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sxvxrxssnape · 3 years

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Snolidays/Snapemas Day 3+4

Gift Shopping & Ornaments & Smile & Snow // pre-PS/the years between. Minerva and Severus friendship aka Minerva McGonagall’s personal mission to make Severus love Christmas part 3 aka min and sev’s shopping adventures: diagon alley edition ft. emotional disaster sev

“Don’t forget, final essays are due next week!” Severus reminded his classroom of sixth year students as they cleaned up their work tables. “You’ve had three weeks to write them and I expect them all to be turned in.” He attempted to glare at the class, but no one paid him any mind.

Students exited his classroom in small groups of two and three, huddled together and laughing over meaningless jokes and plans for the afternoon.

“Hold up, this classroom is still a mess! You’re NEWT students, for Merlin’s sake, you should know better than to leave things like this!” He tried to call them back, but he was speaking to an empty classroom.

He sighed.

Being a professor at twenty-five was a fucking joke when no one took him seriously enough to respect him as an authority figure. It happened primarily with the older students, but even some of the other professors treated him as if he were still a student. Minerva seemed to be the only one who really saw him as a colleague and even she had her moments.

What was he supposed to do? Practice making scary faces in the mirror until he perfected the disappointed eyebrow raise and scowl? Assign more detentions? He’d thought dressing the part would make him look more authoritative, but now he wondered if he simply looked like a child playing dress-up when he walked around in the stupid teaching robes Narcissa Malfoy had helped him purchase.

Another sigh, but this one was shaky.

He surveyed the room and got to work, shutting drawers and cabinet doors. He double-checked the supply closet before locking it and levitated the abandoned cauldrons to the wash basin with the others, where they would wait for whichever unfortunate student had managed to get a detention from him that day. Idly, he wondered if he should ask Argus to monitor the night’s detention or if they would return in time.

He shook his head; he was running late.

Locking his classroom, he hurried into his office and shrugged out of his ridiculous teaching robes. They were nice and he loved the black stitch detailing, but he felt out of place when he wore them. He felt like, well, like a swot. He had other robes as well, namely faded grey work robes that he wore when he brewed potions for the infirmary, but they didn’t make him feel powerful or deserving of respect. These did, at least, so pretentious purple teaching robes it was.

He hung them up and took in the small room that had become his safe haven between classes over the years. It was a bit off a mess, but aside from his personal quarters, this was the only other place in the castle that really belonged to him. It was his space, from the still-steaming teacup of darjeeling - courtesy of a modified warming charm - waiting on his desk to the old copies of The Potioneer’s Journal stacked on the floor. There were four different books on his desk, two splayed out, hidden underneath a pile of assignments that still needed to be graded and about two dozen more scattered throughout the stone room.

He considered tidying up a little before he left, maybe watering his rather sad looking peppermint plant and organizing the scrolls of parchment. The mantle and bookshelf looked as if it needed a good dusting as well. This office was an extension of himself, was it not?

Minerva was waiting for him, he reminded himself.

But what if a student came calling, hoping for assistance? For Merlin’s sake, he was the head of Slytherin (and how the bloody hell that happened, he still had no idea), he couldn’t just leave and traipse around the wizarding world as if he had no other responsibilities! What if something happened to one of his snakes and they needed him? He had a job! What part of in loco parentis was he not -

He was stalling.

He was absolutely stalling.

(And it had nothing with his position and everything to do with going to Diagon Alley).

He forced himself to take a deep breath. His Slytherins would be fine and even if something happened, they still wouldn’t come to him for help because he still looked like a seventh year - and a socially uncomfortable, paranoia-fueled mess of one, at that. Merlin give him strength if the day ever came where he actually needed to take charge.

At least he hadn’t stuttered anymore after his very first class. That had been a right disaster and he hated that the second years who got to experience that moment would still be attending Hogwarts for another bloody year.

It took a few more deep breaths before he could convince himself to leave. He glanced down, decided that the black trousers and black jumper he’d pulled on from the pile of clothing that resided on his bedroom floor were clean enough for public wear, and grabbed his scarf. It was hand knitted and pale blue and alright a little wonky, but one of his snakes had given it to him and maybe he was a little sentimental over the physical proof that some of them liked him.

He summoned his winter cloak (and he had to rummage around his desk for the silver cloak pin he might have used to stab through a particularly abysmal homework assignment) and the dragonhide satchel he knew some of the students found him hilarious for carrying around, but what was he supposed to use? His robe pockets? Then it would be obvious he was casting unsanctioned extension charms on his things.

Definitely running late now, he headed upstairs and ran into Minerva on the stairs, who’d clearly been en route to retrieve him.

“Well, it’s about time.” she huffed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was dark out already.” The words didn’t match her tone - gentle, and maybe a little concerned - and it turned his anxiety brittle. He didn’t need to be coddled.

“I was talking to a student.” he lied smoothly, adjusting his cloak so it felt more secure - made him feel more secure - and opened the front door.

“How was your class?”she asked mildly, as they stepped over the remnants of dirty, half-melted snow and made their way to the wrought iron gate.

He scowled and stared up at the sky, noting how overcast it was. “Frustrating.” he admitted, because Minerva was the only person he would ever admit that to. “It’s hard to believe they’re sixth years, for all they pay attention and listen to me.”

“They’re probably just excited for the coming break.”

“The first years are excited for the break and they behave far better than my NEWT students.” Severus’ scowl deepened. “I hate their class.”

“Just their class?” Minerva asked, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow.

He took a moment to contemplate that. “No, but theirs especially.” he decided. “The fourth years and under take me seriously, but the others - I’ve got seventh year Slytherins who will go to you before they come to me!”

“So the ones who’ve only known you to be their professor?”

Severus stopped. “You have a point.”

“Look at it this way,” Minerva smirked, “just three more years and they’ll all take you seriously. Besides, you are young. I’m sure you still have a little more growing to do, dear.”

“Don’t make me hex you.”

“You’ll lose.” Minerva replied simply.

They apparated directly into Diagon Alley once they cleared the wards, appearing in the courtyard between Gringotts and The Leaky Cauldron. Daylight was beginning to dim, the late afternoon sky fading languidly into the cool tones of winter’s night, and the shopping district was quiet.

There were only a handful of wizards walking about, making their way between the brightly colored shops and market stalls. The Alley had prepared for the holidays as well, with their decorated storefronts and the oversized Christmas tree standing tall in the center of the plaza, adorned with hundreds of ornaments and a dizzying amount of silver tinsel. There was no snow on this side of the United Kingdom though, and against the bare, wet cobblestone streets, Diagon Alley didn’t look like rows of icing-coated gingerbread houses.

“Let’s get this over with, then.”

Minerva was watching him carefully and he offered a smile that felt more like a grimace. He didn’t hate shopping for others, but that rebellious part of him was - once again - determined to complain and make a scene. He hated that part of him, felt like he was pushing away the only person who made an effort to see him as a person and not, well, everything else he was. Traumatized child, former student, former Death Eater, child professor, take your bloody pick.

He tried for genuine excitement, for her sake.

Their first stop was a nearby coffee stall and once again, they purchased paper cups of hot coffee with peppermint and chocolate sauce. His mood brightened when he noticed these came with whipped cream and chocolate curls. They spent nearly an hour browsing through the nearby shops and market stalls before he finally relaxed enough to stop looking over his shoulder - there was no one around but very few harried shoppers and the occasional bellringer.

They were inside of Wiseacre’s, fiddling with the selection of crystal balls and reading their futures, when Severus laughed - genuinely laughed - for the first time since they had arrived in London.

Minerva cracked a grin at that before she schooled her face into something more severe. “Don’t laugh!” she admonished, rubbing her hands over the glass sphere. “I’m only telling you what it said: you will get everything you’ve ever wanted, through your looks and charm.”

“I’m sure you will.”

She huffed and tried a different one. “A new voyage will fill your life with untold memories.”

“Now that one sounds like a fortune cookie.”

“You try then.”

Severus shrugged and took the proffered ball. He ran his hands over the joke of a crystal ball and watched as it filled with smoke, turning warm and tingly beneath his fingertips. Tiny print appeared in a golden, curling font: “Your shoes will make you very happy today.”

He looked up and made eye contact with Minerva, exhaling the barest hint of another laugh as he thought of the puddles of slush they had walked through to leave Hogwarts and the impervious charm casted on his boots. He supposed it wasn’t too far off.

Another crystal ball caught his eye and he reached for it. It was clearly another counterfeit, but the stand it rested on seemed genuine enough - heavy and silver-plated. Three crescent moons gather to keep the crystal ball in place, the empty spaces between them interlaced with deep blue sapphires and hand carved runes.

He studied the runes for a moment, fairly certain they were a protection spell. “I think I’ll get this.” he announced, holding up the stand. He took the faux ball in his other hand, getting distracted when it filled with smoke and offered him another fortune: an unexpected acquaintance will resurface.

“For Sybill?” Minerva asked, half-paying attention as she thumbed through a collection of star charts. She looked up when she didn’t receive an answer. “Severus?”

Severus was scowling down at the fortune (although it felt more like a warning) and set it down amongst the others. He didn’t put merit in fortune-telling, let alone crystal balls that sold for less than six galleons and were meant for children. “For Sybill.” he nodded, walking away from the merchandise. He absolutely wasn’t thinking about boots and his paranoia of running into old friends that increased tenfold whenever he left the castle’s wards and how fortune-telling was the only reason he’d made rank within the Death Eaters in the first place.

The stand ended up costing him three galleons, which was more than he’d hope to spend on all of his gifts, but there’s a guilt that gnawed at him whenever he thought about Sybill Trewlaney and his time as a Death Eater at the same time; namely, how a conversation he’d had with the Dark Lord had nearly gotten her killed and it was enough to override his desire to shop frugally.

Minerva purchased a pendant for Aurora: frail lines of silver connected to tiny stars, making up constellations that changed with the position of the planets. It was beautiful and he wished he had seen it first, but he also knew Aurora liked reading romantic murder mysteries and he could think of a few titles she’d likely enjoy.

Not that he read romantic murder mysteries.

At all.

They left the wizarding equipment shop and continued with their browsing. The outdoor stalls were being illuminated by floating orbs now and warming charms had been cast over the next huddle of tables they approached.

Severus was studying a display of cloak pins when Minerva called his name.

He glanced over at her and found her holding up a box full of ornaments - red, green, and silver baubles with gold flakes that changed color - and a tiny, but determined-looking pewter witch mounted on a broomstick that was meant to fly around the tree.

“We’re getting these.”

“We are?” Severus asked, moving closer to rifle through the table she had grabbed them from. He grinned as he found a box of potion phials, brightly painted and stoppered to keep the glitter water inside from spilling out. “This is entirely inaccurate.” he sniffed, but he was still smiling like an idiot because of course he was nerdy enough to find potion bottle ornaments delightful. “Amortentia is definitely not pink and if someone ever hands you a Sleeping Draught that sparkles, they need to be arrested for attempted murder.”

Minerva laughed and they paid for the three boxes of ornaments and two white-fur trimmed stockings because Min had insisted they were a decorating requirement, but that they would need to purchase two because hers matched Elphinstone’s and she wasn’t quite ready to hang it up when she knew they were meant to be a pair.

The mood dampened a little after that admission and Severus found himself floundering. He didn’t know if he was meant to comfort her or how to even do it, so he grabbed the cloak pin he had been watching, a little bronze frog that leapt from its post and perched on your shoulder - absolutely useless as a fastener, but perfect for a distraction and invoking a smile - and claimed it was the ideal gift for Albus.

“It even looks like a chocolate frog.” he finished, handing the vendor fifteen sickles in exchange for the now-boxed-up pin. “He’s going to love it.”

Minerva’s faint smile was soft. “He will.”

They parted ways for the first time when they reached the bookshop. Minerva had something she wanted to get at Twilfit and Tattings and Severus waved her off, eager to finally enter Flourish and Blotts.

“Be good.”

He scowled at ordinance and mockingly saluted her as he headed inside. The bookstore was warm and softly lit, smelled of fresh parchment and chamomile tea. The shelves reached all the way up to the ceiling, wall-to-wall displays only broken by the burning fireplace and the collection of squishy, comfy-looking chairs gathered in front of it.

The shopkeeper waved at him as she organized a stack of new releases next to the shelf where the school textbooks were kept. There’s a beverage cart near the fireplace, holding a teapot and an assortment of mismatched mugs. He helped himself to a spot of chamomile and started to wander around, using his wand to summon books that seemed interesting enough to add to the growing pile floating behind him.

In the end, he decided on six books - two for Aurora, one for Argus, and three for himself.

The newly purchased stack fit easily inside his satchel, barely taking up any room beside the crystal ball stand, the stuffed kneazle - plush toy, not taxidermy - he had found at the Magical Menagerie for Hagrid, and all the other knick-knacks he had decided on. Not to mention everything else that already resided in there.

It wasn’t technically illegal.

Besides, it wasn’t his fault that undetectable extension charms were so advanced that not many wizards were able to do it properly. Furthermore, both Albus and Minerva were aware of it, and if anyone were to get in trouble here, his money was on the headmaster. He was confident in his spell-casting abilities and the worst that could happen was accidentally falling in and unable to find his way out - which wasn’t even that bad, considering he always carried around a medley of potions and snacks and even a blanket because he was that paranoid of being left out in the cold with no one to turn to.

He blinked.

Alright, maybe his abandonment issues were starting to make themselves known, but in his defense, Minerva had been gone for a good forty minutes now.

