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"Theo, whose cat is that?"

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Pairing: Theodore Nott x Animagus!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Female Reader, Soft Theo, Cat Animagus, Animagus Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Theo are enjoying a quiet evening that is interrupted by others who are confused about the cat with Theo, but soon the cat reveals their true identity.

Author's Note: I'm not going to lie, I've been obsessed with animagus fanfics while writing this. Theo is also the fan cast version of him. Sorry for any grammar or any other mistakes in the fanfic. If any of the Italian is wrong, I'm sorry. Pictures from Pinterest, and this is also on AO3. Thank you so much for reading; I hope you enjoy it. <3

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“Theo,” groaned (Y/N), as they walked down the long hallway.

“Yes, love?” he asked, turning his head towards the girl. He chuckled, noticing her eyes were slightly closed and a yawn escaped her mouth. “Tired,” he said.

She hummed in response. Both of them stopped in the hallway. He gently pulled her bag off her shoulder and placed it on his shoulder. He then draped his arms across her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. (Y/N) rested her head against his chest. They started to walk again, Theo leading the way.

Comfortable silence filled the couple as they walked. Surprisingly, not many classmates were walking around. A few minutes went by, and students started to appear, walking in the opposite direction, then (Y/N) and Theo. Some would give them questionable looks but wouldn’t speak their mind, just minding their own business. As the students walked away, Theo stopped in his tracks soon after (Y/N) followed right after.

“Love,” he muttered, glancing down and noticing her eyes were closed. A small smile appeared on his face. “Do you want to get on my back?” he asked, watching as her head tilted up towards him.

“Why?” she questioned, her voice filled with confusion. Her (E/C) eyes opened.

“So, you can sleep for a bit,” he suggested. His eyes softened while looking at her.

She nodded her head. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Theo shifted the weight of his and (Y/N)’s bags so they were on his chest. (Y/N) walked behind him, and he reached out his hands in a silent invitation. Her arms coiled around his neck and hoisted herself onto his back. Theo adjusted his grip while securing her thighs to him.

“You good?” he asked, turning his head towards her.

“Yeah,” she muttered into his ear as she laid her head on his shoulder.

His lips curved into a smile. He quickly adjusted again, then started to walk towards the Slytherin common room. Soon enough, Theo could hear her quiet breathing in his ear. He shook his head but continued to walk towards the room.

Several minutes went by before they finally arrived at the dungeon they called their home. He muttered the password and walked in. His feet carried him down the stairs, but as he descended, he looked around the room.

The Slytherin common room was eerily silent. No one was in the room. The only sound filling the room was the crackling of the fire. A green couch sat in front of the fire, waiting for anyone to come and sit.

Theo walked over to the area, and in a low voice, muttered, “Amore (love).” He nudged her thigh. “Can you wake up for a second?” he asked.

She stirred, opening her eyes. “What is it, Theo?” she grumbled, sleep lingering in her voice.

“Can you let go so I can place you down,” he asked, tilting his head towards the girl.

She hummed. “What if I just let go and I fall on the couch?” she asked, looking at her boyfriend.

His laugh echoed throughout the room, along with a shake of his head. “I can’t believe you, love.”

“So, is that a no?” she teased with a lazy smile on her face.

“Do you want to?” he asked, making sure she was okay with it.

“Yes, Theo,” she replied, her head a little forward, with a smirk on her face. He shook his head.

“Fine,” he muttered. He walked towards the side of the couch and stood so his back was towards it.

(Y/N) looked, glanced over and let go of his neck. Theo let go of her and she fell onto the couch. A giggle filled the room. Theo turned around and noticed his girlfriend was lying down, with messy hair and a bright smile on her face. A smile crept onto his face as he watched the scene, wishing he could take a picture of the moment.

She then sat up and patted the seat beside her. “Come sit, Theo,” she said, looking up at him.

He sighed and followed what she said. Theo went over to the couch, sitting down right beside the girl.

“Sooo, what are you going to do?” she asked with a playful smile on her face.

“Probably read, and you are probably going to take a nap, right?” he said, giving her a smirk.

“Yep,” she said with a thumbs up. “But I’m taking a catnap, though.”

He hummed, reaching down into his bag, digging around trying to find the book. He found it and pulled it out, but when he looked beside him, a cat was there sitting and looking up at him.

At this point, almost everyone in the castle was asleep besides some stragglers walking to their dorm. The common room was filled with the sound of crackling fire and the soft rustle of pages being flipped. With each page, Theo was pulled into his own world.

A sigh escaped his lips as he turned a page. He sat in front of the crackling fireplace in the common room. Flames illuminated his face, casting dancing shadows around the room.

He sat on the dark green couch, one foot over the other. A book rested in one hand while the other gently stroked the cat curled up on his lap. A low hum filled the cat’s ears, comforting the fluffy, white, and gray feline, lulling it to a deep slumber.

Both of them sat in comfortable silence, but were soon disturbed. Suddenly, the main door swung open with a bang, followed by rushed footsteps and low chatter.

