#anti Snape x student

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I would really love platonic mentor/mentee Snape and Hermione stuff but it’s literally impossible to find it without it being romantic or sexual 😭 like please I don’t want to know about him fucking that literal child

#anti snamione #Snape x student is only okay when I’m the student lmao

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i think he knows | theodore nott x reader

song; i think he knows [taylor swift] pairing; theodore nott x ravenclaw!fem!reader genre; not actually unrequited love, s2l, fluff word count; 3,1k timeline; half-blood prince warnings; swearing, theo's lack of communication summary; you had fancied the mysteriously quiet slytherin boy for as long as you could remember (since first year), and, quite frankly, your best friend was sick of you going on about it without ever making a move

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"wanna see what's under that attitude."

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Truth was, you knew you weren't special for having your attention caught by Theodore Nott. Despite his almost entirely anti-social personality and apparent grumpiness, many girls longed after him. You completely understood, of course; there was something enticing about a potentially misunderstood quiet boy, and the idea of becoming the one person they show affection to was self-indulging.

The fact of the matter, as your best friend, Cho, frequently pointed out, was that you had never even so much as spoken to him. You hoped he at least knew you existed, from the times you had been praised in class for your assignments, but you had no proof that he even recognised your face.

"Babe, it's sixth year now- that's over five years of you fancying Nott," Cho said as she caught your gaze lingering over to the Slytherin table again. It was your second day back after summer, so you had a lot of long-distance admiring to catch up on.

"Okay, so?" you replied, not even bothering to move your eyes away from the object of your desires.

"So, it's time that you do something about it," she continued, shovelling scrambled eggs on to both her plate and yours, "Do you really want to leave Hogwarts without any dating experience?"

You finally prized your eyes away from Nott, opting instead to meet your concerned best friend's gaze, "I don't think it's the sort of time to be thinking about dating."

"It's especially the time to think about it," she said, "Our lives may be shorter than we think they are - don't die with regrets."

You sighed, unable to argue.

"Plus, it really wouldn't hurt to have some positivity around here. You can feel how much heavier the air is than before."

That, you had to agree with. People were still laughing in their friend groups throughout the hall, sure, but there was a lingering sense of dread that had stuck with everyone since the Triwizard Tournament and reign of Umbridge, and it was only getting worse.

"Maybe," you finally concluded, picking up your fork to dig into your breakfast.

"You have nothing to lose," she added, "Your social circles are completely separate, and, you're pretty as fuck."

You couldn't help but smile at her compliment, "Even if that's true, I'm completely inexperienced."

"It's not that hard."

"Yeah, says the girl who had both Hogwarts champions drooling over her. No offence, babe, but you're biased."

"That could just have easily been you if you'd ever spoken to either of them."

"Whatever you say."

Cho sighed, deciding to not argue any further with you on the matter - for now.

***

It was amazing how potions went from your least favourite subject to your favourite after Slughorn took over from Snape. The lessons were no longer a fear-inducing chore, but instead a time of laughter and enjoyable learning: the way it should be.

Harry Potter especially seemed to be flourishing in the subject, much to the dismay of Hermione Granger, who usually took the spot at the top of the class. You were glad to not be a part of their constantly hectic lifestyles, although you had almost been when Cho had a thing with Harry the year prior.

Regardless, your main focus during potions was the gorgeous Slytherin boy who sat across the classroom from you - another of the best students in the class. Your seat was stationed at the perfect angle to sneak glances at him without raising too much suspicion: you definitely hadn't ensured that a few weeks ago during the first lesson or anything.

"Shit, I forgot the anjelica," you muttered to yourself, gazing at the list of ingredients in front of you as you had been wondering why your potion was a navy blue when it was meant to be a royal blue.

You left your station to head over to the ingredients cupboard, where you gazed at the arrangement before you. It was organised alphabetically, so your eyes shifted to the top left hand corner where you spotted the jar that you were after.

You stood on your tiptoes in attempt to reach it, but after failing, you huffed, going to pull out your wand instead. That was when a hard chest pressed against your back and a large pale hand grasped the very jar that you were in dire need of. You turned around quickly only to spot the guy you had fancied for an unhealthy amount of time - and his face was shockingly close to yours. His scent swarmed your nostrils, making your knees weak.

He raised an eyebrow at you.

Coming to your senses, you cleared your throat, "Uh, I need some of that anjelica- please."

His eyes shifted down to the jar in his hand as he stepped back slightly. The added distance meant that you could finally breathe.

Nott presented the jar to you, and you gratefully took it, thanking him in the process. As you went to open it and take what you needed, he left the cupboard and went back to his station, which was in view of where you were. You remained shocked for a few moments: did he not need some of the herb? His eyes locked on to yours from where he now was, making you panic and quickly depart the cupboard with the jar still in your hand.

Rowena, how did Cho expect you to ask him out when you couldn't even make eye contact with him?

***

The following morning, you were sat at breakfast with Cho and your other fellow Ravenclaws, busy discussing the latest ancient runes essay that you had to complete. Just as you began to discuss the difficulties you had with writing the conclusion, you were interrupted by the sound of owls from above. The morning post had arrived.

Typically, you didn't get anything. Maybe the occasional letter from your mother, but that was about it. So, you were mildly surprised to see an envelope drop in front of you.

It was a very small envelope: that was the most confusing part. You couldn't think as to why your mother wouldn't send a normal-sized letter, but you opened it nonetheless. Only, the contents of the envelope made your stomach drop as dread filled your bones and veins.

A tiny note was enclosed, that wasn't addressed or signed, and it simply read "I see you staring at me". Instinctively, your eyes looked up and over to the Slytherin table, where Theodore Nott sat, evidently having been watching you this entire time. His face was completely blank, until he arched an eyebrow at you - clearly a favoured expression of his - which made you begin panicking.

"Oh, fuck," you mumbled, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Only Cho, who was sat next to you, heard your profanities, and turned to you with confusion adorning her face. "What is it?"

You passed the note over to her, still gazing at Nott who now had the slightest of amused smirks tugging on his lips.

"Oh, fuck," Cho mimicked you, finally making you prize your eyes away from the boy, "Yeah, I see why you're panicking."

"This is going to socially ruin me," you sighed, "He'll probably tell the other Slytherins and then they'll bully me until the end of my school career."

"Okay, catastrophising much?" she said, gently slapping you, "Nott like never talks, I highly doubt he divulges his friends with personal information."

"Yeah, his personal information!" you whisper-yelled.

"I mean, maybe he likes you back."

"What?"

"He doesn't indicate at all in that note that he's mad at you for staring at him."

"Yeah, but, don't you think he'd go about it in a different way if he returned the feelings?"

Cho paused to think for a moment, "No, actually. Maybe he was pretty sure that you were staring at him, but needed to confirm it. So, he wrote that note to you, intentionally not signing it, to see if you would immediately look to him after reading it."

Your eyes widened with realisation, "Wait, are you saying I could have still saved myself, but instead instantly looked in his direction like a fucking idiot?"

"Y/N," she hit your arm, "I think this is a good thing. Try and be more optimistic."

"Easy for you to say."

***

You felt sick to your stomach as you arrived at your potions lesson that day, keeping your head down as you took your usual seat. Normally, this would be when you'd steal your first glance at Theodore Nott, but the thought of seeing his face again paralysed you with fear.

"Y/N, relax," Cho whispered to you, but her words were futile. Relaxation seemed impossible in times like this.

"Today, class, I want you to pair up with someone you don't usually work with," Professor Slughorn announced, "By that I mean, someone who isn't from your house and doesn't sit on your table."

You mumbled a curse under your breath as people began to move around, looking up to try and locate the nice Hufflepuff girl you sat next to in history of magic. Only, Cho had already disappeared to her side, and they were chatting happily with each other. Rowena, this was bad. You didn't have the biggest social circle.

"Excellent, everyone seems to be in pairs," Slughorn spoke, making you furrow your eyebrows.

Looking to your side, you were shocked to see that Nott had silently sat next you, and was gazing at you intently.

"Hi," you squeaked, flashbacks of breakfast flooding back to you.

He gave you a curt nod, and turned back to face the front.

You didn't listen to a single instruction that Slughorn gave after that, as your brain was much too pre-occupied with concepts of social suicide and humiliation. Was Nott just trying to torture you?

"L/N," a deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. That was it. The first time you had ever heard Theodore Nott speak.

You turned to him, only to realise that everyone was standing up and getting ingredients - had you really been that spaced out?

It must have been evident in your facial expression that you had no idea what was going on, because Nott opened his potions book and pointed at the potion that you were making. You looked at the ingredient list, but you couldn't say that you were actually taking any of it in.

Clearly, Nott was aware of this fact, and let out a small sigh that made you feel exceptionally guilty. Regardless, he walked over to the ingredients cupboard himself without another word and soon returned with everything you needed. In the meantime, you had snapped out of your stupor and set up the cauldron and cutting board. You didn't want him to completely regret pairing up with you.

What potion were you even making? You finally processed the words on the page: amortentia. Your eyes widened.

This might not end well.

***

You had never thought being a remarkable potion maker - who was collaborating with a fellow remarkable potion maker - would be a bad thing. It turned out that it very much could be when the steam from your concoction wafted up your nose, overwhelming your senses with the smell of intertwined chestnut and paper money. As if the faint scent of Nott that you picked up on whenever he walked past didn't make you nervous enough, now it filled the entire room, since you certainly weren't the only capable potion makers in the class.

"Alright, class, it seems that we have all about finished," Slughorn clapped his hands together, "And, now, for my favourite part."

You had a feeling you knew what was coming.

"Miss Parkinson, what does the potion smell like to you?"

"Uh," the girl flushed a bit, her eyes flicking towards Draco Malfoy, "I don't know how to describe it - clean, expensive. Like a really fancy fragrance."

"Fascinating, most fascinating," Slughorn replied, his eyes gleaming, "Mr Nott, what about you?"

Were you already about to hear him speak for the second time? He hadn't spoke throughout the entire potion making process, which, to be honest, you were kind of glad for.

"Coconut," he said simply, "And vanilla."

Your breath hitched.

You used coconut shampoo.

Your favourite perfume was a vanilla scent.

"That is most interesting!" Slughorn grinned, "It is fascinating to hear what enraptures you all the most!"

You didn't realise that your eyes had glued on to Nott as Slughorn proceeded to ask other students what amortentia smelled of to them until the Slytherin boy turned to face you and raised a singular eyebrow.

You felt warm underneath his gaze.

He smirked.

***

You packed up at the end of the lesson, preparing to return to the Ravenclaw tower until dinner time along with Cho who was still across the room. Just as you were about to walk over to her, Nott grabbed your arm and jerked his head in the direction of the door. It was a silent invitation to walk with him somewhere, from what you could gather. You turned around to tell Cho where you were going, but she had already disappeared, much to your confusion.

The first few minutes of the walk were in silence, and the awkwardness was killing you. It was only once you had emerged from the dungeons that Nott finally said something.

"You aren't subtle."

A lightning bolt of shock and nerves shot up your spine and made you stiffen up as you walked. You managed to force out a mumble of, "I know."

He shrugged, "It's cute."

Had you heard him right? No, you couldn't have. You just weren't used to hearing his voice.

"I thought you were shy," you muttered, but he heard and chuckled a bit.

"No. Just quiet."

You clutched your books close to your chest.

"You're shy," he added.

You nodded.

He chuckled again, and silence ensued for another couple minutes.

"Hogsmeade," he said.

You hummed in surprise.

"This weekend. Me, you."

Your jaw dropped - did he mean a date? A Hogsmeade invitation had certain implications among Hogwarts students.

But he didn't clarify, not once on the way to the Ravenclaw tower.

***

"Relax, Y/N, you'll be great," Cho assured you, wrapping your scarf around your neck since the autumn breeze was nippy in Scotland.

"I don't even know if it's a date."

"Of course it's a date," she shook her head, "Everyone knows what inviting someone to Hogsmeade means."

You grimaced, "I don't know if Nott is the most up to date with social norms."

"Regardless, he's not a fucking idiot."

You gave your best friend a small smile.

"Now, he'll be waiting for you in the courtyard, so hurry!"

***

You had only ever seen Theodore Nott in casual clothing from afar before, catching a glimpse of him before he disappeared amongst the other Slytherins. But, Rowena, you had been missing out on quite an indulgent sight.

How could a man make such a simple outfit of a knitted jumper and baggy jeans look so good? You didn't understand it, unable to feel anything but self-conscious in your own ensemble.

He didn't smile at you as you approached, but instead gave you a curt nod. And, as you both began walking towards the carriage, the silence was truly beginning to suffocate you. So, you reached inside the crevices of your brain to talk about something - anything - and finally landed on informing him of every little thing that had happened to you that week. It wasn't particularly interesting, mainly because you were omitting the details about him, but it meant that the quietness was filled with your babbling.

Which was how it went the entire journey to Hogsmeade.

At first you weren't sure he was listening, but when you paused mid sentence for a moment, he raised his eyebrow at you and gestured for you to go on. So you did.

"...and honestly, I don't know why Cho thought that was a good idea," you sighed as you both stepped out of the carriage, "She nearly set her hair on fire!"

You heard a small chuckle erupt from the boy next to you, making you look over to him in surprise.

"What about you? How's your week been?" you asked cautiously, nervous to see his reaction to a question that required a wordy response.

He shrugged.

It was frustrating.

You chewed your lip for a few seconds, "Look- I get you find communication difficult. But, please, I need more to work with here."

He gave you a surprised expression, and stopped walking, making you halt too. Nott looked around pensively, completely unreadable.

"Nott?"

He looked at you and scowled, "Theo," he corrected.

"Theo- what are you doing?"

Letting out a loud exhale, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the main street of Hogsmeade and to a more hidden area behind some of the houses. When you turned around, you realised that he was right in front of you - to the point that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face.

"I'm not good with words," he mumbled.

You hummed in agreement.

"I don't like talking to people," he continued, "But I want to talk to you."

Your breath hitched, "Really?"

"I'm not an idiot- I've known that you've fancied me for years."

You felt your ears heat up.

"But this year, when we started back, I-" he paused, trying to piece together the words in his mind, "I saw you, and it was different than before. I wanted your attention."

A smile crept on to your face as you gazed up at him.

"So, I know I need to work on being open - but I want to try. For you."

You don't know where the wave of confidence came from, but you found yourself pressing your lips against his and combing your fingers through his hair. He gasped at the sudden contact, but quickly reciprocated the affection until you pulled apart.

"Rowena... I always thought you knew. I can't believe I was right."

"Horrifying?"

"A little," you nodded, "But it's obviously worked out."

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written; 03/06/2023 —> 15/08/2023 published;17/08/2023 edited; —/—/——

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Treatment: Young Severus Snape x Fem! Reader

TW: Mentions of blood Summary: Your cousin, James Potter, gets into a fight with Severus Snape.

It's just after breakfast, and I am currently walking to the potions classroom with my friend, F/N. There are so many students crowded at an area, and we decided to check it out. This wasn't unusual, though. This would happen almost everyday. It wasn't rare to see this. Luckily, the crowded area is just near the potions classroom, so when classes start, I won't be late.

My friend and I dash to the scene and we squirm through the many students so that we can see the drama. As we did so, others groaned out a few words like 'Watch it!', 'Hey!' or 'Bloody hell!'. 

As I arrive, shock strikes my face and worries travel to my heart as it now starts to beat faster and harder than before. I bring my hands up to my mouth in horror to the sight before me. Two boys already bloody and bruised. One being James Potter: the charming and handsome, yet rude and mean boy of Hogwarts. The other being Severus Snape: a quiet kid who's a bit attractive, I might say.

I had to act fast. This couldn't go on forever, of course. I couldn't bare seeing the two young men fighting and getting hurt. My heart broke into pieces once I saw Severus getting hurt once again by this bloody Marauder.

"Enough, both of you!" I say as I step in between the two. Holding my hands up on both sides as both of their fists touch my hands. My hands started to become bloody as I do so. Their fists consisting of the red liquid as the cause.

They then slowly lower their fists. I look at the two of them in observance of their expressions, and they were looking at each other full of hatred. Darkness consuming their eyes as they do so. They were panting and blood were trickling down their skins and noses quickly. 

"Now let's get you both to the infirmary. Black, bring Potter. I'll bring Severus." I instruct and the long haired boy scoffs.

"Come on, L/N! They should continue the fight. I won't be following a woman's bloody orders. Especially since you are Potter's cousin. You're supposed to follow mine, and you're supposed to support your cousin! Not Snivellus!" Black says and I glare daggers at him. What he said is such an insult to me, and all the women in the world. He's acting like he's anti-feminist. All he does is toy with women's bloody feelings. Not giving any fuck about them.

"Do it now, Black." I order.

"How about... no." He declines.

"Do it now!" I shout out with fury filling the tone of my voice, and he immediately approaches James. Grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the crowd. I sigh out as it is tiring to handle stubborn people like him.

I then face Severus and I look at him. His face softening as his eyes become watery. Tears threatening to leave the place of his eyes. I look at him filled with pity. He's such a nice boy, yet he's hurt for no reason. He doesn't deserve this. He never deserved this.

"Let's go.." I whisper to him, but he weakly shakes his head. I furrow my eyebrows at him curiously as to why he doesn't want to go to the infirmary. 

"Please, Y/N.." He whispers breathily and I sigh. I nod at the greatly hurt boy and I take him by the hand. I hear gasps from the students around us as I do so, but I didn't mind it. I didn't mind his reputation, I didn't mind how much of a freak Severus is. I only mind his heart, his feelings... whenever he is happy.