The point was, casting the charm was heavily frowned upon by the Ministry, but it wasn’t going to get him arrested either. He had worse things on his resume to choose from - and thank Merlin the Ministry of Magic never found out about the...unsavory potions he had been experimenting with around the time of his trial a few years back.

“Severus?”

He stiffened, flashes of smoke filled spheres and curling script flashing in his mind as he heard a voice that did not belong to Minerva. Tension coiled in his shoulders and he carefully secured the buckle on his satchel before he turned around and greeted the man who had decided to approach him.

“Severus Snape.” the man grinned wolfishly, blue eyes twinkling with delight. “As I live and breathe.”

“Corban Yaxley.” Severus greeted, taking in the other’s appearance. His hair had grown out since the last time he’d seen him and his honey-colored locks were pulled back in a low ponytail, accentuating his squared jaw and arched eyebrows. “What a pleasure to run into you.”

“Quite.” Yaxley grinned, the edges sharp. “How is Hogwarts? I heard you were made Head of House for Slytherin.” He took a step closer and leaned forward, his voice dropping as if they were conspiring next to the biographies. “An excellent opportunity to shape the minds of the future, don’t you think?”

Severus kept his face blank. “As well as one could expect,” he answered airily, as if he weren’t gripping his wand beneath the folds of his cloak tight enough to turn his knuckles white, “considering how brainless they all seem to be.”

Yaxley chuckled and leaned back, his posture appearing relaxed and friendly now, but Severus knew better than to trust a former Death Eater who had avoided going to Azkaban simply because he was that good of a liar.

“I don’t get paid enough to deal with their unruliness.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve picked up a trick or two to deal with that.” Yaxley winked and then raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft, Severus?” He stepped closer again. “You used to be so impressive.”

“All of that is irrelevant now.”

“Shame.”

The man was still smiling though and his eyes glinted with something that looked an awful lot like triumph when Severus broke and took a step backwards. He composed himself, but the fingers on his visible hand still clenched around the empty teacup he’d all but forgotten about. “How are things faring at the Ministry?” he deflected, proud when his words didn’t falter.

“Excellent, ever since I got this promotion.” Yaxley smirked. “Karkaroff might have turned traitor - and I can’t say I blame him, for all he’s accomplished: headmaster of Durmstrang, I hear - dropping names left and right in an attempt to hightail it out of Azkaban, but he really did me a solid by getting Rookwood sacked.”

“Glad to hear of it.”

Yaxley stepped closer again and murmured, “Glad to hear he didn’t take you down with him, though. I heard he named you, but I was in America on Ministry business during the Death Eater trials.” Severus could feel the man’s breath on his face and it caused his facade to falter as an awful feeling crept down his spine. “I’ve missed seeing you around, Sev. You’re not hiding out in that fancy castle of yours, are you?”

Severus shook his head, unable to speak.

“Good.” Yaxley’s smile turned saccharine as he put a hand on Severus’ shoulder.

The small bell over the door chimed as it opened, letting in a gust of cold air as someone entered, and it broke the spell. Corban Yaxley dropped his hand and headed for the door. “Don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

Minerva was standing in front of him now, her eyes narrowed as she studied him carefully. “Alright?” she asked, and this time, Severus jumped - and for a split second, he wondered the psychology behind his body staying absolutely still some of the times he was surprised versus the times when he flinched - and pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders. He couldn’t find the words to answer her, his mind heavily focused on the unpleasant weight he still felt on his arm, as if Yaxley were still touching him.

“Let’s get a bite to eat.” Min led him outside and he followed as if on autopilot. “We won’t make it back to Hogwarts in time for dinner.”

He didn’t know the time, didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not, but he also didn’t feel like returning to the bustle of students just yet, so he let her guide him through the white dusted streets of Diagon Alley. Snow had begun to fall, but he barely paid it any mind. He was still reeling, lost in his head as Minerva walked them through The Leaky Cauldron and right into muggle London.

He flinched when she put a hand on his arm, still thinking of Yaxley’s unwelcome touch, and her lips thinned as he choked out an apology. She shook her head and gestured to his cloak before transforming her own into a cream-colored coat. He understood then and raised his wand - still gripped tightly between very numb fingers - and fumbled his way through the spell, changing his wizarding apparel into a winter coat.

“Did you find something for everyone?” Minerva asked gently, as she led them down the street.

He tried to think of everything he bought, frowning when he realized he’d forgotten the one person whose gift mattered the most: hers. “Just about.” he mumbled, hating the way his voice betrayed his weakness. It was no wonder his students didn’t listen; he was pathetic. How he’d ever been able to lie to the Dark Lord and not get killed was beyond him. Perhaps Yaxley had a point: he used to be so impressive.

They entered the first open establishment they saw, a hole-in-the-wall pub with yellow paint and wooden paneling that had once seen better days, but the imperfections were overshadowed by the dozens of framed photographs that dated the place back to the fifties. The lights were hazy, casting an ambient glow onto the green vinyl seats, and soft music - jazzy Christmas songs, from the sound of it- was playing over the speakers, a strange contrast to the clinking of glasses and stifled laughter coming from the patrons at the bar.

Minerva requested a corner booth and took the side that kept her back to the door, wordlessly yet pointedly, and Severus exhaled with a relief he didn’t wish to admit to. They were offered a laminated menu, but Min ordered the special for them without enquiring anything about it - and Severus was beginning to see a pattern there - and two pints of the house ale, and he wasn’t sure whether he was grateful or embarrassed for her help.

“I believe I found the perfect gift for Albus.” Minerva started talking, once they were alone again, and reached into a bright pink shopping bag from Gambol and Japes, pulling out a six inch slab of what looked like granite.

He stared at the object for a solid minute before he gave in and reached for it, taking the smooth square of white-speckled stone and examining it. It had no divots, no fault lines, no imperfections of any kind and he idly wondered if this was a very simplistic paperweight or an attempt to distract him from his impending anxiety attack. “I don’t get it.” he finally conceded.

“It’s a puzzle box.” Minerva took it back and turned it over a few times. “Only the most advanced spellcaster could ever dream of solving it.”

That piqued his attention and he reached for it again. “Hold on, I want to try.” He glanced around the pub before tucking his wand into the sleeve of his jumper and began casting a number of spells, starting with the most basic he could think of - it came from the joke shop, right? There was humor to be found in unexpected simplicity - and even casting a few that he definitely hadn’t learned at Hogwarts.

He gave up, frustrated.

Minerva, on the other hand, was grinning. “This will keep him entertained, don’t you think?” she asked, putting it away.

“It’s going to keep me up for the rest of my life.” Severus replied.

Their food arrived then, burgers on pretzel buns with grilled mushrooms and swiss cheese, and Severus was quick to reach for the chips. Whether it was her intention or not, the distraction had worked and now he worried that she would ask about his run-in with Corban Yaxley. Given the look on her face, it felt inevitable, so with a stifled sigh, Severus cast a whispered muffliato and a muggle repelling charm over them.

“Just say it, then.” he mumbled.

“Say what?”

He glared at her. “I ruined our outing with my overreaction, there at the end. I can tell you’re thinking it, so don’t bother lying to me.”

Minerva blinked and reached for her ale. “Actually, I was wondering if it would be in poor taste to gift Hagrid with a cookbook.”

“What?”

“Surely you’ve tried his rock cakes?” Min asked, biting into a chip. “I just feel he could benefit from a proper recipe. I’m sure he would be an excellent baker, if he just measured the flour correctly.”

He took the out for what it was. “You’d need to find a big enough copy of The Joy of Baking.”

They were nearly done with their meal, their glasses long empty - downsides to the repelling charm, he supposed - when Minerva asked quietly, “Are you alright?”

He nodded.

“Had fun?”

Again, he nodded, because he did have a good time. His chance encounter at the end hadn’t even gone badly - he always worried what would happen if he ran into an ex-Death Eater in public, worried he would choose his words wrong and give himself away. The Dark Lord might be gone, but his cover needed to remain intact, Merlin forbid, the worst ever happened. He just wished he had kept it together better.

He had to learn to keep it together better.

Minerva didn’t pry any further. He cancelled the spells while she talked about Filius’ plan to form a carolling group separate from the Frog Choir and then glared at her when she mentioned it was open to the staff as well, because he could tell where that conversation was going. They were interrupted by their server - small mercies - with their bill, and Severus rifled through his satchel for the muggle money he always carried.

They were standing just outside the door, shrugging back into their coats, when his attention was caught by a colorful flyer for a christmas lights festival.

“We should go.” he told Minerva and bit back a smirk at her surprise that he was suggesting an activity for them to do, instead of her.

“Really?”

“I recall you mentioning it was something you did with Elphinstone.” Severus kept his voice casual, shrugging the weight of what he was offering away. “I think we should go. This weekend.”

Minerva was still staring at the flyer, but when she finally replied, her voice was warm. “This weekend, then.”

-- a/n: maybe i got carried away again?? where’s the actual plot?? there isn’t one baby!! just 4.7k of general chaos

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acerbicanimagus · 3 years

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Snapemas 2020 - day 5, memories

McGonagall: have any happy christmas memories, Severus?

Snape: when i was a child, my da used to give me whiskey to shut me up during the holidays

McGonagall: and how exactly is this a happy memory?

Snape: on regular days he would use beer

Snape: i like whiskey better

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evans-md · 3 years

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Day 3 of Snapemas 2020 : Memories

Snape has yet to come to terms that people care for him.

#severus snape #pro snape #harry potter #my art #hp #remus lupin #snapemas2020 #snapemas #lily evans #lily potter #kinda proud of this one #my snart #mine

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drawnfromthedead · 3 years

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Snapemas 2020 day 13 & 14 Snowed in and Family: Snockhart Edition

Severus often avoided talking about his past with others. It, to him, was old news and shouldn't have any bearing on the present (though he did make an exception for holding grudges against people who have caused him deliberate harm in the past). It took quite a lot of persuading for Gilderoy to get Sev's past out of the dour man.

However, after Severus had confessed the long buried secrets of his past to Gilderoy, Severus realized just how little he knew about Gilderoy's past. Gilderoy had been practicing with his memory skills everyday since he come back from the hospital, and had even read some of his old works and was able to tell where he had spilt from reality and wrote fiction instead, so Severus had hopped Gilderoy would come to him to talk about his past sometime soon just like he had with Gil.

But it never happened, and he remained mostly ignorant to Gil's past.

He knew what didn't happen, like how Gilderoy had never faced off against a werewolf or how Gilderoy didn't actually like wisky at all, though he claimed he did because it was a manly drink. But these things where things Gilderoy wasn't, and barely made up any if who Gilderoy was as a person. So when Gil had convinced Severus to stay the night at his place instead of in the castle ("Just one night I promise! Your going to love it!") Sev thought it would be the perfect opportunity to try and learn more about the man he was seeing.

The whole point of dating was to get to know someone better romantically and personally, yes?

It turned out to be a very difficult subject to bring up, both because Severus couldn't quite figure out how he was supposed to word it and because Gilderoy had planned all kinds of things for them to enjoy together. Severus had tried to bring it up during dinner but Gilderoy had already gone off in a different direction of conversation before he could get his words straight, and then Sev got sidetracked by the way the conversation was going and eventually forgot himself in Gil's words.

He remembered what he was going to ask when Gilderoy had suggested decorating the house for Christmas since "It would be so much fun to do with you, Sev!" However their was a problem with the Christmas lights Gil had gotten and after Severus had fixed them he got distracted (again) by Gilderoy, he had gotten himself tangled up in the garland from trying to hang them up without Sev for support.

Later that night he tried to want to bring it up again but they had had such a wonderful night, and Sev wasn't even sure about how to word sucha delicate question, plus Gilderoy was getting ready in his room and he definitely didn't want to put that on hold. So he decided to talk to Gil in the morning, when he had figured out how to word his question.

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Unfortunately for Severus' plans, there had been a snow storm that night. The house was covered with no way out but the fireplace, and Gil was all out of floo powder and they couldn't just climb up the chimney it was too small an opening. Severus tried to apparate out at first, but apparently Gil had to take precautions against a crazed fan a few years back and apparating was impossible inside the house.

They decided to start the fire and get breakfast, it's not like the house was a prison, and at any rate they weren't getting out of the house anytime soon and definitely not while freezing and hungry.

So, other plans long ruined, wrapped in an oversized blanket with Gil leaning on his side Severus decided to ask his question.

"Its kinda stupid really," Gilderoy started "I'm not trying to deliberately hid anything, if you were thinking that."

"Gilderoy."

"OK! But only a little bit, I just- Well I always though my life was bad before and hearing about yours just made me feel like I was trying to make things about me again, ya know? And I though you wouldn't want to hear me praddle on about things I hardly remember, and the things I do remember don't really make for an interesting story."

"It's you, Gil, I'd listen to you talk about hoe paint would dry on a beige wall for hours."

"So we're starting of with the fresh coat of primer-"

"Don't you dare," Severus breathed out a quiet laugh "Your past is a part of you and I already care about you so its not like I'm not going to stop because your past isn't a best selling novel."

"It would be a very boring novel...My dad was never mean or outwardly aggressive, but it wasn't a happy man, especially after he married my mom. She was his second wife, and she was supposed to give a exceptional magical child, like what her family had promised him when he agreed to marry her. I was exceptionally average at my best."

"Gil-"

"No. I know it, my dad never had to say it, I always just knew. I have two older sisters, from my dad's previous marriage, and they aren't exactly talented with magic but they could kick my ass in a duel if it came down to it. I started with small scams to prove them wrong, when I had gotten out of Hogwarts, made enough money from it to look like I was a successful man and it made them all proud of me.