Theo flinched at the noise, his peaceful expression, which he once had, disappearing as he heard the group. A sigh left his mouth. He could almost hear his girlfriend’s voice, ‘Told you so, Theo,’ if she knew what was happening right now. He closed his book, about to rise, but a voice stopped him.

“Nott!” shouted Draco, walking closer him. “Leaving so soon?”

“I was just about to go to sleep,” he retorted, glaring at the platinum blonde as he relaxed back into his seat again. Draco’s laugh echoed through the room. The cat, Theo was petting, twitched in its sleep.

“Can you be a little quieter?” Theo suggested, covering the cat’s ear, hoping it would help muffle the sound.

Draco walked closer, standing right beside him near the arm of the couch. “Now, why would I do that?” Draco challenged with a smirk. He peered down, his eyes widening slightly as he noticed the cat curled up on Theo’s lap. “Theo, whose cat is that?”

“Why does it matter to you, Draco?” the brunette said, glaring at him as if his stare alone could kill.

Draco froze in his spot. “Well, I’m just wondering because, after all, you could have kidnapped the poor cat from someone,” he remarked, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“And why would you care?” Theo challenged, his arms instinctively moving to scoop up the cat, wanting to hide away in his dorm, but decided not to.

“I’m curious. This,” he gestured towards the cat and Theo, “isn’t normal for you, Theo. What I’m seeing right now is quite odd,” he teased with a slight sneer.

Theo rolled his eyes. “Is it really that odd to see me with a cat?”

Another set of footsteps echoed through the room, drawing closer to the two boys.

“Well, yes, Theodore,” Pansy answered, her voice laced with amusement. “Who would have thought you, Theodore Nott, would allow some random cat to sit on your lap? On top of that, you’re also petting the poor creature,” Pansy said with a smirk.

Theo felt a twitch under his hand. “Can you two keep it down? You’re going to wake her up.”

“'Her', what do you mean by 'her'?” Draco shouted, his voice echoing through the room. If anyone were in the room, heads would snap in the direction of the group.

“I told you to lower your voice, did I not?” he commanded, his voice grew louder despite his efforts, glaring at the two. The cat yawned, but didn’t move from her spot. Her bright, (E/C) eyes slowly opened, peering up at the boy she was napping on.

Theodore’s attention completely shifted, his gaze fixated solely on the cat. “Hello, amore mio (my love),” he cooed, gently taking his hand off her.

The cat sat up, stretching her limbs and arching her back. She turned her body so she was facing Theo, along with the other two. Her head tilted, as if confused by what was going on.

“I’m sorry, they woke up, cara (dear),” he muttered to her, scratching her head. A loud purr filled the room. The corners of Theo’s mouth curved upwards, his eyes softening as he watched the cat.

Both Pansy and Draco glanced at each other, not knowing what to do. Should they speak up and interrupt this tender moment, or should they just allow it to happen and then interfere? But neither one of them noticed something very familiar about the cat.

Her (E/C) irises stared deep into both Draco and Pansy’s eyes, as if she could peer into their very souls. Draco felt like he was staring at someone he was familiar with, who was usually with his friend.

“Why do the cat’s eyes look like your girlfriend’s,” Draco spoke up, staring right at the cat.

“Because this is my girlfriend,” Theo confirmed, turning his head to look at Draco. Draco let out a laugh.

“Oh, come on now, you must be delusional or something, Theo, because last time I talked to her, she said she was going to sleep,” Pansy responded, shaking her head and letting out a giggle.

The cat jumped down onto the floor. Before any other words could be exchanged, the feline disappeared, replaced by their dear friend.

“I wish you guys had listened to Theo,” she groaned, her voice still thick with sleep. She crossed her arms, looking at the three of them, but her eyes were fixed on her boyfriend. “I told you we should have gone to the library, or even to your dorm,” she scolded.

“I know, but I wanted to sit near the fire, and I knew no one else would be here at this time of day. Clearly, I was proven wrong by you, love,” he admitted, a pink hue creeping up his neck to his cheeks. “Even if we did go to the library earlier, we would have been kicked out.”

She tilted her head, annoyed. “At least it would be quiet, and you could read without being disturbed.” Theodore shook his head at his girlfriend.

“(Y/N), why didn’t you tell us about being an Animagus?” Pansy spoke up, breaking the moment between the couple.

(Y/N) shrugged, her eyelids droopy and lazy. “I thought you knew, because I’m always with Theo all day,” she responded.

“Well, I never really see you in this form,” Pansy retorted.

(Y/N) looked down at her shoes, then quickly back up as if she remembered something. “Now that I think about it, whenever I do change, Theo usually puts his jacket on me,” she said, a sheepish look crossing her face.

Theo just leaned back on the couch, watching the conversation between all of them, but mostly his girlfriend. His eyes lingered on her, taking note of her movements.

Both Pansy and Draco glanced over at each other, then (Y/N) with a confused expression. (Y/N) quickly noticed the stares from her friends in front of her.

“The only reason he does this is because I didn’t want people to know. I also hate when there’s too much light when I’m trying to sleep,” she defended herself.