We swiftly went through the crowd of shocked students and made our way to my dormitory. I didn't pay attention to class right now. I payed attention to Severus. He needs the treatment right now. He needs attention- to be payed with attention.

As I was pondering, and probably him as well, we eventually arrive at my dormitory. I open the door in front of me and I drag him in. Not even bothering to close the door behind me. I then direct him to my bed and I sit. Patting the space next to me. Signaling him to sit beside me, and he did so. He slowly approached me and sat. 

As he did so, I slipped my wand out of my pocket. Flicking it and muttering an Accio. Then, a damp cloth appears in my hand. I quickly place my wand on my nightstand and I face Severus. His lips slightly parted and his face relaxed. His eyes meeting mine.

His eyes are still watery. He didn't even dare to let a tear fall

I bring my non-dominant hand to the back of his head for support, and I slowly bring my dominant hand which has the damp cloth to the cut on Severus' cheek. I become hesitant since I don't want to hurt him, but I know it will get worse if I do not treat it, so I dabbed the cut softly and slowly. To my surprise, he didn't flinch. His eyes are still making contact with mine. A conversation of feelings between them.

I slowly continue to dab on the cut on his cheek. Moving towards the next one on his face after. Giving it the same treatment as I did to the first one.

I then move to the last cut on his face. The small cut on his bottom lip. My hand trailed quite slower and much more hesitantly to it. I shift my eyes to his bottom lip as I start to dab it. This time, he quivered. To be honest, he seemed rather different these past few days... is that the reason why he and James started this fight?

I continue to dab it until it was clean. I then lowered the cloth and placed it on my nightstand. I slowly turn my head to Severus. Looking at him in the eye once again.

"Better?" I ask.

"Y-yeah.. thanks.." He says and I slightly smile at him, but I let out a sigh after as I see tears filling his eyes.

"It's fine to feel sad, Severus. Let it all out." I tell him and a tear starts to fall down his cheek. His lip started to quiver a bit more and a gasp came out from his mouth. I start to think of a way to comfort him since I was never comforted by a friend... or anyone, at least. Maybe a few times when I was a kid, but that's all. I don't remember the way I was comforted somehow. Hence the reason I am now trying to think of one.

Suddenly, Severus leaned on me, causing my body to collapse on the bed. He started to cry on my shoulder, and all I could think of is to stroke his back, and that's what I did. I eventually cooed him to add to the comfort. 

To my surprise, he stopped quickly. He lifted his head and looked at me. Sitting back up with reddened cheeks.

"Sorry.." He apologizes.

"It's fine.. i've experienced what happened to you too, you know?" I say as I try to add to the comfort. I look at him and he looks at me. Our eyes meeting.

"Why me? Why not help James?" He asked and I sighed out. 

"You are nothing like James. James is charming, and he's my cousin and all, but.." I start. "I relate to you. I was like you, and..." I pause as I smile sadly at him.

"I love you. I- I have loved you ever since i've seen you. Even if you like Lily, i'd still continue to hope. Hope that one day, you'll- you'll notice me too.." I express as my vision blurs a bit. My eyes watery to the point a tear fell instantly down my face. I didn't break our eye contact, though. I want to look at him as I confess. As I tell the man my feeling for him, even if he doesn't like me back.

"Y/N.." He says as his hand travels to my cheek.

"I have loved you ever since. My heart beats for you, and you only. I liked Lily, but when I saw you.. I've known. I- I wish I could have told you sooner, but I was scared. Just like you, I suppose. I kept it inside me for as long as I've known." He confesses.

"Bottom line is," he starts, "I love you. You will be my first, and last love, only if you allow me to." He continues and I chuckle. Nearing his face.

"Always." I say and he leans forward. Our lips connecting. These little butterflies erupted in my stomach, and sparks enlightened the two of us. The feeling is so... good. It feels like whenever i'm with Severus, I feel loved. Whether it's raining sadness, or shining joy, he makes me happy.

"I love you, Severus. More than anything."

"I love you, Y/N. Forever, and always."

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 12

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Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

We stan older brother Bill 🖤

"You should have seen her, she was bloody brilliant!" Fred says excitedly from beside you.

"Yeah took her down like it was nothing! 3 blasts and she was gone!" George adds with an identical excited look on his face, his fresh mug of tea nearly spilling out as he raises his hands in excitement as he speaks.

"You were very brilliant dear," Arthur says, leaning down to press a timid kiss to his wife's blushing cheeks. The family had just recounted the demise of Bellatrix Lestrange at the hands of the Weasley matriarch and you looked up at Molly with a proud smile, in awe of the lengths she'd go to to protect her family.

"But you four, can you tell us everything now?" Arthur says, looking between you, Harry, Ron and Hermione. You feel their eyes flicking between each other and you but you don't look to them, choosing instead to look towards Bill who is already looking at you supportively, as if anticipating your trepidation at telling your story. He never knew much, only that it was the snake that had caused your anguish and your injury but you could always tell that he knew it was more, just polite enough not to pry. He offers you a soft, encouraging smile that you mirror, turning towards the others who have already begun recounting the tale.

There's a few interruptions from Molly, especially when Ron tells her about how he left the three of you during Winter as she leans over and hits him across the arm but you are hardly listening, knowing all too well that the part about Godric's Hollow will come up soon enough.

"Does anyone want another drink?" Bill says suddenly, standing up and interrupting Hermione as she begins to explain the decision to go to visit Harry's parents graves. "Perhaps we should offer to help get everyone home, get the Floo network going," he says after a few murmuring replies to his original question. It's obvious to you what he's doing and you shoot him an appreciative look, seeing him subtly wink back at you in understanding.

Kingsley had managed to get the anti-apparition and disapparition jinxes temporarily removed from the school grounds so that people could disapparate to get home, freeing up the limited number of other transportation methods that were almost immediately used up to get the younger students back to their families.

"Good idea son," Arthur says, slapping his knees before standing up and gathering Percy, who'd made a full recovery, Bill, Fleur and Fred and George to help him. The twins looks apprehensive to leave you but you pushed them off with a smile.

"Go, you need to learn a thing or two to fix ours at home," you said, playful sarcasm dripping from your voice. The floo network was tricky back at the flat and only seemed to connect to various places on a whim, like the moving staircases in the school.

The word home tumbled naturally from your mouth and filled you with a warmth you hadn't felt in some time, daydreaming of your large, warm bed with two indentical figures beside you. A proper hot meal, filling and appetising, a hot shower and a long sleep, all of which were very overdue.

Molly went to grab another hot drink with Ginny and you looked at your little team beside you, noticing that there were varying levels of happiness amongst them. Ron looked jubilant at reuniting with his family, as he should, and sharing your stories, filling them in on everything he'd not been able to tell them all this time. Hermione looked tired but happy, again glad to be able to explain what had happened, reflecting herself as if she was narrating a memoir in her mind. Harry, quite frankly, looked frustrated. You sensed the same frustration in him that you felt within yourself.

You slid over to him on the bench, careful not to disturb or shock him but just to offer a quiet comfort as Ron and Hermione debated what kind of dragon you'd escaped on during the skirmish at Gringotts.

He smiled at you warmly as he noticed you sliding in closer beside him but his smile didn't meet his eyes, only further proving your point.

"You feel it too don't you? Just wanting to get away, for some peace and quiet?" You asked quietly, leaning in to him slightly.

"Love some," he says with a subtle nod, eyes fixed on the table in front of him. Ever since you'd returned it had been a constant stream of people congratulating you, the outpouring of thanks and affection, spending time with the bereaved and shaking hands, especially for Harry who had been the saviour of them all. It hadn't occurred to anyone that you had all not slept, hardly eaten or taken a calming breath since before you entered Hogsmeade what seemed like days ago.

"You have your cloak don't you?" You said quietly, eyes flickering up to his as you waited for confirmation. "I'll distract them."

He looks at you very briefly with an affectionate and appreciative glance and you smile, tiredly, before shouting over the table to get the attention of your friend, loud enough for the people around you to take notice.

"Luna!" You call out, pointing with your finger out of the cracked, glass window, "wasn't that a Blibbering Humdinger?!"

There's a breeze that drifts past you and a warm hand placed on your shoulder for just a moment and you smile to yourself as you no longer see Harry, the cloak covering his form entirely as he glides through the hall without interference, able to escape temporarily to get some peace, hoping that you'd soon get the same allowance.

The Weasley men returned a little while later after fixing the floo and you found yourself unwittingly dragged into a family wide argument about where everyone would be going. Molly had tried to convince everyone to go back to the Burrow, to stay at least for the night to rest and recuperate but you knew this was a guise, that it would never be just one night. You knew that she wanted her children around her, you could hardly blame her for that after everything you'd all been through but you just wanted to go home. It had been months since you'd last slept in your bed, just the three of you and you felt yourself getting less and less reasonable as the hope of what you wanted faded away, though you remained silent on the matter.

Fortunately, it appeared that Fred was also just as desperate to go home as you were, having lived at Muriel's for far too long under Order protection, something he was very vocal about despising. He managed to talk Molly around with the promise that you would all go to the Burrow tomorrow night, spending your first night back at home. You tuned out the conversation out moment that she began excitedly planning what she would make for dinner that night, looping through everyone's favourite meals and how she could incorporate them in.

You tried your hardest to not be rude or sulky but the longer you sat there, the more irritated you were getting, desperate to be alone again or at least with only a chosen few for company, beginning to feel overwhelmed by the large group.

You were painfully exhausted, both physically and mentally, feeling like the months of hiding and fighting, every horror you had seen and lived through was now taking its toll on you. Your shoulder hurt again, though thankfully not like before. It was tender and sore, like it was beginning to heal and finally knit together. You rolled your shoulder subtly, trying alleviate the ache and found yourself standing and walking over to the drinks table on autopilot, just for something to do, for a little headspace.

"Tough girl," Bill nods as he moves to stand beside you, filling up his own mug which you noticed was far from empty, your eyes squinting a little in suspicion. "Do you want it numbing?" He asks quietly, leaning in so that no one would hear, looking pointedly at your shoulder, having sensed your discomfort. You immediately want to say yes but hesitate, mortified to strip down to your shirt in front of everyone. You look up at him and he nods, understanding your conflict, before shooting you a wink.

"I'm borrowing y/n," Bill says towards the group, most notably the two twins who had begun immediately frowning, "I'll keep her safe," he teased before placing his arm on your good shoulder, "need her expertise, not be long."

He doesn't wait for anyone to reply and gives you a little nod of his head to lead you out from the great hall, guiding you down the corridor, past Filch who had begun sweeping with debris and dust on the floor.

"You need to teach me how to do that," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around yourself as you fall in step with Bill, "even your mum never questions you." He chuckles with a little shake of his head, guiding you down the staircase with a gesture of his hands to allow you to go first.

"The trick is to be confident in what you're saying, especially with mum. Plus it helps to be the oldest, having so many younger siblings to look after meant that she trusted me more, didn't have the time to watch out for me too so," he says with a shrug.

"That must have been hard though," you say delicately, looking up as he pulls his long hair back away from his face. He shrugs again, his small smile still remaining.

"It's all I've ever known, mainly it was fine until the twins came along, then mum really couldn't split herself as much, if she didn't watch them for even a minute they'd create chaos," he says with a chuckle. You laugh, completely understanding his words as you twist around lower corridors.

"Still do," you joke.

"I don't know, you seem to keep them in line," he smirks and you smile back, appreciating his words. "You're good for them." He stops now and you stop along with him, entering through a door that he'd opened for you.

"They're good for me," you reply fondly, not doubting your statement for even a second.

When you look up, you realise that you're in a classroom just off the potions wing and a little pang of sadness hits you as you think of Severus. Bill shuts the door behind you and you look around at the unfamiliar classroom, never having been in this exact room before.

You take a seat at the larger desk and begin to slowly peel off your jacket, wincing again at the material drags over the newly sealed but tender gashes on your arm and the sore patch on your shoulder. He immediately steps over and grabs the collar of your jacket, helping you peel it away from yourself, over the curve of your shoulder.

You then peel back the collar of your ruined T-shirt, the blood that covered your body now hard and dark against the material as you expose your shoulder to him.

"It looks better," he says, pulling over a stool and sitting down beside you, looking at your wound as you pull down your bra strap that was in the way. "Looks like it's healed up a bit."

You don't reply, only nod as you look away, not wanting to see the mangled flesh. He pulls out his wand and begins tracing the scars, casting a numbing spell and healing enchantments across the flesh. It feels better almost immediately, the throbbing ache and tenderness drifting slowly away until you can no longer feel any pain. Your eyes close on their own accord in relief, only to open a moment later when you feel Bill's cold fingers reaching for your arm. "These are new."

"Snake," you say quietly, watching anxiously as his fingers ghost over the marks on your arm. He doesn't reply and instead moves his wand to to try and clear them using a healing spell, which doesn't do anything. You watch his face as his brows knit together, confusion evident on his face. "It's, the curse, that George had."

You nod, beginning to look away again as you gaze at your boots, feeling an emotion that hovered between sadness and shame.

"It won't heal, not completely," you say quietly, flicking your gaze back to the marks on your arm. "They'll always be there."

"I know the feeling," he says, still looking at your arm even as your eyes flick up to his face, a new wave of guilt tugging at you for your silly remark, momentarily forgetting about the scars that covered his face. "But you learn to live with it." His gaze meets yours and the moment is tender and meaningful as he gives you a tight lipped smile.

"I know what you're thinking, that Fred and George won't find you attractive anymore, that you're different now, changed for the worst. I had the exact same feelings with Fleur. Who would want someone so scarred and ugly?"

Truthfully, you had been thinking that in the back of your mind, but you hadn't let yourself really acknowledge those feelings, only forcing yourself to pull away and never let them see.

"But they'll surprise you and you'll surprise yourself. I never thought Fleur would stay with me after this, someone as beautiful as her should never be stuck with someone like me, disfigured or not. But everyday she surprises me by loving me more, by accepting the scars and proving to me that it's not just about looks, especially when I can't change anything. And you'll find that too, I have no doubt. Fred and George adore you. I never told you when you were with us, I wasn't entirely honest about how much they missed you, how badly they took you being away. They weren't the same, hardly joked and just sat staring into nothing most of the time, they even fell out with each other a few times, which I'd never known them to do."

You felt another, more intense wave of guilt hitting you until he spoke again.

"I'm not saying this to upset you, it's the last thing I want to do. But you need to know just how much they adore you. They'd have given anything to have you back, done anything, they tried so hard. So, a few scars are really nothing in the bigger picture. You're back together, that's all that matters. And overtime you'll see that too, learn to live with them. The external scars and the ones on the inside too."

You can't stop the tears that threaten to spill at his words, feeling both broken and put back together by his speech.

"You're so strong," he says, reaching out to place his hand on your good shoulder. "The things you've done, what you've seen and lived through, most people out there couldn't even fathom. But you're here and you made it, there's a reason I call you tough girl," he says with a smirk. "Everyone says it but if you ever need someone to talk to, for anything at all, you have me. It's not always easy to open up to the people we love but sometimes someone familiar but not too close feels more comfortable to open up to."

"Not too close," you say with a snort, feeling empowered and comforted by his words, "I'd say we're pretty close now." He chuckles and nods, taking his hand off your shoulder to slide his wand back into his pocket.

"You're family," he says with a shrug and a smirk, mirroring how he'd said it to you all that time ago in Shell Cottage, making you smile. "I know the memories of Shell Cottage aren't the happiest for you but you're welcome anytime, if you ever need space or an escape. Hopefully in the future we can replace those bad memories with good ones, memories where we are all together."

You're more than touched by his words, rendered speechless at his abundant and unwavering kindness as you try to find the words to thank him, knowing nothing would ever be good enough. There's a look shared between you and you hope understands completely what you're trying to say, hoping your eyes convey every ounce of gratitude he deserves. He nods his head gently, understanding, and smiles as if you'd thanked him a million times over.

"Is there anything else I can do?" He asks, gaze flicking down to your exposed shoulder but you shake your head, knowing he'd already done so much. "No zouwu scratches or thornback bites? And here I was thinking you were an expert beast slayer." You laugh and nudge him playfully, glad for the unlifting banter.

"Let's get back, you need be home and go rest." He stands up from the stool and replaces it under tbe desk he'd pulled it from, walking over to reach for the door.

"Bill, wait," you say, standing up from the chair, a sudden alarming thought making panic erupt in your previously relaxed mind. "Severus, his body, I can't leave him there."

Reasonably you know that your sentence probably made no sense to him as he didn't know what had happened but the sadness in your voice pulled at your own heartstrings, never mind his. He immediately nodded and reached out for your hand, signalling for your to take him with you.

You placed your hand in his and thought of the boathouse, the pair of you immediately surging through dimensions and space until you landed with a crack outside of the boathouse, overlooking the small shack that you were certain would haunt you forever.

"Stay here," Bill says, still keeping a hold of your hand as he squeezes, knowing that you wouldn't be able to look again at Snape's body. You pulled out your wand and reverse the concealment spells that you'd placed there, the shielding charm working to hide his body from anyone who may have wished him harm.

You had no idea what Bill did or how the ministry was organising collection of the deceased but you trusted Bill to do the right thing on your behalf. You looked out at the water of the lake, watching the slight movement of the tranquil water, a stark contrast to the billowing waves and roiling undercurrent that had been present during the last time you were here.

Bill walked out soon after with a tight lipped smile and a nod, reaching out his hand for you to take. You paused to look once more at the cracked glass windows still stained with blood before you placed your hand into his and disapparated.

"Right, I don't know about anyone else but I'd like to be getting off, darling what do you think?" Bill says as you walk back to your extended family in the hall, Bill turning to Fleur in the hope that she would agree. From there, everyone seems to follow his lead and you can't help but chuckle as he shoots you a wink, proving once again that he was right about the confidence thing.

