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Broken but not Shattered Ch.13

Looking all around the unfamiliar place you held your bag to you as you walked through the station. Just where the hell were they? Growling when you got to the entrance and found no one there you sighed. So much for meeting you here.

"Can I help you there miss, you've walked through here several times now."

Glancing to the station workers when he spoke to you, you stiffened. You couldn't exactly tell the no-maj that you were supposed to meet your parents here instead of taking a portkey or Floo back to your home in America . Nor how you had no way of contacting them or vise versa because witches and wizards didn't use phones. When he walked closer to you with his brows raised you swallowed hard.

"Are you lost? I can call the police and they can help you get sorted out."

No not the police. Then you really would be in a mess. Quick think of something. "Spinner's End. I need to get to Spinner's End."

Coming to a stop in front of the young woman he rose his brows. "You want to go to Spinner's End?"

He sounded skeptical. "Yes. M..my friend lives there."

"Ugh-huh." Looking over the girl he let out a sigh. "Spinner's End is in Cokeworth, there is a bus that will take you there and from the stop you will want to go the whole way down, last street before the river."

Grinning you nodded. "Thank you sir. And ugh... when does the next bus leave."

Sighing and adjusting his footing he looked to his pocket watch. "The next one will go out in a little over an hour."

"Alright then. Thank you again." Quickly walking away from the man you moved out front to sit on the bench. Looking over the city you sighed. It was a nice looking city, maybe one day you and Severus could walk around and he could show you some of the places. Feeling eyes on you you cast a sideways glance to the right and saw a few sketchy men looking your way. Clearing your throat you crossed your legs and reached into your bag to pull out your book. Might as well read until the bus gets here.

You weren't expecting the bus ride to take so long and when you stepped off along with only one other person you had to stretch your back from where you had been sitting so long. It was nearly dark now and you bit your lip as you looked around the strange place lined with brick homes that were pretty much all alike. Lily lived somewhere here, you recalled her saying she lived in Cokeworth. You would think about finding her home but well she hadn't really went out of her way to talk to you all school year. The one time she had been paired with you in divinations she had quickly shut you down when you tried to talk to her about Severus. No it was best to find your alpha, you only hoped he was home.

Walking down the streets you watched as the lights came on as the sun started going down. Reading over all the street signs you kept your eye out for Spinner's End. Making your way down to the river which you saw was extremely polluted, you looked down the road and saw the streets lamps there flickering, only a few working at all. Turning to the sign you walked over and sure enough that was it. Making your way down the road that had many potholes and dying grass growing up in between cracks you licked your lips. You didn't exactly know how you would find Severus's home, you didn't know the number but you did have one trick up your sleeve. Focusing on that pulling feeling in your heart you walked along the run down houses. Glancing from one to the other you startled when a hackling cough sounded from your left. Ignoring the woman who eyed you like you were trespassing you took a deep breath. About midway down you felt that pull leading you a different way and blinked. Turning to the left you saw the same house as the others, this one having a trash can out front with the lid partially on. Titling your head a little you swallowed hard before making your way to the front door. Making sure your hair and clothes were in order you took a deep breath as you raised your hand and lightly knocked three times on the door.

There was no answer or sound from the other side, the whole street deathly quiet. Looking down you felt your hopes dwindle and let out a sigh as you moved to step off the platform but before you could take that step the door was opening. Turning around you straightened up when you saw a woman standing there. She was a medium height woman with a thin build and long face. Her hair was inky black and instantly you knew where Severus got it from. Her brown eyes looked very solemn down at you but still you smiled nonetheless.

"Can I help you?"

"Hello ma'am my name is Y/n L/n. I.. well I was wondering if I could see Severus."

"You go to school with Severus."

"Yes ma'am." Watching the woman nod her head before she turned to look back inside the home you felt your nerves eating at you. Feeling the start of rain you glanced up to the dark sky.

Looking back to the female she sighed when she saw it was raining. "Come inside."

Seeing the woman open the door for you to step in you thanked her and saw her nod again but not say a word. As she called out for Severus you looked around the home. It was small, like really small. The floors were wooden and the walls mostly bare except for the bookcase that held so many books it looked like the old shelves would crumble. As far as furniture went there was an old couch that looked higher on one side than the other, an armchair that had seen better days and a small end table with a full ashtray on it and a lamp. The doorway that was open led to what you guessed was the kitchen by the small amount you could see through the crack. The home was very dreary looking and smelled old, damp. When the creaking of old floorboards caught your ears you looked to the small staircase to see familiar long legs making their way down. he obviously wasn't expecting to see you as his eyes went a bit wide and his lips parted. "Hi." you greeted with a smile and wave. "Long time no see."

"Yo... you are here." quickly making his way down the stairs he came to stand in front of his omega. "Why are you here?" he questioned, still trying to process her being in his home.

"Long story, not too sure myself actually." you shrugged. "I did get to take my first bus ride though... not something I care to do again."

Blinking he glanced to his mother who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen looking to them. Clearing his throat he took Y/n's hand in his and turned to his mother, pulling his female into his side and placing his hand on her lower back. Looking down to his love and then up to his mother he took a deep breath. "Mother this is Y/n... my mate."

You saw the woman's eyes go wide for a second before the returned to their normal look, he had not mentioned you before. While it did make you feel a little hurt you quickly shrugged it off, knowing Severus was a private person. When she turned her eyes from her son to you, you smiled again.

"Y/n, this is my mother Elieen." Watching her walk closer to them he kept he stood tall and watched silently as his mother looked his female over before the smallest of grins came to her face, something he had not seen in many years.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Y/n. You are American?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You look familiar"

"Well my mom said that you and her went to school together, Leatha l/n or well Macmillan back then."

Humming she nodded. "Yes that is what it is. Your father is American then?"

"Yes ma'am, she moved to Montana with him when they were married."

"I have not seen her since we graduated."

"Yea she doesn't really come back here that often. She did say that she would like to have dinner together one day."

Nodding she looked to the female "Perhaps." Glancing to the clock and then to her son she blinked, "Your father will be home soon. Today is Saturday."

Watching the woman walk back into the kitchen after that you furrowed your brows some before looking up to Severus, noticing his lips were set in a straight line. "Sev?"

Taking a deep breath he dropped his eyes to her blue ones and blinked. Seeing confusion in her eyes he lifted the corner of his lip to give her a small grin before pulling her to the couch. Moving her to sit on the side that was in the best shape he took her bag from her and sent it to his room.

"Show off." you said wanting to make him smile just a bit.

Chuckling lightly he looked around the room before rubbing the back of his head, "Um would you like some tea?" he asked. He had never had anyone over to his home, in fact he wasn't sure this place had ever welcomed a guest. When she smiled softly at him he nodded. "I will be right back just stay here alright?" when she gave him a small nod he made his way into the kitchen, shutting the door back behind him. Seeing his mother at the table, reading with a cup of coffee in front of her he sighed and moved around to make his darling a cup of tea with the help of his magic.

"She seems nice."

Snapping his eyes to his mother as the tea steeped he licked his lips. "She is." There was silence for a few more moments as he grabbed the only other clean cup, wiping it out just in case, and moved to pour her tea.

"A Macmillan... do they know what you are?"

A half blood. "Her parents do yes." he answered and heard her hum. That was all of the conversation. Walking out of the kitchen he carried her cup and pulled the door back closed as he moved over beside her on the couch, seeing her eyes looking over the dusty books.

Taking the cup when he held it out for you, you smiled at him. "Thank you."

Looking her over he noticed her hair was a bit wet but then again it was raining out, other than that she looked fine. "So are you going to tell me what happened? Why you are in England and not America."

Swallowing the tea in your mouth you hummed and looked to him. "I don't know. I had said goodbye to you and was on the way to the Hog's head Inn to use Mr. Dumbledore's floo when this owl dropped a letter in my hands. It was from my parents, something about them having errands to do here in London and how they were staying at some place called the Leaky Cauldron and that they were going to pick me up at the station. I ran back to the train and just did make it on in time but when I tried to find you one of the prefects pretty much shoved me into one of the compartments which just so happened to have Alice and Frank in it."

Raising a brow he saw her nod.

"Yea. I guess it could have been worse."

"And then?"

"And then when I got off the train I still couldn't find you or my parents and I got lost, this no-maj train worker kept watching me and asking questions, saying he was going to call the police so I quickly told him I was trying to get to Spinner's End... because I remembered that's where you said you lived. He told me to take the bus which was horrible by the way and so now I'm here."

Humming he thought over everything she had just said. "You are sure your parents said they were going to pick you up there?"

"Yes but they weren't there, I walked around that place like four times and then waited around for a long time they never showed up."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know probably just go to this Leaky Cauldron place and see if I can find them there."

"Well the Leaky Cauldron is back in London."

"Of course it is." Humming you gave a large smile when a idea popped in your head.

"What?"

"You could always just Apperate me there."

Smirking he looked down at he with a raised brow. "Using me are you darling?"

"No but if you don't want to that's fine, I will have to just catch the next bus and deal with the No-maj men trying to talk me into going home with them for a fun time."

His smirk instantly fell, a deep frown with tightly knit brows overtaking his features. "What?" he growled and watched her drink more of her tea but not say a word. "You are joking."

Humming you grimaced, "I wish I was."

"You are never riding the...." before he could finish his sentence the front door was opening and he stiffened.

Looking over to the door you saw a man hurrying in out of the rain that looked to be stopping. You only saw his back for a moment as he shut the door and noticed he was wearing a pair of dirty navy blue pants with a white button up shirt and suspenders. He had short dark brown maybe black hair and as he turned to you, you saw his face was shaved and he had a cigarette in his mouth. As two familiar black eyes looked to you, you saw one of his brows raise.

"Who is this? Why is she here so late?"

Swallowing hard he stood from the couch and looked to his father. "This is Y/n, my girlfriend." Seeing the man look to him through his always lidded eyes before he looked back down to his female he felt anxious.

Puffing on the cigarette before he removed it from his mouth he stared over the girl, looking her over from head to toe as she stood beside his son. "Girlfriend huh, didn't think you would be able to get one of those."

Feeling your brow twitch you masked it, taking Severus's hand and looking to his dad before smiling. "Well he did, that's me." you spoke trying to lighten the mood. Taking a deep breath when the man's face remained the same you gave another smile although this one was harder to hold, "Like Sev said my name is Y/n, Y/n L/n, it's nice to meet you sir."

"You're American." he spoke and heard her hum softly, continuing to study the girl he put his cigarette back between his lips. She was cute, he would give his son that but it still didn't account for her being in his house. "You a witch too?" he huffed

"Yes." you answered, stroking the back of Severus's hand when you sensed him becoming irritated.

Looking back to his son he blinked and breathed in his lung full of smoke. "When did you get back?"

"Well considering this is the first time you have seen me in seven months I thought it would be obvious." Seeing Tobias's eyes narrow at him he stood tall.

Biting down on the tobacco he caught sigh of something on the table and noticed it was his cup, filled halfway with his tea. Snapping his eyes back to his son he let out a puff of smoke before turning and walking into the kitchen.

As soon as his father was out of the room he turned to her, he had seen the look in his father's eyes, a look he knew all too well. "Come on." Pulling her towards the stairs he stopped when he heard his father call for him in his deep voice. Licking his lips he took another breath. Leaning down to speak into her ear he closed his eyes. "You go up to my bedroom and you close the door. You stay there, do not come out no matter what you hear."

Furrowing your brows you looked up to him "Sev?"

"Do as I say." Hearing her barely audible gasp at the tone he had spoke in he knew she understood that he had given her an order. He hated doing it but he knew he had no choice.

"SEVERUS!"

Tensing he ran his nose up her jaw, breathing in her scent for a moment to help give him strength. "Up the stairs and to the left. Go now and stay quiet." When she nodded slowly he let go of her hand and watched her make her way up the rickety stairs. As soon as she made it to the top he hurried over and grabbed her tea cup, swallowing the rest of it down and walking to the front door. Opening and closing it loud enough they could hear he took his wand from his pocket and cast a concealment charm towards his room. Taking a deep breath he walked into the kitchen and was instantly struck so hard he stumbled slightly into the oven.

"You come the first time I call you boy!"

Standing back straight he looked up to see his father's angry face starring at him, his mother still sitting at the kitchen table ignoring all around her like she always did. Sitting the cup on the oven he heard as Tobias lit up another cigarette.

"You think you can bring your little whore into my house and give her the tea I pay for?"

Snapping his eyes up to the man he glared at him. "Do. Not. Call. Her. That." he growled but the air was quickly knocked from him when his father's fist collided with his stomach so hard he felt sick.

"Who the fuck are you talking to?!" he roared. "Every year it's the same with you, you get back from that damn freak school and you think you're mister high and mighty. Well let me tell you something you fucking chav..."

