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Shameless, pt. 9

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hello my fellow snape lovers. i think you will love this chapter. hehehehe. thats all i am saying. and you might hate mcgonagall. </3

you can thank harry styles' song 'fine line' for the ending of this chapter. oop.

thank you for reading so far and for all your kind comments, likes and reblogs! I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

i apologise in advance for any typos or anything along those lines, i suck at proofreading.

VAMOS!!

Your throat tightened as you stared at your dishevelled appearance in the dirty, old mirror that sat crookedly in your greenhouse; overgrown vines of poison ivy enveloping it, slowly reclaiming it.

"Shit..." You muttered, angling your face to gaze at the marks that Snape had so graciously left on your jaw. "For Merlin's sake..." You spun away from the mirror with a distressed huff and headed towards your cabinet in a sweep, kneeling down against the mossy tiles, searching for a herb of some sort that had healing properties. Or something along those lines. You were desperate at this point. "Dittany, dittany..." You mumbled to yourself, digging through shelves and shelves of dusty glass jars and containers. At once, your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as the sight of a worn label caught your attention. You thumbed the dust off of the yellowed and faded label, reading it aloud, "D.. di-di-an...y?" You muttered, only noticing how worn the writing really was once you pulled it out into the light. How long has this been in here...?

That has to be dittany, you thought, curious eyes scanning the long and slender, deep mossy green stem that branched out with smaller rounded leaves. You blew against the jar with a sharp breath, a ball of dust and dirt puffing up in your face. You coughed and quickly retrieved your wand, swiftly flicking it to make the heap of dust dissipate. Well, you'd certainly lacked on cleaning your cabinets during the past year, but it's not like that kind of thing had any space in your mind. It was full of... other things.

Your fingers clutched the lid of the glass jar and lifted it upwards, a gentle, spicy yet mountainous smell filling your nostrils. As you placed the lid down with a loud clack, you reached your hand into the jar to retrieve a stem of dittany. You hoped to god this would work, otherwise you'd reluctantly resort to make-up, and that would be even worse. Not that you were awful at using it, but your skintone was almost impossible to match perfectly. You padded back to the rusty mirror in your greenhouse, the richer herbal smell of the dittany invading your lungs as you held it up to your face, preparing yourself to rub it vigorously against the darkening fingertip marks upon your jaw.

"Merlin, please, let this work." You mumbled with a deep breath, pinching the dittany and beginning to massage it into your marked face. You couldn't bear to watch for fear of it not working, so you shut your eyes, avoiding your own reflection. Desperately rubbing a herb against your face to get rid of some suspicious looking marks so the man you were seeing wouldn't accuse you of seeing someone else? Yes, that's you. Dedicated clown.

Hesitantly, you wrenched open your eyes. From what you saw, the herb had done nothing but give you a red rash, in fact, it actually highlighted the purpling bruises. You wanted to launch a rock through a window. Why couldn't Snape just keep his hands off of you? Why did he always resort to touching you? Not that you were complaining- well, actually, this time you were. His reckless actions were going to get you in trouble, but you couldn't exactly blame him. You hadn't told anyone that you were seeing the infamous Benjamin Bluewater. So why wouldn't he... grab your jaw in a fit of rage? Speaking of this, you hadn't really discussed a label with Ben, though, sometimes, he made you think that he wasn't particularly interested in putting a label on your relationship. It didn't bother you, but you'd prefer to know what you were. Were you exclusive? Not exclusive? Was he dating or seeing other people?

What really piqued your interest was what Snape would think of you dating Bluewater. He despised that boy with a burning passion. He'd probably lose a lot of respect for you, surely? But Ben had changed, you'd seen it for yourself.

"Hagrid, tell me that you didn't willingly let the students approach Buckbeak without proper guidance..." You sighed deeply, perched on a felled tree stump as you watched the half-giant-half-man gather some herbs from his personal garden. As the day had progressed onwards, the marks that littered your skin had died down a little, so much so that Hagrid hadn't noticed. Perhaps the dittany did help?

"Am tellin' ya, Y/N, the boy didn't listen!" Hagrid exclaimed, quite clearly stressed. He picked and pulled at the luscious shrubs rather aggressively, placing the stems and leaves into a wicker basket he was holding in his opposite hand. "I told 'im ta' stop!" He continued, his voice strained and panicking. Hagrid stood straight for a moment, his head shaking in a quick back and forth motion. "T-They're gonna want to 'ave Buckbeak slain, I tell ya," he stuttered, "they won't let this go! I'll lose me job too, Y/N!" His voice went up an octave as he glanced at you, his eyes glossed with fear. Hagrid truly cared for his animals deeply, and it pained you to see him so distressed over an accident.

"Hagrid, it'll be alright, I-"

"Y/N," Hagrid interrupted you, a stern look adopted his worn features. You instantly shut your mouth. "This is the Malfoy's we're talkin' abou'. They don't care for nothin', n' they ain't care for anyone but themselves." He finished, turning to look at his hut for a moment, big and grey clouds were starting to push their way across the dim blue sky.

"So... there's no other way? Buckbeak will be killed...?" You asked hesitantly, a lump forming in your throat as the thought of the silver hippogriff slipped into your mind. Hagrid was right, Buckbeak didn't deserve this. But what could you do? You were powerless.

Hagrid only nodded at you gravely, averting his eyes back to the garden in front of him, sucking in his bottom lip as if to stop the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling. You quickly rushed from your tree stump to Hagrid, wrapping your arms around him as much as you could. In this very moment, all you could offer the man was comfort. And so you did.

"It'll be alright, Hagrid." You mumbled against his musky smelling, tatty brown jacket, pressing the side of your face into his large, protruding stomach. A sharp inhale of air sounded from above, and you knew he was sobbing now. "It's okay." You whispered with glossy eyes, leaning back to glance up at Hagrid as he stared sorrowfully at the ground; his big, brown eyes wet with regretful tears. Gods, this was breaking your heart.

"He don't deserve this, Y/N!" Hagrid cried, his gigantic hands rushing to clutch you against his shaking body as he sobbed. "He don't, he's a good boy, he is." He muttered through broken cries. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from breaking down into sobs too. As much as you wanted to cry with Hagrid, you wanted to be strong for him - like he was when you came running, crying hysterically because of... Severus.

