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Snape takes care of sick reader (SFW & Platonic)

Summary: You are sick and Snape takes care of you. Aka Snape being protective over his slytherin students and would do anything for them 😤

100% platonic. No romance involved. Gender neutral SLYTHERIN reader.

A/N: No one requested this I’m just sick and wanted comfort. I'm sorry if this is garbage and not as detailed as my usual work. But I'm very ill rn and just wrote this while half asleep and full of NyQuil so there is bound to be errors. I'm hoping to post some of the one shot requests I've fulfilled later this week.

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You knew it was only a matter of time before you caught your first cold this year. Sicknesses here spread like wildfire, and it was no surprise that this one had knocked you off your feet. Everyone had seemed to catch this strand, and you were the last of your roommates to receive it.

Last night, you struggled to fall asleep. Coughing fits and a pounding headache keeping you up well into the night. No position felt comfortable. Being under the covers was too warm but leaving them off was too cold.

When you finally felt comfortable, coughs wracked your body so violently you had to sit up to stop them. This continued on all throughout the night. By the time morning came, your eyes felt heavy, and a throbbing headache left you unable to rise from your bed. Your roommates couldn’t be upset with you because they had kept you up many nights with their coughing when they were sick.

“Going to class today, Y/N?” One of your roommates asked.

“Of course, they aren’t. Look at them. No offense, L/N”

“None taken.” You croaked out.

“You need to go tell Snape you’re missing classes though. That way he can let everyone know so they don’t take house points.”

You groaned. “Can’t one of you tell him for me? I really don’t want to get out of bed. “

“Sorry L/N. You know we can’t. Last time somebody did that it was because they were faking their cold. So now Snape says we have to go down there ourselves if we’re sick. “

After ruining the start of your morning, your roommates soon filtered out of the room to head to classes. Some of them would return to the room soon during their free period. Which meant you only had maybe two hours of peace. But that was only going to come after you talked to Snape.

Pulling yourself out of bed was quite the task. Your balance was horrible, and you staggered around the room for several moments. Your bed looked incredibly inviting and all you wanted to do was climb back into it.

You stumbled down the stairs and out of the Slytherin common room. Managing to startle a few lingering students on your way out. You knew Snape would still be in his office, he rarely attended breakfast in the great hall. Sure enough, you could see the flicking of light underneath his door. You weakly knocked. The sound only worsened your headache. You found yourself leaning your forehead against the wood of the door for support. The cold of the wood soothing the heat that was coursing through your body.

When the door flung open, you fell headfirst into the room. The only thing preventing you from hitting the floor was your professor’s arms which flew out to grab you.

“L/N. What’s the meaning of this?” Snape’s soothing baritone voice was a welcome change from the buzzing going on from within your head. He helped you steady yourself on your feet then stared at you quizzically.

“Professor Sn-“ you were interrupted by a series of coughs. “Professor Snape I can’t-“

More coughs.

“You can’t attend class. Obviously.”

“Yes.”

“Well, you best be going down to see Madam Pomfrey. She can give you a pepperup potion.”

“I don’t like her potions sir. Side effects are always-“ These series of coughs were more violent. You lost your balance and collapsed again into Snape’s arms. The headache now more prominent than ever. You groaned in pain.

“Let me help you to the hospital wing.”

“Please no.” You nuzzled your head into his robes. You didn’t mean to. He just was so warm.

“Then back up to your dormitory. Now. You need to rest.” He tried to assist you back on your feet once again. His hands lingering on your arms in case you decided to fall again.

“I can’t. My roommates will be back in only about an hour. They’re so loud. Just wanna sleep now.” You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. Snape sighed and essentially dragged you into his office. He propped you up in a chair in front of his desk and disappeared for a moment behind a door in the corner of his room.

He returned seconds later with a few pillows and blankets. He set up a little spot for you in the corner of his room. It was a reading nook, above it a boarded-up window.

Once he was satisfied with the makeshift bed, he guided you over to it and helped you get comfortable.

“You can sleep here L/N. Until I get back from classes. Rest well.” He readjusted a few strands of your hair off your cheeks and behind your ear.

You could only hum in response and closed your eyes and let sleep overtake you.

When you woke a few short hours later, you still felt awful. Though the headache had left, you still had a sore throat and felt weak. A damp washcloth was resting on your forehead.

