself if your other ear mirrored the one he could see.

'I really need to start being more observant!' He scolded himself. You made a harsher snoring sound and rubbed your nose before settling back down. Eyes wide Snape stood up slowly and tip toed to your kitchen area. You had a simple kitchen and a small table pushed against a wall looking out the window. On the table were several rolls of parchment, unrolled, and under a large amethyst stone to keep them from blowing away.

Snape glanced back at you before moving forward and peering at them. He recognized potion recipes and a few pages with different etchings of plants and leaves. He lifted a few and thumbed through them. Nothing of note in his opinion. Just simple notes and drawings. He put everything back as he thought it should look and was about to leave when he spotted a balled up piece of parchment in the bin. He bent to pick it up and paused with his finger tips just brushing it as he looked to you again. You were still sound asleep. He unfolded it and smoothed it out against his thigh. His eyes scanned the words, several scribbled out or rewritten. But the gist of it was a letter to someone about how you had found work and you were keeping a close eye on 'the problem'. You hoped whoever was supposed to receive this letter was proud of you and you would see them next time at home. You had also signed the letter

Melyra B.

"Melyra" he whispered and looked back at you. "Fitting" he snorted. He held the parchment up to the sunlight trying to read the scribbled out words to no avail. He sighed and crumpled the paper back up and tossed it into the wastebasket. The ting it made caused you to stir. Snape bolted for the stairs and made it down the first two before you had sat up rubbing your eyes.

"Professor? " you asked confused. Snape froze and turned back to the top of the stairs.

"Excuse me," he said with a bow. "The door was open and I did call out. I didn't realize you were sleeping but now that I have I will see myself out." He turned to go again.

"Wait!" You called. "Why did you come here"

"I was looking for you"

"I gathered as much. But why?"

Snape remembered his thought from earlier 'stop being a coward!'

He cleared his throat and came back up the stairs. He made a blank face and said "I came to say 'I am sorry' I shouldn't have yelled at you. It wasn't fair of me to lash out at you and you don't deserve my cruelty. I am sorry, Melyra." He bowed again and then stood there, hands clasped together in front of him. You noticed how his thumb rhythmically rubbed against his pointer finger knuckle. Then he would squeeze his hands together as if you remind himself not to fidget.

"wow" was all you could muster and he looked more uncomfortable standing before you. "erm, would you like to sit down?" You gesture to the table and chairs or to the couch you were sitting on. He looked longingly at the chair in the kitchen but then pinched his palm and went to sit beside you. He still kept a decent space away and he sat up straight feet together on the floor and mindlessly twisted his fingers as he looked everywhere around your flat but at you.

Snape noticed your bedroom door open and from what he could see you had clothes all over the floor and white sheets on your iron frame bed. So the black lace thong thrown on top of your sheets was very apparent. He quickly looked away and found you sitting cross legged on the couch facing him.

"So, this is uhh this is your flat?"

"Yes" you said bemused. "Do you have one?"

"A flat?"

"Yeah"

"I guess you could say yes. It is a lot simpler than yours. Just the room and a privy. No kitchen or living room area. Probably because I have an office and being inside the castle I can just request food or drink from the house elves whenever I need."

"You get an office!" you say in mock despair. "Well I see where I rank then among the staff!" you laugh at your own joke but he seems taken aback. "I am just joking Snape."

"I know that!" he said defensively. "And um, Melyra, could you.. could you please ca-call me Severus?" He stuttered .

"Oh? of course. I am sorry Severus."

"No! no its alright. I just... I guess I figured if we are to be." He held his breath for a moment before saying, "Friends." He cleared his throat.

"Then we should be on a first name basis shouldn't we?" He finally met your eyes again. His eyes were so dark they seemed black. You searched his face for any hint of nefarious meaning behind his words but he seemed genuine.

"We should." You said finally and stuck out your hand to him. He looked down at it for a beat too long.

"You're supposed to shake it " you said teasingly with a giggle.

He nodded, pulling up his sleeve to expose his whole hand, he grasped onto yours. You were pleasantly surprised to find that it was warm. You figured it would be cold for some reason. His fingers were long and thick and his hand nearly engulfed yours entirely.

Severus felt a whimper bubble up in the back of his throat. This is the most skin to skin contact with anyone in months, maybe even closer to a year. He forced himself to cough to mask the noise and pulled away to cover his cough with his elbow.