It felt weird to use his first name. You hadn't used it since... you couldn't even remember when. You only called him Snape now, and it hurt you to do so.

A couple days had passed by since your incident with Snape, and he had found himself lurking in your greenhouse, sneakily searching for ingredients for his upcoming future classes. The screech of an owl hooked Snape's nose up and away from your cabinets and to the door of your greenhouse. He ducked, cursing, as a Spectacled Owl swooped over his head, the sweep of it's wings making Snape's raven-black hair fly outwards. He watched as it dropped a rather beautiful bouquet of flowers on your desk with a muffled thud, proceeding to fly out of an open ceiling window and perch itself on a tree branch to the right of it. The owl hooted as it watched Snape curiously with big, beady eyes. The Potions Master observed it for several seconds, his eyes narrowing inquisitively. Once he deemed it safe to move, Snape shuffled towards the bouquet, his eyes instantly finding a note attached. He slowly shifted his fingers towards it, opening the folded piece of parchment. His brows furrowed as it read:

Dearest Y/N,

I hope these stunning flowers find you well, the moment I saw them, they instantly reminded me of you, and I had to have them.

Since the day we parted from each other, you have not left my mind. You have ensorcelled me. Enchanted and charmed me. The sweet sound of your perfect laugh lives in my mind, and Merlin, how I miss the way that your smile bewitched my heart each time I had the honour of laying my blessed eyes upon it.

I do hope Hogwarts is treating you well. If it isn't, you know where to find me.

B.B x

Snape's stomach instantly twisted into a painful, egregious knot as his eyes continuously scanned over the sentimental note. You were seeing someone? Since when? More importantly, who was 'B.B'? Was it serious? It seemed to be, from Snape's basic knowledge of flowers, he knew they were high-quality, expensive ones. The thick, shiny material they were cocooned in also added to his conclusion. Whoever you were seeing was willing to spend a good amount of gold on you. Then, perhaps, was it an admirer? Someone trying to court you? No, it couldn't be, the note said-

Almost as fast as those thoughts had entered Snape's mind, he wiped them away, shaking his head aggressively as he let go of the note between his fingers, backing away from the flowers like a fearful doe. No, he wasn't doing this today. Not ever, actually.

Snape's eyes reluctantly fell to where you usually left a quill and parchment - specifically for him to note down what he'd taken. But it wasn't there. His brows knitted together, perplexed, as he glanced around the room for your quill and parchment. His eyes fell back onto the bouquet of flowers that 'B.B' had sent you. Snape's jaw clenched as he grudgingly padded forwards again, his hand reaching out slowly to lift up the neatly-wrapped bouquet. His hunch was right. That damned bird of yours had dropped the large bouquet on top of his quill and parchment, almost like a silent 'fuck you'. Snape had to force himself not to hex the poor animal as he retrived the materials, placing them beside the flowers to quickly scribble down the ingredients he required.

Snape felt something like a knife poke at his heart as he let his eyes glance over at the handwritten note again, staring at it with cruel eyes. A wave of disgust rushed through his body as he re-read the sickly sweet words. As much as he despised and envied the person behind the note, he couldn't help but agree with how they described you.

Over the next week at Hogwarts, more and more notes, flowers and small gifts began to turn up in your greenhouse. You had felt a bit smothered by Ben, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt - perhaps gift-giving was his love language. As time went on, you noticed that Snape began to slack in leaving notes of what he'd borrowed for his lessons. This confused you slightly, Snape was not someone that neglected agreements or promises. So, you just put it down to being an accident rather than on purpose. You weren't sure if you did that for the peace of your own mind, or hoping it was true.

Snape found himself assigned to the nightly patrol shift this Friday evening. He was a little miffed about it since he had planned to kick back in his room and bury his nose in a book he'd picked up on a subtle trip to Hogsmeade. Ever since he'd read that note in your greenhouse, he'd turned a little more bitter towards people. Including you. The only way he had figured out to hide something as petty and trivial as the feeling of jealousy was by acting a little colder to people. Everyone knew him as the callous and heartless Professor Snape, so it's not as if the students or staff alike would be alarmed by his extra bitterness.

As the Potions Master was strolling absentmindedly in the outside grounds of Hogwarts, two shadowy figures had caught his eye. Instinctively, he drew his wand, his fingers tightening around it. He crouched down a tad, narrowing his eyes in a feeble attempt to try and work out who the possible intruders were. Surely it was just two students out after curfew, right? Though, that idea came crashing down when he heard the sweet sound of your muffled laugh. His body ran cold as another heavenly, song-like giggle reached his ears. What were you doing out so late at night? …And who were you with?

"I'm sorry I kept you so late," Ben said quietly, squeezing your hand as you glanced up at him, the two of you strolling through the outside grounds of Hogwarts. The two of you kept your voices down as it was past midnight now, and you weren't exactly desiring the idea of getting caught. "I didn't expect the pub to stay open past eleven o'clock!"

"It's alright, work was rather stressful this week anyway. I needed a good break." You giggled, quickly placing a hand over your mouth to muffle it. Ben couldn't help but grin amusedly at your widened eyes.

"And you told me I had to be quiet," Ben mused, his eyes flicking back to the ground in front of him. You rolled your eyes at him and nudged him with a playful elbow. "But what happened with work? Annoying first years?" He teased. Oh, he had no idea.

A class of seventh years had been stressing you out since Tuesday afternoon when Jasper Greenlichen, a very intelligent and passionate budding Herbologist, made some fatal mistakes on a mock exam. The second you handed his results back to him, you hadn't expected, nor prepared yourself for such an intense meltdown of emotions. Since that moment, he was nonstop asking questions and asking for your expert opinion on certain ways to structure answers. The boy was absolutely obsessed with improving, and it was becoming extremely tiring for you. You could only help him so much.

"I wish," You groaned, shaking your head for a moment. "Seventh years, actually, one of them had a total meltdown when he did quite badly on a mock exam I'd set up for them." You explained, sighing exhaustedly. "From then on, it was chaos for me. I'd actually started dreading teaching for once!"