“Figures,” Pansy mumbled, looking at her friend with a smile. 

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) questioned, tilting her head. 

“Well, now that you mention it, Theo usually talks quieter when his jacket is placed on his lap, covering something underneath, so I guess it was you then,” she replied.

(Y/N)’s mouth opened slightly, but then closed. “Yeah, that’s probably me then.”

“It is you,” commented Theo with his arms crossed, with a smirk. 

“I wish we knew this sooner,” admitted Draco.

“And why is that?” (Y/N) questioned, turning her head towards him.

“Oh, think about how much information we could get from sneaking around,” Draco said, looking at the girl.

She shook her head. “Even if you asked me to do that, I wouldn’t have,” she responded. “But now both of you know.”

She walked closer to Theo. “I’m going to sleep,” she said, kissing the top of his head, then walking in the direction of his dorm. Theo turned his body, watching as she walked away.

“I will see you guys later,” she replied, waving her hand lazily. Before anyone could tell her anything, she disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“I swear your girlfriend is odd,” Draco commented, crossing his arms.

Theo got up, grabbing his and his girlfriend’s belongings. “Well, I love her so I don’t really care about your opinion.” Draco’s eyes widened, while staring at the brunette.

“Love looks so odd on you, Nott,” Draco retorted, grumbling.

“When you get a girlfriend, let me know how that goes. Because I would do anything for (Y/N),” he responded, walking away from the two.

“You’re whipped,” Pansy commented with a smile. “But I’m going to be honest, you look good being in love.”

“And I agree with that,” he agreed, turning around. “Well, I’m off.” He walked off, bags slung over his shoulder, book in hand, towards his dorm.

Silence filled the room, besides the fire crackling in the background.

“There they go,” Pansy said, breaking the silence, still looking at where Theo had disappeared.

“Yep,” Draco responded, taking Theo’s place on the couch.

“You’re not going to bed yet?” questioned Pansy.

“Not yet,” he responded.

A sigh escaped the girl. “You have to admit, Theo looks good being in love. Plus, both of them complement each other.”

“I never said they weren’t good together.”

“Whatever you say, Draco.”

Every step Theo took felt like minutes being wasted instead of being in his girlfriend’s embrace. A sigh filled the corridor, but he could see the door leading to his room.

He gently grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. The door opened, but the room was pitch black. Snores filled the room from his roommates. His hand went to his back pocket, finding his wand, then raising it.

“Lumos,” he muttered, an orb of light appearing at the tip of his wand.

‘Where is she right now?’ he thought to himself, without reasoning or thinking for a second. ‘Probably lying in bed asleep,’ he responded to himself. He felt like hitting himself with a book for being stupid, but he brushed it off.

“Nott, turn that off,” groaned one of his roommates, who wasn’t asleep.

“Sorry,” he replied, walking further into his room. He set the bags on the floor near his bed and his book on the bedside table. He was about to drag himself to his closet until his eyes noticed movement under the covers, moving towards the end of the bed.

‘There she is,’ he concluded, walking to his closet and grabbing his clothes.

“Nott, I told you to turn that off,” his roommate yelled again.

“Be quiet before you wake someone up. Let me change, and after I walk to my bed, I will,” he responded, heading into the bathroom.

As Theo was changing, a soft scratch caught his attention from outside the door. He turned around, about to open the door, when he saw familiar paws slide beneath it. He gently pressed his foot on the paw. The paw quickly pulled away. He then stuck his foot underneath the door again, feeling the familiar paws press back. A chuckle escaped his mouth.

He pulled his foot away and opened the door. There, sitting innocently in the middle of the threshold, was (Y/N) in her cat form, as if she hadn’t done a thing. Her bright eyes stared at him with innocence. She walked in and jumped onto the counter.

Theo grabbed his toothbrush and ran it under the faucet, dampening the bristles. He squeezed some toothpaste and began to brush his teeth, but he felt piercing eyes on him. glanced down, meeting her eyes.

“What?” He questioned, muffled from the brush in his mouth.

(Y/N) tilted her head at her boyfriend. She then stood up and brushed against his bare chest.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled, the corners of his lips turned upwards.

A few minutes went by, and Theo finished getting ready for bed.

“Do you want me to carry you?” he asked, looking down at the cat. All of a sudden, she leaped onto him. Luckily, he caught her in his arms.

“Don’t do that. I could’ve dropped you,�� he scolded, turning off the lights and walking in the dark to his bed. After all, he could navigate to his bed with a blindfold on.

Theo walked to his side of the bed. He pulled back the covers and got in. Soon enough, he felt a soft fur lying on his chest. He looked down and noticed a mound on his chest, then a head sticking out.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now. Sorry if I disturbed you, cara (dear),” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, meant only for her. (Y/N) moved closer to him, nuzzling his chin. He kissed the top of her head.

“Good night, I love you,” he muttered, closing his eyes. (Y/N) let out a meow, then did the same as she laid her head on his chest. Both of their breathing became synchronized, slowly easing into a dream state.