"Sorry excuse me" he said. He felt his neck getting warm again. You both sat there awkwardly now, looking anywhere but at each other.

"Oh!" Severus said suddenly and jumped to his feet. He started searching his pockets until he found your handkerchief. He held it out for you, "Thank you for letting me borrow it."

You took it from him but then grabbed his wrist. You pulled him in closer to you. Severus wanted to pull away but found his body leaning into you. You tucked the handkerchief into his sleeve, you felt his wand hidden there as well.

"You keep it," you patted his arm. You pointer and middle finger were resting against his wrist, where his heart beat fluttered. You looked up at him, his pupils were wide and he was breathing heavily. You watched his chest rise and fall.

"Nn.. no, I cant keep this. It's yours."

"No I insist! I have plenty. For real I love making these, the needle work done by hand is so calming. Muggles really do come up with some creative things."

"oo-okay" He nodded. His eyes never left yours. You turn his hand over, petting it open and trace a finger from his soft inner wrist up across his palm and then up his middle finger.

"Did you ever study palmistry in your school days?"

Severus shook his head no, "it didn't - didn't interest me ," he took a deep breath, "then." He felt mesmerized by your touch. Mentally he felt he should pull away, he should ask you to stop, he should not like it as much as he does. Physically his body was betraying him, leaning into you, allowing you to pull him closer, even his breathing was out of control. He hoped his blush was under control.

You smiled up at him and tapped his love line twice, "I like it because you get a small peak into someone's soul." You fold his fingers back in and release his hand. Sitting back into the couch you watch Severus hold up his reopened hand and examine it.

"Care to elaborate? "

"You want me to read your palm?"

"If you wish,"

You squeal and jump from from the couch clutching both his hands in yours. His breath catches but you don't notice because you are bouncing on your toes with excitement.

"Oh please Severus! Please! I never get to practice."

Looking up at him, Severus is over a head taller than you. He feels the whine in the back of his throat but shakes his head to clear it.

"Yes, Melyra. As long as you promise to not make that noise again." His upper body is leaning away from you but you notice how soft but firm he holds your hands. They feel good holding yours. You silently wonder what they would feel like touching other places.

"Okay, okay" you say and sit back down on the couch. You pat the cushion next to you eagerly. Severus keeps his eyes on you as he removes his cloak and lays it neatly on the arm of the couch then sits and mimics your cross leg position. His legs are a little too long for that on your narrow couch so he opts for one foot off one foot on.

You have zoned out watching him. His moves, his hands running over the fabric, the slight tightness of the upper sleeve of his shirt. Outlining some pretty impressive muscles. When he had turned to lay his cloak down you also saw how tight the shirt stretched across his shoulders and back. You imagine how easy it would be for him to pick you up and....

"Well?" Severus is staring at you, both hands lay open in front of you.

"Right sorry I was just trying to remember where to begin!"

A small twinge in Snapes head told him you were lying but he ignored it. Since when had he ever been right about something like that.

You traced the lines in his hands with your pinky muttering to yourself.

"Well then, Severus, look at you. TWO love lines at the same time! And big decisions in your future. You will gain great power and then you will lose it all..." you trail off searching deeper into his lines. He has a very large Venus, padded and firm.

"You are a hard worker"

He raised an eyebrow at you, "is that all?" He clearly wasn't too impressed by all this so far.

You laughed nervously. "Well there is a lot of earth here. Strong, sturdy, set in your ways but," you paused licking your lips.

"Go on" he said slowly.

"But it's all divided. The rise or fall of your future hangs on one decision. I wish I could tell you what it is. But basically you have to choose between two very strong forces."

Severus pulled his hands back and examined them again. "Yes, well, I've never given much mind to divination arts"

"Haven't you?" You ask cocking your head to the side. You take his right hand back and trace a faint line down the center from his middle finger to his wrist. "It says here you have your own inner power of divination." Severus scoffed at this "or maybe even legilimency."

Severus snatched his hand back this time and held it tight in his opposite hand. "Well now that is completely preposterous!"

You giggled and then covered your mouth to try and stifle it. "I am sorry Severus but the hands never lie. Hey maybe its an untapped power you have!" You tried to sound positive and encouraging but Severus's face was still blank. You weren't exactly sure if that was a bad thing or maybe just his natural state.