"Ready to go home Angel?" George says, moving to stand in front of you, his left hand clutching your waist and pulling you slightly into him as his right hand comes up to pull back the hair from your face, his thumb tenderly stroking over your face. The very mention of home makes you feel a deep rooted excitement and you smile wearily as you nod, the anticipation of a hot shower and long sleep feeling well within your grasp now. You reach out for Fred who stands just behind George and pull him in, rest your head between their shoulders as their hands rest across your tired body, your entire being melting into their warm embrace.

"Right everyone, don't forget, tomorrow evening at 5pm, not a moment later!" Molly calls out after everyone has said their goodbyes, reminding you all of the promise you'd made. You wave goodbye again and walk out to a secluded part of the hall so that the three of you could disapparate together, your hands joined tightly.

With a smile at your loved ones beside you, you picture the spot just outside of the shop where you were able to apparate into and closed your eyes, feeling yourself stretched and pulled until your appeared looking up at the bright orange building.

Diagon Alley was decimated and deserted, most of the buildings falling into disarray, either abandoned in fear or destroyed by death eaters. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had been left virtually untouched, with only a singular broken window on the third floor where the confectionary was usually displayed though from the outside everything looked to be relatively unharmed. The bleak, dark street filled with empty or ransacked shops did seem to dim the brightness of the shop however, making it look much less vibrant and exciting as you remembered it.

"Princess?" You hear Fred say gently, pulling you out of your thoughts as you turn in his direction, seeing both of them watching you in concern. You gave them a small smile and moved forward to where George was casting the unlocking charms so that you could all enter and lock yourselves away back home.

Stepping back inside the shop was still impressive as ever, even without the lights and the effects playing in the windows, no music or vibrant chatter from the excited customers. The smell was the same comforting blend of cleanliness, whizzbang smoke and comforting vanilla, mixed with a hint of Fred and George, a perfect combination. The twins quickly surveyed the shop, checking that nothing was damaged or unaccounted for as you made your way up the stairs, feeling a slight hesitation in yourself.

You realised that for the first time in so long that you would be alone, just you, George and Fred. Could it ever be the same? Would they punish you or act different to you now after you'd left them? Would your life ever go back to normal after everything you'd faced without them?

All of your spiralling thoughts were silenced the moment you unlocked the door to the apartment with your wand, seeing and smelling the comforting things all around you of home. It wasn't the tidiest you'd ever seen it but you understood that they'd had to pack quickly and leave immediately to flee to the safe house, as you'd been told by Arthur.

"I'm sorry it's not," George begins to say from behind you but you stop him, interrupting without turning.

"It's perfect."

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Amorentia || Severus Snape x F!Hufflepuff Reader

Chapter Two || Reoccurrence

Word Count: 908

Reaching the class you spot a few other students that are in your advanced class. You see the Weasley twins, Blaise Zabini, and Cedric Diggory. You decide to sit by your fellow Hufflepuff—Cedric. Well you're not the best of friends it's much better then sitting with a cunning Slytherin or two pranksters who never stop talking.

"[First Name]?" Cedric smiles at you as you sit down in the empty seat beside him.

"Cedric." You smile then take out your equipment for the class, bracing yourself for whatever challenge the Professor has today.

Professor Snape soon enters the classroom through his storage closet in the back. He then speaks.

"Welcome." His voice booms around the classroom. He then continues his speech after he's sure he has everyones attention. "Today we are brewing the Anti-Paralysis potion." He turns around to the large chalkboard behind him, he writes the lesson down in large bold letters at the top. 'ANTI-PARALYSIS POTION 101' it reads, the chalk stick almost snapping due to his rough writing. He then writes in bullet points underneath the large sentence. 'Syrup of Hellebore (2. Fl oz.), Stewed Mandrake (6. oz), Moondew (4. Fl oz).' Your eyes study his hands as he writes.

"Now begin." He snaps, the class nods and begins.

You gather your ingredients from the shelves in the room then return to your spot by Cedric and begin your work. Throughout the class you see your potion brewing to the perfect shade pink as instructed. You then feel a set of eyes on you, you look around the room only to be met with Professor Snape's eyes, you instantly look away as you flush, looking back towards your potion you turn off the burner. You then see a figure before you, you look up to see Snape again.

"Wait the correct amount of time for the cooldown this time, Ms. [Last Name]." He snaps but you swear there was a hint of concern in his voice.

You nod in response, completely understanding. He says nothing more and returns to examining the classes potions.

At the end of class you bottle your potion, this time the bottle remains connected. You're last in line to hand your potion is, eventually it gets to your turn and you hand him the bottle. You notice his eyes widen but only for a slim second.

"Good." He states then grades your potion a perfect O. Outstanding. A smile instantly crosses your features. You turn around but then Professor Snape speaks again. "Ms. [Last Name]." You turn around to face him again, the feeling of excitement returns as you keep eye contact with him.

"Yes, sir?" You ask, your voice sounding happy.

"Stay after class, I wish to speak with you." He states plainly, his face losing all the previous shock from before.

You nod again then return to your seat to pack up your belongings. You glance up at Cedric and wave.

"Bye, [First Name]!" He says then leaves the potion room.

You wave as he leaves, you then glance back at Snape, you notice he is glaring at Cedric as he leaves. He then feels your gaze and looks towards you, he looks at the chair before his desk, you nod understanding then sit before his desk. Every other student have now left, you feel exhilarated once again.

"What did you wish to see me for, Professor?" You ask curiously.

"Your wounds. Let me see them, Ms. [Last Name]" He stands from behind the desk then walks over to you, he holds his hand out to you so he can grab your arm.

You nod and lift the sleeve of your Hufflepuff robe, revealing the bandages beneath the cloth. He grabs your arm then removes the bandages, carefully Snape stares intensely at the wounds before nodding.

"They look fine, if they reopen go to Madame P immediately, understood?"

"Yes sir.." You mumble and frown as he releases your arm.

"Good, now I have a second thing. Ms. [Last Name]." You wait for him to continue. "Your potion today was perfect. It was graded an Outstanding, as you saw." He pauses, looking a bit uncertain before speaking again. "Would you like to be moved to the double excelled potions class?" Snape asks.

"Truly, Professor..?" You ask a bit shocked, a smile creeping onto your lips.

He nods, a small cocky smirk on his lips.

"I would love to, sir!" Your smile now beaming. He nods again, approving your reaction.

"Good, it'll be your last class of the day, your Care for Creatures class will be moved to this period." He states then waves his hand dismissively.

You take the hint and turn to leave, waving a small bye to him as you exit the room.

Once you leave the room you clutch your bag sleeve tightly, the same feeling of exhilaration fills your chest, you smile widely as you exit the hallway of the deep, dark, dungeon.

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Potions and Emotions [Severus Snape]

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I request stepparent snape x reader where reader acts out because they think snape doesn’t like them one day in potions the reader gets upset because snape is lightly teasing them (like he does) and uncontrollable magic happens, and they get so upset their magic is destroying the classroom and snape has to calm then and care for them after the episode

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Stepdad!Professor! Severus Snape x Reader [Platonic/Angst with happy ending] Warnings: Description of pain/injuries and arguing Word Count: 4k

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Thinking of school always upset you but thinking about your home really brought the tears running down your face. You couldn’t stand how everything has changed now, it felt like you were left behind, unwilling to join this new family your mom created. Ever since she married Professor Snape, you were practically a background character in your own family. Your mom didn’t have the time to speak to you as much anymore, and your siblings all loved playing together, but they were a bit too young for you to get along with.

You didn’t dislike him, but you didn’t like him as a stepfather either. You thought he was good at his job, as a professor at Hogwarts, but as a father figure in your life, he was completely shit at it. You tried to reach out to him multiple times on your own, or even with your siblings, but he declared he was either too tired or busy to spend time with you and the others. He often spoke that his work pushed him into becoming a stressed man, that didn’t have enough time to speak pointless conversations or spend a few hours with you and your siblings.

Your mom didn’t see anything bad about it because she was busy too, especially during your school breaks. She agreed that work was stressful for the both of them, and that it was fine that he didn’t want to spend time with you because he was so busy. You called his behavior bullshit because he barely did anything in a day. The only times he did truly work was when he was at Hogwarts, with you as a student and the rest of your classmates.

And now you sat in his class, arms crossed as he slapped his hands together to gather the attention of everyone. You frowned back at him as his eyes passed yours and you watched as he sent back a slight shrug to you, not seeming to care.

“Today’s lesson is how to make an anti-paralysis potion. I chose this potion to be our lesson because of how unique the instructions are – and how easy it is to mess up. You must read the directions very carefully and fully absorb the information before you attempt to make this.” He paused, dusting his hands over to the side of the classroom, containing a few booklets and diaries of potions and how to make them, along with the ingredients.

“As I see that you all have made it to this class and none of you are paralyzed… unfortunately, there will not be any use in action, unless we have a volunteer to be fully paralyzed.” He added that last bit as sarcasm, but a few students raised their hands to come forward anyway, and he rolled his eyes. As much as he’d like to paralyze some of them, it wouldn’t be the greatest of choices as a teacher.

“No one will be paralyzed. I just need to see by the end of the class that your potion has a slight pink color, and a stinging smell of almond and vanilla.” Snape finished up, allowing everyone to stand up and collect the items needed for the lesson. He passed by a few students to stand by you, and you took a few steps back, still upset as to thinking how your life has changed drastically because of him.

You felt uncomfortable as to how he seemed to be watching you like an eagle to its prey, knowing that if you messed up in the slightest, he would criticize you in front of everyone, and then tell your mother.

“You obviously need a pot. Don’t just stand there like an idiot, grab it.” He spoke up to you, unaware at his rude tone. He just wanted the lesson to continue on without any problems. He saw you as a student at the moment, but he knew he should be treating you kindly and as a daughter instead. He had trouble with compassion and friendliness though, often confusing them with rude sarcasm and unwanted comments.

“Fine. Back off.” You spat back, shoving past him as your anger continued to grow. Everything was starting to bug you about him at this point, he was so irritating. It felt like he wanted you to mess up so he could go on and tease you more, it upset you so much. You knew it was only going to get worse during summer and winter breaks, back at home, because he called himself a professor first, then a husband, then a father (which was almost nothing because of how he always outcasted himself).

You just didn’t understand why Professor Snape didn’t like you at all, as a student or as family. It clouded your mind as you started to skim over the instructions. When you glanced back up, you noticed he was on the other side of the room now, and you started to heat your pot, adding a few cups of water from the Black Lake, that was besides your desk in a big jar. You made sure to add in a few of the visible sediments, that was noted in the instructions.

He didn’t realize much as to why you seemed upset, but he continued to surveillance the classroom, adding a few comments to help other students. He motioned a few to the jars containing some of the liquids that would be used, it was all set up on each of the desks while the dry ingredients were on the desks, outlining the room, for all the students to grab from. When he gazed over to your section, he felt glad you were able to start it yourself without his help, so he stayed away.

“Diffundo,” You mumbled the spell towards the small handful of mixed grains, trying to cut them each or at least smash them because the directions called for “a large fragmented and fragranced number of grains”. You just assumed that it would quicken the pace, because you wanted to leave the class earlier to get away from Snape.

Diffundo was an easy spell to cut accurately into an object of any size. You knew that it should work in theory to cut all of the grains in half, and to “fragrance” them. You weren’t sure what it meant to fragrance them, but you noticed the smell only grew stronger after you casted the spell. You then put them into a small glass jar, adding in the small sample of vanilla.

Your mind kept going back to how he called you an idiot. It was so irritating that a teacher can get away with saying stuff like that, and it was hurtful knowing he was your stepfather.

And instead of what it mentioned in the booklet, you added the small bits of common seaweed in the grain mixture instead of the pot. You didn’t notice your mistake and continued along.

Looking up from your desk, you noticed that everyone seemed so behind, and you grinned to yourself, proud that you were able to be the first to finish and leave. You were confident that it was going great, everything seemed to look like it was fine.

“Ugh, no fair, you’re so ahead of me. I wanted to leave early.” Your classmate spoke up, from behind you. You turned around, grinning and you nodded, gazing down to her pot.

“Yeah, I want to leave early too. I can try to help; I just don’t want to get in trouble.” You responded, cutting your gaze over to Professor Snape for a quick second before turning back. Your classmate frowned a bit, having a guess at the trouble you were referring to. You two weren’t close friends, but she reached her hand out and patted your shoulder kindly.

“It’ll be ok, your pot looks good from here! He’d be stupid to be angry with you about it.” She comforted you and you nodded back to her, agreeing. He was stupid already in your mind, based on how he acted around you and your family.

“Thanks.” You noted back to her, and quickly gave her some advice on the mixtures, slipping in the little spell you did.

By the time you were nearing the end of creating the potion, you were gleaming with confidence and excitement to leave the class with a perfect score. You just had to dip a bottle into the pot to collect the liquid. As you started to dip the glass into the liquid, you forgot that you didn’t stop the boiling, and almost instantly, your hand began to sting with a burn.

Shocked from the pain, you slipped the glass from your fingers, causing it to shatter in the boiling liquid. The splatter from the mixture pushed up against your outfit and the rest of your desk, and even pushed onto the desk in front of you.

“Ow!” You cried out, trying to stop the pain in your hand and now on random areas on your body as the boiling liquid cooled itself on your outfit. The smell was off as well, you noticed it only really smelled of vanilla, and not almond.

The chaos reached everyone’s ears and the classroom fell silent at what happened at your desk. You sucked in a deep breath, keeping your eyes down towards the floor. Oh stars, you wished you weren’t here at the moment, you wished you could have been in another class, or somewhere you wouldn’t face your stepdad.

“What happened?” He questioned, and it was so soft that you didn’t recognize it as his voice. And then he repeated himself, louder than he’s ever been to you before. It was in a tone you’d seen him use against other students, those who have failed in his class.

You hated failing, it was one of the worst feelings to experience. And you knew that you’d get a message from your mom soon, asking you why you had failed your stepdad’s class because of this. You still didn’t respond to him, but you took a step back from your desk as the burn on your hand started to hurt even more.

He didn’t know what to do, he was scared something horrible has happened to your arm and possibly the rest of your body. You were clutching your hand up to your chest and you had a look on your face that told him you were in pain. When he gazed down to your pot, he cursed under his breath, seeing the splatter had gotten everywhere.

It burned through pieces of paper from the booklet, and he instantly grabbed your injured hand, looking down at the damage to see if you were really hurt. His heart was beating so fast, he felt so bad that he let it happen, he promised himself and your mom that he would protect you and the rest of the family.

“Let me go, I’m ok.” You murmured, trying to pull back your arm but he had a tight hold on it. You felt so embarrassed, more than ever before with how everyone was watching you and your stepdad/Professor was doing this.

“No, you’re hurt. How could you let this happen?” His question was out of concern, not something mean, but he realized it sounded rude. He sighed to himself, watching as you tried to turn around, away from him. It felt like it was all his fault that you somehow got hurt, and he realized how bad the situation was when he saw one of the burns on your hand.

“One of you go get a nurse,” He paused, his voice raised at all the others, and no one moved, still in shock at the situation. “Now!” He shouted, once again his voice louder than before. Instantly a few students stumbled and ran out of the classroom, and you finally pulled away from his hold.

“I don’t need a nurse. I just need to rinse it off, I’m fine!” You insisted, shaking your head to him.

“I doubt that. You ruined the container and the booklet with that liquid, and it’s obvious you did it wrong.” He was back into his lecturing voice, and you scrunched your nose at him, irritating beyond belief. Why was he acting so worried and treating you poorly? It was enough at home; you didn’t want to handle it here too.

 You didn’t respond to him, too busy looking at your arm and clothes. He continued, “What did you even do? Nothing in the instructions would lead to this.” He was worried and curious, feeling it would be best to know what happened in case you had any side affects from what you made. And he was going to make sure to not use this potion again, since you had trouble with it. He didn’t want other students getting hurt, it would be a hassle.

You pushed him to the side of the desk, angrily demonstrating what you did with the ruined ingredients. Right as you started to pout the rest of the ingredients you didn’t use into the pot, he stepped back in shock as it burst again.

Students shouted from across the room at the small explosion, and Snape instantly raised his wand, thinking of a spell to cast. At the same time, you did the same, grabbing your wand out of your pocket and mumbling a spell to stop the reaction from continuing.

Instead of it being stopped, the spells collided against each other. Residue of magic and the boiling ingredients casted everywhere, covering you and your stepdad completely, and a few of the surrounding desks. Everyone on your side of the classroom had rushed over to the other side, saving themselves from the residue.

The spells continued to struggle against each other though, and after the initial shock passed, you and Snape had raised the wands. “Why did you do that?” You shouted at him, fear coursing through your body and the magic flowing out of your wand spasmed just slighting, causing a few sparks to break against his wand.

“Stop! You have to put your wand down and step away!” He shouted right back, the situation settled heavy against his head, and he was also terrified you were going to be more hurt. He couldn’t risk any of the other students getting hurt so he turned his head towards them as he stepped further back, holding his hand steady.

“Everyone leave the room, now.” His voice was something of a furious mess, and everyone rushed out instantly, scared of what would happen to the two of them, along with the classroom.

“Why did you have to step in? I could have handled it; I know what I’m doing.” You continued to list out how it was making you feel. As your anger and fear grew, so did the magic in the wand, causing more sparks to lash out.

“No, you don’t. You’re just a child! Stop this.” He yelled back and that was when you started to cry, it all just piled up and spilled out when he started to yell. The pain started to throb, and you gazed down to your hand, lowering it a little with the wand.