"Oh blimey," Ben grimaced at your words. "Sounds terrible." He added with a laugh, pulling you into his arms with a tug. A quiet squeak slipped from your throat as you fell into his chest, his hands snaking down to your waist suggestively.

"Ben," You warned, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips. The bright, pale moonlight glimmered down upon the two of you, illuminating you like two shards of broken glass in the sunlight.

"What?" He asked innocently, frowning as if he was being falsely accused of murder. "I've missed you." He muttered. Your stomach twisted at his words. Had you missed him as well? The only time Ben had poked at your brain was when you'd been with Snape...

"Me too." You replied, staring up at him. Did you just lie to him? Perhaps. Is it terrible if you felt nothing the moment those three words left his lips? Definitely. What a fucking mess.

With Ben facing against the moonlight, the shadows cast on his face made his nose appear slightly larger, and his eyes seemed to turn dark. Were you imagining this...?

Before you could continue to question yourself, Ben's smile faded and his brows furrowed as his hand rose up to your jaw, grasping it gently with his fingertips. Your blood ran cold as he angled your jaw towards the light, encouraging it to illuminate the fading bruises on your jaw. Fuck, there was no way this was happening right now.

"What's this?" He questioned softly, his tone flat. You swallowed, anxiety bubbling at your fingertips as they began to tingle. What the hell were you meant to say?

"Oh, it's nothing," You laughed lightly, leaning away from his concerned touch. Sure, some bouncing bulbs could have caused small, red marks on your face, right? "I was teaching some first-years a couple days ago, some bouncing bulbs got loose." You quickly lied, smiling up at Ben, praying he'd just let it go.

"Are you okay?" He asked once more, his eyes flicking up to yours, burning with worry. A wave of relief washed over you as he believed you. If you'd told him the truth, you weren't sure how he'd react. Perhaps he'd curse Snape's classroom to smell awfully for eternity, or maybe he'd do worse... but you didn't want to think about that right now.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's happened before." You laughed again, quietly, staring at Ben for any sign of doubt on his face. He continued to study your injured jaw, not seemingly convinced.

"Alright," he nodded at you with a curt sigh, letting it go. "As long as you're not in pain." Ben smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your marked jaw, trailing his lips to towards your parted ones. A gasp left your lips as Ben pulled you closer to him, his fingers digging into your waist hungrily. He kissed you a little harder, and you had to push him away slightly, releasing yourself from his lips.

"Ben, remember where we are." You said quietly, nodding to the grounds of Hogwarts that the two of you were currently stood in. "Someone could see us." You warned, a sheepish and awkward smile picking at the corners of your lips.

"So what?" Ben smirked as he leaned in to kiss you again, his reckless personality rearing it's head once more. You placed a firm hand against his chest, placing some space between you.

"I'm serious." You said again, your tone switching from playful to stern. Ben sighed, nodding, as he waved his white flag and surrendered to your demands. "Thank you." You smiled up at him, patting his chest gently, watching how as he turned his head, that familiar looking shadow cast over his features again, transforming him into your true desire. You tore your gaze away from his face as your heartbeat began to pick up in speed, memories of you and a certain brooding Potion Master flooding your mind. "I should really get going now." You quickly muttered, swallowing the lump of anxiety in your throat as you glanced to the right, avoiding his eyes.

Was this how your life was going to be now? Everytime you looked at someone you tried to move on with, his face would appear? Everywhere you looked, the thought of him would slide into your mind effortlessly - at this point, you were wondering if he had slipped you some sort of potion when you weren't looking.

"Oh right, yeah... I forgot it was so late," Ben laughed awkwardly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. He wondered if he'd done something wrong. "I'll come and see you again soon, Y/N." He pushed past the niggling feeling in his mind and smiled at you, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your cheek. His hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and you returned his smile, the overwhelming feeling of guilt beginning to nibble away at your bones. This man was treating you like a princess and all you could think about was the man that had roughly grabbed you by your jaw the other day, leaving bruises on it.

"Send me an owl first, I'd like to be prepared this time." You hummed, referring to how Ben had caught you in your messy casualwear, tending to the plants in your greenhouse and covered in filth. It wasn't a pretty sight - well in your opinion, at least. "See you soon, Ben." You smiled at him as you turned to leave, a ghastly, freezing breeze of cold air suddenly tickling your skin.

"See you later, and... get back safe, please." Ben said wearily as he glanced about, having noticed the sudden drop in temperature as well. You nodded at him and pulled your shawl tighter around you, trying to ward off the cold that was now biting at your bare shoulders. You'd quickly slipped on a dark, rich emerald green dress that fell to the floor, and was slightly cinched at your waist in a shirred fashion, with baggy, ballooned sleeves that reached your wrists. You'd also opted to bring a thick, warm dusty rose-coloured shawl that was currently wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Walking back to the grand entrance of the castle, your brows knitted together as your eyes stared at the ground that was suddenly frosting over, wilting flowers and withering plants. A feeling of uneasiness permeated your ice-cold skin as you let your eyes glaze over the frozen ground, the clouds above you suddenly turning deathly grey. Your heart began to pound as you immediately took off in a sprint, desperately trying to reach Hogwarts before whatever the hell was coming could get to you.

The air was dead, silent and motionless. Only the sound of your crunching footfalls and your chattering teeth pierced the blanket of silence. You were praying that you were only imagining this, there was no way you could fend off a dementor. As you ran, your hands began to clench and unclench, a layer of sweat forming within them as you continued to run as fast as you could, your chest heaving with complete fear as the cold began to invade your body. You felt as if you were going to die right then and there, dementor or not, your heart was going absolutely mental, pounding against your ribs like an insane prisoner, begging to be let out. Your legs began to slow as the freezing cold began to overpower your body, numbing your legs and sending you tumbling to the ground. You fell to your hands and knees, tears streaming down your face, still desperate to escape as you clambered forwards in vain.

The chilling temperature was becoming too much for your body to withstand, and so you fell to the side, a paralysing scream leaping from your lungs as your worst nightmare suddenly swept in front of you. It floated in front of you, as if taunting you. The haunting noise of a rattling, sucking-like sound surrounded you like a bubble. You stared up at the dementor, your mouth agape in horror, fearful tears brimming your eyes as you watched on helplessly. Your lungs burned with each strangled breath you stole, your limp body falling backwards against the ground, as the dementor glided closer to you, finally kissing you.