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The Secret is Out Dear

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Pairing: Severus Snape x Professor!Animagus!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Established relationship, Animagus Reader, Female Reader, Cat Animagus, Soft Severus Snape, Secret Relationship/Marriage, Reader is the Herbology Professor

Summary: A seemingly normal day in Potions class is about to begin, but unexpected events unfold, revealing a secret no one saw coming. Just how well do they really know Professor (L/N) and Professor Snape? Do they even know them at all?

Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic, and it's been sitting in my drafts for over a year now. If I forget to tag anything or if some of the grammar is off, I apologize! BTW, all photos found on Pinterest and this is posted on AO3. Thank you so much for reading this; it truly means a lot. Feel free to comment; I would love to hear your thoughts!

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Word Count: 5232

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Morning rays poured through the windows across Hogwarts. Yawns echoed through the dormitories, along with the rustling of bedsheets from the previous day of classes. Footsteps-light at first, then began to grow louder as time passed-echoed through the corridors. A variety of food was placed on the tables, wafting the smell around. As students ventured into the hall, chatter among one another and the clinking of cutlery buzzed with life.

Even though the room felt alive, one student noticed how someone wasn't in their normal spot.

“Hey Charlotte, have you seen Professor (L/N) this morning?” commented Ember, taking a seat in front of her friend. Her gaze swept over the teachers’ table. “Usually, she’s here by now.”

Charlotte glanced over with a croissant in her hand. “Now that you mention it, she isn’t here.” She took a bite. "Professor Snape isn't here either."

“Usually, Professor Snape isn’t here anyway, Char,” Ember mentioned, serving herself some breakfast. "Even if he were here, he probably would have left by now to do whatever he normally does by himself," she added.

“You don’t have to be rude,” Charlotte pointed out, her voice lowered while looking cautiously at the girl in front of her.

A long sigh escaped Ember's lips just as her eyes rolled. “But it’s Professor Snape.”

“Even if you don’t like him, you don’t have to be mean,” Charlotte responded.

“Fine, fine, whatever you say, Char,” Ember acknowledged, while she began to eat.

“Professor Snape probably left already. Though, if Professor (L/N) were here, he'd usually linger a bit longer before heading off to prepare for his classes or something else,” Charlotte notified her best friend.

Charlotte and Ember weren’t the only students to notice the herbology professor missing. A ripple of quiet chatter began to spread through the Great Hall as students from other tables scanned the teachers' table for the famous herbology professor. No matter the day, Professor (L/N) was always present during breakfast. She was always at the table, smiling and chatting with the rest of the professors, but today the table was quieter without her.

The Potions professor was another story entirely. His presence was unpredictable most of the time. He would appear and then vanish as if he was never there to begin with. If he happened to see the herbology professor, he would stay, as Charlotte mentioned, but he would leave a little later than normal to prepare for his morning classes.

While the castle slept, the Potion Professor had been up before the first dawn touched the horizon. Potion cabinets flew open as Snape rummaged through different ingredients. With each ingredient, he pulled out an audible grumble left his mouth. For every grumble the quill wrote on a piece of parchment, off to the side, noting the ingredients he needed. After he inspected every cabinet, he was left with ingredients on every surface, a piece of parchment, along with a scowl present on his face. He grabbed the parchment, waving his wand around with a command, and left the room without batting an eye.

The cool air from the morning breeze hit Snape in the face. A sigh escaped his lips, washing away the comfortable warmth from the castle. He walked along the path leading toward different areas for ingredients.

If students-or anyone for that matter-walked by the stern, intimidating professor, they would realize his walk was different. Rather than his long strides, he had a slight spring in his step.

On his walk, he was deep within his mind. He could feel something odd about himself, but could not place why. Every year, he taught the same potions, depending on what class he had to teach. He never really felt excited-after all, he was used to teaching potions-until he figured out why. His morning class was going to learn about Amortentia.

His life changed in the last few years, even though he didn't need to smell the potion. This time-this time was different. He felt as though he needed it like a dying flame craving oxygen. Unconsciously, he didn't notice, but when he thought about it, something within him screamed at him to smell it.

Time flew by, and a soft, pale gold light began to spread across the sky. After several stops, he made his way to the Herbology classroom. Hoping the person who occupied the class was there.

He raised his fist and knocking on the door. A few seconds go by, no sound or movement could be heard from beyond the door. A word escaped under his breath. Then a soft click echoed from the door. He gently opened it, hoping not to disturb anyone who might be inside.

“(Y/N), are you here?” he called out, glancing around the room, but realized she wasn’t here.

‘I wonder where she is right now?’ he thought, walking into the room towards the back, where her office was.

A chime filled the room, gaining Severus' attention. He glanced up, taking note of the time. ‘She’s probably at breakfast right now,’ he sighed, then quickly made his way to the room that housed all the ingredients and other plants.

He pulled out the parchment, which had a few strikes through different ingredients. He searched around the room for the remaining ingredients. Several minutes later, he walked out of the room, heading towards her desk. His eyes glanced over all of her belongings until he found what he needed, a piece of paper. He grabbed a quill, dipped it in ink, then wrote what he took. Before placing the quill back-at the bottom of the note-he wrote a small message, leaving him with a small smile on his face. Soon after, he left the room, venturing out into the familiar breeze.

