#he was the usual debate about Snape

[atdhpgirl]

When a Muggle-born girl from Hogwarts is more reliable than Google and other search engines:

[starlight-sev]

Your Protector (Teen!Snape x Muggle!Reader)

You and Severus have been best friends and neighbours since childhood, only spending summers together due to his strange boarding school.

This summer, however, you uncover a darker secret about Severus. And… maybe end up revealing your own secrets in the process.

Warnings: mentions of bullying

A/N: This is my first fic for Snape, I hope you enjoy :’)

(I also have a main blog over at @starlight-loki where you can find my fics about, well, Loki)

You always wondered why Severus was so adamant about having you meet him outside King’s Cross station. Over the years you had dreamed about standing there on the platform, watching for his raven hair as he clambered off the train with everyone else.

And maybe, just maybe if you were brave enough, you’d kiss him. Just once.

But this summer was no different than any other. You had gotten a letter from your favourite neighbour, spidery letters scrawling across the page:

I’ll be coming home tomorrow, meet me in the usual spot.

You weren’t sure how the postman managed to consistently throw Severus’s letters onto the window ledge of your second floor bedroom, but you knew better than to question it at this point. Spinner’s End was a peculiar place. The people who lived here were no exception either.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you stood rather awkwardly by the entrance to King’s Cross. The latest influx of passengers had already passed, and still there was no sign of Severus.

You bit your lip, anxiously glancing at the time. He should’ve been here by now. Severus was never late.

You stepped towards the doors as you debated whether or not to look for your friend. Sure, King’s Cross was huge, and you had no idea which platform Severus would be getting off of, but you were getting worried.

Just as you entered the station, you saw him. He looked like he had gotten taller, skinnier too. His dark hair was a little longer, almost to his shoulders now, but he was still the same Severus you grew up with.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, unable to keep from beaming as you rushed towards him. You crashed full-force into Severus, causing him to stumble back and drop his bags as you wrapped your arms around him. “I missed you!”

You sighed comfortably as Severus returned your hug, and you just barely noticed his arms trembling as he did so.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N.”

You froze. His voice was raspy, uneven.

Severus always spoke quietly, but this was different. He usually spoke with a more level, grounded tone. His grip wasn’t as firm as it usually was. And he was almost half an hour late.

Something was wrong.

You pulled away from your friend, concern lacing your features as you looked him up and down.

“What happened?” You asked softly, your eyes desperately searching Severus’ face for any sign of unease or hurt.

He lowered his gaze to the ground. “It’s nothing.”

“You never look at me when you’re lying. Really Sev, what’s wrong?”

Severus glanced back up at you, anger and a deeper hurt flashing quickly in his eyes. “Nothing.” He emphasized. You noticed how his grip tightened on the handle of his suitcase as he spoke. “Y/N, it’s nothing. Please.”

You knew that tone. Please drop it. It’s too painful to talk about.

You sighed, leaning forward and grabbing one of Severus’ bags, ignoring his protests as you nodded for him to follow you back home.

“I can carry that-”

You smirked, shrugging. “So can I.”

You barely caught the smallest quirk of a smile from your friend. “I see you haven’t changed one bit this past year, Y/N.”

Much of the trip home was spent in silence, which left an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Usually you and Severus could talk for hours, especially after not having seen each other for most of the year, with him going off to his strange boarding school and all. But this was different. A solemn mood hung heavy over the two of you, like a storm cloud just in the edges of your vision.

You had to ask Severus what was going on. You couldn’t just forget about it the way he practically begged you to.

You reached Severus’ house first, and to your surprise, he hesitated and glanced at you anxiously.

“Could we… go right to your place?”

You frowned, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest that grew stronger. “Don’t you want to drop off your things first? It would make no sense bringing all your suitcases to my house.”

Severus looked at you, his gaze pleading. “I just… I don’t…” He sighed, struggling for the right words. “Dad’s home and… I’m tired.”

You had to fight back tears of your own as you gazed at your friend. He had held himself together well on the way back from King’s Cross, but now as you gazed at him, you noticed how the circles under his eyes seemed much darker than usual. The small sparkle of curiosity you loved so much in your friend was gone, replaced with an exhaustion that seemed to seep into your own bones just by looking at him.

What had happened to him this year?

You nodded, setting his suitcase down to wrap an arm protectively around Severus’ shoulder. He winced quietly, this time not even trying to hide it from you.

“Come on,” you whispered as you approached your house. “Let’s go inside. I’ll make you tea.”

To your relief, the house was empty. You were dreading having to put Severus through small talk with your family. He hated it on his good days, you weren’t sure how he’d be able to handle it on a day like today.

Severus remained quiet as he followed you into the kitchen. You noticed how his gaze roamed across your kitchen cabinets, as if he was checking to see if everything was still in the same spot as last summer.

“The usual?” You asked as you opened a cupboard and pulled out a tin of Earl Grey. You shook the tin lightly as you glanced at Severus. “Or has your mystery boarding school converted you to, god forbid, coffee?”

Usually a remark like that would’ve earned at least a crack of a smile from your friend, even on a bad day. This time, Severus just nodded slowly as he leaned against the counter. “That one’s just fine.”

All you could do was nod in return as you set the kettle on the stove to boil.

After portioning out tea for the two of you, you walked over to Severus quietly. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him in another hug.

Your heart sank as he fell apart instantly, sobbing quietly into your hair. You pulled him closer, your arms closing around him tighter, but pulled away a second later when you heard him wince loudly in pain.

“What is it?” You asked, panic edging into your voice ever so slightly. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Severus shook his head as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He remained quiet.

“You’re scaring me.” You whispered. “Please… can you tell me what’s going on?”

“I…” Severus struggled for the right words, his gaze shifting away from you and onto the floor. You stepped closer to him, gently taking his hand in yours.

“They’ve been… coming after me.”

“Who has?” You ask softly. “People from your school?”

Severus nodded, his gaze still on the floor.

“They got me today. On the train.”

Your eyes widened. “What… Sev, what do you mean?”

Severus closed his eyes as if the very memory of what happened was causing him physical pain.

“On the train home, they cornered me. Locked me in a cabin and…”

He trailed off shakily, and to your surprise, he lifted his jumper up to his chest.

Dark bruises were scattered across his entire torso and ribs. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you, and you had to fight to stifle the sob that surfaced.

This was why he was late. You realized. Something horrible happened.

“Is it that bad?” Severus’ voice was no louder than a whisper. You stepped forward, wrapping your hands around his own and helping him gently pull his jumper back down.

“I’ll get you ice.” You whispered back, keeping your hands over his. “You can stay here as long as you need to. Okay?”

Severus closed his eyes, breathing out a small sigh of relief.

He was so sad, so broken, and yet… he looked like an angel.

You stepped a little closer until your chests were almost touching, and you reached up to caress his face softly. Severus’ eyes snapped open at the sensation, but to your relief he didn’t shy away from you. If anything, he leaned into your touch.

“You should quit that stupid boarding school,” you whispered, laughing softly yet bitterly. “Come to my school. It’s a lot better.”

Severus closed his eyes and leaned into your touch even further, and you noticed how he visibly relaxed for the first time since you met him that morning.

“I can’t,” he whispered back. “I’ve got one year left, I have to finish.”

“Surely you could switch?” You asked, fighting the edge of desperation that creeped into your voice. “Think about it… no more stupid uniforms, we could spend the whole year together… besides, it’s not like they’re teaching you anything different. It’s all the same material as what we learn, right?”

Severus opened his eyes, and you could’ve sworn you caught a flash of sadness in his eyes as you spoke.

“It’s… it’s much more complicated than you think, Y/N.”

You sighed in defeat, leaning your head forward. You gave it your best shot every year to try and convince Severus to leave his boarding school, to come attend public school with you, but it never worked.

To your surprise, however, Severus leaned forward too, until his forehead was touching yours.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N.”

You sighed, squeezing his hand gently.

“The months without you go by so slowly, Sev. I’ve missed you so much.”

Severus pulled back just enough to gaze at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of a lie or a joke. You held his gaze steadily, however, barely catching in the process the quick glance he made at your lips.

“You mean it?” He whispered.

Part of you was terrified this wasn’t the right moment, especially since you weren’t sure how Severus was feeling after what he had shared with you, but you knew you couldn’t wait any longer.

Hell, you had to wait nine months to see Severus again. You couldn’t wait a moment longer.

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you stepped on your toes and pressed a quick kiss against Severus’s lips. You broke away immediately, feeling heat rise quickly to your face as you looked away.

The seconds that passed between the two of you felt like years. For a second, you thought you blew it. You had gone and stupidly picked the worst moment ever to do something like this-

Before you knew what was happening, Severus was leaning over you, kissing you as if you were his very lifeline. It was rushed, a little sloppy, and you weren’t exactly sure where to put your hands, but this was really happening.

Severus was kissing you.

You broke away to the sound of the kettle whistling intrusively, and you couldn’t fight the giggles that surfaced as you attempted to break away. Severus held you firmly in place, his lips on yours in an instant.

“Wait- Sev-” you managed in between hurried kisses. “The kettle-”

“It’s water…” he grumbled, his grip on your waist tightening. “It can wait.”

You gave in, wrapping your arms around him again, only to earn a pained wince in response.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped, stepping back. You raced to move the kettle off the stove before glancing nervously at Severus again. “I’m so sorry… did I hurt you?”

Severus shook his head, stepping closer to you and extending his arms to request another hug.

“Be gentle.” You could almost hear a hint of a tease in his voice. The Sev you loved so dearly was coming back.

You nodded and, with a small smile, gave Severus a softer hug this time. His arms wrapped around you gently in return. Things felt right this time. No longer uneasy like earlier.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” you admitted sheepishly.

“How long?”

“…three years.”

With your head resting against his chest, you could feel Severus as he laughed at your response.

“It’s been five for me.”

“Why did you wait so long!?” You exclaimed. “I had no idea, I thought I screwed everything up when I kissed you!”

“I never thought…” his voice was quiet again. “I just never thought you’d like someone like me this way. James and Sirius, they said I’d never…”

Ah. So these were the imbeciles who were bullying Severus.

“Let me tell you something…” you said, leaning back just enough so you could gaze in Severus’s dark eyes. “I will personally kick both James and Sirius’s asses twice as hard if I ever see them.”

Severus gazed at you with a mix of sadness and admiration.

“Those two idiots have no idea how lucky they are to not have me at your boarding school,” you continued angrily. “Maybe this fall I’ll drop them a little visit-”

Severus cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, the kiss making your heart skip a beat with how passionate he was.

“What was that?” You asked breathlessly, earning a small smile from Severus.

“Thank you. For always protecting me.”

[verve-wifux]

Draco Malfoy - Busted.

Draco Malfoy / Reader.

18+

Description

Draco Malfoy had always had a soft spot for his Chemistry partner, ever since the first year. His lingering and affectionate looks always went unnoticed by you, especially as he had been preparing to ask you to the Yule ball. To Draco's dismay, a certain hufflepuff beat you to it. Cedric Diggory.

Ever since you had accepted Cederic, the soft spot Draco once had for you hardened, and all that is left is yearning, anger and lust.

When things take a turn in detention and secrets are revealed, can the two really resist eachother?

Warnings - Angry confessions, degradation, praise, Dom! Draco, detailed sex scenes, strong language, refers to character death, oral sex, M! Whimpering/Whining, moaning.

Side notes - This oneshot is set in the 5th year.

This was written especially for my girlfriend, so do not expect anymore.

Word Count: 6318

You occupied your usual table in the corner of the library, your nose buried in a potions book as you got in some extra study. Due to the time, 6:36 AM, the library was vacant, meaning it was the perfect time for some extra reading.

Your blue and white tie (symbolising the house you belonged to, Ravenclaw), was neatly wrapped around the collar of your white, buttoned shirt. Your robes were neatly disgarded over the back of your chair due to the hot climate of summer.

It seemed the heat this year had been unbearable, presumably due to the fact you never ventured outside. The courtyard was always overpopulated and overwhelming, more than often resulting in a headache which forced you to retire early to the Ravenclaw common room and miss supper in The Great Hall.

You sighed, allowing your slender fingers to subconsciously twirl a strand of your brown hair as you read about Amortentia. You did not understand why someone would trick another individual into falling in love with them, the thought actually repulsed you, but you studied the recipe regardless.

Making your brown eyes snap up from the pages of your book was the sound of your best friend's happy and lighthearted voice.

"Y/N!" Luna cheered as she skipped towards you, strange glasses propped on her nose which were tinted orange.

Despite Luna being considered strange amongst your fellow pupils, the witch had managed to weave her way into your heart and a smile bloomed on your face as you watched her near.

"Good morning, Luna. I see you slept well?"

Luna shrugged a shoulder, starting to pack away your things into your bag.

"It's pancake day! We have to get to the food hall before the Slytherins get there and steal them like they did last Tuesday." She grumbled, clearly still annoyed at the fact she had been robbed of her pancakes.

You attempted to ignore the way your heart dropped at the mention of Slytherins, your mind going to a certain student with platinum blonde hair and a nasty attitude.

You shook your head, ridding him from your thoughs, and closed your book.

"Fine, fine. Have you prepared for the lecture today? Professor Snape mentioned there would be a quiz today, didn't he?" You questioned, glancing to your friend as you slipped your robes over your shirt, which was neatly tucked into your skirt which fell to your mid thighs.

Luna scowled at you.

"My mind is soley focused on pancakes, that lecture is a future me problem! Besides, you and Malfoy seem to distract Professor Snape with your competitive debates and answering each lesson, it practically gives everyone else a free period!"

You gave her a flat look, and she shrugged playfully.

"I'm not lying."

You sighed in defeat, knowing your best friend was correct, even if you did not wish her to be.

"Will pancakes shut you up?"

Luna nodded sweetly, skipping from the library.

Your frown deepened at the thought of your chemistry parter, but followed after Luna nonetheless.

Draco Malfoy hadn't always been so dissmissive and fustratingly annoying towards you, there was a time you had been.. friends. It wasn't that you weren't friends now.. you were just simply.. distant.

