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The Potions Master's Apprentice
Chapter Twenty: Dragons
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A/N: This is the 21st part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-21 can also be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below or send me a message if you wish to be added to my tag list.
Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter) Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape. Word Count: 7513
Warnings: Smut. Sexual references. Nipple play. Fingering. Oral Sex (female receiving). Swearing? Credits to Gif Creator
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"A'right Professor?" The familiar sound of Fred Weasley chimed as he fell into step with his potions mistress. The second twin followed not far behind, excitedly bounding ahead before slowing to a steady pace, walking backwards as the group made their way through the castle halls.
"Hello boys." The witch replied apprehensively.
"So y'know that thing we told about you the other night?" George said attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible for the benefit of Professor Snape, the presence of which neither of the boys had attempted to acknowledge until now.
"The thing involving something... hot and scaley? Fred elaborated half-heartedly.
"I remember. And Severus' already knows, there is no need to be coy."
Professor Snape continued walking silently along side his apprentice, periodically side-eyeing the students chatting away to her like close friends.
"Right. Well, Charlie's bringing them over tonight if you're interested?"
"Interested in meeting the dragons? Are you joking? Of course, I am!" She practically shrieked at the prospect.
Gradually slowing to a halt, Aria and the twins lowered their voices in order to properly discuss the details.
Severus continued walking for a few more paces, uninterested in the conversation he knew he was not a part of. Although he was initially content with returning to the dungeons alone, it occurred to him seconds later that possibly Aria would miss his company as she journeyed back.
Stopping halfway down the empty corridor, Snape tried his best to focus his mind elsewhere, but ultimately could not help overhearing the hushed conversation happening a few feet away from him.
"Those boys truly are idiotic." He commented as Aria returned back to him.
"How do you mean?" She replied, her brow furrowed disapprovingly.
"Well, evidently they tried so hard to keep this little rendezvous a secret from me, or rather any of the faculty, besides yourself, yet still I overheard every word of their pathetic little plan. Really, what is stopping me from giving them detention and reporting them to the Headmaster?"
"You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" He threatened, making intense eye contact with the woman. "Trekking down to the Forbidden Forest after dark? Obtaining knowledge that could jeopardize a centuries old competition.  They are blatantly disobeying the castle rules; rules Dumbledore put in place to protect the entire student body. Now I highly doubt he'll be pleased to hear a professor, his own granddaughter no less, is permitting a couple of students break those rules. Not to mention putting themselves at risk and all to visit a couple of dragons?"
"Oh come on Severus, you know I wouldn't allow them to go if I thought it was dangerous. There'll be a professional dragon tamer there, and they'll be in cages. Don't tell me you're so heartless you wouldn't even let them out for an hour or two to visit their own brother?"
"Why? It's not as if they have a shortage of them."
"Please, Severus. If not for them, for me. I've never seen a dragon up close before." She begged, ignoring his snarky comments.
The stern faced potions master looked upon his assistant's face; her eyes wide and pleading. He couldn't say no to her.
Turning away, Severus chose to say no more on the topic, neither forbidding nor condoning her actions.
Aria considered it a win.
As the pair came off the spiral staircase and rounded the corner to the dungeons, Aria forced herself to a sudden stop, grabbing onto Severus sleeve forcing him to do the same.
"Look." She mouthed to him upon noticing his confused expression.
The pair quickly glanced down the corridor only to witness Draco Malfoy embracing Skye Johnstone in a rather passionate kiss.
Doing their duty to investigate the situation, both Aria and Severus hastened their way down the corridor. Being brought to attention by the clicking of heels against the hard stone floors, Skye broke away from Draco and burst into an excitable cheer.
"What exactly is going on here? Miss Johnstone? Mr Malfoy?" Snape interrogated, equally unsure of the situation as his assistant.
"Here." Skye said, thrusting a familiar looking vial into the hands of her professor. "Turns out I didn't need it after all."
Swiping the potions from Snape's grasp, Aria confirmed the vial remained full and untouched.
"You didn't use the potion?" Snape clarified.
"Duh. He liked me the whole time, even without the potion." She beamed giddily.
The professors let out an audible sigh of relief.
"Thank god. I hope that taught you a lesson, Skye. You cannot force love; if it's meant to be it will be." Aria lectured.
"I understand that now." The young girl blushed. "I just know it wouldn't be the same if I had used the potion."
"Treat her right, Mr Malfoy. Heaven knows what that girl will do if you break her heart." Aria whispered a word of warning to the platinum haired boy as she followed Snape to their classroom.
Severus settled comfortably at his desk, beginning to sort through vast amounts of parchment and textbooks he had lazily discarded there over the past few days. It hadn't been long since Aria proposed her intriguing offer, and it hadn't for a second left the forefront of Severus' mind. He struggled to concentrate on his work; often becoming distracted during lessons (particularly those which Aria lead), and he hadn't marked a single essay since the event, though not for lack of trying. The problem was; despite how hard he tried to concentrate, and make his way through the masses of essays, Aria Dumbledore was always around to distract him once again.
The conversation replayed over and over in his head every time he laid eyes on her. His sallow skin almost flushing completely scarlet with embarrassment at the thought of her catching him red-handed, practically drooling over her on a semi-regular basis. He had never suspected that he had been so obvious and complacent about it all. For decades he had been able to master a stoic façade, able to keep his true emotions hidden from even the Dark Lord himself. And yet, this young woman had saw right through him almost instantly. Or possibly, had he allowed himself the luxury of relaxing around her? Had he become so comfortable in her company that he no longer noticed which emotions he outwardly displayed and which he kept hidden?
Snape had become so caught up in paranoid thoughts such as these he hadn't even had a moment to consider the out-standing offer. Admittedly, it had been a long time since Severus engaged in such activities, though that did not mean his primal instincts had gone dormant.  However, Aria Dumbledore was the first woman in a long time who had evoked any sort of stirrings within him. He had caught himself becoming aroused by her mere presence on more than one occasion. And as much as he tried, he couldn't get her out of his head since the moment they met.
The only thing stopping him from accepting her offer immediately, was one nagging question at the back of his mind; What if these feelings are more than just simply physical attraction?
"Are you coming?" A familiar voice broke his train of thought.
"Excuse me?" He spoke, almost choking on his words. He had become so lost in his thoughts, he quite nearly misunderstood her question.
"Are you coming with me tonight? You know, to see the dragons?" Aria clarified, noticing the visibly distant and confused look plastered all over his face.
"I wasn't aware the Weasley's invitation extended to me." Severus commented, clearing both his throat and his mind.
"I'm inviting you, Severus. Would you please join me?"
"If this is a ploy to convince me not to turn you all in, it won't work."
"You're not going to turn anyone in, if you were you'd have done it by now."
Severus chose not to respond, knowing she was right.
Aria fiddled awkwardly with a loose piece of thread on her sleeve, trying desperately to think of a way to convince him to join her.
"Like I said; I've never seen a dragon before, Severus. You're my friend, I want to share this experience with you."
Severus merely scoffed at her cruelly.
"And what was that for?" She snapped back, hurt that he had so little regard for her feelings.
"You do know those infernal twins have no intention of taking you to see a few unremarkable dragons. Clearly they see more benefit in introducing you to the dragon tamer himself."
"If you consider dragons to be unremarkable Severus Snape, then I'd love to see what is remarkable to you. Besides, what are you even talking about? Why would the twins care if knew Charlie or not?"
"You clearly get along with those boys, don't you think it is exactly in their nature to set you up with one of their own. How convenient it would be for all of you if you were to be inducted into the family officially."
"You're raving mad Snape. I've never even met the man, why would they think I have any interest in him?"
"He's your type." The potions master stated bluntly.
Aria fell silent. It hadn't taken long for her to work up a considerable amount of anger towards the man and she knew if she did not control herself the two would end up in a complete screaming match. She simply couldn't understand where any of these comments were coming from all of a sudden. Could it be that Snape was jealous?
"And what would you know of my type, Severus?" She hissed.
Standing up straighter than before, no longer leaning on the desk, Aria found confidence in her restraint, staring the professor down intimidatingly.
"I know Charlie Weasley." He shot back.
Aria waited patiently for Snape to elaborate, not accepting his cop out of an answer.
"I taught that boy for 7 years. In my opinion he is the worst of Weasleys combined, which, I suspect, means he is the best of them in yours. He's young and he's handsome, so people say. I hear he's the most charismatic of the lot of them; could certainly out-talk those twins of yours. And from what I remember he was decently intelligent, why he chose to run away to Romania to play with dragons I'll never understand. But I suppose he always did have a chaotic side. Spontaneous some might call it. He is everyone's type."
From the way Snape spoke it sounded like a threat. And Aria hated the fact that it felt like Severus was making her mind up for her. She didn't even get a chance to form her own opinion of the man, Snape had already given her one before she met him.
"Come if you want, but I really don't care anymore."
Giving up hopes that he might join her this evening, Aria made for the door.
"And for the record; I'm not everyone."  She scorned, making an exit.
*
To her surprise Severus was there, waiting in the entrance hall, as Aria made her way down to the Forbidden Forrest.
Exchanging nothing more than a smile, the pair embraced the cold night air together as they stepped out onto the castle grounds.
"I'm glad you decided to come." Aria confessed as they rounded on the Black Lake.
"It was the correct decision in the end. If something goes wrong, it's best there be a responsible adult there to handle things."
Though his words and his tone said otherwise, Aria could have sworn she saw Snape flash a hint of a smile in her direction. Rolling her eyes and chuckling to herself, she gave Severus a playful nudge with her elbow, attempting to cosy up to him as much as possible to warm herself from the harsh breeze blowing against them.
While it came as a shock to feel the woman's arms loop through his, Severus didn't feel the need to object to her intimate touch, though he was thankful he had shoved his hands deep into his pockets for fear that she may have tried to hold it, risking their clammy nature to expose his true panic in the moment.
"It's quiet." The witch observed, as they stepped nearer to the forest. The nervousness in her voice was evident.
She had expected the surrounding areas to be filled with the roars and ruckus of the magnificent creatures, thus the requirement to meet after dark. The eerie blanket of silence was terrifying, a feeling of suffocation begun to creep up on Aria, she didn't like not knowing what she was about to walk into.
Her long manicured nails punctured through the wool of Severus' overcoat, beginning to dig into the epidermis of his skin as she tightened her grip on his arm.
Noticing her feeling of anxiety, Severus removed one arm from its pocket, placing it gently on top of her hand. Though neither of them said anything to acknowledge the action, the potions master felt her harsh grip gradually begin to loosen.
Not too deep into the forest Aria spotted a small crowd of red-head's waiting patiently for her to arrive. Dragging her colleague haphazardly through a shadowed sea of trees and greenery, the  pair approached the Weasleys. It wasn't hard to notice all three boys were immediately thrown off by the presence of the potions master, and an instant air of awkwardness settled around them.
"So... Where's the dragons?" Aria asked trying to break the obvious tension.
"They're a little further into the woods." Charlie answered. "We couldn't risk housing them this close to the opening, don't want just anyone stumbling upon them."
"Right. Then... shall we?" She said, absentmindedly rubbing her thumb over Snape's hand.
It was then Severus realised the two of them were still locking arms, and that the Weasley twins were suspiciously staring him out. Abruptly brushing Aria's arm off his own, he took a few steps back from the group, recognising he wasn't particularly welcome there.
"Sure." Charlie agreed, motioning for everyone to begin walking deeper into the forest, though he too couldn't quite hide the tone of shock evident in his voice.
"What did you bring him for?" Fred grouched, not even trying to be discrete.
"He's supervising." Aria looked back ensuring Severus was following the group.
"Supervising? I thought that was your job."
"Just be grateful any of us are here at all. He was going to report you to Dumbledore. Don't aggravate him, okay. He could just as easily change his mind."
Fred and George marched ahead mumbling a series of unintelligible insults under their breath, while Aria and Charlie fell into step following immediately behind them, with Snape still trudging a few feet behind the pack.
"I'm Charlie, by the way." The dragon tamer finally introduced himself, flashing cheeky grin in Aria's direction. "Nice to finally meet the girl Mum has been raving about non-stop. You appear to have made quite the impression on her."
Aria blushed bashfully, unaware that Molly mentioned her at all to her other children.
"I guess that means you know I'm Aria then." She laughed nervously.
"One of the infamous Dumbledores, I believe. That in itself is quite the impressive feet, even without Mum singing your praises."
"It's just one of those things, I suppose. Can't help who your family is." She shrugged.
Sensing this subject wasn't one Aria was too keen to talk about, Charlie quickly changed the topic.
"Those two haven't shut up about you since I got here either, you are a popular girl among my family, Miss Dumbledore. Quite the charmer it seems."
"I hear the same about you, Mr Weasley." She teased.
Charlie smirked and raised a single eyebrow suggestively, something his younger brothers must have learned from him.
"So tell me; why is it you have not yet managed to charm yourself a wife? I know it certainly isn't because of your mother's lack of matchmaking skills. She seems rather adamant to pair up the older Weasley boys as soon as possible."
"Ah, Mum never does fail to make it known that she is desperate for a grandchild. You'd think after 7 babies she'd have gotten bored of them by now." He chuckled to himself trying to avoid the witch's question.
"My guess is you won't be the one to satisfy her wishes?"
"I've never been much in the way of a wife." He stated simply.
Aria raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth to retort.
"I'm not in the way of a husband either before you suggest it."
"Enlighten me then. What is Charlie Weasley in the way of."
"Nothing, I guess." He mumbled, kicking up some leaves from the path. "Dragons. That's where my interests lie."
Aria nodded in understanding, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.
"And your interests are...?" He paused, slowly turning his gaze to his old Professor, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"To be decided." She stated firmly after a moments consideration, though however hard she tried Aria could not pull her eyes away from the man behind her.
"I see."
"I don't think he sees people in that way." She wondered aloud. "I'm just a friend."
As they came to a slight clearing in the woods the group slowed to a complete stop in front of four humongous wooden crates.
"Wow." Aria gasped in awe, running a single hand up the gigantic slates of wood; the only thing separating her from a real life dragon. "They're huge." She called out, turning to Charlie.
The older of the present Weasleys quickly placed a finger over his lips, instantly shushing the girl.
"The dragons are asleep." He mouthed.
"Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus." Aria recited. She sent a nod in Charlie's direction, showing she understood to be extremely quiet.
Taking a single step closer to the crates, Aria Dumbledore cautiously pressed her face up against the container, letting one of her eyes sneak a peak through the gaps of the wooden panels. Slowing her shaky breaths to an almost complete stop, her vision began to focus. It took her eyes a second to recognise what exactly she was looking at.
The beasts face rested almost parallel to her own, relaxing its giant head on top of a large clawed paw. The scales of it's nose contracted with every breath revealing the smallest glimpse of it's rough textured skin beneath. With each exhale came two small puffs of smoke from the dragons nostrils; residual from its lungs which accompanied its fiery breath.
Aria took a minute to appreciate the majesty of the creature before her, finally letting out a deep, slow breath of her own. Deceived by the separation of the dragon's confines, Aria underestimated her proximity to the beast. Her small bout of breath travelled through the gap, tickling the dragon's face. A small moment of panic rose through Aria as the Dragon's eyelid twitched and it's nostrils flared, releasing a significantly larger breath than before. The gust of smoke practically engulfed Aria as it escaped through the cracks of the crate, sending her stumbling backwards clumsily.
