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Severitus Big Bang reveals! Very glad to be assigned to @chemfreakwriting 's fic, it's absolutely brilliant! With all the angst and fluff, I just want to hug little Harry. Huge thanks to @severitus-big-bang mods for the wonderful fest!

[wolf-in-a-suit]

The small Things

These are some of my headcanons for @happy-snape-week. 

@brewing-snapefest

Our esteemed potion master is a very private Person. While on my internship for the Daily Prophet I learned a few tricks from Rita Skeeter and so was able to bring you this report of Hogwarts most feared teacher’ s interactions:

⦁ Every Thursday evening there is a teacher meeting. All attribute Snape's sour mood on Friday to the fact that he had to suffer his colleagues presence. Only Minerva McGonagall knows that our dear potions master is suffering from a nasty hangover. The two of them have a ritual of drinking a glass of wine, or something stronger, after these meetings- usually a glass turns into quite a few. To this day Snape is mystified how the far smaller woman is able to hold her liquor better than him.

Hogwarts inhabitants often scratch their head at some interactions between the pair on Friday mornings. A very untypical cheerful greeting, from the otherwise so stoic witch, is often witnessed by students passing the teachers table at breakfast: "What a wonderful morning this is, don't you agree Severus!?"; or "Why do you look so glum today, my dear colleague?" are not uncommon to be heard.

This far to bright- and loud- mocking tone is often answered by an incomprehensible grumbling of Snape into his cup of coffee - he is clutching on to for dear life.

⦁ All the Slytherin's transgressions, while not punished by their head of house, is collected by Snape as ammunition against their annoying parents:

The most satisfactory use is interrupting Lucius Malfoy's monologues about the Malfoy's inherited elegance and intellect in Deatheater meetings. "Indeed, your son's exploding cauldron and his resulting boil covered face was a true enrichment of my lesson."

To this day Wormtail could have sworn he saw a quick mischievous grin pass over the dark lord's face at that particular exchange. It was disturbing.

⦁ You can always trust for Madam Pomfrey to fuss over Snape's health:

"Severus I swear to you: I'll force dinner down your throat personally if you don't start to attend meals regularly!" , "Severus you need to get out of that dungeon and see some sunlight! I almost mistook you for a ghost."

To everyone's surprise: There comes no angry retort or scathing remark from the bat of the dungeons, simply an annoyed growl- also one usually finds Severus attending meals more frequently after a tongue lashing by the mediwitch.

Snape will deny to his dying day that the annoyance at the woman's scolding is always mixed with a somewhat warm feeling spreading in his chest.

⦁ The Slytherin's head of house enjoys the sound of rain. On a stormy day he can be found in the owlery, abandoned from every sane student in this weather, peering over the grounds and listening to the relaxing drizzle of water hitting the ancient stone of the castle walls.

⦁ In the 'year of hell'-not named like this due to the Basilisk's rampage- as Lockhart was searching for a dueling partner, for his defense club, he asked Flitwick for advice. Flitwick's expertise in dueling was well-known- sadly the hero did not want to challenge a person older than himself: Otherwise, he would have of course loved to face him! The old Ravenclaw confined in Gilderoy, with a traitorous glint in his small eyes, that he considered Severus to be sometimes a little clumsy while dueling.

It was the first year Flitwick received a christmas present from Snape, attached with a letter reading: Some opportunities are hard to come by. Thank you for providing me with this one.

The year of hell marked the beginning of their Christmas gift exchange, as well as a monthly dueling practice. Sometimes McGonagall joins their 'infantile' measuring contest. More often than not the smallest wizard comes out on top, while the other two seem to be rather evenly matched- much to their ire and Flitwick's glee.

Their annoyance over a dueling-draw is known to enhance their annual quidditch competition- much to the horror of their students, except for Oliver Wood who thinks it motivates his team - it does not.

The other teachers are rather amused by their snark until questioned which team they are favoring. Obviously, Gryffindor or Slytherin are a bad response, but woe to the poor soul answering Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff: This results in both teachers bonding over the common enemy and voicing each weakness in the other house's teams.

⦁ There are certain rare plants, expensive potions ingredients, found only in the forbidden forest. Some mornings Severus finds a batch of them lying on his classroom table. On the other side of the grounds Hagrid is sometimes greeted by a bottle of Bourbon or a pepper up potion, in the cold weather, standing on his door step.

The two men have never exchanged a word over this: Passing nods is all they need to understand the other.

⦁ Professor Sprout is not surprised when in the middle of working on her plants she becomes aware of her fellow teacher striding through the Greenhouse. Snape once admitted that the ambiance helps him focus on certain problems. Although, the older woman catches him peering over her shoulder more frequently these days, she suspects even the personified student's nightmare enjoys calm companionship: Resulting in the seemingly 'increased rate of problems' the man claims to have nowadays.

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Writing Prompts:

Snape lives and has to work out how to fit into life post-war

Snape reacts to Death Eaters torturing/ killing someone he likes OR Snape prevents the torture/killing of said person.

One student looks into her potion masters eyes and finds she can read his thoughts, he finds out.

Severus’ feelings about/emotional response to the deaths of Dumbledore and Charity Burbage.

The dark arts are addictive. Snape is an addict.

Snape can’t get a job post-Hogwarts graduation (no recommendation from Slughorn, anti-Slytherin bias, Marauders got him blacklisted, or some other reason).

Snape leaves the Death Eaters for a reason other than saving the Potters, but hides this fact from Dumbledore.

Snape was blind, mute, and deaf after the war (due to Nagini’s venom). He stayed in the special ward of the St. Mungo’s and not many people had accessed to the place. His only visitor was a healer who did not bother to interact with him at all. Then, a young volunteer who participated in the new program of St. Mungo’s came. She was interested in his case and tried to interact with the man.

Spell creation is a rare skill. Someone finds out Severus can do it.

Dumbledore takes Severus’s side after the Shrieking Shack “prank.”