A thought circulated, 'Before class starts, I will come see her.'

Snape rushed back to his classroom. He swung the door open, then waving his wand, lighting the candles scattered around the room. The candles cast shadows onto the floor, illuminating different potion bottles along with other miscellaneous items. Severus did not bother going towards his office but instead walked straight to his desk at the front of the class. He disposed all of the ingredients and began to prepare for his morning class.

In the Great Hall, students began to filter out, making their way towards their classes. Potions students made their way into the dark, cold dungeon. Most people dreaded going down there; after all, who wants to learn about potions first thing in the morning and wake up to the smell of different potions?

Snape, on the other hand, did not notice the time. He was too caught up in preparing all the ingredients. Out of the corner of his eye, students started to roll into the classroom. Luckily for him, he finished up what he needed for this class. He waved his wand in the air, and suddenly, his station was spotless, besides the ingredients.

He sighed, realizing he didn't have time to stop by and make sure (Y/N) was okay, but the class was about to start, so that thought went to the back of his mind. After a few more minutes passed, the sound of chairs screeching across the floor, along with materials being placed on the tables, filled the room.

The Potions professor glanced around to room, noticing some students glancing behind him and careless whispers floating around the room.

'This is odd,' he thought to himself. After all, this wasn't normal, the room was usually silent. He shook the thought away, focusing on his lesson for the class.

“Today, class, we will be brewing the potion called Amortentia. Does anyone know what that potion is?” he questioned, his stern voice filled the room.

He looked around the room, expecting at least one hand to be raised-especially from a certain student-but was left disappointed. He waited a few more seconds, his eyes scanning around the room to see if anyone wasn't paying attention.

“Mr. Potter, what is Amortentia?” he called out, putting his hands behind his back. His foot tapped on the floor.

“Ummm…I’m not sure, Professor,” Harry admitted, looking everywhere except for the man.

A faint sneer touched Snape's lips. "As expected. Ten points from Gryffindor."

He moved his hand from behind his back, placing it on the table. “Does anyone in this classroom know what Amortentia is or what it looks like?”

As Snape was standing in front of everyone, a piece of metal caught in the candlelight flared with a powerful bond represented by the shiny metal. The object was a gold band with black accents and engravings.

A few students' eyes flickered to the band, but their gaze quickly slid away,, focusing on what Snape was saying. After all, the stern, cold Potions professor wearing a piece of jewelry-let alone a wedding ring? The thought was ignored as quickly as it arose.

One of the students, Christian, noticed the ring. For a second, he ignored it, but he couldn't contain himself. He just had to tell someone, so he leaned over to his desk mate.

"Professor Snape has a wedding band on his ring finger," he muttered into his partner's ear.

“He has a what?!” The partner shouted quietly, or at least he tried to.

Before Christian could respond, Snape interrupted their conversation.

"Is there something the matter, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Wilson?" Snape looked directly at the two boys.

“No, Professor Snape," both of them said simultaneously, looking at the professor.

"Are you sure? Both of you seem surprised-or rather, shocked-at something you saw," suggested Snape.

"It was nothing, Professor," replied Christian.

Out of the corner of his eyes, a girl with brown hair raised her hand. A quiet exhale escaped him, and his shoulders relaxed.

"Yes, Miss Granger," he said, his voice flat, but without the usual cutting edge.

"Umm… Professor, there seems to be a cat lying on your chair," Hermione glancing past him to the corner of the room.

Snape looked toward Hermione, narrowing his eyes at the poor girl. 'Why would she lie?' he thought, but shook it off, looking behind him instead. A chair placed in the corner of the room.

“When did I have a chair in here?” he questioned aloud, though he thought he’d said it quietly.

‘I thought I put this chair back last night after grading paper with (Y/N),' he thought, rubbing his brow with his hand. 'Actually, now that I think about it… I didn’t,' he thought to himself.

He walked over; even though the distance wasn't that far, he still felt like he had walked a mile. A rare and unexpected tug at the corner of Snape's mouth. He recognized the fluffy, white, and gray cat curled up on his chair.

With Snape's attention elsewhere, a soft buzzing of hushed chatter filled the room.

One student whispered, glancing toward the person beside them, “Did you see the ring on his finger? If I’m going to be completely honest with you… the ring is nice.”

“I feel bad for whoever is wearing the other ring,” someone else commented.

“Maybe whoever is wearing the other ring was forced to marry him,” another added with a laugh.

“Don’t say that. I don’t think Professor Snape would do such a thing to anyone,” Charlotte defended, eyes narrowed at the group.

“Why are you defending him, Charlotte? He probably poured Amortentia into the drink or something,” the person replied with a smirk.

"I agree with Charlotte on this one. Even though Snape is strict and cold, I don't think he would do such a thing; after all, he knows a lot about the effects of potions," Ember said, helping defend the potion master.