"I highly doubt that," Severus stood, "well I came to apologize and to give you your handkerchief back and I have done one and attempted the other. I will see myself out." He went to the door and then turned to bow to you and then left.

'What a strange man,' you thought again. With a smile to yourself you set about straitening up your space.

*outside of professor Snape's office Dumbledore awaits*

"Professor Snape, I am hoping you will let me in." Snape paused a little startled since he wasn't paying attention. He nodded and tapped the door handle to his office. "I am also hoping you happen to have some tea or a nice hot brandy" Snape looked both ways down the hallway before closing the door.

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myobscureimaginarium · 2 years ago

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A commission for @akumanie to accompany the fic, Elysian Key by Alice O’Really. Akumanie is currently translating the fic into English for us! Please check out her translations.

"It will be amazing. I will be a great witch and you will be a powerful wizard. And one day the whole world will know us! What do you think, Severus? Will they know our names one day?" The commission is based on the upcoming chapter 10. You can find the rest of the scene under the cut:

Lily ran across the lawn in the park, waving from a distance. She reached Severus, grabbed his arms, and spun around with him.

"It came, it came, it came!" she shouted as she spun. Her long red hair fluttered wildly in the wind, her green eyes shone with fierce, mad joy.

"I said it was coming," Severus said breathlessly, the moment she let him go. "Will you show it to me?"

"Sure!" She nodded eagerly. She took a crumpled letter from her pocket, religiously inspected it for the millionth time, and solemnly lent it to him.

"We'll go together," she said enthusiastically.

Severus had read her letter from Hogwarts over and over again.

"Great," he announced, raising his face and grinning.

"I'm so happy, Severus!" She grabbed him around the neck. He returned the hug without the slightest hesitation.

"It'll be great, Lily, you'll see. You will love it there, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

"I'm not afraid," she said indignantly. "First of all, I'm very smart and I can handle everything. And secondly, if I can't handle something, you can handle it. Come on, let's sit down. I brought something."

They settled on the freshly mown lawn, and Lily pulled out a bag of candy.

"They're not as good as your beans, but then, there’s no danger that any of them will taste like manure." She winked at him.

"And that's certainly reassuring." Severus nodded seriously, and they both burst out laughing. As they sucked caramels together, Lily rolled onto the grass on her back, looking up at the sky, a letter lovingly pressed to her heart. Severus lay down next to her.

"It will be amazing. I will be a great witch and you will be a powerful wizard. And one day the whole world will know us! What do you think, Severus? Will they know our names one day?"

"I doubt that," he said calmly.

"Me too." Lily grinned. "But that would be great, don't you think? Everyone would know who Lily Evans is. And if they heard the name Severus Snape, they would freeze in horror! Oh, spare us, mighty one!

"You're crazy." Severus shook his head, smiling from ear to ear. "You're an awfully snotty little witch, you know that?"

"And you're a terribly terrifying tiny wizard," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"With a giant nose." Severus sighed. "They'll laugh at me again."

"You're a dummy. Of course you have a big nose. You are Severus Snape, an exceptional wizard. You can't have something as vulgar as an ordinary little nose." She rolled onto her side, reached out, and pushed her index finger to the tip of Severus' nose until the skin around it whitened. "Like this, it’s absolutely fine. And I will beat up anyone who laughs at you."

"Wizards don't beat each other up, Lily Evans. Wizards curse each other. That reminds me! Did you try the Worms in Hair spell yesterday?!" he blurted out eagerly.

Lily chuckled. "You should have seen her, Severus, I thought it would be her death...!"

"Great!" He nodded with maximal satisfaction. "She shouldn't have locked you in the basement."

#snapecelebration2023 #severus snape #snape #pro snape #commission

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houseofsnarry · 1 year ago

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💚 HoS Mods Recs ❤️

Cause, why not? photo source

Summer is coming to an end, and autumn will be here soon. Seasons change, years pass us by, but Snarry is here to stay. The following brought us some joy and hopefully it'll bring you guys some joy, too.

Art

🎨 @ofnightsndsongs - Spicy Polaroids Rated E

🎨 @flymetosnarryland - Muggle London Rated E

🎨 @ac1d6urn - The Bravest Man Rated T

🎨 @danipantsu - Tailormade Rated G

Podfic

🎙️Things We Wish For by @avioleta (AO3) Podfic by JocundaSykes Rated E, 2 hours

Harry blinks. Blinks again. It doesn’t make sense. It’s simply not possible. But yet… “Snape?” It’s not the Snape Harry knows or remembers. Not the Snape Harry grieved. But he would know that face, that profile, those eyes anywhere. “What happened?” he manages. “How are you here?”