Snape actually is a vampire. No one knows.

AU where Harry does something awful to Snape in retaliation for killing Dumbledore, and then has to deal with the later realization that Snape was on his side (Snape can be alive or dead at that point). Preferably not with a “warm and fuzzy / was only being nasty as part of his cover” Snape.

Snape takes on a lover to relieve stress during his brief time as headmaster. Perhaps he had resigned himself to likely dying in the war ahead, but after a period of time with this person he realizes he may actually want to live. He fights harder/learns to love someone besides Lily/makes greater sacrifices/etc.

Severus and Lily are next door neighbors and meet at a much earlier age than canon

Professor Snape gives private tuition to students from 4 different Houses who struggles with Potions

Drawing Prompts:

Severitus: Severus holding Harry as a baby with Lily hugging him looking adoringly up at him.

Snape at quidditch.

Snape’s workstation with things he might leave around

Young Severus Snape, modeled after actor, Adam Driver.  

Snape’s hands reaching/ entwined

Cat ear snape. Flattened ears. Puffed hair in stress. Hissing lots of cuteness.

Snape has to look after a deaged Albus.

Severus and his glittering smokey eyes.

Young severus teaches himself how to ride a bicycle.

Snape + Phantom of the Opera.

Snape either as a student or adult practicing Wiccan Magick .

Snape’s wife coming home late and crawling into bed next to him exhausted and he makes sure that she’s ok has eaten and not hurt and helps her fall asleep. Spooning ensues.

Severus mentors Ron.

Severus and Petunia start dating secretly at the age of 15 and 17.  

A serious duel with Severus.

[sleeplesspensieve]

Dumbledore’s Death

Word Count: 574

Content Warnings: Mention of death, pain, injury

Writing Prompt: Severus’ feelings about/emotional response to the deaths of Dumbledore and Charity Burbage.

Severus staggered slightly as he apparated to the outskirts of the Malfoy Manor. Pain was searing through his arms, freshly cut from a Hippogriff’s claws only moments ago as he left the grounds of Hogwarts for possibly the last time. Maybe Draco wasn’t being overly dramatic when he was attacked by the same creature a few years ago.

Severus walked forward, following the figures of the other Death Eaters that had been with him moments ago. The past hour seemed so surreal, almost as though the past few hours had been a dream but the stinging he felt as the cold night air hit his exposed wounds grounded him.

The pain made him feel alive, it made him appreciate each breath he was allowed to take. As he made his way to the Mansion that stood ahead of him he allowed his thoughts drift and process the events that had occurred before he had to shut out those feelings.

“Severus…”

Albus’ voice was begging, his blue eyes bore deeply into Severus’ as though he was staring into his soul. Those eyes urged him to perform the task he had agreed to do. His expression turned to one of revulsion and hatred as his mind spurred onto his memories; memories that would help drive him to kill his old friend and mentor.

He thought of the things he had to witness as he returned to the Dark Lord’s side. Innocent people tortured and captives murdered for the advancement of the Dark Lord’s agenda. He felt anger stir within him as he thought of Albus’ plans for Harry, for Lily’s son to die at the hands of Lord Voldemort for the greater good of the wizarding world.

Lily. Lily Evans.

The woman whose life he trusted to two of the greatest wizards in history. Both had failed him. He allowed himself to feel that anger stemming from betrayal.

“Severus… please…”

“Avada Kedavra!”

The curse hit the great wizard square in the chest, the force of the spell pushed him backwards off of the Astronomy Tower. Severus didn’t have time to dwell on the way the Headmaster’s body fell lifelessly as he ushered the Death Eaters out of the tower. As he grabbed Draco by the back of his robes, pulling the boy away from his grief which paralysed him, Severus was thankful that he didn’t have it in him. Draco didn’t need to carry that burden, to have his soul torn apart in that way.

Severus’ soul did not feel torn apart but he still felt grief. He wouldn’t be able to mourn his friend; he wouldn’t be at his funeral to see him laid to rest; he wouldn’t be able to shed tears to cope with the heaviness that crushed his chest.

Severus felt alone as he passed through the iron gates of the Malfoy Manor. He had no one to turn to, no one to understand, no one to guide him. He couldn’t fathom how he would be able to navigate the tumultuous waters alone but he knew he had to do it. He longed to repent for the crimes he had committed and to make amends for all the people he had failed along the way.

His feelings were pushed aside as he entered the Manor, his Occlumency ready to face the Dark Lord. Severus bowed in his presence as Lord Voldemort looked upon him proudly as he announced,

“I killed Albus Dumbledore.”

[snapeislife]

@brewing-snapefest this will be a very busy month for me and I really like how this turned out so I suppose I will enter it in the fest :)

Felt an urgent need to draw my boi so here he is. :)

[serosvit]

Severus Snape is fueled by spite and vodka in a fancy teacup. Cheers, my fellow dunderheads!

[felixfeliciswriterblog]

A Severitus conversation

Hello!

I hope I am not too late, @brewing-snapefest. I intended to write a short Snape one-shot, though my schedule impeded it. I still wanted to collaborate, so I figured I could share a Severitus excerpt. The scene belongs to my WIP, “It’s not that simple” which can be found on both, AO3 and FF.net. In this story, Harry has spent summer at Severus’s place. Hence, he sees Severus as a mentor/father figure. Note that Severus is married to the DADA teacher, Skyrah, my OC. Basically, this is how I imagine Severus would have reacted to Harry using ‘sectumsempra’ on Draco had Severus and Harry been close.

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The lavatory tiles were stained red with Draco’s blood.

Severus looked at Harry aghast – the longest seconds of his life. Only the Dursleys had looked at him like that. Perhaps Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have been right all along, he thought. Perhaps I am a freak, a hazard.

After chanting a counter-curse, Severus took Draco to the infirmary.

Moaning Myrtle bawled until he came back. With a simple command in that silky voice of his, the ghost swooped back into the toilet.