You felt as if you were drowning. Your lungs felt as if they were filled with water, stealing your breath away, leaving you to suffocate. All you could see was the dementor, it's menacing appearance rendering you immobile. You were paralysed. You couldn't move, you couldn't run away. This was it, this was how you died.

Then, suddenly, a bright white light pierced the darkness that had almost swallowed you whole. It was almost blinding as you glanced towards it, your vision blurring. You struggled on the ground, your eyes fighting to stay open as they caught a glimpse of what looked to be like... a... doe?

As you let your eyes roll back to the gloomy and black sky above you, it felt like you were in slow motion - everything was spinning and the lids of your eyes were feeling heavier and heavier; the freezing cold that once had you within it's grasp subsiding. The roar of rushing blood in your ears muffled the screaming voice from afar. You wanted to scream out, to beg them for help, but you couldn't. Your voice was no where to be heard.

As you laid motionless upon the frosted grass, your muscles relaxed, your body finally caving as the black abyss swallowed your vision.

Peace.

A quiet rustling of what sounded like metal against metal stirred you awake. You felt your fingers twitch as you gradually shuffled the tiniest bit against some soft sheets that you'd been carefully wrapped up in.

"She's awake." A soft, feminine voice called out from beside you; your eyes slowly, but painfully fluttering open.

"How are you feeling?" A familiar, warm voice poked at your ears. You blinked as your eyes followed the source of the sound, a blanket of relief encasing you as you saw Professor Lupin perched on a chair beside where you laid.

"Erm," You croaked, sitting up on your elbows in a leisurely manner. "What the hell happened?" You asked quietly, confused. Glancing about the room with squinted eyes, you noticed that you were in the hospital wing, sat in a bed, neatly wrapped up like a cocooned caterpillar in blankets.

"You were attacked by a dementor." Lupin put it simply, though he kept his tone soft, a hint of concern laced beneath. "Do you remember anything?" He further questioned you, curious. You looked back to him, letting yourself fall back into the bed. "Here," Lupin reached into his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. "It'll help." He said, offering it to you.

You took it gratefully, unwrapping the crackly plastic covering slowly, feeling your mouth suddenly salivate at the sight of the sugary treat. "Thank you, Remus." You smiled weakly at him whilst trying to wrack your brain for any remaining memories of the attack, taking a bite out of the chocolate. You sat there for a moment, staring down at your lap as you sifted through your memories, chewing at a slow pace. You remembered leaving Ben, then the cold... that was it... "No, I'm sorry." You mumbled, feeling a little useless.

"Don't apologise, we're all just very glad you're okay." Remus smiled at you, his moustache twitching. You nodded in agreement with him, keeping quiet. "You were lucky that Severus was there to save you that night." Your eyes instantly snapped to Lupin's, widening in surprise.

"Wait, what?" You choked out. It felt like someone had just punched your chest. Snape saved you? How did he...? Remus seemed a little concerned at your reaction as his brows knitted together in slight curiosity. "Sna... Severus was the one...?" You breathed out, shock stiffening your body, your throat tightening as your lips spoke his name.

"He was." Remus tilted his head at you, inquisitive blue eyes studying you. "He was on duty that night and heard your screams."

You couldn't believe what was coming out of Remus's mouth. Were you dreaming? Were you in some horrible, twisted nightmare? You had so many questions running through your mind that you couldn't keep up.

"Also, you keep saying 'that night', how long have I been... here?" You questioned Lupin, your voice weakening as you glanced around the hospital wing, noticing how empty it was. Only one other person was here and it was a student dressed in a Quidditch outfit with an icepack resting on his forehead. You deduced that he had probably fallen off of his broom during a match.

"Just over two days, Y/N." Remus replied slowly, continuing to observe you for any possible ailments. You blinked.

"What day is it?"

"Sunday," The professor replied before twisting his arm to check his watch. "Six fifty-two in the evening, to be exact."

"Right," You exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling, becoming lost in your thoughts. You thought you were alone outside. Why did- how did Snape know you were there? Did this mean something? Was this his way of- no, don't be silly, for Merlin's sake.

It's merely a coincidence, you chastised yourself. I should be glad he was there, I wouldn't be sat here right now if he wasn't, you thought, sighing frustratedly through your nostrils.

"I need to talk to him." You said quickly, beginning to sit up but Lupin quickly pushed you back down into the bed, his mouth flattening into a straight line.

"You need to rest." He replied sternly, his hand resting firmly against your shoulder as he forced you back down.

"I feel perfectly fine, Remus. I appreciate your concern but-"

"I'm sorry, but it's Madam Pomfrey's orders." He cut you off, an apologetic look softening his features. You sighed at him, a little irritated, but you understood where he was coming from. You did need to rest up, you didn't feel like you were in the best of headspaces. You still felt a little disorientated.

There was a moment of silence before you reluctantly gave in, giving Lupin a soft nod, avoiding his eyes. "Fine." You settled into the hospital bed, glancing out at the window to your right, watching quietly as beads of rain dripped down the glass pane.

"If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me." Lupin smiled warmly at you. You hummed quietly, returning his smile.

"Actually, Remus, erm," You cleared your throat, shuffling under the pale white sheets. "I was hoping to ask you if you could mentor me? To produce a patronus charm?" You asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Lupin's brow quirked at your proposal.

"Of course," Remus nodded as the surprised expression that had slipped onto his face clearly showed that he wasn't expecting you to ask him such a question. "We can start on Tuesday, seven o'clock. My classroom."

You felt your body relax at his answer. "Thank you so much." You said, your smile widening.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N, now please, get some rest." A gentle chuckle rumbled within Lupin's chest as he tilted his head at you like a parent would at their child. You scrunched your nose up at him jokingly and rolled over onto your side, tugging the blanket up and over your shoulders.

"Goodnight, Remus." You said quietly with a hint of amusement in your tone, closing your eyes. As the echo of his receding footsteps began to grow quieter and quieter as he left, you let your body finally rest, gradually dozing off.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Snape's deep, languid voice echoed from behind his door, sending a nervous shiver down your spine. You'd slipped out of your hospital bed once you had woken up, determined to pay Snape a visit, despite the storm of butterflies swirling in your stomach. When you checked the clock before leaving, it had struck almost eleven-thirty at night.