🎙️ World Enough, and Time by @likelightinglass (AO3) - a Podfic Podfic by Cailynwrites Rated T, 40 minutes

Soulmate clocks start ticking when you first lock eyes, and count down until your time with them is over. Harry’s starts ticking on September 1st, 1991. He has only six years, eight months, and one day.

Fic + Art

🌸 The Curse of Anteros - @danpuff-ao3 (AO3) / @mrviran (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 53k

When Harry is cursed, he seeks out Severus Snape. They have a long history behind them, after all, and they've always had so much between them. Who else would he go to?

🌸 A Step into the Light - @givereadersahug (AO3) / @gullibert (AO3) / @dandelionstars (AO3) Rated NR, Word Count 10k

Severus Snape is now a free man. He fills his time travelling the world, collecting potion ingredients, and helping Luna with her business. The thing is, Severus has a gift. No, not potions or the Dark arts. He can see mushi, creatures that show up from time to time. Severus knows how to help them and the humans that come into contact with them. This time, their travels take them to an island off the coast of Japan, to a man sitting on a log, staring out into the ocean and waiting for his wife to return home. Inspired by the anime Mushishi. A retelling of Season 1, Episode 8. For the Snape Bang 2022.

🌸 The Ugliest Veela - Octroman Rated E, Word Count 60k

Snape is part-veela. It is interfering with his dating life. Post-war, Severus Snape finds himself in a life without purpose. In a desperate bid for the family he always wanted, he subjugates himself to a matchmaking service in hopes to find an acceptable partner. However, it is mandatory to disclose veela status in order to use the premiere matchmaker of the old family houses. Wrinkled, sallow, oily, big-nosed, and bony, Severus shows up for a string of horrific dates where potential partners expect him to be both gorgeous and enchanting. “I thought veelas were supposed to be beautiful!” Cue the jokes. How much humiliation can Severus stand? --------------------------------------- Illustrated chapter titles and crafted with love.

Fic

📚 A Series of Events - @babygray (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 67k

In January, the impossible occurred. It took Severus until April to realize just what that was, and to believe. Snarry Mpreg, takes place during Half-Blood Prince.

📚 A Trick of the Mind - @vulnerasanenturmyprince (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 40k

Ever since the horcrux in his head is gone, Legilimency comes easy to Harry. It’s nearly laughable how easy it is, considering how much he used to struggle with it back in his fifth year. But he reckons half of that had been Snape’s fault anyway. Who on earth would enjoy the nasty git invading their mind? But as life as Harry has known it changes, Harry’s opinion on the matter changes with it ― rather drastically so if he’s being perfectly honest.

📚 Blowing Smoke - DawnOfTomorrow Rated E, Word Count 231k

Harry doesn't care about Snape beyond having to sit detentions with the man despite being of age. He doesn't. He asks him out for a drink just to get out of detention. So what if it's... nice? So what if they become friends? So what if Snape *is* lonely? It's not Harry's problem - at least not until he realises he's accidentally befriended the man, and just how much he cares for Snape. Well, shit.

📚 Close Encounters - @bleedcolor (AO3) & @likelightinglass (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 35k

Years after the war, Harry Potter and Severus Snape meet and fall in lust, then love. Too bad they don’t know who they’ve fallen for.

📚 Curatio - @serenaew (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 12k

curatio, onis, f noun 1. healing/curing 2. object of care 3. treatment, surgical operation, medical care

At the foot of the Whomping Willow, there lay an injured kingfisher. Now with moodboard (chapter 2)!

📚 Date In A Dash - @silvereye5 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 16k

Harry and Severus accidentally attend the same speed dating event.

📚 Fuck, Marry, Kill - @titconao3 (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 13.2k

After the war, Harry Potter and Severus Snape, er, fuck sometimes. You know, it just happens; it's one of these things. They're not in a relationship, right? They're not like that. ...Until they are, but only one of them can see it.