“There you go, please put it down.” He spoke softer this time, trying to keep calm in front of you. He saw you crying, and he sighed worriedly, wanting you to put the wand away so he can check if you were more hurt. He also knew that it wasn’t the greatest thing to scream at you, since you were his stepchild and student.

“I’m not going to be in trouble, right?” You mumbled over the noise of the magic against each other. He nodded and started to reach over to grab your wand away from you. You stepped back from him hesitantly, “Promise?” You spoke up clearly, gazing at him.

“Yes, I promise. I’m sorry that…” He trailed off, shaking his head, “I’m sorry.” He repeated. He couldn’t list everything he was sorry for because the list would be too long. He saw how you felt now, and it hurt him to know that he was the one actively making you upset.

“Okay,” You paused and dropped your wand to the desk, stepping out of the way. He instantly stopped the spell as well, sighing as he glanced around the room.

The classroom was a mess. Parts of the cabinets were singed, and other parts were covered with the liquid from the pot, and the floor was a mess. Discarded papers of the booklets were everywhere, and there were goops of seaweed stained on different parts of the floor and walls.

He pushed that out of his mind, figuring he’d deal with it later and glanced to the doorway. A few students stood there, shivering from fear and others gazing in awe at the mess. A nurse stood by them, watching Snape and you talk.

“Are you alright?” He asked you, seeing the tears drip down your face as you slowly sat back down into the seat. It was covered in the mess, but you didn’t care. You just needed to sit down and process what happened.

“I think so, it just hurts.” You responded, but the tears started to flow down faster. You watched as he stepped closer to you, and he set a hand on your shoulder, patting it softly. It was a little comforting, and it surprised you that he would reach out like this.

“I know, let me see.” He whispered, getting down to his knees to be closer. He pushed the hair out of your face, and some of the burnt ashes and goop of the liquid that managed to get in your hair. He wiped away a few tears as well, sighing quietly.

You set your arm on your lap, letting him see what happened to it. The burns weren’t that bad, but they concerned him greatly. He didn’t want you to be hurt, and he wished he was in your position instead. He didn’t like seeing you hurt at all, and he felt guilty that it happened, figuring that he was the one at fault.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” He apologized again, frowning as you sniffled a bit.

“Yeah, you’re kind of mean. You don’t care about us at all! And it’s obvious you don’t like me.” You whisper-shouted at him, shaking your head as you wiped a few tears off with your other hand. He nodded slowly, understanding your view of him, but that wasn’t the case at all.

“I care about all of you. And yes, I like you. You’re my stepchild, why would I not like you?” His question almost made you laugh humorlessly.

“Because of the way you treat me. You’re always so rude, complaining when I do something wrong, but it’s not like I can stop it from happening. There’s always going to be mistakes, but you don’t have to be so mean about it.” You snapped, irritated at how he was acting. You thought he was just lying and making fun of you again.

He almost scoffed at the accusations, but he recognized it was true. He was always chastising you about your mistakes, but he was only doing so because he didn’t want you to end up in a similar position, he was in. And he didn’t want to see you fail or get hurt in life. He separated himself from so many people early on because of his mistakes, and he didn’t want to see you or any of the family repeat that horrible fault he made.

“I just don’t want you to end up like me. You don’t want to be like me – but you’re repeating all the things I did. Messing with potions was probably at the top of the list of things I messed around with, making mistakes with. I’ll be more kind, I promise.” His answer to you made you stare at him, surprised. You never thought that he ever made mistakes like you did, because of how he treated you. He acted like every wrong thing you did was horrible.

And he also teased you on some stuff, it was confusing. It felt like he was trying to apologize for all the things he did when angry, but what about the times he wasn’t?

“Fine, sure. Are you going to make fun of me more though? Like all those times you’ve called me stupid or an idiot. Or when you’d make fun of how I did anything?” Your tone of anger dialed down, but it was still there. You were more confused than ever now.

He blanked there for a moment. “I do that to everyone. It’s not just you. That’s just how I…” He trailed off for a moment, before continuing, “I don’t have a great way with explaining how I feel. And I don’t know how to talk to people right.” He didn’t want to apologize for it, because he thought that was just how to show he cared for all of you.

You shook your head stubbornly, not liking it. “You’re mean to me and all my siblings. All you do is ignore us or tease us and we just wanted to get to know you. I thought you were going to be a part of the family when you and my mom got married, but I know you don’t care about that.” Your words made him frown deeper, feeling an ache in his chest.

“I care, I’m sorry. I won’t do that again. I thought it was clear that I care for all of you. I want you all to stay safe, that’s why you think I’m mean.” He didn’t want to argue with you, knowing that his way of caring isn’t good enough.

“Okay.” You replied, sniffling more. The two of you went quiet when you noticed the nurse was next to you. She softly picking your arm up, examining it before applying a cream.

“Thank you.” You spoke up to her, and Snape did as well, nodding gratefully. “Thank you.” His voice was soft and all three of you stayed quiet while she finished up wrapping your hand with some gauze and bandage. She explained some of the things you’d need to do and told you to go to the nurse’s office once you were done talking with your stepdad.

You stood up, leaving the chair and instantly he pulled you into a hug. You almost flinched in surprise at the gesture, but you hesitantly hugged him back and he chuckled quietly. “We should hug more often.” He whispered, “All of us.” He added too, and your crying started to calm down as he patted your back, not letting go.

“Yeah, sounds like a good thing.” You responded, also letting out a small laugh. It wasn’t amusing but it was a memorable moment between you two.

“I’m sorry,” He let out and gazed around the classroom again, wondering how he’d be able to clean it. But again, he pushed away the thought as he heard you respond with, “I’m sorry too.” He smiled, even though you wouldn’t see it because you two were still hugging.

“It’s fine, we just have to work it all out.” He responded quietly and pulled away from the hug, looking at your hand.

“I care about you and the family too. We can all talk more soon when we’re all back together again.” He promised and you nodded, grinning back.

“Deal.” You replied, looking over to your classmates. The one that was behind you gave you a thumbs-up, smiling at you excitedly. You smiled back to her, thankful that she talked to you a little bit as well.

You figured that it was time to start looking at other people’s perspectives too, and you wondered if maybe it was time to step out of your personal bubble and made a new friend.

But overall, you were happy that you finally had the chance to talk to your stepdad with the problems you were facing, even though you managed to destroy a classroom in the process.

#harry potter fanfiction #severus snape #severus snape x reader #professor snape x reader

[encantadiafan12]

Severus Snape x Half-Grim Reaper! Half-Immortal Human! Reader

The Girl who's in the void 🖤

Introduction: Y/n L/n, the Daughter of a Grim Reaper, known as the Undertaker also known as Adrian L/n and an Immortal human, named Y/m/n L/n. She was a retired Grim Reaper like her father. She knew Severus Snape when he was still a student. What happens if our Potions Master have talk with the same girl he knew back then after so long.

Warnings: Venom, Mentions of Death, Human corpses, Child neglect, discrimination, and bullying.

Severus then approaches the Half-Grim reaper as she was standing on a ledge. “Y/n....” He calls to the her. She knew him when he was a student. However, her appearance didn't change as she couldn't age physically she still looks like a 17 year old but she can age mentally.

The said girl then turns around. “Severus...” she just says as she looks at him. She then jumps off the ledge as the Potions Master approach her. The Potions Master gently place his hand against her cheek as the reddish-brown eyes then looks at his obsidian ones.

Months ago she saved him by giving him an anti-venom to prevent Nagini’s venom from killing him. She then closes her eyes as he caress her cheek. “I wish to speak to you, Y/n....” He says as the Half-Grim reaper then looks at her confused. “Yes, Severus?” she asks him. “*sighs* I remember how Bellatrix called you a Half-Breed to the point she threatened to kill you.” he says as he was careful to used the word Half-Breed as Y/n finds it offensive. The coal black-haired girl just frowns at the word “Half-Breed” and of course the mention of Bellatrix's name.

That time the crazy woman threw that threat at her was later when Severus, along with Bellatrix, Draco, and a few more Death Eaters trying to escape. That night after Dumbledore was killed by the Astronomy tower. Well, as if a mere human can scare her. Bellatrix practically made the wrong mistake on underestimating her because of her physical age. Despite being more than 4 centuries old. The Half-Grim reaper did reveal her real age towards them which the Death Eaters (including Severus) and of course Harry Potter were stunned that she was more than 400 years old.

Despite being the only Half-Grim reaper during her time in the Grim reapers’ dispatch. William T. Spears does admire her as well but she refers him as nosy. She did scare Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter on how she was able to bring the dead human corpses alive again but lacking a soul which were the Bizarre Dolls. She learned on how to bring a corpse back to life through her father. She summon out coffins to attack them but she never expect Severus to overpower her. The Potions Master then moves his hand from her cheek before he then grabs both her hands. “Y/n, I know you remember me when you pretend to be a student back then but 2 decades later you disguise yourself again but this time under the name of a different student. Without Dumbledore knowing it was you. You were very smart to hide your true form.” he says as the Half-Grim reaper girl then looks to the side.

“I was a student when you remember me during your time back at school but the reason behind my return was because I want to help you maintain your cover as a spy.” The Daughter of the Undertaker explains.

The Potions Master then widens his eye the woman he loves wants to help him? He never expected that. The Half-Grim Reaper girl thought he wouldn't love her back. But he does as he starts to pay attention to her after he ended his friendship with Lily.

Severus then wraps his arms around her as he surprised the black-haired girl. As that surprised her. He found out about her past of being discriminated/bullied for being so different. He understood her as he had been bullied himself.

Her friend; Elena who was an immortal human told him about it. Y/n hates “normal people” in general. She was envious of them because they grew up with a family while her father and mother paid little attention to her.

The Half-Grim Reaper girl looks at him surprise as he hug her. She then hugs him back.

“I've missed you so much, Y/n.. I've been looking for you everywhere” Severus said making the Y/n smile at him “I know.. But I just don't wanted to bring you troubles” She confessed “You're not a trouble to me” Severus said as he let's go of her and cupped her cold skin “You're always special to me.” He said making the Half-Grim Reaper’s eyes got widen.

“But I...” She then starts before the Potions Master puts a finger over her lips. “You are about to say it was never your intention to hurt me after I killed Dumbledore that night. I know you would never hurt me.” he says as he continues to caress her cold skin.

The Half-Grim Reaper then looks to the side. “Sorry, if I scared you seeing dead corpses. I really hated when someone knew I was Half-Grim Reaper to the point they call me Half-Breed because I'm a mix of the Dead and the living.” she says as she avoids any eye contact from him.

“Don't worry I'll never ever let anyone hurt you anymore” Severus said making her smile. “Thank you for staying and caring for me” She said.

The Potions Master hadn't seen her for a long time. She still looks like the way she look back then (well, in her true form). “Even after 2 decades. You're still beautiful as always.” He compliments making her blush bright red. “B-Beautiful?” The goth girl then stutters not believing what she just heard.

The Potions Master then places his hand against her cheek once again. “Never change, Y/n. Never change.” he mutters. That made her smile “I won't. I promise you, Severus.” she says.

The Half-Grim Reaper still looks the same as he remembers her. She still wears the same dress. He knew her weapons were two swords but one conceals her Death Scythe.

In which it was disguise as a sword to the point when it was reveal. Y/n can kill anyone in a single swoop as seen when one Death Eater attempted to kill her to the point she stabs them with it while it was disguise as one of her two swords.

She really surprised them when she revealed she stole it from the office of the Grim Reapers’ dispatch. And of course her duty to observe life and death of humans not to mention her original duty of reaping souls.

And of course not to mention, her attempt experiments on human corpses to the point she nearly made Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter threw up because of it.

The goth girl then notice that the Potions Master seem lost in thought. “Hey, Sev.... What are you thinking about?” she asks the former Death Eater.

Severus then looks at her. He caresses let's his hand go through her hair. Y/n still wears the same headrests with spikes as he remembered her 25 years ago. “Y/n, you never deserve to suffer. We're both similar. We suffered from bullying at such a young age. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I wasn't around when you needed comfort back then.” he says as he apologizes to the Half-Grim Reaper.

The Goth girl smiles at him and press her lips into him as Severus's eyes got widen from her action.

The former Potions Master then closes his eyes before he kiss her back. While wrapping his arms around her waist as he could feel her wrap her arms around his neck.

They then pull away as they both look at each other's eyes. Severus then places his hand against her cheek while looking at Y/n’s reddish-brown eyes.

“I love you” Severus breathe out as he rest his forehead on hers “I know that I have a dead and cold heart.. But believe me when I say that i love you too” Y/n said.

The Goth Girl had been betrayed by her first love she did kill him after his betrayal out of anger. And vow to never fell in love again. But now she's with someone who suffered as much as she did.

The Half-Grim Reaper then wraps her arms around him once again giving him a hug. The former Potions Master then hugs her back.

#Black butler crossover #Severus Snape x Reader #Harry Potter crossover #deathly hallows #harry potter #alan rickman #the undertaker's daughter black butler

[dawn-for-boken-souls]

Holly fuck I just found the first anti in the HP fandom. Like specifically using the "anti" tag and I'm livid now.

Took me a while here and I already saw people bashing on Snarry (young Harry/young fem Harry specifically, because suddenly a 40yo x 20yo is ok for the bunch of hypocrites) on Pinterest and how a very good artist was pushed to close all their media but their Pixiv and stopped drawing HP at all...

The post of the anti was something about them having some video reaction when someone ships Snape with a student or selfships as a student and didn't understand jack shit of the video aside the teacher on it wanting to have lunch.

AND then there is my psychologist that has degrees from USA universities telling me that how sad is people being unable to differentiate fiction from reality these days and is being hard for many on the field to work with people now, and that I should go ahead and write and draw what my sorry 15 years old ass once wanted, because yeah since that age I've been having a crush for a fictional man that I can fucking harm or compromise because he is not real but apparently outsiders will judge me for doing so.

I swear I'm gonna fucking make my art gallery on the dark web, the insane people there seem more understanding about this topics that any of the puritans on the clear web. I'm hating having to walk around eggshells with fandoms for doing self inserting to begin with because I've seen our kind is still being looked down, and then for doing so with problematic things ON THE PRIVACY OF MY HOME.

#albiux rambles

[josiecarioca]

I think I read somewhere that you don't particularly enjoy Snape/student pairings, correct me if I am wrong. Is this limited to the actual period that they are in a student/teacher relationship or you would also mind him hitting it off and/or be involved with an ex-student?

Ok, this answer has to come with a disclaimer, me thinks, because I do have followers and mutuals who are into those ships and I´m not here to police anybody´s tastes, so this is entirely my opinion, and I´m not trying to call anybody out or invite debate. 

But the answer to your question, anon, would be a a hard NO for ANY Snape x student pairing, even with the stipulation that the student is now grown and no longer a student. Actually, teacher x student pairings in general are huge NO for me, period. 

I´ve answered this before, but I think it bears repeating: I´ve been a teacher for years (now I´m moving to a different professional field), and for most of my teaching career I´ve taught children and teenagers from ages 9 to roughly 17/18, and I´ve also taught a lot of adults. Because of my personal experience, I just can´t find anything attractive or normal about student x teacher pairings. 

There´s  the thing, when you meet a person when they are 11 or 12 (like Snape meets Hermione or Harry, the characters he gets paired with the most), that has an impact on how you´re going to see this person for life. It REALLY does. I have met former students of mine who are now adults (I actually live in the same neighborhood of at least two of them and see them around somewhat regularly). To me these people will always be the same kids who played Pokemon cards I had to confiscate so they would pay attention to class, the same kids whose stories about fairytales and astronauts I´ve corrected and graded, the kids who dressed up and played games in Halloween parties I helped organise, whose parents I had to sit down with to discuss their behaviour, who did stupid shit in my classroom, who wrote cringe-wothy notes to each other, or argued about silly shit like video games or who would get to be which character in a play.  

To me they´ll always be kids. 

So, as far as I´m concerned, the mere concept of a teacher having romantic or sexual feelings for a student  they met when they were children is, even in fiction, is at best VERY  weird, and at worst borderline predatory and incestuous. TBH, even with adult students, there´s an inherent power imbalance in student/teacher relationships that all too often carries out to life after school (and with adult students there´s often the complicator that if the teacher has taught or trained them for a specific work field, they WILL meet them in work-related situations, and there will be work-related issues on top of whatever power dynamics they´ve brought from the educational setting. I´ve seen it happen in academic settings quite often.)

With Snape there´s also another aspect that irks me. Snape has a TON of emotional baggage. He´s immature, he´s stuck in the past, he´s still suffering from things that happened to him when he was a teenager. To pair him with a former student, somebody young enough to be his kid, I believe that would be reinforcing the fact that he´s struggling to grow into a functional adult. It would keep him in an eternally immature emotional state. Severus is a 30-something year old man who NEEDS to grow, to address his own demons, to let go of his teenage angst. The last thing he needs is the emotional mess that a releationship with a former student might cause both him and the person he´s paired with. (I won´t even go into how getting together with Lily´s son of all people would just get him perpetually stuck into a cycle of emotional obssession). Now, of course there will be writers out there who actually want to write that scenario. And that´s fine, literature is full of amazing stories featuring deeply flawed and problematic relationships. It makes for interesting reading. But it´s not what I want to write personaly. I want to write Snape growing out of his issues, not drowning in them. That´s just my personal writing choice

“But it´s not real life, people can ship what they want” some will say. 

I know. That´s why I don´t go around telling people to stop shipping these pairings. I just block the tag. And I really only address this topic when asked. 