In the beginning, Malfoy had actually been quite nice to you. He would slip you notes in class, coy smiles and a playful jab of his elbow when you teased him. But everything had changed last year, he grew.. distant and colder. Instead of chuckling at your jokes, he frowned and looked at you weirdly. He would brush your notes to the side, disposing them in the trash bins before even reading them.

You were lying if you said it hadn't hurt.

Eventually, you stopped trying. You sat silently next to him in potions class, and focused on Professor Snape's lectures. However, for the past 3 months, it seemed you two were always at each others throats, battling for the correct answers in class, trying to prove something to the other.

You scolded yourself for thinking about him, and followed after Luna. Immediately entering the Great Hall, you were hit with the strong smell of food - pancakes more specifically.

Luna let out a cheeful "yippie!", seemingly unaware of the attention she had brought to herself as she picked her seat and began to stack pancakes onto her plate. As you sat opposite her, your eyes noticed a group of people staring at you both from across the hall with judgy eyes.

You glanced over the individuals, a boy you came to know as Blaise . His eyes were narrowed at you in a judgemental way, quietly whispering to the girl next to him, Pansy, no doubt talking shit about your friend.

You narrowed your own eyes in return, glaring over at them before striking up a conversation with Luna, who was shovelling food into her mouth uncaringly.

****

Ever since your.. distance with Malfoy, you dreaded what used to be your favorite class. You found, as you grew older, it was harder and harder to focus on your Professor as your eyes always wandered to the side of Draco's face.

This time was no different.

Subtly, you let your eyes wander over his pale face and irritatingly high cheekbones. His nose was perfectly curved, his lips plump but not distractingly so. His jaw was strong and sharp, and you almost wanted to break it.

He was annoyingly attractive.

You forced your eyes to Snape, trying to ignore the way Malfoy's masculine cologne flooded your senses, making you a little lightheaded despite it not being overpoweringly strong.

He had removed his robe upon entering, grumbling under his breath about the heat, and had unfastened the top button of his shirt, his tie messy and loose around his neck.

You wished to fix it more than anything.

"Keep staring, will ya? It'll give me a head start on this quiz," Draco muttered, not taking his eyes from the Professor.

You stayed silent for a moment or so, was he.. talking to you? Your cheeks burned pink and forced your eyes from him. He had caught you staring at him, and he seemed entertained by the fact.

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy, I was simply scoping out the competition."

He scoffed, shaking his head at you.

"Hm? And what have you concluded?"

She let a sly smirk cover her lips.

"That no way you will be beating me."

That made Draco look at you, but you used all of your strength on not looking back. You felt his eyes move over your side-profile agonizingly slowly, making you almost self conscious. He hadn't looked at you for this long since... well.. last year.

"Stop staring, Malfoy, you need all the help you can get."

You noticed in the corner of your eye that he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, glancing away from you as he tried to stop a grin from taking over his mouth. He shook his head gently.

You smiled yourself at the playful teasing between you.. it was nice.

You had missed this side of him.

But soon, you were quickly reminded that Draco Malfoy was an asshole as you battled eachother for the answers to Snape's quiz.

However, when Snape tallied up the points.. it was a tie. Before either of you could demand a decider question, the bell went.

You.. you couldn't believe it. You'd have to wait until tomorrow's lesson to find out who had won, and by the sour look on Draco's face, he felt equally as disgusted and infuriated.

As Pansy passed, she giggled with a stupid high-pitched tone which made you want to slap her across the face.

"Unlucky, Malfoy."

She touched his shoulder mockingly, but he quickly shrugged off her touch, muttering angrily as he strode past her.

You attempted to swallow your pride and hurt, ignoring the way he hadn't even said goodbye to you and stood up yourself.

You noticed Draco had left his robe, and part of you wished to snip it up into teeny tiny pieces and scatter it around the room. But you knew without it, and Umbridge's new, strict rules, he would be in huge trouble if he was spotted without it.

Sighing in defeat, you picked up his robe, folding it over your arm, and went to follow him.

****

You did an awkward fast walk as you tried to follow him through the halls, but his long legs meant he walked infuriatingly fast compared to you. You didn't wish to run after him, nor call out his name. It was a rule that female and male students could not be within 6 meters of eachother, meaning you couldn't make it too obvious.

You had alwayd been a firm follower of the rules, and that was what made you hault outside of the boys bathroom, which Draco had just entered. You debated entering, or waiting outside for him.

You knew it was more risky to be caught by Umbridge outside of the bathroom, but what if someone was inside of there with him?!

You cursed yourself mentally, and went inside.

It was silent inside the bathroom, apart from the running of the tap. You peeked your head in, seeing Draco's hands resting on the side of the basin, his head dipped. His shirt was untucked and tight on his lean body. Lean but not scrawny. Veins ran up his bony hands, a few silver rings decorating his fingers, no doubt his house crest.

His hair was messy and disheveled, and you gulped.

"M-Malfoy?"

His head snapped up, staring at you through the mirror. His gray eyes went soft upon seeing you, scanning over you quickly, but hardened once more when he reached your face.

"Can you not read? This is the boy's bathroom."

You scowled at him.

"I was merely trying to return your robes, you forgot them in potions."

You threw it at him rudely, making him react and catch it with his right hand.

You were about to turn, but hesitated at the sight of him. He looked.. awful.

"Are you.. alright?" You whispered, your voice going quiet on its own accord.

Draco narrowed his eyes, looking at you hatefully.

"I'm not in the mood for your snarky and smart comments, so leave," He ordered with a roll of his eyes, rubbing a slight coat of water of his face.

You rolled your own eyes, muttering under your breath as you began to walk out.

"Cranky git.."

You gasped when you felt a firm hand, Draco's hand, wrap around your small wrist and pulled you back. He had moved so quickly, you hadn't even seen him nor heard him. He pulled you harshly, nearly making you collide with him if he hadn't steadied you.

"Say it again, I dare you," He gritted down at you angrily, and you felt small compared to him. You tried to look away from his penetrating eyes, but realised his other hand was on your chin, forcing your face up to look at him.

"Let go.." You ordered, but it sounded all wrong. It was breathless, and you couldn't stop the heat in your cheeks at his touch and the look on his face. He looked.. feral. Out of control.

"Let go, Malfoy," You tried again, sterner this time.

You held your breath as his eyes skipped to your mouth, and he licked his own lips before releasing a sigh from his nose.

He let you go, and you took a few steps backward.

You glared at him before turning on your heel and quickly left the bathroom. You gasped for air, it felt your airways were clogged with his cologne, your skin burning from where he had touched you.

You glanced behind you when you heard your name being called out, eyes widening when you saw Draco storming after you, his robes clenched in one hand.

You quickened your pace, having no idea where you were going.

Your legs burned with effort as you tried to avoid Malfoy, but he easily caught up with you. He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around.

"We can't be this close-"

"I don't fucking care," He snapped, and you peered up at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.

"Just.. I- I'm sor-"

"Mr Malfoy! Miss Y/L/N! That does not look like 6 meters to me, does it to you?" You heard Dolores Umbridge's annoying high pitched voice call out, and you sighed in annoyance.

This was all Draco's fault.

"For Christ Sake.." Draco grumbled and moved a singular step away from you.

"5 more, Mr Malfoy."

Dolores Umbridge rested her hands on her hips, staring up from under her pink hat at Draco.

He shot her a nasty look, opening his mouth to argue with her.

"We were just talking-"

"You are more than welcome to talk in detention, Mr Malfoy, not during lesson changeover!"

She glanced over him.

"Be sure to tuck that shirt in, fix your tie and be wearing your robes before attending detention. You as well, Miss Y/L/N."

You opened your mouth to protest.

"But I wasn't-"

"Another word and it will be 2 hours, rather than 1."

You and Draco stared at her silently. After a few moments, she hummed in satisfaction and floated away. Your eyes snapped to Draco angrily.

"I hope you're happy."

You stormed away before he could respond and did not look back.

****

You informed Luna of your very first detention, and she rubbed her face.

"I warned you Draco would only get you into trouble back in first year! You just didn't listen because you were head over heels for him."

Your mouth fell open.

"It's not my fault he chased me! Besides, I don't like him."

She raised an eyebrow from behind her book.

"Since when?"

"Since he started being horrible last year! He made it obvious he didn't like me, especially when he didn't invite me to the Yule Ball.." You muttered quietly.

"Sounds like you still like him to me. Why else would you still be bothered by it?"

You shot her an incredulous look, but didn't deny it.

Draco was nothing but trouble, you knew this and you didn't like him. Not anymore anyway... Right?

You gulped and stood.

"I gotta go, I'll be late for detention," You slung your bag over your shoulder with a defeated sigh.

"See you later?"

Luna nods at you lightheartedly, and you leave the library and head to Professor Snape's classroom, where you were being forced to complete your detention.

You sat in the back of the classroom, placing your bag on the stool next to you and sighed as Snape supplied you with paper, a quill and an inkpot.

Draco soon entered the classroom, sighing as he slumped into the nearest seat, across the room from you.

"How nice of you to join us, Malfoy."

Snape muttered, giving Draco the same instruments as yourself.

"Your father will not be as pleased."

His voice sounded threatening as they stared at eachother, and you narrowed your eyes at the interaction. You felt like there was a hidden meaning.

"You two will write lines for the whole hour. I will check back in on you both later. No funny business."

Snape went to leave.

"What do you want us to write, Professor?" You questioned and his head snapped around to you. You swallowed slightly.

"Perhaps.. that you will follow the rules."

And he was gone.

Draco and yourself sat silently for about 20 minutes, and you focused on writing your lines. You sighed after a while, resting your head on your fist.

"I take it you do not enjoy spending time with me?"

You glared over at Draco, before returning to your lines.

"Don't talk to me."

You heard Draco scoff, and rage boiled through you.

"You're so good, Y/N. It must be exhausting."

You looked to him, frowning. You waited for him to elaborate.

"I bet this is your first detention."

You stared into his eyes from across the room.

"I don't pride myself on causing trouble and breaking rules. It's normally quite easy to do."

"Normally?" Draco raised his eyebrow at you, his quill disgarded on his desk.

"Yes, normally. I don't normally have you running after me and getting me into trouble. Don't be shy, what did you need to so desperately talk to me about?" You crossed your arms, dropping your own quill.

Draco rolled his eyes, and you felt your anger burn brighter inside of your chest.

"Can you stop doing that? It's annoying."

"Doing, what, exactly?"

"Brushing me off!" You snapped before you could stop yourself, and you both fell quiet. He stared over at you in disbelief.

"You better be joking," He muttered, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

He stood up at your confused look, and walked towards you. You gulped, but didn't move from your chair.

"You shouldn't be so close-"

"You brushed me off."

His sentence not only cut off your voice, but also caught you by suprise. You blinked at him, a disbelieving laugh escaping from between your lips.

"And when was that?"

His jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes. He remained silent for a few moments, towering over you.

Just when you figured he was ignroing your question, he spoke.

"The Yule Ball."

You could barely believe your ears, what was he even talking about?! You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest angrily as you glared up at him.

"You didn't even talk to me at The Yule Ball!"

He groaned in fustration, shaking his head.

"I'm talking about before The Yule Ball! When you agreed to go with Cedric fucking Diggory!"

Your mouth fell open in pure shock, and his own face paled at his angry confession.

"All this time.. you've been mad at me for going with.. Cedric?" You spoke slowly, trying to understand him.

Was he being serious?!

"Why would you even be angry at that-"

"Because!" He snapped at you, shutting you up.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his anger faded.

"Because I.. You agreed before.. before I.."

He struggled to speak the words, and you were so so confused. You waited for him to talk.

"You agreed before I could even ask you. You- I felt like an idiot because I thought..I thought we were.."

He stopped speaking, and looked away. Draco couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed, too hurt.

He felt like an idiot.

"You were.. going to ask me?" You repeated in disbelief, and your heart sunk. You had pined after Draco since you had first met him, but figured after he didn't ask you.. you were merely his potion partner. 

He sighed, shaking his head as he looked away from you.

"And you tell me this now? It's nearly been 6 months since the Yule Ball, since Cedric-" You trailed off, unable to quite speak the words.

Cedric was dead now.

"You've ignored me this whole time.. because you were jealous?" You snapped, cocking your head.

Draco opened his mouth to protest that he wasn't jealous, but he didn't want to lie. Not to you.

"I.. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I was.. jealous and embarrassed and I hated him. I hated him for taking you away from me, I hated him for asking you before I could!" He argued, stepping closer to you.

You held your breath as he neared impossibly close, his body millimeters from yours. He dipped his head to look down at you, his eyes staring straight into yours and filled with passion and truth.

"I don't understand..why?" You breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes.

He scoffed at you, shaking his head. His hands went to your hips, and he pushed you backwards until your ass pushed against the desk. You gasped slightly at his touch, and your hands automatically went to his forearms to steady yourself. You could barely breathe as he spoke, watching his face.

"Isn't it fucking obvious? I- I like you. I like you a lot, Y/N. When we got put together in potions, I thought you'd just be another smartass bitch. But.. you were so much more. God, I was so wrong about you, darling," He breathed with a soft smile, his eyes watching your mouth as he uttered the words to you. You flushed at his nickname, inhaling sharply at his confession.

"Draco.. I-" You whispered and he groaned, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Say that again."

You hesitated.

"Say what, your name?"

He smiles again, nodding.

"..Draco.." You whisper, your body trembling and hot.

Draco lowers his mouth to yours, and kisses you gently, almost testing out your reaction. You freeze when his soft lips meet yours, your fingers tightening in his shirt before you pulled him closer, kissing him back.

Draco's ringed hands went to the skin of your plump thighs, and he lifted you onto the desk in a slick motion. He kissed you harder as you wrapped your legs around him, holding him there. Your fingers ran up his arms and shoulders, wrapping around his neck as you pulled at his hair softly.

Draco groaned into your mouth at the action, one hand squeezing your thigh and the other going to your hip, stroking your skin with his thumb. His tongue swiped against your lips, looking for access as he squeezed your hip again. You whimpered gently, parting your mouth to allow him inside.