“Is anyone going to talk about the fact that there is a cat in the room? I didn’t even know Professor Snape had a cat, or if he even liked cats in the first place,” another student observed but was quickly ignored.

“Would all of you be quiet before all of get in trouble,” a student hissed, glancing between Snape and the group, whispering to each other.

The last whisper died in the classroom, leaving only the rustle of robes and the flickering of flames, before Snape's voice cut through the stillness. Heads turned, eyes focused on the Professor.

“Why might you be in here, especially at this time?” he questioned, with a hint of disappointment in his tone. He gently placed his hand on the cat and crouched down to meet its head. While Snape was petting and rubbing the cat, he felt a twitch beneath his hand.

The cat yawned, opening its eyes, looking right at Snape. He noted the cat's head being tilted leading him to reciprocate the motion. Both of them stared at each other, eyes locked on eyes, heads tilted identically-challenging the other.

Severus pulled away, standing up in his stop, letting the cat wake up fully. His hands fell onto his hips. The cat stood up and stretched its limbs, but quickly sat back down, staring at him with curious, (E/C) eyes.

“Darling, you shouldn’t be in here right now.” One of his hands fell off his hips than placed it on top of the cat's head. He began to scratch the top of its head. The cat pushed its head against the palm of his hand. Snape's gaze sharpened, and a hint of the corners of his lips turning upwards as his attention locked onto the small feline. Purring filled every corner of the room but quickly died down. Snape removed his hand, staring into the depths of (E/C) colored irises. The cat stared into his eyes, letting out a meow.

"My dear, you really ought to be preparing for class," Severus stated, his voice a low, almost tender murmur. "Yet here you are, occupying my chair when I have class to teach. I love you like a moth to a flame… but why exactly are you here?" He looked down, narrowing his eyes slightly, but filled with love. The cat stared right back. A silent conversation passes between the two, a language understood only by them.

Students glanced at each other, leaning in close to their friends, whispering questions about what they just heard, making sure this was real. The Potion Master's usual stern facade seemed to soften.  Whispers spread throughout the classroom as they hoped not to disturb the moment for the man.

“Did I just hear that, Ron?” said Harry, confused but with a hint of surprise in his voice, leaning towards his best friend. The boy nodded; his eyes were saucers. Ron could only nod, never breaking his gaze from the professor.

Snape had called the cat ‘dear’ along with using the word 'love' several times. Questions erupted in several students' minds. These terms were known for showing endearment and affection, but why exactly is the Head of Slytherin, the Potions Professor, using it now-especially towards a cat? Then a question that was brought up earlier appeared. Did Snape even have a pet cat in the first place or rather does he even like cats? Questions upon questions appeared, but never spoken out, rather dismissing them since this has to be some sort of dream.

The fluffy cat stood up from the chair, perched on the edge, ready to launch itself.

"So... now you decided to jump down.” Snape's lips thinned slightly as he looked down at the cat. He crossed his arms across his chest.

The fluffy, white, and gray cat shook its head and rolled its eyes before hopping down, but before its paws touched the ground, the candles flickered on and off until a figure appeared out of nowhere, replacing the cat. None of the students witnessed the transformation, only noticing Snape's wide frame blocking whoever appeared. The candles flickering were noticed, but no one said anything about it rather focused on Snape.

Severus turned around, lost in his thoughts, completely forgetting about how he was supposed to be teaching. Right behind him, the sound of heels hitting the ground echoed through the room. Snape paid no mind to anything else, instead focused on what had occurred. He continued to walk towards his station.

"I'm sorry, darling, I didn't notice the time. Plus, I missed seeing you this morning before you left," a voice, a little soft and apologetic, said from behind him. Severus, already halfway to the table, paused mid-stride, slowly turning to face the sound.

Snape and whoever he was talking to moved closer to him. Snape's frame still hid her away, but students could hear her along with they saw a glimpse of her. The identity of the mysterious woman was still a mystery to them.

“You know you could have come into my office to rest, yes?” Snape's words infused with concern but love. He tilted his head slightly, one eyebrow raised slightly. As he looked at her, waiting patiently, as if in bold letters would appear telling him.

“I know... but your office door was locked, and I noticed that your chair was also out here from the other day when I was helping you grade papers,” she said, pausing. "I wanted to see you before class started, but I fell asleep in your chair waiting for you, dear," she finished, meeting his dark eyes like a starless night, but a flicker of deep warmth softened in their depths.

Snape's gaze fixated onto hers, and for a moment every other presence in the cold room faded into the corners, but welcoming arms surrounded the two. An unfamiliar, unguarded smile spread across his face. He spoke without any hesitation, "You look beautiful, my love."

A soft, red hue appeared on her cheeks. "Well, I hope I do," she teased with an affectionate smile. She stepped closer to him, closing the distance between them until she stood directly in front of him.

Severus reached down, taking her hands into his. His shoulder relaxed, letting go of the build-up of tension. Students couldn’t see the interaction, but the Professor from the start of class was completely different from the man, standing with his back turned, in front of them. The man who stood before them, known for being cold, stern, and commanding, was not softer, the way he spoke drenched in a quiet tenderness none of them could have imagined.