Re-joining the group, who had been watching Aria as intently as she had been looking upon the dragon, she felt an instant relief, having safely accomplished what she had come to do.
"That was amazing!" She effused. "I can't believe I was really able to get that close to a real life Dragon! Oh, thank you so much for letting me come along, Charlie." A beaming smile plastered across Aria's face as she embraced the man responsible for it's appearance.
Severus grunted unimpressed, appearing at the back of Aria, sending threatening glares in Charlie's direction.
"Can we go now, Charlie? Is it safe?" The twins questioned excitably, sensing an aura of awkwardness.
"Sure, on you go." He permitted. "Would you like to see too, Professor Snape?"
Aria noted the use of his professional moniker, unsure whether Charlie simply remained intimidated by his old Professor or this was something Severus' expected of all his ex-students. Either way it unsettled her given that the three of them were adults; Aria being the same age as Charlie and yet she held the same title as Snape.
Yet another scoff escaped Severus' lips.
"And leave the two of you alone to flirt? I think not, the creatures do not interest me and I do not wish to witness my apprentice swooning over a student of mine."
"Ex-student." Aria reminded him, shifting uncomfortably between the two men.
"Eh, Charlie." George called out, catching the attention of the whole group. "I think one of the Dragons are waking up."  He pointed to crate on the furthest right, the one Aria had been stood at moments ago.
"Impossible." Charlie whispered to himself. "Those dragons are under a sedation curse, they shouldn't be awake for hours yet."
"Well it looks like one that one got tired of sleeping." Aria said, noticing the creature within the cage beginning to stir, the crate around it rattling and shaking.
"Shit."
Charlie shouted for his brothers to get away from the crates, pulling out his wand in defence. Severus immediately copied, forcing Aria behind him protectively.
"We need to charm it back to sleep before it figures out it can escape. Those crates aren't strong enough to hold them, they were just meant to be a temporary solution."
Snape fought the urge to insult Charlie, knowing a snarky comment wouldn't help the impending situation.
The two men bravely rushed towards the crate casting charm after charm to first calm the creature before finally sending into a sedative state.
All the while the dragon became more unsettled, thrashing and clawing violently at the walls of it's prison, desperate to break free. A thunderous roar followed by a sickening screech deafened all in the surrounding areas.
"Should we help?" The twins asked panicked.
"No." Aria said firmly. "Go and hide behind those trees, do not come out until it's safe to do so, do you hear me?"
The boys nodded obediently, seeking refuge behind the largest conifer they could find.
Charlie and Severus stood on opposite side of the other, working individually to settle the beast to no avail. Brandishing her wand Aria ran towards the crate, ready to be the unifying force that helps them succeed.
As she sprinted forward both men turned towards her, screaming at her to turn back.
The large amber eye of the Hungarian Horntail locked onto the witch as she skidded to a halt. Letting out another hideous roar, crouching ready to spread it wings. The feeble wooden crate burst open on either side, the wood splintering into a thousand pieces, as two majestic wings sprung free from the cage. Rising slowly to gather momentum the wings stretched out as far as they could before rushing downward through the air, the force of which knocked both the professor and the dragon tamer tumbling to the ground. With another flap of its wings the crate fell to pieces and the dragon was free.
Aria watched on in fear as the winged creature hovered amidst the trees. She was completely petrified to move.
In an instant the Horntail came crashing back to the ground, the talons of it's claws digging up the earth beneath them. Yet another roar rumbled from within, accompanied by the screams of Charlie Weasley to run.
Not quite comprehending the severity of what was about to happen Aria made a run for it; seeking shelter in the direction of the nearest tree.
Panting heavily the witch fell back against the tree trunk, panting deeply and clutching her wand tightly to her chest. Peering quickly round the side of the tree, expecting to see the two men wrangling the dragon to sedation, her vision was completely blinded by a large fireball heading straight towards her as a huge stream of fire and flames erupted from the belly of the beast.
Having no time at all to react Aria Dumbledore froze on the spot, the significant rise in temperature sending her into a blind panic. Following instantly after the heat wave came the unbearable pain as the white hot flame sizzled the tender skin of her arm. An agonising scream left her mouth as she cried in pain, preparing for the worst to follow.
The tree had done little to protect her from the dragons breath, and her poor judgement was about to cost her severely. However, almost simultaneously to the scorching of her arm an invisible force fell over her entire being, repelling the flames from the rest of her body, protecting her from further harm.   Knowing she was safe, Aria crumbled to her knees, clutching her injured arm and sobbing in excruciating pain from the third degree burns she suffered.
Struggling back to their feet both Charlie and Severus came together, working in unity to restrain the creature until it was once again completely sedated and bound by multiple curses to avoid it breaking free again.
As soon as the clearing was safe to cross all four boys ran to Aria's aid. The protection charm slowly wearing off, fading back to where it originated; the tip of Severus' wand.
Bursting into another bout of tears, Aria jumped to her feet. Though she was still in pain, she was grateful the damages had not been more severe.
Practically jumping on Severus, Aria wrapped her unharmed arm around his waist, resting her head to his chest, thanking him for saving her.
Neither comforting nor chastising the woman, Severus allowed her a moments embrace before quickly gripping onto her good wrist, yanking her away from the group.
"You're hurting her." George yelled, objecting to the forceful way in which he handled the witch.
Severus didn't care enough to correct the boy. Instead he ushered the woman over to a nearby tree stump, eager to tend to her wounds.
The potions master knelt in front of his apprentice, fumbling around inside his many cloak pockets, struggling to find anything sufficient enough to heal her wounds, or at the very least ease her pain. Charlie, on the other hand, came rushing to their rescue, brandishing numerous tubes of Dragon Burn Cream.
Practically snarling at the boy, Severus Snape snatched the tube from his hand without so much of a thanks, ready to tend to Aria's burns.
Aria watched, stifling her tears as the professor cast a numbing charm over the affected area allowing him to painlessly coat her arm in the thick white paste. Once again diving into his robes, Severus pulled out a couple of old rags he used while brewing.
Aria felt her heart pound rapidly in her chest as she watched Severus go about wrapping her injury; his movements meticulous in the way worked.
From where Severus stood the girl looked small and vulnerable, her body frail and easily harmed. A sympathetic pang of sadness caused conflict with his emotions. He was angry, livid even, with Charlie Weasley's idiotic negligence. Despite the fact that all he wanted to do was lunge at the man, Severus couldn't seem to take his eyes off Aria.
A small stream of tears escaped her eyes, the burning pain too much too keep them at bay any longer. A small sniffle escaped from within her, though she tried to cover it up. In a brief moment of vulnerability and compassion, Severus cupped his large palm around the woman's cheek, wiping his thumb a little too aggressively across the dampness of her face. Their eyes met momentarily.
The Weasleys watched on, unsure how to act in the unfamiliar territory of their cold hearted potions master actually caring about someone. The strange sensation lasted no more than a few seconds, before there was once again a visible switch of attitude in Severus Snape.
Rising quickly to his full height once again, Severus moved quickly in the direction of Charlie Weasley, swiftly grabbing him by the chest of his shirt, dragging him away from the young woman and his two brothers. Backing the man against the trunk of a rather large tee, Severus begrudgingly released him.
Balling his first by his side, Snape fought off the urge to withdraw his wand.
Charlie, still panting from the shock of the sudden attack, stood up tall, ready to take his beating like a man. But Severus was not the type to initiate a physical fight.
"Do you have any idea how completely and utterly idiotic you have been." He hissed through gritted teeth. "There could have been causalities here tonight if things had gone differently. That girl... Aria, she could have died. You risked her safety, not only hers but your brother's too, by allowing this exhibition to take place. The sheer and utter carelessness you have exhibited tonight would be enough to make you lose your job. Had I to report it to the relevant authorities."
"Please." Charlie begged. "Please Professor Snape. It was an accident, no one could have predicted the precise moment that spell would wear off."
"It was my fault, Severus. Don't blame him." She said resting an arm on his bicep.
"I think your forgetting, Miss Dumbledore, It is the boys job to tame dragons. A job which he evidently cannot do. Not to mention it was him who brought you, and two underage students into the Forbidden Forest after dark. There is no excuse for foolish complacency."
"Severus, don't do this! Please." She begged, tugging at his arm, forcing him to meet her eyes.
Snape turned back to Charlie.
"Do your job and get these dragons tamed properly in time for the first task. I do not want to see you step foot on these grounds after the event is over. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Professor. Thank you."
"Do not thank me." He droned. "Thank her." He motioned to his assistant.
Turning on his heel the potions master grabbed each Weasley twin by the sleeve, ushering them out of the forest before he regretted his decision.
"What he said." Charlie blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it. He won't go back on his word, you're job is safe." She promised, making to leave before Charlie caught her attention once more.
"For the record, if it helps you make up your mind; no one acts that way over 'just a friend', and Severus Snape doesn't change his mind on account of a "please"."
"I gotta go." She looked back at Severus leading the twins back to the castle. "It was nice meeting you." She smiled, though the insinuation behind Charlie's words had not failed to resonate in her mind.
*
"Sit." Severus directed at his apprentice upon entering his office, both Fred and George having been safely returned to their dormitories.
"What are you looking for?" Aria wondered aloud, as the professor began rummaging through his store cupboards erratically.
"A healing potion. It was foolish of me not to bring it." He reprimanded himself. "Here."
Snape thrust the vial of blood red liquid into the woman's hand, not even daring to look at her as he sunk onto his chair.
Aria undone the make-shift bandages, wincing as she revealed a cluster of sores and wounds. Her whole arm was almost completely covered in blisters, already weeping ooze. As the liquid ran down the back of her throat, Aria watched on as the wounds quickly begun to heal, disappearing one by one until her arm returned to its unharmed state. Breathing a sigh of relief, she couldn't be more glad no permanent damage had been done by the dragons fiery breath.
Severus, on the other hand, didn't seem anywhere near as satisfied. Once ensuring her arm had fully healed, Snape pushed himself out from behind his desk, practically tipping it in the process. Aria watched on as he set about pacing the length of the room, something still clearly on his mind.
"Severus, sit down, please." The sound of his pacing was making her increasingly anxious.
"You shouldn't have gone." He snapped. "I should never have allowed you to follow those twins. Chaos follows those boys where ever they go; yet it is always someone else who suffers the consequences." It was evident from his venomous tone, he was regretting letting Charlie off so easily back in the forest.
"It wasn't your choice to make. You couldn't have stopped me going no matter how hard you tried." Aria rose to her feet, coming face to face with her mentor.
"I should tell Dumbledore." Severus concluded, heading for the door.
"No, you shouldn't." Aria objected, slamming it shut before he could leave.
"He's your guardian; your only family. Not to mention headmaster of this school. He deserves to know what happened to you tonight."
"You forget I'm not a student, Severus. Nor am I a child. I do not need a guardian to oversee my physical well-being, I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself, thank you very much."
"There were students involved, something dangerous could have happened tonight." He reached for the handle, Aria jumped between Snape and the exit.
"You promised, Severus. You promised you wouldn't tell Dumbledore it was Charlie's fault. He didn't intend for any of this to happen. He's the twin's brother, I'm sure he can discuss any issues with his parent's privately, it's a family matter now."
"Still, I won't have this happening again. If things had gone differently if something had happened to you..."
Aria could see the serious distress take over Snape's emotions, his face distorting painfully at the thought of what could have happened.
Her heart sunk finally realising his anger was not directed at the Weasleys but himself, for not protecting her better.
"Hey. Hey, It's okay. I'm okay." The young witch moved into the Professor's eye line, trying to catch his gaze.
"Look at me, Severus. I'm fine." She whispered. "Hey, look at me."
Aria cupped Snape's face with both her hands, bringing his eyes to meet hers. She placed a single soft kiss on the apple of his cheek. Then second on his other cheek for good measure. And a third on the tip of his large hooked nose, all the while repeating to him in a hushed tone; "I'm fine, I'm fine" before finally bringing her head to rest against his forehead, her fingers entangling themselves at the base of his neck.
The woman's sudden affections caught him off guard and Snape quickly found himself lost in her eyes, his mind entranced by the swirling blue green galaxies. Meanwhile his body began to act off its own accord.
His hand found it's way to the small of her back, firmly guiding her body towards his. Before he could even recognise what he was doing himself, Snape took her face in his hand, a single calloused thumb brushing softly against the skin of her cheek, and captured her mouth with his.
Just as the moments before had seemed to slow to a glacial pace, the next few seconds seemed to happen all at once.
Severus waited for a moment of apprehension, a sign of shock or displeasure, but instead almost immediately what he felt was the return of Aria's kiss; deeper and more hungry than his own. She pulled him closer to her body, his neck feeing the tension from her clasped hands. He walked them forward, hoping to relieve some of the pressure she had built, until her back crashed into the hardwood door.  Releasing her grip on his neck, Aria pulled the man closer still, by the collar of his shirt. Their chests collided, both rising and falling with the same momentum and the pair panted for breath.
Finally Severus broke free for air, resting a hand on the space above her head, leaning over the significantly shorter woman. His eyes stared down on her; darkened by a hungry passion, they settled on her lips, which she bit seductively knowing it would drive him mad. A  low chuckle escaped him, as he ran the tip of his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, considering his next move.
His hand found its way to the hem of her skirt, fiddling with the fabric for a moment longer than Aria could bare. She took a deep intake of breath, her eyes never wavering from the intense gaze she held with the Potions Master. Slowly the rough pads of his fingertips began to trail their way along the surface of her soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He flattened his hand, his palm slipping under her skirt to caress the chub up her upper thigh, before settling on the swell of her rear, gripping firmly.
Aria's body reacted accordingly, her hips jerking out to provide Snape more access between her and the door. Severus leaned in to his apprentice, pulling her in for another kiss, his tongue instantly entering her mouth this time.
She moaned against his lips, allowing themselves to get carried away in the heat of the moment. Her hand reached up for his, still cupping her cheek. She lead it down her her body to her breast, giving him permission to touch her.
As Severus roughly yanked her bra down off her chest, Aria let out a harsh gasp, as the freezing air made its way under her shirt. Still guiding his hand over her body, Aria set his hand over her right breast, her eyes fixated on his, telling him exactly what she wanted from him.
He pinched her nipples tightly between two fingers, once again sending her body reeling. She moaned and writhed against him, desperately seeking friction for her now soaking heat. To which Severus gladly obliged. Still taunting and teasing her nipples with his hands, and now mouth, Snape brought his knee up between her legs, applying just enough pressure for the woman to slowly grind against, without being able to get herself off.
When he knew that she could take the teasing no longer, he dropped his leg , noting the damp patch she had left on the dark fabric.
A whine left her lips followed by a childish pout, feeling empty without him pushing against her pelvis.
A flash of a smile passed over Severus face as he tutted, faining disappointment at the woman. Though from torturing her, or hearing that needy whine escape her lips no one could be sure which brought him the most satisfaction.
"Are you you sure this is what you want?" He whispered into her ear, his hot breath ticking the back of her neck.
"I couldn't be more sure." She consented through deep breaths, trying to focus as Severus nibbled delicately on her lobe.