📚 Gold Like Ichor, Gold Like Magic - @dandelionstars (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 26k

Seven years after Harry James Potter was left unceremoniously on the doorstep to Number Four, Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley was offered a promotion and the whole family had to move to Cokeworth, England. While Dudley is off terrorizing the local children, Harry spends his days in the school library and finds a fast friend in Ms. Eileen Prince. From Cokeworth to Hogwarts and back again, this is a story about the friendship, the magic, and the love that can be found in the unlikeliest of places, if only one bothers to look.

📚 Hawthorn Branches in Spring - zalil Rated T, Word Count 37.5k

Harry returns to Hogwarts to finish school properly and sit for his NEWTs. He doesn't expect Snape to be back teaching, nor their old animosity to resurface. When it is pointed out to him that he is responsible for it, he sets out to change their relationship for the better. The results have more of an impact on him than he expected.

📚 Little Monkeys - Lilian Rated T, Word Count 15.7k

"There might be a chance that maybe, perhaps, Severus went too far this whole ‘exile far away from the Wizarding World’ thing. Because however he tries to frame it, it comes down to this: after nine years of being completely alone, the first time he stays with another person, he’s plotting to steal said person’s children."

📚 Loose Ends - @arrisha-ao3 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 9.8k

I love you, Severus wants to say. But the timing is never right.

📚 Lovers Reunited - Now with a special buff! - @hereiamwithmyninjaclan (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 10k

MMORPGs are a fun way to pass the time and spend time with your friends- and hey, Harry might just find true love along the way. Beta'd by the lovely @silverdrip

📚 Not Giving In - @hippocrates460 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 38.7k

Harry comes back from his holiday to a stack of memos on his desk that all say the same thing: "Severus Snape adopted Teddy Lupin." Snape. No one has seen him since the war trials ended, no one knows where he lives, no one knows why he took Teddy. And what happened to Andromeda? Harry is determined to be a good godfather and sort it all out. Even if it means dealing with Snape. Title from Better Son/Daughter, because Nanette.

📚 Professional Strippers - @coconutice22 (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 6k

At Uncle Vernon’s funeral, Aunt Petunia asks Harry for a favour.

📚 Snowed in with Severus - @maraudersaffair (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 32.5k

In eighth year, Harry decides to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. He sets out to spend the time with Professor Snape, but after a magical accident, they find themselves stranded alone in a snowy cabin with no way out and only one bed.

📚 Sudden Light - @liladiurne (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 48k

Seven years after the war, in the dead of winter, Severus Snape meets a beautiful stranger on a train. Inevitably, he falls in love. Inspired by D.G. Rossetti and Paul Celan and based on the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

📚 The Beating of This Fragile Heart - @writcraft (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 33k

After the war, the last thing Severus Snape needs is the memory of a fleeting wartime kiss and a very persistent Harry Potter thwarting his plans to live a peaceful and solitary life. It’s only when Harry’s life is endangered that Severus is finally forced to confront his feelings head on.

📚 the Boy Who Lubed - @swoontodeath (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 7k

Desperate to pass his N.E.W.T. in Potions, Harry Potter joins a secretive Discord server run by a Potioneering expert known only as the Half-Blood Prince. What will happen when Severus Snape, full-time Potions Professor and part-time Discord mod, realises that the newest addition to his server is none other than his least favourite student?

📚 The Half-Blood and the Prince - @tax-onomic (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 6.5k

“It’s just a book, Harry.” “Okay. Thanks.” “But… you’ve got a crush on a book, mate. That’s a bit much. You need a girlfriend.” She tapped the name on the first page thoughtfully. “Or perhaps a boyfriend?”

📚 The Measure of a Man - @ac1d6urn (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 50k

Several years after defeating Voldemort, Junior Auror Harry Potter discovers himself and, at the risk of losing his childhood love, follows the truth. Through it all, Snape is an unexpected solace. Will he become more?

📚 The Want of You - @fleetingdesires (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7.3k

On his night off, Severus unexpectedly realises that Harry has grown into quite an attractive man. He's just not going to think too hard about it. No, he's not going to think about him at all. It's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine.

📚 Thirteen and a half inches - @loneamaryllis (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 8.3k

The Marauder's Map shows a number above some people's head. Harrie investigates what it means.

📚 You Were Myth-Taken - @hokee101 (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 23.8k

When vampire attacks hit Hogsmeade, Severus Snape is the prime suspect. With Harry and Albus not taking these accusations seriously and the students threatening to expose him at every turn, this term was going to be just fangtastic.