All the information and interactions between the two hit the students in the face. From the gold band on Snape's finger, to the cat in the chair, and now a woman blocked by Snape. Everything just felt…odd. Different. Questions began to swarm the room like hornets wanting answers.

Snape and this mysterious woman were still talking-no, flirting-with each other. Their eyes lingered, hands intertwined in a way that left for no questions.The Potion Master moved slightly, letting everyone in the room to see the woman a little more.

What stood out the most wasn’t her face, or how close she was to the man, it was her outfit. A certain famous professor in the castle wore similar outfits to the woman Snape was hiding.

The woman was wearing a black robe with white details, along with a white blouse and a black skirt that touched the floor. She was also shorter than Snape.

“YOU’RE PROFESSOR (L/N)!” yelled Ron, his eyes widened.

Heads turned towards the boy. He looked around the room, realizing all eyes were on him, students and both professors. He gulped and trembled. His eyes met the obsidian eyes waiting for him to get in trouble but he was alive, but the glare spoke unspoken words directed at him.

The woman in question was pale. Her entire face was noticeable now. (E/C) eyes dilated, utterly still at this boy.

A heavy silence settled in the room. A minute goes by, Professor (L/N) swallowed but looked up at Severus noticing his head is turned towards the students. She moved her head looking at them, a soft smile appeared on her face.

She replied, slightly stuttering, “Yes… yes, I am.”

“I kind of forgot you had students in here, and I’m going to guess you did as well, dear,” said Professor (L/N) murmured, her voice low, meant only for his ears alone. She slowly moved to the side, walking past him towards the table. Before she made it to the table, she heard his reply.

“Yes, I did forget about the students in here,” he replied with a deep sigh.

Realization landed on Snape's face. Severus whipped around, facing away from the questions and the looks of students. He rubbed his hands on his face. Soon enough, a blush crept up to his neck and onto his face. After a few seconds of composing himself, the heat from his face faded away like a potion effect wearing off. A sigh escaped his lips, his hands lowered. He turned around joining (Y/N) behind his workstation, both of them facing the judgmental gazes of their students.

“Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag unless-" she began, but was cut off.

“You also have a wedding band!” gasped Luke, looking straight at her hand with wide eyes. (Y/N) noticed Luke looking at her ring finger.

"Could you please clarify what you're implying with ‘also,’ Mr. Thomas?" Professor (L/N) inquired, her brows furrowing slightly. Unconsciously, she reached for her ring finger, feeling the cold, metal, gemstone of her wedding and engagement ring. Her gaze drifted, and she noticed another detail; Severus, too, was wearing his wedding band.

‘I guess both of us forgot to take off our rings this morning,’ thought (Y/N) to herself, a sigh escaped her lips.

During the conversation, Snape noticed she glanced down at his hands. Severus heard her sigh and followed her gaze. His eyes noticed the gold band shiny back at him, mocking him. He quickly glanced at her hand, noticing the same bands were twinkling at him. He sighed, a flicker of dread passed through him, wishing he could take his wife with him back to their shared room and hide away from the world. Every ounce of him wished his students wouldn't realize what was between him and (Y/N). After all, this was a secret not many people knew about, and that's how it was supposed to be-kept away from prying eyes. He noticed Mr. Thomas was speaking again.

"Well, you see, Professor (L/N)…" Luke gulped down a quick breath, then continuing. “Professor Snape is also wearing a wedding band on his finger. And I think most of my classmates will agree with me, but we've never seen Professor Snape or you wear those rings to class before. Not to mention how you, Professor (L/N), are in here as well. Along with why would you be here sleeping, and the discussion you and Professor Snape were having a while ago?” He rushed the words out, barely pausing for air. "So, if the evidence is correct, you two are married," he concluded with a smile.

Silence descended on the two professors and the class. Both (Y/N) and Severus froze, their faces pale, eyes wide with the sudden, undeniable truth that was let out. (Y/N) recovered quickly; her gaze found Severus, whose own stunned expression mirrored hers a second ago. Severus remained still in his spot, speechless. Despite knowing this was going to happen eventually, it's still surprising when the truth was laid out on the table for everyone to see.

“I knew this was going to happen one of these days. I guess the cat is out of the bag then,” she murmured to her husband. Both of them staring into each other’s eyes. The corners of (Y/N)'s lips curved upwards in a sincere and warm smile. He returned the gesture but his actual smile, one only she sees in private, appeared.

“So...am I correct?” said Luke, smirking.

"(Y/N)... just tell them," muttered Severus. His shoulders slumped, and a defeated look was featured on his face. He slowly reached her hand, his fingers finding hers, unconsciously drawing comfort from the metal bands on her finger. As their hands clasped, his shoulders relaxed and he could finally breath.

“Ok, umm… yes, you are correct; the two of us are married,” (Y/N) said, a soft smile touching her lips as she felt Severus gently take her hand in his while she spoke.

Gasps all around echoed through the room. Conformation about the two left questions circulating. This kept secret left everyone in the room in shock along with Draco hearing the news.