#anti teacher x student pairings #shipping #gonna tag a bunch of anti stuff #don´t mind me #anti snamione #anti snarry #anti Snape x student #rant #personal

[lovingdeathmetalbygendercritical]

People who write snamione fanfics (often NSFW) where Hermione is just a girl, barely a legal adult while Snape is literally a grown ass man in his 40s... I never understood why the fuck some snaters insist on claiming Snape is a predator or something but seeing you guys ship this pedophilic crap would definitely give them a very good reason.

#also he is her teacher and thats fucking WEIRD. #write creep fanfiction about teacher x student if you want but at least make it not pedophilic you freaks #AND THAT GOES FOR SNARRY AS WELL #anti snarry #anti snamione #pro severus snape #anti severus snape #pro snape #anti snape #harry potter #hp series #antiship #antishipping #anti proship #anti proshipping #antiproship #anti shipping #snamione #snarry

[dudefrommywesterns]

why have you put a sn/ape x reader in the bill tag? why?

#it's the tag for bill weasley #⌜ ✒ ⌟ #not the tag for your questionable teacher x student sn/ape fic #anti snape

[mrssnivellussnape]

In the Hot Seat

Requested by Anon: ‘Hi! If it's possible, could I request a smutty fic with Snape and reader in a sauna/hot springs? Like, they go on a trip with the school in the muggle world - as student and teacher - and end up sharing a heated moment? (Reader could exchange like rooms and meet a hot, sweat-glistening professor, ho ho). That would be sooo... 🥵. If it's, of course, possible, and if you'd like such a plot... Thank you, and have a nice day! And, your works are amazing!🖤’

AN: I hope you enjoy this and thank you sm for you lovely words 🥰❤️❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader

Words: 6.4k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, student x Severus (reader is of age!), explicit language, dirty talk, oral sex, water sex, penetration, small mentions of voyeurism

Sighing contently, you relaxed further into the heated water. It was perfect, the bath of minerals felt luxurious on your supple skin and the deep heat was even better on your sore muscles after the long day you’d had. The air was cold and it contrasted the turbid, balmy bath outside. Prodigious steam curled up and out in great clouds and disappeared into the stars, leaving you to look up as you watched it ascend.

You looked around the vast Mountain View, admiring how beautifully gloomy the area seemed to be. It was peaceful, really. There wasn’t much sound to be heard and the skies, although pale blue and dull with darker hazes quickly approaching, were shining brightly down on you. You lifted up from your spot to turn your body around and looked over the edge of the rocks, noticing that you were deeper into the area than you thought.

Recently, Dumbledore had suggested taking the 7th years from two houses on a trip to a place none of you had heard of. It was honestly beautiful: pretty views, exquisite shops, and even better was the delicious food they had.

It had shocked almost everyone that you all were going on another trip again. Last year, one of the students, Derrick Avery, had wandered off with a group of friends. Unsurprisingly, he and his friends had gotten lost and because no one was familiar with the area, the rest of the trip was spent searching for the foolish sixth years. They’d been found the next day, and after making sure they were safe, they, along with the rest of your grade, were reprimanded for hours and reminded about the rules on their way back to the school.

Though, at first it was kind of anti climactic. You all noticed that there was a heavy amount of muggle families around, there hadn’t been any stores that looked remotely like the one’s in Hogsmeade did, and nowhere near you all had it shown wizarding activity of any kind. Admittedly, it seemed like a waste of time to even be there, but upon further inspection, and a lengthy reassuring rant from both Dumbeldore and McGonagall; everyone relaxed at the fact that it was, in fact, a place for you.

Everyone had gotten settled into their rooms and immediately went to explore once the green light to do so was given. You’d spent the entire day shopping with your friends, and afterwards you’d tried everything that a few of the restaurants had to offer. Later on in the night, after hearing about the hidden spot from a few of the locals, you’d all ventured out to find the hot springs. Luckily, and after at least a half an hour of searching, you’d found the area. Your friends had left about 10 minutes ago which left you alone, and thankfully not for long.

With your back to your surroundings, you weren’t able to see anything approaching you, but a stick cracking in the distance made you smile. You heard him mutter a few colorful words and slowly turned your head to look at the man, “How nice of you to finally join me, Professor.”

Severus rolled his eyes, “Hardly was it that long. I wasn’t risking being caught by Minerva, let alone my students.”

You nodded at his words and watched as he walked closer to you. He wasn’t sporting his usual garments and instead was wearing a simple yet nice deep, black sweater, coupled with an even nicer pair of jet slacks. He still had on a pair of shoes similar to dress shoes, which in your opinion, was odd considering the setting. You shrugged it off.

He’d started to strip down to his swimmers, slowly removing his articles of clothing and neatly placing them down. You giggled to yourself at how formal he still was even at a place like this. He must’ve heard your titter, because not a moment later he looked up at you with a questioning brow. You sent him back a sly smile in return.

Now that he was in nothing but a pair of swimmers, you could admire his slim physique. Although Severus was rather thin, he was by no means scrawny. Actually, you could see the muscular build that was hidden beneath, it wasn’t well defined, but you could tell he was a relatively strong man. He had a few scars scattered over his broad chest. If you were honest with yourself, Severus was extremely attractive; you couldn’t understand how others didn’t see it. But lucky for you, they didn’t need to.

“Are you going to come keep me warm, or are you going to continue to stand idly by with your arms crossed?” You were becoming impatient, you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms right now.

He hadn’t noticed that his arms were crossed, and he quickly undid them, “It seems to me that you lack patience. Of course, that doesn’t surprise me.”

You rolled your eyes and waved him off, “Yea yea, just get in.” You saw his subtle smirk and openly smiled at him trying to hide it. When he stepped down into the water, then slowly descended and glided over to you, you felt a shiver run up your chest. He rose slightly out of the hot spring and you noticed that the droplets of hot water slid off of his body, “Isn’t this better?” You whispered.

Looking into your eyes, he leaned into your mouth, “Much.” He kissed your lips softly and in a second, he was already increasing the rush. His hands found your waist and you opened your mouth to moan, noticing he took advantage of that to slip his tongue in.

“I missed you.” You whined. It’d been far too long for your liking since the last time you two had been together like this. You knew it wasn’t easy for either of you to remain as close when he was teaching and you were his student, keeping this a secret was harder than it appeared some days.

He grunted into your neck, biting and suckling a spot below your ear. At your whimper, “The same could be said about you. I’ve come to enjoy our time together.”

Hearing him say that sparked a different kind of heat in the pit of your stomach. With all of the strength you could muster - no easier was it thanks to Severus’ hold on you - you wrapped your legs around his waist, turning you two over, and resting on his lap. You placed your hands on his shoulders and continued to kiss him. Now you had the leverage you needed.

“I want to play a game.” You abruptly told him.

He saw the fire in your eyes, “What kind of game?”

Your face turned into one that resembled his own whenever he took points away from Gryffindor, that smirk you now held was almost frightening. “A simple game, really. I ask you a few questions, you can do the same, and the winner wins a prize of their choice.”

“Is there a certain prize in particular?” He questioned again.

You leaned back and tapped your pointer finger on your chin, feigning a thoughtful look. As if you’d found the answer, you stopped and looked at him, “It can be any prize you want, Sev.” You brought your lips closer to his now, looking down at them, then back into his eyes. He subconsciously licked his thin lips and bent his head forward to meet you.

But you backed away from him just before he could kiss you. “We can’t kiss one another until the game is over.” You heard his dissatisfied groan and laughed, “You’ll live.”

“Just get on with the game.”

“And I lack patience...” you mumbled underneath your breath. He’d heard you and pinched your thigh, making you squeal and push his hand back. “The game we’ll be playing is 21 Questions. It’s a muggle game I heard of not too long ago. Apparently, two or more people play and they ask whatever questions they like,” he watched as you rambled on. “Since we are the only two playing, no question is off limits... and I mean you can ask anything. The game is over when one of us kisses the other first.”

He nodded his head in understanding, “What’s the twist?” He knew from experience that there was always something else hidden deep down in your plans.

You sighed, “You know me so well.” Leaning over his shoulder and nearly smothering him with your breasts, you grabbed the full bottle of fire whisky and the two shot glasses that were behind him, hidden by the rocks. “If you don’t feel like answering the question, you take a shot. Now, you can either take seven shots back to back so you don’t have to answer any you don’t want to, or you can gradually build up and take them as you go.”

Severus debated his options. He knew that no one could survive Firewhisky shots back to back and he was certain that, after a while, the liquor would accumulate and he’d feel the result of it even if he took them each time he didn’t want to answer. He saw the mischievous glint in your eyes and knew that either way it went, you’d get him to spill his dirty secrets or you’d get him tipsy.

He was up for the challenge and his eyebrow quirked in interest, “Ask me whatever you want, but don’t be surprised by what you find out.”

Now that intrigued you. Severus wasn’t easy when it came to him telling you something privately. Sure, he’d told you a few things over the course of your relationship and, yes, you knew more than most; but this was different. Now you’d be finding out just how naughty the thoughts of Hogwarts’ most hated Professor could be. It excited you and you were hurrying to start the game.

“Care if I go first?” You saw him incline his head in allowance, “How many times have you touched yourself at the thought of me?”

He was caught off guard by the question and you noticed his cheeks were tinted pink, threatening to turn darker the longer you stared at him. He cleared his throat to regain some kind of control because he refused to let the first question get to him so easily, “More... than... you... know. The first time you’d tried throwing yourself at me and I openly refused, I’d gone back to my private quarters the same day and jerked myself to the hopeful look in your eyes. It was so riveting that I prayed to the gods you’d continue to make advances just so that I could repeatedly reject you.”

His admittance shocked you. You’re weren’t expecting him to be so open about his confession nor were you expecting that. “You asshole! I kept making advances, almost giving up because I thought you didn’t like me and I was embarrassing myself, just to find out that you were touching yourself over me.” You crossed your arms and shook your head, no doubt looking like a sulking child. You rolled your eyes at his deep chuckle and told him to go on with his question.

“What’s the naughtiest fantasy you have about me?” He noticed you were taking a bit longer to answer, so be pushed you deeper into him. “An answer, Y/n.”

You bit your lip, looking down and playing with the space in between his pectoral muscles, “I so badly want you to yell at me in class one day in front of everyone, to the point that you bring me to the front of your class...” he continued to look at you and watch as you traced his muscular arms. “I crave the idea of you degrading and humiliating me while my classmates listen and then watch as you fuck me into your desk; letting everyone know that that was the outcome anytime they messed something up in your class. I want nothing more than for you to expose me until my other professors barge in and stand in shock at the sight in front of them.”

The man underneath you felt his mouth go dry as you spoke about what you wanted - needed - him to do to you. It was arousing to hear that you liked the idea of others watching, but remembering that you preferred your classmates and his colleagues was kind of putting him off. Not for long, though, because he liked the idea of fucking you in front of anyone that had a desire to be with you. In an almost cave man kind of way, he felt his chest puff out and swell with an arrogance that only he could have.

He fought off every urge to ravish your mouth and it was even harder to ignore you subtly grinding on his lap. He shifted you to sit more on his thigh so he wasn’t tempted, “I believe it is your turn.”

“Have you ever been so horny you couldn’t control yourself?”

Severus smirked to himself for a moment before answering, “Yes, that time you had to forgo your robes because you couldn’t find them. Your shirt was particular fitting that day and, Merlin, your breasts were begging for me, I couldn’t help myself.” You could see him shuddering thinking about it.

“I remember that,” you laughed now. “You’d sat behind your desk the entire class and we all thought you had finally gone mental.”

“Yes, well, it was either have you all think that or be submitted to Dumbledore for indecency.” He acknowledged.

You nodded in agreement, “It was also the first time you’d indulged my want to be with you. Now that I think about it, you’d fucked me that same day.” It was now your turn to quiver in remembrance.

Quickly shifting the conversation back on course, he spoke up, “Your wildest sexual experience?”

“In the common room. It was before one of your bigger tests and everyone was so on edge with nervousness - and tired from studying - that Da—...” he noted that you’d stopped yourself from saying a name he was familiar with. “That someone offered the idea for everyone to relax and let loose. Little did we know that things would turn left fast.

“There had been a heavy amount of alcohol and possibly a tad bit of muggle drugs added into the mix. Next thing we knew, a heavy majority of us were engaged in an abundant amount of sexual positions with each other.” Your eyes glazed over in an emotion Severus couldn’t decipher. “It was all consensual and suffice to say, I was throughly exhausted the next morning and struggling to walk.”

His jaw tightened in envy at the mere mention of someone else pleasuring you and he precisely remembered that day. “I knew there had to be a reason as to why half of my class could hardly stay awake, I just didn’t think it was because of that...” he mumbled the last part.

After that, the questions continued to flow freely. Despite both of you being comfortable with the queries, some questions just couldn’t be answered at the moment, which resulted in one of you taking a shot. You’d gone past 21 Questions and instead were reeling more into ‘as many questions as you could ask before the other caved in or passed out from intoxication’.

Neither of were seriously affected by the liquor but it did help your libido in wanting Severus even more. His questions were straight to the point, like yours, but were slightly more bold in a way. It was odd seeing him so open with you minus the occasional thing he wanted to keep secret - you could understand that, especially since you were the same in that manner.

One question in particular, though, made you look at him as if he was your only life source. It wasn’t a question that was deep and it definitely wasn’t one that had you stuttering in embarrassment, but it was one that caught you off guard.

His eyes were so soft as he looked up at you, appreciating your thoughtful look, and noticing how distant your eyes had become when he’d finished talking, “What are you thinking about right now?” His baritone voice was low but even the depth could be heard.

“You.” It startled both of you with how urgent and desperate your voice sounded. You were tired of the stupid game you’d suggested, you wanted him and he was too keen on winning this game. You had been too in the beginning, but as it progressed and you’d started to see a side of Severus that some would envy, you could give a damn anymore. “Severus, please, I need you.”

You left no room for argument, snide comment, or eye roll before you leaned into him and slammed your lips onto his. His body tensed for a second before he relaxed and wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling your breasts to his chest. You clamped your hand down onto his neck and deepened the exchange.

He slightly pulled back enough to breathe, “Y/n.” You’d heard Severus, his voice was distant and dreamlike.

“Hmm?” Your eyes felt heavy, and you couldn't move your arms from his neck because of your neediness. You squirmed in desire. You could feel heat all over your body. Was it the hot water, or arousal? Your mouth was open in a small 'o' shape at the feeling of his hardened member beneath you.

“Open your eyes for me, darling.” At his command, your eyes opened and he continued, "I fucking love your body. I can’t express my appreciation to how you gave in first, seeing you in this wretched excuse of a bathing suit is taking its toll on me."

You were wearing the tiniest, skimpy black bikini that he’d ever seen. The bandeau top accentuated your breasts, pushing them closer together and adding onto the sex appeal it granted. The bottoms sat high on your hips and the thong back nestled snuggly in between your full bottom, albeit you could tell from the front that the back was just as promiscuous. It was charmed - complements to the wizards boutique you’d gotten it from earlier in the day - to shine as bright as the twinkling stars above the two of you while the gleaming effect danced in the moonlight. An added bonus was the fact that it tied a knot in the front to keep it together, one that Severus could easily undo in no time.

His rough, large hands stroked your body. First, he caressed your chest. His hands ran over your bikini, stroking up and down gently and possessively. You purred at the warm touch. Moisture coated your body, despite being in the hot liquid, while his hands were all over you. Then he reached under your bikini.

“Severus...” you breathed out.

"Hush, Y/n. Just enjoy it." He whispered in your ear. You could detect his breath on your damp skin. His lips pressed against yours, again kissing deeply and passionately. You parted your lips and your tongues slow-danced. Your moan echoed in his mouth as he gently flicked his finger over your nipple.

"Arch your back for me. Yes, just like that." Severus craned his neck so that his mouth could come close to the strings tied in between your breasts. His lips brushed against your sternum and tickled you as he bared his teeth to pull the string. You kept your back arched as he unraveled your bikini top and let the cups fall open. It dropped onto the satisfyingly scorching water and floated behind you.

He wasted no time in claiming his prize and went to stroking at your perky breasts. Your nipples were rock hard with desire. You wriggled as you felt his gentle touch. He squeezed your sensitive mounds, cupping them both with his hands as he moaned. He leaned down and flicked his tongue against your nipple, making you squirm in desperation as Severus teased you with his hot, wet tongue.

He withdrew his attention from your breasts. You quickly figured out what was coming next. He stroked downwards over your chest. A trail of heat was left behind by his hand as you could do nothing but writhe. His hands reached the matching strings of your bikini bottom - similar to your top. Your body felt electric with pleasure.

“Please, Sev.” You begged.

He slowly untied your underwear. Your pussy was completely bare and so obviously already soaking. Your juices glistened in the natural lighting the moon provided as you arched your back again in desire; you were ready for him. With a surprising amount of strength, he lifted you up and off of his lap, stripped off his shorts and kept you slightly suspended in the air. You stared at his cock: it was thick, girthy and veiny. His dick looked delicious, from its pink head all the way down its shaft. You licked your lips in hunger as he seemed closer.

Not being able to move on your own from the deep amount of lust inside you, Severus guided you onto your knees. He was mindful of the water, not wanting your head to be submerged in anyway, and positioned you so that you were comfortably kneeling in front of him, "Open your mouth, Y/n." He commanded.

You obeyed, opening your mouth as wide as you remembered he liked. His cock slipped in between your lips and your tongue tasted him for the first time in a while. It was an intoxicating smell - one that could be inhaled over the natural scent of the heating pool you two were in - as natural musk mixed with his maddeningly hypnotic cologne. You moaned around his thick, wonderful cock as your lips and tongue stroked his shaft. Soon, you felt it gently touch the back of your throat.