Snape's first hand continued to wander around under that skirt of hers, often toying with the lace waistband of her underwear. He ran a finger along the fabric, peeling it from her body, sending a shiver running up her spine from his delicate touch. He paused for a moment as he rounded her hips. Aria braced herself to kick off the nuisance piece of fabric. A second gasp forced itself from her lips when Severus reached down unexpectedly tearing the underwear in two and letting it fall at her feet, leaving her exposed to the cold dungeon air.
Leaving no time to consider his next actions, Snape ran his index finger along the entrance of her vagina, coating his fingers in her dampness before plunging them between her lips. It didn't take long for Severus to reach the right spot and he immediately set to work.
He started off slow, only brushing ever so slightly over that tiny bundle of nerves, each time sending her hips jutting, desperate for more. He set his pace gradually, slowly building momentum in accordance with the frequency of her moans and the tightness of the grip she now held on his bicep, her nails inching further into his skin by the second.
"FUCK, SEVERUS!" She screamed unable to control herself, blown away by the effects of what he was doing to her. Severus instantly clamped a hand over her mouth, extremely aware that anyone could walk by the door and hear.
Her breathing quickened as she reached her climax, biting down on the inside of Severus' finger as she fought back yet another moan.
"Don't come yet." Snape ordered, though the velvety tones of his voice alone could have pushed her over the edge.
"Please!" She begged, her voice still muffled by his hand, her eyebrows knitting with desperation.
Removing both his hands from their positions on her body, Aria cried out in protest.
"Shhh."
Severus lowered himself to his knees, pining Aria back against the door by her hips, his hands perfectly framing her pelvis beneath her bunched up skirt.
Aria strained her neck downwards, curious to what he was up to, only to throw it back in a groan of please when his mouth connected to her body. "Oh fuck."
Snape's tongue swiped between her lips, lapping up the juices he had brought on moments before, flicking the tip of his tongue as he neared her clit. The sudden and new sensation of his tongue between her legs sent an involuntary jolt from her core. Her hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his locks as his tongue delved deeper into her.
"Jessssusss Christ." She groaned, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
Severus took pleasure in seeing Aria turn into a puddle of mush, the once head-strong woman had quickly melted away, sub-missing to his every touch. Deciding to take thing up a notch, Snape swung one of her legs over his shoulder, pulling her closer to him, his fingers digging into her hips so hard, he was sure it would leave a mark.
Snape let out a long throaty muffled groan into her vagina, appearing to be enjoying himself just as much as his apprentice, if not more.
Aria had to bite her lip to stop from screaming out at the sound of his orgasmic sounds, as well as the tip of his nose repeatedly nudging her clit nearer climax now that his whole face was practically smothered by her.
The movements of her hands had become sporadic in his hair, her moans had become uncontrollable, her legs were shaking beneath her and her body was starting to convulse. Steadying out his pace, Severus took his thumb to her clit, massaging in repeated circles, edging her towards climax, this time allowing her to come.
A moan of pure ecstasy echoed throughout the room and left Aria's body feeling drained and exhausted. Severus felt her tremble at his touch, he was sure if it weren't for him holding her up, her legs would have gave out sending her collapsing to the floor.
She couldn't find the words to express just quite how she was feeling, though even if she knew what to say she had no energy left to say it.
Severus slowly rose to his feet, leaning on hand on the wall next to Aria, pulling her in for a long sensual kiss, despite the fact Aria still hadn't caught her breath.
"Now that was remarkable." She chucked to herself.
"Mmmm." Severus hummed, casually wiping off the juices he had transferred onto her chin, from his own, with his thumb.
Aria's eyes dropped to Severus' crotch, noticing the fabric of his trousers straining over his bulging erection, the witch reached out for his belt, hastily starting to undo the buckle.
Snape covered her hands gently with his own, stopping her mid-action. "No."
Her eyes searched his face confused. Did he not want her to return the favour? Surely this wasn't the end of things, I mean he clearly needed some release too.
"Not right now, not tonight." He explained, his voice no more than a whisper.
"But... I don't understand?"
"You need some rest, tomorrow's a busy day."
Without another word, Professor Snape opened the door for Aria to leave through. Before she had even reached the door he was already sat behind his desk, his face, as usual, buried in the pages of a textbook. He couldn't even be bothered to watch her leave.
A burning feeling of rage and humiliation took over her body, watching him sit there, unamused and unbothered, acting like nothing had just happened between them. Slamming the door behind her, Aria stormed from the room in a fit of rage.
She felt used... In a strange sort of way; she got exactly what she wanted, yet he still remained untouched, untapped. His aggression still pent up, begging for a release. A release she was more than willing to be. But maybe he didn't want her to be?
She had made it very clear to Severus what she wanted from him. And he hadn't denied his attraction towards her when she confronted him about it. But why hadn't he ever made a move if he felt how she suspected? Why hadn't he accepted her offer straight away? And why was he refusing her now?
None of it seemed to add up.
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BOTTLE FAME, BREW GLORY: Frock Coat with or without Cape? [2/2]
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BOTTLE FAME, BREW GLORY: Frock Coat with or without Cape? [1/2]
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Would any of you guys like me to have a go at tackling this? Providing that I finish Snapetober first of course.
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Attention Snapedom! The holiday season is almost upon us and we’re inviting everyone to partake in a holiday fest! A perfect chance to revel in headcanons, have Severus demonstrate your favourite traditions, and share the holiday spirit with all of us! Winter holidays of all religions and nations are welcome and encouraged!
How it works:
Art, writing, headcanons, meta – we’d love to share all of your creations with the rest of the fandom. In order to help spark the inspiration, we’ve chosen a theme for each of the four weeks leading up to Christmas: ‘Light over Darkness’, ‘Snowfall’, ‘A Cosy Feeling’, and ‘Celebration’. We’ve also included 7 prompts for each week. You can combine several of them in one piece, skip the ones that don’t inspire you, or even create multiple works for a single prompt!
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Don’t worry about tackling the themes in order, or about being late. In fact, if you have older winter-related works you’d like to show the Snapedom again, go ahead and send them in! Either submit the post to our blog, or tag your own post using #snolidays2021 and #snapecelebration.
We know the holidays can be stressful, so we emphasise that we want this to be chill and fun!
Don’t be shy about sending us any questions or requests you might have regarding the event. Many thanks to @myobscureimaginarium​ for the beautiful graphic design and for co-running the fest, and to @suffer-my-displeasure​ for the festively grumpy avatar art! 💚 Happy Holidays!
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The Dark Mark
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader Rating: 😠 Request: @kylosbitch ‘Hii! Can I request 28, 16, 17 from the Angst list? I ADORE YOUR WRITING!đŸ„°â€™
@purpledragonturtles ‘Hi! I really appreciate your writing. I read on your bio that request are open, could I request Kiss scenarios number 10 or Angst number 16? Your pick obviouslyđŸ„° Thank you so much💚’
A/N: Thank you both so much for your requests, they both chose the same prompt so I just decided to double up as I have also already done Kiss Scenario 10 here. It's just a little One shot/ dialogue piece but I hope you like it. Thanks for your patience
Warnings:  Angst. Mentions of death, murder and torture.
Word Count: 639
Credits to Gif Creator.
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The dark mark stared back at her; the stark contrast of jet-black ink against the deathly pale skin of his forearm was a shocking sight to behold.
Severus had finally chosen to reveal his dark, sordid past to his girlfriend y/n after a few months of dating, he figured if he was going to propose to her, she deserved to know the worst of him.
Removing the glamour charm from his arm had been the easy part, confessing the details of his allegiance to the dark lord was harder to articulate.
She stared at the exposed area of his arm; his usual black sleeve had been rolled up to allow her a full view of the monstrosity. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, that was, what little she actually heard of his excuses before her brain completely shut down. Her mind went blank, her vision grew fuzzy, her hearing faded to a low muffle and her body turned completely numb to all movement and feeling.
There was only one thought on her mind.
Had he been there the night they died?
It was Voldemort’s followers, the Death Eaters, who had been responsible for the murder of her entire family, along with many others. Tortured to a fate worse than death, the Death Eaters bled them dry of every scrap of information they had regarding Albus Dumbledore, until finally allowing them the kindness of death. Her mother, father, sister and unborn niece were all killed in a single night. Everyone she had on this Earth, gone.
“Were you there.” Y/n managed to squeak out, her throat scratchy from the lack of moisture. “Were you there when they killed my family?”
Severus could only nod in return.
“Did you kill you them?”
Severus wanted to say no. He wanted to tell her he had nothing to do with it, that he never laid a finger on them, but he had to be honest.
“Truthfully
? I have no idea.” And it was true. The young Severus had blocked out the faces of those he had killed in cold blood, his way of coping, forgetting that they were real people with real lives. He truly had no idea who had suffered at his hands during Voldemort’s rise to power.
“Billions of people in the world, and I choose you.” Y/n sobbed, bringing her hands to her face. “How stupid was that.”
She was in such a complete state of shock, she practically burst out laughing. But the look on her face said she found nothing about this funny.
“You don’t mean that.” Severus whispered hoarsely.
“Don’t I?” The pale blue eyes that once sparkled in her head had turned grey, cold and lifeless. The last spark of joy she had held onto all these years had finally flickered out. All light extinguished.
“Please, that wasn’t me. I’m a different man now.” Severus begged, trying to make her understand.
“Don’t give me that.” She spat. “You can’t erase what you’ve done, all those people, those families who suffered because of you. You might have forgiven yourself for your past mistakes, but not everyone has that luxury.”
Severus dropped to his knees, ashamed.
“I love you, y/n, that hasn’t changed.”
“But I have.” She turned her back, refusing to look at him. “I don’t love you anymore.”
“Please, don’t do this.” A stream of tears ran down Severus’ cheek.
His tainted arm reached out to stop her from leaving. She winced, shoving him violently away from her.
Y/n turned back as she reached the door, staring down at him, a crumpled mess of black fabric sprawled pathetically on the floor.
“I don’t ever want to see you again. Get out of my life!” She yelled.
The slamming of the door emphasised the finality of her words which echoed around the room, consuming Severus whole.
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DAY 9 - The Bookshop
Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader (Platonic)
Rating: đŸ˜ đŸ„°
Prompt: Old Books
Request: @strawberryshortcake1
‘I was wondering if you could do a head cannon where snape and student reader are best friends. You can do it whenever you want!! But plz tag me <3’
A/N: Day 9 of Snapetober. Doing a little something different and using one of my requests along with a prompt. It didn't say whether it was Professor Snape or young Snape but since they specified student I went with Prof Snape. Headcannons aren't really my thing so I just done a lil one shot, hope you still like it!
Warnings:  n/a
Word Count: 1618
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The harmonious chime of the hanging doorbell was like music to Severus’ ears upon entering the oh so familiar, though slightly ancient bookshop. The warm aroma of the shop engulfed him like a warm hug, and suddenly he felt home.
Ever since he first stumbled into the shop at the young age of 12 Snape had been welcomed with open arms by both the owners and the promise of solitude form the outside world.
Despite the many times he frequented the shop he had rarely encountered another human being, and never any that he knew. Sometimes Severus wondered how the place was still running giving how little business it seemed to drive in. But he appreciated the peaceful seclusion and how old Mr Thompson and his late wife had treated him like practically their own son each time he chose to visit.
“Ah Severus, a pleasure as always.” Mr Thompson smiled, adjusting his huge circular spectacles on the bridge of his nose.
“Afternoon, Wilfred.” Snape greeting, barely bothering to stop to talk. “I’ll be in my usual spot should you need me.”
“Ah. There might a problem with that, we have another customer visiting at the moment.” Snape immediately halted. “She seems to have made herself at home in your favourite chair. I’m afraid you may have to opt for somewhere different today.”
“Is that so? And who might this bold young woman be?” He cocked a curious brow.
“A student of yours I’d imagine. She’s been in at least half a dozen times this month.”
Snape let out a low hum of dissatisfaction, venturing further into the labyrinth of bookcases.
“Y/n, isn’t it?” The professor questioned, recognising the student from his Advanced Potions class.
The girl jolted at the sudden baritone catching her attention., almost knocking the cup of tea from her lap.
“Professor Snape!” She exclaimed, clutching a hefty hardback novel to her chest.
Snape eyed the book curiously.
“A rather complex title for your grade level, is it not?”
“Actually, I find it quite fascinating, Professor. I like the challenge.”
“Yes, I have noticed you seem to be excelling in my classes. You have the potential to become quite skilled.”
“Thank you, that really means a lot to me.” She grinned, a heat starting to warm in her cheeks.
Barely acknowledging her appreciation, Severus disappeared into the shadows of the shop, losing himself in a jungle of paperbacks.
The store exclusively stocked vintage novels, and ancient textbooks which gave the whole place a distinct smell of musk, the earthy wood scent filling his nostrils as he took a deep intake of breath. The professor’s thick fingers bumped along the spines of the leatherbound novels, gliding gracefully along the never-ending shelves of stories.
Knowing exactly where he was heading Severus took no notice of the titles until he neared the end of the shelf. Slowing to a stop, his finger abruptly fell through a rectangular shaped hole in the wall of books.
Spinning speedily on his heels, Severus knew exactly where his book had gone.
Storming his way to the back of the shop, Snape snatched the book from the small coffee table in front of y/n.
“I was just about to buy that!” Y/n objected.
“The key word being ‘was’ I’ve had my eye on this particular book for weeks, I’m not about to allow you to take it from me, when you haven’t even had the good sense to purchase it before making camp in my chair.”
“Your chair?”
“Yes. For more than two decades I have been visiting this shop and sitting in that exact seat.” Snape enunciated.
“Can’t you just sit somewhere else?”
“I could. However, as I am your professor and that chair is positioned in exactly the right spot to shield me from the draft coming from the door while simultaneously providing enough sunlight from the window to perfectly illuminate the pages of my book, I’d prefer not to.”
“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to come back another time because I’m not moving. I was here first, and you have no control of me out with the Hogwarts grounds, there’s nothing you can do to force me to move.”
“Is that right?” Severus shot the girl a challenging look.
She replied with a simple nod, standing her ground. Snape admittedly appreciated her confidence, he had yet to encounter a student eloquent enough to stand up to him and get away with it. Having come out victorious in the battle for the book, Severus graciously accepted his defeat with the seat. Wondering across the alcove, Snape fell into a long chaise settee, shifting uncomfortably as began to read.
“I see you’ve been bested.” Wilfred chuckled, handing Severus his usual mug of coffee.
“Mmm.” Severus droned grumpily, eyeing the girl in his chair.
“I didn’t take you to be the type to give up so easily, you must be getting soft in your old age.” The pensioner nudged him playfully before disappearing to the secluded back room.
No less than half an hour later the shop owner returned with a large platter of cakes and crisply cut sandwiches balancing shakily in his decrepit hands.
“I thought you two could do with some lunch. I’d greatly appreciate if you’d be so kind as to join me.”
Severus scowled irritably, while y/n looked over apprehensively, cautious as to not piss Snape off any more than she had.
Struggling to hold onto the platter while attempting to fix a lace tablecloth over a small table in the centre of the room.
With a roll of his eyes Severus took the tray from Mr Thompson pulling over a couple of chairs from corner of the room. “Let me help.” He offered.
At risk of appearing rude y/n set her book down, taking a seat at the table, waiting for the men to join her.