Sitting on Severus's trunk that was tucked into the corner of the small dingy room with your knees pulled up to your chest, you had to cover your mouth to hold back your cries as you listened to what was going on bellow you. With every slam, thump and yell you felt more tears roll down you cheeks and across your fingers. There was an awful pain in your heart, the pulling more intense than you had ever felt but you could not move. You had to stay in his room, your alpha had given you an order and had to follow it, you had no choice. When a pain filled groan that you could not mistake for anyone else but your beloved floated up through the old floorboards you felt your heart shatter.

"Where did she go?! She needs to see what a pathetic skiver you are! If the bitch is smart she will find a real man!""

Stiffening when you heard the No-maj man yell you felt your eyes go wide as he started stomping his way up the old stairs.

"S.ssshe l...left!"

Severus's voice, it sounded so pained. Hearing the boots coming up the stairs you held your breath as the door slammed open, your hand gripping your wand. Seeing the horrible man walk into the room some and look around and then to you, you shook with fear but when his eyes only narrowed and did another sweep of the room you furrowed your brows. Did he not see you? Then it clicked, Severus. Hearing Tobias huff as he turned around and left you listened again as he walked down the stairs.

"Elieen!"

Hearing a scuff on the floor and then footsteps, one heavy and one light you breathed slowly.

"Clean up this mess boy."

The slamming of another door downstairs was heard and then the house fell silent. Sitting on the trunk, your whole body shaking, you waited and listened but heard nothing for a while. You wanted to call out for him, for your alpha but the fear that his parents were still here stopped you. A small thump and then another forced your body to tense up again and you waited to hear more yelling but none came. Spaced out footsteps slowly sounded on the stairs and the closer they got you could also hear what sounded like labored breathing. As the door pushed open slowly again from where it had swung shut some you jumped up from the trunk when you saw it was your Severus. "Sev."

His whole body hurt but he still relished when she hurried over to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Standing in the middle of his room he slowly moved his arms around her, resting his sore cheek on the top of her head and closing his eyes. He would have been happy to stay like this for a while but all too soon she was pulling away and he heard her gasp.

Feeling more tears fill your eyes as you looked at the man you loved you shook your head lightly. How could a parent do this to their own child? You didn't know if his mother had been a part of it but even if she hadn't she had still allowed it. "Sev.."

"It's alright." he spoke, trying to assure her. Opening his eyes some he saw her crying and shaking her head. "Darling..."

"No. This is not alright, this is not okay." you told him, your voice thick with emotion. "We have to tell someone, we have to..."

"No Y/n." Swallowing hard he looked down at her and tried to stand more straight. "Three months. I only have to put up with it for three more months and then we go back to Hogwarts for our last year and then I am free." Seeing the way she was frowning at him he sighed. "Love I have been putting up with this my entire life, I can take three months more."

Still frowning you looked away from him, closing your eyes you took a deep breath. Without a word you walked out of his room and across to where you had seen a bathroom. Glancing to the cabinets you started going through them until you found a washrag. Turning on the tap you waited until the water turned hot which took a bit before wetting it and wringing it out. Walking back into his room you shut and locked his door. Spinning around you saw him standing where you had left him, his eyes quickly lifting to yours. Seeing him look down to the rag in your hand and then go to speak you quickly cut him off. "Hush."

Snapping his mouth shut at the tone of her voice he allowed her to pull him over to his bed, sitting on it when she gave a small push. Feeling her lift his chin and tilt his face to the side before she went about cleaning the no doubt bruise there he gave a small wince but said nothing.

Dabbing gently at the small cut along his cheek bone, neither of you said a word. Once that one and the one along his jaw was clean you glanced down to his body and licked your lips as you dropped your fingers to the buttons of his shirt. He seemed to stiffen a bit when you started undoing his shirt but with one look from you he dropped his eyes back down and allowed you to do as you wished. Helping to ease his shirt off his shoulders you hard to swallow hard at the lump returning in the back of your throat when you saw the deep colored bruises already forming on his ribs and stomach.

Reaching up to cup her cheek he brushed away her tears with his thumb. "Shhh... please do not cry my girl. You know it hurts my heart to see you cry."

"Yea well it hurts my heart to see you hurt so." you whimpered and saw his head tilt some and his brows furrow.

Sighing he pulled her to him by her shirt hem, spreading his knees so she could stand directly between them. Hugging her middle he laid his head on her chest, "It is not that bad darling.." Hearing her scoff he grinned sadly, "Truly it is not." And it wasn't. He had endured worst, so much worst, like the time he had woken up hours later on the floor, barely able to move for the next week. "Having you here with me makes up for any pain."

Taking a deep breath you sighed softly and wrapped your arms around him, threading your fingers through his hair after a bit. When he decided he wanted to lay down you quickly followed him as his hand pulled you down onto the old bed with him once the both of you had kicked off your shoes. Laying beside him you scanned your eyes over his handsome but beaten face, your fingers tenderly stroking his jaw and neck as he just seemed to stare at you.

There wasn't much light in his room, just a small ray where the distant street light was and then the occasional strike of lightning from where it was now storming outside. Still he was able to see her enough, watch her lashes flutter when she blinked slowly, watch her beautiful feral blue eyes roam over his own face. Dropping his eyes to her lips he felt that craving ignite. Oh how he loved those luscious lips, the way they looked, the way the felt, the way they tasted. Not being able to help himself any longer he dipped his head to kiss her.

Spreading your hand so it laid flat against his bare chest, you kiss him back with just as much passion. When you feel his tongue ask for entrance you are quick to grant it, opening your mouth for his warm muscle to explore. Rolling your tongue in time with his you felt his hand move to your hip, pushing under your shirt to rub your skin with his hand. You loved the taste of him, loved how it made you feel slightly dazed. The first time the two of you had made out like this you had wanted nothing more than to keep your mouth connected to his forever. However this time you were feeling a bit more held back and you knew why. That damn amulet around your neck. It's pressure grew in times like these and you knew it was the magic trying to hold back all the true desires and feelings you were supposed to be experiencing with your alpha. Feeling Severus's hand move to your lower back to pull your body flush to his you breathed in sharply through your nose when you felt his obvious arousal push into your thigh. As the amulet became almost like a weight you broke from his mouth.

Snapping his eyes open he knit his brows. "Y/n?" Going to question what was wrong, if he had done something wrong the question was quickly answered when he saw her pulling the leather cord over her head. Blinking he swallowed hard, "Luv I don't think..."

Freeing your hair from it you dropped the accursed thing to the floor and instantly pushed your lips back to his, cutting him off. Hearing him breath in before he let out a small growl, his hands moving to pull you back to him you smirked around his mouth. Rubbing your own hand up his chest you couldn't hold back the small mewl at being able to taste him fully again.

Kissing down her chin and along her jaw he felt that need for more taking over. As his mouth moved down her neck he started placing open mouth kisses accompanied by small sucks and light nips along her skin. When her shirt collar suddenly blocked his way he growled and tugged on the thing. Lapping at his claiming mark he gave a slightly harder bite making her gasp softly. All too soon though her shirt was in the way again and the alpha in him had had enough. Grabbing the hem he began pulling it up.

Getting the hint you helped him remove the article of clothing from your body, watching out of the corner of your eye as he tossed it somewhere behind you. You thought he would go back to kissing and sucking your neck but his eyes were stuck on your chest, you were happy you had decided to wear your black bra today.

Admiring her chest he licked his lips as he leaned forward to kiss along her collarbone, flicking his tongue out to trace her throat. He could feel her hands on him, rubbing his side and gripping his shoulder. Kissing his way down her sternum to the middle of her breasts and then over each as much as he could with her bra on he rubbed his hand up her hip and around to her back. Nipping at her soft mound he heard her gasp softly again and chuckled softly. Trailing his hand up her spine to the clasp of her bra he unhooked it, taking a few tries to do it successfully. He waited for her to ask him to stop but she didn't so he slowly rubbed his hand up her arm to pull the strap from her shoulder. Rolling her to her back so that her bra could be taken off easier he felt his mouth water when he was finally able to see her breasts with his own eyes.

He stared at your chest for some time but he must have learned his lesson from last time because he was soon dipping his head down to kiss, lick, do anything he could do with his mouth to give your breasts attention.

Peppering her fleshy mounds with kisses he closed his eyes and felt his cock harden even more, if it were possible. "Oh my beautiful, stunning girl..." Getting to one of her nipples he first licked at the nub with the flat of his tongue and grinned a little when he felt her flinch. Opening his mouth he took the whole of her pert nipple into his mouth and gave a suck. Bringing up his arm that wasn't holding himself up he cupped her other tit, gently massaging it in his palm.

Gasping softly your eyes slipped close and your head fell back to the thin pillow in bliss. When his hot mouth sucked at your nipple and bit down gently you couldn't stop the soft moan from leaving your lips but as soon as you realized what you had done your eyes went wide and your hand moved up to cover you mouth.

Hearing her moan had to be one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard and it in turn caused a low growl, purr like sound to rumble in his throat. Kissing across her chest to give her other nipple the same treatment he was confused by the muffle sound to this moan and looked up. Seeing her hand covering her mouth with her eyes closed tight and a blush about her cheeks he knit his brows. Reaching up to grab her wrist he pulled her hand away from her mouth and pinched her nipple between his teeth. Hearing her let out a noise that was a moan and whimper together he pinned her wrist down beside her, looking her in the eyes when she tried to pull it away from him. "I want to hear you." he told her, licking over where he had just bit.

Still embarrassed by the noises he was bringing out of you, you tried to hold them back still but he seemed to take this as a challenge and soon he had you gasping and moaning from the work of his mouth. Crying out at one particular hard suck you looked down at him as he pulled away, watching him lap over the area to sooth the pain away.

While he loved her breast the alpha in him was persistent to have more of his omega and in all honesty he wasn't much trying to hold the urges back. Peppering her chest and neck with kisses he moved his one hand down to the button of her pants. Easily unbuttoning the jeans and slowly pulling down her zipper he lapped at his claiming mark. Tracing the top of her knickers with his fingertips he grit his teeth and took a deep breath, giving her the chance to tell him to stop. When she said nothing he kissed over her neck and back up her jaw to find her lips. Slipping his hand into her pants he let out a low growl at the wetness he found there.

Moaning into his mouth when he began touching your most intimate place you gripped his bicep harder. When his finger slowly entered you, you had to break from his mouth to gasp out. Tilting your head a bit as Severus kissed along your neck and throat you heard him growl low and deep.

Slowly working his finger in and out of her he sucked at her neck and grinned when her fingers clung to him. "Does it feel good darling?" he asked and felt her nod. Smiling he continued for a few moments more until he removed his hand from her pants and pushed himself up to kneel on the bed. Grinning at her when he saw her worried look he pushed his fingers in the waist of her jeans and peeled them off. Dropping them to the floor he looked over her bare legs and licked his lips as he reached out to rub them. She was so soft, her skin was smooth and he couldn't get enough of it. Stroking his hands up her legs he saw her watching him and grinned softly. Dropping his eyes to her last item of clothing he felt the alpha rattling the bars. Hooking his fingers into the black cotton he eased them down her legs, her knees staying bent as he removed them from around her ankles and dropped them to the bed behind him.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest and you were sure your face was as red as a tomato. He hadn't said anything, his hands going back to rubbing up and down your thighs. When one of his hands rounded your knee to caress the inside of your thigh and gently urge you to part your legs you swallowed hard. You looked anywhere but his face as your legs were placed on either side of him, giving him full view of your body. Feeling his hand return to stroking your legs, inching their way further south you closed your eyes as that warmth spread throughout your body.

"You are so bewitching my love." he praised as he took her all it. His cock was now throbbing but he wanted to take this slow, savor their first time.

"Not really fair that I am the only one naked." you spoke softly.

Seeing her avoiding his eyes he chuckled softly at her bashfulness. "Then I shall even the odds sweetheart." Rubbing up to her knees he pulled his hands away from her for a moment so that he could unbutton his own pants. Pushing both down to his knees he saw her eyes glance to him before she quickly looked away when she realized she had been caught making him smirk. Leaning over her he saw her eyes look up to meet his as he kicked off his clothes. Stroking her cheek with his knuckles he stared into her mesmerizing eyes, what they were about to do hitting him. Licking his lips he pressed his forehead to hers, "Are you sure you want to do this? We do not have to Y/n, I do not want you to feel pressured into anything." While yes he wanted nothing more at the moment he would stop, he would force himself to stop if she wasn't ready.

Taking a deep inhale of his scent you let it out in a shaky breath as you looked up at your alpha. His eyes were closed and his black hair was falling down around the both of your faces like curtains. Brushing his jaw with your fingertips you smiled and let them move down his neck and over his collarbone so you could wrap your arm under his to hold his shoulder blade. "I want this. I want you, to be one with you." Kissing lightly over the bruise along his jaw you grinned. "So long as you promise it won't bother you that I'll no longer be a virgin when we are married."