It was quiet, awfully quiet. The quietness bothered Harry. It made him reflect, and right then, he could only think about Draco bleeding out. He preferred Moaning Myrtle’s howls.

“Apparently, I underestimated you, Potter. Who would have thought you knew Dark Magic? Who taught you? Not me, and I highly doubt my wife teaches such spells in class.”

The way he uttered his surname added to the high disappointment in his black eyes – eyes that usually held pride when they were alone – sickened Harry. He didn’t even want to imagine how Skyrah would have looked at him if she had been there.

“I read about it.”

“Where?”

Harry could lie. It would be so easy now that he could occlude. In fact, he wouldn’t have hesitated to lie had his relationship with Severus not evolved. Keeping the truth from him would be a huge mistake though. He had turned him down once. He wouldn’t do it again on the same day.

“In my Potions book.”

Severus paled. “You are not referring to the book you bought with your friends in Diagon Alley. How did you get that other book?”

Harry swallowed hard and explained to him that Professor Slughorn offered one of his spare books when he forgot his own. The owner, the Half-Blood Prince, wrote potions and spells inscriptions that helped him brew perfectly. If he had known sectumsempra wasn’t harmless like langlock or levicorpus, he wouldn’t have used it. Now, he couldn’t even look Severus in the eye. At least, looking at the floor hid his blush.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Harry shrugged. “I wanted to impress you… I am good at Potions for the first time in forever. Thanks to the book, I can finally make you proud.”

Severus closed his eyes. That warm feeling he got when Harry mentioned he wanted to make him proud couldn’t distract him. Draco could have died because of a spell he had invented. The book was dangerous. He had to get rid of it.

Fluttering his eyes open, Severus ordered, “You will give me that book.”

Harry shot his head up, finally looking at Severus.

“What?! But then I'll fail Potions! The Half-Blood Prince has helped me immensely! I need good grades to become an auror!”

“I can help you just as much as the Half-Blood Prince, if not more.”

Harry snorted. “I’ve been your student for years and I’ve never got outstanding grades until now.”

“Because you never paid attention,” he sneered. “You will give me the book and you will have detention with me. You should be thankful you won’t be expelled.”

Harry shook his head. “I will spend every weekend until summer break in detention if I must; I won’t even get mad about missing Quidditch, but don’t take the book away from me. Please.”

“Dammit, Harry! This book is pernicious! Don’t you see?! You nearly killed a student!”

“But I need the Half-Blood Prince’s help!”

“I am the Half-Blood Prince!” he blew up, restraining the impulse to shake the boy. “It's I who noted down different ways to brew potions! It's I who invented those bloody spells!”

Green eyes grew wide. Severus was the Half-Blood Prince? Severus had been helping him all this time and he hadn’t even thought of the possibility. But the more Harry thought about it, the more sense it made. Severus wouldn’t lie to him.

“Get the book and give it back to me before anybody else gets injured. I’ll be in my chambers. Detention will start tomorrow.”

Severus made to leave, his cloak waving to the beat of his steps.

“Wait! Don’t tell Skyrah! I don’t want her to look at me the way you did before!”

“I keep nothing from my wife,” he uttered slowly, turning his face to Harry but showing his back. “She will know.”

“Then let me be the one to tell her!”

Harry was on the verge of tears. Severus hated bringing tears to those eyes. He had ever since he found out Privet Drive was hell on Earth. Overcoming the urge to look away, he gave the boy a nod.

“Sectumsempra is for the enemies. You invented it to defend yourself against my father and his friends, didn’t you? Did you use it on them?”

“I promised myself I would not use that curse unless I feared for my life. I broke that promise when I became a Death Eater right after graduating, not before. That does not mean I never hexed or jinxed them. I did. Several times.”

By the tone of his voice, he might regret using the sectumsempra curse, but not hexing and jinxing his father and his friends. After witnessing the harassment Severus had been subjected to because of them, Harry didn’t blame him.

“Did you really fear for your life to the point you created the spell? So my father went as far as–”

“That one time I feared for my life, it wasn’t because of him,” he cut Harry off, finally turning around to face him.

“Was it Sirius? Is that why you hated him? Pettigrew, maybe?”

Severus didn’t provide an answer. Last time Harry had discovered something bad about his father, he had become truly upset. Finding out his godfather had pranked him to his death wouldn’t produce a different outcome. Cursing Draco was enough drama for the week. He wouldn’t add Sirius to the equation. Harry was as pigheaded as Lily though. He wouldn’t give up so easily.

“I know you are highly disappointed in me, but I still love you, and I want to know.”

He had taken after Lily’s persuading skills, too, for Severus found himself mumbling, “It occurred during a full moon night.”

Granted, the information was not detailed, but Harry wasn’t a fool. He had an idea of what could have happened.

“Remus attacked you in his werewolf form, didn’t he? But you still protected me and my friends during that night. That must be one of your bravest acts. Thank you.”

Harry took one step forward and opened his arms as if he wanted to hug him. His arms hung limp at his sides when he remembered the reason they were in the lavatory. Severus wished he had gone ahead anyway.

“We already discussed that, Harry. You needn’t thank me. We shouldn’t be talking about this. You should be with that book in your hands.”

So he looked for it.

[humanveil]

Wow, did you see on Snapefest on LJ somebody was inspired by you?! That’s pretty rad. Just thought it was cool and that I’d let you know if you didn’t see it yourself.

hey!! i hadn’t seen (i’d planned on catching up with the fest this weekend since i’m on there with another pen name) so thanks for letting me know!! that makes me 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[obviously-best-potions-master]

Walking in the Snow

Chapter 38

Word count: 1255

Professor Snape and you agreed to meet at the gate an hour after breakfast. You couldn’t wait for this moment to come, and no Potion of patience would help you.

You put your coat on and walked to the gate. Professor was already waiting for you, trampling patterns in the snow. He was wearing a black coat and a scarf, which you presented him last year. You couldn't help smiling, when you saw him. He noticed you, and his face lit up with a cheerful smile as well.