One student whispered to their friend, “I can't believe he married her. Like, she is the complete opposite of him.”

Another student said, “I think it's cute that both of them are total opposites of each other.”

The married couple looked at each other, sharing a soft smile on their faces. The weight of this secret lifted off of them, realizing neither one of them needs to hide their affection for one another anymore. Even though (Y/N) would favor this while Severus, not so much ,at least not in public. Gasps filled the room. (Y/N) hears a familiar voice that piqued her interest.

One student spoke up, “That explains so much.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. "Like what, exactly, might I ask?" she questioned, looking away from Severus and now fully looking at the student. She recognized the student as Lizzy, one of the many students who would come to her class to talk or hang out.

“Well, I noticed that you have potion ingredients in your office placed on the desk, along with Professor Snape's graded papers stacked on your desk as well from one of his classes,” Lizzy rambled, but paused, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

(Y/N) heard her husband muttered under his breath, “That’s where I put those bloody papers." She smiled, a spark of amusement danced in her eyes. Her focus went back to Lizzy.

"Oh, did I mention that sometimes there's a robe similar to Professor Snape’s hanging behind your chair? Along with just other things in your classroom and office, Professor (L/N). Don’t even get me started on what I noticed in here!” She took another breath, ready to continue on, until Severus cut in.

"I believe that my wife and I understand what you're saying,” Severus interrupted, his voice sharp. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, noticing how much time had passed. The class was about to be finished, and he needed to make a quick decision, but it was right in front of him in bold letters. He heard a tick; his decision was set in stone.

"Class is dismissed, and do not ask any more questions,” he demanded, looking at all the students. He released his wife's hand.

Some students got up and left, but others hesitated, eager to ask more questions, but decided to leave those questions behind for now. Their burning questions would have to wait; none dared to risk getting detention or losing house points. These questions wouldn't be answered by the Potions Professor, but the Herbology Professor was a whole other can of worms.

A group of students began to walk towards the door, but all of their voices were loud and noticeable. Both Professors turned their attention to them, eager to hear the conversation.

One student said, “When was Professor (L/N) an Animagus, especially a cat? I don’t remember her speaking about being one in the first place. Did anyone notice that, or was it just me?”

“Now you say that, I did notice that,” another student confirmed.

“Eh… we can just ask Professor (L/N) after all; she's our next class anyway, so it works out,” a third student mused, shrugging as they walked out of the classroom.

When the last group of students left, Severus looked at his wife beside him. She was giggling softly at what she overheard from the students. He offered her a gentle smile, his gaze lingering on her face, taking in every aspect of her as if she was going to disappear.

(Y/N), still shocked from everything the happened, hadn't noticed her husband's gaze until her eyes met his. A soft smile appeared on her face. Caught in the action, Severus smiled back. Silence filled the room, the only sound being the flames from candles and footsteps outside the classroom. The couple held each one another's gaze, a quiet understanding passing between them. Moments later, the stillness was broken.

“I love you, my love,” (Y/N) murmured, the words carefully breaking the silence.

“I love you too,” Severus replied, slowly leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

(Y/N) hesitantly broke the kiss, realizing her class would start soon. They were disappointed, but both understood they'd continue what they started later, within the comfort of each other's arms in their quiet, hidden-away chamber.

"I have to go, my love," (Y/N) said, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him down for a quick peck on his lips and then his cheek.

“I told you to stop doing that,” Severus chuckled, his fingers automatically went up to his collar, straightening it. A faint flush crept up his neck and onto his face.

(Y/N) let out a giggle. “I can’t help it; sometimes you just look cute when you blush," she said, slowly walking backward towards the door. She just wanted to see his reaction-after all, this was a rare moment sometimes. Severus stood there, stunned by her words. A soft smile touched his lips, which she returned.

“Don’t trip, I don’t want you to end up in the medical wing,” Severus called out, his voice filled with worry and care, as he watched her walk backwards toward the door. Every move she made, his eyes followed.

“I won’t, love, I promise. After all, I’m always careful,” she said confidently, hands on her hips, a bright smile on her face. Severus rolled his eyes as he shook his head, but a faint smile playing on his own lips.

“Whatever you say, darling, just don’t come crying to me when you fall,” Severus retorted, but laced with sarcasm. She shook her head, smiling back at him.

“I'll see you at lunch,” (Y/N) said, pointing at him before turning around and walking out the door.

Severus just smiled, shook his head, and said, “Why did I marry her?"

He looked down at his ring, a soft smile gracing his lips as he recalled her. Shaking his head, he began to prepare for his next class, knowing students would soon arrive.

Severus knew the questions about their relationship would be asked. He could not wait until it died down, so his life could go back to normal. Even though, deep within his mind, he knew this information would change some aspects of their life. At least there was an upside to this situation, but he could see his wife without any worry of being caught, and the same goes for her.

After the class ended, the news spread like wildfire throughout the castle. The cold, stern Potions Master married to the one and only Professor (L/N), his complete opposite! Who would have thought those two would be married to each other?