“So, Mr Thompson, how do you and Professor Snape know each other?” Y/n asked awkwardly after a few minutes of silence had passed, nibbling nervously on the corner of a cheese sandwich.
“Oh, Severus and I first met when he was just a lad, barely even 12 years old. He was by far the youngest customer we had had in the shop; it was quite a shock to see him come back week after week. He never seemed to buy anything though, always hauled himself up in the darkest corner of the store reading as much as he could until closing, until eventually we turned this room into a lounge area for him to come and go as he pleased, it was my wife’s pride and joy, this room. We were so fond of Severus, just a skinny, lanky chap, my Marie was desperate to fatten him up.” Wilfred chuckled, his eyes sparkling at the thought of his wife. “He came regular as clock work, week after week without fail. Then as he got older, he didn’t visit as often, y’know as teenagers do. Until eventually he stopped coming all together, and after what happened in the Wizarding war-“
Snape let out a sharp commanding cough silencing the old man. The tension didn’t go unnoticed by the young girl, but she chose to ignore it, sensing it was a taboo subject.
“Anyway, never mind about that.” The shop owner continued, avoiding Severus eye. “He came back when he started teaching, that’s the main thing. And he still remains a great friend to me, I hope I can expect the same from you, my dear.”
“I hope so too, I do love it here.” She confessed. “Though I don’t want to intrude, Professor Snape seems quite settled in his ways.”
Y/n dared to meet her professor’s eye, silently requesting his permission to share his safe space.
“I suppose I can’t stop you from coming here, it’s a free country after all.” He succumbed. “And it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for Wilfred to have a little more company other than me.”
For a second y/n could swear she saw Severus flash a subtle smirk in her direction, thought it was quickly masked by his large mug of coffee before she could be sure.
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After a couple of chance meetings, followed by a few more not so chance meetings Severus and y/n arranged to meet in the bookshop every fortnight to have tea with Wilfred and read together peacefully. Soon enough the unlikely pair were getting together once a week to practice potions, each more challenging than the last.
Over the following months Severus grew fond of y/n’s company, growing accustomed to having her around as an acting apprentice. He almost felt sad as he would have to say goodbye to her as the year’s end approached.
A week before graduation Severus called y/n to his office for a final brewing session together.
“Before you leave, I
 erm, I have a gift for you.” Snape stuttered.
“You do?” Y/n asked as she poured the finished potion into an empty vial, taken aback by his kind gesture.
The potions master handed over a haphazardly wrapped rectangle to his budding apprentice. Gingerly ripping off the paper to reveal the familiar old book, y/n almost burst into a flood of tears.
“It’s not much. I just thought that since you’re graduating you might enjoy something to keep you occupied over the summer, before you become an accomplished potioneer.”
“This
 this is beautiful! Thank you so so much.” She gripped the book tightly to her chest, knowing to hug Snape would be inappropriate. “You really didn’t have to, professor.”
“Call me Severus.”
“Thank you, Severus.” She beamed. “Maybe after I graduate, we could become proper friends?”
“I think I’d like that.” He smiled genuinely.
~
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Amchoupiegirl Playlist
A collection of songs used in creator 'Amchoupiegirl''s Youtube videos featuring Severus Snape and Hermione Granger. For those who miss the videos and are in need of a substitute to satisfy their nostalgia.
[Feel free to leave more suggestions of songs I may have missed/ forgotten.]
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Amchoupiegirl?
Not sure if many of you know the name but if you do I need your help!
While I’m not particularly a Snamione fan, Amchoupigirl’s YouTube videos were so perfectly created that I became obsessed. For years her content had become my comfort videos (especially the preview made to commemorate Alan’s passing) and then suddenly they were just ... gone?
I’ve accepted that there’s little chance I will get to see these videos again, however for nostalgias sake I am creating a playlist on Spotify of all the songs used in the videos in the hopes of clinging on to the feeling of comfort that these videos provided for me (and possibly others too.)
So what I suppose I’m asking is if any one has seen these videos and remember any of the songs (and specific versions) please comment below or shoot me a message so I can add it to the playlist.
I will of course share it here with anyone who wants access to it once I’ve accumulated a decent playlist worth listening to.
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Tagging people I’ve seen on the amchoupiegirl tag, if you want removed from this post please let me know and I’ll get you off asap, I don’t mean to offend anyone.
@lily-mj-fae @haiky @littleone89 @dingowned @dungeonbat
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DAY 8 - Empty Bed
[Part two to Potions.]
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader
Rating: đŸ„°đŸ„”
Prompt: Emptiness
A/N: Aaaand she's back. Day 8 of Snapetober (yes I know it's extremely late.) As promised, a sequel to Day 7 - Potions, after a short (long) hiatus to deal with Uni work, and just general life. This is my first time posting smut on here so don't judge too harshly but I hope it makes up for my absence.
Warnings:  Smut. Swearing. Oral sex (female receiving). Orgasms. Nudity.
Word Count: 2581
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As always, Severus awoke in an empty room, alone. On any other day he wouldn’t have minded, he was used to it, in fact. He liked sleeping alone; never too hot, never too cold, having enough space to sprawl out as much as he wished, and no one there to bug him with their annoying sleeping habits, he was perfectly satisfied in his single life. Today, however, was different. Something felt off. The stark vacancy of the left side of the bed stirred up a feeling of emptiness in his core, mirroring that of the tousled sheets.
Sliding a large hand between the wrinkled duvet, heat continued to radiate from the messy linens despite the complete absence of a body. Peeling his tired bones from the bed, Severus looked around the familiar room, his eyes squinting to adjust to blinding daylight beaming through the gaps in his curtains.
Gone. The hastily discarded items of clothing that had been previously left scattered across the bedroom floor were gone, and so, it seems, were their owner.
A long and breathy sigh forced its way from Severus’ lips as he fell back onto the bed, a hand finding its way to his tangled mess of black hair. A pang of anxiety shot through his chest, his mind wandering back to the previous night. What did I do wrong?
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After investigating the Weasley twins’ claim that it was in fact Veritaserum they stole from his cupboards and not, as he had initially suspected Amortentia, Severus did not waste much time in seeking out Y/n for an explanation.
Not wanting to risk falling victim to another one of the twins’ pranks, Severus decided to hear the truth straight from the horse’s mouth before admitting to any of his own possible feelings. He sent an owl summoning the professor to his quarters immediately after the Great Feast, leaving no hints as to why he called for her so suddenly.
“Know what it is?” The potions master questioned, slamming down a small vial of pearly pink liquid, secured inside by a cork stopper and hard wax seal.
“I’m afraid I do not, Professor Snape. Am I supposed to?” She retorted, an irritated look of confusion settling on her face.
“Oh come on, woman. You’re telling me you never learned this in your days here as a student. Do not pretend to be so dim.”
Y/n’s face dropped at his comment, her eyebrows raising as she folded her arms tightly across her chest.
“I think you’re forgetting, Sir, that I am not one of your students. Should you wish to talk with me, for whatever mysterious reason, you are to do so without the condescending manner
 if you please.”
Severus settled into the seat behind his desk, dropping his intimidating demeanour.
“I apologise.” He fiddled with the vial nervously. “But you are aware that the potion you consumed did not match the effects of that of a love potion, are you not? That the only vial of Amortentia in this castle is here in my hand; you are aware I had you misdiagnosed.”
“You know as well as I how mischievous those twins are, it could have been anything, so what if you made a mistake.” She shrugged.
“But did you know, once the potion wore off fully?”
“Why does that matter? Whatever it was bares no relevance now, the substance has worn off and no permanent damage was suffered.”
The potions master felt like wringing the woman’s neck in that moment. It was like drawing blood from a stone just to ger her to answer one simple question. Her stiff body language and stern countenance told him she wasn’t going to co-operate quite so quickly. She certainty wasn’t going to make this easy on him.
“Veritaserum.” Severus slowly slipped a second potion bottle across the desk, this one empty. “A truth serum, if you aren’t already aware.”
Y/n’s eyes dropped to her lap, having nothing to say in return. However, the scarlet blush developing across her cheeks said it all.
A pregnant silence filled the room. The potion’s master waited on a confession Y/n was not yet willing to give.
“Just tell me
were you lucid?” Severus pleaded, his eyes staring, unmoving at the top of Y/n’s head. “While under the effects of the potion where you aware of yourself, despite having no control of your autonomy?”
“That hardly matters.” She shook her head.
“It does to me.” She met his eyes.
“I’m not doing this now. I have to leave.”
The young professor jumped up from her seat, stumbling clumsily over its wooden legs as she made for the door. Severus mirrored her movements, immediately darting out from behind his desk.
“Stop.”
Severus’ arm shot out quickly, slamming the door shut before she could get to it, his tall, looming figure towered over her dauntingly. Meanwhile, the fingers of his opposite hand curled tightly around the joint of y/n’s wrist. And in a single swift movement y/n’s body spun around, once again coming face to face with Severus.
Dropping her hand by her side, Severus begun to back y/n against the aging wooden door. The only sound filling the room was the echo of his shoes against the cold stone flooring, as he moved agonisingly slowly in her direction. Each step creating more tension than the last.
Y/n’s chest began to rise and fall with each anxious breath, the pace of her breathing quickening with each step he took towards her. Despite his glacial movements, the gap between the two professors had shrunk rapidly.
“Was it true?” Severus eventually whispered. He was so close now y/n could feel his warm breath creating a million little goosebumps across the epidermis of her skin.
She searched his face in a panic, still unwilling to admit to what they both already knew.
“Everything you said, did you mean it?” He continued.
Finally unable to take his intense gaze no longer, the witch scrunched her eyes shut. It was clear she was carefully contemplating her next move, there was no telling how Snape would react had she to finally confess her deep feelings for him. She was sure he already knew, how could he not, he wasn’t a stupid man. But the way he was asking
 why didn’t he just confront her head on? Her confession under Veritaserum was surely concrete evidence. He wanted to hear her say it.
But she couldn’t. She was certain he would laugh right in her face for having a stupid unrequited crush that he would never return. And if he had to tell the staff, or worse the students, she would be humiliated. But the look on his face said he was not letting her leave this room without answering his questions. Even if she wanted to her throat had become to dry to make a sound. Instead, she gave a simple nod; lips pressed tightly together, and eyes still squeezed shut.
She prayed that by giving him what he wanted she could escape his ridicule and return to her quarters to forget the whole thing, avoiding him for as long as they still worked together.
Before she even had a chance to open her eyes to brave his reaction, she felt a strong hand cusp the back of her neck, closing fully the gap between them, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. Their lips crashed together; his icy cold and hers red hot.
Practically gasping herself back to reality, y/n broke away from the professor, her eyes flickering open finally. Severus couldn’t help but smirk at the sheer look of utter shock taking over her face. Her doe eyes appeared even bigger than before, and her mouth formed the shape of a perfect ‘o’, but Snape did not miss the way her cheeks blushed bashfully, or the quick flicker of an ecstatic grin, briefly exposing her perfect porcelain teeth.
Without warning, y/n grabbed Snape by his collar, forcefully pulling his face towards her, hungrily capturing his mouth with hers once again.
Allowing y/n to draw him closer, Severus leaned into the kiss, gradually pinning y/n back against the wall of the dungeons. Outstretching one arm to the wall for balance, Severus allowed the other to feely roam y/n’s body, finally settling itself on her ass. Keeping a tight grip to his collar, y/n yanked Snape closer upon feeling his large hand squeeze her rear, practically devouring him in doing so.
The pair panted breathlessly against each other’s lips, stopping for a moment’s breath.
“I thought you hated me.” Y/n gasped before releasing a giddy giggle, placing her petite hands on his solid chest.
“No one could hate you.” Severus panted, his eyes settling upon her lips.
“I couldn’t stand to be around you when we first met.” He confessed, leaning into the curve of her neck. “You were so irritatingly optimistic, I thought I’d find you exhausting.” He began planting small kisses along her neck and collar bone, alternating between pecks and small painless bites.
“What changed?” She cocked her neck to the side, a quiet moan escaping her lips as he nibbled on her skin.
“I found myself seeking you out just to be near you. I couldn’t stay away.” He mumbled into her shoulder.
Y/n took his head in her finger, leading him back to her lips.
Severus’s hands found their way to the back of y/n’s thighs, lifting her up to his hips and balancing her against the wall.
Y/n wrapped her legs around Snape’s waist, immediately confronted by the solid form hardening in his trousers. Biting his bottom lip in pure ecstasy as she leaned in for another snog, y/n tangled her hands in Severus’ mass of black hair, losing herself in their passionate act. Severus responded by pushing his bulge further into her pelvis, causing it to twitch excitedly from the small amount of friction.
The pair gradually found their way to Severus’ bedroom at the back of his office, but not before making a mess of his cluttered desk on the way there, leaving a trail of clothing in their wake.
Now both half naked and substantially aroused, Severus dropped y/n onto his dark satin sheets, following quickly behind.
Y/n watched on as he crawled onto the bed, his triceps flexing boldly from his muscular arms, sliding into the spot directly above her.
He stared down at the half naked woman, her perfectly formed breasts bouncing in the cups of her lace bra from the movement of the bed. She watched as Severus lowered himself towards her, peppering her chest with kisses, causing a second eruption of goosebumps that night.
Beginning at her clavicle, Snape worked his way down the woman’s body, pressing his lips firmly against the softness of her skin before moving on. The anticipation grew thicker in the air the lower on her body he explored. It became harder and harder for y/n to see his movements beyond her heaving breasts blocking her view.
Neck. Collarbone. Breasts. Belly button. Stop.
Severus paused at her stomach, his breath deep and low, warming the area of skin between her hip bones.
Propping herself up on her elbow’s y/n strained to catch Severus’ eye. Why’d he stop? She thought to herself.
His eyes darker now than before, Severus raised a brow suggestively, asking permission to continue.
Y/n nodded vigorously, nervously biting the skin of her bottom lip.
Continuing to lock eyes with the witch, Severus ran a cold finger around the band of her underwear, the slight tickle of his finger grazing her hips sent a chill running up her spine.
She waited for him to remove the rest of her clothing, even adjusting her hips to help him pull them off. However instead, he ran a single finger along the cloth of her thong, the fabric quickly dampening from her wetness, exposing her sheer arousal. The small wet patch grew as he found his way to her clit, his rough thumb gently massaging the small nub, all the while maintaining intense eye contact with y/n.
Lost in his gaze and in his touch, y/n never realised the change in her breathing pattern. It was quicker now, more breathy, and every now and then a squeal of pleasure escaped her lips.
Turning his attention downward, Severus ripped the soaking underwear from her body, burying his face between her legs.
Y/n took a quick intake of breath followed by a long and throaty moan as she dropped from her elbows, collapsing into the mass of pillows at her head.
Severus ran his tongue along the length of her vagina, lapping up every ounce of wetness he had caused her to produce. He started off slow. She could feel every texture of his tongue as he swirled it slowly around the cluster of nerves, occasionally running it along the insider of her lips, until she was literally begging for more.
Though he had gradually begun to pick up the pace the change of speed felt sudden. There was an immediate change in technique that made y/n go crazy. His large, and extremely sexy, nose nudged her clit repeatedly while Severus suffocated himself between her thighs, his moans ricocheting through her body, stimulating her further.