You slowly walked to the lake along the forest. The weather was frosty. Rare snowflakes fell quietly to the ground. The forest seemed fabulous. Everything inside of you was fluttering at the beautiful view.

Snape also enjoyed the view, but the most he clearly enjoyed your company. Each step beside you was a pleasure for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so peaceful.

Snape walked confidently, but your feet slid on the snow over and over again. When you slipped and twitched, trying to keep your balance, Snape grabbed your arm and thus saved you from a painful fall.

“Sorry!” You laughed.

“Hold on to me.” He bent his arm at the elbow and allowed you to grip on it.

Your legs were constantly sliding in different directions, which incredibly amused you. Snape constantly strained his arm, pressing your hand to his body, preventing you from falling. He enjoyed it so much.

The forest was quiet. No sound could be heard but the snow creaking under two pairs of shoes. You walked silently, admiring the nature. You held Professor's arm, clasping it tightly with the two of yours. Your face was right next to his shoulder. Without looking at your feet, you shamelessly examined his proud profile, which was now so close. His cheeks and nose got slightly red on the frost, and several snowflakes stuck in his hair.

“Let's go there?” Having noticed a large glade with a few fir trees, covered with snow, you pulled your Professor off the path into the forest.

You so touchingly rejoiced the snow, looking so childishly happy, that Snape himself felt rapturous uplift in his soul. You let go of his arm and ran through the snowdrifts to the center of the glade. He followed you with a smile.

You stopped and raised your head up to the sky. You stood, with your eyes closed, letting snowflakes fall on your face. Snape was watching you with admiration. He came closer. Your hair was disheveled under the scarf that you wore on your head, and the blush on your cheeks gave your face a mischievous expression. Your eyes were shining with happiness. You were so beautiful.

“It’s so wonderful here!” You sighed dreamily.

Snape smiled sweetly. The only thing he wanted, that you were happy.

Suddenly you felt an unbearable desire to have some fun. You slowly walked around your Professor and, while he leisurely turned to face you, you crouched abruptly, grabbed a handful of snow in your palm, making a snowball, and threw it in Snape’s back. Without waiting for his answer, you bent over again for the next snowball, and it met his shoulder.

Snape swiftly grabbed some snow and attacked you. You tried to dodge, but failed miserably: there was a large white mark on your hip. While you leaned over to make another snowball, Professor hit your back twice. Laughing, you tried to run away from him, but he ran after you and attacked you with a few more snowballs. You were shooting him back on the move, but the advantage was on his side (as in everything). You laughed and screamed happily, ran away from each other and hid behind the rare firs, until you got exhausted.

Being too tired to aim, you threw snowballs randomly, but Snape always hit his target.

Suddenly you turned around, and he accidentally slapped snow right into your face. Taken by surprise, you froze, lowered your head and tried to shake off the snow that stuck under your collar.

Snape rushed to you, tearing off his gloves and throwing them on the ground.

“Forgive me! Please forgive me… I didn’t want to…” He repeated frightened, cursing himself for his clumsiness.

He started wiping the snow off your face with an extremely concerned look. You laughed happily and gripped his wrists, so that he was forced to leave his palms on your cheeks.

“It's all right, Severus!” You giggled. “Everything is fine!”

He gently stroked your jaws with his thumbs, delicately freeing his hands, took off his scarf and wiped the rest of the snow from your face with it. He felt so terribly ashamed.

You took his scarf from his hands and carefully wrapped it back around his neck.

“Don’t worry, Sev!” You reassured him with a kind smile. “It's just a game! We had a great time, didn’t we?" Your eyes sparkled with delight.

He smiled apologetically and nodded.

“I didn't want to…” He whispered. “I’m so sorry…”

You picked up his gloves, shaking the snow off, and handed them to him.

“If you continue apologizing, I will hit you with another snowball!” You warned jokingly.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow. “Did you just threaten me?”

You realized, that you were in trouble, and started off to hide behind the tree. But surely, you failed and felt a swat in your back. You fell on the snow and laid motionless... trying not to laugh.

Snape ran up to you again, and as soon as he leaned over you, you threw a handful of fluffy snow upwards, having covered his head with it. Taking advantage at his confusion, you pounced on him and pushed him on his back.

“I won!” You announced happily, bowing over him.

“Really?” His eyes flashed. He tumbled you down, pressing you to the ground with his body, and now you were the one to be defeated.

“Let’s call it a draw!” You laughed.

“No way!” Snape growled jokingly. “No half measures!”

He rolled off you and fell down on the snow.

You laid beside each other, looking at the sky and at the tops of the trees, taking time to catch your breath. You’ve already forgotten, when you’d had so much fun. Snape was sure, that this was the first time in his dark and bitter life.

He was the first one to stand up and, giving you his hand, he helped you to raise to your feet. With firm, confident movements, he started shaking snow off your coat. You did the same for him. Tired, you smiled broadly, dangling your arms weakly along your body.

Snape took your hand and led you to the road.

“Aren’t you cold?” He was worried about you.

You shook your head.

As soon as you stepped on the trodden path, you slipped again. Snape caught you and once again didn’t let you fall. He tightly wrapped his hand around your waist and pressed you to himself whenever your legs were trying to slide or get woven. You felt his firm grip and understood, that this man would protect you from all the horrors of this world, that you were completely safe in his caring arms.

Having reached the lake, you slowly walked around it, talking about everything. It was still snowing, and ice crystals glistened, shimmering in the light. Although you lived in a Wizarding world and knew firsthand about magic, you could swear, you’ve never faced magic like this.

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Their days continued to pass in much the same way, Severus stopping by the bookshop twice a week, and every once in a while they would get dinner and talk about books or Muggle things or, rarely, fond memories of their past. It was...different than Severus had ever known. This companionship. He found himself feeling lighter, looking forward to their dinners, reading Remus’s suggested books. --Excerpt from Coffee and Chocolate by katherine1753

An art for this soft and fluffy Snupin fic that I'm assigned to, by Katherine, for Snapebang 2020.