"It hurt. I was lying to them, not even all that well, but they didn't care because I looked successful. And in turn it made them look successful. So I escalated and I started writing about some of the stuff I had done under a pen name, I think I was trying to prove something to people I had conned or something, and while they brought in a bit of money it wasn't all that much and no one knew it was me.

"But then I had met this guy in a pub, drunk off his head, loudly boasting about all the things he'd seen and done as an obliviator. Thing was we were in a muggle pub, I watched him get arrested that night and watched everyone there get obliviated. I wrote down one of the stories he had told that night, thinking I could get a quick bit of money off of it. But the story took off and I made nearly 1,000 G on it. It a lot compared to later sales but I felt rich as he'll at the time.

"I thought I had figured out away to make a lot of money, more than I ever had before and with a hell of a lot less effort, not just look successful but easily be successful. So I payed a guy to let me use a cheaper nockoff of a pensive and learned the obliviate spell from my own memories. I started going around collecting stories then obliviating the people what had actually done them and then finally I wrote them down as if I was the one who had done them. The books were wildly successful, so since I had started on the life of fame I decided to write more of 'me' into the stories and people just-lapped it up.

"I was so caught up in my own fame I didn't even notice that my dad had a funeral," Gilderoy's eyes where wet, like he was trying to stop himself from crying " I had done this whole thing-This whole thing- to see him genuinely proud of something I had put actual work into and I didn't even notice he died. What kind of," he broke off it to a harsh sob.

"Gil, you were traveling all over the world collecting these stories for him, its not like they sent you letters telling you he was gone and you just decided not to care." Severus pulled Gilderoy's body against his own and held him as he continued to cry "I think we should take a break from talking about this, I don't think I've ever seen you this worked up.

"Sev I don't-"

"Shh, it's fine. If you feel like theirs more to tell me later we'll talk about it later but right now you look like your already past what you can handle," Gilderoy pulled at a loose corner of a blanket and started dab at his eyes "we can talk more later, I trust you."

"I love you," Severus muttered, barely audible, from where he had just pressed his face into Gilderoy's hair.

"I-" Gilderoy felt like he couldn't breath "I love you too."

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Sorry this is so late, I wanted to do these in order day by day but sometimes my mind is being weird and won't let me do stuff. However I managed to just spew this one out today so maybe I could do today's prompt as well? Who knows, certainly not me I've decided.

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Prompt: 5. Memories

A/N: So, we are on day 5 of SNAPEMAS and I have a little longer fic for you today! Fair warning though, it is very mixed between joy and sorrow because I try to shine some light on tough subjects with my writing. I know it's a jolly time of year but it is also around this time of year many suffer - often in silence. So, with that said, I hope you enjoy this one!

Setting: Your home on a little hill covered in snow, Christmas morning

Pairing: Snape x Wife!Reader

ABBR.: │(y/n) - Your Name │

Word count: 4240

Warnings: Sexual content, Angst, Sorrow, Mentions of miscarriage, Fluffiness & Cute stuff

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Christmas, it's finally here! It was the first thing you thought as you woke from a soft slumber next to your husband. It was still early, pitch black outside despite the heavy layer of snow you knew was just beyond the frost-covered window. You sighed, completely content as you snuggled up next to Severus. His arms snaked lazily around you as he grumbled a 'good morning' with that raspy voice you adored.

You kissed his chest as you were tucked into him, your head heavy on his pale shoulder. "Good morning hubby," you purred and you saw a little smile tug at his thin lips. Your fingers traced idle circles on his chest, swirling in the black chest hair you always loved to drag your fingers through. He chuckled and moved his free hand to be beneath his head.

"How long do you think we have?" he murmured and it vibrated through your skin where your head rested against him. "'dunno, an hour maybe," you whispered back, he chuckled. "That's more than enough." Before you knew it he was on top of you. He held up his weight with his arms on either side of you as he snuggled in between your warm legs. Fitting perfectly together.

You giggled as your arms snaked around him; your warm hands landed on each of his shoulders before you moved them down his scarred back. You barely noticed all the marks he bore any longer. They were a part of him and nothing with him could be ugly. Not even the near-white marks that covered most of his back. You knew what memories they carried and you had been determined, from the first time you saw them, to take away his pain. As he did yours.

His lips travelled down your temple, cheek and jaw; ventured down your throat as he purred against you. A soft moan escaped you as one of his hands stroked down your ribs and hip; then up again. "Severus," you whispered and he hummed. "I love you," was his answer to your call of his name before his head dipped further down to your breasts as he kissed, licked and nibbled. "I love you too," you panted softly as your hands grabbed on to his back. Your nails slightly dug in and he moaned against your warm skin.

He ventured further down and your opening was slick with want. A feverish need pounded in you as he stirred you awake in every way possible. You loved him dearly. The perfect man that was yours to love and cherish, to care for and support. As he did for you in all ways possible. The way he made you tremble with arousal was just the biggest of bonuses. He was masterful in the art of seduction and just as skilled when it came to the actual deed. He never left you unsatisfied if he could help it.

"Oh, Sev, please," you pleaded as he suckled and licked at your most sensitive spot. As he tenderly stroked and sucked the little bundle of nerves. Your body stiffened ever so slightly as he hummed against you. It was a far better experience than any vibrating toy could ever give you. Could there be a better way to start of Christmas? No, no I don't think so...

"I love-" Just as he was about to say something you both froze. Then in a flurry of movements, he threw himself up and you both snuggled up to each other pretending to be asleep. You tried to calm your body and breathing, he was trying to do the same. You both inhaled and exhaled a long, deep breath and just a second later your door gently squeaked open. Just as you both were able to scold your faces into sleeping masks.

You pretended to be asleep as little feet padded the floor on their journey towards your bed. The mattress bent and the bed groined a bit as a little body climbed onto it. "Mommy," a sing-song voice whispered. You feigned sleep and tried with all your might not to smile. "Mommy," the little voice whispered again, a little louder. But you did not stir. You knew to lay still and be quiet, pretend to sleep as this, this very moment, was your husbands favourite part of Christmas morning.

The bed dipped, someone small crawled over you and snuggled in between yourself and Severus. "Daddy?" the little voice whispered, "daddy wake up." You felt Severus stir as he feigned waking up with a grunt. "What is it my little princess?" he murmured with that raspy voice and you laid still, listened. Tried to still the yearning and pounding Severus had stirred in you a moment earlier. "I can not sleep," your daughter whispered with a sigh. Severus chuckled and you knew it was because she spoke like him. Said each word. She never used 'can't' or 'won't', not even 'I'll'. No, she spoke every word just like her father. Except if she was mad. Then it was a splurge of words of all kinds.

"You can not sleep, you say?" You felt the nod she gave. "Should we go and make breakfast then?" Severus continued in a hushed tone, "so mommy can sleep?" "Mommy is sleeping hard," your daughter said with a sigh and Severus chuckled. "She is indeed," he whispered and your daughter giggled as you presumed he gave her a little tickle or kiss to the top of her head. "Come on then." They both left the bed with muffled steps and you knew Severus was holding her hand and in her other hand his old, nearly worn out, pyjama pants of black silk was most likely clutched and trailed after her.

She had never had a teddy bear to fall asleep with or anything like that. No, your daughter had laid claim to Severus's pyjama pants when she was no more than 7 months old. His favourite pair. But he had given them up freely. You smiled at the memory of his shocked eyes as your daughter had screamed and screamed only to fall asleep instantly when you gave her the pants. They smelled of her father and it soothed her immensely. Since then, the king had lost his garment to the little princess who refused to share.

The door closed and you heard the stairs groan under their weight as you turned over and sighed. Sure, you had not had the satisfaction of sweet release but you had so much more to feel content about. So as you layed there you allowed memories to flash by. Some happy and some sad. Some horrible and some wonderful.

Your mind drifted away to Christmas's passed. The first Christmas you had ever spent with Severus had been a, well, trial. He had said no to music, no to garlands, no to Christmas cookies and star-shaped lamps. No to a tree and no to a party. He had blocked you at every turn as you had tried your darndest to decorate his house at Spinner's End.

Well, he lost that battle and every Christmas battle since, you thought as a chuckle escaped you. You had gone up at two in the morning and decorated the whole damn house in red, green and silver. Everywhere hung decorations, in the oven cookies were being baked and from the radio in the kitchen came soft Christmas music. You had ordered a tree to be delivered at exactly six in the morning as Severus was a bit of a sleepyhead back then and usually didn't get up until after nine in the morning.

You had moved some furniture and placed the tree smack in the middle of the living room and boy oh boy had it been decorated. There were all kinds of decorations and so much glitter you could barely see the tree beneath it all. The house was a Christmas Wonderland by the time Severus shuffled down from the bedroom and his face. HIS FACE! I can still not get over it, you thought and you had to muffle a laugh with your hand not to be too loud.

He had looked utterly outraged and shocked. His exact words were 'What devil has spewed Christmas all over MY house?! (y/n)! What have you done to my house, you wicked woman!' You had stood your ground and the minute he had whipped out his wand to take it all down you had snatched it and ran into the kitchen where the smell of cookies hit him like a wall of sweetness. And you knew, the battle had been won when he saw the gingerbread heart decorate with glace that spelt 'I love you, my sweet Grinch'.

He had choked on a rumbling laugh and he seemed to have lost the anger and outrage as he gingerly looked at the cookie you had made only for him. That saved my arse, you chuckled again as the clear sounds of breakfast in the making reached you from downstairs. "Daddy, I ... ham ... plate..." You could hear some of the words your daughter was uttering but the unmistakable sound of Severus's praise was impossible to miss.

More feet clapped and thudded against creaking floorboards. "Oh boy, you have your hands full now my Grinch," you chuckled and how right you were. Jolly voices rang through the house, chaos broke out as apparently everyone was awake and up - ready for Christmas. You heard the unmistakable sound of begging with words of gifts. Then grumbling about waiting only to be followed by shouting and feet stomping the floor.

Three, two, one- "Go get mommy!" There it is, my queue to save my poor husband, and here comes the cavalry! The door burst open and several little bodies filled the bed. "Mommy! Mommy! It's Christmas!" a boyish voice with a high pitch rang out and you opened your eyes only to grab all of your kids and gave them kisses as they struggled to get away while laughing. "It is my little darlings, it is!" you said with joy as you looked at your daughter and your three sons. Happiness filled your chest and you could barely keep the tears away. You had not always been so fortunate as to have a family, to have children. There was a time when you feared it would never happen.

Jacob, your oldest son of nine years, fortunately broke your train of thought as he pulled on your arm. "Let's go, mommy! Daddy says we can't have our gifts yet!" he hollered with a disgruntled sneer he had learnt from his father long ago. He was adorable with his father's black hair and your eyes paired with his pale skin. "Daddy said so! Daddy's mean!" Ethan and William declared at the same time, their twin behaviour was getting almost spooky. Despite only being seven years old they already acted like one - no matter how hard you tried to make sure they always knew they were their own individual persons.

You sighed and shook your head, "daddy is not mean. Daddy is very nice and loves you very much. Don't hurt his feelings like that." The twins looked a little sad at that but seemed to quickly shake it off with a hasty nod. "Mommy, can you come now?" You looked at your daughter, little Elisa who had slid off the bed and stood next to your head. You smiled and nodded. "Let's go make sure daddy has set the table properly guys," you said and the cavalry filed out of the room in a thunder of hurried steps as the twins raced each other to get to the kitchen first; despite the fact you called after them not to run.

In the kitchen, Severus was preparing tea and coffee while your children messed up the table setting as they moved things around to their liking. You leaned against the door jamb as you watched the chaos that was your family. Your perfect little home with the messy fridge covered in the children's art, the worn floorboards, the creaking cabinets and that one drawer that wouldn't fully close in the little kitchen. There laid toys here and there, books as well. Now during Christmas times, there was even more stuff everywhere as you were crazy for Christmas decorations and your children seemed to have inherent that as well. But it was your mess, your family's things and it made you smile.

"Ah, there you are, about time," Severus smiled as he filled your cup with tea and his own with pitch-black coffee. "Hot chocolate! Hot chocolate!" Elisa hollered as she tugged on her fathers pants before you had had any time to answer him. "Alright, alright. Easy does it," Severus chuckled and gave you a silent look. You nodded and started to prepare the hot chocolate as all the kids swarmed towards you with their favourite mugs in their little hands. they were all twinkling eyes and wide smiles as they were dressed in their Christmas pyjamas and slippers.

You made each cup to their liking. Elisa's with rainbow marshmallows. Jacob's with whipped cream and chocolate powder on top. The twins, Ethan and William, preferred theirs with an extra scoop of chocolate and exactly five blue marshmallows. No more, no less. "Careful now," you chided as they started to walk towards the table with their filled mugs and they all slowed down so as not to spill the warm drink.

Again, it was chaos. Elisa only wanted Severus to make her breakfast, Jacob wanted to have more of everything, the twins wrestled for the same pieces of ham to put on their sandwiches but all were happy. And once everyone had what they wanted a soft silence fell as you all enjoyed a hearty breakfast while the littler radio played soft carols in the background.

You sipped your tea and nibbled on a sandwich as you made sure the kids sat properly and didn't flail their arms about too much. Severus gave you sweet looks and little smiles whenever little Elisa allowed him to not be fully occupied by her talk of reindeer and snowmen.