“Oh fuck.” She cried out. His nose was hitting the right spot. “Don’t stop.”
Reaching her hands down to tangle in his hair, y/n couldn’t help but push his head down, desperate to reach her climax.
Severus hooked his elbows under her knees, lifting her hips from the bed as he devoured her hungrily, keeping a consistent steady pace that would send her flying over the edge.
“Oh God.” She screamed again; this time followed by a long whining moan.
Not entirely willing to let her off the hook quite yet, Severus continued his movements for a further few seconds. Allowing his tongue to flicker over her clit a few more times before finally coming to gradual halt when he felt her legs begin to shake.
Bringing the heels of his hand to his mouth to wipe away any excess juices, Snape broke out in a satisfied grin.
“I need you inside me. Now.” Y/n demanded after finding her breath.
Severus had her orgasming all through the night, in a dozen different ways, and a hundred positions, by the end of it she could hardly speak a word.
To be honest most of it was a blur to him as well, she wasn’t exactly lenient when it came to seeking her revenge. But the one thing he vividly remembers was the two of them falling fast asleep in each other’s arms, completely content to be together.
Just as Snape began to wallow in his own self-pity, it was in that moment he heard the hissing of old pipes rattle through the room. A noise he recognised as the very same which only occurred when the water was struggling to find the balance between ice cold and scolding hot. And then came the familiar squeal of y/n as she braved the temperamental temperatures of his shower.
Severus scoffed at his own stupidity, followed by a howl of laughter at y/n’s.
“Fancy joining me, now you’re up?” She smirked cheekily, popping her head out through the crack in the door.
Severus jumped from the bed, swinging the door open to its full potential. His eyes drank in y/n’s stark-naked figure, watching the fresh beads of water dripping from her curves.
“Thought you’d never ask.” He winked.
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Amchoupiegirl?
Not sure if many of you know the name but if you do I need your help!
While I’m not particularly a Snamione fan, Amchoupigirl’s YouTube videos were so perfectly created that I became obsessed. For years her content had become my comfort videos (especially the preview made to commemorate Alan’s passing) and then suddenly they were just ... gone?
I’ve accepted that there’s little chance I will get to see these videos again, however for nostalgias sake I am creating a playlist on Spotify of all the songs used in the videos in the hopes of clinging on to the feeling of comfort that these videos provided for me (and possibly others too.)
So what I suppose I’m asking is if any one has seen these videos and remember any of the songs (and specific versions) please comment below or shoot me a message so I can add it to the playlist.
I will of course share it here with anyone who wants access to it once I’ve accumulated a decent playlist worth listening to.
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Tagging people I’ve seen on the amchoupiegirl tag, if you want removed from this post please let me know and I’ll get you off asap, I don’t mean to offend anyone.
@lily-mj-fae @haiky @littleone89 @dingowned @dungeonbat
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DAY 7 - Potions and Pranks
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader (ft. Weasley Twins)
Rating: đŸ„°
Prompt: Potions
A/N: Day 7 of Snapetober 2021. Just a fluffy lil piece for you all to enjoy.
Warnings:  Mentions of using a love potion against their will, (magical roofie?).
Word Count: 1730
Credits to Gif Creator.
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Fred Weasley raked and rummaged through the rows of never-ending jars and vials that cluttered the shelves of the potions store cupboard, meanwhile his brother George stood watch.
“Quick, he’s coming.” The lookout urged, his tone a hushed whisper. The dungeon bat himself was only a few steps away, ready to round the corner at any second. “Just grab it, Freddie, come on!”
“Okay, okay.” The second brother replied, continuing to search the shelves. “I got it!”
Jumping out of the cupboard just in the nick of the time, brandishing his stolen vial, Fred Weasley took the time to celebrate his own handiwork, before the twin boys set off in the opposite direction from which their potions master was heading.
“Hold on just a minute.” Professor Snape droned, enunciating each word perfectly. “What exactly are you two young Gryffindors doing loitering around by the Slytherin dorms, not to mention
 my office?”
The twins shared a look of half panic, half menace. If Severus wasn’t a sceptic, he would almost believe they were communicating telepathically on which excuse they would use this time.
“We had a class.” Fred blurted out idiotically.
Scepticism validated.
Clocking the single raised eyebrow that meant Snape was about to dish out punishments if he wasn’t provided with a better excuse in the next three seconds.
“What he means is; we had a class with the Slytherins. Professor Y/L/N wants us to work on a project together, we were just leaving from a study session.”
“Very well.” Snape hummed, moderately satisfied. “But know if I find out that the two of you are up to something, it’ll be a month’s detention with Mr. Filch. Is that perfectly clear?”
“Of course, Professor.” The boys chimed in unison. Two equally large grins plastered on their faces having gotten away with the initial phase of their prank.
“What the hell did you say that for?” Fred nudged his brother. “Wouldn’t Snape just go and ask her if she set a group project.”
“Of course, he wouldn’t. Snape and Y/L/N hate each other. That’s what makes this prank so perfect!”
Later that day at the Gryffindor table the Harry, Hermione and the younger half of the Weasley clan all gathered to discuss their long-awaited revenge plan on Snape. No less than a month ago, the old bat took away near to 100 points from Gryffindor house because he claimed they were disrupting the Slytherin's Quidditch practice, Meanwhile Malfoy and his entourage got away Scot-free, despite the fact it was they who took unlawful control of the pitch during their slot in the first place. The twins had been working on a plan to get back at him ever since.
“So, who are you going to give it to?” Ron asked, fiddling with the precious liquid curiously.
“Professor Y/L/N.” George responded.
“Why her?”
“She’s always going on about how much she hates Snape. It’ll be hilarious.” Fred cut in, snatching the bottle back from his younger brother, concealing it in the inner pocket of his robes.
“Aren’t you worried Snape will catch you.” Ginny questioned.
“He’ll be too distracted to even notice. And by the time it’s worn off, he’ll have forgotten all about us.”
*
It didn’t take much to distract y/n early in the morning, she never was fully awake before she finished her morning coffee. Forever drifting off at her desk, doing laps of the room to keep herself awake and constantly forgetting half her coursework back in her office, there would be plenty of times to slip the potion into her drink unnoticed.
Just as the twins had predicted, right in the middle of the lesson the ditsy professor let out a sudden gasp.
“There I’ve gone and done it again; I’ve left the assignment on my other desk.” She face-palmed. “Give me a second guys, carry on with your work, I’ll be right back.” She called, already sprinting out the door.
“Give it here.” George demanded; a hand outstretched his brother.
Casting a simple levitating charm, George Weasley enchanted the vial to discreetly float across the edge of the classroom, slowly unscrewing the top, before tipping the entire contents into the woman’s mug of black coffee.
The boys exchanged a smile and thumbs up.
Mission Successful. Now all they had to do was sit back, and let their plan unfold, wreaking havoc in its wake.
As she always did during her free period on a Monday, y/n headed off to the library for one last moments peace before the chaos of the week to come well and truly set in.
It wasn’t uncommon for y/n to run into Professor Snape in the far corner of the library, he often frequented similar quiet spots as she, though rarely did either of them address each other’s presence with little more than a simple nod of the head.
As usual Severus sat in the opposite corner from y/n, nothing more than a large bay window separating the couple. To and onlooker the juxtaposition was staggering; y/n loved lounging comfortably on a large pillow reminiscent of muggle bean bag, sipping the dregs of her coffee while reading, Severus, on the other hand, perched himself on an old hard wooden chair, hunching over a nearby desk while he scribbled away on his stacks of parchment.
Y/n liked it this way. She could keep a wary eye on Snape out the corner of her eye, while Snape couldn’t see her at all unless her turned his whole body. The man made her nervous, she couldn’t bare to sit under his intense gaze unknowingly.
Distracted from his writing by the harsh sniffs of y/n, Severus could take it no longer. He spun on his seat, glaring down at the young woman eyeing the contents of her mug and subsequently sniffing it suspiciously.
“Do you mind?” Snape growled irritably.
“Sorry.” She shrugged bashfully. “It’s just
 nevermind.”
“Go on.” He pressured with a roll of his eyes.
“Does this coffee taste funny to you? It does to me, only I’m sure I can’t smell anything out for the ordinary.” The woman rambled, continuing to sniff her coffee before tasting it once more. She retracted in disgust, the strange flavour still dancing on the tip of her tongue.
“I am not going to taste your coffee.” Snape grouched.
Turning back to his papers, annoyed by the trivial suspicions of his colleague, Severus shook his head disapprovingly. However, the potions master within him would not stop nagging the rest of his brain to investigate.
“Come with me.” He sighed, piling up his belongs reluctantly.
“What? Why?”
“I have reason to believe the Weasley twins might have slipped a potion in your drink. I need you to come back to my office so we can figure out which one before the effects kick in.”
Y/n nodded vigorously, rushing after the potions professor hastily as he stormed his way down to the dungeons.
ïżœïżœTake a seat.” Severus offered, fetching his index of the Hogwarts potion inventory.
“Let’s get this over with.” He mumbled, running a large finger down the inner spine of the book. “I know how much you hate to be around me.”
“That’s not true.” Y/n confessed.
“I’m sorry?”
“I don’t hate being around you. I don’t hate being around anyone.”
“You can’t stand it then; the exact terminology doesn’t make much difference to me, frankly.”
“Who ever told you that? I don’t hate you Severus, or even dislike you, not even a little a bit. In fact, I rather love you.”
Severus’s finger came to a half halfway down the page. His entire being buffering for a second to process the witch’s blunt confession.
“Excuse me?” He scoffed.
“I love you, Severus. I have done since the day I met you, I suppose. I only keep my distance because I assume you don’t feel the same. And it hurts
 so fucking much.” She exclaimed, resting her face in her palms.
“Amortentia, it is.” Snape muttered to himself, flicking back to the start of his book.
As he reached for the antidote hidden in his apothecary of drawers, Severus paused for a moment, allowing his eyes to scan over the clearly very distressed woman.
“Humour me.” He said, relaxing back in his chair. “What exactly about me do you love?”
The woman slowly pealed her hands away from her face. While Severus knew it was all a delusion induced by the world’s strongest love potion, he saw no harm in prolonging her fanciful state to allow himself a moments pleasure, and feel like he was actually wanted for once in his life.
A wide infectious grin took over y/n’s face. Her eyes lighting up as she thought of all the things that made fall in love with Severus Snape.
“Everything, I guess.” She beamed. “You’re mysterious for one; that’s drew me in in the first place. Then it was your intelligence; I was utterly in awe of your genius the first time I heard you teach. And you have such a passion for potions and teaching, it was hard not to find you attractive when you worked. My favourite thing though is probably your sarcasm, you’re extremely funny, and kind when you want to be! But it often goes unnoticed because your scared people will see it as weakness.”
“Anything else?” Severus chuckled, astounded that her imagination had created quite a list.
“Well, there always has been something about your nose. I’ve always found incredibly
 sexy.”
“Is that so?” Severus smirked.
The look on the woman’s face could keep him amused for hours on end. She really was utterly infatuated; her wide doe eyes sparkled in the candle light, her cheeks had blushed a shade of bright pink. He had never seen such a side to her before, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon.
Shame none of it was real, Severus thought to himself.
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“Next time you boys lie to me it’ll be detention for the entire term. Twenty points from Gryffindor
 for each of you.”
A chorus of groans and whines echoed along the Gryffindor table.
“You out to remember, messing around with potions can have very dangerous consequences. Amortentia is not something that should be used lightly, you’re lucky Professor Y/L/N wasn’t harmed.
“But Sir, we gave Professor Y/L/N Veritaserum.” The twins chimed in unison.
The penny finally drops.
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DAY 6 - Hostage/Trapped
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader
Rating: đŸ˜ đŸ„°
Prompt: Hostage/Trapped
A/N: Day 6 of Snapetober 2021. So... yeah, this turned out a lot longer than expected but I had so much fun writing it I just got carried away. Honestly I wish I could have included so much more but I'm super pleased with the final product. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Warnings:  Kidnapping, torture, involuntary public indecency, mentions of rape and sexual assault, mentions of death/murder, Nazi-esq ideologies (blood purity).
Word Count: 3248
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“A month, Albus.” Severus raged, pacing up and down the length of Dumbledore’s office. “She’s been missing for a month.”
“It’s barely been three weeks, Severus. Give her time, she’ll return soon enough.” The headmaster replied boredly, his eyes lazily following the man as he walked.
“Time? She could be lying dead for all we know!” Snape exclaimed coming to a halt.
“Have faith, Severus. Y/n is a smart girl, I highly doubt she will have gotten herself killed so easily.”
“This is absurd. When are you finally going to take this seriously and do something to help?”
“There are more prying matters at hand. The girl can wait.” Dumbledore stated calmly.
Severus stood speechless in response to the old man. They were discussing the safety of a woman’s life, a woman who no one had heard anything from in over a fortnight and yet Dumbledore acted as if she had just popped round to the shop for a pint of milk and a loaf of bread.
Running a cold calloused hand through his thick black hair, Severus couldn’t help but feel hopeless. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips.
“Please, Albus.” He whispered. “She needs our help.”
Dumbledore took a look at the man before him. Exhausted, sleep-deprived, and weak. It seemed he was almost struggling to keep himself standing upright had it not been for his will-power and determination to stay strong to find y/n.
“Why this girl, Severus? Why now have you decided to care for her.”
“She’s a friend, Albus. Not only of mine but of yours as well. Doesn’t she deserve our help?”
Dumbledore paused in a moment’s consideration. But ultimately came to the same conclusion.
“There is nothing more I can do. The Order is already on the case, they’re trying their best to find her.”
“They’re not trying hard enough!” Snape roared, slapping an open palm into the hard oak of the desk. His face flurried a deep shade of crimson. His patience had worn thin.
Dumbledore blinked unfazed by his colleague’s outrage.
“We’ll speak again when there is more to say on the matter. But for now; go and rest. You’ll do no one any good in this state.”
The potions master did as he was told, retiring to his quarters for the remainder of the night.
A meeting commenced the following morning at Grimmauld Place to discuss any new leads on y/n’s whereabouts. Despite his dislike for the choice of headquarters and their current resident, Severus made a point to be there bright and early.
“Professor Snape.” Molly Weasley gasped as she greeted him at the door. “I didn’t expect you to show up.”
Saying nothing the professor made his way into the house, gently pushing past the red-headed witch.
The room fell silent upon his entry.
Previously hunched eagerly around the dining table, the members slowly straightened themselves to full height, curious to set eyes on the new addition.
“Snivellus.” Sirius Black sneered. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“The same as you, I imagine. Otherwise, I might be elsewhere.” He replied sarcastically.
“Severus.” Remus Lupin greeted with a less than willing handshake. “You are aware this isn’t an official order meeting? You are under no obligation to be here.”
“I am aware. I thought you lot could use my help on the case of the missing girl. Since you clearly haven’t gotten anywhere without it.”
“You want to help us find, Y/n?” Lupin questioned, taken aback by Snape’s apparent willingness to be helpful.
“Indeed.”
“Ah well, the more the merrier, I always say.” Arthur Weasley chimed, slapping an enthusiastic palm on the potion masters back, attempting to diffuse the obvious tension.
Both Black and Snape shared a threatening glare between them as Snape positioned himself across the table from his childhood harassers, eager to find out possible new leads.