Chuckling he lowered his body to hers and peppered her cheek with kisses. "I think I will be able to forgive you if you can forgive me." Hearing her light giggle he looked down at her one last time and took a deep breath, her untampered scent making his brain cloud with haze. "I love you."

Smiling softly you looked into his lustful black eyes, "I love you too."

Feeling his heart swell he dipped his head to catch her lips in a kiss. Deeping the kiss to distract her moved the arm that wasn't holding him up down between their bodies so that he could line the head of his member up with her sex. He could not stop the low growl in his throat as her warm wetness coated his sensitive head. Ever slowly he entered her and felt her tense slightly under him. When the two of them broke from each other's mouth he grit his teeth at how tight she was around him.

At first it was an odd feeling, a pressure invading your body but then suddenly something stuck you and you gasped.

He felt her tense but he thought it was only her adjusting so he continued in, his own pleasure clouding his mind for a moment. Then however he heard her let out a cry of pain and he stilled. Looking down he saw her lip trembling and a tear roll from her eye causing his heart to constrict. He was such an idiot, a selfish idiot, he had been so caught up in his own pleasure that he had forgotten about her. He knew women had hymens and he had just tore hers, no wonder she was in pain. "I am sorry, I'm so sorry my love." he said, placing kisses over her cheeks and lips. Keeping completely still he let her adjust to his girth. "It is alright darling. It will pass. Shhh." he told her gently and felt her nuzzle her face into his neck and hold onto his back. Purring for her to help sooth her he rubbed her hair and continued kissing her face. He waited until she softly whispered that she was ready before he pulled back almost completely out of her and agonizingly slow rolled his hips forward. Feeling her tense a little he quickly purred and kissed her neck.

When Severus took one of your hands with his free one to hold it down by your head, lacing his fingers with yours, you felt the pain easing away. All too soon you felt pleasure overtaking the pain. Holding onto his back you felt your mouth fall open when he thrusted in a little deeper this time. Each time he pulled out and rolled his hips back into yours he let his cock go deeper inside of you until soon you felt his lower half meet yours. Moaning when it rubbed against a sensitive area inside of you you let your eyes flutter close.

He groaned and grunted with every thrust of his hips. She was so perfect, she fit him like she was made for him. Kissing her neck and over his claiming mark, he caged her in with his body and felt the alpha in him now bending the bars. Sucking on her soft skin he growled when her walls tightened around his cock. He wasn't going to last long, not with the way she was squeezing him.

Whimpering when an intense pressure built in your pelvis you dug your fingers into his back. Kissing him back as his mouth found yours again you wined for something although you didn't exactly know what only that your mate could give it to you. Severus thrusted into you only a few more times before that pressure became too much and it felt like something in you snapped. All you felt after that was a pleasure like you had never felt before.

Hearing his omega make the most seductive noises sent him spiraling over the edge without warning. With a loud grunt he pushed in as deep as he could and filled her with his seed. A sharp pain on his neck made him tense but it didn't stop the immense bliss he was feeling, if anything the alpha in him seemed to relish it. Holding her tightly he growled into her shoulder and lazily rolled his hips, riding out the last of his climax. Soon she went limp under him and released his flesh, feeling her lightly lick over the claiming bite he now realized she had placed on him. He hissed as he pulled out of her. Rolling beside her before his body could fall on her, he pulled the covers over them and helped her to cuddle up in his side with her head on his chest. His bed wasn't big, it barely fit the both of them but it just meant they would have to be closer. Breathing heavily he looked down at her and smiled softly, she was sleeping. Lifting his heavy arm to brush the hair out of her face he noticed the slight red stain to her lips when the flash of lightning filled the room and grinned. Now they truly were bonded mates. The bite was painful now that his high was dwindling down but he didn't mind. Settling down he drew patterns on her back with his fingers "I love you, my omega."

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Waking up early the next morning he opened his eyes and blinked away sleep. Seeing only a small amount of light coming in through the window he knew it had to be around six or so. He had woken once last night when he heard the front door close downstairs and the sound of his mother and father making their way up the stairs. From the stumbling sound he knew his father had been drinking and held his breath when he got on the landing of the stairs. To his luck though they had simply went to their own room, the sound of the door closing making him relax.

Feeling a pressure on his chest and side he glanced down to his omega and smiled when he remembered what had happened last night. She was still nude now, her arm thrown over his body with her legs wrapped around one of his and her cheek on his chest. How he wished they could stay like this forever but he knew they couldn't. He also knew that he needed to get her out of his house before his parents woke up, more importantly his father. Taking a deep breath he gently rubbed her back and bent his head to kiss her forehead. "We have to get up my girl." he told her in a low voice but saw her only nuzzle his chest more, contempt on sleeping in. Sighing he brushed back her hair and hugged her to him. "I know you want to sleep my love but we can not. Come on darling I have to get you to the Leaky Cauldron remember?"

Whimpering you tightened your hold on him and heard him sigh out your name. Forcing your heavy eyes open you looked across his room before raising your eyes to his. "We make love and now you want to kick me out."

Frowning he kissed her pouting lips. "I do not want to but I have to get you out of this house before my parents wake up. It will be the only time, I promise you dearest the next time we make love I will shower you with all the care and attention you deserve." Kissing her once more he rubbed her shoulder. "Come on now darling."

Sitting up you winced and so did he but you knew it was from two different reasons. Sitting on his bed with the thin blanket wrapped around you for a moment to get your barings you watched him get dressed, enjoying the view but furrowing your brows when you saw the bruises that spotted his body from where his father had beat him. When he came to you with your clothes in his hands you grinned sleepily at him.

Helping her dress he swallowed hard at the sight of the love marks on her body and the few on her neck. Her father was going to skin him alive. When she moved to pull on her pants he grabbed his wand and pointed it to the hickies on her neck. Healing them the best he could he used a concealment charm on the rest of them. Crouching down to help her put on her shoes he froze when he felt her brush his hair to the side to and lean down to lick over the bite she had placed there last night. Breathing out slowly he closed his eyes for a moment.

Kissing your claiming mark tenderly you smiled at him when he lifted his eyes to yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck when he finished tying your shoes you both took a second to take in each other and all that had happened. Kissing him slowly you felt your heart throb with the love you felt for your alpha. But all too soon the both of you had to get on with the day and he stood back up, holding out his hand for you to take.

Grabbing her bag and putting it over his shoulder for now he looked around the room to make sure she had everything. Quickly catching sight of the amulet just under the bed he moved over to grab it for her. "Do not forget this."

Fixing yoru hair as he slipped the leather cord back over your head you looked down at the amulet and furrowed your brows.

Seeing her look he knit his brows, "What is it?"

Opening and closing your mouth you tried to think on what to say. "I..." Something was different, it was like that weight was no longer there. Come to think of it the stone wasn't even shining anymore. Taking a deep breath you shook your head and looked up to him. "Nothing." Seeing him still looking at you you took his hand. "Ready?"

Nodding he wrapped his arms around her and focused on the Leaky Cauldron before aperating there. Releasing her as they arrived he looked around to see not many people there yet this early in the morning.

"Can I help you two?"

Looking over to the woman you grinned. "Good morning. I am supposed to be meeting my parents here, L/n."

"Ah yes, room four my dear."

Nodding and thanking the woman you turned to look back to Severus with a sad grin. "As much as I would love for you to stay I don't think my dad is going to be very happy when he finds out I spent the night with you last night."

"Nor the fact he can smell me on you." he added making her blush.

Standing there for a moment you looked up to him and the bruises on his face. Bringing your hand up to cup his cheek you furrowed your brows. "Sev I can talk to my parents, I know they will let you come stay with us this summer if they knew."

Shaking his head he placed his hand over hers. "No Y/n. I will not burden your parents."

"You're not a burden..."

"No." Taking a deep breath he took her hand in his. "My father is going to get me a job with him at the mill, as much as I despise the thought of working in the muggle world I am going to take it." Seeing her confusion he grinned. "If I work this summer then I will be able to save up some money for when we finish school. If I can keep my grades up all year then I will graduate with honors and then I will be able to get a good job and rent an apartment or somewhere. Then we will get married and start our life together, the life we have talked about."

Smiling with a mixture of happiness and sadness you looked up to him. "Then I will save up my money from the bar this summer too." Seeing him grin you squeezed his hand. "Promise me you'll write, I know you won't be able to come see me as much with both of us working but you have to write."

Pushing his hand into her hair to cup the back of her skull he pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head. "Everyday my love." he promised her. Closing his eyes he breathed in her scent, it wasn't blocked like it normally was but he just figured was the leftover scent from where they had sex. Hugging her close he dipped his head to kiss her lips. "I love you my girl, so very much."

"I love you too Sev. Always."

Smiling he kissed her one last time. "Always."

Standing on your toes to kiss him again you pulled away and saw him stand there for a moment watching you as you made your way to the stairs. Blowing him a kiss you saw him smile before he was gone.

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That had been the last time you had saw him, or at least your Severus. That wonderful night of passion had been one of your last moments of happiness before everything went to hell. He himself had changed so much in those three years, no longer was he the man you remembered. But you wouldn't think about those events now. No, you wanted your last thoughts to be of him, of the man you loved so deeply. How you wished the plans the two of you had would have become reality. What you wouldn't give to go back to that last moment and change things for the better. But alas you couldn't and this would be how your story would end. Swallowing more of the blood coming up you used your last remaining strength to glance down to your frozen hand. Snow had fallen to cover most of you in a thin sheet but still you could just barely make out the small vial in your hand. Always. If only it were true. Feeling a few last tears roll down your cheeks you struggled to keep your eyes open, "I..llove..yyou..sssevv."

Then there was nothing.

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Bursting through the door to the run down home he looked around as he panted for air. It was pitch dark inside, the only light coming from the full moon. The agonizing pain in his chest had stopped now, leaving him with only a cold emptiness where his heart was. Swallowing hard his chest heaved as he looked around, running from one room to the next. "Y/N!?" Hearing no response he ran up the stairs three at a time. Checking all the bedrooms and even the bathroom he found them empty as well. Growling he gripped his hair and pulled. Just where the hell was she?! She hadn't been at the bar, he had checked all the bodies and none of them were her but there was so much blood and her wand had been there. Checking her old nest just to be sure he found it empty, only dust laying there. "Y/n?!" Bending over he tried to slow his hammering heart and then it hit him. Running from the room he practically jumped down the stairs and ran out of the house, not bothering to close the door.

The snow was knee deep in some places but he refused to let it slow him down. Running faster than he ever had in his life he hurried down the path towards the river. Seeing the reflection of the moon on the frozen surface he felt his blood run cold when the sight of a small figure beneath the willow tree grew closer. Even before he got to her, dropping to his knees in the snow he knew it was her. "No." She was hurt, she was hurt bad and she wasn't moving. Her clothes were torn at and ripped in some places, the black material sticking to her side. Snow had fallen on her telling him she had been out here for sometime. There was bruises and cuts along her beautiful face along with blood staining her lip and chin. Reaching out for her he hissed when he felt how cold she was. "Y/n?"

There was no answer, she didn't make a sound and he felt his heart drop. Cradling her in his arm he cupped her cheek "Y/n look at me. Open your eyes." Swallowing hard he moved his head to her chest and let out a sob when he heard nothing. "NOOO! Y/n wake up! Y/n you look at me right now, that's an order!" She made no signs of life and he couldn't stop the agonizing sob to fall from his mouth nor the tears that were now running down his cheeks. Hugging her to him he kissed her frozen cheeks and cried. Opening his eyes he caught sight of something in clutched tightly in her hand. The vile he had given her, his promises to her. Crying out he closed his eyes tight and nuzzled her. "Please! Please my love, don't leave me again!"

When the smallest of whines met his ears he stiffened, that emptiness in his chest dulling just a bit. Pulling back he stared down at her and saw she was still not moving. Licking his lips he looked down to her, watching her carefully. "Omega?" It took a few seconds but he heard it, that weak whimper that told him his mate was alive. Knowing he had to act quickly or else he might loose her entirely he stood with her in his arms and took a shaky breath. "That is it my darling, you hold on, you keep fighting." Apperating to just outside of the gates he ran with her in his arms towards the school. It should have came as no surprise to him when he got to the front entrance to see Dumbledore and McGonagall there.

"Good heavens what happened?"

"Hurry inside get her to the hospital wing."

He had planned on doing that anyway but he said nothing as he hurried down the hall with the other two professors right behind him. When the doors opened he assumed it was Dumbledore's doing and quickly moved to lay her on one of the beds. Slowly pulling away from her he shook and breathed heavily, his lungs feeling like they were on fire. Before he knew it Poppy was there and he was being pulled away by two sets of hands. Still his eyes stayed on her, on the woman he loved. With the lanterns quickly being lit he was able to see her clearly and his heart clenched painfully at the sight.

"Come on Severus dear, you have to let Poppy work."