It didn't take long for the nagging about Christmas gifts began. You simply rolled your eyes, it was the same thing every year. The kids were always so preoccupied with the thought of gifts that they somehow always missed checking their stockings and you never reminded them before breakfast, always after. You had done that mistake only once and would never do it again as the whole breakfast was ruined. The kids only played with the things they had received instead of eating. It had been a mess and a struggle to get a Christmas breakfast that year.

So you smiled and hummed, added little words like 'oh no' and 'really' when needed as the kids babbled about everything they could possibly think of to try and persuade you to give them their gifts. Breakfast was always like that - full of talking that is - but on Christmas, you actually let them babble for as much as they wanted. It was a time for freedom and joy, not reprimands and silencing. And, who wouldn't want their children to feel like they always can speak to their parents? About anything. Well, you wanted them to feel that they could do just that.

When breakfast had been cleared away and you were about to tell the kids to check their stockings Jacob shrieked before you even had a chance to say anything. "Stockings! WE HAVE STOCKINGS!" he hollered loudly and for a moment everything was quiet and still. Then the cavalry literally ran to the fireplace where six stockings hung. You chuckled as both you and Severus followed silently. Holding freshly filled cups of tea and coffee respectively.

The kids played with their morning toys - a tradition your family had had for many generations. As a child you didn't think much of it but now that you yourself had children you understood why the tradition came to be in the first place. To keep the little ones calm, and occupied, for a few hours. Until they get the bulk of the gifts, you thought with a smile and a swift glance around the room.

Around your wrist were a silver bracelet, it had waited in your stocking. The chain was adorned with little letters in between even spaces. All the first letters of your children's names. Your husband had always been a thoughtful and caring gifter so you were not surprised to find something you wanted without even having known you wanted it to begin with in your stocking. He, on the other hand, was enjoying a rather hefty book. A muggle book to be precise; a collection of classics from Charles Dickens, Bram Stroker and Jane Austen.

Your husband would never admit it but he adored classical romance with all it's intricate emotions and linguistics. So you bough collection edition for him; just so he could pretend it was the other stories that fascinated him rather than the once with a lot of romance. Even if those were the ones he read over and over. In this particular collection 'Pride & Prejudice' was the most romantic story and you already saw him skipping to the latter half of the book to read it.

As you sat there -the kids played, your husband read and you enjoyed a fresh cup of peppermint tea - memories flooded in again as the happiness you felt poked at the less happy times that seemed to always linger in the back of your head. No matter what you did to cast those memories out. They were, truly, useless as they held no sway any longer. They were healed wounds. Merely scars now.

However, they pulled you back to the third Christmas you had had with Severus, the first one as a married couple. It wasn't a happy Christmas. The gifts he had given were perfect, the food delicious and the house sparkled with decorations as a hefty smell of gingerbread cookies filled the air. He had done it all. Severus that is. You, you had barely had the energy to get out of bed.

It was the first Christmas you could remember not being jolly, or singing, or dancing. Not baking or cooking or decorating. No, you had been curled up under heavy blankets with one of Severus's sweaters tightly held to your chest as you sobbed and cried for hours.

The memory made you shudder, Severus noticed from the other side of the little living room. "Love?" he asked in that worried tone of his, "are you cold?" You shook your head but grabbed a blanket to put over your folded legs anyway. He arched a brow and you gave him a tight smile before your eyes returned to rest on the children, as they were playing on the rug before you. I'm so happy I have all of you, my little darlings...

But no matter how happy you were the memory kept pressing, as it had done every Christmas. Your children reminded you of it, more often than you cared to admit. But you didn't hold that against them and you never spoke of it. With them, your husband or anyone else.

It was 12 years ago and you preferred not to utter a word about it. After all, why speak of such horrible things as miscarriages with the lovely little humans that were your children. Why torment yourself and your husband with words of what was lost when there has been so much gain afterwards. It was just useless. And, usually, the memories faded away hurriedly after you just let them play out. It was still hard to allow them through.

But you remembered. Always remembered the pain, horror and dread from losing a child before it even arrived in the world. The emptiness, that hollow feeling where something - someone - would always be missing. You had only been three months pregnant when it happened. But the fact it had happened a mere two days before Christmas seemed to make the experience even worse. And now, now those memories were at their peak around the happiest time of the year.

But you never let it take over and you always cherished what you had. Four beautiful children, a loving husband and a warm place to call home. After all, some unlucky souls never got children. No matter how hard they tried or how many times they manage to get pregnant or how badly they wanted it. If it was a choice to not have children; you were happy for that person. But to never have children, or to miscarry, when you desperately wanted to have your own little family was nearly unspeakable.

So, you never spoke of it. You were slowly getting past it even if the memories remained. But they were further away now. Not so demanding and not so vivid any longer. Scars rather than wounds. You were thankful for that. I have more than I could ever have hoped for, you thought and a warm smile spread across your lips as Elisa crawled up on the couch and snuggled into your embrace with her new dragon plushie held tightly.

"Do you like her?" you asked, your daughter smiled. "You think it is a she?" she asked, "I mean, it is green." You gave her a smile as you stroked her hair. She already spoke so clearly. A fast learner it appeared. "It can't be a girl because it is green?" you asked, your daughter pondered the idea. "It has purple spikes," she stated, "and purple eyes," she continued. "Elisa, you decide if it is a he or a she. Listen to the dragon, what is it telling you?"

Your daughter stared at the plushie and seemed extremely focused. "It's not a he or a she," she stated firmly. "Oh, what is it then?" you asked with a smile, she looked at you with her face set in a determined expression. "It's a dragon." You smiled and laughed, good answer my little clever darling. "That sounds very good sweetheart, what is your dragon's name then?" "Dragon," she stated flatly as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole world that the genderless dragon's name was just Dragon. Yeah, how could one not immediately understand that? You nodded with a wide smile - and a damn good try to not laugh at how cute your daughter was - and she returned to hugging the plushie; obviously happy with her own logic.

The memories of the sorrow and heartache, the loss, faded away and you sat with your daughter in your arms and a wide smile covered your lips. Life is good, you thought for yourself and as if faith had little tolerance for your enjoyment all hell broke loose as the twins stole Jacobs toy. They screamed and fought for the toy. All six hands grabbed after it. Severus was quickly over at them and settled the situation though so you continued to cuddle your little daughter.

It didn't take long for Jacob to come over and Elisa swiftly moved over to her dad where she seemed even happier to be curled up. You took Jacob in your arms, quite happy he still wanted to cuddle despite being nine years old and always proclaimed he was 'a big boy now' when you tried to hug him or kiss him. So you enjoyed it. Loved the moment as he talked about all the things his robot toy could do, how his robot had saved the universe and always remembered mother's day. It was quite amusing as Jacob always seemed to forget about that particular day.

You kissed the top of his head and he ran off to his room to play with the toy, the twins followed - always wanting to be close to their big brother - and Elisa was quick not to be left behind. A calm quiet fell over the living room and Severus came over to you. You smiled and he lifted your legs before he sat down next to you and placed your legs over his.

"Happy?" he asked with a glance at the bracelet. You beamed at him. "Very, you? Enjoying your new book?" you asked with a little wicked smile and he chuckled. "I know you know, but I'll be damned if I ever admit it." You laughed loudly at his words and he kissed your temple. "My sweet Grinch," you whispered and stole a quick kiss from his smiling lips before he had leaned too far away again.

"Think they will play for a while?" he asked as his hands stroked your legs atop the blanket. "Half an hour maybe, why?" He smiled wickedly. One of those grins that made your body vibrate with want and lust. The heat from earlier ignited instantly. "Let's finish what we started," he murmured as his hand slithered in under the blanket. Your cheeks flushed and you both knew you were playing a dangerous game out in the open of the living room. You hid under the blanket and in an instant, all thoughts of Christmas, gifts and losses were torn away from you as Severus took over your mind, body and soul yet again with the soft sound of children laughing and Christmas carols in the background.

So, before I write anything else - I know it's Christmas and it's supposed to be light-hearted, jolly fics and stuff but I still feel like holding true to reality as Christmas his a hard time for many people for different reasons. This being only one of them. And I do want to shine some light on tough subjects through my writing - I try at least - but I am trying to keep it as light as possible during Christmas. Considering it's supposed to be a jolly time ^^

So, I hope you enjoyed this little longer fic. I have been trying to keep my writing a bit shorter for Snapemas as I won't otherwise be able to do as many prompts as possible - hopefully all of them. But I will do a few longer ones when I feel it's required or I have the time to do it ^^ After all, you guys are used to my fics being a bit lengthy xD

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🎄 SNAPEMAS - a challenge for Snapedom creators! 🎄

Feel free to join all or pick and choose what challenges you wish to do! :D It's all in good fun! I will do a few of them or all, I don't know - guess time will tell! Like I said, all in good fun!

We are coming up on December and Christmas, a Holiday loved by many. But, the question is what Christmasy things are our beloved professor Snape up to? How does he feel about the holiday? What does he do and with whom? O.O

Well, all of that is up to each and every one of you to decide! For this challenge, I give something for each day up until Christmas eve to be included in the story or the subject of the whole thing - interpret it as you wish. Feel free to draw if you want that instead of writing - all creative things are welcome! :D Also, you can write it as whatever date you want in the story - if you want the 6th challenge (6th of December IRL) to be Christmas Eve then write it like that :D Every day can be Christmas Eve or Christmas Day if you wish!

Use the tag snapemas2020 so everyone can find your work for this years challenge! :D I really want to read/see all of the stories/imagines/drawings/things you come up with! Lets spread some Snapelove all around!

On to the challenge list! *drumroll*

💚 SNAPEMAS 💚

1. Mistletoe 2. Christmas Card 3. Smiles 4. Snow 5. Memories 6. Christmas Food 7. Ice Skating 8. Snowballs 9. Fever 10. Slippery Slope 11. Lanterns 12. Gingerbread House 13. Snowed In 14. Family 15. Snowmen 16. Crackling Fire 17. Loneliness 18. Christmas Market 19. Deck the Great Hall 20. Joyous Chorus 21. Christmas Present 22. Trembling 23. Hope 24. Christmas Party

Good luck everyone and I hope December will be good for you! We are finally reaching the end of 2020! What a- strange year it has been...

💚 Lots of love, and jolly holiday wishes 💚

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Prompt: 22. Trembling

A/N: So I'm not much for writing young Snape romantically - I much prefer the older one - but I got a little idea for a story and I wanted to try it out. I hope I managed to do the idea in my head some sort of justice and that you all enjoy it <3

Setting: Hogwarts, the day before leaving for the holidays

Pairing: Snape x Reader (both in their seventh year at Hogwarts)

ABBR.: │ (y/n) - Your Name │ (y/l/n) - Your Last Name │

Word count: 3248

Warnings: Harsh Language, Angst, Fluff, Bullying

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Prologue: You have been in love with Severus for nearly two years now, but he had seemed oblivious to you and each time you had tried to befriend him, or even talk to him, he had been nearly cruel in his words as he pushed you away in all manners possible. But you were resilient and would not quit bugging him in your efforts to catch his attention. But, even you had a limit to what you could take and you were balancing on it after such a long time of giving it your best effort to get him to allow you into his life; and hopefully heart.

He was soaked. You heard the laughter and the snickering as he stood absolutely still in pure shock while water drenched him, soaked his clothes and flattened his long black hair. Your heart skipped a beat as tears sprung to your eyes as you stood halfway up the stairs watching him below you. Those fucking Marauders! They're so damn cruel! As that thought ran through your head you heard the howling laughter of those exact people.

Your head whipped around, your eyes instantly locked on James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Lily. They stood on the staircase just above Severus; Sirius and James each held a bucket each that had obviously been filled with the water that had been dumped over Severus. You were fuming, your fists clenched at your sides as you watched them laugh. Except for Lily, she just sneered at Severus with a tired look. How can she just fucking stand there? How cold can a person be? At least the other idiots claim their actions and their ugly sides... But she, you were fuming as your eyes shoot figurative bolts of lightning at the girl who was one of the reasons Severus had not accepted your requests at being friends - or even on speaking terms. You knew that. You knew how he looked at her, and damn it hurt.

"Oy, Snivellus, feeling a bit cleaner?" James laughed out with a high five from Sirius who howled with laughter. Remus chuckled, Peter looked happy and Lily seemed to care more about her nails than the scene that was unfurling in front of her. You clenched your jaw as your eyes switched view and landed on Severus who was still standing absolutely still as water pooled around his feet. Your heart clenched at the sight of him, your stomach twisted and you started to tremble with fuming, glowing, boiling rage. It coursed through your every fibre as your hand unclenched and reached for your wand.

It all happened so fast. Your actions fuelled by the dooming rage that pulsed through you as you directed the tip of your wand towards the idiots one floor up and in the next instant they were soaking wet as a fountain of water spewed from your wand. Fuelled by your raging emotions. Silence fell as the sound of water took over. It only took a single moment to drench them all - and a few bystanders. But they had laughed too so why the heck not?

"(y/l/n)! NO-!" Severus screamed and it pulled you out of the pounding emotions that that locked you in your stance as water finally stopped spewing from your wand. You were panting, your hand and wand trembled as you shook from your own shocking action. You had never done anything like that before. Seven years at Hogwarts and I, I lose control now-?! You thought as your hand lowered while the Marauders were still coughing and trying to get up of the floor as the water had truly flown out of your wand like a wave and crashed into them with force.

You turned your head towards Severus who gawked at you. Except for the sloshing of wet clothes and some coughing, the silence was as thick as morning fog. He looked at you, shocked and perhaps taken aback from your actions. For a moment you were just frozen in place as the realisation hit you. You had stooped to their level. You had retaliated - rather splendidly as well might you add.