You pursed your lips, slipping inside his office and leaning against the back of the door as it clicked shut. "How did you know it was me?" You asked a little awkwardly as your eyes flicked to Snape who still had his nose buried in a pile of assignments atop of his neatly-arranged desk. A flutter of envy flew through your chest as you silently admired how organised the man was. Your desk was a mess, you barely had enough time to keep it clean, let alone organised.

"Few people opt to bother me at such an... ungodly hour." Snape sighed, rather exhaustedly, not bothering to glance at up you. Usually you'd chastise him for ignoring you, but you felt like you owed him your life from the whole ordeal a couple days ago, so you chose to brush past the bitterness in his voice. Snape spoke again after several seconds of silence. "Speaking of, what is it that you need from me?"

"Erm," you choked, eyes falling anxiously to the floor, "I just wanted to... say thanks." You said, silently dreading Snape's reply as you looked back up to find him staring at you. Your body ignited at the sight, and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn. Nothing has changed then, you thought, a little embarrassed and somewhat disappointed in yourself.

"I believe we spoke about saying 'thanks'." Snape quirked a brow at you, his dark eyes scrutinising you as you leant against his office door. You huffed at him. He paused for a moment, studying your weak, pale-looking body. "Nevertheless, you're welcome. I suppose such a situation... warrants a thank you." He added, tone flat.

There was another blanket of awkward silence. "Who were you with?" He asked. Your blood ran cold. Here we go, you thought.

"Remember a year ago, when we were brewing the Mandrake Draught?" You spoke hesitantly, avoiding Snape's intense gaze. He hummed, as if to encourage you to continue. "Remember when we spoke about Benjamin Bluewater?" You added, voice going quiet at the end. You braved a glance at the Potions Master, who now looked very disappointed. Fuck.

"You were with... Bluewater?" Snape tried to hide the jealousy in his voice. "Why were you with such a scoundrel so late at night?" You flinched at his harsh tone.

"He's changed, Snape, he's not the same troublemaker as he was in school," you sighed, "he's working at the Ministry of Magic, for Merlin's sake."

"I highly doubt a boy such as him can 'change', Y/N." Snape hissed, averting his eyes back to the parchment in front of him. He felt his skin burning with anger as you spoke about Bluewater so casually. Your heart leapt at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

"And how do you know that, Severus?" You scoffed at him. Snape's hardened eyes snapped up to yours, your harsh tone obviously hitting a nerve in him.

"Boys like him do not change, Y/N, they merely manipulate you to think so." He sneered at you. "And a woman like you is an easy target." He added, igniting a once-extinguished rage within you.

"Excuse me?" Your brows furrowed together furiously. Snape stared at you, an icy glare plastered on his pale face. "A woman like me?"

"You are far too trusting, Y/N," Snape bit, baring his teeth as he rose from his desk, "you are a true Hufflepuff. You have no respect for yourself; you struggle with the prospect of being alone so you reduce yourself to be with a lowlife such as Bluewater." The booming of your heart began to deafen you as you listened to Snape's ruthless words, each syllable digging a knife deeper into your chest. "Are you so afraid of the idea of loneliness that you really think you belong with a miscreant such as him?" He spat at you as you spun on your heels, rushing towards his door, the reality of his words becoming too hard for you to handle. You were breathing so heavily that each breath you took was starting to burn your throat, like you had swallowed the thorny stem of a rose.

Your shaking hand hovered over the handle of his office-door, lingering as you debated between running away like you always did, or confronting your fears.

You turned around, facing Snape with glossy eyes and red cheeks, unafraid. "You have no idea what you're talking about." You hissed at him furiously, stalking towards the raven-haired man with such determination that it made him flinch out of surprise.

"Don't I?" Snape mused, returning to his usual stoic and cold demeanour. He stood tall, towering over your shorter figure, his lips curling up into a sneer as he bent down to look at you in your teary eyes. "I taught the boy for seven years, Y/N. You think I do not know him better than you do?"

"I..." You stuttered, snapping your jaw shut as you tipped your chin down, submitting to Snape's cruel tone.

"You deserve better than him." Snape said quietly, softening his tone as he noticed your form trembling with bottled rage and frustration. He pitied you in this moment, in fact, he wished he could save you from such heartache, but it wasn't his place. Not now, not ever.

"You don't know what I deserve, Severus." You bit back in a harsh whisper. Snape's jaw ticked and your chest tightened as his name fell from your lips for the first time in months. He swiftly moved from behind his desk in a sweep, his long, billowing cloak trailing behind him as he stood in front of you; an unusually calm expression softening the cold, unfeeling glare that once laid upon his features.

Snape parted his lips, staring down at you, mulling over his words for a brief moment. "No, I don't," He said quietly, tilting his head at you, studying your distraught eyes. "However, that does not mean I can't usher you in the right direction." He added, clasping his hands behind his back. "It... pains me to see you so... unhappy." You looked up at him, a stray tear embarrassing you as it rolled down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away, and looked away from him, staring at the record player that you had accidentally triggered all that time ago. You felt another bout of tears brim your eyes again as your mind replayed the tender memory of you and Snape sharing such an intimate moment together.

"How did you know where I was that night?" You questioned him quietly, ignoring his previous comment, desperate not to break down in tears in front of the man you had grown to adore.

"It wasn't hard to pinpoint your location when you were screaming bloody murder." Snape replied, a hint of faint amusement lingering in his tone. You huffed at his words, prompting him to quirk at brow at you questioningly.

"Yeah, well," You swallowed thickly, glancing back up at him through your wet lashes. If you asked him any more questions you were certain you'd start hysterically sobbing. "Thanks. Again." You choked out, nodding gently.

Severus hummed at you. He felt unusually warm as the two of you were silent, quietly savouring the rare, peaceful moment.

Your cheeks had pinkened again as you studied his face, your stomach going bananas as your eyes became glued to his. You felt yourself subconsciously leaning towards him, slowly, like the pull of two magnets. Snape's breath hitched in his throat as he watched your eyes drop to his lips, eyeing them hungrily. He hesitated slightly, his mind beginning to race with plentiful amounts of reason as to why he should stop what was about to happen, however, he found himself tossing them to the side, carelessly.