"Severus..."

He couldn't think straight, couldn't process what they all were saying, all his attention on his dying omega. This was all his fault, everything was his fault.

"Severus."

Closing his eyes he felt more tears fall from his eyes, "What have I done?"

A/n: YASSS! We are finally here, we are finally in the present! So what do we think? I know there is still a lot left unanswered but all will be revealed in due time.

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Someone who appreciates me Pt. 1 - Snapefiction

A/N: Hey! Thank you to everyone who supports my writing. I just recently reached 200 Followers after not even full two Months of starting this Blog and I couldn't be happier that you enjoy my writing. In hopes that you'll like this one too! x

(I tried to use gender neutral Pronouns and Descriptions at first but sadly lost the track of it so it slipped back to a fem!Reader. I'm sorry, I am trying to learn and do better next time.)

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

Pairing: Severus Snape x Y/N, Severus Snape x fem!Reader

Setting: 3-4 Years after the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: Mentions of Insults

Word count: 2871

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your Last Name, Y/W/A - Your wished Age, Y/B/M -Your Birthday Month

Someone who appreciates me - Pt. 1

,,Dear Professor, As you may know Minerva can be very consistent of certain things. One of these Certain Things seem to be the fact that we both are (if all my given Informations are correct) not currently in a relationship. I do not want to pressure you to read my letter or even answer it but i´d be very thankful if you’d at least let Minerva know about what your intentions are. Since a long time now- to be exact 7 Months and 3 days - she started to play my personal Matchmaker and I’m very sorry that you seem to be chosen by this fate that she gave us as well. So by Merlins Sake I’m going with her wish in hope Minerva may be Satisfied by it.

My Name is Y/N Y/L/N. I´ m currently working for the Ministry but will be switching to the St. -Mungos Hospital soon to continue to work as a Healer. I am Y/W/A years old and will be turning Y/W/A on Y/B/M. I live near the Diagon Alley. I despite the idea of introducing myself to someone else like I just did. It feels like I am exposing myself.

In my free time -which has gotten very rare over the years - I enjoy reading, drinking tea and going on walks. It’s not very much, actually it’s nothing, but it makes me happy. I’m a simple Woman.

Since this is the most awkward Thing I have done in a while i will end this letter down here. In hopes that you’re well and have a great day.

Yours sincerely Y/N YL/N”

Sighing he turned the Letter to look at the sealing. It must’ve sent directly from their workplace as they even used the official seal from the ministry itself for this use. He had to admit that he was lonely. Very indeed but Minerva was taking it too far by now. She tried to set him up a few times yet but he never really went with it. But now that she persuaded another Person to send him a letter directly to his workplace he was fed up. Pity grew in his stomach as he imagined what Minerva must’ve said about him to the other Person. She was always exaggerating about him, his past life and everything from the present. She mothered and did everything to fuss over him since he was a Student at Hogwarts himself and yes, he had to admit it, he liked it sometimes. Enjoying their annual Tea each Sunday it was alright having her as a Friend. Especially after the Dark Lord passed and he finally got rid of the pressure of hiding. But her well trained skill to brew a perfect tea won’t make up that she tried to play a constant matchmaker for him.

A deep Sigh left his throat as he sorted his Thoughts. Whatever he’d try to say would lead to a discussion about why she wants him to meet that Person so dearly. It was always a repeating scheme. Getting up from the wooden Chair which could need a replacement he took the letter in his one hand before heading to her chambers.

The Parchment burned in his Hands. Deciding on how he’d like to drop the bomb that he’d prefer to stay alone he kept walking faster. To be honest, he would never admit that towards Minerva nor anyone else and not even himself, he loved the idea of founding a family. He always imagined it as a great Joy since his own family was rather a decent disaster. But he knew what the Newspaper wrote about him after he survived, he knew what rumours go around at the Ministry, he knew how People still degraded him and how everyone secretly was checking twice if he wasn’t secretly still a death eater. He knew, felt and saw it everyday. So it just wasn’t meant to be for him to become the man he dreamt about in private. Maybe i should go back to Cokeworth, get a dog and dedicate my life to the science.

Before he could continue his daydream of vanishing from his current world he reached the door leading to Minerva´s private rooms. Knocking he already knew she was there because the heat from inside and the smell of tea already reached his nose.

After a few seconds he heard her mumbling and finally opening the shrieking door.

,,Severus, my dear. What is it?“ A warm smile formed on her face. He just tried to keep his cold face as he hoped it’d get him further in the argument that he tried to start to prove his point. Silently holding up the Parchment he pointed the wax seal directly towards her.

,,Is it from Y/N?" Her eyes shined brightly and she was already asking him inside as her hands took the letter and she moved her tall figure aside to let him in.

,,Of course it is." He mumbled while making his way over to his usual seat. Watching her reaction as she read the Letter he wished to vanish. It was simply embarrassing.

,,Oh, she can't be serious. I told her to tell you something about herself."

,,She did!" He pleaded.

,,No she didn't! She just talked about me. Oh! The two of you match perfectly. You both are very self conscious about what you are and what you deserve or in general on how to communicate." She went to the kitchen to get kettle.

,,You're just mad that we don't want to play along with your plans." Mumbling Severus knew that she heard every whisper.

,,No you're just mad that I told her about you." Rolling his eyes he watched her setting down the kettle and filling him a cup of tea.

,,I don't need a Relationship." Stating his Fact he hoped it could bury the Topic finally.

,,I know. But it wouldn't harm you as well." Taking a sip from the still brewing water tea mixture he wondered how she wasn't burning herself.

,,Can you just stop setting those things up?" Now it was her who rolled their eyes. ,,Only if you give it one first and one last try. Y/N is very kind."

,,Kindness isn't everything. Her Letter wasn't very tempting."

,,Merlin, if you start judging people over their Kindness I'll lose my mind. You aren't very charming yourself, you twit."

,,You call me a Twit?"

,,You're clearly a Twit."

,,Stinky Witch." Shrugging her shoulder she hid her smile behind her cup of tea before downing it almost completely. ,,One date and I'll stop for good."

,,Do you promise?"

,,I solemnly swear. If this won't work out then you might be a helpless case." Ignoring her spur he gave in. Again.

,,Fine." And so it came that he drank his tea and they chatted about something else. Their Friendship had their own charm. But before Severus could leave to go back to his own Rooms Minerva put the Parchment in his Hands and told him with a warm smile to write back.

It didn't work out like he planned. Actually it was the opposite. He wanted to burn the Letter and forget that it had happened but if it was the only way to get rid of any unwanted dates, matches etc. he would actually give it a chance. Unbelievable. He'd really write Y/N back.

Since it was almost midnight he decided that it was time to continue his paperwork. He couldn't fall asleep until three A.M. anyways if he was able to fall asleep in general. After answering a lot of Letters, correcting some Works and finally writing down what he had to get from his next visit at Diagonal Alley he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to his new acquaintance living there. Wasn't she repelled by his ruined reputation?

Rereading her Letter he was wondering what a type of person she was. How did she look like? What made Minerva think that they'd be a great Match? In his Mind he was starting to puzzle a picture of someone he'd expect to write to. Of what he'd expect someone nice to be and act like. To his surprise it wasn't anything close to Lily. Not at all. It was almost the completely opposite. Bewildered he laid down his feather. He almost hasn't noticed how he started to mindlessly write all the attributes down that he was hoping to find in Y/N.

Nice but not foolish. Intelligence. A dry sense of humor. Challenging. Special. Complementary. Appreciative. Pretty Eyes. A soothing voice. Someone who appreciates work. Someone who appreciates me?

Eyeing the Clock he noticed that it was already past 4 am. Again he was completely loosing his track of time. Packed by the idea of finding something of those attributes in her he grabbed a paper and his feather.

His enthusiasm quickly faded. What was he supposed to say? What did she knew about him? His wide eyes and his raised eyebrows scaled down a bit. This grew to be more complicated than he anticipated.

,,Y/N, I'm sorry that Minerva grew this Mania about you as well. I have known her for a long time by now and can confirm to you that despite all her promises she won't stop setting things up. It seems like it became one of her dearest ways of passing time.

Not knowing of what she has told you about my person I will just start formally.

My Name is Severus Snape. Currently I am still preoccupied as the head of house of Slytherin at Hogwarts. And due to latest events I won't return to teaching soon or anytime again. Most of my time I look out to keep myself busy with science studies, working and reading.

To be completely honest, I promised Minerva to write back as she promised me in return to stop setting any acquaintance with me. Also I feel uncomfortable introducing myself as well. I prefer Meetings.

Yours faithfully Severus Snape"

After his eyes read the letter multiple times he finally got himself to seal it. Watching the wax cool down he noticed how much he hoped that she could at least fulfil on of the attributes he was looking for. Hope? Don't make a fool out of yourself. She will probably loose her interest soon.

But she didn't. He sent his Letter around 4:50 am and already at 8am after he slept 2 full hours she sent her response. Not truly believing his eyes that Y/N was answering and not someone who would want to mess with him he quickly opened it. This Time the Seal was a different one. One that contained her Initials.

,,Dear Severus, Taking it from your response I anticipate that we are on first name base now? If that's so completely fine with that.

Reading your Letter I had to laugh. Minerva is simply one of a Kind and somehow I feel very reliefed that you're as uncomfortable as I am.

Maybe that's a great opportunity to admit that I already know a lot about you. Minerva is very chatty and as you probably already are aware of your Name is very well known and greatly appreciated. And by that I don't mean that that's the Reason why I decided to write you but I mean that I'm impressed by you. I actually chose to follow Minerva's will to contact you because she introduced you as a very kind, intelligent and somewhat funny Man. And despite the fact that I am happy by being alone I can't deny that the idea of meeting someone like you was interesting me. Someone who Minerva introduced as a great Friend. This may sound cheesy but you deserved to get known to my intentions.

You mentioned that you prefer Meetings. What about a Meeting at the Three Broomsticks? I bet you know a lot funny stories about Minerva which I'm not aware of yet. Name a Time and Day and I'll be there. And if it makes you more comfortable- you can decide if it's as friends or if you want to call it a date. As I already said I'm mainly interested in getting known to you.

I hope you'll have a successful Morning and i'm expecting your Owl.

Yours sincerely Y/N YL/N"

That wasn't like anything he expected. She wasn't disgusted by everything he did? She wanted to meet him? He thought that she'd politely decline and he'd get rid of all the fuss but she actually sounded nice. Should he give in?

Some time has passed since he received her letter. To be exact four days and nights. Severus told himself that he had gotten busy in hopes this could ease his guilty Feelings. But Minervas Questions wouldn’t stop and he had to make the decision he was shoving back for too long. He just wanted to end that Matchmaking Service and now it had gotten him to the point where he was too nervous to answer a simple letter after the Person openly admitted their interest in him.

Hoping for someone to take the Decision which now laid heavy on his shoulders he wandered around the corridors. His duties for the day have been already done by now and he was just looking for a task to get his mind of the Woman’s Name. He was too nervous to answer, way to nervous. It was nice to get known to someone, yes. But it was too early for him. He hasn’t recovered yet and still felt hurt from his past. Who could blame him? No one. Right? Slowly he started to feel better. Like it was a great opportunity to back off and make this another awkward Memory he had in one of his many brain cells. He won’t answer her. That’s it.

Feeling some Weight flowing off his shoulders he reached his Chambers. He should at least answer Harry. Since he had graduated two and a half years ago he still checked up on him. It simply was his promised duty to do so. Thinking of Questions to ask Harry about his new Life as a Auror and about his Girlfriends Ginny Weaslys as a Professional Quidditch Player he grabbed some Parchment and took his Feather. Dipping it into the small ink Pot he had to notice it was empty. Annoyed he took the List he had put in his drawer in his hands. Diagon Alley, was written on it. Tea, Ink, a new Book and some Parchment.

,,Dunderhead.“ He called himself as he again rolled his eyes. He had forgot to get his supplies. That one Task had slipped off his mind. Annoyed and grumpy as always he gritted his teeth while grabbing his Coat and using his Cabin to reach named Diagon Alley. Slighty coughing he scrunched his nose. As Years have passed he grew to hate using Floo Power.

Diagon Alley was shining. Lights from every Window invited Passengers into their Shops. But Severus wasn’t the Man to just go shopping and buying random Things. He was organised. So Organised that a simple Woman who showed slight interest in him could get him off his tracks. Ironic. He worked Years as a spy and now a simple Letter did this to him.

His Feet lead his set route to the Shop where he got the Parchment and some ink and afterwards to the Teashop. The last station was the Book Shop. It was the only stage where he was spending an unknown amount of time each time he got there. Words always had a big impact on him. Of course Actions were important too but it are words who seduce him easily.

That’s why he was carrying his now heavy bag through the huge aisles of Books trying to find a new object of Desire. He was very fond of almost every Herbalism, Potion and Healing Book so it had to be something new. His Position as Head of house was boring him. He needed something to do. So he decided to focus his energy on Books and as already mentioned Science.