The kiss was passionate and positively sinful. It was full of lust and desire, unlike the innocent peck you had shared with Cedric when the two of you had snuck off for some air during lasy year's ball.

No, this was different. This was dangerous.

Draco's tongue dominated yours, licking and exploring your mouth with his. You melted into him, allowing him to take exactly what he wanted from you.

"You taste exactly how I imagined you would, darling."

You smiled against his lips, kissing him feverishly. His long fingers began to tug on your shirt, untucking it from your skirt and ran up your ribs.

"We can't do that in here, what if Snape comes back?" You protested, and he smirked.

"Then we'll have to be quick."

Your mouth dropped open.

"What if.. someone hears us?!"

Draco chuckles at you darkly, kissing your mouth as he reached for his wand, waving it as he muttered "Muffliato."

You go to protest some more, but a mere gasp escapes your lips as his lips drop to your neck, kissing over your jaw sloppily and eventually sucking your lobe into his mouth.

Your vision went white with pleasure, your breath coming in hard and fast.

"Draco!" His name was a prayer on your lips, nothing more than a breathless plea.

He smiled against your neck, humming.

"You're so needy for me, aren't you? So good and vocal," He muttered against your skin, and you whined needily.

"Stop teasing me."

That was enough consent for his fingers to glide over your stomach and up the valley of your breasts, beginning to undo your tie and the buttons of your shirt.

He threw it to the side, his lips attatching to your collarbone as he continued to swiftly undo the buttons of your shirt. His large hands ran over your sides, thumbs stroking your ribs before he removed your shirt completely, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

You felt goosebumps travel over your skin as his eyes looked you over, from your plump thighs which were hooked around his hips, the plane of your stomach, your breasts that were contained in a black bra.

"You're so fucking perfect, aren't you? My perfect girl.."

You moaned softly at his words, arching your body into his as you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

Your hands began to roam over his shoulders, shoving his robes away and exposing his white, buttoned shirt underneath. You smiled at the fact his tie was loose once more, his top button already unbuttoned. You pressed light kisses over his jaw and neck, swiping your tongue over his Adam's apple when you reached it, and let your fingers begin to nimbly undress Draco.

He smired at your eagerness, allowing you to tug at his clothes, slipping them from him.

"That skirt is dangerously short, you know that? Sometimes I bet you wanted to tease me, hm?" He cocked his head, and you nodded sheepishly.

"Maybe a little.." You admitted quietly, and his smile grew as he shook his head.

"Dirty fucking girl, aren't you?"

You kissed him again, full of lust and want for him as you tugged on his hair again. Draco's hands went to your thighs, squeezing roughly as he began to lift your skirt higher, taking it slow with you to ensure you could still change your mind.

However, you didn't.

You watched eagerly as he inched your skirt higher and higher, soon exposing your underwear which had dampened with arousal at his previous kissings and touches. You mewled as he tutted, your eyes feeling heavy as you stared up at him.

"Look at you, making such a mess for me already. I'll have to clean you up, won't I?"

You nodded with a breathless "yes" passing from your lips, moaning into his ear when his lips dipped to your chest and began to kiss his way over your skin, squeezing the plump of your ass. He let his hands roam higher over the curve of your back, undoing the clasp of your bra before he chucked it to the side carelessly.

His heart beats rapidly at the sight of your exposed chest, your nipples hardened due to the cool air and his assessing look. His hands go to your sides, his thumbs stroking over your sensetive buds once, dragging a moan from you as you shivered.

"Gods, Draco-"

"No one touched you here before, darling?"

You shook your head timidly, and his smile turned cruel and teasing. He tutted, lowering his mouth to one of your nipples as he kissed softly.

"Well then, I'm just gonna have to break you in, won't I?"

Your moans continued to leave your mouth as he kissed your chest, lightly sucking marks onto your skin as he teased your body. Your core fluttered at the feeling, growing uncomfortably wet after a few of his pleasurable licks. Your body arched into his mouth, panting out his name in desperation, your eyes closed tightly.

"Mhm, you feel so good, love," Draco muttered, pulling away from your chest to admire his work. You glanced to your chest, seeing his marks littering your skin, but didn't care.

You wanted more.

You wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him closer until you could kiss him deeply, sliding your tongue into his mouth and tasted him.

He chuckled at your eagerness, his hands sliding over your body, handling your breasts roughly as his other went to your hip, dragging you closer into him until you felt his hardened cock brush against your sensetive core.

You moaned softy, your head falling back as you let his mouth wander down your body. Catching you by suprise, his hands went to your thighs, and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. You gasped, one hand around his neck, the other clinging to the desk.

"What are you doing?"

He ignored your question, a sense of authority entering his voice.

"Lie back and spread these gorgeous legs for me, beautiful."

You swallowed but hesitantly followed his orders, a rush of pleasure rushing over you as you obeyed his command.

You slowly parted your thighs when your back was against the desk, breathing heavily.

"Now what?" You whispered out, your voice high pit hed and breathy.

Draco chuckled from above you.

"Lift your hips for me, love. Just like that," Draco praised you when you again followed his command, allowing him to slip your underwear from you, and carelessly throw them to the side. You felt exposed and vulnerable, your body trembled as you knew the only thing between your body and Draco was the flimsy material of your skirt.

Draco lowered himself to his knees before you, and the sight dragged a soft mewl from you. There was something so pleasurable about seeing him bow before you.

His ringed fingers dug into your thighs, sliding them onto his shoulders as he nuzzled your skirt up your hips. He pressed kisses into your thighs, sending you crying out his name and your hips squirming against his tight hold on you.

Before you could even speak, his mouth slanted over your entrance, and slid his tongue through you slowly, swirling around the bundle of nerves between your legs.

You moaned loudly, gasping in shock and pleasure and his action, his name dying on your throat. He groaned against you, his eyes rolling back into your head.

"You taste so good, little one. So fucking sweet," Draco nuzzled your thigh again before going back to your entrance. His tongue slid over you, rolling against your clit as he pressed a kiss there.

Draco worked you with his tongue for a little while, waiting until you were gasping his name before allowing himself to slide a finger into you. Your walls tightened at the unfamiliar intrusion, his mouth sucking at your clit gently.

"Draco!" You cried out, your head thrown back in ectasy and overwhelming pleasure. Your hips grinded against his mouth, willing to take a other one of his long fingers.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you? Ask me nicely, Y/N."

You gasped as he nipped your clit with his teeth, your senses shocking at the very slight pain, and body shuddering.

"D-Draco please. Give me another one.."

Draco chuckled darkly, squeezing your thigh roughly.

"You missed a word, darling. Try again," He prompted with a teasing smile.

You froaned in fustration, but swallowed, trying again.

"Draco.. Please, I want.. I need another one." Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, you couldn't believe you were doing this in the potions classroom, with Draco of all people.

Draco laughed at you, sliding a second finger inside of you and he curled them, hitting a spot deep inside of you which made you see stars.

"Such a needy little cunt. You're so desperate for me, aren't you?"

You nodded pathetically, crying out in pleasure as he sucked again on your clit. His tongue prodded you teasingly, testing your body in all of the right ways and you could barely contain yourself as he you gasped his name, your release rushing from you.

Draco moaned from down your body, his ringed fingers tightening on your thighs as you held your squirming body still, coated with your slickness, determined not to waste a single drop of your cum. He eagerly dragged his tongue over your slit as he swallowed every drop of your arousal that fell into his mouth, drinking like he had been stranded in the desert for a week.

You moaned loudly as you came, your half-hooded eyes watching him as he buried his tongue inside of you, dragging out your pleasure almost painfully. His messy hair tickled the tender skin between your thighs and your lower stomach.

When you panted for air, your orgasm fading and leaving your body trembling weakly, Draco pulled his mouth from you, kissing your sensetive clit once. You groaned at the sight of him, his lips plump and wet with your cum, some smearing over his chin.

"That is the closest to God I think I've ever been," He chuckled breathlessly, leaning over your body and kissed you. You whimpered as you tasted youself on his tongue, and kissed him back hungrily, desperate for more of him.

You tugged him closer, scraping your nails over his back and wrapped your shaking legs around his hips. As you brought him closer, his dick brushed against your sensetive clit and you both moaned.

"You're a minx," Draco scolded you, biting your bottom lip teasingly. You giggled softly, kissing him again.

"You like it," You teased, smiling up at him. The soft light of the classroom lit up his features, he looked godlike staring down at you with a wide smile.

"Mm, a little," He hummed, kissing along your jaw, letting your body return to your senses before he continued with your pleasure.

"You alright?" He checked in, and your heart fluttered. You took his chin in your fingers, and pulled his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.

"I've never felt better," You whispered against his mouth, reaching down to slowly pump his cock in your fist. His breath hitched, and his forehead fell into the crook of your shoulder as he let out a breathless groan.

"Fucking hell, love.."

You continued to stroke him from the base, swiping your thumb over his glistening tip and collecting his already leaking precum.

You stroked him faster, kissing his neck as you stroked his hair, letting him bury his face in your neck as he whimpers.

Draco Malfoy fucking whimpers.

The sounds Draco made sent you into a spiral of your own pleasure and determination. His hips began to slowly thrust into your hand as he panted harder, whimpering and moaning breathlessly as you touched him. His arm rested above your head, straining as he moved, his other still rested on your hip and squeezed gently.

"Merlin's Beard, that's- Oh my.." He continued to thrust himself into your hand, rolling his hips as he whined.

"Mmh, feel good?" You kissed his neck again, and he nodded, hips stuttering.

"I wanna- wanna be inside of you, darling.." He moans gently into your ear, biting down on your shoulder.

"Then what are you waiting for you?" You teased, and lined him up to your entrance. You swept his tip through the slickness that had been building up at his sounds and actions, and you both whined needily.

"You sure?" He gasped, he licked his lips, his cheeks flushed. His hair was ruffled from when you had been pulling at his blonde strands when he had buried his face between your thighs, his eyes gray and staring straight into yours.

You nodded, and with your permission, Draco began to gently fuck himself into you.

You cried out his name desperately, a searing pain shooting through you at the initial stretch, and you closed your eyes. Draco groaned from above you, his lips dropping to your chest as he placed sloppy kisses over your skin.

"So perfect..." He groaned, thusting his hips into your body softly, the arm above your head straining with effort as he fought against slamming straight into you.

Your pain slowly melted into pleasure as his movements grew quicker, your body not resisting him anymore and stretched to accommodate his impressive size. With each thrust, he hit your hilt, sending your body jolting and stars to your vision.

"Draco.. Merlin's Beard, harder," You begged him, moaning into his ear.

He grinned against your neck before his movements grew harder, rocking your body with each thrust of his hips, the desk creaking under you. The sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing filled the room, and he captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply.

He pounded into your body, groaning against your mouth as you melted into him, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him.

"You take me so well, made for me, weren't you?" He teased, slamming into you. He reached down, removing his hand from your hip to rub circles onto your clit with his long fingers.

You moaned out loudly, tears escaping your eyes at the over-stimulation. You sobbed his name in desperation, not entirely sure on what you wanted him to do. You could barely breathe, your body alight, all caused by Draco fucking Malfoy.

"Such a good fucking girl, feel you're close, darling," He continued, and you nodded with a pathetic whine. You felt Draco's cock twitch inside of you at your sounds, his own groan escaping his lips as he suddenly increased his speed.

He swallowed your moans with a kiss as you came on his cock, pulling at his hair as you wrapped your legs around him tightly. He whimpered, his head falling to your shoulder as he fucked his cum into your trembling body.

"Y/N.." He whined, muffled by your skin as his hips stuttered, still rubbing circles on your clit pleasurably.

It was an overwhelming amount of pleasure, and you could barely breathe. You felt like crying, your body shaking, clinging onto Draco like a lifeline. His little whines only fueld the butterflies in your stomach, both of you gasping and whimpering as he pulled out of you, both of you sensetive.

He breathed against your mouth, catching his breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Don't even think about mentioning that again."

You giggled, knowing he was referring to his whimpers, and smiled widely at him.

"Our little secret, hm?"

He chuckled darkly, kissing your mouth for a few moments before he began to re-dress your weak body, pressing kisses over your skin and stroking gently as he went.

He had barely returned to his seat when Snape entered, no doubt to release you both from detention, but hesitated.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Professor Snape muttered to you, leaning over you with his hands on your desk, a frown settling onto his face.

You nodded quickly, trying to feign innocence.

"When did you move into Slytherin?"

You glanced down at your tie, seeing you wore Draco's green tie. You looked to him, both of you noticing he wore yours at the same time.

You winced, glancing back to Snape with a sheepish smile and pink cheeks.

Busted.

[severusforsnape]

Dark Secrets

Severus Snape had always managed to keep his two worlds—Muggle and magical—separate. His latest task required a rare ingredient from a Muggle antique shop, a task that involved a bit of covert magic. However, a spell gone awry in the alley drew the attention of Emily, a young Muggle woman who had been passing by.

She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide with disbelief as she watched Snape’s spell contain the magical disturbance. Snape, realizing she had seen too much, knew he had no choice but to act swiftly. He approached her with a stern look.

“Stay where you are,” Snape commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. “You’ve seen something you shouldn’t have.”

Emily, trembling, backed away. “I—I didn’t mean to see anything! I just—”

“Silence,” Snape interrupted. “I can’t risk you revealing what you’ve witnessed. Come with me.”

With a firm grip on her arm, Snape apparated them both to the secluded entrance of Hogwarts. They arrived in the shadowy confines of his quarters, an area filled with ominous potions and dark artifacts. Snape’s demeanor remained impassive as he led Emily inside.

“You will remain here until I am certain that your silence is assured,” Snape said, his tone brooking no argument. “Attempting to leave or discussing what you’ve seen will have severe consequences.”

Emily, visibly shaken, tried to reason with him. “Please, just let me go. I don’t want any trouble.”

Snape’s eyes were unyielding. “You’ve already involved yourself in matters beyond your understanding. Until I can be sure you won’t speak of this, you’ll stay here.”