Snape entered the room, his nose buried in a book. When he heard you start one of your coughing fits, he stalked over to you.

“Drink.” He held out a small vial of unknown contents. You sat up, letting the rag fall to the floor.

“What is it?” You cocked a brow. Eyeing the liquid suspiciously.

He rolled his eyes. “Just drink it L/N. It’ll help.”

Without further question you downed the foul-tasting potion and gave a shudder of disgust.

“Tastes like shit.” You spoke without thinking.

“Watch your tongue.” He snatched the vial back from your hand. He bent over to retrieve the rag that had fallen and returned to his desk.

You laid back down in the space he had created for you and tried to focus on not coughing.

“Have you eaten?” Snape called out to you from across the room. At hearing his words, your stomach growled loudly to answer his question.

“I’ll take that as a no. I’ll bring you back something. No allergies right L/N?”

“No sir.”

While Snape was out of the room, you occupied yourself by carving patterns into the wood that barricaded the windows with your nails. It was nice in his office. At least when you weren’t being punished or serving a detention. You were very thankful he let you spend the last few hours here rather than in your stuffy dorm. Your roommates wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet while you tried to rest, and you doubted anyone would’ve offered to get you food or a potion.

Speaking of potion, it had helped significantly. The heavy feeling in your limbs had gone away. The dull throbbing in your head had disappeared. All you were left with was a tickle in the back of your throat and a blocked nose.

Snape returned with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea. As you ate, he sat next to you in a chair he had pulled up. He tried to hide the fact that he was watching you, making sure you were alright, by hiding himself behind his book.

“Thank you so much! That was delicious.” You said after you finished. He then passed you one of the teacups on the tray. The other one was brought to his lips.

“This is why you’re my favorite professor!” You smiled and sipped on your tea. Snape struggled to hide his blush at your praise.

Snape was hated by those outside of Slytherin. Mostly because they never got to see sides of him like he showed with his students. Sure, he was still emotionless and stoic, but he was always willing to be there if a member of his house needed him. Even if it was something childish.

There had been many occasions where Pansy Parkinson came to his office desperate to just rant about her boy troubles involving Draco Malfoy. Did Snape care? Not a damn. But it was clear it was troubling her, and she needed to get it off her chest. Snape was more than happy to lend her his ear.

The same went with you. Seeing you arrive at his office, barely able to stand. Refusing to go to Madam Pomfrey. He was secretly glad you didn’t want to head up to your dorm as he wanted to keep a close eye on you. A lot of his students had gotten sick lately, some worse than others. It made him terribly worried. Thankfully, the illness seems to have run its course through the dormitories.

“Feeling any better?” He raised a brow while sipping his tea.

“Much. Thank you Professor. Really, it means so much.” It was true. You did feel a lot better, not perfect but much better than this morning. This morning you felt like a walking corpse. Snape was a little apprehensive in believing you at first, so he pressed the back of his palm against your forehead.

Seemingly convinced he said, “Anytime L/N. Now you should get up to your dorm. You’ve got makeup assignments after all.” He smirked and got up to retrieve the packet from his desk.

Your face fell. “What?” He returned to set down a folder brimming with paper next to you. You groaned. “I can’t do all of that. I’m sick.” You let out a few fake pathetic coughs.

“Nice try. Now out you go. I’ve got papers to grade.”

You grumbled under your breath and snatched up the folder. Curse O.W.L. year. You made your way to the door of his office, but stopped when he called out to you

“Oh, before you go.” He held out a vial which contained the same potion you took earlier. “Take this in case you aren’t feeling better later.” He tossed it to you and thankfully you caught it.

“Thanks Professor. For everything. Bye!” You slipped out the door and returned to your dorm.

After Snape had spent the day taking care of you, you made a full recovery. You were able to attend classes the following day no problem. Your final class of the day was double potions. Excited to end the day with your favorite Professor, you practically marched into class. Though you didn’t see Snape behind the desk, but rather Professor Sprout. Students all shared confused stares and exchanges until Professor Sprout commanded everyone’s attention and silence fell over the room.

“Good afternoon everyone. I know I’m not your usual potions instructor, but today I will be stepping in for Professor Snape. He seems to have caught a cold.”

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