Opening a smaragd green book he followed some lines about Muggles. Even though he never found himself very intertwined in this Topic he gave it a chance. The fact of how well written and even advanced it was was interesting him. Putting it in his little Basket he continued to decipher the Book Titles. Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming. Taking it in his Hands he way eyeing it closely.

,,I hope you aren’t expecting anything bad, Professor Snape. That's a dangerous Book.“ Caught he quickly looked to his side. A young Woman was smiling nervously at him. Confused he tried to remember her. Was she a Student? A former Death eater? Merlin, no. She was too young to be a death eater.

,,Y/N.“ Her cheeks blushed now and she lowered her glance shortly. ,,Y/N Y/L/N. I thought it might be not very polite if I wouldn’t even say hello since we somehow know each other.“ Getting lost in her eyes he quickly forgot his Plan on to stop thinking about her and not writing her back.

to be continued. last update 30.jan.21

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ccelinewritess · 4 years

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the distance between us

pairing- draco malfoy x reader

word count- 9.7k

summary- the first time draco uses the muggle post system, it goes so terribly wrong, and a letter falls into the hands of a girl who was never supposed to see it, a muggle at that.

warnings- curse words, ptsd, anxiety/ panic attacks, depression mention of death, murder, blood and burns aswell as insomia, seperation anxiety (?) and my grammar.if these may trigger you, i suggested not reading.

a/n- this took me a while to get out, sry abt that. the reader was set to live in a canadian town called kelowna, british columbia. it takes place in readers grade 11/12 and dracos 6/7 year. i hope it’s not to self inserted, and you guys can enjoy and relate to it. big thank you to @dracodear for the help on this, love you! also thanks to everyone who left owl name suggestions, all were awesome and i ended up going with @winnsmills suggestion ‘noctua’ ! tumblrs been acting weird, so i hope it lets me post the whole thing. letters are in italics. also please note, this is off the movies timeline! i tried to fit in as many details as possible but some didn’t make it.

the town was widespread. wineries and mountains everywhere, the okanagan lake splitting it down the middle, reconnecting the cities halves by a bridge. little snow and tons of rain. jeep wranglers in every colour roaring around into unholy hours of the night, bustling with life yet all to lonely at times. but hey, that’s kelowna for you.

rain was running down the windows of y/ns most boring class, last period biology. she knew she should be paying attention. she had a high gpa to maintain, and couldn’t afford to fail another class besides french. the last five minutes of blabbering ended after what felt like a year.

‘you are dismissed, ill see you all monday, have a good weekend’ and with that everyone rose, heading to the parking lot as fast as possible in an attemp to dodge traffic. despite pouring rain, the air was hot, and on the ride home y/ns mind raced over every single assignment she had to complete over the next two days, while her hands tapped the steering wheel.

‘english essay, math review, history paper, business management graph’ she muttered under her breath. the town was busy, many students often blew off class to go shopping, or hit a movie, or smoke weed, the possibilities were endless. her house was cool compared to outside, and empty. no one was home, not that it was a surprise to the girl, people weren’t usually home, siblings gone to university, and parents working absurd amounts.

something caught her eye on the counter, an envelope, an ordinary seeming one, but absolutely covered in small pictured stamps with ‘england’ underneath each one. eighteen of them, all different. she knew shouldn’t open it, so she didn’t. at first. but it was irresistible. there was a return address written in the smallest writing she’d ever seen. wogshell, no, wiltshire? she took it to her room, and locked the door before ripping it open. she didn’t want the one time she had something intresting going on to be interrupted by whoever might show up.

her mouth fell open at every line of the same scroll. who was snape? why was this draco boy sending him a letter? he didn’t need his help to kill who? what the fuck was an unbreakable vow and why shouldn’t snape sign it? why was his mum going to see snape? who was the dark lord and why did he pick draco for a task? what kind of name is dumbledore?

what she already knew was confirmed- this letter was most definetly not for her. but newly- she opened a letter from a potential murderer or maybe it was a prank, a sick prank if it was one.

so instead she crafted up quite the response, whoever wrote this was either hysterical or in distress, and needed some sort of company- she thought, atleast.

it had been thirteen days, why wasn’t the letter back yet? the owl still couldn’t fly even about the house without damaging itself further. maybe using the muggle post system was a mistake. but better have it land into the hands of a muggle, who would likely throw it out, than a wizard who would know a death eater would soon be wondering around hogwarts.

as if on que, the door bell rang and echoed through the empty manor. on the porch sat an envelope, with only one stamp, his name in the middle and another he didn’t recognize in the corner. shit, this couldn’t be good. his eye caught the stamp. canada? fuck, this was supposed to go to cokeworth not bloody canada. no one was home so he opened it right there in the foyer.

hello, draco.

i am not snape- nor do i know who snape is. i am also very unfimilar with some of the vocabulary you used. dark lord? unbreakable vow? you seem to have quite the situation going on, if i read correctly. im not exactly stupid, but i do know that this letter was most definitely not supposed to be in my possession. i didn’t know who to send it to, id send it back to you, but you probably don’t want a copy of your own letter. i also know you likely have enough on your plate, but if you’d like someone to talk to im only half a world away, have no sort of schedule and am a good listener, well reader in this case. good luck with whatever task you’ve mentioned. p.s. you had about seventeen stamps to many, first time sending a letter? unfortunate fate, huh ? what kind of name is snape and what the heck is a dumbledore? i suppose it’s none of my business, knowing you likely won’t respond, but if you do i wrote my address on the front. have a good day/ night/ whatever time it is wherever you are.

y/n l/n

tears were welling in dracos eyes, he was floored, in a good and bad way. his task was already going downhill. the letter he sent snape had fallen into the hands of a muggle, who did not throw the letter away, but responded. and snape was likely going to bine himself into the task through the unbreakable vow, which draco was more than able to complete. he wouldn’t have been chosen if he wasn’t, right?

not only had she responded, she offered him help, well distant company, to a stranger who obviously had quite a few problems and she clearly had no regard for her own safety. he couldn’t tell her about the wizarding world. not that he could tell her about anything, she could be lying. he had a task to focus on, he couldn’t write her back.

and that was true- at the time. he had no intent of writing the girl back. and yet he found himself reading the 201 words over and over, running his hands across the paper, expecting them to fade away as he wiped. counting and recounting. he surely couldn’t talk to any of the twats at hogwarts, maybe a stranger could help numb the pain. and as long as he didn’t tell anyone- she couldn’t get hurt, she was to far.

draco was packed for hogwarts, the response at the bottom of the trunk, underneath his clothes. he’d just have to get to the damn school, then he could write all he wanted- without his parents knowledge or ridicule. his mind jumbled together what he was going to say while his friends rambled on. the train pulled up to the castle after dreadful hours and he could barely sit still during the opening feast. his thoughts did falter though, when dumbledore gave his speech, he felt guilty- the shame of his family weighing on his shoulders. he looked around, all his classmates staring in adoration at a man who would be dead ten months from now, and they were sitting in the same room as his killer.

the singular room was nice, he knew it wasn’t for lounge, but for plots of death.

before he began he started making promises to himself. if i get behind on the plan ill won’t write, if snape notices anything about it, ill stop. the list went on and on.

he couldn’t put his pen down, the words continued to fly out the end, was he oversharing?

dear y/n

my deepest apologies that my last letter found it’s way to you. im sure you didn’t expect whatever you may have perceived from it. honestly, i don’t know how it arrived all the way over there. im almost positive you have better things to do than listen to my problems, and i know you had no control over the fact it arrived, but i ask you to please not share this information with anyone. i am unsure if i will take up your offer of amity, if you were serious that is. im at school now, so if you’d like to respond, not that you have to- you can send letters back with my owl, it’ll be faster (and i won’t have to worry about stamps- thanks for the tip by the way)

draco malfoy

and with that noctua was off into the night, and he could only hope that it would make it to her.

droll was running down y/ns chin and she was caught in a dream. suddenly a vigorous tapping on the window pulled her into consciousness, the sight of owl knocking her backwards in a scare. a crash sounded, if the tapping didn’t wake anyone up, that surely did. she almost considered just trying to ignore it, until she noticed a letter tied to its neck and reluctantly opened the window. she’d never seen an owl in real life before, but was aware from school that they weren’t exactly the kindest of creatures. this one just perched on the window while she removed the new enevelope, no stamps in sight. just a neatly printed address, and his in the corner.

from the new letter she learned even more- this wasn’t a prank, draco was a real person, was still in school, and whatever the first misplaced letter contained was true. he had some sort of task and didnt want help, but that was all. so with what she could, she wrote another response. it took an hour and she wasn’t exactly sure what she had written by mid morning.

draco

you’d be quite suprised actually, it gets lonely over here. i still haven’t exactly deciphered your original note, so if you would like to help me understand i think i’d be ready. and no worries about me, my lips are sealed. what is an unbreakable vow, im curious? you go to boarding school? and owls, really? what the hell is up with that? im pretty sure it’s illegal to own one here, but we are countries away, so perhaps it’s different all the way over there. send whatever you want. i do not- by the way- have anything better to do in the slightest.

y/n

he continued to write throughout the month of september, which bled into october before he knew it. he was avoiding questions about the task, just wanting someone to talk to. it wasn’t easy, she was curious, which draco couldn’t exactly be mad at her for that since he continued to write her, accepting the distant friendship that was forming.

he was learning a lot about her aswell. besides french, which he informed her he spoke fluently numerous times, she was a very good student. she was single, he didn’t remember how that came up but made a note in his mind- he couldn’t date her, nor did he know enough about her to be properly involved.

she read a lot of books, sappy romances mostly, couldn’t cook anything deemed edible by anyone, and her favourite colour was green, he smirked when reading that for the first time. she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her future, just not a doctor like her parents wanted.

y/n was sitting in english as her teacher reviewed about univeristy application requirements. only next year they would be getting accepted and denied from their dream schools. she’d spent years dreaming of it, university, and yet somehow a boy half way around the was racing through her mind. she felt horrible about it, the small crush. it was incredibly selfish, falling for a boy with so much going on, he certainly didn’t need her as anything more than a friend to talk to, but he was good with his words, and making her feel important too. her dismissal came and so did a classmate, approaching confident and cocky.

‘hey, l/n’ he said, a smirk on his face

‘oh, uh hey, will’

‘what are doing tonight?’ her mind went blank, any excuse, come on, say something

‘i have plans’ wow real specific, great job, y/n

‘like what’

‘fish funeral, real important stuff, my family is just devastated’ her voice was clearly sarcastic and that was all before she walked right out. no she didn’t exactly have plans, but waiting for dracos owl provided much more company than any date could have. the sight of dracos owl flying towards the pre-opened window was somewhat relieving, she didn’t know why, just the fact that he had not failed yet, and was still out there was nice. she hadn’t had this much company. since last year at least, when her supposed best friend started ghosting her because of some petty shit.

thankfully noctua ad gotten quite good at being discreet when delivering the letters. of all the things on y/ns junior year bucket list, explaining to her parents that she had befriended a british boy with an owl who flyed into her room while her neighbours had a clear view, wasn’t one. she also began keeping a bowl of water under her bed for the owl to drink when it arrived, knowing it couldn’t have been easy travelling back and forth.

y/n

im not fully sure you want to know the depth, yet you seem to want me to corrupt you with my villain with a task baggage. i suppose it couldn’t hurt if i told you about the unbreakable vow. it’s like a promise or a bond, but if you break it then you die. if you can stomach that i may be able to tell you more. how far away do you reckon we are?

draco

draco wasn’t falling behind too far, but his first attemp had failed, and panic attacks were taking up most his time. he never had any, at least not this bad until this year. at least once a day he would start sweating, no matter how cold he was, unable to control his breathing or tears, feeling like the walls were caving in upon him.

that is, besides writing y/n as much as he could. apparently she was being honest, she had no schedule of any sort besides going to school. he hated to say, but he was becoming attached, he didn’t exactly know how either, but everytime he recieved a letter a small weight was lifted from his shoulders, even just when he read it.

noctua was doing the weekly, almost daily round at breakfast with the other owls and draco watched with anticipation as a letter dropped on his lap and owl on his shoulder. he tried to conceal the letter into his robes but pansy had taken matters into her own hands. likely jealous that she’d spent collectively around six hours with him the whole year, and he never talked to her like he used to.

‘ou draco whats this’ twirling the envelope between her hands. the letter had no name, no stamp, only a small heart drawing in the corner.