Discord || Recs Lists

#house of snarry #snarry #snarry fanfiction #severus x harry #harry x severus #snarry fanfic #snarry fanart #pro snape #snarry rec list #snarry recs #snarry podfic #house of snarry rec lists #Severus snape #harry James potter

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fanficshiddles · 1 year ago

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 2

Loki stared at Claire’s outstretched hand as if it was going to bite him.

When he noticed she was looking at him as if he had three heads, he snapped out of it and coughed as he took her much smaller hand. ‘Yes, Miss Mason. Nice to meet you.’ He sounded a little strained, but managed to smile at her.

‘Please, call me Claire.’

Loki rushed over to his desk and placed his bag down next to his chair, he pressed his forearm against his nose to take in a few deep breaths without her scent flooding his nostrils. She followed him to his desk though, which didn’t help.

His sharp fangs were trying to emerge, but he bit down on his forearm to hurt himself enough to focus. The sting of the pain knocked him back to his senses slightly. However, he realised to his horror that his fangs weren’t the only body part trying to emerge.

Claire just smelled unbelievable, he had never come across a human that smelled as irresistible as she did, without any of her blood even exposed in the air. Plus, being a beautiful woman really didn’t help Loki's situation. He didn’t know if he wanted to feed from her or fuck her into next week… or both.

Desperately wanting to remain professional, he focused on just breathing through his mouth as he straightened himself up and turned around to face her.

‘Are you ok, Mr Laufeyson?’ Claire asked, slightly concerned with his odd behaviour.

‘Yes, fine… and just call me Loki.’ He smiled at her kindly.

Whilst Claire found his actions to be slightly… odd, she certainly didn’t expect him to be so damn hot, focusing properly on her job with him around wasn't going to be an easy task.

‘Well, what would you like me to do first?’ She asked.

‘If you could put one of these books onto each desk that would be great, please.’ Loki motioned to said books that were sitting in a neat pile at the edge of his desk.

The whole classroom was neat and tidy, with numerous thick history books lined up on a book shelf that took up the entire wall space at the back of the room. Posters of important historical people lined the side walls. Of course, at the front of the class sat Loki’s desk and behind him hung a large chalkboard on the wall. Loki had been offered a fancy new monitor instead a few years ago, but he refused. He preferred the older, more traditional methods of teaching.

‘Sure thing.’ Claire said chirpily and rushed off to do what he’d asked.

‘I’ve forgotten something in the teacher’s lounge… I’ll be back in a few minutes.’ Loki rushed out of the classroom before waiting for a response.

He hastily made his way down the corridor, dodging students that had already started to arrive, no doubt early to take advantage of the big breakfast in the cafeteria before their first class. A few of the teens he knew from previous years greeted him on his way by, he gave curt nods in response.

Loki skidded to a halt outside the chemistry class, but glancing in, he found the room empty.

‘Damn it.’ He hissed, then continued on further down the corridor to the chemistry store cupboard. He had never been so relieved to find the chemistry teacher there, gathering supplies.

‘Severus!’

Severus turned slowly to face Loki. ‘What’s troubling you?’ He asked as his judging eyes flitted up and down Loki, noting his slightly flustered state.

‘When you first met your human girlfriend, did you struggle to contain your urges around her?’ Loki blurted out.

Severus raised an eyebrow and glanced along the corridor to make sure no one was within earshot.

‘Perhaps. Why?’

Loki ran a hand down his face. ‘My assistant… she’s human, but she smells…’

‘Intoxicating? Simply so mouth-watering that you don’t know how you will control yourself around her without taking a bite?’ Severus asked.

Loki’s eyes widened a bit. ‘Yes… so you’ve experienced this yourself?’

‘I have.’ Severus nodded.

‘What do you do to contain yourself?’

‘I don’t.’ Severus said simply as he continued gathering what he needed for his first class.

‘Wait, what? What do you mean you don’t? She knows you’re a vampire?’

‘She does.’

Loki clenched his jaw. Getting information out of Severus could be like pulling teeth sometimes. ‘Come on, Severus. Please. I need help here, I’ve never had an issue like this before with a human.’

Severus turned to face him again and shrugged slowly. ‘I have never had to control my urges around her. It is said that when a vampire meets their soulmate, they will struggle to control themselves around them. Although, I have heard that vaseline around your nostrils might help with the smell issue.’