The way the soft, amber hue of the candles illuminated your wet cheeks made you look so fragile, he just wanted to cradle you indefinitely; an aching urge protect you from the outside world. You felt Severus nudge his prominent nose against yours in a gentle, tender gesture; your eyes fluttering at the intimacy. His hot breath was dancing across your face as the two of you grew closer, noses grazing.

Though, before your lips could meet, Snape's office door swung open, revealing Professor McGonagall clutching a candle dressed in her nightgown.

"Severu- oh!" She gasped, watching as the two of you quickly dispersed from each other. "Am I interrupting something?" McGonagall eyed the two of you inquisitively, her lips pouting together. You cleared your throat and clasped your hands together in front of you, blinking quickly. Your cheeks were still scorching hot.

"No." Severus quickly answered, broadening his shoulders as he dared to glance at you. He straightened his posture and averted his attention to his older colleague, staring at her expectantly. "What's the matter, Minerva?" He asked, an underlying tone of irritation in his voice. Your heart fluttered as you looked to Severus, noticing his usually pale face had a tinge of pink to it.

"Black is in the castle." She said with a worried voice, prompting you to snap your head up at Minerva. What? Sirius Black is inside Hogwarts?

Part 10!

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melinoelliones · 5 months

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Gloxinia - NSFW Alphabet

THIS IS FOR THE ANON THAT ASKED FOR A NSFW ALPHABET GLOXINIA! I'm sorry it's taken so long, I've been very very sick (and still am) so everything has been on hold. I hope you enjoy, we love Gloxinia in this house <3

Remember, what I think he would do may not align with what YOU think he would do! There are x Fem Reader and X GN Reader in here. Gloxinia has two sides, he can be quite sweet but also a fuckin sadist.... so keep that in mind when you read this.

Merlin is also coming next (to who asked for her, hi hi I see you), and to all the other anons I have, I will get to you I promise!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gloxinia would definitely be quite cuddly after, making sure you are all okay (probably looks into your heart to make sure you are ACTUALLY okay and not just saying it). Maybe a little cocky depending who was being more dominant at the time;

“you look like you’ve been through the holy war a couple times, was it that good” he’d jest, pulling you closer to his chest, as your body slowly cooled off from your high.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like he would like his own ears, they are super sensitive so when you nibble on them he crumbles almost instantly.

On you, thighs thighs thighs. He wants to touch em, be between them, anything. You will find him resting his head in your lap a lot of the time and you have zero complaints. Also your hands, I feel like he appreciates a nice pair of hands, especially yours.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

FACE! His little cocky/cheeky side pops through when he does it on your face, cooing as you try not to let any drop off.

He also loves when it runs down his fingers from you, trailing along leaving them glistening. It’s almost hypnotic.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to be submissive, don’t fall for his facade.

Has probably sent himself (his soul) into the past to rewatch sessions you guys have had OR times when you have gotten off just to get HIMSELF off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Being the dominant one, yes he’s quite experienced.

Being the submissive one, a little newbie but he loves it.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where you are tied up by his vines (vines?), you have to be in the most exposed position, unable to squirm as he gets every part of you.

Reverse cowgirl, probably so you can’t see his bright pink face almost panting as you swallow him whole.

Sideways. In the morning he enjoys rolling over and just sliding the tip into you, your sweet tired moans like music to his ears.

Facefucking kinda..... I don't think he's too aggressive with it but he does enjoy it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not like “ha ha” goofy but like “aha, are you crying already, I’m not even finished with you yet”.

“F~Fuck baby, just there, feels s~so good” he chuckled, mimicking your whines

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nicely trimmed, you’d think he was a patch of grass on a rich person's yard the way he looks after ALL of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends which side he decides to show. He will always be a little sweet in between regardless of which one he’s in.

“I know your jaw is tired but cmon baby, j~just one more” he whined, looking down at your tear stained cheeks as you slid his cock back down your throat once more. You wondered how he managed to continue to get hard after cumming several times.

His hand slid down your face, a thumb caressing your sweet cheek as you turnt your eyes to look up at him, “I promise to make you feel so good afterwards, almost like a reward for doing s~so good for me, okay?”.

You get my gist?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This one was a hard one for me, on ONE hand I want to say he’s such a needy prev, jacks off to you whenever he can. So desperate, so incapable of controlling himself.

But then again, I want to say he barely does it, he can wait till he’s with you to let off steam. Just jacks off every once in a while.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Fearplay/BDSM/KnifeKinkKinda?. That little sadist feeds off of watching you in pain as long as it's inflicted by him and him alone. Has probably already carved a G into your upper thigh with his vines.

“Awww your bleeding” Gloxinia smirked, running his fingertips across the crimson rising from your skin, your whines as he did so only bringing him more joy. “Does that feel good? Having me leave future marks on you”.

Having you tied up, all exposed and vulnerable.

Overstimulation, for not only you but him too. On his call though.

Dacryphilia 100%, he would mock your pretty little face as you cry.

“Couldn’t even hold in your tears?” he cooed sarcastically, pulling your face towards him and swiping his tongue across one of them, “Good, because I love to see them”.

Choking but again with the vines, your sweet gasps ringing through, your half lidded eyes looking straight into his as your body tingles.

I don't know if this a kink but tentacle play? He has used his tenth form to fuck you from behind as you suck him dry.

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

He can cover you both with the basquias 10th form (the green tentacle thing) so location is never an issue. But taking you back to the fairy king's forest is definitely top 3, if not 1.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You begging for him, your needy body moving on its own because you need him so badly, he could almost smell the desperation trickling from your skin.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I feel like he would be open to TRY anything at least once, and I mean anything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I feel like he would be a little bitch and only like to recieve, BUT in the end he always ends up having his face between your thighs acting like he doesn’t wanna be there when he does.

“You came so quickly, you begged for me to do this and you think we are done?”, he jested, pushing your twitching thighs back towards your chest, “I could do this all day, I don’t want to come up from here until you can’t even mumble out my name”.