You bobbed your head slowly up and down, savoring the fact that you were salaciously sucking of your Professor in an open area. It had been an embarrassingly long time since you’d last given him a blowjob. Your doe eyes looked up to him for approval as you bobbed your head, slurping hungrily on him. He stroked your cheek affectionately and let the water droplets cascade down his slender fingers and onto your cheek.

"Even with a view this wondrous, your mouth around my cock is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen." He groaned, before shivering and tilting his head back.

You happily made a noise in your throat as you got to work, speeding up your cock sucking. Soon, his hands gripped your hair while you were making loud, sloppy noises as his spit-coated dick smacked the back of your throat again and again. You heard him utter something about needing to quiet down before someone heard you but you ignored him. Your tongue pleasured the underside of his cock while you kept making eye contact. You made a gargling noise with every thrust into your mouth.

Severus stiffened, his moans grew louder and louder. He was going to cum any second now. He groaned and held onto your shoulders like his sanity was at stake. He shivered and twitched, his muscles throbbing more with every passing second. He was on the edge. Finally, with a loud groan of effort, he withdrew. You pouted grumpily as he did so, moaning in protest.

“Get under the water, Y/n. Now!” His shushed order was enough to wipe away the pout.

You felt like you barely had any time as you sank and lowered your head entirely into the natural pool, with Severus adjusting closely behind. You were blindly obeying him; your heat had taken control of your senses and you just needed him. Luckily, the hot spring was charmed so that you wouldn’t burn your damn face off with how your face was submerged into the scalding, hot liquid. But no matter how relaxing the water felt, you knew you couldn’t hold your breath forever.

You’d heard the urgency in Severus’ voice and knew that it had to be serious for him to make you hide in the water. Your curiosity to know what had happened didn’t stay for long as you heard the muffled sound of at least two people walking towards the pool.

The face of a severe looking witch came into Severus’ view, along with a wizard who held a remarkably short stature. “Oh, Severus,” the older witch relaxed. “Filius and I heard the splashing of water and wondered if there were any students out of bed at a time like this.”

“Yes,” Flitwick supplied. “We’d thought that there might’ve been at least two doing something that wasn’t permitted here or during school hours.”

Severus inwardly rolled his eyes. He knew that he was worse than the other two when it came to teens having fun. Maybe it was the effect you had on him, but he found it rather annoying that they were trying to bust their students and prevent them from unwinding. Severus quietly snorted thinking about how uptight he would’ve been if he’d caught someone in his current predicament.

Minerva had heard him, “Is something funny, Severus?”

The man in question sobered very quickly, “Surely you don’t think students would even attempt to be out while I’m supervising this trip? Not even one of your little lions could be that dunderheaded to try as such.” He snarled.

The witch rolled her eyes in reluctant agreement at his remark, cutting her eyes at Filius when he suppressed a laugh at Severus’ comment. “Now that I see I was wrong, Severus, you wouldn’t mind us staying here with you, would you?”

Severus cursed himself for remaining so clam during all of this. Maybe if he’d seemed a little more disgruntled, they wouldn’t have wanted to stay. He didn’t have a problem with either of his two colleagues in front of him, quite the opposite really - especially with Minerva. But he remembered that you were currently under the water and no matter how long you could hold your breath, you certainly couldn’t stay under there for the duration of their stay. He didn’t doubt that the three of them would be there all night if permitted.

“Forgive me, but considering I spend the day with the lot of insolent brats, I’d rather be left alone. Please take no offense, but the company of others isn’t something I’m in favor of right now.” He hoped his voice held an annoyance that the two intruders would deem appropriate enough to leave him alone.

“As you wish, Severus.” Filius conceded.

Minerva seemed almost indignant to the situation, “Do not hesitate to gather any students who might be sneaking about. Though, I feel you won’t have any problem with that.” Severus nodded his head at her words. “Goodnight.” With that, she left.

You heard the footsteps fading into the distance and when you were certain you could lift your head out, you damn near jumped out of the water. You gasped for air as the need to breathe had gone past urgent but turned alarming. You didn’t know how long you’d been under the water but it felt like a lifetime and you were certain it was far longer than it should’ve ever been.

Severus rubbed your back as you gasped for air and gained your breath back. “I apologize, Y/n, I hadn’t known they were going to come here, let alone stay for as long as they had.”

You’d heard the growl of irritation in his voice and shook your head, not ready to speak just yet, and weakly held your hand up to silence him. His voice wasn’t helping you breathe normally again and you willed him to shut up. He took the hint, thankfully, and closed his mouth at your wishes.

“Fucking hell, I thought I was going to pass out before they left.” With one last deep breath, you were back to your regular breathing. You saw him getting ready to scold you for your choice words, “Considering I nearly fell unconscious, spare me.”

“You’re so dramatic.” He shook his head with a soft chuckle. His face turned serious all of a sudden and he looked at you, “Go back to the room, I have something for you.”

You couldn’t hide your excitement at his order. You gave him a quick kiss and hurriedly put your top back on, hopping out of the hot spring and bolting back to your room.

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You made it back to the inn you all were staying at and quieted your steps, slowing down your pace. Getting caught going back to your room was one thing, but getting caught in a risqué swimsuit while journeying to a professors’ room was an entirely different thing on its own.

Peeking around the hallway, you made sure no one was in the corridor you were going to before you walked out. You crept down the carpeted floor and and strained your ears for any offensive sounds. Your breath was tense as you looked around.

You looked back to make sure no one was following or behind you. When you turned your head back you jumped out of your skin, “Bloody hell!” You shouted in unison with your best friend.

“What are you doing out of the room!” Naomi, the aforementioned girl, quickly asked you. She too looked like she just came from somewhere, and if the boy behind her was any indication - she had.

“I could ask you the same thing, but I don’t think I have to.” You crossed your arms in an attempt to cover yourself. “Hurry up and get back to the room, Sev- Professor Snape is on his way here.” You ignored the questioning look from Naomi’s boyfriend and rushed her out of the hall. After seeing that she was back in what should’ve been your shared room, you started your way back to Severus’ room.

Speaking of shared room, you’d have to thank Naomi for trading rooms with you. You two were supposed to be rooming together like every other girl in your grade but after basically begging her to have someone else stay with her room, she relented. Of course, she’d chosen to invite her boyfriend - Oliver - instead of another girl; that resulted in Oliver leaving his roommate alone to invite someone else. That’d become a secret mess and you willed it away so not to hurt your brain from thinking too long.

You’d reached the level the professors were staying on and made it to Severus’ room. After looking around and then back at the door, you tried to stop yourself from screaming. Severus hadn’t given you a key, he hadn’t duplicated his, and he wasn’t back yet. Furthermore, he’d been taking a great amount of time to finally come back. You couldn’t understand that because he’d practically been right behind you when you’d gotten out.

You’d heard a loud crack and were tempted to run and get off the current floor, but the sound of the door opening right in front of you and your arm being yanked in the same direction had caught you off guard. You tumbled into, what you assumed, a wall.

You shook your head and looked up only to see those obsidian eyes staring back down at you, “Dammit, Severus! What took you so long?”

He held up the nearly empty bottle of Firewhisky and raised that obnoxious eyebrow of his, “After finding this lying around, I had to make sure we hadn’t... left anything. Maybe if you were paying attention, you would’ve noticed it.”

“Excuse me for listening to you and making it back to the room while avoiding being caught.” You rolled your eyes for emphasis.

He stepped closer to you, pushing your chest to his, “Mind your cheek or I’ll be forced to correct it.” He saw you about to protest and brought your lips to his, “Stop being a brat, Y/n.”

“What’s my surprise?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Go get in the pool, I have an urge to finish what you started back in the hot springs.” He bit your lip before leaning back and stopping you from kissing him. “In the pool. Now.”

You stepped back and quickly strode over to his private swimming pool, with Severus hot on your heels. You got in at the shallow end, and submerged your body while turning to face Severus. The water was slightly cool and soothed your skin while you watched him. You backed up toward the deep end, as he entered the pool and followed. Soon, you were deep in shoulder height, and he closed the distance between you two. He nudged you forward with his own body against you until you were backed against the wall of his pool.

He kissed you again, intensely and fervid. Your eyes closed as you both gently bobbed up and down on the water. Severus’ hands wandered over your soaking, hot body, as his front pressed against yours. You gently nibbled on his bottom lip playfully, and laughed in pure delight.

“I needed this for so long.” You giggled, giving him a few pecks.

He reveled in your affection, “I did too.” He admitted.

His hands stroked down to your left leg and lifted it to give himself leverage. You licked your lips as you held onto his shoulders. It was finally happening. His thick, meaty cock pressed against your opening, teasing you so damn well. Severus slowly pressed his dick inside your warm, welcoming pussy. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your throbbing cunt buzzed with pleasure. Your pussy lips thrummed with heat.

“More!” His cock inside of you reminded you just how much you’d missed him and he wasn’t even moving yet. “Fuck I need more!” You cried.

Severus picked up the pace, his hips pushed hard against yours, squeezing your body gently against the pool wall. You were being fucked in the pool by your insanely attractive Professor while the other professors slept on the same floor. That thought excited you even more, the idea that one of them could walk out onto their own platform and see the two of you fuck was exhilarating.

He pulled your body up and down, fucking you faster and harder with every coming second. Eventually he found the pace, rhythmically thrusting into you with his length, which stroked the insides of your pussy so expertly. “You take me so well, darling. How am I making you feel? Tell me how I make you feel.”

Your eyes clamped shut as you rocked your hips back and forth with him. It had been way too long. The water splashed around your shoulders as you floated up and down with the natural flow of the water and the way he was fucking you.

You briefly remembered he’d said something, “So good, sir. So so fucking... good. Oh!” The last part was dragged out in an almost silent cry as he continued to hit the right spot. “Shit, shit, shit!”

Severus held on firmly, his body shivering not from cold but from pleasure as his shaft pressed right into you. It was so deep now, his full girth was inside you, and now it stroked back and forth, firmly and perpetually. It never wavered as your pussy exploded in waves of relentless pleasure. He found your spot. He’d found that out from your chants of pleasure. His cock head firmly pressed it with every thrust. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your tension built. Your moans became cries.

“We’re going to have to work on that mouth of yours. I have something just for that.” He grunted as he dug into you even harder and deeper.

Through your hazy fog of pleasure, you couldn’t respond. Or maybe he hadn’t said anything at all. You didn’t really know, and quite frankly, you didn’t care enough to know. All you did know was that you felt amazing.

"I'm about to fucking cum!" You whimpered, as his thick, meaty cock pressed against you over and over again. You weren’t even in control of your body any more. You desperately squirmed and rocked your hips for more stimulation, milking Severus for all he was worth. Your pleasure was building higher, higher to climax. The heat in your belly grew and finally, your muscles couldn't hold back the throbbing.

Your mouth opened wide and you cried out in ecstasy as you came on Severus’ cock. Your moans and motion never stopped as your whole body rocked and twitched in desperation. You continued to spasm as he kept going. His own moans grew louder, until his voice caught in his throat. He was going to cum as well.

With a renewed energy, you rocked and writhed your hips again, bearing down on his cock with the inside of your cunt, “Do it, Sev. Fill me up and mark me again.” You encouraged him, noticing how close he was. “My cunt needs you, baby; it needs you more than anything, Sev. Please!” He lost all control and used his strength to pull and push you up and down over his dick. He was breathless now, his movements got more restricted as his every muscle stiffened, until finally you won your prize.

Severus came with a loud, guttural groan. He held you tight and fast as he shot his cum inside you. You licked your lips and wriggled your hips to milk him until he was done cumming, his cock slowly stopped twitching inside you and you sighed with pure relief. Your hands stroked over his chest in thanks as you smiled up at him, kissing him on the lips again. He pulled you in snugly against him, as the disturbed water of his temporary swimming pool continued to splash around the two of you.

“You were brilliant, darling. You took me so well.” He sent praises your way and felt your body relax even more. Your body shivered from the chill that blew in, “Are you ready to go inside yet, my sweet girl?”

You shook your head in response, “Keep holding me?” Your eyes were pleading with him to do so, but you knew that even without the look, he’d indulge you as long as you liked.

“Of course.” Then he graced you with one of his rare smiles, softly carding his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. All thoughts of him winning the game long gone.

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[sootydoodles]

Of course, the best thing about Snewett (the very real and happening ship between Snape x Mr. Prewett, Molly's Squib accountant second cousin whom no one in her family acknowledged, whose Slytherin daughter Mafalba was going to be a Hermione foil in GoF but was dropped because J.K. Rowling is a homophobe and didn't want to write about Snape meeting a russet bear with pretty eyes--smh!) is that, as king president of the Snewett fandom, I get to decide absolutely everything.

When they met, Mr. Prewett was immediately attracted to this intense goth nerd, while Severus was like "why the fuck are we having the Triwizard Tournament what the fuck, fucking Christ, and I have to meet some asshole parent, too?" But he's an Adult, a Professional, he's 34 Years Old, Thank You! So he's curt but present at the "hello, parent who did not attend Hogwarts, a real school; do you have any questions?" meeting, which endears him to Mafalba, who's like yes, finally, an adult who treats me like a vaguely annoying colleague. I will be his favorite student by Michaelmas. I'm already IN Slytherin; it's decided.

But what Prewett really admires is that, instead of pretending that anti-Muggle bigotry wouldn't affect his daughter, Severus provides her with resources and tells her which adults at the school have links to the Muggle world. (He definitely points her to Charity Burbage, but she's like no, I am your problem.)

Prewett's like wow, he has the air of someone who likes Bauhaus and he treats my daughter like she belongs. Clearly he needs homemade bread. And fancy butter. Yes.

But it's Severus, so he interprets the baked goods as attempts at bribery, and he throws them away. (Maybe after a few bites. He's not a saint.)

Regardless, it makes him pricklier, so by the time they next meet, Severus has hardened his opinion of Prewett as a clumsy manipulator, as someone so obvious in his machinations that they could never be missed.

Prewett, all aflutter with his second meeting, at first doesn't realize that what once was cool professionalism has turned to cold contempt. He's mortified. Can Professor Snape tell? Is he too obvious, too soon? Too clearly gay? Is it homophobia, or simply lack of interest? Is the lack of attraction a simple mismatch, or is it anti-Squib bias? After all, there's a difference between being respectful to a magical child and seeing a non-magical adult as an equal.

He pulls back. Stops sending bread--stops baking it, even.

And the best part for me is that then there can be several months or even years of fluctuating feelings and misunderstandings and yeah. Eventual middle-aged smoochin'.

#snewett #(a real tag!) #snape x prewett #severus snape #pro snape

[adorerdraco]

Bugs and Hisses ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Halloween with Draco <3 Friends into BOO’s (teehee)

Warnings: mild drinking nothing tooo crazy but not encouraging it !

Words: 5.2K

A/N: this is my first one shot in like a month and i ofc had to do something for halloween even tho im a tad late but its still a halloweekend KIND OF !!!!!!! </3 I HOPE ITS GOOOD

“No, it’s a stupid holiday.”

Draco crossed his arms in a stubborn child-like way, a scowl on his face as he stared forward towards the front of the class where Snape was giving a lecture on the small but vicious Erkling creatures.

“Come on, please,” you pleaded quietly. Your gaze kept flickering between your easily-irked professor and the pouting blond beside you, hoping that in a few short seconds you would get the answer you were hoping for that way you could get back into your notes instead of possibly getting a detention or losing house points.

In all the years you’ve been friends with the Prince of Slytherin, you learned that he loathed the holiday and any festivities that came with it. Every year, you beg him to go out to one of the many parties that are thrown ranging from small gatherings to full-on blowouts or just do something halloween related with you, but he always refuses. His reasoning, as he put it, was that he was simply ‘too mature to be dressing up as a foul creature.’

You knew he mostly spent the holiday either asleep in his dorm or walking around aimlessly with Crabbe and Goyle to target unsuspecting first-years after the big feast but this year, you finally had enough of his anti-halloween agenda. You wanted to spend the evening and hopefully night with him laughing by your side and showing him how fun everything could be, but most of all - you wanted to see him in a costume.

“Please, if you go I will never ask you for anything ever again,” you tried again once Snape had turned his back to the class. 

Draco pursed his lips as though he was genuinely considering it, his eyes still locked on the back of the greasy-haired professor before he turned slightly to you with a deep sigh. “Fine, but don’t expect this to be an annual thing.”

You gave him a bright smile, holding yourself back from jumping around in your seat and completely pushing aside the desire to throw your arms around him in excitement.

“I promise you’ll have fun.”

He hid the small smile that grew on his face from seeing how happy his answer made you, turning his head down towards his parchment filled with notes that all of a sudden seemed interesting as he avoided your gaze. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was the smallest bit of excited at the thought of spending the holiday with you because he knew that wherever you went or whatever you did, he would be perfectly content with you by his side because for the first time in all your years as friends; he realized only a month ago that the weird fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach when he was around you or the weird overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his entire body like an ocean of water breaking through a dam - was a crush. He hated it at first, noticing and begrudgingly acknowledging it. He thought it was cliche that he somehow fell for one of his closest friends and mostly, he thought that he was going to ruin the friendship entirely. He wanted to wreck it himself, trying to distance himself from you and being extra mean - but he couldn’t.

He adored your company too much and everything that came with you. He adores your laugh, your smile, your hugs when you greet him and how you somehow give him one each time he needs it the most. He adores the study-buddy system you guys have almost every other week before a quiz or an exam. He adores your bad jokes and clumsy accidents even though those qualities annoy him with anyone else. He adores the way you want him to join you in everything fun you and he especially adores the times when he overhears you talking about him as if he’s your favorite person in the world.