‘Vaseline… for crying out loud.’ Loki pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.’ Severus held out a small tub of vaseline towards Loki with the slightest hint of a smirk tugging on his lips.

Loki grumbled, but he took the tub from Severus and sulked back to his classroom. On the way there, he ducked into an empty room and applied some of the vaseline around his nostrils. It did have a smell to it, but it wasn’t overly strong, making him doubt whether it would actually work.

When he got back to his classroom, he was surprised yet relieved to find that while he could still smell her, it was dampened down a lot more and he could handle that. The vaseline caught a lot of her scent particles before it got fully into his nostrils.

‘So, what brings you to Demsdale?’ Loki asked Claire when she finished putting a book on each desk.

‘Well, this job.’ Claire laughed as she went back towards him and stopped by his desk. He was rather glad she stayed at the other side of it while he sat down and started taking out papers. ‘I had the option of here or somewhere more local.’

‘What made you pick here?’ Loki asked curiously.

Claire shrugged. ‘I wanted to get away, see somewhere new. Plus, I was kind of curious about the blood river.’ She said honestly.

Loki kept calm as he looked up at her. ‘Oh, really? What’s to be curious of about the river?’

Claire folded her arms over her chest. ‘Living here and being a history teacher, I know you’ll know all about the rumours. I saw it red last night, but absolutely fine this morning. Surely, you’ve seen it for yourself too?’

Loki paused for a second before answering her. ‘I have. There will be a reasonable explanation for it, of course.’ He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. ‘Probably a farmer spilling chemicals or some kids being stupid.’

‘Well, that’s what I thought too. But I followed the river up through the park into the trees and came to a big barbed wire fence blocking the way.’

Loki’s head shot up again, eyes wide. ‘You went into the forest?’ He asked, his tone slightly panicked.

Claire frowned. ‘Yeah… just a little bit, to try and see if there was anything obvious that might be causing the water to turn that colour.’

‘Do you know how dangerous that was? Especially in the dark and on that night of all nights.’ Loki stood up abruptly, but caught himself from going closer to her.

Claire was slightly taken aback at his reaction. ‘Yeah… I probably shouldn’t have, but apart from a bunch of bats making me jump, there was no one else there. What do you mean by of all nights?’

Loki sheepishly sat down again and took a few deep breaths to compose himself. But the thought of her going in there, so close to that place... it worried him deeply.

‘Just… that because of the river turning red and all, it attracts all kind of people. Redbridge isn’t exactly the safest of places to be on your own in the dark, especially on the night with lots of people going about to see the river.’

‘I guess so… well, I’m fine. I’m still here to tell the tale.’ Claire felt warmed that he seemed so concerned about her safety, considering they’d just met five minutes ago.

‘Yes… indeed. Just be careful, especially around there. Do you live locally?’

‘Yeah, just a ten-minute walk from here. Next to the library.’ Claire smiled.

Loki nodded. That was good at least, it was in the opposite direction of the bridge from the school, and just outside of Redbridge, in a slightly safer area.

‘So, bats spooked you, huh?’ Loki asked as he began twirling a red pen around his fingers.

Claire laughed and rubbed the back of her head. ‘Yeah, I’ve never seen so many at once actually. Was pretty cool to see once I got over the initial scare. Anyway, enough about my night, how long have you been a teacher?’

Loki put the pen down. ‘Twenty-one years.’

‘Wow, you must’ve started teaching young? Or you’re just very blessed in looking younger than you are?’ Claire asked with a smirk.

Loki chuckled. ‘Bit of both.’

Students began pouring into Loki’s class, all of them chattering excitedly as they took their seats.

‘Settle down everyone.’ Loki barked over the class. ‘I hope you all had a nice holiday, but now it’s time to buckle down and get to work.’

Claire watched in silence from the side at first, just to see how Loki taught and to get a feel for it all. Loki introduced her to the class, and told everyone to treat her with the same amount of respect as they would himself and the rest of the teachers, which she thought was nice of him. She had been worried that she would end up with a teacher that just regarded her as the help more than anything. By the end of the day though, she knew she had found a good one.

‘Thank you for today, Claire. It’s been nice working with you, and I’m looking forward to the year ahead.’ Loki said charmingly as he put his hand out towards her.