[marouart]

A Snape fanart I’d done for the brewing-snapefest! 🧪

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My Fanfic on FF.net and AO3 Raining outside? Don't feel like getting out of your Slytherin PJs? Then get a hot chocolate, or better still, a large glass of wine and sink yourself into this. Don't forget the tissues! It's a weepy. A tragic romance set against the backdrop of 1993/4 school year. Severus Snape and Charity Burbage are unlikely collaborators on a project to defend Hogwarts from the prying eyes of the MoM - no easy task when the school has escaped convicts, Dementors and werewolves to contend with. Try as they might to keep cool heads, Snape and Muggle-born Charity fall in love but their fate is doomed by her past and his future. In a desperate effort to save them, Snape takes drastic action. Romance / tragedy, canon-compliant, completed. +200k words What the Readers said: "This has been amazing - beautifully written, great world building. You really brought Charity Burbage to life." "This was absolutely heartbreaking!" "I love your story so much! You have succeeded in ripping my heart to shreds." "I'm crying, and I never cry when I read fanfiction." "I cried, I laughed, I had butterflies! I highly recommend this story for anyone who enjoyes star-crossed lovers." "I loved how you fit your story into canon. I am so glad I found this story - you did a wonderful job." "Absolutely beautiful writing style. First time I've been so invested in a piece of writing I've skipped meals." LINKS: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13210806/1/The-Uneven-Orbit https://archiveofourown.org/works/17775152/chapters/41942033 @Brewing-Snapefest

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@brewing-snapefest

So I finally finished my lady Snape cosplay!

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What do y’all think?

[hutsanddragons]

Reading a really good fanfiction when it suddenly it becomes a Snapefest and antiJames/antiSirius

[sleeplesspensieve]

The Painter

Ship: Severus Snape x Cleo Blackwater (OC)

Word Count: 4721

Warning(s): Smut, a little bit dub-con and death

Writing Prompt: Snape takes on a lover to relieve stress during his brief time as headmaster. Perhaps he had resigned himself to likely dying in the war ahead, but after a period of time with this person he realizes he may actually want to live. He fights harder/learns to love someone besides Lily/makes greater sacrifices/etc.

Author’s Note: Lowkey I feel like I rushed the ending, I was a lot more into the build up and smut than the end but I hope you enjoyed it.

“Headmaster Snape, I’m here to do your portrait.”

The witch’s voice wavered as she spoke to the unmoving gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster’s office. She felt great uncertainty as she stood there waiting. How would her old Professor react to her? How would she react?

Nearly 10 years had passed since Cleo Blackwater walked these familiar halls for the last time. The air felt different,almost as though all the magic and wonder had been drained from the school. On her journey she passed familiar faces of Professors and students that should’ve been excited and bright to face the school year just as she had been but instead they wore grim expressions. Each person looked away from her, their eyes shot downwards. Not a single soul even spoke a word of greeting to her or their fellow students.

To a degree it didn’t surprise her given the times but it still sat poorly with her. She had heard the whisperings of the Dark Lord’s return two years ago which she dismissed. She regretted that choice, wishing she had fled when she had the time to. Maybe then she wouldn’t have lost her family or friends. Now that they were gone she had no real desire to stay or go.

In a way she was thankful that she wasn’t either a renowned witch or gifted at duelling. Her only real talent was art, in particular portrait painting, it had peaked her interest when she was a young girl. She had seen so many of these life-like paintings and she aspired to be the creator of many portraits with the ultimate goal to one day create a Headmaster’s portrait.

All of which lead her here, to this day where she stood nervously waiting for the gargoyle to opens its wings and allow her entry to the office. She could’ve sworn in her letter they had agreed for 9am. As she glanced down at her watch to confirm that she had been on time the gargoyle sprung to life. Quickly, she moved onto the staircase with her art equipment in tow and began her ascent.

Cleo’s face was filled with wonder as her eyes darted around the room, absorbing the images of the fallen Professor’s. She noticed the presence of one new portrait, Albus Dumbledore, who was sleeping in his frame. A twinge of guilt was felt by the woman as she realised that she would be painting his murderer.

The dark wizard sat where Albus used to sit appearing preoccupied with paper work. Hesitantly, she climbed the steps to the desk and stood in front of the man. She waited for him to address her first but his head remained focused on whatever lay in front of him. His eyes unmoving, coldly he asked, “Well?”

“I’m here for your portrait, Headmaster,” she said. Cleo was holding her belongings in front of herself, sheepishly, as though she were attempting to hide from him.

He looked up, a bored expression on his face. “I know this, do you need permission to start?”

“No, sir,” a blush formed on her cheeks. Her palms sweaty from nervousness. “I, um, need you to pose for me while I get a sketch.”

“How long will this take?” he asked impatiently.

“I expect it will take several sessions for me to complete it.”

He rolled his eyes, “I expect no less from a slow Hufflepuff like you, Miss Blackwater.”

She swallowed hard in attempt to keep tears from bursting out as she recalled her school days. If anything, the Headmaster was more intimidating and her knowledge of his allegiance with the Death Eaters terrified her. She tried to stand her ground but she had no comeback for the wizard’s words.

He gritted his teeth, “Where would you like me?”

“Um,” she stumbled on her words, “Anywhere you like, Professor. Would you like to be sitting or standing?”

“Standing.”

“What would you like the scene to be?” His eyebrows raised in response. She went on to explain, “Some prefer a plain background, others like books or trees.”

“In front of the window.”

“Could you move there so I could draw it?”

He stood and walked up the stairs to the viewing platform. Cleo followed him and he stood to face her. “Is this good?”

She gave a small nod and pulled out her easel, setting it up in front of the Professor. After placing her canvas she quietly began her sketch. She began with just a basic outline, rough lines to position him in the forefront of the image before marking the placement of his features.