Days turned into weeks, and the initial fear Emily felt began to evolve into something more complex. Snape, though initially unyielding, found himself begrudgingly respecting Emily’s resilience and intelligence. Despite his attempts to maintain a distance, he found himself engaged in more conversations with her, if only to maintain the pretense of civility.

Their interactions were often blunt, and Snape’s demeanor remained guarded. However, Emily’s curiosity and practical approach to understanding the magical world began to chip away at his exterior. He found her questions direct and her insights occasionally perceptive, leading him to reveal more about his own work and the darker aspects of his life.

One evening, as Snape worked on a particularly complex potion, Emily ventured a comment. “You know, you could make this process easier by adjusting the temperature slightly. It would save you time and ingredients.”

Snape glanced up, his expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. “And how would you know that?”

Emily shrugged. “I’ve been paying attention. It’s a basic adjustment.”

To his surprise, Snape tried her suggestion. It worked. He met her gaze, his expression begrudgingly admiring. “It seems you have a knack for practical solutions.”

Emily met his gaze steadily. “I’m just trying to make the best of a situation I didn’t ask to be in.”

As the weeks went by, their interactions grew less antagonistic and more like a strained partnership. They debated, exchanged insights, and even argued over details of magical theory. There was an underlying tension, a blend of mutual respect and underlying frustration.

One night, as they shared a quiet dinner in his quarters, Emily spoke up. “You know, for someone who tries to keep everything under control, you’re not very good at hiding how much you hate this situation.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed. “And you think you have me all figured out?”

Emily’s gaze was steady. “No, but I can see enough to know that you’re not as unaffected as you pretend to be.”

Snape’s expression softened imperceptibly. “Perhaps you’re right. This arrangement was meant to be temporary, a means to an end. But it’s become... complicated.”

Emily tilted her head, studying him. “You don’t have to pretend with me. You might not like it, but you’re not alone here.”

The admission hung between them, charged with a sense of reluctant understanding. Snape’s usual cold demeanor was less pronounced, and he allowed himself a moment of introspection.

Despite the coldness that characterized their relationship, there was a growing recognition of each other’s strengths and vulnerabilities. Snape found himself increasingly reliant on Emily’s pragmatic approach to problems, and Emily began to appreciate the complexity behind Snape’s stern exterior.

Though their relationship was far from tender, it was marked by a grudging mutual respect and a slowly developing bond forged in the fires of their shared circumstances. In the end, they discovered a form of connection that was unspoken but profound—one built on understanding, compromise, and the acknowledgment of each other’s flaws.

In the quiet corners of Hogwarts, amidst the flickering candlelight and the hum of magical energy, they navigated their complex relationship, finding a measure of solace in each other’s presence despite the harsh realities that had brought them together.

[neverenoughmarauders]

HP canon debater & canon fanfics writer

I am going to be off tumblr until October 1st! Absolutely feel free to send asks or whatever just don’t expect a reply any time soon <3

I am in my 30s, genderfluid - she/they - Scandinavian, but live in the UK, relatively new to Tumblr and a long COVIDer/POTSer!

On this blog, I am a canon-compliant Marauder fanfic writer - who likes to discuss the canon - and I am currently working on a long fic from 1971-1981 called: When we were up to no good.

More about my ambition below, but long story short - I just want a LONG fic that's not Wolfstar, that's a faithful interpretation of the canon, and which tbh isn't overly about sex or the usual fanon stuff. It's just four great friends; an 'enemies-to-lovers' love story; a war and a betrayal.

I mostly ship canon (especially Hinny, Romione, Jily) because I am boring, but I adore Prongsfoot and Sebinis, and I’m not anti most non-canon ships if they are true to their canon characterisation.

I will argue and discuss the canon with anyone who's interested. If you don't care about the canon, fine, but you and I probably won't enjoy each other's posts very much.

I don’t support JKR’s views (Read: I AM EXTREMELY ANTI HER VIEWS). I regularly question whether I should just abandon the fandom because of her (I have stayed away in the past), but then again, I discovered a lot about my own gender fluidity through the fandom, so it’s all very complicated.

I started writing When we were up to no good because I wanted to write a story where:

Sirius and James are best friends, inseparable and extremely talented

Remus and James have a solid friendship; not just Remus and Sirius

While Sirius and Peter take a bit of time to become close, Sirius ends up closer to Peter than Remus (at the latest) by the later stages of the war.

Peter is very much part of the Marauders, and there’s nothing obvious (to Sirius and James) to suggest he does a 180. Nevertheless, as readers who know what happens, we can see the small stuff that lays the foundation for the betrayal

James and Sirius are bullies! This isn’t a story trying to ignore their bad sides

Remus’ personality is affected by his lycanthropy - he has three great friends and that’s it: James, Sirius and Peter. He does not stand up to his friends (much) as he cannot afford to lose them

Lily struggles to adjust to the wizarding world given her blood status and she struggles with her friendship with Snape. She loves him so much but she’s not blind to his friends and the path he’s being led down

James and Lily have arcs that both make us understand why she disliked James so much, but also understand how the two are rather similar in their own way. The relationship, when it happens, should feel solid and lasting.

James does not go around declaring his love for Lily at every opportunity. It doesn’t fit with the canon

Not every OOTP member are in the same year as the Marauders. In my story, Marlene is 10 years older (and Molly’s best friend), Frank and Gideon are 6 years older; Alice and Fabian are 5 years older; and Dorcas is long gone from school etc.

Frank and Alice starts dating after Hogwarts (not everyone has to start dating at school)

There's lots of (hopefully canon-compliant) plot and character development. And it’s a long story! I want to make justice to their story and not rush it (but I don't want it to feel dragged out)

There is as much fun and fluff and comfort and hurt as I can get away with while feeling I can call it canon-compliant

There are plenty of Easter eggs and things we know happened in the canon, such as: Bertha Jorkins as a source of Hogwarts gossip; the Whomping Willow becoming off-limit, the newly built abandoned Hogsmeade house slowly becoming known as the Shrieking Shack, Mundungus Fletcher finding himself banned from the Hogs Head ca 1975; the 1974 World Cup and more.

That’s the ambition. I’m not by any means an experienced writer and I’m learning as I go. If this is something that interests you, then cool! Absolutely engage as much or little as you’d like with the story! I love geeking out over canon and writing!

I post extracts on here quite often! You might call it self-promotion - I call it oversharing - something I do in all aspects of my life! 😂

[shostakobitchh]

chapter 64 sneak peek!

“What’re you doing?” she whispered, shivering. “It’s the middle of the bloody night!”

“Never mind that.” Snape stared down at her feet. “Where are your shoes?”

“Upstairs, where else would they be?”

He gave her a bored sort of look that told her he was gauging how she’d ended up with this many stupid-genes.

“I’ll er — go and get them!” Ariel said, hurrying back through the portrait hole to leave Snape impatiently tapping her foot as Sir Cadogen cried for one of them to draw their swords.

She threw on her snow boots and chunkiest sweater, along with her Cloak and wand. Eyeing the Map, Ariel wondered if she should bring it but decided against it. Snape would set it on fire — he’d done worse to much more precious pieces of parchment.

Before Ariel scampered back out the door, she quickly penned a note to Hermione and left it on her night table, just in case. The last thing Ariel needed was Hermione waking up Professor McGonagall because she was afraid Sirius Black had abducted her, or something.

Snape was tapping his foot impatiently when Ariel crept back out, eyeing her outfit with a disdainful glare. She just started expectantly back, crossing her arms up in a show of dominance.

After a moment, he rolled his eyes and turned away. “Come along now, before I change my mind.”

Ariel fell into step with him as they hurried down the stairs. “Are you kidnapping me?”

“It’s not kidnapping if it’s my child.”

Something about the way he said it — my child — made her heart feel like it had grown two sizes.

“Where are we going then?” Ariel chirped up at him.

“You’ll find out.” Snape gave her a severe look that made the next question stick to the back of her throat. “No more talking. Put on that Cloak and stay close to me.”

They walked all the way to the main entrance before Snape spoke again. Ariel tried to rack her brain for where in Merlin’s name they could be going at this hour, on Christmas Eve, no less, when Snape pushed open the great oak doors, letting in a gust of frigid wind that made Ariel's teeth chatter. Outside, the grounds were blanketed in a fresh layer of snow that glittered under the starlight.

“We’ll be cutting across the grounds and going through a back ways path,” his eyes trailed over the distant mass of forest, assessing it.

"We're going outside?" Ariel popped off the hood to look at him incredulously.

“I thought I said no more talking,” he pulled her hood back up, but kept his arm around her shoulders.

“But — but the Dementors —”

“The Aurors are patrolling tonight,” Snape said flatly. “In light of the holiday, they were not allowed to be on the grounds. They’re on the outskirts of Hogsmeade until tomorrow evening.”

“Good thing Black takes breaks on Christmas,” Ariel muttered under her breath. “Does he have New Years off, too?”

Snape’s grip tightened around her invisible shoulders as he led them out into the night. The snow crunched beneath their feet, leaving a trail of footprints behind them. Ariel pulled the Cloak tighter around herself, the fabric whispering against her skin.

She began to debate with herself on whether or not she should be concerned. Being abducted in the middle of the night usually meant that something had happened, but Snape was acting relatively normal, which told Ariel that danger wasn’t imminent. Then there was the fact that he had taken her outside in the middle of the night, which was even weirder, because that was definitely for an approved Ariel activity. She supposed if she asked Snape for a list of those, it would be quite short — would probably include breathing and eating and drinking. Maybe learning. And Occluding, but only sometimes —

“Are you being purposefully obtuse?” Snape’s voice snapped.

When Ariel looked up, he was several paces ahead of her. She’d unknowingly stopped, and then she wondered how he’d noticed. Maybe it was the fact that her footprints had stopped alongside his, or that her breath curling the frigid air was noticeably not alongside Snape’s anymore. Either way, Ariel muttered an apology and hurried back to his side, letting the hood slide off once again.

Snape’s eyes scanned the trees with unnatural precision. Then he lifted his wand, raising it like a conductor about to cue a symphony, muttering some spell Ariel couldn’t make out over both their heads. A film of dense silence seemed to settle over them, like they’d been put in a room in the middle of the path, static in her vision before it cleared and her line of sight returned to normal.

“Disillusionment,” Snape said before Ariel could ask. “Do not leave my side again, or we’re turning back.”

She took off the hood, earning herself a reproachful glare from Snape, who just shook his head and kept moving. Looking ahead down the dim path, Ariel could see lights in the distance, golden against the snow that glistened down the path. There were fairy lights strung on all of the trees along the tree line, illuminating them in a soft, enchanting glow.

“This isn’t very festive, you know.” Ariel tried as she nudged herself into Snape’s side. “The kidnapping you claim you’re not doing and smuggling me out of the castle.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Snape rolled his eyes.

“You’re going to end up with a lump of coal in your stocking if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

His lips twitched. If Ariel hadn’t known any better, she would’ve thought he was trying not to smirk. “I’ll have to take my chances, then.”

“I’m serious. If we miss Christmas morning, I’ll be very cross with you.”

Snape simply raised an eyebrow at her, looking thoroughly unimpressed by her threat. “I shan’t repeat myself.”

She scowled up at him. “Can you at least give me a hint?”

“We’re not going to Hogwarts.”

“That is a terrible hint.”

“And you are a terrible traveling companion.”

“If I were that bad, I’d be walking much slower and complaining.”

“Your incessant chatter is just as grating.”

“I am a delight.”

The path began to slope downwards, leading them through a copse of snow-laden trees. Ariel's boots sank deep into the drifts, and she had to grab onto Snape's arm to keep from tumbling face-first into a snowbank. He steadied her with a firm hand, his fingers gripping her elbow as he guided her down the slippery slope. Ariel clung to him, her breath puffing out in icy clouds as they trudged onward.

“This is starting to feel like one of those fairytales where they tell you not to go into the woods,” Ariel grumbled. “And I can’t feel my toes.”

“There’s there complaining,” Snape retorted, but he cast a Warming Charm on her anyway.

He led them up and around a grove of trees, the light fading behind them as they moved farther and farther away from the path. Ariel’s teeth were still chattering, despite the Charm, and so she pressed herself tightly against Snape’s side, relishing in the warmth she found there. She would have thought Snape would have been as cold as an icicle, being so skinny and pale, but he radiated heat.

Ariel suddenly knew where they were, without ever being there before. As the bank swung upwards, steep enough that Snape had to help her up again, Ariel could see the gleaming lights greeting her as she made her way back to solid ground.

“Hogsmeade?” she whispered, to herself. When she looked up at Snape in confusion, the expression on his face made her heart squeeze in her chest, the same way it did when the doe appeared.

“Come along,” Snape said softly — so soft she almost didn’t hear him.

“Why’d we go that way?”

“To avoid being seen,” there was an obviously tagged at the end there, but Ariel ignored it.

[elisedonut]

I've been so freaking obsessed with Evan Rosier/Percy Weasley time travel fic.

Starts out as a Voldemort wins AU and Percy time travels to the past, ends up about 16/17 and back in Hogwarts, sorted into Slytherin, he doesn't know shit about Voldemort or how to prevent the war, so he does the only logical thing he can. Becomes a better alternative to Voldemort. Yup, straight up Percy Weasley cult, yes I'm doing that :P

It takes a while, but most of the other students are more or less on board, except Evan Rosier. He's hanging around because his friends are all enamoured, but he's suspicious, he doesn't trust Percy. Percy thinks he's hot c: Evans emotionally constipated self thinks Percy is hot too :p but very sus and he doesn't trust easy

So basically Percy has to change the future by forcing the Hogwarts population into therapy, becoming a sort of accidental cult leader, joining the pta and uniting with parents in ways that change actually happens even if they don't like some things he says, changing some of the dumb things the teachers do, changing the gryffindor bias, promoting interhouse unity and all that fun stuff :D

Yk like litte things that change everything

His and Evans dynamic is kinda like

Evan: *shaking the front of Percy's robes* I don't know who the fuck you are, or what you're playing at but I'm going easy on you because my friends like you. But you so much as stub their toe, you are dead, do you hear me?