‘Thank you, Loki. Me too. And I really appreciate this job.’ She smiled up at him and shook his hand.

Loki was glad he’d applied more vaseline not too long ago. Even though touching her hand again had been bad enough, he could sense the rich blood pumping through her veins and it took all the strength within him to refrain from drooling.

‘Nice to see you’re both getting along well.’ A dark voice purred from the doorway.

Loki tensed up immediately and he instinctively stepped slightly on front of Claire, glaring over at Chris. Then he suddenly remembered where they were and that he had only just met this human mere hours ago, so he backed down slightly, but still remained right next to her, tensed up.

Chris noticed Loki’s reaction and smirked a little as he took a couple of steps into the classroom.

‘It’s Claire Mason, isn’t it?’ Chris asked as he closed the distance between them and put his hand out towards her.

‘Yes! You’re the headmaster, right?’ Claire asked as she shook his hand. She began to wonder if there was going to be a pattern with all the teachers being tall and handsome. Two so far was not bad.

Chris brought her hand up to his lips and he kissed the back of it gently, making her skin tingle… though that delightful feeling wasn’t to last for long, as she felt a little shiver of danger run down her spine, something she couldn’t really put her finger on though.

The headmaster also sniffed her skin at the same time, though she never noticed. Loki did notice, of course. His jaw clenched and it took everything in him to remain calm and civil.

‘I am indeed. Call me Chris. If there’s any problems or anything you need at all, please don’t hesitate to come to me. My door is always open.’ He said with a big toothy grin as he released her hand.

‘I will, thank you. And thank you for giving me this opportunity.’ Claire blushed a little from the way he had greeted her.

‘You’re very welcome. I’m sure you will be a wonderful asset to our school.’ Chris began slowly backing up, he looked at Loki with a very sly smirk, then he turned and left the room.

Loki’s shoulders sagged as soon as Chris disappeared. He forced on a smile and turned back to Claire. ‘He’s often pretty busy, so I hope you’d feel comfortable enough to come to me with any issues.’

‘I will. Thank you, Loki. Is there anything you need me to get ready for tomorrow’s first class? I can come in earlier to get set up.’ She offered.

‘No need at all. I’ll see you at the same time.’

‘Alright, see you tomorrow.’ Claire grabbed her jacket and bag, then with one last smile at Loki, she headed out.

Loki leaned against his desk and let out a big sigh as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt.

‘How did it go?’

Loki jumped, he looked over to see Severus stood in the doorway. ‘How the hell do you do that?’

‘Do what?’ Severus asked and slowly entered the room.

‘Sneak up on me like that. I’m supposed to have good hearing, but I can never hear you coming.’ Loki grumbled as he tugged at his shirt to fan himself a little.

Severus just smirked. ‘You’re avoiding my question.’

Loki sighed and wiped his brow. ‘It went… ok. The vaseline actually helped, so thanks for that.’ Loki held out the tub towards him, Severus noticed nearly half of it was already gone in just one day.

‘You keep it. I think you’re going to need it, and a lot more, if she’s to be with us for a few years.’

‘Fuck.’ Loki put his hand over his face for a moment. ‘I need to speak to my father, see if he has any tips. I won’t be able to cope long like this.’

‘It gets easier… well, it did for me. Once I got what I craved, it eased. For a while, anyway.’

‘So… do you feed off your girl?’ Loki asked, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer or not.

‘Occasionally. I try not to too much, because I don’t want to make her ill or lethargic.’

‘Well, Claire just smells so good… but she’s not mine, so I can’t just take a bite of her whenever I want. I need to get this urge under control.’

‘Maybe you should go hunting, it might take a little of the frustration out.’ Severus suggested.

‘No. I am not like that and you know it.’ Loki snapped.

Severus shrugged. ‘It was just a suggestion. I know you don’t like to feed off humans without permission, but if you give them the endorphin release then they don’t even feel it.’

‘It’s still doing something to their body without consent.’ Loki said firmly.

‘Alright. Suffer for the next two years with your little tub of vaseline.’ Severus chuckled as he left the room.

Loki flexed his fingers out and balled them into fists a few times. There was no way he was going to revert to his natural instincts like that, he would find a way through this, the right way.

#loki #loki x ofc #vampire Loki #the redbridge hunts #Loki fic #severus snape #chris motionless

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