The man watched her carefully as her head would peep out from behind the easel every so often. He became abnormally self conscious as her eyes scrutinised his face, all he could think about was how much he hated his hooked nose and greasy hair that he had been teased about all too often as a young. Eventually her eyes were drawn to the window and they’d dart between the glass panes to his face, analysing how the light fell on his cheeks. He began to feel uncertain as to whether he had chosen the correct location for his portrait, surely the light would just draw out the sallownesss of his skin and emphasise his nose.

His overthinking was disturbed as he heard the shifting of the stairs. He exhaled sharply in annoyance as he watched one of his fellow Death Eaters emerge from the the entrance. Cleo’s eyes were drawn to the woman who entered and her eyes returned to her subject.

“Excuse me,” he said, “We’ll have to continue this another time.”

She nodded and quickly packed her things, allowing the Headmaster to speak freely with his associate.

~

Cleo returned a week later to resume the portrait, Professor Snape wasn’t needed at this stage so he continued to work as she painted the background by hand. After several hours of work she found the backdrop of the image completed and agreed to meet Severus again in a week’s time. When she returned, the Headmaster joined her at the top of the stairs and she began to capture his essence with the use of a magical paintbrush that took direction from her wand.

“Don’t you wish to smile slightly, Professor?” she asked as she began to capture his image.

“What joy is there to be had during these times?” he asked in return.

She shrugged, “I never saw you smile during my years at Hogwarts, surely then there were times.”

“No,” he said firmly.

The girl remained silent for the duration of their session together. The wizard found that he tired quickly of standing and dismissed her. Their meetings became a regular occurrence, Cleo would be allowed to work for an hour or so before the man’s patience would fade. During that hour neither would speak a word, but Cleo found herself admiring the man as she focused on illustrating his face.

“Ah, sir,” she asked in a questioning tone. He raised his eyebrows to acknowledge her. “Could you just look to the other side for a second?” The wizard turned his head slowly to the other side. “Sorry, do you mind just brushing your hair aside?”

He pushed it back slightly but the painter approached him and tucked his hair behind his ear then tilted his jaw forward slightly with her fingers. “Sorry, I just want to get the details right.”

Severus didn’t reply, he kept his eyes focused away from the painter as she had directed. His thoughts didn’t drift onto how awful he must’ve looked, instead his mind dwelled on the delicate touch she had laid on the side of his face. It was so nice and caring. He had forgotten what the touch of a woman felt like. His eyes moved away and he watched her, the attentiveness she had to her painting. He wondered if she was doing it justice.

“How many have you painted before?” he asked.

“Several,” she answered, her eyes darting between the canvas and his face. “I enjoyed sketching from when I was a child, I took a particular interest in people then when I learnt magic I learnt how to enchant it. I’ve never done anyone important before, I will admit that I am quite nervous.”

The conversation ended there but Severus found himself able to tolerate more time standing as he began to observe the girl in the same manner that she was observing him. Her curly light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her blue eyes darting between the canvas and his face. He admired those with passion and it was obvious to him that she had it for her art. He felt as though a crush was forming on his former student but he dismissed it. There was no use in indulging the possibility of a relationship, he had a part to play in the war that was unfolding and he had resigned himself  to the fact that he would die.

His mind did not play with the idea of a relationship but he did admire the beauty of the woman who was focused on his face. It amused him to see her furrow her brow and tilt her head as she waved her wand. After an hour and a half passed she asked, “Aren’t you tired, Professor?”

He shook his head, “No, you may continue.”

She exhaled a laugh, “Well I’m done for today but I still need a couple more sessions so I can capture your personality better, as well as your voice and then I’ll instruct you on how to teach it.”

“May I see?” he asked.

The question took her by surprise, he hadn’t showed any interest in the progress of the portrait so far. She stepped aside to indicate that he was welcome to come and inspect her work. He walked over and looked at it, instantly he was floored. The detail in the painting made it look almost as though it was a photograph yet somehow she had made the things he was self conscious about look much better than they were in real life. His skin didn’t look sallow, it looked healthy and his nose was still a dominant feature but it made him look both striking and masculine.

His silence unnerved her, “Is it ok?” she asked, “If you don’t like it I’m happy to paint it again, I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

He rested a hand on her shoulder and shook his head, “No, it’s good.”

The girl was speechless when she realised the Severus Snape, the most cruel and demeaning teacher had actually complimented her work. He was even touching her affectionately. Her face flushed and all the breath felt drained out of her body by the spark she felt that she couldn’t even spit out a word of thanks.

“I’ll see you next week, same time?” he asked.

She nodded and packed her things.

~

The next time Cleo Blackwater saw Severus Snape his face was looking particularly worn. It concerned her that the subject of her painting was looking stressed, almost as though the weight of the world was on his shoulder. The reason for her concern was not from an art stand point, although it was relevant, but because over the past few days she found herself thinking about her ex-potions teacher far too often. She had been looking forward to this day, excited to stare at her new crush for a little while longer.

“Are you ready for today, Professor?” she asked.

He tilted his head slightly, “More or less.”

“We don’t have to finish today,” she said, “We could reschedule.”

He sighed and stood, “It’s fine.”

“Sorry,” she said, her eyes downcast, “If I try to capture you when you’re like this it might ruin the integrity of your portrait.”

“Like this?”

“You seem stressed, is everything alright, Professor?”

“You look at the state of Wizarding Britain and tell me everything is fine,” he snapped, “Of course I’m stressed.”

Cleo’s eyes returned to the floor, intimidated by his outburst. The witch was unsure of she should say or do, scared that the next thing she would say would send him spiralling. Instead she stood there quietly.