“It’s safe to say the last place she was heading was Malfoy Manor. She was desperate for information she was sure the Malfoy’s would have access to.” Kingsley Shacklebolt explained. “At the very least we know she wanted to talk with Lucius according to the planner we found last night; they arranged a meeting at his home office the same day she disappeared.”
“We’ll send in a team.” Mad-eye declared. “There’s no chance of being discreet about this, so it best be a strong one.”
“No.” Severus announced capturing the attention of the entire room. “I’ll go.”
All eyes turned to Severus who had, until now, remained silent the entire discussion.
“I have access to the Manor. I know my way about.”
“Of course.” Sirius scoffed. “The ex-deatheater is still buddies with Lucius Malfoy, I should have guessed.”
Black stood to his feet, hands planted firmly on the table in front of him, looking down upon Snape who remained patiently sitting in his chair.
“How do we even know we can trust you? Who’s to say you aren’t still one of them.”
Taking no notice of the accusations, Severus gradually rose to his full height, towering over Sirius as well as the rest of the order members, and continued on.
“No one there will question my presence, that’s all that matters. We can’t even know if she is in there for sure. Why cause a fuss before we even have the facts? If I find her, I’ll get her out of there. That, you can be sure of.” He shot a glowering look in the direction of Sirius.
“Very well, it’s been decided. Severus goes. And we stay.” Mad-eye announced, stamping his cane to the ground, signally the finality of the decision.
It was agreed upon that Snape would wait until he was called to the Manor before searching for y/n, in order to avoid any suspicions from the family. While this caused for an air of uncertainty among the order, Severus knew the next Death-Eater meeting was no more than a few days away.
Storming hurriedly through the gates of Malfoy Manor, Severus found himself anxiously clenching a clammy fist together, the reality of his mission only just setting in.
His heart pounded hard in his chest, deafening his ears to the outside world. Severus hoped to God that he would find her in there; he didn’t quite know what he’d if he didn’t. Or worse
 if he found her dead.
“Severus, right on time.” Lucius smirked upon opening the door. “Please, come in.”
Putting that terrifying thought to the back of his mind, Snape regained his composure, reminding himself of the man he had to be from the moment he entered that building.
His face fell void of all emotion. His eyes darkened with indifference. He refused to let any feelings he had for the girl break his impassive façade.
Snape followed the platinum-haired patriarch down the lengthy hallway, the slight clicking of dress shoes against cold marble flooring reverberated off the walls, filling the corridor with their grave echoes. Followed by an eery silence abruptly engulfing the house as the flooring transitioned to a thick frieze carpet upon entering the drawing room. Severus wasn’t quite sure which he found more unnerving.
As expected, a room full of malignant death eaters greeted him, their cold stares boring into his skull as he took his seat at the far end of the table. The motley crew remained in silence, no one daring, or trusting enough, to start a conversation. They were all here for one purpose; to bear witness to the Dark Lord, to hear his monologue on the sanctity of blood purity and his means to protect it.
Severus, however, had different motivation. He came. He sat. And he listened. He took a mental note of every word Voldemort had to say, relaying it back to Dumbledore at his very command, all the while keeping an unsuspecting demeanour. For the destruction of the Dark Lord. For the protection of Harry Potter. For the Greater Good.
However tonight he said bollocks to it all. He was here tonight for one reason, and one reason alone; the rescue of Y/n Y/l/n.
A familiar tense atmosphere enveloped the room at the sight of the cloud of black smoke appearing at the head of the table.
A harmonious sharp intake of breath filled the room as Voldemort meticulously waved his wand, summoning the familiar body of y/n to drop unceremoniously from the ceiling. Coming to an abrupt halt a mere inch away from the pristine mahogany table, the restraints of an enchantment kept her dangling limply mid-air for all to feast their eyes upon.
“Ah. my loyal followers. I have a gift for you all, to display my gratitude for your faith in me.” Voldemort hissed softly, immediately cutting to the chase. A small murmur began to hum among the table, curious to see what the Dark Lord had instore for them.
His mouth upturning in what was supposed to be a smile, revealed a set of revolting crocodile teeth, reminiscent of that of Pennywise the clown.
“I want you to meet Y/n.”
Severus’ eyes quickly scanned over her exposed figure. Battered and bruised she hung there closer to death than Severus feared. His eyes settled upon her waist; her once pale skin turned a deep shade of purple, a similar constellation of marks scattered across her chest. It was hard to work out whether the bruises had formed from the tightness of the ropes binding her body, or from the harshness of Lucius Malfoy’s rough fingertips digging into her hips. Darting his eyes across the table, it was made clear the latter was the more likely option. A satisfied smirk was plastered upon the face of the older Mr. Malfoy, meanwhile his son fought back a flood of tears, distraught by the sight of the young woman not much older than he.
She had long been stripped of her clothing, her modesty covered by nothing except a mismatched set of underwear, stained by blood and dirt. Her bottoms threatened to fall off by the slightest of movements, held on by a thin stretch of lace, the rest of the fabric having been clearly forcefully ripped in a scuffle, the nature of which Severus couldn’t bear to imagine.
A thick, tightly bound rope prevented any body movement, except maybe the blink of an eye, or a wiggle of her big toe. Though it was clear she was too exhausted to do either.
Snape did not dare to move a muscle; frozen in fear that his emotions might betray his cover. The utter sight of her in such a state had Severus shocked to his very core. While he was relieved to see her still alive, he couldn’t be sure she would stay that way for much longer. Voldemort was unpredictable. Nothing could be ruled out at this point.
Allowing her eyes to flicker open for a mere second, y/n became immediately fixated on one man in particular. Struggling out a low puff of breath, she silently cursed at Lucius. Gathering as much saliva in her mouth as she could, spitting violently at his face.
“You Bitch!” The Death Eater yelled.
Wiping the spittle from his cheek, Lucius raised his cane at her; an action he had become familiar with over the past fortnight. Before the diamond encrusted snake head came into contact with her supple skin a quiet clap silenced the room.
“Sit down, Lucius.” Voldemort ordered. “The scum will get what she deserves soon enough.”
Allowing her eyes to finally take in the entirety of the room, y/n’s jaw fell open at the sight of her closest friend sitting opposite her abuser. She felt her heart drop and single tear escaped her eye for that was all she could muster due to her severe case of dehydration. The man she would have previously trusted with her life turned out to be in cahoots with the most powerful dark wizard of their time. In this moment she felt utterly hopeless.
“I believe we might have met before, yes, my lord.”
“You know this girl, Severus?” Voldemort interrogated, following her stare. Despite Severus’ attempts at averting his gaze, it was clear she recognised the potions master.
“It appears she has taken quite an interest in you.”
“Then will you be the one to do the honours.” A skeletal hand gestured in the direction of the woman hanging in the middle of the room, a chilling cackle filling the silence.
“My lord?” Severus questioned, finding it hard to swallow away his terror.
“A blood traitor, breaking into the home of one of the sacred twenty-eight in order to help on the side of Albus Dumbledore. This is a crime that needs to be punished to the highest degree, would you not agree?”
It was clear to Snape what Voldemort was asking of him. He had no choice but to obey.
“As you wish, my Lord.”
Severus rose to his feet, his aging knees threatening to buckle under weight. All eyes were now on him. As he slowly drew out his wand from the inner pocket of his robes, only one thought entered his mind.
You have to mean it.
The words echoed through his head over and over again, reminding him that if he were to cast the unforgiveable curse and fail, not only would his cover be blown and he would be murdered for his treasonous crimes, but y/n wouldn’t stand a chance without his help.
But he had to want to hurt to her, really want to. This was their only ticket out of here, it was the only way to save them both from Voldemort’s wrath. He had to do it.
Lining up his aim to match the height of the dangling girl, Severus prepared himself to cast the curse.
“No. Severus Please!” She cried out, her eyes meeting his.
Tears flooded from her eyes, her bottom lip trembling violently as she struggled pathetically to escape her bonds.
“Please, don’t do this.” She begged, trying to find a shred of compassion behind his cold, dark eyes.
Severus wanted desperately to look away, he couldn’t face watching himself torture an innocent woman. But it was the least he could do. If she were to suffer by his hand, he must bear witness to her persecution.
“Crucio.”
A beam of neon light shot out of Severus’ wand, hitting the centre of y/n’s chest, refracting out in a lightening-esq pattern. A gut-wrenching shriek forced its way out from y/n’s lips, as she writhed sporadically in the air, gasping for single breath. Her long nails cut crescent moons into the palm of her hands, as she clenched her first so hard she broke through the skin, releasing small droplets of blood running down her wrists. Her nails threatening to crack from the sheer pressure of her grasp
Severus held out until he knew she could bare it no longer. Until her screams disappeared, into nothing more than a scratchy breath; her voice running hoarse and dry. Moments later her body went limp, unable to struggle a second more.
The light returned to the tip of Snape’s wand. The room erupting in a ruckus of applause and boisterous jeers. A celebration of Severus’ violent act, and his display of loyalty to the Dark Lord.
“Well done, Severus.” Voldemort congratulated. “She will remain in the dungeons until the week’s end, at which point she will be executed for her crimes against blood purity. Do with her as you wish, men. I’m sure Lucius has already taken advantage of her in more ways than one.” He chuckled evilly.
A satisfied, shit-eating grin appeared on Malfoy’s face.
Snape couldn’t help but grind his teeth to stop from lunging at the man he once called friend. He could kill him for what he did to y/n, his blood boiled at the mere thought of it. But right now, Severus was no better than Lucius in her eyes. He had betrayed her more than anyone else could.
The Potions Master hung around Malfoy Manor until long after the Dark Lord had gone, using his friendship with Lucius as a guise for his rescue mission. Managing to stay without any suspicion due to the numerous sleaze bags hovering in the hall ways, debating about who got first ‘go’ at y/n.
While Snape couldn’t bare the thought of being in the same room as them, let alone Lucius Malfoy, he forced himself to converse as usual, for y/n’s sake.
Retiring to the lounge for a glass of whiskey and a cigar, the two former Slytherins pulled up a chair by the fire, discussing their lives, catching up like two old friends would.
The click of the door caught y/n’s attention. A pang of shock and fear rippling through her body. Gathering what little strength she had left, y/n lifted her head from the cold concrete floor, wanting to catch a glimpse of her torturer before she was used and abused to the point where she craved only death.
The familiar silhouette of Severus Snape illuminated in the doorway, bringing with it the only source of light to the dingy ice box she inhabited.
The heavy door slammed shut, echoing loudly throughout the room.
Severus strode into the middle of the room, getting closer to y/n with each step he took.
She wanted to scream bloody murder when she saw him, she wanted to cry for help at the sight of him. But what would be the point? There was no one here to save her; just another man waiting in line to defile her body, to take advantage of her in anyway he so pleased.
Severus crouched to his knees, allowing himself a better look at her face. Arguably this man y/n even more nervous than before. Why wasn’t he dragging her off the ground, man-handling her and shoving face against the brick wall while he pushed her underwear to the side for easy access.
Severus froze when he looked at her. Her eyes were tear stained, swollen and blood-shot. Her lip burst in multiple places, some more recent than others as evidenced by the fresh blood trickling down her chin. It was difficult to tell how many times she had been beaten, the blood and bruising across her cheeks almost indistinguishable from each other in the dark.
He reached out a hand to cup her cheek, feeling y/n flinch under his touch as his palm gently grazed his skin.
“Please. Not like this.” She teared up, hiding her face from her former friend. “I’d rather die.”
Severus instantly retracted his hand, watching on silently as the woman panted distraughtly into the palms of her hands.
“Just kill me, please.” She begged; her voice louder than he had ever heard before.
“I’m not going to do that.” He promised. “I’m not going to hurt you in any way. Not anymore. Not now. Not ever.”
Y/n held her breath, not quite understanding what was happening.
“Look at me.” Severus asked, peeling her moist hands away from her face.
Though still trembling from the torture she had endured, y/n heard Snape out, almost willing to trust that he was telling the truth.
Tucking a limp strand of her matted hair behind her ear, he took y/n’s chin between his fingers, encouraging her to meet his eyes.
Y/n responded with a single nod, reaching across to place a weak hand in his.
“I’m going to get you out of here.” He promised, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
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DAY 5 - Occu-pied Orchard
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader
Rating: đŸ˜ đŸ„°
Prompt: Apple Orchard
A/N: Day 5 of Snapetober 2021. So sorry for the late upload everyone! To be completely honest I found this prompt incredibly hard to get started, but I suppose I am pretty happy with how it turned out in the end. And now I'm completely in love with the idea that Hogwarts has a huge orchard hidden somewhere in the grounds.
Warnings:  Kinda Angsty with a fluffy ending.
Word Count: 2252
Credits to Gif Creator.
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The Hogwarts orchard had never been the most popular attraction among the students. I mean, why would it? They sit down to a full feast every meal and have a world of magic at their fingertips; who cares about a few apple and pear trees.
Which was undoubtedly the reason Severus Snape had taken to using it as his own personal sanctuary; First discovering it in his third year, the man continues to visit it even now in his years as a professor. It was the perfect refuge from the hordes of troublesome teenagers who persistently infest the castle grounds. His personal safe haven to escape the world.
It had been on very rare occasions had he ever bumped into another human amidst the labyrinth of fruit, the continuous rows of trees often successfully hiding Severus as he perched comfortably on an old tree stump. Even then the few passers-by had always chosen not to acknowledge the man with his large hooked nose stuck deep in the pages of a good book, clearly lost to a world other than this.
Which is why it came as a rather unwelcome shock to him, when not only was his preferred corner of the orchard invaded by an unfamiliar young woman, but she had the audacity to actually speak to him!
Though her initial presence did not go unnoticed by Severus, he elected to ignore her. Keeping his eyes transfixed on the pages in front of him though all the while secretly wishing she would hurry up and leave.
A quarter of an hour had passed and still Severus had paid her no attention, despite the fact her annoyingly cheery humming had long began to grate on his nerves.
How long does it take to fill a basket with fruit? He huffed to himself, completely distracted by the woman dancing up and down the line of trees, occasionally reaching up to pick a single apple.
Averting his gaze back once again to his book, Snape let out an exaggerated sigh, aggressively flipping the thin paper page of his novel.
As if she had only just been made aware of his existence the stranger waved politely in his direction, greeting him with a quick “hello”.
Rolling his eyes and turning up his nose, Severus hunched over further on his stool, making it clear he did not want to be acknowledged.
A further ten minutes passed, and once again the woman’s presence was causing even more disruption than before.
Huffing and panting could be heard from slightly further down the orchard as the witch jumped repeatedly in an attempt to snatch another apple from the tree, failing miserably every time.
Eventually giving up on her own body’s capabilities, she sought help from a nearby stranger.
Severus ignored her first request for help. Hoping if she would give up after her first try.
No such thing happened. Instead, the woman continued to call for help, knowing Severus would be tall enough to fulfil her request.
Just as determined as she, Snape persisted to ignore her. Until finally he could deny her no longer. The petite woman stormed her way back up the path, stopping no further than the tip of Severus’ toes. There was no way he could pretend he couldn’t hear her now.
“Yes?” He questioned, feigning ignorance.