‘hands off parkinson’ he said while taking the letter back. ‘a letter from my mother, if you must know’ he said knowing that neither his mother or father had written him anything, despite having all the time to do so.

he got up and left the second he was done, not wanting to draw snapes suspicion about who could possibly be more important than working on this task.

he rushed to his room, desperate for more of her words. he tried to picture her voice in his head, but had to remind himself she wasn’t british nor was she from southern america.

draco,

so you just die if you break the promise? intresting. it’s not as hard to stomach as you seem to think, very unique tradition i suppose. you are not a villain draco, you haven’t told me much about it but your to good of a person to have picked any of this for yourself. i calculated when we you were home, seven thousand three hundred something, i don’t know where your fancy boarding school where you have owls for pets is, so it may be further. im ready whenever you are.

y/n

her letter was relieving for him aswell, even in the slightest it helped, but she deserved some sort of answer for helping him take his mind off the task for a couple minutes. he could tell if she wasn’t scared off already, this would do it.

y/n

if you are sure, here it is. dumbledore is my headmaster, the dark lord is a very powerful wizard, and snape is my professor. if i don’t kill dumbledore before july, he will kill me and my family, if i can’t complete the task, snape will kill him under terms of an unbreakable vow. im not a very good villain that’s for sure, my first attemp failed, and my classmate is out cold. i understand if you dont want to write to me anymore, just don’t tell anyone about this, please.

dm.

the only words to describe the feeling that overwhelmed her senses as she read were devastation and shock. tears pooled in her eyes as she tried to imagine herself with that much responsibility to wildhold until july. another detail that caught her eye, wizard? what did he mean by wizard? is that the word for dictator in england? certainly he wasn’t talking about the wizards she read about in storybooks as a child. her hand shook slightly and she debated mentioning it.

draco

you’re silly if you think i’d stop writing you. you need company now more than ever. please don’t hold things back from your letters, you deserve someone to talk to. that is quite the situation, im sorry if i pushed you, you do have enough on your shoulders and i want to help you as much as i can. i hate to ask, but you mentioned ‘wizards’ and i am a bit confused.

all my love

initially, draco went into shock. he knew he was probably oversharing, but didn’t expect to slip up in that way. he begrudgingly admitted; knowing that if this went badly he would likely be banished from the wizarding world, which didn’t seem like such a horrible punishment to him anymore. and yet she was fascinated, by the coins he sent her, the subjects he learned- which she compared to her own much less exciting ones, and everything he told her about it. he could now talk to her about much more, since both his secrets were now out in the open to her. he told her about the about the houses, and they both agreed she would probably be in hufflepuff, well he thought so, her kind and accepting nature, and she didn’t know enough to disagree. and for the first time in the long time he was seeing things differently, completely diminishing the rude behaviour he often displayed towards the house.

she even sent him a picture, the first time he ever saw her face. a large smile spread across her beautiful features, she seemed to be laughing. eyes glistening in the sun even prettier than he could have imagined. he slept with it under his pillow, and could stare at the still image for hours. no it didn’t move around, but he couldnt care less. he only had one picture of himself in his possession and he was young, about four. she was facinated by the moving image, his blonde hair and attitude shining right through. he would owl his mother for a more recent one, but didn’t want to explain why.

the letters were helping him, but the task wasn’t advancing. his second attempt had failed, he was caught sneaking into slughorns party, and harry was onto him. they were also causing him doubt. say they did get the cabinet fixed, he couldn’t see himself killing dumbledore anymore, the more he talked to her he realized he couldn’t be a killer, as cold as he was to some people, but he had to, didnt he?

most importantly every letter she sent gave him a sense of hope. that the second this is over he could move. away from voldemort, and potter, his parents even, england in whole. perhaps not to canada, but it could be a change, half way across the world with the girl who was helping him stay alive through his letters. he just needed to stay alive long enough too see her.

the seasons changed around draco, but his room stayed the same. hot from mysterious potions, for himself and some for dumbledore, he had not had much hope after the wine, though. it was lonely, not that he’d like y/n here, he’d much rather be there, all the way across the world.

may came in a blur, and finals were creeping up. one week y/n sat at her desk, every night, waiting for a letter that didn’t come. on the fifth letterless day she cried. not exactly knowing why, it wasn’t her that had much of a reason to cry, but dracos company had filled her lonely life up with light of its own, leaving it darker than it was before she saw the first letter. she was silly to be so attached and silly to expect him to reciprocate the feelings she had proclaimed in the last one she sent, and should have expected him to stop eventually. so she continued on with school, finding it a bit easier to concentrate now that a draco sized whole was missing from her brain, and her heart aswell.

the next week, though, a letter came, very appreciated by y/n as the whole other universe, british boy forgetting thing wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

y/n

im sorry for not writing, the classmate i mentioned all those months ago woke from the curse, and the potter twat hexed me with a spell id never heard of before. i would have tried to contact with you but i couldn’t exactly trust what my brain was planning on writing, and the cuts are still a bit sore. the cabinets fixed, but even if everything works out okay i won’t be writing very much at all. i’ll be home in july, but the manor will be infested with death eaters and i can’t let you get hurt. thank you for everything l/n.

draco

it stung a little, knowing that the empty feeling the girl just experienced would be more frequent, he didn’t mention anything about what she had said, and that this could be the last time she ever heard from him if he didn’t kill dumbledore. in hindsight, practically telling her she loved him in a letter wasn’t what he needed, she knew that.

he left out the fact that he the spell put a him in a huge emotinal draught. he was exhausted constantly, crying even more than before. the cuts were sore, so he wasn’t holding everything back.

the last month of school came and went all to fast for dracos liking, and death eaters now roamed around the castle, causing havoc where ever they could. his trunk had been shurken so small it looked like a small muggle toy he put into his pocket easily. the dark mark that was stretched across his left arm was now hanging in the gray sky, and the headmaster was no where to be seen. he paced anxiously around a vacant corridor until he heard a pop in the astronomy tower. he didn’t think people could apparate into hogwarts, it would have made his job much easier.

‘harry, get snape, i need snape now’ he seemed exhausted, maybe this wouldn’t be as hard

‘sir im going to sit you down okay, and then ill go get madam pomf-‘

‘severus, harry, I need severus now, go get him and talk to no one else’ he said in a shallow yet somewhat urgent and angry tone.

draco waited for footsteps to disappear, before whipping the door open with his wand already ready.

‘oh hello, draco, nice to see you on this fine evening’ he said nonchalantly, leaning his weight against the wall.

‘EXPELLIARMUS’ draco boomed, successfully disarming the man without counter attempts before glancing around to see a second broom

‘who else is here?’ he said sounding confident but feeling the opposite

‘i could ask you the same question, acting alone are you? you don’t seem supported’

‘no, there are death eaters in your school tonight, and i got them here’ he snarked ‘they’ll be up, any minute now, their fighting down below. i’ve got a job to do’

‘well done boy, if you don’t mind me asking a few questions, before you get on with it, im very intrested’ was he kidding? he knew draco was about to kill him right? wanting to stall, and not fully wanting to kill him he nodded his head yes.

‘you seem scared to act until they join you

‘im not scared, you should be scared’ he snarled, unable to contain the fear in his voice any longer any longer

‘oh draco’ he sighed ‘while we wait for your friends arrive, care to explain how you smuggled them in here? i never imagined it possible, especially not by a student’

‘i had to mend the broken cabinet that no ones used for years, there’s another one in borgin and burkes. montague got stuck in told everyone stories about it, how he could sometimes hear what was going on in the shop and sometimes hear hogwarts like a passage, and i was the only one who discovered what it meant. not even borgin, not you either, i did it right under your nose, you didn’t realize anything’ he said

‘you are right, i didn’t know that. i do- on the other hand, know that you aren’t a killer’

he raised his wand a little higher, feeling wheezy and as though his legs would give in any second

‘how you know that, I’ve done despicable things, you wouldn’t even be able to fathom’

it was dumbledore’s time to pause, glancing up at the sky and looking around the room before continuing

‘draco i know you almost killed katie bell and ron weasley. you’ve been trying to kill me all year, forgive me for saying this, but they’ve been very feeble attempts. to be honest ive wondered wheather your heart has truly been in it’

‘it has, and if you knew why didnt you stop me’

‘snape has been watching over you on my orders’

‘ it’s not on your orders, he promised my mother-‘

‘ofcourse he would tell you that, but it happens to be that i trust professor snape’

‘your losing it then, he’s a double agent, he isn’t working for you- he’s been trying to get in on the action all year, helping me and all. doesn’t matter now- he probably doesn’t even know they are here yet, he will wake up tomorrow and no longer be the dark lords favourite, he will be nothing compare to me’ confidence was building within him

‘very gratifying, we all like being recognized for our hard work, but, draco?im standing here wandless and weak, unable to defend myself, and you have not made any move to kill me, dont blame me for believing you will not, but let’s discuss your options’

‘my options’ he laughed ‘im standing here with a wand, about to kill you’

‘oh dear boy, if you were going to kill me you would have when you disarmed me, not stayed for a little chat’

‘i haven’t got any options, don’t you understand, i have to kill you, or he will kill me’

‘okay, if you don’t want to join the order with your mother where we could protect you, i only have one more question’

‘better hurry, theyre on their way’ he almost laughed which was quickly replaced when Dumbledore said his next words.

‘who is y/n l/n’ at that a tear fell down dracos face, and he lowered his wand almost completely

‘i-i don’t know who that is, odd l-last words’ he stuttered

‘draco dont play dumb now, not after we discovered you are very intelligent. we left some of the security measures from last year that Umbridge enabled, and I couldn’t help but notice hundreds of letters flowing to and from her. i looked into student files, ilvermornies too, nothing, id never heard the name, a muggle i presumed. but of all the things, that had me the most confused. i couldn’t figure out why you would be contacting her, so i did some meddling’

‘WHAT DID YOU DO’

‘fiesty all the sudden, are you? i felt bad after opening this, it seemed very personal, and i probably should given it too you sooner, but i was a bit preoccupied double checking my drinks and all’ dumbledore said handing him the letter.

draco

how is the cabinet coming? it’s raining even more here than usual, all day and night. and don’t talk like that, saying you don’t have a future. you do draco, you deserve another chance and infinite amounts of them. you are just a kid, you shouldn’t be forced to be a hero. you are protecting so many people right now, but i don’t need any. you have given my life enough light in the last few months than i ever recall, and im so thankful that letter came to me. i wish you were here with me right now, but i know you can’t be, so just stay alive, okay?

y/n

more tears fell, he hated being so weak at the mention of her, crying before he completed the blessing his father and bellatrix considered the task to be.

‘she’s right, draco, you deserve another chance’

he was speechless, and could tell Dumbledore knew he found his weakness.

‘i always pictured you and pansy, never in a million years imagined you to be in a relationship with a muggle’

‘no matter who does it, your about to be killed, and im not here to discuss my love life am i?’

‘so you do love her?’ before draco could even think he heard a door open and raised his wand, hiding the letter faster than he had ever moved.

‘shut up, they will kill her’ he said quietly and desperately

in walked fenrir greyback, yaxley, and bellatrix. they made banter of their own, but her words replayed. he couldn’t do it.

‘go on draco’ his aunt whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

‘DO IT, DO IT BOY’ she yelled, in a high pitched and annoying voice

he felt a strong arm over his chest, pushing him aside, and he saw the whoosh of snapes robes and an already pleading dumbledore

‘severus, please’

‘AVADA KEDAVRA’ snape shouted, a green flash producing from the end of his wand, hitting the old man square in the chest. draco rushed over to the edge, watching him fall. it was a long way down.

the rain had sudsided, sunlight leaking into her room during the day. watching the sky at night, failing to find constellations he described many times to her. her wardrobe was mostly untouched, remaining in pyjamas most of the week. the odd time she did leave, she saw her old friends walking and laughing out her car window. eating and socializing felt like a chore, and she hadn’t communicated with the boy since may. he could be dead, she didn’t know. there was no death on the ‘muggle’ news, and draco wasn’t on the top wanted list, not that he likely would be on the television all the way over here. he could be fine, in wiltshire, going to dinner parties and holding balls. or maybe, he too, was sitting in his room staring at the ceiling for days on end. she had now hung the picture of a young draco by her desk, not needing to worry about anyone seeing. her siblings were once again home, but out living their lives so much that it still felt like they were gone. for the first time she noticed his scroll on the back.