But the look Severus gave you wasn't a happy one, it wasn't thankful or grateful. He looked horrified and it broke your heart. Tears sprung to your eyes and in an instant, your legs began moving. You hurled yourself down the stairs as students started to whisper and point. You passed Severus in a rush, unable to look at anyone as you tried to keep the tears from falling freely. As you tried to keep your heart in one piece in your chest.

You barrelled your way through corridor after corridor until you got to the courtyard at the back. You flung yourself through the doors as the faint echo of your name being called reached you. But you ran. Ran and cried. Stumbled and sobbed. Somehow, you ended up at the Whomping Willow at the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. You stopped outside of its reach as you heaved for air. Your lungs burned as your cheeks turned wet from tears.

You tried to force air into your lungs, tried to confine the emotions that raged through you like the crashing of waves on a stormy sea seeking to devour all ships. To sink all things and snatch them from the light, clutch them in the deep dark of eternal night. Just, breath, breath, maybe he-, maybe he doesn't hate- no, that look... A sharp pain shot through you, it echoed through your soul as the look on Severus's face flashed before your inner eye.

You sobbed and snivelled as you tried to wipe away the salty tears. Your legs were shaking and your hands still trembled. Your chest felt too tight, yet it could have caved in on itself at the same time from the hollow feeling. How was that even possible? Could you break so badly you turned hollow?

A twig snapped, your head whipped around as Severus called out your name with a hoars voice. as if he had been screaming for a long time. Your eyes widened as he appeared at the top of the hill a little ways away from you. "Leave me alone!" you screamed at him with a broken voice as you were still crying. He started to run towards you on those long slender legs. "(y/n), you-" "Leave me alone!" you screamed again as you started to step backwards. As you tried to increase the distance he so hastily shortened.

"(Y/N), DON'T-" he screamed and you saw that horrible expression of horror again in his eyes and it hit you with such force you stumbled from the recent memory in the Entrance Hall. You were just about to fall when your breath was knocked out of you as something hard hit your back so harshly you landed face forward in the cold snow with a thud. You lost your bearing as your head had taken quite a hit against the ground. The tiny layer of snow did nothing to dampen the blow.

"(Y/N)! RUN!" Severus screamed as you tried to lift yourself up of the ground. What the- but you had no more time to think as a large tree branch slammed itself down right next to you. Missing you by merely the width of a wand. You tried to force air into your lungs after the previous harsh blow as your head spun and your back protested against any movement you tried to force your body to do. Severus shouted at you to move, run, get away - but you couldn't get up.

"MOVE!" he screamed and you rolled away just in time before another branch slammed down where you had laid a mere second earlier. You managed to get up in a crawling position and threw yourself forward with all your strength. You were nearly, nearly out of reach for the damn tree as it slammed its branches down again. The tip of one struck your foot and the force of the blow made you scream out in pain as Severus grabbed your hands and pulled you away from the tree with such force you landed on top of him.

You both laid panting on the wet, cold ground as the tree straightened and stopped flinging its branches around. You tried to catch your breath as Severus held onto you. You barely realized it at first but once your mind became aware of him beneath you, his arms around your waist, his face so close to your own... Your breath hitched, you tensed and you flung yourself off him so fast you had to scramble to find your own limbs in the flailing mess you were.

You managed to get up, somehow, as he rose elegantly despite his long limbs. Your heart hammered as he looked at you. Your mouth went dry as the memory of his horror-filled eyes from earlier flashed by as he still had a slight look of horror etched in those onyx galaxies that were his eyes. You couldn't bear to look at him when he wore that expression you knew came from anger at you, or perhaps even hatred at what you had done. It made no sense that he would be angry with you for defending him but you still saw it, felt it. It couldn't be anything else when his eyes wore such an expression.

You turned around as you hugged yourself. Your back ached, your body shook and you felt fresh tears as they leaked from your eyes. You sobbed as some form of reality hit you that you had fucked up and now, he would never allow you to be close to him. Perhaps now he wouldn't just dismiss you but effectively shut you out... You shivered as the thoughts of his hatred and rejection ran through you.

"Are you cold?" Severus asked and his voice frightened you so you jumped slightly as it came from such close proximity. You twisted your head at the same time only to find him mere inches from you. You froze. Never had he been so close before as he had been that day. Before it was unintentional but now, he had stood himself right by you.

"(y/n), are you cold?" he asked again as you couldn't make a sound. All you could think of, all you could feel, was your pounding heart and his beautiful eyes paired with the long black hair that screamed for you to reach out and run your fingers through it. But you didn't, of course, you didn't do that. But you wanted to, oh by Merlin how you wanted to touch those silky strands. but you merely looked at him as your body vibrated from the shivers as you were without any proper attire to be outside in such cold temperatures.

In the next moment, it was like you realised he spoke to you, realised he was so close, realised he had followed you - called for you and basically saved you from the deadly tree. You took a step back from him as uncertainty crawled through you. How angry was he with you? Did he hate you now? Was that what his eyes were screaming at you? You hadn't a clue and it freaked you out immensely. You felt your face turn pale - from the thoughts, the worry, but also the physical pain you were in as the tree had landed two harsh blows on you.

"Why did you do that?" he asked and his words surprised you, he sounded angry, or perhaps exasperated - you couldn't quite tell as his voice was so damn deep it thundered out of his mouth no matter what he said. "I-, I-" But you found no words. You had never confessed your feelings to him, you had only ever dared hope to perhaps befriend him. Why would he, excellent as he was, be interested in you? You weren't anything special or fancy, nor were you excellent as he was. You were, quite frankly, just you.

He raised a brow slightly at you and a blush crept in as you folded your eyes towards the ground. His was just too deep, too wide, to hexing to look into any longer. You feared you would drown if you kept staring into them as they swirled with black stardust. "You shouldn't have done that," he murmured on a small sigh and you lowered your head as your shoulders shot up towards your ears. "I'm sorry, I, I just wanted to- I couldn't just stand by and watch. They're, they're horrendous..." Your voice was low yet you managed to squeeze out the words through the lump that had formed in your throat.

"They are, you shouldn't have butted in (y/n), you should have just let it-" You whipped up your head with a glare towards him. Suddenly quite angry with him instead. "You shouldn't be treated like that! You shouldn't have to deal with shit like that!" you shouted as he stared at you, "It's not fair! They treat you worse than garbage! I can't- I can't stand it! I can't just look, I can't just stand by and let them torment the one I love-" Your hand covered your mouth instantly without even finishing your sentence.

You stared at him with wide eyes as he did the same at you. Your words felt heavy in the air as your body stiffened, prepared to run for the hills if need be. "You- you what?" Severus stuttered out and your face turned scarlet as he gawked at you. His eyes impossibly large and the usual pale skin a tad flushed. You couldn't help how your heart pounded, how your body trembled and shook - how your entire being screamed at you to run as if your life depended on it. But you were utterly frozen. Your boots stuck to the ground. Your shoulders stiff while your legs felt like jelly.

Well, that's one way to fucking do it, you thought as reality started to entwine with that fantasy world of yours. Just, perhaps not in the way you had wanted it to as Severus yet again looked horrified, or maybe disgusted, you couldn't quite be sure. It was difficult to tell what went on inside of him but it appeared to be negative, whatever it was.

You let your hand fall away from your mouth, it limply landed beside your body as if something just left you, some will or power perhaps. Something, hope or perhaps a dream. "I love you," you whispered as tears once again welled in your eyes, "I love you and I'm sorry to disgust you like that." You exhaled as the tears started to fall. It was over. Your fantasy world where you were by his side, loved by him, came crashing down as if it were an avalanche set on tumbling down a mountainside. You crumbled along with it. As good as buried beneath its weight, as good as dead as your hollow chest felt as if it had truly caved in on itself.

You turned from him, your body felt as if it were not your own. You felt naked in reality; stripped of that one piece of a dream you had held on to for dear life for such a long time. You started to walk away from him only to be held back by slim fingers wrapped around your wrist. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes landed right at his swirling galaxies of onyx and black stardust that looked intently yet harshly on you.

"I told you to stay away," he growled, you nodded, "I told you to ignore me," he continued and you nodded once more. He sighed, deeply. "I told you, over and over, not to butt in." You nodded once more as you wiped away tears from your cheeks with your free hand. The wind swiped over you and tossed about his black hair as you shivered from its frozen fangs that nibbled at you through the thin clothes you wore.

He tugged on your arm, you stumbled a step towards him. When you looked up he glared down at you. "I told you," he hissed, "to stay, away." In the next instant, his lips smashed against yours. Harshly. It took you a moment to realise what happened and then his lips were gone as you gawked at him. "I told you, to stay, away. I told you so many damn times (y/n). So, many, times," he hissed as his arms snaked around you. You looked at him, confused. Yet your body, it seemed to know what to do. As if it were second nature to be close to him. As if the stars had aligned and the world was righted when he was in your embrace and you in his.

His lips pressed against yours again and this time your fingers snared themselves in his hair as you kissed him back. It felt as if life were breathed into you. As if some of the endless universe that swirled inside of him filled the hollow in your chest and leaked out to fill your entire being. "I told you," he grumbled against your lips, "because I knew you couldn't stay out of it if you knew..." He left your lips at the last word as you were both panting. You just stared at him, all your thoughts were trying to make sense of what was happening. Have I been killed by that damn tree and gone to heaven?

His cold fingers stroked away some hairs from your forehead before his lips landed softly where his fingers had just touched you gently. "I knew you couldn't stay out of it, so I needed you to stay away from me. Then, you'd be safe," he whispered as his voice vibrated over you. A darkness curled around the sound, claws stroked your soul as gently as any feather could have.

"What, do you mean?" you breathed out as it was hard to get air down in your lungs when you were so close to him. He looked down at you. The onyx eyes, the hooked nose, the thin lips and the defined jaw. The black curtains of hair that framed his thin face - it was all pure perfection for you. "I mean, you would be in the line of fire if you were with me. And that," he said with a kiss between your eyebrows, "is unacceptable. As, I love you."

Your heart nearly stopped. Your knees nearly gave out beneath you. Your lungs barely remembered how to function. But your lips, they functioned properly as they were slammed on top of his as you pressed yourself into the caring young man who enveloped you in the warmest of embraces. Your fingers snaked between the strands of his hair as his hands held your hips gently yet firmly. I must have died and gone to heaven, you thought as the taste and smell of him overtook you. As you both trembled from cold and heat, from fear and passion - from joy.

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Prompt: 23. Hope

A/N: So I am running out of time so I am sorry but this will be a short one as I did a long one yesterday - I still hope you'll enjoy it though! <3

Setting: Hogwarts, Snape's Dorm

Pairing: Snape x Reader (Year 6 or 7)

Word count: 1240

Warnings: Fluff

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Christmas had arrived and you had gone home to your family. You had left Severus at Hogwarts with a sweet kiss before you had boarded the train that would take you away from him. It was hard, but you also missed your family and knew that time would fly by and you would soon be back with him at your second home, Hogwarts. But, you had left with a secret. Something he would find out about as he woke up on Christmas...

Severus shivered, the dorm was cold and as empty as could be. He twisted and turned as he did not quite want to wake up. For what was the point? Another lonesome Christmas and who knew, perhaps you had figured out you were better off without him when you returned from your wonderful family. He had no such thing, and did not know how a happy family looked. He did not know if he, in the future, could create such a thing for himself.

He sighed deeply as he looked up towards the ceiling. He felt miserable now that he could not see you, be close to you, hold your hand or kiss your soft lips. when you had left you had seemed different. He couldn't quite figure out why. But it felt, well it felt as if you knew something that would change things and he was not so sure he liked what that could mean. You had seemed sad and a bit strange. No, he did not enjoy it one bit. He was scared out of his mind that you'd return only to end it all. It was a constant fear, despite the fact you had been a pair for a couple of months now.

Eventually, he had to leave the comfort of his bed. He got up only to nearly stumble. "Who the devil has left-" he said as he was prepared to shout at whoever had but their stuff in front of his bed. but when he looked down his voice silenced instantly as a gift laid there on the floor. Right by his bed. He arched a brow and bent down to pick it up.

To my Prince. With love, (y/n).

It was the only thing that stood on the little note stuck to the thoroughly wrapped gift. His heart pounded as the feel of the wrapping against his hands felt slightly odd. He had never gotten a Christmas present, not a wrapped one at least that he could remember. He stared at your handwriting as it filled him with a sense of joy to see his name written by your hand.

Ha stepped over to his bed and sank down atop it. A gift, for, me..? The thought floated through his head as his eyes watered a bit. He instantly felt guilty as he had not gotten you a Christmas gift. He did not think for one second that you would get him anything so he didn't get you anything. What a fool he felt like at that moment. A selfish, stupid fool.

It took him a moment to figure out that he was allowed to open the gift. That it truly was for him. From you. His fingers shook ever so slightly as he gently unwrapped the gift, careful not to damage the paper where the little note sat with your writing on it. As the paper was placed on the bed beside him he was met with a box. he opened it quickly only to be met with a smaller box. He opened that and yet another box appeared.

He could nearly hear you giggling at him as he got more and more agitated by the multitude of boxes. Just as he was about to give up, just as he was about to believe it was a cruel prank and that you perhaps meant for him to feel duped he reached a box that appeared to be different from the others. It looked like a jewellery box and he arched a brow at it.

His hands trembled ever so slightly as he flipped the lid up only to be met with two cufflinks made of silver. They had SS engraved on them in softly curling writing. His initials. He lifted the little box up to take a closer look. That's when he noticed a little note stuck to the top of the lid. He took it and unfolded it gently. He was met by your handwriting yet again.