“Could you be so kind, Sir, as to help me fetch an apple from the tree down there.” She smiled, but it was clear her once genuine gleefulness had quickly worn away, and was now replaced by a bitter imitation of the emotion.
Slamming his book shut, Snape turned reluctantly to face the woman. And in once swift movement he rose to his feet, towering over her intimidatingly.
“If you hadn’t noticed, I am trying to read here, and have been for the past half hour, despite your constant disruptions.”
Standing up straight, the young woman refused to cower under his stern gaze.
“I am aware. I am also aware that this orchard is a public area, or please correct me if I am wrong?”
Severus remained silent. Averting his eyes from her equally intense stare.
“I am simply asking for hand in picking one single piece of fruit. If that simple request proves too difficult for a man like you, then I am happy to go elsewhere to find the help I need. However as that may likely involve bringing even more people hear to disrupt your reading, then I suggest you take that stick out of your arse for one second and help me.”
“I want to make it clear; it is not my responsibility to aid every damsel in distress who wanders into this orchard unprepared. Might I suggest next time you visit you bring a step ladder. Or perhaps, do what everyone else does and use a spell?”
“Well excuse me for thinking I might encounter a decent human being, as opposed to you. I am not quite so idiotic as you may have presumed, I chose to leave my wand behind, therefore a spell, it seems, is out of the question.”
Grunting irritably, Severus silently accepted the young woman’s request, trudging behind her as they made their way down the path, allowing her to point out which apple she so desperately craved.
“Here.” He grumbled, forcing the fruit into the palm of her hand.
“I’ll treasure it always.” She beamed sarcastically, tossing it into her basket full of identical produce.
Without another word or second glance, the two went their separate ways; Severus back to his stump and y/n further into the orchard.
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“Who is that infernal woman?” Severus asked his colleague curiously, his eyes fixated on y/n as she entered the Great Hall. This hadn’t been the first time he had laid eyes upon her since the orchard. He had occasionally spotted her prancing around the castle, chatting merrily to everyone who passed her by.
“That, would be the new Herbology professor.” Minerva McGonagall introduced.
“She’s quite lovely. I hear she’s baked a pie for every professor since her arrival, it must be her way of getting to know everyone. They really are deliciously tasty.”
“Oh, aren’t they.” Madam Pomfrey cut in. “She baked me a cherry pie this morning. I don’t think I’ve tasted anything sweeter. It was utterly delightful, as was the baker herself.”
“I got Rhubarb, my favourite. It was like she knew!” Minerva beamed. “What was yours, Severus?”
“I didn’t get one.” He huffed through gritted teeth.
“Don’t be silly, Severus, everyone got one. She even baked Hagrid an extra-large pear pie this afternoon. You must have lost it.”
“I think I would remember if I were to misplace an entire pie, Minerva. I’m telling you I didn’t get one.”
“Isn’t that peculiar. I wonder why. She can’t have taken a disliking to you already, Severus. Surely not, she’s barely been here a week.”
“I think you’re underestimating my ability to put people off. It’s a lot easier than you think.”
For the rest of the feast, Severus sat in silence. All the while keeping a watchful eye on y/n as she took her seat at the opposite end of the table.
It wasn’t uncommon for people to dislike Severus. In fact, there were very few people who did actually like him. But to be singled out in such a way was humiliating. And he refused to let that wretched woman think she had won.
That evening Severus worked tirelessly through the night in the dimly lit kitchens of Hogwarts trying, and failing on multiple attempts, to perfect the most crisp apple pie, y/n had ever laid eyes on.
As the night faded away and morning grew close, Severus reluctantly had to settle for his best competitor, who even at that, was less than adequate. With a soggy base and a mushy filling, his 5thattempt would have to do.
Quickly dusting the pie with a mountain of icing sugar for aesthetic purposes, Snape made a move to evacuate the kitchen before being spotted by the house elves. As he reached for the handle, the door flew open from the other end, sending Severus and his pie flying. Although startled by y/n sneaking her way into the kitchens, Snape managed to skilfully save his pie, placing it back on the counter before anymore disasters threatened to befell it.
“What are you doing in here?” She wondered suspiciously, barging her way into the room.
“I could ask you the very same question.” Snape responded bitterly, having regained his balance and composure along with it.
“I’ve come to bake. As I have done ever morning since my arrival. I don’t recall bumping into you on any of those occasions.”
“Bake? For who. I was under the impression every professor in this castle had received one of your sickening gifts. Don’t tell me you’re going to start on all of the students now.” He scoffed.
“You’re wrong, I haven’t given a pie to every professor in this castle.”
“Yes, I am quite aware.” He muttered grumpily to himself.
Y/n set about preparing for another bake, all the while moaning about the mess Snape had left for her to clear. Meanwhile Severus debated on whether or not he even wanted to give her his gift after all.
“You still haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here?” She repeated, noting the potions master had still not left.
“I was
 erm
 checking the kitchen supplies. Sometimes they posses an ingredient or two I happen to be missing.” He made up.
Halting her tidying completely, the woman looked him up and down suspiciously.
“You’re lying.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re lying. You’ve got icing sugar all over you, you’ve been baking.” She accused, as if it wasn’t obvious from the state of the kitchen. Swiping a single finger across the breast of his undercoat, y/n gathered a small dusting of sugar on her fingertip, leaving in its place a long black void.
Severus struggled for words.
“Merlin! How many pies have you made? What are all these for?” She shrieked, noticing the vast amounts of failed attempts piled high on the worktop.
“They were practices.” He admitted.
“Practices for what?” Y/n wandered her way around the kitchen, turning her nose up as she came across pie after pie, all of them practically inedible.
“For this.” He whispered, revealing his best contender. “It’s for you.”
“For me? Why?” She eyed him apprehensively.
“Despite what you may think, Miss Y/L/N. I am not the type to burn bridges for no apparent reason. I simply noticed I was the only one not to receive one of your delicious pasties, and so I’ve taken it upon myself to make one for you, as a token of my apologies. I am not quite as disagreeable as I may appear upon first impressions.”
Shocked by the potion masters offering, y/n took a minute to let it all soak in.
The man she had previously found to be rude, arrogant and self-absorbed, had spent the whole night awake, for the purposes of baking a pie suitable enough to give to her as a gift. She looked around the room, truly appreciating his hard efforts. The sheer volume of pies scattered around the place showed his determination. He really was not the man she had assumed him to be.
“I didn’t leave you out.” She mumbled bashfully.
“What?”
“I didn’t not make you a pie.” She explained a little louder. “I had to use all my other fruit first since I bought them before I arrived at Hogwarts. I only picked my apples and pears the other day, of course I had to leave them for last. And I thought it only fitting that I bake you an apple pie, after all you took the precious time out your day to help me pick them. I was just coming to bake it now.” She stated, emptying her canvas bag onto the giant island table, an abundance of apples rolling around randomly.
For the second time that morning, Severus was speechless.
“What’s in yours?” She nodded to the haphazardly latticed bake sitting in front of them.
“Apples.” He said blandly.
For the first time since their meeting, y/n let out the most musical laugh Severus had ever heard. The harmonious tune filled the room, almost breaking Severus into a smile, but not quite.
“We’ll, go on then, let us have a taste.” She smirked.
Fetching a couple of plates and cutlery from the drawers, He served up a slice of pie for her approval.
Though she tried her hardest to have a positive reaction, she couldn’t help her face from giving away her true opinion. Struggling to swallow the mush and under baked crust, y/n chewed for a lot longer than necessary, working up the courage to gulp it down her throat.
“It’s
 lovely.” She grinned, though the twitch of her eye said differently.
“Don’t lie to me.” Severus warned, wanting her true review.
“How much sugar did you put in?” She wondered cautiously, putting down her fork.
Severus face fell; his mouth agape and his eyebrows risen.
“You’re supposed to add sugar?”
Once again, the woman fell into a fit of hysterics. Severus gradually chuckling along once he found the humour in it, despite hoping he had produced the perfect pie.
“How about I show you how it’s really done.” She offered.
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt to learn from the master herself.”
“You best hope it I just don’t poison it.” She winked.
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Catching up on the past few days of Snapetober with a cuppa ✹🌙
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A couple things I've been thinking about Snape and clothing.
So, I've seen some Snaters try to claim there's not evidence he was (physically) abused as a kid.
There is though.
JKR mentions Sev as a child wearing an oversized coat despite appearing to be hot and uncomfortable in it. This is a pretty specific thing to point out. Not the coat necessarily, but that he's obviously hot, and uncomfortable, but wearing it anyway.
It's implying there's probably an unusual reason for wearing it since it's not the weather for it.
Given the context she's most certainly implying that Severus is wearing the coat to hide his arms.
It makes me imagine that maybe mum's told him he's not to go out with bare arms if they're bruised- or maybe Toby told him, or Sev just started doing it on his own because he was ashamed of the marks, or because he's heard of other neighborhood kids disappearing via social services, or whatever reason.
My imaginings aside it's still obvious to me that pointing out the coat was pointing out a sign of physical abuse.
So the next part is about Alan Rickman stating he picked the extra long sleeves and buttoned up clothes to symbolize hiding secrets and that kind of thing.
In fandom Snape most often seems to be drawn in similar clothing. I've seen head canons also attribute his need to cover himself so thoroughly as a trauma response from James' sexual assault. I like all of these. They all make sense.
But consider- wearing long sleeves and a lot of clothing/layers to hide goes back even further than that. It goes back to wearing that big old coat when he was a kid. He feels safer and more comfortable wearing long sleeves than not.
You see, they've kept his secrets for a very long time.
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DAY 4 - "You left me!"
Pairing: Severus Snape x ExGirlfriend!Reader (ft. Sirius Black)
Rating: 😠
Prompt: Regret
A/N: Day 4 of Snapetober 2021. I really enjoyed writing this one, despite the fact it broke my heart slightly. Enjoy :-)
Warnings:  Jealous Snape. Lots of Angst. Mentions of potential fingering in public.
Word Count: 1904
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AUGUST 1995
NO. 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE
Harry Potter has been expelled from Hogwarts.
A hearing at the Ministry awaits.
The Weasleys, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alastor Moody, Mundungus Fletcher, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Severus Snape have all gathered at 12 Grimmauld Place in order to discuss the recent dementor attack at Little Whinging along with the return of Lord Voldemort.
The Order of the Phoenix has been officially reinstated and immediate action must be called for.
Meanwhile in her bedroom two floors up, Y/n is startled awake by the sudden and unusual amount of chatter echoing through the usually quite house.
Throwing on an oversized t-shirt belonging to her boyfriend Sirius, Y/n tiptoes out of her room to investigate.
Upon noticing the room was filled with mostly familiar faces she deems it okay to intrude and begins to make herself breakfast, barely acknowledging anyone as she does so. Afterall, everyone was way too preoccupied by more pressing matters to notice whether or not she was making a simple slice of toast.
As she danced her way into the room, only two sets of eyes fell upon her graceful figure. The first, belonging to her boyfriend; the man she had shared a bed with the night before and borrowed her t-shirt from. The second was Severus Snape.
It had been a while since Severus had laid eyes on y/n, though clearly not long enough. His heart skipped a beat seeing her scantily clad form enter the room, it was not a sight he was unfamiliar with but it was not something he ever quite got used to seeing. The pace of his heartbeat quickened, pounding so hard it created a ringing in his ears.
It shouldn’t have been a shock to him that she would be here. He was, after all, aware she had recently moved in with Sirius. But I suppose he wasn’t quite prepared to meet her again just yet, not amidst an Order meeting, anyway.
Luckily for him she took no interest him whatsoever, choosing to engage with only appliances as she begun making breakfast for herself.
For the next five minutes Severus tried, and failed, to focus on the topic of the meeting, he just couldn’t help his eyes from travelling up the woman’s long tanned legs that just couldn’t seem to keep still; seductively running a toe slowly up and down the shine of the opposite leg, threatening to expose more of her body as the hem of her shirt raised with her movements. Unaware of the torment she was causing him, she kept her hands busy buttering her toast, humming contently to herself as she set the kettle to boil.
It quickly became clear to Severus that he was not the only one who could not keep his eyes off of her when the shaggy haired marauder entered his line of vision. Sneaking up on y/n Sirius wrapped both arms tightly around her waist, pulling her back close to his body. Burying his nose deep in her neck, he inhaled her sweet scent before peppering her neck and collar bone with a thousand kisses.
Her whole body began to shake as she struggled to try and silence her laughter, turning around to capture his lips in a long and sensual good morning kiss.
Aware now that more and more people were focusing their attention on the couple, y/n playfully slapped her boyfriend away back to his seat, placing the buttery piece of toast between her teeth, leaving her hands free to pour the two of them a mug of tea.
For a split-second Snape felt a moment of relief thinking that she might actually return upstairs until the meeting adjourned. However, he was not that lucky. Y/n made her way over to the table, sliding her way onto Sirius lap, the two of them sipping their tea and listening intently. Being harmless enough Severus didn’t say a word, and instead chose to focus all his attention on the meeting at hand.
However, it didn’t take long for him to become quickly distracted as his attention was caught by Black’s wandering hands.
Snape noticed the position of both their legs had changed; y/n’s now spread open completely, forced apart by Sirius’ large calloused hands. Thinking himself subtle, he slowly allowed his hands to wander up her legs, travelling past her knees and along to her inner thighs, his soft finger tips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path. Grateful for the position of a conveniently positioned table and a long shirt, it wasn’t difficult to work out what came next.
Though he didn’t want to believe the pair could be so audacious, one thing he knew for sure was y/n was not one to frequent wearing underwear to bed. Seeing the blush run to her face, and the slight mix of fear and excitement in y/n’s eyes Snape’s worse fears were confirmed.
“As I recall this is a private Order meeting. Shouldn’t only official members be allowed in this room while the meeting takes place.” Severus cut in loudly. The pounding in his ears continued, deafening him to his own thoughts.
Distracted by his blinding rage, Severus hadn’t realised how unwelcome his accusations would be.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Snape?” Kingsley questioned, stopping mid-speech to address the outburst.
“Y/n is not authorised to bare witness to these conversations. Just because she’s Black’s girlfriend does not mean she gets an automatic free pass on classified information.” He continued through gritted teeth. By now every eye in the room fell upon him. But only two mattered.
For the first time since she had entered the room an aura of sadness washed over y/n, accompanied by a red heat of embarrassment and anger.
“Don’t be jealous Snivelly. If you ever find yourself a nice troll to date, she’d be welcome here with open arms. We’re not all quite so uptight as you.” Sirius chastised, removing his hands from underneath y/n’s top, gripping her hand reassuringly.
“This isn’t a joke Black.” The professor spat back.
“She lives here, Snivellus. I’m not going to kick her out of her own kitchen. If you’re uncomfortable with that feel free to leave, as can anyone else who objects.”
“Of course, she can stay, dear.” Molly Weasley interjected, rounding on the couple in defence.
“She’s practically a member anyway, we might as well induct her officially.” Mad-eye announced.
“Thank you everyone for being so supportive. But really, it’s no big deal, I’ll leave for now.” Y/n finally spoke, her eyes falling upon that of Severus Snape’s.
“Not on his account you won’t.” Sirius ordered, pulling y/n back onto his lap.
An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Severus considered his next move.
Once again Kingsley began to speak, silently declaring Snape’s defeat.