‘i was four when this was taken i believe, my hair is very similar, i was quite sassy, im sure that shows without explanation.’ she blushed while reading, it was true. his hands were on his hips whipping his head around.

every day was a surprise around malfoy manor. not the kind of surprise draco liked. not the feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he read y/ns letters, those were replaced by a pit as they were summoned around the large table in the dining room. the first one he attended was horrible, watching his muggle studies teacher being hung above their heads, pleading for the help of severus as she died. he bit his tongue in an attempt to avoid raging about about every comment surrounding muggle culture. each one tore his heart, as he imagined the girl all those kilometres away, the girl he had no contact with, but he looked at her picture as much as possible, and hoped one day he could make her smile again like she did in the image.

senior year was here, and y/n schedule picked up once again. her timetable was full, maybe it was best, a distraction, after a whole summer of thinking alone in her room. draco was on her mind at night, no matter how hard she tried to forget. she’d made friends with her creative promotions partner, logan. he was certainly not intrested in her in anyway besides friends, but company after all this time was enjoyable, just in the hour of class

draco had little privacy, with death eaters in every hallway, conversing with eachother. wherever he went someone was there, until he finally got sick of it and began going to the garden bench. with a book, sometimes, giving some of the sappy love stories y/n mentioned a try or even the poetry books she sent with noctua awhile back, they were okay, but his heart hurt at the feeling of relation in every line. he could only read one or two poems at a time, without tears forming in his green orbs.

sometimes he went with a pen and a notebook. he wrote about everything. the smell of the plants around him, the feeling in his chest when the dark lord called for a meeting. most of the notebook, though, was filled with poems of his own. and letters he had no intention of sending for her own safety. she wasn’t in harms way, though, other followers were preoccupied with ruining weddings and other things they considered fun. he blabbered on for pages, about how he missed seeing noctua fluttering towards him at breakfast. how he rereads the letter that dumbledore gave him the night he died. how she listened to him rant on and on, giving her support no matter how evil he felt. how he found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.

snow was falling once again, he had to dress in layers, making it hard to write often, the plants started dying as cold settled over and his mother no longer babied him like she used to before the death eaters began inhabiting the mansion. he couldn’t keep himself company any longer and gave into the pressure he put on himself. as long as they were careful, she’d be in no destruction- he prayed as he wrote what seemed to be an appropriate response after all this time.

like it had been decades, she flinched at the noise of the owl on the window, carrying a much larger scroll that he’d ever sent before, some parts scratched out and written above. his writing was much less tidy than she remembered, like the letters on the page were anxious for her reaction.

love,

after all this time, im sorry you are just now hearing from me. you have ever single right to be annoyed with me, after you listened to me for months, helping me emotionally in ways i never be able to repay you for. you do not need to forgive me, or write me back. i just wanted to keep you safe. but i needed to tell you everything before it might actually be to late. you’ve probably moved on and forgotten about me, like you should, but i guess im saying that i am alive. i didn’t kill him either. snape did. i thought i was going to be able to, but he started talking about you. he gave me a letter from you that he had already opened, the words repeated in my head over and over. you talked about how i deserved another chance, and how you wish I’d was there with you. right before he died he asked me if i loved you. i knew the answer but didn’t have time to say it. ive read your poetry books, they aren’t as bad as i once thought, i can’t read to many at once. i try to forget what dumbledore said that night, and that night altogether. but one day i read ‘that’s how you know you love someone, i guess. when you cant experience anything without wishing the other person was there to see it too.’ when i sit in the garden i imagine you smelling the flowers, myself picking one and putting it behind your ear. when i go on walks i imagine your hand in mine. youre in my dreams. my never ending thought. i remember the way i felt when we started talking a lot, and how I felt when we didn’t get a chance. you listened to me when no one else offered. not even my parents. i hope your doing okay, and smiling and laughing. i don’t care if we talk about absolutely nothing, i just want to talk to you. i know that’s unfair to you after all ive weighed on you. but i guess that’s all, i love you. draco ♡

well this certainly didn’t get him off her mind. she didn’t need to either. ofcourse she was going to write him back, but she needed time to think about her response. she missed the next day of school, and his owl was comfortably standing on her desk, nibbling away at the water and crumbs. she took an hour long shower, multiple naps, raided her fridge, and had to email the school pretending to be her mum, excusing her for the day. before she even knew what she was going to write, she began on a new piece of paper. she’d have thought longer, but was sure draco would be convinced she stole noctua out of anger.

draco,

wow. i don’t really know what to say. i knew you weren’t a killer, and i meant what i said about you deserving more chances. i will admit i was angry, and a bit confused. i sent that letter with high hopes. i don’t know what i was hoping for at the time, i was being incredibly selfish. but couldn’t help myself feel pained when you didn’t mention it in the next letter when you said harry hexed you. i know we can’t be together, especially not right now, but i love you too. i wish more than anything you were here with me right now, and it was you i’d be graduating with half a year from now. i wish you were in the passenger seat of my car while i drive through the city. i wish you could point out the constellations in the sky. i usually can’t read to many poems either, they get me thinking to much. im ready to write again if you are.

y/n

draco hadn’t felt more joy in a long time. around seven months. she loved him, and that was enough happiness for a life time. he just needed to stay alive.

they continued to stay in touch, almost as if they never stopped talking, entertaining eachother as much as possible, masking their separate misery and the distance between them. he could get time away from the reality that was his life for a while, he thought, until snatchers brought the trio he spent so long bickering with to the manor.

a very distorted looking harry fell before him, his hair tightly gripped by bellatrix.

‘well, is it him’ he knew it was harry. and yet a part of him couldn’t bring himself to letting the boy get killed.

‘i can’t be sure’ he lied

‘draco, look closely son’ lucius said loudly, getting a grip on the back of dracos neck before leaning in and whispering.

‘if we are the ones that hand potter to the dark lord, all will be f-forgiven. a-all will go back to how it was’

his father and the and a snatcher quickly got into an arguement. lucius was yelling something about the manor before narcissa calmed him with a hiss.

‘don’t be shy, sweetie come here take a closer look’

draco was know level with him. the scar was still visible on his forehead, and swollen eyes staring back at him, hopeless.

‘what’s wrong with his face’ draco said

‘yes what is wrong with the boys face’ a shrill voice repeated

‘he was like that when we got him, something he picked up in the forest i reckon’

bellatrix walked away, laughing away at something. the blonde boys eyes were still on harry, before he felt a tap on his shoulder. bellatrix began acting out, yelling about a sword, putting ropes around snatchers neck from the end of her wand. sword now in her hand she walked over to ronald weasley, grabbing his collar and demanding that the boys be put in the cellar.

a different draco would have gladly watched a mudblood be tortured by his aunt. but he flinched at every scream of hermione, unable to watch he went to the next room, resisting tears as he thought of the girl he fell for enduring the same. she had moved onto the goblin- ridiculing it about who got into her vault- and hermiones screams were now gone.

‘youre lucky, goblin, the same won’t go for this one’ he heard footsteps

‘like hell it wont’ he heard ron yell, followed by the expelliarmus and what must have been harry stupefying his father. draco rushed in, now dueling a more normal looking harry, until their attention caught on bellatrix, a knife to grangers throat. they dropped there wands, and he did as instructed, picking them up. lucius was summoning the dark lord when they heard a tittering on the ceiling, and the chandlier crashing. it all moved so fast and harry was now wrestling draco for his wand back. he tried, but harry had already pried it out of his cold and shaky hands.

‘STUPID ELF. THAT COULD HAVE KILLED ME’

‘dobby never meant to kill. dobby only meant to maim or seriously injure’ the house elf squeaked, and draco had never resisted a chuckle so hard.

‘HOW DARE YOU TAKE A WITCHES WAND. HOW DARE YOU DEFY YOUR MASTERS’

‘dobby has no master, dobby is a free elf, and he has come to save Harry Potter and his friends.’ and with that they apparated out, not without bella throwing a knife into the mix.

meanwhile, y/n was receiving letters of her own. not from draco either. letters from the schools she applied to. so far everything was good, except for princeton, but she didn’t have the highest expectations. she was accepted to the university of british columbia, seattle university, even ucla. she only had one letter left, and the large stuffed yellow envelope sat in her hands. she wasn’t sure about it- would she even be able to go to the univeristy of london? it was far, but draco was there, well closer to there atleast. accepted- it read. it was an option, and she still had weeks to think about it.

draco was very hesitant to write after the incident at the manor, the screams of Hermione, and the terrifying looking potter still vivid in his brain and nightmares. he often woke from sleep in a sweat, yet freezing cold. whispers of the war around his house also haunted his mind and soul. he’d walk to the window and look up at the the stars, they were under the same sky, at least. eventually he had to write her, it had been half a month and he couldn’t leave her hanging alone again.

y/n

love, im sorry for being hesitant, but there is going to be a war. i hate to leave you contact-less, but i need you to be safe now more than ever. i couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt. potter and his friends were brought here to the manor, it didn’t last long- they escaped within the hour and a half. with that doped elf, and a goblin too. if you don’t hear from me again, remember i love you. and always will.

draco

of all the letters y/n had recieved, from draco in all, that was probably the most displeasing. a war? like with tanks and bombs? tears were shedding down her face as she wrote the shortest response yet. knowing he most definitely didn’t have time to listen to her talk about schools, and how she got accepted to london, but her parents deemed it to far, ubc would have to do, she’d find her way to him eventually, if they were meant to be.

draco

stay safe, i love you.

yn.

draco now stood at snapes new office, dozens of corpses on the floor, pooled in blood. the dark lord speaking parsel tounge to nagini. no one needed to speak it to know that the man was infuriated about something potter had done.

the information he left was lacking, was he serious? what did wizarding wars even look like? her graduation date was set, June 6th, but it all seemed irrelevant, suddenly picking out a dress didn’t seem as fun as she thought, same with getting portraits taken. should she have said more?

next thing he knew the protection spell was countered and he apparated in, grabbing zabani and goyle by the collar. rushing them into a corridor and waited for the door of the room of requirement to completely vanish before approaching himself. they successfully found harry, opening a box carefully before finally drawing attention to themselves.

‘well well, what brings you here, potter’ draco said, softly, much to his surprise as he meant it to sound snarky and rude

‘i could ask you the same’

‘i believe you have something of mine, and id like it back’ was he becoming… kind?

‘whats wrong with the one you have?’ harry replied

‘it’s my mothers, powerful but different, doesn’t fully understand me, im sure you know the feeling’

‘why didn’t you tell her. bellatrix? you knew it was me, and you didn’t tell her’ he wasn’t exactly sure what to say, nor did he know. harry really didn’t have anything to do with his feelings for y/n, maybe he should have just turned in him when he had the chance, it would all be over if he had.

‘don’t be a wuss draco, just do it now’ goyle whispered in his ear, making him chill the same way bellatrix did on the astronomy tower, almost a year ago.

‘expelliarmus’ hermione half shouted, causing narcissas want to fly out of dracos hands and run the other way.

‘avada kedavra’ goyle missed and weaslebee started chasing after them, yelling something about his girlfriend. turning back around after goyle unsuccessfully casted the fiendfyre curse.

fear was making his body almost rattle as he desperately climbed bookcases in an attemp to outrun the flames. he watched goyle fall, into the orange. yes, he was a complete and utter twat, but wasn’t a half bad friend during dracos bullying peek. his foot slipped, now just his hands were keeping him up, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. in the distance he saw the three, zooming off to safety in the distance, leaving them their to die. not that he blamed them, after anything he did to them, he would have probably left himself there aswell.

but potter was flying towards him, arm out-stretched, grabbing onto his own and hoisting himself on the broom. had he already died? must not have, because the heat had finally caughten up. feeling as though he was going to pass out, he gripped tighter onto harry, maintaining his position on the broom. so much for staying safe. the second they made it out, they crashed onto the ground. he wanted to thank harry, but found himself running off instead.

explosions and hexes were being sent everywhere. people dying left and right. giants and trolls and spiders helping, he found himself in the slytherin common room. partially because he wanted to say goodbye, as he never wished to return to the building again once he had the choice. and partially as he was now aware of a large burn on his arm, and he felt a need to put off fighting until absolutely necessary. he entered through the portrait, for the last time. it felt like an aquarium, looking out upon the lake filled windows, merpeople and the giant squid often zooming by. he sat down upon the sofa, where he spent countless hours avoiding homework, plotting against potter and swimming in lust of his pure-blood status that now felt like a curse. he went up to his dorm, where he did very similar things. he wondered as to what he would be doing if he was a muggle right now. picking out a suit for graduation, buying a corsage for his date, but he wasn’t, so he best get going. running his hands along the furniture before leaving, not looking back.

the noise in the entrance courtyard had completely been diminished and draco found his way into the crowd of students pooling in. death eaters swarmed towards them at a painfully slow place, his mother and father near the head of the group. he noticed hagrid, towering above them, carrying what could only have been harrys corpse.

he watched carefully as they approached, trying to wedge himself inbetween and behind other students.

‘harry potter is dead’ voldemort paused ‘from now on, you put your faith in me’ silence fell over the hundreds of people who were know gathered. he swished his robes and turned backwards facing his followers

‘HARRY POTTER IS DEAD’ obnoxious and deafening cackles erupted

‘and now is the time to declare yourselves. come to our side, or die’ even more silence fell.

‘draco’ his father hissed before repeating ‘draco’

he felt eyes fall all over him, gazing expectantly. tears ran down his face.

don’t talk like that, saying you don’t have a future. you do draco, you deserve another chance and infinite amounts of them. was this what she meant? he’d been looking for another chance, maybe this was it.

he shook his head no, and noticed his father had fallen a shade of pale he didn’t know existed.