Percy: That's nice, mind the robes will you? They're new. Unlike some people I can't afford buying new ones for every idiot who randomly decides to assault me.

Evan: You kissed Mulciber?

Percy: What of it

Evan: No- I just- Mulciber? He's probably got some- I don't know, infectious disease!

Percy: If I didn't know better I'd think you wanted to kiss me.

Evan: *spluttering*

Evan: Why were you hanging around with Snape

Percy: *flipping page of his book* We were discussing the importance of media literacy in charged political climates

Evan: *darkly* Of course you were.

Percy: Is there a problem?

Barty: *popping up out of nowhere with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle at Evan* Yeah, why are you bothering him Evan, it's like your obsessed :)

Evan: I am not obsessed! I just- I- I just think maybe his lordship shouldn't leave everyone out of interesting discussions!

Barty: Seriously.

Percy: Actually, that's a good point Rosier. Thank you for pointing that out. How about tomorrow we properly launch debate club! I'll go ask professor Slughorn, Rosier will you assist me?

Evan: *dying inside* Whatever. I don't have anything else that I'm doing so like- yeah

Evan doesn't know why the fuck Percy is crying but he gets it. He gets what it's like and he doesn't trust him, can't trust him, can't make that shrivelled little thing inside him reach out and accept someone new, but he can understand. And he holds him. And Percy cries into his jumper until he's asleep and then Evan tells himself he should go, he shouldn't be here, it feels so wrong to see this boy so vulnerable and trusting but he stays and in the morning they don't talk about it. In the morning Avery fawns a little as he pours milk in Percy's cereal and he sneers just the same as usual, a hufflepuff asks for Percy's thoughts on rock music and he scoffs and rolls his eyes the same as usual but he finds himself checking if Percy actually eats the food they give him, seeing the dark circles under the redheads eyes, seeing the smudged and filled up schedule he keeps worrying over

ASDFGHJKL I CAN'T GET OVER THEM PLS

oh sounds neat

ngl I don't really know anything about Evan because I'm not a Marauder girlie like at all

Death Eaters are honestly my least favorite people to pair with Percy personally and there's not many that I do actively like

so i don't tend to pay them much attention unless i find them interesting for some other reason

because as anyone who's been here long enough can probably tell i have a hard time caring about characters unless i can tie them back to Percy in some way or another

but regardless yeah Percy and Time travel are two of my favorite fic genres so i could see the appeal

Percy trying to start a cult himself is very funny though

like at this point he just doesn't know what else to try so he's just kind of like fuck it i guess ill try this

it is neat because Evan's the only one seemingly suspicious and in a way his suspicions are right like Percy is 100% up to something its just that the something isn't actually a bad thing really

Also your writing him so jealous thats always fun

[lamemaster]

From One World to Another

Request: Please spin the wheel for Aegnor 🛐🥺

Pairing: Aegnor x Reader

Genre: Hogwarts au (yaaaay)

AN: Thanks for requesting 🥹I am befuddled by how well this fits (What in the Hell is Happening Event) Last day tmr

"The mudbloods are at it again," Celegorm snorted, a sneer twisting his perfect features. Aegnor rolled his eyes and glanced out the window, where you stood under the shade of a towering oak with your friend.

You were lost in one of those strange dances the humans called TikToks, your movements surprisingly graceful despite the odd rhythm.

Aegnor couldn't help but admire it. Unlike the elves, bound by tradition and cautious with their magic, humans like you embraced life with reckless abandon.  He longed to understand that world, a yearning that gnawed at him despite his upbringing.  A world he could only glimpse through stolen glances at the strange glowing device you called a phone.

Elves, with their long memories and deep respect for tradition, found themselves drawn to Slytherin.  Though some outliers existed, like Elrond, a Ravenclaw scholar obsessed with elven lore, Slytherin's green banner often fluttered above elven dwellings.

Humans, with their fleeting lives, burned brighter.  Gryffindor, the house of the brave, housed the vast majority.  But there were exceptions – a cunning Hufflepuff pioneer known for his loyalty to his coven, and a Ravenclaw witch whose fascination with magical flora rivaled any elves. 

This Gryffindor bravery, however, wasn't always viewed favorably by the elves.  Many elven elders often scoffed at their recklessness, a stark contrast to the calculated actions favored by his people.

Dwarves, with their insatiable thirst for knowledge and mastery of craft, naturally gravitated towards Ravenclaw. Their halls echoed with debates on engineering marvels and the secrets hidden within the earth. 

Finally, the Hobbits found a home in Hufflepuff. Their love for community, loyalty to their kin, and dedication to the simple pleasures of life resonated deeply with the house known for its badger sigil.

A pang of longing twisted within Aegnor. He yearned for a glimpse into your world, a world documented on those strange glowing rectangles humans called "phones."  He knew it was a forbidden desire, an act frowned upon by most elves. Only his Uncle Feanor, a surprising and rare elven Gryfindor dared to dabble in such human contraptions.

Sitting in the back row, the only sliver of sunlight stubbornly fighting its way through a cracked window was Snape's nemesis. Aegnor sighed, flipping through his well-worn textbook filled with elven script that seemed to dance before his eyes.

The acrid scent of burnt Bubotuber pus mingled with the sweet aroma of gillyweed, a constant reminder of the strange concoctions brewing around him

Snape's incessant droning about cauldron safety did little to alleviate his growing boredom. Suddenly, a cacophony of crashing metal and sputtering flames erupted from across the room, followed by Snape's scathing pronouncement, "Five points from Gryffindor!"

Aegnor winced, his gaze briefly flickering towards the source of the commotion.  There, you stood, exiled from the Gryffindor table amidst a chorus of giggles.

You were a whirlwind of Gryffindor red and mischief, your hair escaping its usual braid.  Without a moment's hesitation, you marched towards Aegnor, a mischievous glint sparkling in your eyes.

"Mind if I join you guys?" you chirped, settling down on the empty stool beside him before he could even formulate a response. 

Before he could stammer a response, his sister, Galadriel, cut in with a frosty, "How about no."

Aegnor felt the urge to glare at his sister. He stole a glance at you, half-expecting you to wilt under Galadriel's icy stare. 

Instead, you met her gaze with a playful glint in your eyes, a barely suppressed smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Cool, glad that we agree," you replied shaking his hand. 

A sheepish grin spread across your face as you leaned closer to Aegnor, your voice barely a whisper. "Mind sharing the textbook?" you pleaded, a hint of desperation lacing your tone. 

Your own copy lay abandoned on the desk, its pages marred by a splatter of what could only be some sort of disastrous purple goo. 

For a moment, Aegnor felt a flicker of surprise, a jolt of something akin to shyness as you invaded his personal space. He wasn't used to such casual closeness, especially not with someone from Gryffindor.

He stole a glance at his sister, Galadriel. Her lips were pursed in disapproval, a silent reminder of the boundaries he was teetering on.  

But something, perhaps the endearing lack of inhibition in your eyes, won him over. With a barely audible sigh, he shifted the book closer to you, his voice a low murmur as he mumbled the instructions Snape had droned on about mere moments ago.

And that is how his world collided with yours. Reforming itself for the eternity of his life.

[nyx-greenwood99]

Fear of Pains pt.2

Continuation of part 1, keep in mind this will contain harsh topics like abusive childhood and abortion as well as arguing and panic attacks.

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I'd spent the day holed up in my office when I wasn't teaching. I'd held back tears and tried to keep a lid on my emotions as I taught. Flickers of how scared I was of being pregnant flitted in and out of my mind, but I knew I'd need to speak with him before making a decision.

Over the course of the day I managed myself rather well but in the lengthy classes I heard whispers from the students about how Snape had been awful today, more awful than usual. Snippy and contrite, just horrid. It wasn't until mid afternoon that I saw a student in the back of my class sobbing that I realized just how horrid he was being.

I gather my courage and bite down feelings of frustration and fear, storming to his classroom. Putting our personal issues aside he was taking his frustrations out on the students and I was not going to let that continue.

I rudely open his door to find him pacing, a glass of his usual whiskey on his desk. He stops dead in his tracks, his face flickering rapidly through emotions, first relief then anger, followed shortly by fear and finally settling into a mask of disgust.

I stop short, him never having looked at me so venomously, it truly rattled me.

"Severus we need to talk" I calmly state

"like hell, get out of my office" he bites out, mildly slurred.

I look again over at the glass, realizing he'd been drinking, drinking far too much to be normal. I shake my head, knowing he must be really upset to do something so stupid.

"Severus, you're slurring" I get a glass of water and set it on his desk.

"sit down, drink"

I point to the glass, watching him debate ignoring me. I glare at him, making it clear if he doesn't I'll force him to.

He sits begrudgingly and chugs the water, swiping his cuff over his mouth. His hair is more tousled than usual like he'd been repeatedly raking his hands through it.

"we need to talk about this morning but first, you're acting like a twat. The students have been whispering about you all day."

He shoots me a glare, clearly pissed off and loathing that I'm lecturing him on his foul behavior.

"Are you going to respond or sit there and stare?" I hiss, my anger welling up despite my attempts to control it

"I need to think" is all he says.

"you've had all day and I have a decision to make. Youre leaving me in limbo, so unless you want me to decide on my own we're discussing this"

"you're going to decide with or without me, what's the point?" He sighs, looking defeated

"I...Severus, your opinion matters....I have final say but you get to make your opinions known, I want to know what you're thinking"

I stammer, caught off guard by the fear and exhaustion in his voice. He looks up to me, his eyes glassy and his cheeks flushed with drink.

"you know I want to do this together" I murmur out, my voice thick with emotion

He balks, standing and pacing again, his hands raking through his hair.

"you don't understand, I can't do this! I don't want nor have need for a child, look at me!" He exclaims, his eyes wide with panic, his calm facade cracking under the weight of his emotions.

"Severus, I understand-" I try to interject

"No, you don't understand, you understand the fear, the worry of being better than both our parents were but-im the father, I'm the violent one! Its all on me, I can't be that, I can't be a father" his voice cracks, tears welling in his eyes, his panic and despair palpable.

I quickly stand, walking to him and taking his hands while he trembles, his eyes far away.

"Severus, you are not your father, you are a good man, a brave kind man" I speak sternly, holding his gaze

"I trust you, you are the man I chose, do you think I'd be with you if I feared you?" I murmur, my voice going soft and quivering.

I can't bear to see my unshakable man looking so distraught. I stroke my thumbs over his hands, soothing him and giving him a moment to breathe.

"we don't have to keep it either, I'm not ready...." I whisper, preparing for his response.

"you....you don't want it?" He hesitantly asks.

"we haven't discussed children and we're only two years in. I trust you but frankly I'm not ready. If you want them, one day maybe but not now...." My voice trembles, feeling so worried that he'll hate or resent me.

"then we won't have it" he sighs, his shoulders slumping in relief

I watch in surprise as he starts to calm

"you don't want it?" I ask

"heavens no, I love you but Merlins beard, it's far too soon to do so. We both have careers and frankly...I'm not ready either" he replies with earnest eyes.

"oh thank Merlin, I thought you were going to hate me for not wanting it" I gasp out with a nervous laugh, my tears spilling out as my emotions break free.

His eyes widen, seeing my tears and he immediately pulls me into his arms, stroking my hair tenderly

"I would never hate you for that, I want you to be happy, not force you to comply with my wants" he murmurs softly

I cry quietly into his coat, his arms staying around me in an embrace.

A few moments pass, us both calming in one anothers comfort before we pull apart, looking at one another with renewed soft affection.

"I'm so sorry, I acted like a twat. You are right, not about just the students but I should have considered how you were feeling" he gently speaks, his voice rough with emotion.

"I accept your apology...in the future just tell me what youre feeling.... we're in together, you and I" I tenderly murmur

"may I get you the potion?" He asks quietly, his eyes searching mine for any emotions of regret

"please, gods I'm so scared of it being in me" I breathe out in a quivering voice

He chuckles and retrieves it from his shelf.

"having something growing in you is rather frightening" he calmly replies, attempting to soothe my nerves.

I swig the potion, handing him the vial back. He takes my hand and pulls me over to his desk, settling into his chair and pulling me onto his lap in a rare display of deep affection.

"I.....I want to do everything with you but children....I'm terrified to repeat my father's actions" he murmurs softly against my shoulder, his arms curled around me.

"I'm terrified too, I don't want to screw a child up the way I was" I whisper back

"you'd be an excellent mother if you so chose to be one" he replies tenderly, his dark eyes glittering with adoration as he looks over my features.

"you'd be a wonderful father" I murmur

"I'm glad you think so highly of me" he mutters, almost sheepish

I kiss his forehead speaking tenderly, "maybe far down the line, but for now I'm happy to have all your attention and affections"

"my sweet girl" he rumbles, his head lolling sleepily against my shoulder as he feels his heart calm, reminded of just how perfectly flawed and wonderful our life is.

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Please let me know what you thought! I'm a bit rusty but I hope you guys enjoyed :)

[george-weasleys-girl]

Opposites Attract - Pt. 4

Snape's POV

Snape had never really considered himself the fatherly type. Even in the days when he still entertained the possibility of marriage, the idea of raising a child never appealed to him. Snape knew he was too selfish and easily vexed to be a suitable parent. He was, as much as he hated to admit it, too much like his worthless bastard of a father in that regard.

And yet, as he watched Y/N grow closer to the Weasley boy, a sort of protective paternal instinct rose up within him. He just couldn't see how this situation could end well, and he wasn't about to sit idly by and watch Y/N throw away a promising future for the likes of Fred Weasley.

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Y/N's POV

Y/N wrapped her cloak tighter around her as she descended the stairs to the dungeon. She should've layered up more before coming down here, she thought with a huff. One would think that with the combined magic of the headmaster and all the teachers, something could be done about these damned drafts in the hallways. But, no such luck. Maybe it was some sort of character building nonsense or some other similar bullshit. With a long sigh, she rounded the last set of stairs, trying to exhale all her frustration before her meeting with Professor Snape.