Severus’ emotions burned a hole through him, the pent up rage had slipped slightly. He couldn’t allow that to happen. His emotions needed to remain in check if he was to continue his mission but the mere thought of his duty angered him. He had spent days speaking with the portraits in an attempt to locate Harry Potter and fulfil his promise to the Headmaster. Not only that but he had to try and keep a leash on the Carrow siblings who were unleashing terror on every student. He had every right to be upset but his outburst wasn’t warranted. How would he be able to keep his cool around the Dark Lord if he couldn’t even manage to in front of an ex-student?

“My anger towards you was unwarranted and I apologise,” he said.

She nodded, afraid to speak a word out of turn.

“I’m not sure if I will be in a better mood anytime in the future.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

The witch’s compassion floored him. He was stunned that after his treatment of her that she would still be willing to offer him a small comfort. He felt his mouth twitch slightly almost as though a half smile wanted to form across his lips. “That isn’t necessary,” he said, “If you are unable to paint today then maybe next week. I will try to be in a better mindset.”

~

The next week rolled around and the Headmaster was nervous about their meeting. Things weren’t any easier but he attempted to push those stresses aside for the time being so he could enjoy the time he spent with Cleo. He found that he regretted the lack of portrait painting last week, it seemed to be the only break from his work that he was able to be himself and less of the double agent that he was playing.

Cleo arrived on time and she was happy to see that he didn’t seem as stressed so she willingly resumed her artwork. Severus remained at his desk this time, pretending to focus on the papers on his desk but his eyes lingered on the artist who was capturing him. The witch found herself getting flushed as she focused on the finer details of his face, her head imagining what it would be like to kiss his lips and she painted highlights on his mouth.

“Um, sir,” she said aloud, sheepishly. “I need you to talk a bit.”

“Why?”

“I need to capture your voice.”

“What should I talk about?” he asked.

“Anything,” she shrugged, “Maybe if you’re not comfortable you could grab a book and just read it?”

He nodded, liking the idea he grabbed the one that sat open on his desk and began to read. Occasionally his eyes would dart up and look at her, watching her enchant the painting.

Cleo’s face had turned pink from focusing on the sound of her ex-Professor’s voice. She somehow maintained her focus on casting the imprint of his voice and after about 20 minutes of reading she was done. Severus noticed that her hands had stopped moving and abruptly stopped in the middle of a sentence.

“Is it finished?” he asked, approaching the canvas.

She nodded and stepped back allowing him to look.

“Hello,” the Headmaster said.

“Hello,” the portrait echoed in the same tone.

“You can teach it things,” she commented, “I’ve tried to impart as much as I know about your mannerisms but you can just verbally tell it to change if you don’t like how I’ve done it. There is no limit to the knowledge it can hold, many other Headmasters instruct their paintings on how to coach future Headmasters so if you ever get stuck with your portrait the others should be able to guide you.”

“So, that’s it?”

“Pretty much,” she shrugged.

“Thank you for your time,” he said.

She nodded and began to pack her things. The Headmaster observed, still standing near the easel feeling rather awkward. He debated for a second on whether he should return to his desk and allow her to leave for good or whether he should be daring and ask her to stay.

“Cleo,” he addressed the girl.

“Sir,” she replied, pausing her packing and blushing a bit. He had never called her by her first name before and oh how perfect did it sound from those lips.

“Will you return?”

“Why?” she became nervous, “Is there something wrong with the painting? I can fix it now.”

“No,” he said as he closed distance between them. He convinced himself that he had nothing to lose and with the quick use of legilimens he found that his offer would be more than likely successful. “I have come to enjoy your company and I would like to extend an invitation for you to return weekly.”

“For what, Professor?”

His eyes looked lustfully into her blue ones and he leaned in to kiss her. She was shocked at the gesture so much that the case that she held in her hands slipped out and crashed on the floor. Cleo kissed back, filled with desire before parting and looking at him longingly.

“I need someone to keep me company,” he said.

“I understand,” she replied before kissing him once more. Her nervousness had faded, instead stood a sensual woman, willing to take care of the man she wanted.

It had been so long since either had been intimate with anyone, their hands were desperate for human touch. Cleo’s fingers quickly made work of the layers of buttons on his clothing while her lips were still pressed on his. Once the top layers had been discarded, Severus’ stripped her down to her underwear with a quick tug of a zipper and a shrug of her shoulders her dress pooled on the floor.

He guided her to his desk whilst his hands gripped her thighs, encouraging her to sit on the desk. Leaning back, Cleo’s eyes caught his and she noticed his dilated pupils roaming her body, taking in every inch of her body before reaching around her back and unclasping her bra in one swift movement. With her breasts free, Severus’ hands groped and teased them, flicking her nipples occasionally between his thumb and index finger.

His erection was obvious despite being hiding beneath his dark pants. He was aching to release it and to plunge into her but he was patient. It may have been a long time since the last woman he had but he knew how to please one.

Cleo’s hand was now wandering his torso whilst the other kept her propped up as she began to cave in to the arousal from the stimulation of her nipples. Heat was growing in her core and between her legs. Lustfully, her hand glided down his bare chest and over his pants to the tent. She felt her face flush as she felt the evidence of his desire, her thoughts beginning to wander to the future when he would bury himself deep inside her.

Eagerly, her fingers undid the front of his trousers and wrapped around the waistband of both his pants and underwear, freeing his cock from the confines of the materials. Severus eyes were focused on her face as she looked down and subconsciously licked her lips at the sight of his member. Cleo felt her pussy twinge in excitement at the prospect of his entry.

“Do you want me?” he asked. One hand abandoned her breast and cupped her sex.

She nodded furiously as a finger outlined her slit, her hips desperately edged towards his touch wanting more friction. A knowing smirk crossed his lips as his fingers hooked around her underwear and pulled them down her legs. She was now completely naked, splayed on the Headmaster’s desk. The thought embarrassed her, her cheeks turned pink once more and her legs shut in an attempt to maintain some dignity.

“No need to be shy,” he said before kissing her once more.