Severus, my Prince, one day I will make you see we are forever. One day I will make you understand my love for you. In the meantime, you can try to destroy these. Do it, try to destroy them in any way you can think off. For, they shall never break, get scratched or turn dull. As long as I love you they shall remain pristine.

Yours until the end of eternity and then some, (y/n).

Severus arched a brow at the note as he could her your sassy voice challenging him to give it a go. So he placed the cufflinks on the bed before he grabbed his wand and tried to destroy them. the box turned to black dust as he tried to make them explode, but the cufflinks looked as they had just a moment earlier. He tried another spell, and then another and another. They just laid there - as shiny as the first time he laid his eyes upon them.

Something tugged and stretched in his heart. Something filled him up and it wasn't fear or dread, it wasn't a feeling of insecurity or self-loathing. It wasn't even doubt. He knew all those feelings so well so they were easy to dismiss. No, this was a new feeling that consumed him as you had truly done something that gave him physical proof of your love for him. You had told him, time and time again, that you loved him. He had never uttered those words to you from the fear of losing you. He did not dare to truly let you in, truly allow himself to love you and be fully loved by you.

But as he stared at the shiny cufflinks with his initials and the note trembled in his shaky hand he could finally allow himself to open his heart for you. He finally dared to allow himself to love you. Memories flashed before his eyes of all the times you had told him, had hugged him, kissed him, loved him in so many ways.

Tears trickled down his cheeks as he reached for the cufflinks laying in the soot of the destroyed box. He cradled them in his hand as he let out a deep breath. His shoulders sank a tad, his rigid back loosened a bit and warmth spread throughout him as he, for the first time, had hope for a future with love and joy. He had hope for your relationship. Hope, it was the one thing he never dared to have. But you gave it to him. He had no choice but to accept the overwhelming feeling of warmth that filled him all the way through, because of you...

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Prompt: 16. Crackling Fire

A/N: Something cosy for you to snuggle into after the deeper/slightly heavier prompts lately ^^

Setting: Snape's quarters at Hogwarts

Pairing: Snape x Teacher!Reader

Word count: 1196

Warnings: Kissing

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You had been rushing all day. It just seemed as they would never let you take a breath. Between helping student, teaching classes, grading essays and homework, a staff meeting and some fighting students that needed to be separated and dealt with you simply had had no time to take a moment. Even your lunch had been interrupted as firecrackers had gone off outside the Great Hall.

"You look, exhausted," Severus said with a slight smear as you appeared in his doorway just past 8pm. You sighed as your shoulders slumped. "It's, been a long damn day," you huffed as you stepped inside and closed the door behind you. Severus rose from his armchair and marched over to you. His arms wrapped around you as you wrapped yours around his waist. You breathed in his sent and hummed against his shoulder.

"Would you like to tell me about it?" he asked while you both stood in the middle of the room. "No, but some tea would be nice," you murmured into his shoulder and he nodded before he gave the top of your head a light kiss. "Tea it is," he murmured and set of to make you a cup while you walked over to the couch and slumped in a tired pile among the cussions and blankets. Your eyes got stuck on the dancing flames that swirled and flicked in the hearth.

Severus handed you your cup before he summoned blankets, pillows and a plush rug on the floor before the fire. "Come," he said and you took his hand. You both settled down before the fire; you leaned against him as he leaned against the couch behind him. A blanket atop your folded legs and the teacup in your hands. He stroked your hair with a gentle hand and you hummed in delight, instantly more relaxed.

The fire crackled and hissed as your eyes stared blankly into the warm light that made you feel more calm. "Sure you do not wish to tell me?" he asked and you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and rested it atop you cheat so that his fingers could stroke your upper arm. You sighed as the day rushed by in your memory. You didn't want to bore him with such nonsense but at the same time he always seemed to enjoy the fact that you confused in him, or perhaps he just enjoyed listening to you voice as he had said so many times.

"Well, Melry destroy his essay, Ferguson fought with Greene, firecrackers interrupted my lunch, classes were a restless mess, I have mountains of homework to correct and that staff meeting just seemed to take forever. I mean by Merlin, how much can one blabber? Trelawney need to learn shut up about her visions and whatnot." You peaked up at him and he nodded with a small smile. "Indeed, she do very much like to talk. About nonsense," he said and you chuckled on a nod.

"Well, Harper needed help with her other essay, Scornic managed to turn his desk into a dancing half-pony and half-desk thing when he was fooling around with his wand and I don't even want to start on the constant chatter about going home for Christmas," you continued as he listened attentively while his fingers stroked your arm in a soothing tempo. "I mean surely, how much can one blabber about it with the same people when it's been going on for weeks? Don't they like, run out of things to say or do you think they just keep saying the damn things over and over? I swear I heard Kearly say he was going to Italy at least five times during one single bloody lesson!" you shrieked with a loud sigh as Severus chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

After having rambled about your day some more with Severus humming and nodding from time to time you both fell into a soft silence. He stroked your arm, you sighed in delight and the fire crackled and hissed in the little hearth before you both. It was cosy and relaxing in every way imaginable. You didn't want the evening to end.

But it did, eventually time passed and it turned into night. He kissed the top of your head gently. "About going home for Christmas," he whispered and you tilted your head back so you could peer up at the man you loved deeply. "Yes? What about it?" He gave you a soft smile before he kissed your forehead that creased in confusion right between your eyebrows. "Will you spend Christmas with me this year?" the question caught you off-guard and you bolted up.

You turned towards him, your lips slightly parted as he stared at you in confusion. "Didn't I tell you?" He shook his head ever so slightly with raised eyebrows. You facepalmed yourself on a groin. "Damn," you grumbled, "you're coming with me." "With you? Where to?" "My family, of course, we always have a huge Christmas celebration and it's about bloody-time you meet my family. If, you want to?" Your cheeks blushed a bit as his gaze seemed to linger in your own.

"Very much," he simply stated a moment later and you smiled brightly as heat spread through you. "Great, we leave right after the students. You better pack extra clothes for the celebration. It tends to get a bit wild and it's not unusual with glitter fights so your clothes will most likely not remain in pristine condition. So don't wear your best stuff," you said on a grin. He arched a brow and you swatted at his chest. "Oh don't give me that look, it's fun sweetheart!" "I can just vanish the glitter once the fight is ov-" You burst out laughing before he could even finish that sentence.

He stared at you while you laughed heartily. "Yeah, sure if it weren't Glocker Glitter," you eventually managed to wheeze out. "Glocker, glitter?" "You know, the magical stuff that will magically vanish after three days but is impossible to remove once it's gotten stuck to something until times up. You just have to wait for it to disappear." "Who invents such nonsense?" You smiled at him and placed your hand on his cheek, ever so gently as you looked into his eyes. "People who like to have fun, sweetheart. People who enjoy sparkly things and pranks. People like me and soon you, if you can't take some fun times you won't last a minute with my family." "Oh, it's a wager then. I'll make you proud, (y/n)," he said on a chuckle and you kissed him. "It's a wager, you lose I get to dump glitter all over you before the first day of next term. If I lose I'll let you-" "Love you forever despite being a none-fun-person," he finished for you and you smiled sweetly. "A wager," you said and held out your hand, he shook it once and then you both sealed it with a kiss as the last little flame idly died out in the hearth.

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Prompt: 3. Smiles

A/N: Here we go, day 3 of SNAPEMAS and today we get Smiles as a prompt! :D I decided to play with one of my favourite Snape love tropes in this one; age difference. So while you are young - a mere 21 of age, Severus is 43 (so, 22 years age difference - same as my grandparents btw xD)

Also, please know that I use the term 'Christmas morning' since some celebrate on the 24:th (Christmas Eve) and some celebrate on the 25:th (Christmas Day). I don't want to limit it by writing Christmas Day Morning or Christmas Eve Morning ^^ Same goes for when I write Christmas - rather than Christmas Day or Christmas Eve :P

Setting: Diagon Alley, Sugarplum's Sweets Shop

Pairing: Snape x Reader

Word count: 1467

Warnings: Fluff, Age Difference

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Diagon Alley was brimming with activity, teeming with merriness and joy as people rushed here and there. But you, however, did not rush. You simple walked slowly through the crowd with your boyfriend next to you. Your arm wrapped around his. Your heavy coats kept you nice and toasty as tiny flakes of snow sifted through the cold air.

You could not have been happier. This would be your first Christmas with the love of your life. Your first Christmas by his side. The first time you exchanged presents and the first time you'd wake up on Christmas morning and be able to cuddle in his arms. Oh, how you longed for Christmas to actually come around so you could make many new memories with your beloved.

It would be different this year of course. Your family had shunned you after you got together with Severus; he was more than twice your age and your family did not approve. He was almost as old as your own father - but what did it matter? You loved him, he loved you and you never felt as cherished as you did under his loving gaze. He was all you could ever have hoped for. And you chose him, you would always do so.

"Do you want to go in?" Severus asked as you had stopped in front of a second-hand bookstore. You shook your head, today was not for books. You both usually got stuck and the whole day would be lost. No today you wanted to be with him, in every way. "Let's go there," you said and pointed towards a very pink store called Sugarplum's Sweets Shop. Severus's lips tugged in a half-smile as he nodded. "As you wish, love," he said and your heart pounded at his voice and the utterance of the word 'love'.

The store was quite full of people but they seemed to clear a path as Severus strode in with his commanding presence. He always did that, it was just who he was and you loved it. His command, his aura, his posture and the respect he seemed to demand just by breathing. You relished in his strength and felt as soft as cotton in comparison. As brittle as glass. Yet he was like a barrier between you and all things that could break you. You were safe with him. Strong with him. Happy and carefree with him.

You looked around, there were sweets of all kinds; and pastries. The air was thick with a sugary scent and it was too hot with the heavy cloak you wore. But it didn't matter. You took his hand and dragged him over to the liquorice corner. So many goodies, you thought as you let go of Severus and looked at all the sweets. You smiled so broadly, had you not had ears it might have gone all the way around your head.

"What should we get?" you asked and turned towards Severus. He smiled at you, one of those smiles he never gave to any other person, as his arms laid crossed over his chest. "Whatever you wish, love," he said in that rumbling voice of his that made your heart pound a little harder as your knees grew a little weaker. You gave him a joyful expression before you turned back to the liquorice. you grabbed a bag and started to fill it with four pieces of each candy you wished to eat and share with him.

You walked around the store, filled your bag with care and grabbed a few pastries as well. You wanted to share them with him, with your beloved Severus and see his smile as you both shared such a sweet little moment in private. You were well aware that he had a different persona in front of others. That he had to, it was like a protective wall of his own. Like he was to you. But you didn't mind. You knew his true nature and the love he held for you. Just thinking about it made you all giddy.

He came up behind you as you were pondering whether to take the pumpkin pastries or the cinnamon rolls. He gave the top of your head a kiss and whispered in your ear, "Take both, darling. You know you will regret it later otherwise." You giggled as he gave your warm ear a little nibble before he kissed your jaw tenderly. You grabbed both the pastries and the rolls before he led you to the register.

Your goodies were packed, Severus paid and out the door you went. Your arm yet again wrapped around his as he carried the bag with all the goodies in his free hand. You talked animatedly about how you wanted to decorate his house, buy a tree, make a Christmas dinner among many other Christmas related activities. He barely said a word but every time you glanced up at him he wore the brightest of smiles. Despite being in public. Despite the looks everyone gave you. Despite the whispers and the people who swirled to avoid walking in his path. He smiled so brightly. You could not help but smile just as brightly as you walked down Diagon Alley.

When you arrived at Severus's house at Spinner's End you hung up your coat, kicked off your snowy boots and slipped your feet in the fluffy slippers he had bought you a few weeks ago. You had only complained once, once, that the floors were a little cold and just an hour later he presented you with the cutest little bunny slippers that were so soft and warm it felt as though you walked on sun-heated clouds.

You had grabbed the bag from him before you headed to the kitchen. You unpacked the goodies and placed them in different boxes to keep them fresh in the hopes you would be able to enjoy it all for a few days at least. Severus came in on muffled steps. His arms wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head again. You leaned back into him and that smile was back yet again.

"If you don't stop my cheeks are going to hurt," you chided softly as your hands landed on his forearms that were wrapped right over your chest. "Stop what?" he murmured softly and the words vibrated through your entire body as his voice seemed to reach every inch of you. "Making me smile like this," you hummed and closed your eyes, completely content.

Severus chuckled and kissed your temple. "Never. It is my mission in life to keep you smiling," he said and you giggled. "Sev, you're so sweet." "Hm, perhaps for you. For you," he murmured and kissed your temple again, "I will be as sweet as I can." His words made you tremble and you felt so adored it nearly burst out of you in pure energy.

"This Christmas will be the greatest one ever," you sighed happily as your thumb stroked his arm. "I am sorry your family has not-" "Oh hush, they can rot in their mansion without the joy of watching the golden star on top of the tree." Severus leaned back a little and you looked up at his pondering face. You smiled wickedly on a soft shrug of your shoulder. "It's mine, the golden star was a gift from my great grandfather and it always sits at the top of the tree, every Christmas. Well, except, this year it will sit at the top of our tree," you said with that wicked smile and he let you go on a soft hum.

You spun around and embraced him as you tilted your head back to look him in the eye. "It is mine and it will be where I will be. And I, I will always be with you, from now and until the end of time." Severus's arms encased you in warmth as he gave your smiling lips a soft kiss. "You are a wicked delight, my love," he chuckled, "and I am the happiest man in the universe to be with you." You reached up and kissed him to convey all the feelings you had for him. He returned the favour.