Before you could even get a word out, you felt the guys harsh tongue delve back into your already sensitive core, your wetness helping it to slide in effortlessly, “F~Fuck” was all you managed to hiss out as your thighs almost swallowed his head allowing him to get deeper, his fingertips brushing over your already swollen bun as you twitch and turn. He had not even let your body refresh from your previous high, but he didn’t care.

Also

“Why the long face, is it because you haven’t got off yet” the guy pouted, mocking you as you crossed your arms. If anyone knew how to push your buttons, it was him, but he also knew your limits. You jumped slightly as he flew over to you in an instant, your faces a mere few inches from one another “Cmon then, I’ll give you what you want, but on one condition..... I will choose when you’re done”.

Gloxinia loves having you suck him off, anytime, anyday, he’ll take it. He is also not afraid to tell you when he needs you.

“Cmoooon, I know you wanna help me, come” he chuckled, your lustful eyes telling him everything he needed to know as you walked over to him, “good girl, you listen so well” he pressed a sweet kiss upon your head as you knelt down.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a tease. A horrible tease. But you give it back to him ten fold. Fast until you are at your max, then he stops or slows down until you are just starting your high, then picks up the speed dramatically.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not super often, maybe like once a week.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Risk as in try something new, yes. Risk as in, in public, out in the open, 50/50.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can go like 2 or 3 rounds, with oral though, no limit.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think he uses toys on himself at all, why when he has you?

He occasionally uses them on you if you insist.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A silly amount.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When he’s fucking you he’s not super loud but he is very dirty.

When you are doing anything to him his cocky side melts away, he whimpers and whines like no one is around for miles. There has been a FEW times where you even had him a crying babbling mess while you overstimmed him. RARE but it has happened (he didn’t realise how much he likes it).

“It feels so f~fucking good baby, don’t stop, p~please” he clenched his jaw, his body unable to keep still as tears rolled down his cheeks. You had made him cum so many times he stopped counting, his hair a mess against the pillow as his thoughts slowly slipped away leaving only a blank mind that wanted nothing more but to release by your hand.

“P~Please keep going, fuuuuck just like that”

“Y~You look so pretty with m~my cock down your throat”, he hissed, head rolling back as you hummed, allowing him to slip down your throat.

“You’re swallowing me in, i~if you keep this up I don’t know how long I’ll last”

“So loud, it’s almost like you want the commandments to hear you, this cocoon isn’t soundproof and you know it” Gloxinia grinned, watch

“Louder baby, I can’t hear those sweet moans of yours”

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

Not opposed to either watching you with another person.

Would be up for doing stuff while you sleep, for his own benefit of course (says him). Only with consent.

Gets unusually turned on by just kissing you, he loved doing it, especially when it's a messy, needy, desperate kiss where you both almost forget you need to breathe.

Not mad at the idea of you fucking him with a strap, if you guys already have then he wouldn't mind doing it more often. Like I said before, he likes to be submissive but acts like he doesn't so I know he wants it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

More on the slender side and not large either. He makes up for it in bed though.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average, but when he’s stressed it goes up.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Likes to snuggle up, then will sleep only after you do. He has a heart and needs to know you are comfortable after whatever you both did as sometimes he can be intense.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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My baby sister?

Severus Snape x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Sirius finds out an old nemesis is dating his baby sister

Warnings: swearing, hurt/comfort, Sirius being overprotective and going a bit too far

A/n: 2k words, reader is Regulus’ twin sister, oh and lil wolfstar moment, I don’t really write for snape but I know not many people do so I made a little exception x

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Y/n Walburga Black, merlin did you hate that middle name along with the women that gave you it, and Severus Snape, insert witty remark here, to say you were an odd pairing would be an understatement. You knew each other back at Hogwarts but being a couple years younger than him, one of his arch nemesis’ siblings and not a green-eyed redhead, you never interacted. It wasn’t until you got a job as one of Hogwarts healers during the year your brother escaped did you and Severus bond. He was apprehensive at first but you slowly grew fond of each other’s company, and after a dance paired with some magic mistletoe at the yule ball you started dating, in secret of course.

Much like your eldest brother you didn’t follow the teaching of your parents but unlike him you stayed with your twin and didn’t run away. Which meant when he moved back into your old family home with you he was very protective, the years of guilt not knowing if you survived or perished like Regulus killed him and you knew he regretted leaving you when he was 16. Sirius of course inherited the house but he made sure you were okay with holding orders meeting there and of course you were, plus it was an extra excuse to see your man

You sighed a little as you listened to Moody drone on, you did admire the man but boy could he talk, you glanced over at your brother to see him wearing a similar expression. As he caught your eye you tried your best not to giggle when he started to subtly mimicking the man, when you turned back you glanced discreetly at Severus. He looked bored as well, for many it was hard to tell due to the general lack of emotion but over time you picked up on the tiny micro expressions

“Well said Alastor” Dumbledore comments although even you had to wonder if he listened to a word “Now Severus any word on the great vine about where he could be setting his headquarters?”

“None as yet” he replies to which your brother scoffs “Anything you would like to add Black?” he turns to eye him

“Not a very good spy, are you? How do we know you won’t play the double agent?” he taunts

“Siri!” you scold “He’s trying his best” you defend your partner making the man’s heart warm but your brother shakes his head

“Y/n I’m just stating the facts, once a deatheater always a deatheater” he glares at Severus for the last bit

“That’s not true, Reggie was good” you argue back while the rest of the member sit in an awkward silence

“No he wasn’t Y/n, you just don’t want to…” he starts but you cut him off

“No Sirius” you stand up “You weren’t there, you didn’t have to watch him get that mark, you weren’t there to hold him as he cried that night, or the night you abandoned us, neither were you there when he…he tried to…” you glance at Dumbledore before changing your rant “…when he didn’t come back” you sit down again, you knew of horcruxes because of a note Regulus left you but the rest of the Order couldn’t as Dumbledore didn’t want him to find out he knew

“I think we will end it here today everyone, thank you for coming” Dumbledore nods his head, giving you a look somewhere between sympathy and gratitude before standing up

You do the same ignoring your brother and walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, as you do Severus comes over as well, grabbing a glass, you alright? you hear his thoughts as he turns the tap

I wish he would just realise people can change, you think back glancing up to see his warm eyes, I wish you could hold me

Me too, he smiles sadly for a mere second, you still coming for dinner on Friday?