Of all days, Fred picked this one to be an absolute shit. He'd been waiting for her just outside the door of her Ancient Runes class. "Hey, love," he leaned down for a kiss. "I thought maybe we could take a walk before dinner. It's starting to snow."

Y/N smiled. "I'd love to," she replied. "But I've got my meeting with Snape in about fifteen minutes."

"Oh," Fred muttered, looking a away.

"I'll try to cut it short," she reached out, placing her hand on his arm. "I really would love to take a walk with you."

"I don't know why you're going at all," he spat.

The vehemence in his voice caused Y/N to step back. "We've talked about this before. I want to be a Potions Master and, like it or not, Snape is my mentor. Besides, even if I canceled, I still have to return his book."

"Oh yeah, his precious little book from his precious little collection," he mocked.

Y/N stared at him in shock. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's that my girlfriend is choosing to go play teacher's pet instead of spending the afternoon with me."

Her gaze hardened as any sympathy she had flew out the window. "Never mind," Y/N spat back. "Forget me trying to get out early. If you're going to insult me for actually taking school seriously and pursuing my passion then you can fuck right off!" And with that, she turned on her heel and stomped away.

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Fred's POV

Regret slammed into him as soon as she disappeared around the corner. This was not how things were supposed to go.

All he wanted was to spend some time with Y/N and forget about his shitty afternoon.

His day had started out great. But then, he and George got into an argument over the best way to tackle the problem they were having with their newest invention. They didn't argue often, and today's disagreement wasn't really that bad. They'd actually already worked things out. But it didn’t matter. Their arguments always left Fred feeling a little out of sorts and sad. It wasn't something he'd ever admitted to anyone, least of all himself.

Usually, to clear his head, he'd go for a walk. But now, with Y/N in his life, he sought her out instead, craving her gentle, calming presence. The world never felt more right than when she was by his side.

Except he'd fucked up. He'd forgotten she had her monthly meeting with Snape today, and it was the final blow. So, of course, he had to act like a selfish prick.

Godric, I'm such an fucking idiot.

Fred kicked at a loose stone on the floor, debating what to do next. His gut told him not to run after her, that'd only make things worse. She needed to cool down first. But afterward, that should be better. Shouldn't it? Of course, it would be better, he reasoned. Following the path Y/N had just taken, Fred decided he'd wait for her at the top of the stairs leading down to the dungeon, and when she got out, he'd apologize and make things right again.

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Snape's POV

Snape raised an eyebrow as he watched Y/N stomp into his office, slamming the door shut behind her and dropping her backpack on the floor with a loud thud.

"Something troubling you?" He asked with a bemused air.

"What?" Y/N looked surprised, as if she'd just realized he was sitting there. "No, no - I'm fine."

Snape eyed her a few seconds before speaking again. "Very well," he said and leaned forward to replace the book she'd borrowed with a new one. He was pretty certain she wasn't, as she put it, fine, and wondered if her foul mood had something to do with the Weasley boy. He decided to broach that very subject after their book discussion.

"Shall we begin?" He asked.

Y/N nodded and pulled out her list of questions.

Throughout their conversation, he watched Y/N carefully. Assessing her behavior. He noted that she'd kept her mind on track despite being obviously upset.

Excellent discipline, Snape thought. That should make the next discussion more productive.

"Before you go, Miss Y/L N, I would like to speak to you about your future as it pertains to your career path," he began.

Y/N stopped packing up her backpack and looked up at him. "Of course, professor." She sat back down, folding her hands neatly in her lap.

"You still wish to become a Potions Master, yes?" He asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Good," he stood and paced the room. "As you are well aware, Potions requires steadfast study and a disciplined mind. It is important to stay focused. Trivial social distractions can lower the quality of your work."

Y/N gave him a puzzled look. "Trivial social distractions? Forgive me, sir, if I've misunderstood. But it sounds like you're saying I should have no life outside of my potion studies."

"Far from it, Miss Y/L/N," Snape returned to his seat. "But you should be select with who you devote your free time to. Surround yourself with people of like mind who understand and support your endeavors rather than those who seek to pull you away from your objective."

Y/N remained silent for a few long moments. Snape could almost hear the gears turning in her head. "I - I understand, professor," she said finally.

"Very good," Snape replied. "Now, go and enjoy the rest of your day."

Y/N simply nodded and hurried out of his office.

Snape leaned back with a self-satisfied grin, convinced that his message had hit home.

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Y/N's POV

Y/N hurried out of Snape's office, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over. How could she have been so stupid? Letting herself get pulled in by a pretty face. The professor was right. She needed to surround herself with people who supported her. She thought Fred did, but she was wrong. He'd shown his true colors today.

Confused and still angry, Y/N failed to notice the figure leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs.

"Y/N!" A voice called after her.

"Fred?" She turned around, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to apologize," he began, but then saw her wet, red-rimmed eyes. "You're crying, love. What happened? Did Snape say something to upset you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. Was Fred really that dense? Or was he too junvenile to take responsibility for his own behavior?

"No, Fred. It wasn't Snape that upset me," she sneered. "But he did open my eyes."

"Opened your eyes," Fred's eyebrows scrunched together. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means I've been a fool, thinking you actually cared about me or anything that's important to me."

"What? How could you think that? I do care," Fred entreated. "That's why I'm here. Because I care so much."

"For now," Y/N scoffed. "But what happens the next time you want me to take a walk and I need to focus on my studies?"

She started to walk away, but he stepped in front of her. "Y/N, baby, please. Just listen," he begged. "I was upset and stupid, and it won't happen again."

"I know it won't." Y/N's gaze went as cold as ice. "Because we're done, Fred Weasley. This relationship is over."

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[iamnmbr3]

Goddddd! This bit. Snape picking this moment to be petty and vindictive probably contributes to Voldemort's return because it stops Dumbledore from getting to Crouch earlier.

Snape is doubtless upset and worried about the indications that Voldemort is coming back - especially the particularly worrying and upsetting fact that his Dark Mark is becoming more visible again. The emotional strain of this probably contributes to him being even more irritated by Harry than usual.

But the thing is for all that he dislikes Harry, Snape is certainly no friend of Voldemort to put it mildly. He's devoted his whole life to stopping him. And yet this moment where his emotions run away with him contributes to the very thing he most wants to avoid. I like the tragic nature of it. (Though it's debatable how big of an impact it had I supposed since Barty Crouch Jr. probably acted pretty fast once Harry left).

[chihoshisai]

A Desire to Live

Pairing : Snape x you / genre : angst, fluff, hurt-(no)comfort (depends on the chapter), (dark) comedy

summary : Everyone knows not to defy a Death Eater for murder is all that awaits them. You found yourself treating one in the intimacy of your home. Severus Snape, recently injured. Thankfully he let you live out of gratitude yet ironically, you couldn't help but to cling to someone who brought death and disaster on their path in order to ensure your survival.

A/N : This is only a part of chapter 1 which is around 3.1K words and I felt it was a bit too long to post on tumblr and didn't want to break it down into parts like my other fic. If this sneak peak interests you, you can continue reading here on ao3 !! There are a couple of chapters uploaded already. If you're waiting for a lonely flower amidst a garden update no you did not see this

word count : 1738

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You had just finished a good reading session. This is what you liked the most about living in the countryside, endless fields, nature and most importantly a well deserved suspension of the usual buzzing sound that came from cities and human interactions. Even if everything was far from you, the peace and quiet from your surroundings made up for it. As you held your book loosely by your side, you saw a figure covered in dark clothing limp in the distance, clutching their lower abdomen. You slowed down, now hesitantly putting one foot before the other. Thanks to Voldemort, the entire wizarding world lived in darkness, fear and chaos now overtaking every citizen. Being wary of anyone outside of family members and close friends was now the norm. The fact that you were adventuring outside was already dangerous. Except that you lived in such a recluse area that it never crossed your mind that danger would come, until you saw that black figure hobble in the direction opposite yours. 

The source of your worries collapsed on the ground. Rather than feeling relieved, you felt panic surge inside you. You rushed over the individual to see a puddle of  blood forming around the body. Long black hair, as dark as the robe he wore, the figure indicated that of a man. You kneeled before him, careful not to soil yourself in the pool of blood. 

“Are you alright?!” You raised your free hand towards him, as he groaned for an answer causing you to stop in your tracks. You could tell by the amount of blood spilling that it was only a matter of time before this man was at death’s door.

 “Damn it.” Forget about the dark times and being wary of strangers, there was a person about to die in front of you and if anything, enough of them had died already. With enough luck, this might just be an Auror and you could be rewarded handsomely if you saved his life. You carefully threw your book a few feets away from you, making a mental note to come back for it later whilst you grabbed the now unconscious man by the arms before disapparating so as to appear in front of your house. 

You struggled to open the door. In fact you struggled as you dragged him all the way to your room. Thankfully your little cottage only had one floor. With difficulty, you took off his robe and his shirt revealing the true nature of his wound and most importantly, the Death Eater mark on his arm. You backed away, an almost inaudible shriek escaping your lips. You stared at the man in pain with horror as you debated what the correct course of action was.   

“Lily…”  

The unexpected wailing brought you back to your senses. Having regained consciousness, you saw the eyes of the man fixated upon you, sweat dripping all over his face while his eyes reflected tenderness, seemingly at the thought of mistaking you for someone else. You remained motionless. Right, these people also have loved ones. And right now it seemed to you that your only chance of survival was to play it off as his while the misunderstanding lasted. 

“I’m glad you’re here.” He panted, and winced in pain, making you feel bad for him. Slightly. 

“I don’t think you should speak.” You could feel your palm getting sweaty by the second. Whatever happened to him, he probably deserved it being a Death Eater and all but still, seeing a man at death’s door in your room didn’t leave you indifferent. 

“I know. I simply wanted to tell you–” He coughed, spitting blood. You twitched at the sight of yet more gore sullying your neatly polished room. 

God no. It sounded like the last words of a man ready to die. “I told you not to speak. I won’t let you die.” You reluctantly said. Your mind had made a decision, but your body refused to cooperate. 

“I see. If it’s not too much trouble then, I’m in your care.” He gave you a smile that seemed to cost him all his energy, before he turned his gaze to the ceiling. 

You stood there for a while. It took a lot of willpower for your body to finally move. You knew you were heading to an early grave, yet you couldn’t find a way out of this. If you left him alone, his death would weigh on your mind for the rest of your life and if he lived well, at least you felt satisfied with the number  of books you had the chance to read.

As you exited the room, you wondered if his wand was in his robe you just took off or hidden somewhere in his pants. You shuddered at the thought. You fetched a bucket of water along with multiple towels, alcohol, bandages and painkillers. You steeled your nerves as you were about to reenter the room, ready to lay hands on one of the most wanted criminals. If anyone were to learn of your forthcoming actions, Azkaban would most likely be the outcome.  

You treated him with caution, thanks to your love for books, you had gathered knowledge on the matter. Yet, your hands remained uncertain and his simple movements were enough to make you whimper in fear. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to take notice of it.  

“Do you remember the day we first met?” 

Nope. 

You clutched the bandages tightly in your hands as you wrapped them around his wound, having helped him into a sitting position with much difficulty. “Yeah.” You made sure not to meet his gaze, and prayed he didn’t ask for the exact circumstances. Dammit, why couldn’t he just stay silent?

“I feel like I’m meeting you again for the first time. Weird isn’t it.” His voice sounded less painful thanks to your medical attention yet was still that of a wounded man. 

You gave a nervous laugh in response. What nonsense was this man saying? You wanted to run out of the room as quickly as possible. So you did.

“Alright, I’m done.” You helped him lay down before adding, “I’m gonna get these cleared out.” You grabbed the bucket and handful of other things you brought along with you. Walked to the door with such speed while saying just as quickly, “do call me if you need anything.” You shutted the door behind you knowing damn well he couldn’t properly call for you in the position he was in. 

“I’m doomed.” The thought of death didn’t scare you, hence why you merely sighed as you made your way to the bathroom, before taking in the full impact of the blood trail this individual had left on your floor whilst you dragged him around. Suddenly death by the hands of a Death Eater seemed like the least of your concern as you quickly grabbed all you needed to disinfect your cottage.      

Evening’s colors started creeping from the windows, soon announcing the dread and fear that nighttime now brought for everyone. This made you remember that one of those instigators of nightmares was now residing in your chamber. You grabbed a couple bandages on the way, thinking his might need a change. As you opened the door to your room, you found him in a sitting position. This will make things easier, you thought. Except that you noticed the gentle gaze he had before was now replaced by a dangerous glare. 

You stood in the doorframe. “Your bandages need to be changed.” You mechanically said. 

“Right.” He said in a manner just audible enough. “Do come over then.”

You carefully walked, taking notice of the wand that rested in his right hand, ready to attack at any given moment. You also noticed that his robe weren’t how you previously left them. So his wand was in his robe all this time. Nonetheless, you cursed yourself for not taking it back with you earlier. You consoled yourself by thinking that anyone gutsy enough who isn’t an Auror trying to defy a Death Eater is delusional. Better listen and execute their request than risk dying. 

You took care of him with steady hands, now more careful than ever not to hurt him. He remained silent, simply doing motions with his thumb on his wand, as a reminder. 

That you were at his mercy.

That you could die at any moment. 

“You’re a bad person aren’t you?” A stupid question to ask really, but the silence was making you suffocate. 

“It depends.” He said.

“On what?” Now you were starting to play with fire and you knew it.

“On you.” He gave you a glance and you instantly understood what he meant. He would let you go if you didn’t cross any line. What a relief. 

“Oh. But do tell me your name then.” You ignored the warning look he gave you. “I’m not going to sell you out or something. If I wanted to do so I would've done it by now rather than save you. I’d just like to know the name of the Death Eater I had the fortune to save.” You introduced yourself first, thinking it would make him more eager to tell his name. 

Yet, he remained silent as you finished treating his wound. He put his clothes back on with difficulty, refusing your help as you stepped away from him. You felt a sense of relief seeing that he was finally about to leave. He crossed the room to reach for the door. “You will speak of this to no one. Understand?” 

You nodded in approval. 

He gave you a last glance, just as he was about to close the door behind him. “The name’s Severus Snape.”  