Bottom line, he’s all about you.

So when this season of spookiness came, he was expecting your pleading for him to spend the day with you. Only this time, it only took you a couple times before he ultimately agreed to give in to you.

You were ready to explode with thrill at the thought of what the night held in store for you and you didn’t hide it one bit. When the big Hogwarts Hallowe’en feast was over and every one began spilling out from the Great Hall and into the main foyer, you were searching restlessly for a clean mop of silver hair that almost always stuck out in the mass of students. You weren’t sure if you were able to spot him anywhere in under a few seconds because he was unimaginably important to you, or because his hair was so uniquely bright, or maybe it was how boisterous and loud Crabbe and Goyle always were when they were by him, especially if he was with other Slytherins - but you found him, every single time with ease.

After standing on your tippy-toes several times to overlook the stampede of everyone, you finally spotted Draco leaning across a pillar with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face while he stood in a circle of his House friends that included his two goons and his quidditch teammates. You watched him thoughtfully as you approached, taking slow steps towards the group to admire him from afar and also because they were all slightly intimidating. He looked lost in the conversation, laughs escaping from his upturned lips as he listened to whatever was being said, large pale hands running through his hair every so often when the front pieces of his hair would flop down to his forehead. 

He looked ridiculously good and effortlessly at that.

You weren’t sure if you should interrupt, hesitating a few feet away from them to where they couldn’t sense your presence but you were close enough to see and hear them clearly.

“We’ll see you later tonight then, Malfoy?” One of the boys nodded towards Draco.

“I’ll show up for a bit, I suppose,” he shrugs.

You see him look around the circle of boys, eyes landing on you momentarily and then back to his friends before doing a double-take towards you again in surprise. You tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach when his smile widens slightly into a short-lived toothy grin while he said a quick goodbye to his friends causing them all to disband and him to start approaching you.

“Are you ready for the halloween of a lifetime?” You ask as he neared.

He rolled his eyes, laughing faintly. “Where am I meeting you, darling?”

The nick name he used so rarely for you made your knees feel weak, a warm blush rushing up your neck and inching onto your cheeks that you knew was going to be very apparent on your face in a few seconds.

“I’ll meet you right here in an hour,” you say quickly.

You didn’t give him time to answer before you turned quickly in the direction of your common room and began rushing away before he could see the effect he had on you that was so clearly appearing on your face.

You didn’t know what the night held for you and Draco or where it would lead you. Unknowing to you, you were both hoping something more could come out of the evening between the two of you. But he wasn’t one to express himself in that department of feelings and you weren’t feeling bold enough to say anything about yours. It was a gray area of hoping that fate could somehow intervene and throw the two of you into what you both wanted without either of you really saying anything - but it was impossible. There was no outcome or situation you had in mind that could lead you into that, so you were stuck desperately hoping that one day things might end up differently.

It was beginning to feel ironic how in your world full of real tangible magic, there wasn’t a magical solution to your problem. You were trapped feeling like a muggle who had to figure things out by themselves, no magic included. The thought of giving him a love potion did cross your mind as a joke, but it wasn’t a genuine or fair option but little did you know, you don’t need a potion for him to feel the same way - because he already did.

Walking into your dorm felt like an exuberant disaster of everyone running around and sitting in front of mirrors with their makeup or dressing into their costumes. It was noisy and filled with chatter and you were in shock from how much clutter everyone was able to make in such a short period of time from when the feast ended to now. A simple spell would clean everything up so you and everybody else didn’t really pay it any mind. 

You maneuvered around the mess of your housemates and towards your bed where your costume was kept in the trunk underneath it, plopping down onto the floor to pull it from the underskirt of your House colored bedding.

“Did he finally say yes?” Your closest roomie friend jumped onto your bed, propping herself up on her elbows and resting her chin on her hands as she watched you dig through your bottomless trunk. 

“Surprisingly, yes,” you answered, hiding the smile on your face. 

She drawled out a teasing ‘ooh,’ poking your arm lightly with her index finger as you shied away and leaned deeper into your trunk. She was the only one who you willingly admitted your crush to as she was the only person you really trusted to not blather it off to someone.

“Will I be seeing you two in the Slytherin common room?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “The boys are throwing a party and I luckily got an invite, you know how they are. So picky with who shows up.”

“You mean they’re pretentious?” You laugh. “But I don’t know if we’ll be going to it. I know Draco obviously got invited but I was thinking we could do other things.”

“Like what?” She questions as if she knew it was going to be something dirty. “I know a few secret spots around the castle-”

“No, get your mind out of the gutter,” you smack her arm lightly. “I honestly have no clue what to do. I didn’t think he’d actually agree because he never does.”

She runs her hands over her face, stifling her laughs of disbelief before she sighed loudly. “I still suggest some broom closets, hidden out of sight.”

You sit up, pushing her from where she was lying while she laughed amusingly at your false horrified reaction that you put on to hide the fact from her that what she was suggestion really was what you wanted. 

“I’ll leave you alone so you can get your costume on,” she smiles, jumping up from your bed and tossing one of your pillows at you as she walked away. You let out a huff, tossing it back onto your duvet before setting your costume down on the spot your friend was lying in.

You stared at it hesitantly, all of a sudden feeling nauseous at the thought of going out later with Draco as if it was some sort of date even though you knew it wasn’t. It was just two friends, hanging out, doing some spooky and fun Halloween activities together and nothing more; so why were you feeling so nervous? You weren’t sure if it was your instincts warning you of something major that was approaching or the fear that what you didn’t have planned was going to bite you in the arse when you continuously told Draco he was going to enjoy himself when you didn’t even know if that was going to be true. You didn’t want to disappoint him and mess it up for you in the future when the holiday came again and you didn’t want this to be the first and last time you experienced it with him. 

The pressure was raining down on you like thick, hard pieces of hail with no end in sight.

As you were getting dressed and doing your makeup for your costume as you liked, (i’m trying to be vague for your own imagination teehee) all you could think about was what in the hell you were going to do once you met up with the Prince of Slytherin. Your train of thought was then derailed into wondering what he was going to be dressed up as or if he was going to be dressed up at all considering the way he is. He was the type to make fun of people who dressed up, that you knew when you ran into him last year as you were walking back to your common room with your friend, both of you in costume and victims of his gentle bullying. He obviously went easier on the two of you since you were there, telling you he was just messing around afterwards and saying he liked yours but once you were out of his sight but still in ear-shot, you heard him and his two minions berating a small group of people that unfortunately passed by them. 

You gave yourself one last look in the floor mirror, letting out a long shaky exhale with your hands clasped together before you started towards the way out of your dorm, through the common room, and ultimately towards the foyer outside the Great Hall where Draco was most likely waiting for you. An hour had gone by since you last saw him, an hour of stress and panic that hadn’t slowed down or stopped.

Your shoes dragged against the stone floors, hugging yourself tightly as you walked nearer towards the spot where you were supposed to meet and as you lifted your gaze - you saw him there, staring right at you with a small grin and just like you expected, no costume.

“Nice costume,” he compliments when you reach him. 

“Where’s yours?” You frown.

“I’m not dressing up. That’s embarrassing,” he shakes his head. 

You scoff, crossing your arms. “You’re the only one not dressed up, that’s embarrassing.”

You don’t know why it was irritating to you that he wasn’t in costume, even if you knew he wasn’t. You figured it was because you were trying to overpower your nervousness with different more consuming feelings, and much to your and Draco’s dismay, it worked. 

You weren’t nervous anymore, just irked.

“I’m staying like this, take it or leave it.”

You rolled your eyes, staring him down and hoping that he would change his mind but he wouldn’t. He was ridiculously stubborn.

In the heat of the moment of a fleeting thought, you decided that if he wasn’t going to be in costume, you would put him in one or at least a hint of one. You pulled your wand out, pointing it onto his striking white hair and with one easy spell, his hair was now a flaming vibrant red.

“Y/N!” He growled, running towards the closest thing that would show off his reflection where he let out a string of frantic curse words. “I look like a bloody Weasley.”

Your laughter caught him off guard, the sound ringing in his ears like music that spread warmth throughout him. You were clutching at your stomach with one hand and pointing at him with the other, giggling wildly at the sight of him with hair that did not suit him at all. He smiled to himself, your glee rubbing off on him abruptly that ate away quickly at his anger.

“You should’ve given me some ratty old hand-me-down robes and I’d look just like Ron,” he notes.

“That’s rude, Draco,” you say still laughing. He smirks, leaving the shiny statue of a knight in armor where he was checking his reflection and back over to you where you were still stuck in between doubling over in laughter and watching him. 

“I’m glad this is funny to you,” he muses. He begins digging into the pocket of his dress pants, taking your vulnerability as a chance for him to tap his wand to the top of your head and before you could react, your whole hair had turned a deep green.

Your laughter immediately ended as you ran towards the suit of armor, your grimacing reflection staring back at you with deep Slytherin green hair and a distorted Draco behind you doubling over just like you were moments ago.

“This looks,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, the scowl on your face saying enough for you as you turned bitterly towards Draco. 

“Great?” He suggested, his guffawing subsiding into airy chuckles as you stood in front of him. Yours picked up again as you stared up at him, his striking bright red hair looking terribly unfamiliar on him. He was looking down at you, his heart jumping at the sight of you holding back your laughter. “You really do look dashing by the way.”

You swallowed thickly, thankful for the darkness that had settled around the castle and easily hid the scarlet brush appearing on your face. “But my hair is green.”

“Green is my favorite color.”

You opened your mouth to speak, your stomach and heart dropping simultaneously as your mind went completely blank. You pretended to not notice how he took a step closer to you to where he was almost fully against you and he pretended not to notice the way your lips were parted and how your chest was rising and falling a little too heavily as if you were nervous. It was game over for you when his gaze flickered down towards your lips and then back to your eyes, his head leaning down just the slightest like if he were waiting for you to meet him halfway. You were about to get closer to him, about to let your eyes close and give in to what you believed was him wanting to kiss you - but the world had other plans.

“Malfoy! There you are!” Someone boomed, clambering up the steps from the direction of the dungeons. You both jumped away from each other, your attention diverted to the Slytherin boy that interrupted the moment. “Malfoy come on, the party! And you can bring her too.”

You frowned when the boy came up to the two of you, clearly tipsy, dressed as a stereotypical vampire, and over-excited with the fact that Draco was out and willing to participate in Halloween festivities. It seemed like it bothered the now red-head when he looked to you and then back to the Slytherin boy with an apprehensive expression.

The boy, sensing the pause in the air, grabbed onto both you and Draco’s arms and started dragging the two of you towards the Slytherin common room where although the stone walls were thick, the sound of people celebrating inside were easily slipping past the stone slabs. He spoke the password out quickly and as soon as the entrance was open, you were both shoved inside into what looked like the largest party you had ever witnessed in all your years at Hogwarts. It was packed and filled with what looked like half of the school, or at least a huge majority of fifth-years and up. It was loud with music booming from a brand new wizarding-world radio in the middle of the room currently playing a song from the Weird Sisters. It smelled like a mixture of everyone’s perfumes and colognes and like firewhisky. The boy that pushed you two inside quickly passed you two cups of the very potent firewhisky before downing the third one he had in his hand and disappeared into the crowd while screaming for you to enjoy yourselves.

You both stood awkwardly away from the big and rowdy crowd, your drink clenched tightly in your hand against your chest and Draco swishing his around while it was still in the cup.

He wanted to up and run, thinking that someone was going to make a comment about his hair or about him being there, but no one seemed to pay attention to him or that he was there and in a way, he felt relieved by it and less tense by the second. 

“How in the bloody hell did we end up here?” You yelled over the music, putting a hand over his arm that was holding his drink up. You didn’t mean to, but you were glad you did because he glanced down at the contact with a small smile before looking back up to you.

“We got dragged here, remember!” He yelled back. 

“What?” 

“We got dragged here!”

“I can’t hear you!”

He rolled his eyes, bending down towards your ear to repeat himself one last time before you finally heard him over the mayhem around you.

“This is crazy!” You looked around the room, the sight of all the bodies and recklessness being too much as they were all more than likely drunk and oblivious to how stuffy and suffocating the room was becoming.

You looked down at the golden brown liquid sloshing around in your cup, wondering whether or not you should take it, but with the nervousness you felt coming back, it didn’t take you much longer to decide to down your cup and allow the liquid courage to seep into your veins. Draco watched you with amusement, chuckling to himself when you scrunched up your face in disgust from the burn he knew it caused as it went down your throat. He shook his head, deciding to drink his too and it was only minutes that passed before the drink was quickly becoming apparent in your systems. There was something about Firewhisky that always made its mark promptly and it really was courage in a bottle that you were glad was available to you in that moment because you were sure that in just a few minutes you were close to fainting.

You were beginning to sway faintly to the music, the rhythm sounding more loud but distant and more invigorating. You didn’t care anymore if anyone was watching or that Draco was observing you curiously just as he was beginning to lose all sense of holding himself back. He was inching closer to you, his head moving slightly to beat of the song and pure joy etched onto his features when your eyes met his.

“I keep forgetting I turned your hair red!” You yelled up to him, laughing loudly when he ran his hand through it. In your moment of confidence, you reached up and lightly ran your fingers over one of the front pieces hanging over his forehead. He didn’t stop you, his heart hammering against his chest from the drink and his overwhelming crush that was clouding all his senses. “Your hair is so soft!” 

He wanted to pin you up against the wall right then and there. You were peering up at him, just as you were before you were dragged inside by one of his Housemates and as soon as he was about to kiss you. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” He knew to bend down this time for you to hear him to which you responded with a fervent nod. You took his hand in yours, pulling him towards the exit of the common room and he let you lead him into the coldness of the dungeons that bit at his cheeks. It was a stark difference from the warmth inside, the crisp October air being more chilled than what either of you were expecting. It felt nice against your flushed skin and easier to breathe, especially once after the common room closed again and you could hear was muffled talking and music.

Neither of you were drunk and were still aware of pretty much everything, mostly the feelings stirring inside you both that was begging either of you to make a move towards the other. You were just a tad tipsy, and so was he, but it was enough for you to still enjoy the night without the initial awkwardness that oddly settled in between you. It was weird, considering how open and talkative you usually were with each other but there was something about the evening that made it feel like if you didn’t know each other.

“What now?” He asked you with a raised brow, his hand slipping into his pocket.

You smiled, an idea coming to your head that you knew he would love and you didn’t mind doing in the name of Halloween. “Do you want to go mess with people?”

He stared at you with widened eyes, “bloody hell, I love you.”

There was nothing that could have prepared you for his response, your own eyes widening in shock as you stared at him. He felt his face get hot in embarrassment, Merlin, he felt so stupid. He was mentally smacking himself in the head, desperately wishing he could bury himself seven feet under the Earth and staying there until the end of time.

He was about to play off what he said in a joking way, but for the second time that night he was interrupted by a couple that stumbled out of the common room drunkenly snogging each other’s faces off and wholly oblivious to you and Draco standing there in lingering panic. You jumped back into his arms when the couple staggered past you, almost knocking you over in the process of their makeout session and it annoyed you beyond belief. It annoyed you that they were in your way, annoyed that they interrupted you, annoyed that it wasn’t you in their position with the one you wanted. 

You dug your wand out of your pocket, flicking it their way as they rolled onto the wall, still in each other’s hold until the hex that flew from your wand hit the boy causing him to stagger back from the girl and holding his nose in pain. You heard Draco laugh from behind you when bats began to fly out from the boy’s nostrils while the girl screamed and ran away from one of the bats that swept down onto her head. The bats flew out of the dungeon and up the stairs with the boy struggling loudly the whole way up until his panicked screams were no longer heard.

“That was a perfect bat-bogey,” he looks at you proudly. “I feel bad for that poor bloke’s nose.”

“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed jokingly. 

When the sound of the door opened again, you both ran to hide behind a long drape against the wall that didn’t hide your shoes very well and pressed up against your bodies that’s shapes were no doubt visible from the opposite side.

You heard footsteps trail haphazardly down the corridor, their back seemingly facing you and as you both peeked your heads out from behind the drape, Draco nodded towards the boy and pointed his wand towards him. 

“Slugulus Eructo,” you heard him whisper and a stream of green light from his wand hit the back of the boy’s head and as he turned around in surprise while doubling over in pain, his hand clamped tightly over his mouth as slugs began to slip past the spaces between his fingers. When he stood up to run away, you noticed it was the same boy from earlier that stopped you two from the almost kiss and dragged you to the party. You let out a string of giggles as he ran away just like your last victims.

“This is so mean,” you chortle, leaning into him from behind the drape in an attempt to get closer to him. You were feeling bolder when he beamed down at you, feeling happy knowing that although the night was still young, he was having fun. “Thank you for coming with me tonight, I know you don’t like Halloween.” You say quietly.

“You finally convinced me, it’s not that bad,” he grins.

“Why’d you hate it in the first place?”

The question seemed to strike a nerve but the Firewhisky still flowing freely in his veins tore away easily at his defenses so instead of avoiding your question entirely like he usually would, he frowned and let his guard down.

“I don’t hate it,” he answers apprehensively. “My father never let me celebrate it. He never let me dress up. He told me respectable wizards don’t partake in holidays like these.”

His pout made your gut twist in sympathy, your hand instinctively going into his as you squeezed it reassuringly. “It’s never too late to start celebrating. Besides, I don’t see him here stopping you.”

He smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that night, his stained-red hair falling over his eyes as he looked down to his shoes.

“You have a point, darling.”

The door of the common room opened again and what you suspected to be another snogging couple to stumble out from the sound of heavy breathing and multiple shoes scuffling about was something completely different.