You nod a little, Siri thinks I’m visiting a patient, you grimace you hated lying to your brother and you also hated not being able to tell him Regulus was good in the end

As he takes one last gulp, placing the glass in the sink and begins to walk away you quickly whisper “Bye Sevy-” you notice your brother “-us…Sevvverus” you laugh nervously a trait that your brother knew you did when you were hiding something “I’m going to my room” you announce walking away quickly, why did you have to say it out loud why couldn’t you have did it mentally?

“Y/n” Sirius catches up with you as you get to the stairs

Turn back around slowly you try to put on your best innocent look “What?”

“I’m sorry about…” he starts but his brain is inching with a different matter “Why did you call him Sevy” he mocks your voice clearly upset about it

“We are colleagues Siri I have nicknames for everyone” you defend but he sees through it

He shakes his head “No you only give nicknames to people you…you…know what, never mind I’m overreacting” he changes his mind but you can’t help but feel like he’s figured it out and you’re glad that your boyfriend had already left

The next order meeting you were upstairs, you weren’t feeling too great after catching a small cold. The meeting should have ended by now and you were feeling better so you headed out your bedroom and was about to start walking down the stairs when you hear voices

“Snape!” Sirius calls out, his face teeming with anger

You lean over the railing of the upper floor, getting a clear view of your brother and boyfriend

“Yes Black?” Severus sighs turning around to face him

“I’m only going to ask you this once and I’ll know if you’re lying” he says earing a curt nod from your man “Are you dating my baby sister?” he asks eyes boring into him

He says quiet for a second too long, confirming what Sirius already thought “She’s my baby sister!” he exclaims furious “How long?” he points at him clearly holding himself back from punching him, while you grip the banister tightly wincing at your brothers’ tone

“Since the yule ball last year” he admits

“So what was it? You want to get back at me for the willow, for bullying that took place over a decade ago what?” he muses while your heart breaks

“Sirius” Severus says warningly, the use of his friend name even surprising your brother for a second but his face hardens again “Don’t…” he starts but your brother keeps going

“No Snivellus” he revels in the old nickname “I will not let you make my baby sister some sick revenge scheme” he shakes his head

“Black that’s not what’s going on…unlike you I am not that shallow” he defends himself clearly growing upset himself

“Whatever your plan is you are never to see her again, she is way too good for you, she is an angel and deserves someone that will treat her right” Severus didn’t argue, he himself never thought he was good enough for you “You will ruin her and I won’t let her be a consolation prize because you couldn’t have Lily, we both know how similar they are don’t you dare deny…deny it” his words low down as he hears a sob, both his and Severus’ eyes drifting up to see your heartbroken face before you quickly retreat back into your room

“What the hell is going on out here?” Remus walks out confused after hearing the prolonged muffled shouting, only hearing the last part while the two men are staring up at the second floor sadly

“My precious daughter will not be with that half breed I forbid it!” Walburga screeches from down the hall, which fill in the rest of the pictures for Remus, oh Siri’s is going to kill him

Severus turns back to Remus like he heard him before moving to climb the stairs right away, Sirius notices after a few seconds going after him but Remus grabs his hand “Siri love calm down” he brings his other hand to his cheek

“No I won’t calm down Moons he’s using my baby sister!” he says angrily swatting his partners hand before his face softens “I’m sorry” he grabs the hand he hit sighing

“One, you don’t know that, two, whatever is happening between doesn’t matter because you’ve made her cry and three…that last comment was really low Siri” he shakes his head disappointed to which Sirius visibly winces nodding in agreement

“Can we at least listen in just in case?” he suggests to which Remus nods giving him a squeeze to his hand and a quick kiss to his cheek before they head up the stairs

Severus pushes the door open “Y/n?” he says sadly as he closes it behind him he sees you sitting on your bed crying as you held your head in your hands

You lift your head “Hi” you choke out through the tears

He moves towards the bed, looking for permission to sit and when you nod he does just that “Can I?” you don’t answer just burry your head into his chest, arms wrapping around his as his do the same to you, hand on the back of your head as he holds you close

“I’m sorry” you murmur into his chest, you knew the things your brother said weren’t really true but that didn’t mean they didn’t hurt or weren’t your biggest insecurities

“No” he pulls you back by your shoulders gently making you look at him “You have nothing to be sorry for” he shakes his head, hand running through your hair

“Sev?” you peer up at him with glassy eyes that make his heart ache “Am I just…am I just a…” you start but trail off not wanting to say but he hears you finish it in your head, consolation prize

“You aren’t” he replies “Y/n for almost a decade I mourned over Lily, but really I was mourning over the loss of my best friend, my first love and the regret of the things I said to her when my head was filled with stupid ideals that I’ll admit I still need to get by” he confesses “You made me see life was worth living again, you did that through…” he smiles a little “pestering me constantly, thinking the stupidest things and purposely trying to put them in my head just to make me crack a smile” you giggle “and…” he hesitates “I made that mistletoe grow as an excuse to kiss you last year”

Your eyes widen “You did?” your heart skips a beat

“Yeah” he takes your hands in yours “I love you” he says plainly “I was waiting for a better time to tell you, actually I was going to tell you at dinner last week but then you started sniffling” he elaborates tapping your nose endearingly

Your eyes start to water with tears of joy “I love you too” you reply basking in the way his eyes light up and that genuine smile only you got to see took over his face

He brushes some hair behind you face, moving in to kiss you when the door opens revealing your brother “Siri” you say as Severus pulls back bracing himself

“You really love her?” he eyes the man

“Yes” he says right away, no hesitation

He takes a second looking between the two of you “Well I still don’t like it, nor will I ever…and I mean ever give my blessing but if you love him then I’ll just have to deal with it…by the way we are going to talk about your questionable choice in men” he covers his mouth but still says it loudly mocking your boyfriend “And you” he turns to Severus pointing “If you hurt her, break her little heart in any way I will feed you my husband”

You gasp in shock but start giggling as Remus pops his head in like he wasn’t lingering outside and listening in “Pads!” he scolds before looking at Severus “But it’s true if you hurt her I’ll make an exception just for you, she’s like a little sister to me too”

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