Your knees gave up and you stumbled on the floor. Severus Snape huh? You certainly would remember him for the rest of your life. You felt your heart pumping in your head, despite the reassurance that your life was now free of danger, while also taking deep breaths so as to calm yourself. You distracted yourself by an intense cleanout of your room, refusing to sleep in the eventuality that he might come back to claim your life. This was the biggest incident to ever happen in your existence after the death of your parents, as you hoped it would be the last anomaly in your little country girl life. 

[snowblossomreads]

The Rabbit in the Moon

Summary: In where Celestine invites Severus to moon gaze with her during the Mid-Autumn festival and tells him the story of the rabbit in the moon.

Pairing: Severus Snape x Celestine Faye (OC)

Tag(s)/Warnings: A very bad mistelling of the mid autumn story and fluff

Word Count: 4.2K

A/N: Hello lovelies! I'm here with a very self-indulgent story! It's the Mid-Autumn Festival/ Moon Festival for a lot of folks today and I wanted to share a cute little story about it. And well because my OC is half Chinese I was like perfect ^^. So to all who celebrate Happy Mid-Autumn! 🥮🌕🏮 祝大家中秋節快樂!

There had been a bout of nervousness in Celestine's stomach when she had asked Severus if he would be interested in moon gazing with her atop the astronomy tower on the night of the full moon.

She had constantly gone back and forth in her mind about whether it was too early in their relationship to do something as intimate as moon gazing together during the mid-autumn festival. She knew it was an absolutely silly excuse as it was an activity intended for families and lovers alike yet it was still so new to her.

Being in a relationship and celebrating such a holiday with him had her so skittish that she had almost not asked and sentenced herself to spend it alone for the third time in three years since the school year was always going on during the holiday.

But now here she was, standing in the astronomy classroom with little red lanterns floating around the picnic blanket that was spread on the floor. The blanket was adorned with a bowl filled with slices of fruits, a bottle of wine, and her personal favorite, the mooncakes that her mother had sent her as she did every year since Celestine wouldn't be able to join them at home.

Everything was in place the only missing piece was-

"Celestine?"

Ah, there he was.

The velvet baritone of Severus' voice filled her ears pleasantly as she turned around to see him striding in, robes billowing behind him as usual as he made his way towards her. She couldn't help the smile that appeared on her lips even as nervousness seemed to want to eat at her insides.

If he didn't want to join her, he would have told her, she thought to herself as Severus was never one to suffer company or activities that he didn't want to, especially if it was during his free time. Which seemed to be very little these days as she had noted.

"Severus!" She called more enthusiastically than intended yet she couldn't help it as they finally stood in front of one another. A growing smile on her lips as she looked up at him, the nerves in her belly vanishing once he was near. "I'm glad you made it. I was worried that some of your snakes were misbehaving before bedtime."

That seemed to amuse him as a smirk, illuminated by the glowing lanterns around them, appeared on his features.

"Oh no not my snakes, they have always been excellent at following instructions. However, it seems that some of your Ravenclaws think that when it comes to curfew that a debate and study club excludes them from it."

"You're joking I have it on good authority and first-hand knowledge that the Ravenclaw library has many extensive works for studying and is the most comfortable place to do so."

"Hmph, then I suggest you look at the hourglass tomorrow in case you need any proof."

"You didn't." Her eyes narrowed at him, yet a flicker of humor reflected in her brown orbs.

"Ten each." He replied coolly as Celestine's serious demeanor dropped and she couldn't help the laugh that escaped from her lips.

"Severus!" His name came out airy as she giggled at the expense of the students.

She shouldn't be laughing that her former house was losing points yet she couldn't help find it amusing that the loss was because of an overzealous nature to study.

What could she say? Ravenclaws were Ravenclaws and a few house points meant nothing when it came to searching for answers to the mysteries of the wizarding world and the universe alike.

Her amusement had Severus also chuckling to himself, pleased at the happiness he could feel warmly radiating off of her even as they stood in the partly open classroom that allowed the cool air of the Highlands to wrap around them. Which speaking of...

"I apologize for being late. The Headmaster wanted to see me about something urgent. Though," his face twisted a bit as he continued, his tone becoming more irritated as he spoke, "when I went to see him he had me wait on him saying something about finishing something for Lupin."

Celestine didn't miss the way Severus spat the other man's name out nor the way his eyes narrowed a bit when saying it. A hint of anger flicked through his dark eyes as his nostrils flared subtly.

Ever since he had told her about his dislike for Lupin, which for Severus meant a strong loathing for, she couldn't help to think that there was more behind his distrust and animosity towards the new professor. Yes, she understood why he wasn't warm and friendly to him, because that would just be out of character, and considering Remus' past of being a bystander when his friends would bully Severus it was more than understandable.

But there had to be more. And it always showed in their interactions with each other which usually included underhanded remarks tossed at one another. Honestly, it was maddening on both sides.

"Oh Severus," Celestine sighed, her shoulders slumping and her hand going to his touch arm, absentmindedly stroking it while looking up at him, a hint of concern written on her expression. "Your dislike for Lupin is showing again. Are you sure you don't want to tell me why you really don't like him? You know I don't like to pry but," she worried at her bottom lip as she saw something flicker in his eyes before he averted his gaze from her. A sign that he didn't want to talk about it. "You seem so put off by him and I'm beginning to believe it's more than just a schoolboy grudge."

Even though she knew it would get them nowhere, she still had to ask as the queasiness in her stomach was telling her something else had happened.

For a moment they stood in silence, the noises coming from the forest and the sporadic sounds of leaves rustling in the distance filling the space between them.

It was neither the time nor place to regale her about the tales of his school days and the absolute disillusionment it had brought to him at such a young age. While he had glossed over it before there was something in him that refused to let her know everything. The fear of rejection or pity was enough to stop him in his tracks even though he knew she would never.

Not with how her eyes looked up at him with a warm gaze that made his heart ache even if he didn't want to say it.

Shaking his head 'no' he heard the disappointed noise that seemed to slip from her lips only for her to cut it short.

One day.

"Maybe another day I don't wish to spoil this," he motioned to the setup on the ground waiting for them, "with recounts of my school days and schoolboy grudges as you so eloquently put it."

"If you say so but you're going to have to out with it one of these days," Celestine replied, feeling it better to drop the topic seeing how uncomfortable it was for him.

She would not force him to talk about it especially not when he seemed bothered by it but hopefully one day.

Shaking the thought off, her hand slid down from his upper arm to his hand, her fingers intertwining with his as she led them to sit down on the blanket spread out. If she had noticed the way he flinched at the brush of her fingers, she said nothing, only smiling at him and squeezing his hand as if trying to comfort him.

"So do enlighten me how exactly have you been getting away with sneaking into the Astronomy classroom all this time?" Severus questioned as he sat next to Celestine.

His eyes scanned the spread of food on the blanket taking interest in the small, round cakes that were centered in front of them.

"Sneaking?" She snorted, going to pick up a wine glass before handing it to Severus who took it with a soft 'thank you'. "Oh, no Aurora would knock me over the railings if she found out I was here commandeering her classroom in the middle of the night for a...." Stopping for a moment she looked at Severus who raised his eyebrow at her expectantly. "A date?" She continued slowly, watching for any change of expression from Severus who just shrugged lightly and nodded. 

That made her heart leap a little.

"No, I asked her of course. I've been doing this since three years ago. She's aware of all the solar holidays being our resident Astronomy professor and was happy to let me spend some time looking at the moon from here. It's quite a spectacular view isn't it?" She finished nodding her head towards the sky.

Spectacular it was. While Severus wasn't one for such activities as moon gazing, he had to appreciate how much brighter and larger it seemed to look tonight. Or maybe it was because he never took time to look up at it and that's why he never noticed how bright it could be. Paired with the stars surrounding it and the lack of external light sources to pollute its shine it was an absolutely stunning sight.

'Clink'

A sharp sound of glass tapping on glass pulled him out of his thoughts as he watched Celestine pour herself a glass of white wine before holding the bottle out to him.

"Wine? It's a bit on the sweet side but it pairs well with fruit and the cakes," she said as Severus lifted his glass and let her pour some of the liquid into it.

"Ah so they are cakes. I was wondering what exactly they were," Severus said before taking a sip of the wine she had offered. "They remind me of the pork pies that are in the Great Hall sometimes."

Her face twisted at his words, and he felt a prickle of amusement at the way she looked at him with narrowed eyes. It was all in good nature but he could tell she wasn't too pleased with that comparison.

"Well good news, they are nothing like those pies, even if I find them delightful. They're called mooncakes because well, they are round just like the moon."

"And I assume there is some sort of legend that is fueling not only the cakes but our... evening engagement?"

"Well I'm happy you asked Severus," Celestine grinned, picking up a sliced piece of pear and popping it into her mouth enjoying the crunch and sweet juices that filled her taste buds. "Have some fruit because I'm about to regale you with a mystical legend about the rabbit in the moon."

"Rabbit… in the moon?" Severus repeated quietly to himself as Celestine stood up, wand in her hand as she began to tell him the tale of how there once was a witch named Cháng'é who loved a muggle archer named Hòu Yì.

With each swish of her wand, silvery outlines of characters who represented the two came alive and began to put a show on for the two.

She spoke enthusiastically about how in ancient times there were nine dragons each of them warming the sun and then resting for eight days until it was their turn to heat the sun again.

However, one day all nine of the dragons had awakened, and they all attempted to warm the sun at the same time causing great destruction to the world below.

Somehow no wizard or witch could do anything yet Hòu Yì a no-Maj hatched a plan.

"Sorry muggle," Celestine corrected herself as she saw Severus raise an eyebrow at the term for the non-magic humans.

Severus hummed in understanding, watching her with interest as she continued her storytelling.

Waving her wand and showing nine dragons circling the sun and the humans below withering she kept retelling the legend.

"Hòu Yì with the help of Cháng'é who was a brilliant potion's mistress," she stopped again and gave Severus a playful wink at that line causing him to scoff though she could see the amusement in his eyes. "Was able to tinge nine arrowheads with a sleeping potion. Each of them with a different dose so that the dragons' sleep cycle would return to what they had been."

"And am I correct in assuming that because us magical beings think so lowly of our non-magical counterparts that this worked because the dragons weren't assuming a muggle would be the one to challenge them?"

"Oh someone's been studying up on their history," Celestine approved, nodding her head at his statement. "They weren't expecting a muggle to be the one to put them back in their place so one by one the dragons fell back asleep as the arrows pierced them returning the cycle back to what it had been. The sun still shinned but it no longer baked the Earth as it had been doing so when all nine were heating it up."

Nodding along to the story, Severus watched as she flicked her wand showing the dragons falling asleep except one. This dragon continued to light the sun until it fell under the effects of the tinged arrowhead and the next dragon woke up to take its place.

As she continued, she spoke of how Hòu Yì was praised for his archery and for saving the world with the help of Cháng'é and as a reward, an elixir of life was to be given to them.

Once this elixir was drunk on the full moon, they would become immortal and be able to live forever with each other.

"However!" Celestine exclaimed, causing Severus to twitch a little as he was about to reach for a piece of fruit. 

He had to admit it was entertaining listening to her tell this story even though it was quite.. well it wasn't very much his cup of tea but it was endearing to see how into it she was.

"Hòu Yì had to go on a hunt the day before the full moon so they wouldn't be able to drink it together and wanting to do so they promised to wait until the next full moon. But alas tragedy always strikes in these cases."

She spoke on how one of Hòu Yì's apprentice who was a wizard in disguised as a muggle broke into their home when Cháng'é was alone and he went in search of the elixir. A duel broke out as he tried to steal it, and not thinking rationally about it and not wanting the man to have it either seeing he was up to no good, Cháng'é drank the elixir.

"And then she floated up to the heavens and decided to live on the moon so that she could be close to Hòu Yì. Once he found out what happened he was grief stricken that his beloved could no longer be close to him."

Taking her wand and flicking it one last time, the silver outline of a man kneeling outside gazing at the moon with tears in his eyes was shown with what looked like offerings set out in front of him.

Sitting down next to Severus, Celestine finished the tale.

"And so from that time on at every full moon Hòu Yì would present Cháng'é her favorite foods which include these cakes," she went on reaching to hand Severus a quarter of the pastry that she had cut beforehand, "to show that he still loved her and missed her very much."

Inspecting the pastry he noticed how dense it was with a filling that looked unfamiliar to him though the sweet scent that wafted off of it was pleasant. He also noted something yellow in the middle and as he took a closer look at it he realized what it was.

"An egg yolk?" He asked as Celestine picked her own piece up about to bite into it and pausing at his curiosity.

"Yes, it’s supposed to represent the fullness of the moon, and togetherness though," leaning in as if to tell him a secret, a giggle flitted past her lips as he lent her his ear, "it's a bit dry sometimes. Though I'm assuming so is the moon, not my favorite part honestly."

"Ah very on theme I see."

"Right! But have a try, it's filled with lotus paste, I have another that has dirigible plum filling in it too. Apparently, it's a new thing but the regular flavors are a classic you can't beat."

"Sans the egg?" Severus questioned.

"Sans the egg," Celestine responded with a nod before taking a bite out of her pastry, a joyful noise leaving her lips as she chewed.

Eyeing the cake warily, Severus took a sniff of it noting the sweet earthy smell it had. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and he was unsure how he would like it as he wasn't one to go off and try new things on a whim.

However, looking over he watched Celestine eating with a bright smile on her lips as she gazed at the moon. Her body swayed side to side as if there was internal music going on inside of her as she enjoyed her snack.

She had been kind enough to share this with him a part of herself and even if he was unsure; he was sure that it would hurt her feelings if he didn't even try. And hurting her feelings regardless, but especially by refusing to do something so simple was something he never wanted to do if he could help it.

So with a bit of anxiousness bubbling in his stomach, one that he had not felt since they started seeing one another, he took a bite of the pastry. Or more of a nibble not wanting to spit anything out in case he truly didn't like it.