You kissed while you smiled and everything seemed right in the world. Warmth, light and heavenly love filled you up as he refused to let you go until you wined about eating the goodies you had purchased earlier. And even then he only let go a little bit, so you could reach the goodies before he walked you to the living room with his hand at your lower back. His face in such a bright smile it made you feel as if the brightest of Christmas lights had nothing on his shine.

Day three of SNAPEMAS and this was just a pure joy to write - I so rarely stick to just fluffy love stuff ( I don't feel I'm really good at it so xD ) but this was so rewarding to write. I feel as though our lovely Snape deserves to have some pure love and joy in his life. Especially around Christmas!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this and please join me for SNAPEMAS - it is not too late! :D

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#11.Lanterns - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 11 of Snapemas! I hope you like it!

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Spouse!Reader

Warnings: Mention of Angst, Death, Violence, Murder

Word count: 1333

Y/N - Your Name

#11. Lanterns

Holding up the Lantern you walked through the small tunnel alley. You didn't knew why Severus, your still beloved Husband, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts, wanted to meet you. Over the past few months he had changed into a Person you never knew before. He promised you with his whole life that he wasn't a Deatheater anymore. Still he was ruling over Hogwarts with them and everyone knew he was close with the dark Lord. How could you be so blind? Why was it so urgent for him to see you? Was he trying to harm you in some way? He always told you that there was something he was fighting for and that he wasn't a bad man. It was important for him that you knew it but what did he mean? There were so many informations missing for you to complete the puzzle. You turned your lantern completely off as you almost reached the door of the house that still belonged Severus. After your marriage you moved away but he never got rid of this home.

Sneaking through the front door, still holding your wand up high you felt your breath shaking. ,,S-Severus?" You asked for him not sure if you would want to meet him. The House was completely dark and silent. Only your steps were heard as you scanned every room for him. The house looked like a happy family lived here. As if they would come home any second and celebrate Christmas. It was kind of bizarre. It was the first of may and Severus still had the enchanted Christmas tree standing in his living room. Soon you realised that he wasn't here in the last 5 months as well. The house must've been enchanted as well. Probably just in case someone was trying to break in or attacking this house.

Using the steps until you reached the bedroom you carefully opened the door. There he sat. His small lantern burning as well. He once enchanted these for you. So no one could see the light of it but you. He loved using it at night while wandering through Hogwarts. His pale face looked at you. Not lowering your wand you stood there watching his actions. Severus nodded as he got up and slowly walked over to you only to give you his wand. Sighing relieved you watched him sit down again only to join him shortly after. ,,I don't blame you. You'd be crazy if you weren't suspicious." Humming you looked down to your lap where your hands crossed each other and you began to turn on your wedding ring. Clearly somehow uncomfortable even though you loved him more than anything else he became a man with so much power- dark power that his presence frightened you.

,,You asked to see me?“ His pale slender fingers stopped yours from fidgeting. You knew that he disliked it whenever you wouldn’t pay your full attention to him whenever he wanted to talk about important things. This hasn’t been the case in almost a year. You haven’t seen him in Months and you haven’t felt his touch in months as well. Months could feel like a whole eternity, you learned that. As you missed his touch so much you didn’t expect it to almost even hurt you when he finally took your hand in his again. You were longing for him while fearing for anything bad to happen at the same time. He never was violent towards you or your kids but you heard a lot of Rumors about the new life at Hogwarts which were worse than your hardest nightmare. Love is close to fear suddenly.

,,I don’t have a lot of time left..“ He took a few breaths before he continued. ,,I wanted to tell you how much I still love you. How much I miss the Kids and how sorry I am for .. “ Severus stopped again.

,,For?“ Your Voice was just a whisper.

,,Everything.“ You nodded. After years of marriage you still knew a fragment of who this man was. He wasn’t a bad Person. Silence appeared and it almost shattered your earlobes at how loud it was. Severus bowed Figure was telling you that he was honest to you.

,,I would never hurt you, you know that.“ He whispered. Of course, he had been reading your Thoughts. ,,I heard so much about a cruel man following the dark lord who now leads a school for children in terror. It’s hard trying to understand how my Husband who went Flower picking with me is now a feared man who killed someone and not getting scared myself.“ His Hand was still holding yours as your voice almost broke. ,,What happened?“ Sniffing he fixed his Posture. ,,I don’t have enough time to explain everything to you. I- Can you believe me one last Time when I tell you that I´m not who they think I am?“ His pleading reached your heart in an instant.

,,Okay.“ Slowly one of his Hands went up to your cheek. Caressing it with his thumb he watched you closing your eyes and slowly, scared but daring leaned in his touch. He’d always win over you. ,,May I kiss you?“ Opening your eyes you felt like something was weird but still agreed by another nod. His Lips touched yours, he was touch starved as well. He needed to feel your Lips as close as possible, that’s why he deepened the Kiss desperately. As the Clock from the living Room made a sound he quickly let go. ,,I have to go. Tell Olivia and Theo that I love them, okay? I love you, my dear. I love you so much.“ He got up suddenly very busy and nervous. ,,I love you- always did- always will.“ Getting up you stood before him he pulled you close again only to leave multiple kisses on your lips which you tried to return.

,,I love you too.“ Turning apart again you noticed that he has been crying. Slightly but crying. ,,Wait for a letter, until then hide. Hide yourself and the kids, okay? Promise me!" Overwhelmed you nodded. ,,I promise you. But what does this mean?“ He looked at you desperate but determined he gave you a sad smile. ,,Severus, is this a goodbye or until we meet again?" His dark eyes softened up and his tension solved for a second. For the last time you looked in his eyes. ,,It's a goodbye, dear." And by that he took the Lantern only to apart away.

The next days were pure Torture. What did all this mean? Where was he? You were going crazy hiding and not knowing what for. Nothing seemed to work out for you. You forgot the slightest things, your Lantern didn’t burn anymore and the children couldn’t understand why they had to leave their beloved home. Making some tea for your youngest Child Theo you noticed an Owl knocking against your window. Dropping the Kettle back on the Stove you instantly opened the Letter. It must be Severus, mustn’t it?

,,Dear Y/N, I'm shattered to pieces as I have to announce to you that your beloved husband, our long known friend, teacher and lastly our headmaster was found and predicted dead at May the 2nd. He was found dead in the Boatshouse of Hogwarts. A snake bite firstly wounded him and the venom secondly killed him shortly after. Hogwarts is sending their Condolences to every Part of the Snape Family and all his friends. You're always welcomed at Hogwarts. We were able to get access to important Informations and Memories that explain a lot of things we weren’t able to understand before. I’d be honoured to welcome you in my Office to discuss just named things.

I'm sending my best regards and greatest condolences

Minerva McGonagall“

Severus died that’s why my Lantern isn’t shining anymore. You thought before firstly laughing only to end in a puddle of tears not able to understand what was happening.

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Snapemas Challenge 2020 - Masterlist

A/N: This Masterlist is only for my Snapemas Challenge Writings. If you want to see my general Masterlist click: here. :)

🎅🏻🎄Snapemas Challenge 2020:

#1. Mistletoe or The Bells

Severus and the Reader get hexed by the Weasly Twins and there's only one way to get rid off the Spell.

#2. Christmas Card

Severus gets surprised by an unexpected Christmas Card.

#3. Smiles

Severus is mean to Y/N a young new teacher at Hogwarts which makes her wonder what she could've done to upset him this much.

#4. Snow

Y/N loves Christmas but isn't in Christmas Mood yet.

#5. Memories

About how Memories can feel like, get made and Life changes.

#6. Christmas Food

Severus survived and gets tricked into having Christmas Dinner with some People from the Order.

#7. Ice Skating

Pt. 2 of Christmas Card: Severus finds out who wrote the Christmas Card and goes on his first Date ever!

#8. Snowballs

Severus and his Best Friends are having a Snowball Fight

#9. Fever

Y/N is Snapes Potions Assistant who gets sick right before Christmas

#10. Slippery Slope

Y/N slips on her stairs, loses her keys and needs help from her Neighbour Mr. Snape. Then Things get hot and smutty.. NSFW SMUT

#11. Lanterns

Severus Snape the feared new Headmaster of Hogwarts wants to meet his Spouse Y/N

#12. Gingerbread House

Grumpy Professor Snape gets surprised with an Gingerbread House

#13. Snowed In

#14. Family

#15. Snowmen

#16. Crackling Fire

#17. Loneliness

#18. Christmas Market

#19. Deck the Great Hall

#20. Joyous Chorus

#21. Christmas Present

Severus and Y/N got each other a Present and eventually get closer to each other revealing their Feelings

#22. Trembling

#23. Hope

#24. Christmas Party

to be continued. (last update. dec.21.20)

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Prompt: 12. Gingerbread House

A/N: I just couldn't resist writing this, nothing complicated at all. Just pure cuteness and fluff I think xD This ties back to the Reader of prompt 5. Memories but no need to read that one to understand this one ^^

Setting: Your house on a little snow-covered hill

Pairing: Snape x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1136

Warnings: Cute fluffy stuff O.O

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"Just hold it steady!" Ethan screamed at William. "I am, I am!" William shouted back. "Don't shout," you chided as you sat next to them by the kitchen table that was currently absolutely covered in gingerbread house-parts, candy, icing and what not. Severus sat on the other side of the table, a slight grin pointed towards you. He had sat down with Jacob and Elisa, your oldest and youngest children. While you had taken the twins, Ethan and William.

Severus had beaten you to the table and therefore you got the twins to deal with. It was always a nightmare when the time came to make gingerbread houses. but it was a tradition. You had done it as a child and now you did it with your own children.

"Here, I'll hold and you can both make sure it holds together with plenty of icing," you said as you grabbed the not so straight parts of the twins' gingerbread house. They instantly allowed you to do so as they both found it more fun to eat the candy, throw the candy at each other and lastly make it stick to the roof of the gingerbread house with icing.

It took over an hour to build the two houses. The twins and you did one while your husband, Jacob and Elisa did one. To be honest, the latter looked way better. But the twins were lively children and it was hard for them to be still. The fact you got two houses at all was a success, to be honest.

"There," you said as you placed the two houses next to each other in the kitchen window you had prepared with multiple spells to make it look like it snowed, to make warm ice and dusting of un-melting snow as well as the fact you added a few mistletoes and such as well - to create the illusion of a winter wonderland in your window. "Looks great, dear," Severus said as he gave your temple a kiss.

"Tea?" you asked and he nodded while a commotion was heard from the backyard where the kids were playing in the snow. "I will keep an eye on them," Severus muttered before he headed off to the hallway. You heard him put on his winter coat and boots before he opened the slightly squeaky door. You looked out the window and eventually saw him come around - he was instantly pummelled with snowballs.

You watched as he played with your four lovely children, as they covered him in snowballs and eventually as he made snowballs rain down on them with some magical help. "Tea, right," you murmured to yourself as you tried your best not to laugh at the battle between father and kids on the other side of the window where the gingerbread houses stood. "Best do some hot chocolate too, they'll need it by the looks of it..."

A few minutes later the door was pulled open, stomping off boot-clad feet and the tugging of coats echoed between laughter and giggling. you had sat yourself down in the living room with your tea and a book. "There's hot chocolate in the kitchen! Daddy will help you!" you called out and shouts of joy were heard before the cavalry ran through the hallway and into the kitchen.

"That's mine!" You heard being shouted by Ethan. "Uh-uh! It's mine! It has blue marshmallows!" William answered, "They both have! You have the wrong cup!" Ethan screamed back, "Stop it! Give it here!" "No, let g-" In the next instant, wailing was heard. Crying, and not the fake kind. You learned as a parent to tell the difference rather quickly.

You were on your feet as Elisa started blubbering, "mommy they broke it! Mommy Ethan and William broke it!" and you instantly knew what had happened before you even made it to the kitchen; closely followed by Severus who had slightly red cheeks from the cold outside.

The kitchen was a mess. Elisa was crying and blubbering about how the twins had broken her gingerbread house. Ethan and William were screaming that she pushed them and Jacob sat by the kitchen table with his hot chocolate without saying a word; seemingly unaffected by the whole thing. Despite it being his gingerbread house too.

You instantly comforted little Elisa, gushing and soothing as you held her. "Mommy they broke it!" she snivelled and wailed as only a small child could. "Sweetie, it's okay, daddy will fix it. Daddy will fix it," you said as you wiped her tears and looked towards Severus before you nodded towards the mess.

"Princess, I will fix it," Severus said gently as he gave her cheek a little stroke before he headed over to the mess on the floor and in the window. Ethan and William stood with hanging heads as Severus gave them a harsh glare before he took out his wand and restored the gingerbread house to its former glory.

"There, see sweetie, daddy fixed it. It's all good," you said and Elisa dared to take a peak. she snivelled one last time before she smiled up towards Severus who crouched down with his arms open. she ran straight over and he hoisted her up. "Good as new," Elisa said as her eyes locked on to the gingerbread house with the colourful candies on the roof. Severus nodded and you crossed your arms before you looked at the twins.

Ethan and William lowered their heads, you looked from one to the other. "We do not break things others have made, are we clear?" "But mom!" Ethan started but one quick look at him told him not to test his luck. "Yes, mommy," the twins said in unison. "Apologies to Elisa and Jacob," Severus said and the twins did. He nodded and sent them over to the kitchen table to drink their hot chocolate.