The kiss soothed her, her body relaxing into his touch. Gently, he coaxed her legs apart and his fingers dipped between the folds, ensuring that she was fully aroused before attempting to proceed. A small moan escaped from her lips as his finger brushed against her clitoris and another came when a digit entered her.

Merlin’s beard, she was tight. Her eyes closed as she focused on the feeling, Severus’ greedily watched her. He was no longer in any rush to stick his cock in, the responses he was getting was getting were much too amusing. Slowly, he pumped in and out then adding another digit as she surrendered to him. He curled his fingers upwards and more moans fell from her lips.

Cleo’s hips bucked up into his hand as his pace sped up. She was panting, feeling completely breathless, as she neared her orgasm. Her eyes squeezed tighter as she focused on the feeling, those thick calloused fingers entering in and out. She gripped tightly onto his free forearm to hold herself up and a light scream escaped her as her climax ripped through her.

She clutched onto him tightly as she rode her orgasm out, her head resting on his bicep. His fingers slid out and he began to stroke his cock at the fresh memory of her orgasm. Once she had steadied herself, her legs spread once more, this time of her own accord. Her fingers replaced his on his shaft and she encouraged him to slide himself into her pussy.

Severus released a deep groan as he felt the slippery heat of her cunt wrap around his hardened member. It took all his self control not to fuck her stupid against his desk in that moment. He didn’t need to embarrass himself by ejaculating mere minutes into their copulation. Instead, he started off slow, allowing her pussy to take him in at a relaxed pace. Once she had fully sheathed him he pulled out steadily.

He repeated the pace for a few minutes in an attempt to stave off his orgasm and enjoy her touch but soon enough Cleo was begging for him to speed up. “Please, Professor.”

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Severus, please.”

Those words awoke something dark in the wizard as he recalled two of his friends final words. Anger over took him and he picked up the pace, pounding hard and fast into the witch. She lost her grip on him and she fell backwards slightly, her back and head hit the table. A small “ow” escaped her but Severus kept going, consumed by his body’s desires.

With a deep groan Severus came, spilling his seed inside the girl. He slid out of her and pulled his pants back on before fetching a contraceptive potion he had nearby. He passed it to the girl as she was redressing herself. He noticed that she was somewhat shaken by the experience and the gravity of what he had done hit him.

“Cleo?” he asked softly, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” she said as she returned the empty bottle to him. “It’s just a bit weird, isn’t it? I used to be your student.”

“I should’ve made sure you were ok,” he admonished himself.

She smiled sweetly at the Headmaster and shrugged it off, “It’s fine.”

The witch approached him as he was fastening the buttons on the top, she took over from his hands and he watched her small display of kindness. “Are you ok?” she asked.

He was taken aback by her question. No one had asked him that in years, that’s if anyone had ever asked him. He couldn’t recall. He stood there blank for a few moments, unsure of what to say to the kind girl who was dressing him. If only she knew the burden he had on his shoulders but it seemed as though she knew.

She gave him a sympathetic smile and embraced him, to her words were unnecessary. Cleo just knew what he needed. She gathered her things and said, “I’ll see you next week.”

~

Their affair continued, every week they would sleep with one another. Occasionally they would exchange words but neither ever pressured the other to reveal any information about their lives. That bit came naturally. Of course, Severus knew he couldn’t unveil the whole truth but he found relief in the girl, be it her listening ears or her her body’s warmth.

Cleo knew she was falling for him, well before he knew he was falling for her. They never mentioned it to one another. They were both too afraid of exposing themselves to the possibility, particularly during these times. Instead their love remained unspoken but their hearts belonged to one another.

Severus love for the witch deepened with each moment spent with her in their throes of passion and moments of confession. In his heart, he no longer wished to die. His mind had been playing with the possibility of a future with her and his heart sung at the prospect. He gazed into her eyes and knew she felt it too.

Once more in his life Severus felt genuine fear. He feared losing her, loving her and he feared dying for if he died he would have no future with the witch but it gave him a reason to fight. He knew that if he died even to protect her future that it would all be worth it. He didn’t truly believe he deserved her but he loved her all the same.

~

Cleo didn’t know that the last time would be the last. News of the climax of the Wizarding War spread like wildfire and in amongst the names of the deceased was Severus Snape. She didn’t believe it when she read it. Over and over her eyes reread the name printed in The Daily Prophet before it hit her like a tonne of bricks and tears spilled from her cheeks. Her heart had been ripped out and all she could think of was how she wished she could’ve told him that she loved him.

She attended the mass funeral that was held for all those that had died. Everyone cried with her but despite how full the cathedral hall was, the girl had never felt so alone. No one knew what they had shared, all that she had left were her memories.

As she walked up to the altar where they had his casket open she felt her heart break again at the sight of his cold, lifeless body lay there. She couldn’t move once she saw him, she was frozen to the spot and tears spilled freely as she mourned and grieved the love she had.

A hand coaxed her away and guided her to a seat. Cleo wiped her tears away and noticed her old Transfiguration Professor sat beside her. Minerva offered her the comfort of a mother-like embrace as she too mourned her colleague.

~

Months later, Cleo found herself returning to Hogwarts once more. She found herself filled with melancholy and sadness as she passed through the corridors but it was hard to allow her feelings to hold her down. As she walked through the familiar hallways, Cleo was greeted by her old teachers and students were bustling around, smiling and laughing. A faint smile grew on her face as she felt the magic of Hogwarts fill the air.

This time around as she stood in front of the gargoyle she was confident as she spoke. “I’m here to see Headmistress McGonagall for her portrait.”

The gargoyle leapt into action as she stepped onto the staircase and made her ascent. Her eyes were drawn to the portrait next to her old Headmaster’s as she entered the room.

“Severus,” she whispered, approaching the painting.

“Cleo,” the portrait smiled.

“I miss you,” she admitted.

“I regret not telling you this before I died,” it said with a half frown. “I love you.”

A sad smile appeared on her face as she looked into its painted eyes. “I know, I loved you too.”