Pleasantly surprised at the mild sweetness and creaminess of the filling and how well the pastry part of the cake worked with it, he let out a hum of intrigue. He begrudgingly also had to admit that even the bit of egg yolk he had eaten paired well with it, helping mellow out the flavors.

Chewing slowly and swallowing he looked at the pastry again, trying to form thoughts about it before taking another bite. This time bigger than the nibble he had.

"How is it?" Celestine asked, taking a sip of her drink to wash the pastry down before plucking a piece of fruit out of the bowl. "I know it's different from any of the desserts Hogwarts offers but not bad right?"

No, not bad at all. A bit dense for his liking but...

"It's good. Not something I could eat every day," he replied quietly looking at Celestine who seemed to brighten up even more at his approval. 

It made something in him stir again as he looked away feeling his cheeks heat up at how sweetly she looked at him. 

"But I can see the appeal of it especially if someone preferred their desserts on the sweeter side."

It made something in him stir again as he looked away feeling his cheeks heat up at how sweetly she looked at him, "but I can see the appeal of it especially if someone preferred their desserts on the sweeter side."

This seemed to please her greatly as a content noise left her throat before they went back to eating in comfortable silence. Even in the dim lighting of the evening, he could see her cheeks taking on a pink hue on her tanned skin and it was not from the cool air of the Highlands.

"What about the rabbit?"

His question came after a while of them just watching the stars and Celestine pointing out some constellations while Severus spoke about particular potion ingredients that grew best at night. She also taught him how to say 'happy mid-autumn festival' in Mandarin which was an interesting experience.

'Zhōngqiū jié kuàilè,' he repeated slowly after her for the second time as he tried to reproduce the tones that she had made. She had joked that it was important lest he accidentally curse her family and once he did she was over the moon. 

'Yes! Oh yay Severus perfect now you're only a few thousand words away from becoming fluent!'

"Oh right, I knew I was forgetting a part of the story!" Celestine chirped, turning toward Severus, a thoughtful look on her features as she spoke. "I left out that Cháng'é was also an animagus so from time to time she'll change her form, especially during the crescent moons. And apparently, there was another rabbit on the moon when she went and they befriended one another. Though this one was just a ‘rabbit rabbit’, but it could talk too."

“Yes, just an ordinary talking rabbit, who resides on the moon, with a witch who can also turn into a rabbit."

"Hey, I didn't say the stories were based on any facts, just something my mom and grandparents taught when I was little! I think it's quite the tale don't you?"

Quirking an eyebrow, Severus couldn't hide the smirk on his lips as he watched the excitement that was bright in her eyes. "Quite a tale indeed," he acknowledged, nodding his head as Celestine scooted close to him so that she could lay her head on his shoulder.

Still not used to being shown this kind of affection he flinched a little yet made no moves to push her away. Doing a bit of the opposite really and leaning close to her to let her know he was okay with this.

"So what do you think?"

"Think?"

"Mhmm," she hummed, hand going to motion at the setup on the blanket and then the moon before looking up at him from her position. "Of all this the story and the food and the festival what do you think?"

Never being the one to blurt out anything without considering things through lest he make a fool of himself, Severus let the silence grow between them before he spoke.

"It's quite…peculiar," he answered slowly gauging Celestine's reaction and wanting to make sure he stated what he thought in the less than curt way he was known for. This all was an interesting thing, and he enjoyed it, especially with her even if the legend was a bit…fantastical. 

"But… it's also lovely Celestine, I don't quite understand the story behind it but it was an amusing tale, to say the least. Thank you for sharing it- this with me."

The approval seemed to stir something within Celestine whose gaze softened a bit as Severus met her eyes. Her heart, which had been feeling tight during the whole thing because of her anxiety about everything, suddenly felt light and relaxed at his confession. Severus' dark orbs swarmed with some unnamed emotion as he watched her visibly relax. In turn, he felt all the tension that had been with him the entire time drain out as well.

"I'm glad you liked it Severus," she breathed, scooting herself even closer to him and leaning her head up a bout of confidence surging in her. "I would like to do this again sometime. Even if it isn't for a holiday... if that's okay with you?"

He couldn't take his eyes off her as she spoke. The way she bit her lip a little at the end of her question while looking up at him with those expectant brown eyes that reflected the surrounding lanterns. He couldn't have said no even if he wanted to as he leaned down subconsciously so that their foreheads touched and the tip of his nose was brushing against hers along with a few strands of his hair.

"Of course, you only need to ask me, love." He whispered lowly nuzzling her nose with his own, a tiny mewl leaving her lips as he did so.

Whether it was the affection she felt from his gesture, or the inherent romantic feeling of the atmosphere it was impossible for Celestine to not lean up just a little more just enough that their lips brushed against one another.

A sharp intake of breath passed through Severus' lips before he was closing the distance between them. His arm wrapping around Celestine's waist and cloaking her with his robes as he pressed a tender yet passionate kiss against her lips.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her fingertips flew up and grasped at his arm. Stroking it and holding on to him for balance as their lips met each other over and over. It warmed them both as they clung to one another tasting the sweetness they both had to offer as the moon watched over them. The gentle glow of its light washing over them and illuminating their night.

Nearly a week after their rendezvous atop the astronomy tower, Celestine found a letter on top of her desk in her office that was sealed with a familiar emerald wax seal. Surprised and intrigued, she opened it and read the contents, and with each word, she could feel her heart race and her eyes well up.

On the moon a being sleeps

Her beauty one none can compete

Bright and tender does it glow

Yet its beauty cannot juxtapose

With the divine beauty and love that you hold

Which ensnares and entrances one soul

Stronger than any potion could hope

-SS

[sideprince]

Snape asks #16-18, if you're still doing them? Super excited to see your answer to #16, especially after your Eileen deep-dive.

Relieved to see I'm not the only one who has already forgotten I've reblogged this set of Snape asks before 😂.

16 and 18 are answered here (from the the first time you asked lolllll). My answers haven't changed or expanded much, but someone asked me once what I thought about Snape's family life and upbringing. It seems that subject might be a special interest now I think of it. . . but there's so little to go on!

And I do still feel strongly about what I said in the answer to 18, that a lot of the Snapedom seems to have taken the issue of his triggered, feral side not being adequately portrayed in the films to a bit of an extreme by saying he's a feral little man, when I think there's much more to him than that. As your own breakdown of his speech patterns showed, he's an excessively controlled man who has specific moments when he loses that control and becomes feral. I get why people identify with that and want to emphasize that aspect of him, but I am, unfortunately, a hopeless pedant and obsessed with character development and Snape's character is extremely well developed and rounded. Painting him as one dimensional doesn't do him justice. And hey, everyone should be able to enjoy characters however they choose because that's what fandom is about! I'm by no means unquestionably correct in my views, but I sure do love to argue them lol. The thing that I feel strongly about is when I feel like people make definitive statements about a subjective thing like a character, and do so in ways that leave less room for exploring that character and meta around them, instead of creating more.

17. What rubs you the wrong way about how he’s portrayed in fanon/fan fiction?

I don't really read fan fiction so I can't speak about that much, only about what I see on Tumblr. I don't think a lot of things rub me the wrong way, really, not even what I said above: he's a complex, rounded character and sure, it irks me when people focus on only particular aspects of him. But I also don't feel all that strongly about it. I'll talk about it in an ask like this, but I won't go out of my way to comment on anyone's post about how wrong they are or anything (though I might challenge their post for the fun of debating and delving into meta), because there is no right or wrong. The whole point of fandom is that everyone makes it what they want it to be. If someone sees Snape as a feral little man and that makes them happy or gives them catharsis etc. then for them he's a feral little man! If someone else sees him as a controlled genius and that's what gets them up in the morning, then for them he's a controlled genius! Good times all around.

Here's what it's about for me: I think it's interesting debating why he might be a feral little man or not, or a controlled genius, or whatever else, and poring over the text to find reasoning for why. But I don't have any real stake in this game aside from a love of literary analysis and character study. So it's not even that there are any portrayals of Snape that rub me the wrong way; there are portrayals that I might feel make no sense because my reading of the text is different. But I usually shrug and keep scrolling when I come across them on my dash. The same way that someone enjoys delving into why Snape is a feral little man, I enjoy delving into meta in general.

Fandom is about infinite readings of characters and stories and exploring their possibilities! That's the whole fun of it! I don't think there's room for hate in it, even though some people sure try hard to carve some out. Some people project onto characters, others just find joy or love in them, and it's all great! I don't have anything deeper to say. Snape is a fictional character - he's not real, go nuts! Who am I to be rubbed the wrong way by what someone else's vision of him is?

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The Golden Couple: part 3

Summary: "We are in love." Wait, what? Does that sound like something Lily Evans would say at the beginning of Sixth Year?

Part 1 was written for @jilymicrofics with the prompts: Rumour and New.

Part 3 on Ao3, read from the beginning

James was trying to flatten his hair, his gaze stubbornly focused on his reflection.

“You are fighting a losing battle, dear.”

He sighed, lowering his hands, inwardly agreeing with the singsong voice coming from the mirror. He’d never cared much for how untidy his hair were, he’d even liked it, but since Lily Evans had told him he reminded her of a Murtlap he couldn’t unsee it.

He shouldn’t care about her opinion of him. Yes, not so long ago he’d thought he fancied her and yes, he still found her fit and brilliant, but that was just an objective observation, it didn’t mean anything. The dressing down he’d received last term still stung and he wasn’t so daft as to pursue someone who thought he was a conceited bully. Well, not seriously at least. He enjoyed provoking her, the feel of her bright eyes on him a secret thrill he couldn’t resist, but he’d thought they would be back to normal by now. Snape was studiously avoiding her, but for some reason she still acted like she was his girlfriend, or some bizarre version of it, because he was pretty sure girlfriends didn’t usually drop volatile ingredients in their boyfriends’ cauldron. They’d had to start on their Amortentia for the fourth time that week and even Slughorn was starting to have doubts on their partnership.

But tomorrow he would be back home for the Christmas hols. No beautiful scheming redheads, just him, his parents and Sirius. This last thought improved his mood greatly and he went downstairs to join the end of the term party.

He was so engrossed in the debate about the latest match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw that he didn’t notice someone was behind him and, when he turned abruptly, he bumped into them. He reached out to steady them on reflex, only to snatch his hands back when he realized he was holding none other than Evans. He gave her a quick apology, but before he could make his escape Sirius threw an arm around his shoulders and stopped him, a shit eating grin on his face. “Not so fast, Prongs.” He pointed at something above Lily’s head and James’ eyes widened as he spotted it too. Mistletoe.

He opened his mouth, his brain frantically searching for an excuse, thinking that he preferred to keep all his limbs rather than attempt to kiss her when he noticed the way she was looking at him, both fierce and stubborn. “Evans?”

She didn’t answer, but reached for his face, her hands slightly clammy, and he let her drag him towards her, her eyes trapping him. He was drowning in a sea of green and his eyes closed as she pressed her lips to his. It wasn’t the soft first kiss he’d once dreamt of sharing with her, but as he savoured the softness of her lips he felt silly for his little fantasy because nothing he’d imagined could live up to the real thing.

His hand reached for her waist, finally getting over his shock, but Lily stepped back, a blush on her freckled cheeks the only sign she wasn’t completely unaffected by what had just happened between them. The crowd was whistling and cheering around them, but James only had eyes for her, reality hitting him with the force of a bludger. Lily was rolling her eyes at her friends, but when she turned back towards him and raised her eyebrows he still had no words and could only stare, his stomach sinking: he was in love with Lily Evans.

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Please what’s Favorite (good) things about Remus lupin?

‘I neither like nor dislike Severus,’ said Lupin. ‘No, Harry, I am speaking the truth,’ he added, as Harry pulled a sceptical expression. ‘We shall never be bosom friends, perhaps; after all that happened between James and Sirius and Severus, there is too much bitterness there. But I do not forget that during the year I taught at Hogwarts, Severus made the Wolfsbane Potion for me every month, made it perfectly, so that I did not have to suffer as I usually do at the full moon.’ ‘But he “accidentally” let it slip that you’re a werewolf, so you had to leave!’ said Harry angrily. Lupin shrugged. ‘The news would have leaked out anyway. We both know he wanted my job, but he could have wreaked much worse damage on me by tampering with the Potion. He kept me healthy. I must be grateful.’ ‘Maybe he didn’t dare mess with the Potion with Dumbledore watching him!’ said Harry. ‘You are determined to hate him, Harry,’ said Lupin with a faint smile. ‘And I understand; with James as your father, with Sirius as your godfather, you have inherited an old prejudice. By all means tell Dumbledore what you have told Arthur and me, but do not expect him to share your view of the matter; do not even expect him to be surprised by what you tell him. It might have been on Dumbledore’s orders that Severus questioned Draco.’

This while scene is lovely for everybody in it. I enjoy all of the Lupin stuff (Lupin burst out laughing. ‘Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my “furry little problem” in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.’ He accepted a glass of egg-nog from Mr Weasley was a very close second) but I've chosen this part because I appreciate how measured he is about Snape. We haven't heard any adult defend Snape this way- Dumbledore is always vague in his explanations (of course later we find out why), and it's important that this is Lupin, who Harry trusts and who he'd asume would be on the same side as James and Sirius. Why is why it's also good that Lupin acknowledges this, but adds that he is different, he doesn't agree with them, and has moved on. That's also a very important thing to consider when you look back on Lupin and Sirius in OotP.

I also think this is a clever look into his character- everything comes down to keeping him being a werewolf and trying to keep himself and others safe. Here, it's implied that the fact that Snape did this is more important to Lupin than the fact that Snape outed him. It's up for debate how right he is about this and if, like Harry claims, he should maintain a frustration at Snape. I think it's a very interesting character moment which tells us a lot about him and his view of his illness.

Lupin shrugged. ‘The news would have leaked out anyway," is something which wasn't addressed in PoA. I wonder if he felt the same then, or if he only reached this conclusion later (the one-year DADA curse is rarely mentioned in-universe, but surely he must have known it would only be for a year, so that's potentially what Lupin's implying here).

Thank you for this ask. Happy to hear anybody else's thoughts :)