"How do you feel, Jacob?" you asked as you sat down next to him with Elisa on your other side, Severus at the head of the table and the twins on the opposite side from you. "I'm good, knew dad would fix it," he said with a slight shrug, a reasonable nine-year-old indeed. You smiled at him and then asked who won the snowball fight outback. Bad move, very bad move as a chorus of who won unfolded as Severus claimed he obviously won but the children did not agree.

You merely watched and listened as tempers rose, arms began flailing and an accident was bound to happen with such commotion. But you didn't really mind. Your family was lively but loving and as you listened to the rising voices your eyes wandered over to the gingerbread houses in their little window-winter-wonderland setting. little light twinkled from inside them and you could not help but feel joy. Despite knowing those delicate things would most likely end up being repaired several times until Christmas arrived.

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#5. Memories - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 5 of #Snapemas! I´m late but(!!!) It's still the 5th of December. I didn't proof read this one but I will tomorrow. Enjoy! :)

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mention of abuse

Word count: 2907

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last name, Y/H/C - your Hair colour

#5. Memories

Walking down the corridor leading from the libary towards the Great hall you didn't expect to meet anyone. It was in the middle of the night and if you wouldn't have felt asleep while studying some new books you would have been already at your chambers. Trying to find the way without any light you fell over your feet twice. You tried to be respectful to the Paintings but your niceties would break your neck if you wouldn't finally turn on your wand. The reason why you studied until you fell asleep was quiet simple. Severus Snape, the Potions Master, the Man you fell in love with a few weeks ago asked you if you'd like to have Dinner with him. Of course you said yes but regretted it moments after. What if he wanted to talk about Potions? It's been three years since you've been a student yourself and he teached it for more than 8 years now. You'd totally embarrass yourself in front of him. That's why you did some panic studying after your working day.

Reaching your chambers you quick laid down on your bed. Your head still hummed from reading about different stirring ways, ingredient preparation and correct ways to storage potions. Not being sure how much you'd remember tomorrow evening you still felt prepared and way more secure than you did a few years ago. Using a spell you invented for brushing your teeth in bed you quickly felt asleep a few moments after. Oh, magic could safe so much time of your life. You loved it.

Waking up in the Moning you instantly felt nervous. Today was the day. Around 8pm he'd pick you up at your chambers and walk you down to his where you'd eat and talk. You knew that there was no polite way out now and even if you still had the chance you wouldn't want to take it. When you First met him around a month ago at a staff meeting where Headmaster Dumbledore introduced you to the other Professors you fell in love with him. Yes, he didn't even cared about someone new joining their staff and yes he didn't even said welcome or anything at all but you still felt attached to him. He just simply wouldn't lie to be polite or to make people happy. That's it. His honesty was so refreshing fascinating that you couldn't help it but develope a thing for him. Not to mention his intelligence. He wasn't just bookmark but also life smart. Whenever you had a question about anything he'd always know the answer. He even knew a lot about Mugglestudies which impressed you a lot. Also Severus was a truly handsome man. His hooked nose may repel other people's likings but you really loved it. His whole face- the whole man was so beautiful- you couldn't stop thinking about him. Yes, he was a few years older than you are but that's the least thing that could scare you away from such an interesting human being like he was.

The time wouldn't pass. You tried everything. In class you gave everything to distract yourself from looking towards the clock hanging on the wall, you tried to organise all your papers from your desk and clean the classroom in your break and tried to think about everything but tonight. But still the clock hasn't moved as fast as you wanted it to. Getting more and more fussy your day became a real torture. You couldn't even finish your breakfast because you got too nervous and excited that your stomach rejected to digest anything. So you gave in to let your mind wander to your black haired date and about everything you still wanted to do until you'd meet him later. As you thought about which dress you should wear you almost misspelled ,Bowtruckle' while writing on the chalkboard. It was easy to see that only the thought about him could get you out of your tracks.

Finally reaching the end of your class you almost ran to your chambers. Severus would pick you up in less than two hours and you still had to shower, pick out your outfit and rethink your whole life.

Standing on front of her door only do he could wait a few seconds until the clock hit exactly 8pm he heard her fast steps crossing the room over and over again. His palms became sweaty and his mouth dry. Was he really going on a date? Could he just go out and date someone after everything he went through with Lily? After her death he swore to himself that he could never love again but- She opened her wooden creaky door. Allowing him to look at her. Her YHC Hair was laying in curls over her shoulders. Her eyelids had a golden shimmer on them and her lashes looked as beautiful and long as always. Nervously she flattened her skirt with her hands. Her Pullover carefully tucked in at the edges. He couldn't help but smile. ,,Are you ready?" Holding out his arm he waited for her to link in which she quickly accepted. Closing her door they slowly started to walk to his chambers.

The evening went by quickly. Too quickly for your liking. After you reached his chambers, he soon served dinner. Your favorite food- and it was even more delicious than you have ever tasted it before. Afterwards you sat down on his couch, he asked you questions and you answered. At first it felt a little bit forced but as soon as he reassured you with a small smile you felt the well known warmth in your heart again. He admitted that he didn't like to talk about himself which you accepted quickly. Yes, you were curious but you didn't want to push anything. After the two of you lit the cabin and he sat next to you so you could drink some fire whiskey together you knew that he wasn't a very vocal but rather physical man. Everything he couldn't say with words displayed he by laying his hand on your knee or as you put your head on his shoulder he played with your hair. His Cologne and the smell of Lavender set in your nose. Pulling up your knees on the couch as your head slowly moved on his chest he just smiled and pulled you closer. It felt like you knew him since forever and not only since a few months. Happily you had to watch out to not fall asleep on him but stay awake and remember this closeness as long as possible.

An year later..

After knocking on Severus Door you quickly hide besides the doorframe. Trying to hold back your laughter you hoped he would open up soon. The coldness of the Dungeons was almost unbearable. As the door opened and he waited for a second you quickly jumped in front of him. Huffing at your silliness he tried to hold back his smile. You didn't mind if he'd try to hold up his facade knowing how soft he was at heart.

As you pressed a small peck on his lips and slid inside you had to try hard to hide the package behind your back. ,,Sooo- what's your plan for tonight?" After he closed the door and sat down on his desk again he shrugged his shoulders. ,,I actually don't have 'a plan'." Following him you felt like he was playing tricks on you. ,,Oh come on. It's Christmas! Everyone has a plan for Christmas!" Setting the package aside you hugged him from behind. ,,Well, Christmas is just another Day as every else." Gasping you let go. ,,Severus Snape, don't you dare to tell me that you don't celebrate Christmas!" Laying his book aside knowing you obviously had other things in mind he got up. ,,If you want to celebrate it then-" Chuckling you took his hand in yours. ,,Oh boy, who broke your heart that you never celebrate anything." His benevolent Smile faded and his monotone face returned after you finished your sentence. His rosy face turned pale as snow again and you knew it was something you said that had hurt him. Turning away he silently walked towards his kitchen.

Your heart beat so hard against your rip cage that you feared it could stop beating out of fear. ,,Sev-" It was so quiet you could've heard a bug crawling if there was one. A few seconds long you tried to understand the situation before you dared to follow him. Carefully you watched each step so you wouldn't cross an invisible line laying on the ground around him. His figure was leaning on his hand which pressed against the surface of the table. His head hung low and his hair seemed darker as it covered his face. ,,I-I didn't try to hurt you. I'm sorry.. C-Can I do something for you? Do you want a tea ?" Slowly like he could bite you let your hand rest on his back and his tension eased and he let your movements happen. Your arms made their way up to his chest so you could hug him from the side. ,,We don't need to celebrate if you don't want to. We can do anything you want to."

The words slowly swept into his skin. He couldn't explain his sudden pain besides the fact that all his most painful memories seemed to haunt him down. Her Arms slowly hugged him. It eased his pain a bit but still he felt like he could break apart any second. Telling her how much tension would build up in him whenever the 24th December got closer made him fear that he could scare her away with all his worries. One day, he was sure about that, all his worries and sins would eat him up. Besides her he had no one he could talk to and be completely honest. As her hand touched his face he got pulled away from his draining thoughts. She wiped over his cheeks and cleared his face from tears. He didn't notice how his eyes began to water. His tension could make him completely blind. ,,Do you want to be alone?" ,,No, no." Clearing his voice from the hoarseness that had been laying on it he laid an arm around her. ,,Just one moment and- and I can make dinner."

You watched him placing a small kiss on your head before he used his wand to conjure everything he needs on the counter. Without saying a word you took another knife out of one of his cupboards and started to help him. Chop, chop, chop. The knives hitted the cutting boards. Sighing you looked over to him. His Figure was still crouched down. ,,If you.. if you want to talk- and I know that it´s not easy for you-“ he let down the Knife to put the Veggies he just cute in a bowl. ,,I would talk to you if I knew how to say it in sentences.“ Adding your Veggies you gave him a small smile. ,,You can drop words and I can try to build sentences out of it. Or anything that works for you is fine as long as you can get some weight off your chest.“

It took some minutes of silence but he could felt how consistent you cared he knew he could talk to you about it. He started to open up. Page by page he read you his story. The Both of you now moved over to his couch where he pulled you close to him. Then he started feeling you about how he only celebrated Christmas at the Evans House, how much he loved Lily until he met you and how much it hit him when she died, how confused he got when he met you and how much he feels unworthy of Love. You knew that he didn’t wanted to talk about it he wanted to tell about it. He needed to get it off his mind.

,,In my unimportant opinion i think that you deserve only the best. It’s okay to grief, dear.“ Severus hand continued to let his hand stride through your hair. ,,It’s important to think about Memories that worth a lot for us. It made you who you are and makes you from day to day. Even the sad Memories are important.“ You thought about everything he told you. About his abusive Father, his love to Lily, his broken self. It made him to who he is.

,,It´s not like that that I think about her everyday. Just.. from time to time - or special occasions like Christmas or her birthday, Harrys Birthday…- that’s when I get so vulnerable. But I also think about you a lot. How happy you were when I asked you out on our first date.“ Laughing you remembered how you studied the night before the date just so you could impress him with simple potion facts he surely already knew. ,,I had to drink Felix Felicius to ask you out. Merlin, I was so nervous.“ He stated and you quickly sat up straight so you could look up at him. ,,Really?“ Surprised about what he just told you you started to chuckle. If he only knew how you couldn’t sleep all night after he asked you out or how you stayed up all night after the two of you have had their first kiss. If he only knew. Blushing you connected your lips. A strange smell pulled you out of your kiss. ,,What is this?“ His eyes widened quickly. ,,Fuck, the Dinner!“

Luckily he could save your Dinner and it wasn’t completely burned. Of course, thanks to his cooking skills it was still more than just delicious. You ate so much, your stomach strikes against any more food. Nothing would fit anymore. ,,Wait!“ You stopped him in his Tracks before he could attempt to drink his Wine. ,,I got you something.“ Running over to his desk you quickly grabbed it and solemnly gave it to him. Confused his fingers began to unwrap the small package. Only to reveal a scarf. ,,I noticed how yours had some small holes and I knitted you a new one.“ Holding it up and laying it around his neck he presented you a big smile. ,,I love it.“ He said and looked over the little green details you added. ,,Thank you, Y/N.“ Again he kissed your lips thankful for the emotional closeness you two had.

A few years later...

Getting up you had to hold your Belly. The baby was kicking you again and despite that you loved being pregnant you finally couldn’t await the birth of your little baby girl. Passing the Christmas tree you stepped into the kitchen. ,,I’m sorry to bother you, love, but your daughter demands food.“ As Severus took the lasagna out of the oven he just send you a small laughter. ,,Like Mother like Daughter.“ He said before placing it on the kitchen Table before laying his Hands on your Stomach. ,,Oh, shut it. It’s not my fault that you’re a great Cook.“ Looking over to your plate you noticed a nicely wrapped Present. ,,Is this for me?“ Severus nodded as he pulled your chair out so you could sit down. ,,Kind of. Have a look.“ Unwrapping it you saw a little jar with something floating in it. With a quizzed look you tried to solve this little mystery in front of you. ,,It’s my Memory from our first date. I wanted to collect all my memories for our daughter. The next one could be her Birth or everything important with an meaning. And one day she can look at them.“ Slighty shy about his idea he hid his face behind his cup of water. ,,That´s- That’s so beautiful, I’m sure she will love it. I love the idea as well.“ Proud of his little family he took your plate to finally statisfy your hunger.

Four Years later.

,,Daddy, what’s this?“ The raven haired girl walked over to your Husband holding your little Son. ,,I give you one every time something big happens in our life i´ll take my memory and give you and Elliot one.“ Nodding she cuddled next to her father. ,,And what’s this one about?“ He kissed her small head and waited a second before explaining. ,,Well, this One is about Elliot Birth but I gave you another one about Mummy’s and Daddy’s Wedding as well. Maybe you can find it under aaaalll your presents.“ He smiled as he could see her instant motivation to open the rest of the gifts. ,,I love you, my dear.“ Slowly you gave Severus a kiss before you laid Elliot into his baby bed standing next to the Couch so he could continue sleeping and you cuddle next to your Husband. ,,I love you too. Merry Christmas, my love. Those are the best Memories.“ You could only agree with him when you leaned back and watched your young daughter unwrap her new doll. ,,Darling, can you give this one to Daddy please?“ Quickly she grabbed the Present you just pointed at only so he could open it up. ,,An Memory?“ Now he looked surprised. ,,Of our first Christmas together and how we kissed all night long after we let the Dinner burn.“ Laughing the both of you continued your Christmas Party knowing that there were a lot more Memories to come.

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