“Glad Malfoy stayed with someone else today.” It was Crabbe.

“Yeah, he never lets us go to these parties,” Goyle responds. “Go ahead and thank Y/L/N for freeing us, he fancies her like a fool.”

“Reckon we should go look for them?”

You figured Goyle nodded to him like the blathering idiot he was because in a few short seconds they were running away up the same steps everyone else had. 

You peered up slowly at Draco who was already gaping at you like a deer in headlights. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The gears in your brain were spinning wildly with happiness, the gossip hopefully being proven true when he didn’t try to deny it. You didn’t realize how close his face was to yours, cheeks tinged with pink from both the firewhisky and sudden shyness and his warm cinnamon breath fanning your face as he looked down at you.

“I can explain,” he finally said.

He didn’t need to; you placed your hands gently on his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you and pressing your lips against his, catching him completely by surprise. His eyes were wide at first, his body rigid and his lips unmoving, but once it finally clicked that this was real and no longer a fantasy that played like a broken record in his head, his lips moved fervently against yours with the rest of his body following. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers squeezing at the hem of your bottoms and his body pushing even further into yours.

Your bottom lip caught lightly in between his teeth as you reluctantly pulled away from him, the both of you breathing raggedly as you searched each other’s eyes.

“I feel the same,” you said softly. “Happy Halloween.”

He smashes his lips hungrily against yours again, his ego growing with each gasp of a delight that escapes your mouth as your hands roamed and tangled themselves into his magically colored strands.

“Very...happy...halloween,” he mutters against your lips in between kisses, a dazy smile adorning your face while he tightened his arms around you.

You just couldn’t wait until next year.

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I was wondering if you can write one with harry for me? Where harry and reader are dating around when sirius died in order of the phoenix and harry is very depressed about the stiuation and slowly disassociates from the reader and when he/she wanted to talk about it and lighten the weight on his shoulders harry says sth to reader along the lines "you are not my family and you are not my home" and a big fight eventually harry realises what he has done and gets very upset bc he loves her/him so much. They eventually make up but i want drama and tears you know lol i will be very happy if you can write this!!

don't shut me out | harry potter

pairing: harry x gryffindor!reader

word count: 2,5k

summary: where harry shuts y/n out after sirius' death

a/n: my first harry one shot, yayy! thank you for sending in this request <3

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

"Please write an essay about the effects of the Anti-Paralysis Potion until next week", Professor Snape grimly finishes his lesson and immediately chaotic murmur breaks out in the classroom when all the other students pack up their things and leave for their well deserved break.

You on the other hand calmly close your book and slowly slide it into your bag before getting up from your seat with a sigh, but not without taking another look at the empty seat in front of you first.

Harry did not show up for class again today. This is the third time this week and even when he is in one of his courses, his mind is not there with him.

A week ago he returned to the common room, devastated, and Ron and Hermione even had to support him so he would not fall over. The only thing you knew at that time was that they were on a secret mission at the Ministry of Magic, but you did not know what a terrible disaster happened.

Harry did not exchange a word with you and went straight to bed that evening, leaving you behind confused and ignorantly until Hermione told you about the recent events. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and last living relative, was killed right in front of his eyes through his own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. While Hermione told you what happened, tears were already uncontrollaby streaming down your face.

You knew exactly how much he meant to Harry.

Now that Harry has also lost the last remaining member of his family, he has shut himself off completely, hiding from the world, from his friend and also from you. Any attempts to talk to him have failed, but you keep a close eye on him everyday.

If he does not shown up at dinner again, you bring him a plate full of his favorite food to his room, even if it is without his consent, just to find it barely touched in the morning. If he misses another of his lessons again, you always take even more detailed notes than usual that you later give him so he is able to catch up on what he has missed so far, just to watch the pile grow bigger and bigger.

Every time you enter his room, it breaks your heart when you have to see how your boyfriend, whose face has lost all color by now, looks at you with such sad eyes and cannot even utter a different word at you than a simple 'thank you'. It pains you to see him like this, but he won't let you get to him anymore, he won't let you or his best friends help him.

He shuts himself off the world completely.

"Ms. Y/L/N", Snape suddenly approaches you as you are about to make your way out of the classroom. You look up at your grouchy professor, full of expectation and also a little scared.

"Tell Potter if he does not show up for my class one more time, he will fail", he explains seriously and you can only nod while his cold stare is fixed on you. "Very good."

Turning around, you quickly run out of the door and meet Ron and Hermione in the hallway in front of it, waiting for you.

"What took you so long? I am starving", Ron asks you oblivious as you make your way through the crowd of students in the direction of the Great Hall.

"Snape held me from going. If Harry does not show up for class soon, he will fail in all of his courses", you mutter and your thoughts immediately wander back to him and how he is doing right now.

"Snape can't do that! Dumbledore will not allow it anyway. Everyone knows what happened and no one is this cruel", Hermione breathes out in shock.

"We are still talking about Snape, you know that, right?", Ron replies, only catching an annoyed look from her at his words.

"I will talk to Harry again. Well, at least I will try", you sigh exhaustedly and just before reaching the Great Hall, you leave your friends alone and run up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, entering it after saying the correct password.

Waisting no time, you walk up the stairs to the boys' dormitories and timidly knock on the door. Nothing, not a single sound comes from the inside when you knock a second time.

"Harry? It's me, Y/N. May I come in-"

"Get out!", his voice angrily shouts at you through the door and you back away in shock. There is so much sorrow in his voice, so much pain, so much fear.

So much hate.

"I am not going anywhere", you answer firmly and stand your ground before carelessly opening the door.

The sight that greets you when you enter lets your eyes widen to the maximum. The entire room has been demolished, your carefully written notes scattered in snippets on the floor, his books torn apart next to it and the whole furniture turned over.

And in the middle of it all there is Harry, breathing heavily, as emaciated as you have never seen him before, his hands clenched into fists, his fingernails already painfully digging into his palms. The expression on his face blank when his gaze meets yours.

Without saying a word, you slowly and carefully walk towards him, trying not to stumble over anything on the floor until you stand in front of him. And then you wait.

Wait for him to finally open up to you, wait for him to finally let everything out.

But he turns away.

"Harry", you breathe out barely audible and reach for his hand, which he pulls away in the last second, his eyes on the ground and his back to you.

"Go", he orders, now without any emotion in his voice.

Refusing to listen to his words and let him push you away another time, you circle him to stand right in front of him again.

"I said go!", he aggressively yells at you, but you are quick to catch his face between your hands and lift it up so he has to look at you, taking a good look at him while softly pressing your palms to his cheeks.

His cheeks are still damped from the numerous tears that have flowed over them, and his eyes are glassy, almost fragile.

"I am here for you", you claim in a low voice to not scare him away while you look deep into his eyes, in which you discover nothing but emptiness. "I can help you if you would just let me, Harry. Please don't shut me out."

For a brief moment there is silence, somehow pleasant and safe as it has always been between the two of you. In the next moment, however, your hopes are destroyed.

"I don't need your damn help!", he yells at you again and pulls away from you, running his hands through his hair desperately while you stay frozen in place.

You almost had him.

"You do need me! You can't just lock yourself up here for weeks, Harry!", you raise your voice as well, desperation evident in it.

"You can't tell me what to do!", he loudly shouts and the look he throws at you is again full of nothing but hatred.

"What happened to Sirius is horrible, but you have to move on some day and you can't do that if you do not talk to someone about it. I am your girlfriend and-"

"Exactly. You are just my girlfriend and not my family!", Harry angrily spits out all of a sudden, his words catching you off guard and you could swear how your heart has split into half right at this second. "You are not and never will be my home, get that into your head! I am sick of you, Y/N! How you pamper me like I am a fucking child and never know when to stop!"

"A-Are you serious r-right now?", you let out a trembling sob, the strength to scream at him gone when a tear rolls down your cheek. You look at him with complete disappointment, at the boy whom you love so much, who just hurt you so deep as you would have never imagined him to.

"Get the hell out of here!"

"Do you even hear what you are saying? You do not really mean that. Tell me that you do not mean that, Harry!"

"It is the only thing that I want", he grinds his teeth and you nod understandingly while wiping away your tears.

"Fine. If I can never be your home anyway, then I guess this is where it ends", you sniff and walk past him, your gaze lowered as you go out of the room and let the door slam shut behind you.

And he does not even follow you.

Deeply hurt and with a broke heart, you barely make it to your dorm room, where you slide down the closed door with your back and pull your knees close to your shaking body, weeping bitterly.

You do not know how long you sat there and just cried your eyes out, but when you hear Hermione's worried voice behind you, it is already dark outside and you missed all of your classes.

Exhausted, you let yourself fall into your soft mattress, hiding your tear stained face from your roommates, but of course Hermione immediately senses that something is wrong.

She approaches you carefully as to not frighten you and sits down next to you on your bed, stroking your back up and down soothingly, which in return only makes you cry harder into your pillow. After several minutes you finally manage to calm down and sit up.

Hermione looks at you speechless, does not urge you to tell her about what happened at all, but you do it anyway as it almost gushes out of you. And so you spend the whole night in your bed talking.

The next morning you are sitting in the Great Hall at breakfast, completely exhausted. While Ron allows himself another joke with Hermione, you stare down at your empty plate, your stomach not wanting to be filled.

"Did you finally got Harry back to his senses, Y/N?", Ron asks you out of nowhere, pulling you out of your deep thoughts, and you interpret a teasing tone in his voice.

Your eyes filling with tears in a matter of seconds, you abruptly get up and leave the hall, leaving a confused Ron and an angry Hermione behind as you run back into the common room and into your own room.

Again you let yourself fall to the floor behind the closed door, your arms crossed over your drawn up knees, your forehead resting on top. Without meaning to, your sobs get stronger by every second, shaking through your body while your breath speeds up to an unhealthy pace.

Your head and your heart just do not want to understand that what you and Harry once had is over, once and for all. That you will never wake up in his cozy, warm arms again. That you will never feel his tender touch again. And above all, that you can never look at him the same way you did before.

You lost him for good this time.

The sudden knock on the wooden door behind you causes your head to jerk up in surprise. Not sure if you just imagined it, you stay silent for a moment and hold back your crying.

Another gentle knock.

"Please leave me alone, Hermione", you sniff and lower your head again.

"Y/N", his voice sounds muffled from the other side unexpectedly and your heart leaps painfully.

You always loved the way he pronounced your name, how easily it slides off his tongue. Since your first meeting, back then on platform 9¾ where you immediately fell in love with him head over heels.

Speechless, you are unable to move or say anything, just blinking away your tears.

"I know that you are in there. I can hear you crying", he softly speaks to you through the door and finally causes you to get up from the ground and open the door with a swing.

"What do you want?", you calmly ask him, trying not to show the emotions going through your head right now, and avoid eye contact while playing with the hem of your sweater. It takes a moment for Harry to contain himself, the sight of your fragile figure like pure horror in his eyes.

A sight for which he is guilty. He alone did this to you.

After clearing his throat, he searchs for the right words to make everything alright again, to fix everything he said, anything just so he does not have to see you this devastated. However, there is not a single sound coming out of his mouth.

"If you have nothing to say, get out", you order with all your might and try to sound as serious and emotionless as possible, trying to hold back your rising tears.

At least until you suddenly end up in his warm, safe arms after he pulls you into a bone crushing hug before you could close the door on him. A hug you both needed more than necessary.

"I am such a stupid idiot", Harry whispers in your ear, also having trouble to hide his sadness. "You just wanted to be there for me and I pushed you away even though you could have given me exactly what I needed."

His words only make you more emotional and turn you into a crying mess, your face hiding in his chest. His hand slowly rubs over your back to calm you down. Your legs begin to tremble harder and Harry has to hold you upright with all his strength to not let you fall.

"I-I just could not accept that I was alone", Harry sighs as he listens to your sobs until you finally push yourself weakly away and stand in front of him, an arm's length apart.

"You are not alone", you choke out and Harry gives you a small, tender smile before closing the gap between you and gently placing his hand on your cheek. With his fingers he strokes the strands of hair out of your face that are already stuck to your skin due to the tears.

"I realized that too, sweetheart", he confirms and tilts your head towards him to leave a soft kiss on your forehead. "I can't erase what terrible things I said to and threw at you, but please believe me when I tell you that that I did not mean a single word. I just did not know how to move on and you were there to receive all of my anger.. Do you forgive me?"

"Only if you never shut me out like that again. I will always be here for you and take care of you, Harry. No matter what, I will stay", you answer, also with a tiny smile on your lips and when he returns it before connecting your lips you, the world around you suddenly becomes more colorful and bright again.

"I promise."

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Potion Accident

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Harry Potter x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1042

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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“Today, you and your partner will make an Elixir of Euphoria. You can find the information for this potion on page 286.” Snape’s monotone voice rang through the classroom. Students started moving about the classroom, either opening their textbooks or to get some supplies. I opened my textbook to the correct page and looked over at Harry. 

“Do you want to get the supplies or shall I?” I asked. 

“I’ll get it, what do we need?” He asked. 

“Shrivelfig, porcupine quills, peppermint sprigs, sopophorous beans, and wormwood.” I answered, reading the ingredients. 

“Right, I’ll grab them.” He said. 

“I’ll get the other things we’ll need.” I said and walked off to the closet, grabbing the things we’d use to make the potion. When I returned to the desk Harry was already there with the ingredients, reading the potion recipe. 

“Ready?” I asked, placing the things on the desk. 

“I think so.” He smiled. Harry and I had been very good friends, despite my best friend being Draco Malfoy. I never agreed with his ideology, but our families have been friends forever. Everyone thought I would be placed into Slytherin, however I was placed in Gryffindor. Draco was disappointed, but I assured him this wouldn’t ruin our friendship. He was of course upset when he found out I had become friends with Harry, but I never paid any mind to it. Harry was a good friend, but Draco would always be my best friend. 

“Alright, add shrivelfig and porcupine quills.” I instructed and Harry followed. 

“What’s next?” He asked. 

“Stir four times anti-clockwise.” I said and looked up to make sure he was doing it correctly. 

“Perfect, now we add the peppermint sprig to counteract the side-effects.” I said as I put it in the cauldron. 

“Oh, I don’t think we grabbed enough beans, I’ll go get some more.” I said and walked off to grab them. As I turned to walk back I noticed Harry was talking to Hermione. He wasn’t paying attention to our potion and Draco was placing something in our cauldron. I narrowed my eyes at him and walked up to our desk. 

“I’ve got the beans.” I said and placed them inside. 

“Now put the wormwood in and stir it six times anti-clockwise.” I instructed and looked over at Draco who was smirking. I glared at him and he looked at me confused. 

“That doesn’t look right…” Harry said looking inside. I glanced inside and saw the colour was completely wrong. It was supposed to be yellow and rainbows were supposed to be coming off, but instead it was orange and there wasn’t a rainbow in sight. 

“What did you do Draco?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said with a slight smirk. 

“Mr. Potter, Miss. Y/L/N. Are you finished?” Professor Snape asked before I could go off on Draco. 

“Actually-” 

“Yes sir.” I answered, which shocked both Harry and Draco. 

“Very well, which of you will try it?” He asked. 

“I will.” I said, taking a small cup of it. 

“Wait no!” Draco said and the three of us glanced at him with confusion. 

“What’s wrong Draco?” I asked with a smile. 

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy, what seems to be the problem?” Snape asked. 

“N-Nothing sir.” He answered and their eyes once again fell on me. I took the potion and could tell immediately that it wasn’t correct. 

“How do you feel?” Draco asked worried. 

“I feel fine.” I answered honestly. 

“I saw Draco place something in our cauldron!” I blurted. My eyes widened, as did Draco’s. 

“Y/N?” Harry asked confused. 

“I’ve fancied Harry since second year!” I blurted again and slapped my hands over my mouth. Students' laughs filled the classroom as my cheeks burned red.  

“Mr. Malfoy, you have lost your house ten points, and you will be down here for detention.” Snape said. 

“Miss. Y/L/N, please keep your hands over your mouth until I return with the antidote.” He said and I simply nodded, afraid of what other stupid things I’d say. 

Once class was over and Snape had given me the antidote I rushed out of the room. I didn’t want to hear anyone’s jokes or whatever they would do. I quickly got to Gryffindor tower and rushed up to my room. I was horrified at what happened during class. I can’t believe I said that and in front of Harry! 

“Y/N?” Someone asked from my doorway, I knew it was Harry. 

“Please, just forget about it…” I said quietly. 

“Is it true?” He asked, walking into my room. 

“Please Harry…” I begged. My face was burning red from embarrassment. I didn’t want to talk about it, or even think about it ever again. 

“Because if it is, I fancy you too.” He said and I glanced up at him with wide eyes. 

“You’re just saying that.” I said, brushing it off as him being nice. 

“No, I’m being honest Y/N.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and I nodded, not trusting my voice. He leaned forward and it felt like forever until his lips landed on mine. It was perfect. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, but I could really feel the love passing through. When we pulled apart we stared at each other with smiles on our faces. 

“I suppose this backfired on Draco.” I giggled and Harry joined me. 

“Makes my day even better.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“He’s still my friend!” I said and Harry nodded. 

“I know, but you have to admit he’s a git.” He said and I gently shoved him. 

“Harry!” I scolded. 

“Sorry.” He said with a laugh, I knew it didn’t mean it though. 

“So… Where does that leave us?” I asked and he smiled. 

“How about next trip to Hogsmead we go on a little date?” He asked and I smiled. 

“I’d love that.” I smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“Now, if you excuse me, I must go scold Draco for ruining our potion.” I said, feeling better about the events that happened a bit earlier. Harry chuckled as I left to find the Slytherin Prince.

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