The potions master watched on bitterly with distain and his teenage rival nibbled on the ear lobe of the only woman he had let love him. Black’s hands ran back along the girl’s thighs, slipping with ease once again under her shirt, coming to a rest on her bare hips, pulling her body closer to his groin. From the look on her face, Snape could tell Black was more than satisfied by his small victory.
Immediately Severus rose from his seat. All eyes turned back to him.
“Kingsley, I expect to hear the minutes from this meeting at your earliest convenience, you know where to find me.” Snape stated firmly, making his move to vacate the room.
As he reached the exit, y/n also jumped up from her seat, however she was not quite sure why.
“Can I have a word, Snape.” She managed to stutter out.
Severus stopped in his tracks, shocked by her sudden request. He cocked a single eyebrow in response.
“If you don’t mind.” She continued. “Perhaps in the next room? That way this meeting can continue without any further interruptions.”
“Very well.” The potions master muttered. Obliging only to prevent more of a scene than he had already caused.
Hearing the door click shut, Severus was the first to speak.
“You haven’t told Black then?” He questioned, unable to look the woman in the eye.
“I haven’t told anyone.” She whispered, her eyes dropping to the floor.
“Do I mean than little to you? Am I so insignificant I don’t even warrant a mention in the history book of y/n’s partners and lovers?” He raged.
“You know that isn’t true.”
“Then why hide it. Are you ashamed of me?”
“That isn’t why I asked you here.” Y/n said, trying to change the subject.
“Answer the question.” Snape persisted.
“I’m not ashamed of you, Severus. I’m embarrassed.” She admitted. “I’m embarrassed I let myself fall so deeply in love with a man like you.”
“Why did you bring me here?” He questioned in a low voice, refusing to acknowledge her previous statement, for it hurt too much to hear.
“I
 I’m not sure.”
“I couldn’t just idly sit there and watch him do those things to you. It’s too hard, you must know that.” Severus tried his best to explain.
“Too hard? You left me Snape, remember that.” Y/n’s voice started to rise in volume as well as outrage.
“I made a mistake.”
“No. No, you don’t get to say that.” She yelled. “I loved you Severus. I did, truly. But you refused to let me get close to you. You’re the one who ended things.”
“I was foolish to do such a thing.” Severus face fell into his hands.
“But you did do it. And now you must live with the consequences of your choices.”
“What do I have to say? That I love you? That I miss you? That I regret losing you ever damn day of my godforsaken life. Because I do, It’s all true!” The man cried desperately.
“You didn’t lose me, Severus. You gave me up. You pushed me away until there was nothing left for me to love.”
“Would you forgive me and take it all back, if I promised I could change.” His voice returned to a whisper.
“I forgave you a long time ago, Sev. But you can’t change. We could never be together, not properly anyway.”
“I would do anything to get you back, surely you know that.”
“Stop it, Severus, please. There’s nothing you can say that will change what happened between us. I’m with Sirius now. I love him.”
A stream of torment driven tears poured from y/n’s eyes. Though she meant every word that she said, she hated the fact she had to say them to Severus Snape of all people.
The room fell silent.
Slowly the door was pushed open, revealing Sirius who had eavesdropped on the whole conversation.
“Get out.” He demanded instantly. “I don’t want to see you anywhere near my girlfriend again, you got that, Snivellus?”
Sirius stood holding the door ajar, waiting expectantly for him to leave.
Severus looked to y/n for a sign that she wanted him to stay.
A sign that never came.
In fact, she didn’t even bother to watch him leave.
She buried her face into Sirius chest as he held her close to him. A look of triumph evident on Black’s smug face.
Recognising he was no longer welcome in their home, Severus did as he was asked.
“I win.” Sirius hissed, just low enough so that only Severus could hear the true malice behind his words.
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DAY 3 - Pumpkin Patch Proposal
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader
Rating: đŸ„°
Prompt: Pumpkin Carving
A/N: Day 3 of Snapetober 2021. A little late being uploaded, but it is a longer one this time so hopefully you'll forgive me :-)
Warnings:  Some angst, but fluffy ending.
Word Count: 2420
Credits to Gif Creator.
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A proposal was long overdue on Severus’ behalf. He and Y/n had been dating for five long years at this point, almost going on six, and yet there had been no sign of anything of the sort in the horizon, and y/n was starting to get impatient. Over the year she had made it abundantly clear that a marriage and children were something she desired. In fact, it was pretty much a deal breaker. And while she knew Severus would need time to adjust to the idea given his traumatic past, he had never made it clear he was opposed to the idea. Thus, she had hoped that a glistening ring would have adorned her finger by now.
Severus, on the other hand, had made up his mind long ago about his future with y/n. Though it took a moment to get used to the though, it was true that Severus wanted exactly what she did; a wedding, babies, the whole nine yards. The only thing stopping him from making it official was how he was going to do it. He only had one shot at this proposal and it had to be perfect.
It took a year or so after physically purchasing the ring for him to settle on how he was going to ask her. This was it. He had no more chances to stall, for if he did, he might just risk losing her.
It was no secret that Halloween had always been Y/n’s favourite time of year (after all she was a witch). And the one thing she loved to do every year during the spooky season was to go pumpkin picking with her boyfriend, Severus.
It had become somewhat of a tradition at this point. The two would visit the biggest pumpkin patch around, take hours choosing the perfect one, then spend the evening carving into them, following it up with a steaming hot bowl of pumpkin soup for dinner.
This year Severus wanted to make it extra special. With a little help from Minerva (okay, a lot of help). Severus pieced together an eccentric looking picnic basket, filled to the brim with all of y/n’s favourite autumnal snacks, complete with a large patchwork picnic blanket to protect them from the cold.
“What’s all this?” Y/n asked, nosing into the kitchen as Severus added the final finishing touches.
“What does it look like.” He replied sarcastically. “I’m taking you on a picnic, duh.”
Hiding her bashful smile, y/n continued to absentmindedly braid her hair into a loose plait.
“And what’s the occasion?” She pried, willing him to divulge what she was sure he must be hiding.
“No occasion. I simply thought my girlfriend would enjoy a picnic in the field before our yearly tradition of pumpkin picking. I know how hungry you can get sometimes after a long day out. This way we don’t have to worry about rushing back.”
It had been a long time since Severus had been this thoughtful, and though he played it off as being for practical purposes, she knew really, he had wanted to plan something romantic for the two of them to share.
She couldn’t help but feel a sudden burst of affection for the man.
Without warning she bounded across the room, throwing her arms around his neck, expecting him to catch her. Caught unaware Severus’s hands fumbled around her body, before finding their way to her waist, pulling her in close for tight embrace.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She screeched, planting a series of kisses across his face, finishing with a quick peck on the tip of his large nose, before he released her back to the ground.
“Go quick and get your coat, now. We don’t want to be the last ones there.” He ordered, trying his very best to hold back his ever-growing smile.
Y/N did as she was asked, fetching her coat, hat and scarf, before pulling on an old pair of walking boots appropriate for the day’s activities.
“I have the perfect spot in mind.” Snape informed as they arrived at their destination. “We better get their quick before anyone else has the same idea.”
Although appearing calm and collected to Y/n, Snape was a ball of nerves and anxiety on the inside. Internally screaming that something, anything could go wrong at any second. Taking those thoughts as a warning, Severus tightened his grip on the handle of the picnic basket as it began to slip from his grasp as his hands grew sweatier by the second. In another moment of panic, he quickly squeezed his coat pocket ensuring the ring was still safely hidden.
“What are you doing?” Y/n asked, noticing the Potions Professor becoming increasingly more frantic, the paranoia breaking his naturally stoic disposition.
“Nothing.” He lied, dropping his hand back to his side.
Still extremely suspicious of her boyfriend, Y/n was not about to willingly drop the subject.
To Severus’ fortune, however, his secret was saved by the most unlikely ally.
A trio of redheads came racing in his direction; two of which ran off with his girlfriend on their shoulders, the third shouting rowdily after them.
A look of disgust passed over Severus’ face as he meets eyes with Ginny Weasley, he always had thought her brothers were too close to his girlfriend for his liking. Taking no notice of her former Professor the youngest Weasley ran after her brothers, fetching y/n from their shoulders.
Shifting awkwardly on his feet, alone in the middle of the pumpkin patch, Severus cursed the Weasleys three times over for ruining his day and postponing his proposal with every second they stuck around.
Having all caught up Fred, George, Ginny and Y/n all returned back to Snape chuckling irritatingly about something he would never find out.
“Well, it was good seeing you, y/n.” said George, pulling her in for one final hug.
“Yeah, we’ll let you get back to the old bat for your date.” Fred scoffed. To which he and Severus shared a look of utter distain.
“Let’s get going boys, I’m absolutely starving.” Ginny groaned.
“Why don’t you join us?”
All eyes turned to Y/n, shocked at her offer. It was obvious to everyone her friends didn’t approve of Snape, not that he was particularly fond of them either.
Unsure of how to respond the Weasleys hummed and hawed, trying to think of what to say.
Severus on the other hand knew exactly what, but he didn’t want to risk pissing his girlfriend off when today of all day’s he needed her in her best of moods. Biting his tongue in rage, he could only hope the Weasleys would be smart enough to reject her kind offer.
“Are you sure?” George asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
“Absolutely! We’ve packed enough to feed a village; it would only go to waste otherwise. And I’m sure Severus wouldn’t mind, would you?”
“Not at all.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Then it’s decided.” She beamed, heading in the direction of the spot Severus had picked out earlier.
It was true what she said, Severus had packed enough food for everyone, so much so the Weasleys all took to having a lie down following their feast, making themselves comfortable on his blanket. All the while Severus willed them to leave so he could finally ask the biggest question of his life.
Eventually he decided the only way he was going to get them to leave was to take it into his own hands. The night wasn’t getting any younger, and he didn’t have long before he missed his opportunity.
“Isn’t it time you all leave. Don’t want Mummy getting worried, now do we?” He sneered, having had the last of his patience tested.
“Severus, don’t be so rude!” Y/n gasped, “They’re my friends, they can stay as long as they like.”
Fred shot up defensively, his twin not far behind him.
“Yeah, Snape. We’re her friends, and yet we never see her. She has to spend every miserable day with you, why don’t you let her out of the cage at least once, allow her a bit of happiness once in a while.”
“Don’t you dare insinuate what I think you are.”
“She’s bored of you, Snape. You can’t give her what she wants, let someone else get a chance.” Fred teased, eager to crack Severus’ temper.
“You’ll never get a chance with her. She doesn’t love you.” He hissed, eyes darkening.
“Prove it. If you’re so sure, why don’t you leave. Or are you scared I’m right and she won’t come back to you.”
“That’s enough!” Snape yelled, pulling out his wand from his inner coat pocket, forcing it into the skin of Fred’s neck.
The young man straightened his back, showing no fear in the eyes of his former superior.
“Leave now before I do something I might regret.” Snape warned, his voice eerily low and steady.
Fred’s eyes darted behind Snape, looking between his siblings and y/n.
“I think you should go.” Y/n whispered, agreeing with her boyfriend.
Saying nothing Fred apparated from the site. His brother’s and sister following at his heels.
“We couldn’t just have a peaceful picnic with my friends, could we?” Y/n yelled angrily wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“How can I be civil towards them, when that is what they think of me? Not the mention the fact one of them has been in love with you since the moment you met and yet you continue to be his friend.”
“His friend, Severus, nothing more. And what does it matter what he thinks of me anyway. I love you, Severus! Not him!”
Severus fell silent, ashamed of his words and actions. He knew he was wrong for not trusting Y/n, he shouldn’t have let the boy get into his head. But already he was already so stressed that things might go wrong today that when his plans became completely ruined, he couldn’t help but lose his cool.
“I’m sorry.” Severus whispered. “I can make it up to you. We can salvage the day, we still have to pick our pumpkins, after all.”
From the moment the Weasleys had intruded on his picnic he had been hatching a new plan, and this time he wasn’t going to let anyone get in the way.
“Fine. Let just pick one and get out of here.” Y/n sighed.
What seemed like hours later Y/n sat perched on a tree stump, cradling her pumpkin while she watched her boyfriend scan the entire pumpkin patch, still yet to chose his.
“What are you doing, Severus? Come on and just pick one, it’s time to go!”
“Not yet.” He demanded.
“It’s just a pumpkin, they’re all fine, just choose one so we can get out of here.” She whined.
“Just one more minute, it has to be perfect.” He said, bending down to inspect yet another.
Utterly fed up with the whole ordeal, all Y/n she wanted to do at this point was go home and relax in a long hot bath and forget about everything. The whole day had not been at all what she had hoped.
After what felt like days later, both Severus and Y/n made their way back home, having been the last couple on site to purchase their pumpkins.
Though Y/n had felt the day was a complete bust, Severus still held out hope that his second proposal would succeed, turning the day around for both of them.
Having chosen the largest pumpkin he could find there was little much left for him to do. Besides, of course, ask.
Grumpily kicking off her muddy boots at the door Y/n trudged her way into the house, slinging her coat and scarf lazily over the nearest dining chair, before disappearing into the bedroom.
Severus regretted not having paid better attention to her mood earlier and now he worried that dare he ask the dreaded question she may be more inclined to say no after the day’s events. He had been too focused on making it perfect for him, he had completely forgotten about what would make it perfect for her.
Having set the pumpkins down neatly on the kitchen table, Snape set about running a luxurious bubble bath for his girlfriend, accenting it with many tealight candles and the odd essential oil.
“Come with me.” He said, peeling Y/n from their bed.
Doing as she was asked, Y/n shuffled her way behind Severus as he led her to the bathroom.
“Wow.” She gasped in awe as the wall of scent washed over her. “It’s beautiful.”
“Anything for you darling.” He promised, planting a small kiss on her forehead. “Take your time. Relax. I just want you to be happy.”
“Thank you, Severus.” She smiled genuinely. “It really means a lot.”
Meanwhile as y/n stewed in the bathtub, Severus took the liberty of carving out one of the spare gourds, prepping the pumpkin soup for when she returned. Setting out an equally romantic looking dining room, just as he had done in the bathroom.
When y/n returned looking refreshed and slightly pink in the face from the heat of the water, Severus could tell she was already feeling so much better now she was wrapped up in her favourite pyjamas and slippers.
“Now, are you ready for your favourite part of the season?” Severus asked gingerly.
“Definitely!” She assured.
While Y/n laughed and joked around trying to take her mind off of the unpleasant task of removing the pumpkins guts, Severus remained silent and concentrated, ensuring his carving looked completely flawless, for he only had one shot final shot to make the night a perfect one.
Both announcing they were done and ready for the grand reveal, the couple lit their tealight candles, placing them inside the pumpkin’s skull for optimal effect.
Slowly Severus turned the Jack o’ Lantern round to reveal the words ‘Will you marry me?” carefully carved into the front of his pumpkin.
An infectious grin took over y/n’s face as she too quickly spun her pumpkin around.
To Severus’ surprise the word ‘Yes.’ shone brightly in huge letters, giving him his long-anticipated answer.
Unable to hold back his sigh of relief, a nervous laugh escaped Severus’ lips.
“Well thank God for that.” He puffed, leaning over the table to present her with her diamond ring.
“I knew there had to be a reason you were acting so strange today.” She laughed, pulling her new fiancĂ© into a long and passionate kiss.
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