‘Draco, DRACO’ he yelled, clearly enranged, but before he could continue - a movement shifted in hagrids arms, and harry fell out. in a heartbeat draco threw his wand to the scar faced boy. he caught it, looking grateful as he could while casting some sort of spell at nagini. death eaters were disappearing into the air- including lucius, narcissa being dragged with him.

draco didn’t know what to do with himself, he was wandless and he couldn’t fight, unless he wanted to engage in an actual physical duel, which he didn’t. he found himself in the great hall, asking professor sprout if she needed help patching those up, she pulled him into a hug, unexpectantly. he never recalled such contact or connection with a professor. he spent the rest of the battle helping healing wounds with dittany, and caring for those left in the wake. it was a nice distraction from the fact he would most definitely be disowned, left a family-less orphan at 17.

y/n couldn’t blame him for not writing, he clearly stated that it might be the last time. but every night she cried until she couldn’t cry anymore, or until she fell asleep. how could she like him so much? they’d never even met. she didnt really need to see him to know him, his letters told him enough about him. and she could only hope- that if he managed through his six year without killing his headmaster, he could make it through the war.

he delayed going back to the manor for as long as possible, until he decided to apparate directly into his room. he considered packing his things up, but realized no one was home. he was thankful, he don’t think he would ever be able to fully confront his parents again. he fell asleep in his bed, and slept for 48 hours straight. he slept through very vivid dreams, ones of y/n being tortured the same way as Hermione, ones of the dark lord coming alive once again and killing his mother because of his choices. he couldn’t bring himself to sleep again purposefully, no matter how exhausted he was. the days weren’t much better, his mind raced at unbelievable paces. he saw the dead bodies laying around the great hall, the unrecoverable ones. maybe he should have just fallen into the fire, surely that would have been easier. he was slowly becoming thinner, and always needed multiple blankets to even stay at a somewhat warm temperature, his heart beat faster than normal. he often felt pains in his neck, and his eyes were almost always puffy from crying. he spent so much time in bed he almost didn’t hear his owl flutter onto his nightstand mid afternoon, a small package tied loosely around his neck.

he opened it to see a letter, muggle candies and a worn book. suddenly he felt more awake, and be shot up a little to fast then he should have, sitting on the edge of his bed.

draco.

i don’t know where you are, or if youre alive, if youre reading this now. i hope this doesn’t arrive at a bad time. but your 18 now, so happy birthday. if you are seeing this, i still love you. i think about you all the time. i hope you are okay, and safe. in case you don’t end up writing me back, i just thought I’d give you some random information to keep you company and away from your mind. i graduate tomorrow. i look at your picture everyday. I remember what you once told me about following my dreams, so instead of medicine, im going to study literature and business next year. im staying in kelowna aswell for now, hoping maybe you’ll be able to visit someday. im sure you’d like it. my favourite colour is still green. i don’t know what else to say.

always here to listen if you’d like to talk. yn.

was it actually his birthday? had it already been a month since the war? it felt like a year but the visions played over and over like it was yesterday. it took him awhile before it clicked. the war was over, Voldemort was dead and there was no one to stop him from seeing her. he completely disregarded the lightheaded feeling he got when he stood up to fast- and rushed to his wardrobe. it took him a bit longer than he thought to pack up all his clothes, including the thousands of letters he kept hidden in a large drawer. the trunk was a bit heavier than he may have thought, and he ended up needing to take a car, in fear that he may not be able to apparate successfully to the airport without injuring himself. he quickly found out that muggle travelling was harder than he thought, and security and customs were also apparently a thing that all people needed to get through.

he wrapped himself in his cloak and didn’t get a drop of sleep the whole plane ride. it was nighttime when they flew over montreal, and then toronto. the sun rose as they crossed through winnipeg, regina, and calgary. he didn’t know this himself ofcourse, but he aggressively hit the map on the screen in front of him, desperate to know where he was. he only got an hour of half decent sleep before he felt rattling of the plane landing, and he gripped tightly onto the arm rests. he struggled for half an hour before he even got sight of his luggage on the moving thing that went round and round. compared to London, kelownas airport was very small and easy to navigate. the air outside was hot, making draco feel even more self concious about his clothing choices.

y/n put her hair back into a twist with a clip taking a suprising amount of effort to make sure it looked okay. her makeup was natural looking, nothing crazy but she looked gorgeous none the less. she slipped into her black romper, some canadians didn’t wear their fancy dresses to convocation, only something simple to go with the cap and gown. she arrived at the ceremony, seeing everyone, with excited smiles and laughs, conversing amongst themselves. and every memory came rushing back. they sat in rows on a stage, listening to the heartfelt and extremely cheesy speech the staff made every single year. she’d never noticed how many kids were in her age group until they were being called up one by one.

‘alex can’

‘ruth lee’

and the list went on and on until finally

‘y/n l/n’ the moment had come, and she shook everyone’s hand, receiving her diploma and flipping her caps tassel to the left. ‘y/n is staying around next year, and attending the university of british columbia okanogan, good luck l/n’ her principal said and claps continued like they had and the rest of the list finished sooner, or seemed to go by faster, she wasn’t sure.

draco had never had to find a taxi by himself, but once he did he gave the driver the only place he knew, the address he saw on the top corner of her first response almost two years ago.

y/n pulled away from the school grounds, watching them disappear in her rear view mirror. it was hot with a breeze, but she smiled the whole way home. she’d done it, made it through every assignment and class, dealt with attention hungry bitches, and crappy teachers. the next door was truly opening. pulling up to her house, and closing her car door as she hopped out, she watched her feet carry her up to the house. turning the corner, she saw him, sitting there on her steps, a present wrapped horribly in his hands, looking very out of place in his black cloak. she stopped in her own steps and he hesitantly stood up, before she launched herself into his arms breathing in his cologne, finally together after all this time.

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ilikefandom · 3 years

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Guilt and Unwanted Attention

Request: Hi love<3 do you think you could do a part 2 to the snape x reader fic where he goes to jail. Maybe the reader has moved on and Severus realized he messed up and wants her back? If not I understand

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Angst, with a hopeful ending

Synopsis: (Y/n) meets the cute barista of a Cokeworth cafe, Severus assumes they're in love.

Pairings: Severus Snape x Fem reader

Warnings: Angst, mention of alcohol consumption

It had been a few months since the trial had ended, and the same amount of time since Severus Snape had spoken to (Y/n). He still felt guilty about how he had treated her and he needed to speak to her again.

He went to her house. He stood outside her window at night. He ran his fingers over all of the letters she had sent him that he didn’t bother to answer. Severus Snape was a mess. A ball of rubbish hormones and feelings, no better than his teenage students.

He needed her. As a friend. As a best friend. Maybe even, as a partner, although he could never consciously admit that.

(Y/n) had the same need as Severus, however, the light that had filled their friendship had slunk away, replaced by the shadow of its disappearance. Her sadness filled her days and the letters that she sent to him dwindled into nothing.

If all the trying was for nothing, then maybe Severus did mean what he said to her, and that he didn’t want to be with her anymore, as a friend or anything else.

She made her way to the local cafe in Cokeworth, deciding to take in more muggle culture for her return to Hogwarts in the Fall to teach muggle studies. And to think she took a year off, just to follow Severus’ trial. Sliding into her booth with her new muggle technology, a cell phone, (Y/n) searched for something, anything to keep her mind off of Severus.

She had only been there a few times and the barista was always nice. He would make her tea just right and gave her the perfect ratio of cream and sugar. His name was Jaymi and he was wonderful.

Over the time she had known him, Jaymi kept to himself, but he always understood her and her feelings. He had, in time, confessed that he didn’t usually work at the counter. He was one of the owners of the cafe and both he and his sister, Alex, enjoyed it immensely.

He began to slowly sneak his way into her heart, being a muggle, she couldn’t disclose her true job, but he found out she was a teacher at a boarding school. Jaymi always made her smile, and that job position had been vacant for a while.

Severus, on the other hand, prefered to make his espresso himself so he only ventured down to the cafe for the black potion that kept him awake. Putting on some muggle clothes and tying his hair up, he made his way down to the main street.

He heard laughter from the cafe as he stepped inside. Frozen in the moment, he gazed at (Y/n) who was sitting at a table with a computer, laughing at something a young man had said, a muggle man.

“Jaymi! How are you so hilarious?” (Y/n) chortled as she continued to type a lesson plan for October.

“I say it’s pure genetics. Or maybe a spark for people I like.” His eyes sparkled as he smiled down at (Y/n).

“Enough with the electricity puns Jay!” She continued to giggle to herself.

Jaymi, noticing that Snape was in the door looked over at him and smiled. “What can I get you today?”

(Y/n) resisted the urge to turn around when she heard Severus’ melodious voice say, “An espresso.” She became rigid, her crush from both work and childhood, was standing right behind her, months after their blow up.

“Hello, Severus.” (Y/n) said as she continued to work on her slide show.

Severus grunted in return, more annoyed with Jaymi than anyone else. (Y/n) looked nice today, and he craved that niceness to be directed to him and not at some nobody from this tiny town.

Jaymi handed him the shot and strode back over to (Y/n). “So how about that date, (Y/n)? I’m sure we can find something new wave and current, to do.”

(Y/n) put her face in her hands. “Jaymi, that was a bad one!”

“Not as bad as I have it for you (Y/l/n). So what do you say? Meet me at 7 at the Brewhouse?” Jaymi wasn’t being pushy about it, but his tone made Severus grimace as he fled from the small restaurant, placing some muggle money on the counter top.

Here he was again. Bested by another man. James Potter had married Lily and Harry had been born as a constant reminder of the torture of his youth. At least, at that time, he had (Y/n) to support him and make sure that he didn’t get in too deep with the death eaters or anyone else.

But now, he had alienated her as well and he only had himself to blame. If he hadn’t shouted at her, if he hadn’t kicked her out, they wouldn’t be in this situation.

Snape trudged his way back to his home, and as he sunk into his armchair, the tears that had once filled (Y/n)’s eyes fell from his. He was all alone, again, and he only had himself to blame.

However, if Severus had bothered to stay for a few minutes after, he may not have been feeling as hopeless as he did right now.

“Jaymi, I appreciate your offer, but I’m not in the right headspace for a relationship right now.” (Y/n) closed her laptop and slid it into the case before placing it in her bag.

“I understand, no problem, do you still want to go out to the Brew though? As friends of course. I knew you wouldn’t want to be with me as soon as that emo looking guy came in to get himself some coffee.” Jaymi sipped at his tea before collecting (Y/n)’s cup for washing.

“Jaymi, how did you know that I liked him?” (Y/n) was puzzled as she looked at her friend disappearing behind the counter.

“You should have seen your own face when he spoke. It looked like you were about to cry, scream for joy, and then jump into his arms.” Jaymi smiled. “It’s the exact look I had when I was taking a break from my ex.”

“Oh, that’s interesting. Sev and I have been friends since we were kids. We work together actually.” (Y/n) smiled at Jaymi who returned his own flash of teeth.

“Oh let me guess what he teaches. Art?”

“Nope.”

“Drama?”

“Wrong again Jaymi.”

“English?”

“No Jay. I’ll give you a hint. It’s a science.”

“Physics then. I have yet to meet a non eccentric physicist.” Jaymi said confidently.

“Chemistry, Jaymi. He teaches both lower and higher level chemistry.”

Jaymi smacked himself on the forehead. “Why didn’t I think about that? He totally has a mad scientist vibe! You go get him love!”

(Y/n) gave a smile and left the cafe, bidding Jaymi farewell. Having friends was a complicated enterprise. And being in love was an even more difficult one.

As (Y/n) slipped into her bed that night she had no idea that her brooding crush was doing the same, both of them aching for the same thing, but only one convinced that they could achieve it.

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting. Please send in more so I can write more please. Yes Jaymi is named that on purpose. If you catch the subliminal tie to Snape’s past you get a cookie from me.

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deepperplexity · 4 years

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A/N: Pt.2 of Train Ticket Madness [pt.1] - Imagine request by avisfortunae @ Wattpad: "I wonder if Snape has ever been on the internet?"

Summary: You went with professor Snape on the train, and then a bus - all the time the air bristled with the tension between you both and when you finally arrived at his home you felt overwhelmed and lacking. But he puts those thoughts out of your mind, and the darker side of you comes crawling out with a need to submit. Enticed by his commanding presence. As your mind betrays your thought of him as a master - in the bedroom - he gives you a nickname. Only for you...

Pairing: Snape x Muggleborn Reader

Setting: First a muggle train, then a muggle bus and finally Snapes home

ABBR.: │ (y/n) - Your Name │ (y/l/n) - Your Last Name │ (e/c) - Eye Colour │(s/c) - Skin Colour │

Word Count: 5083 (yeah, a bit long but...)

Warnings: PG15, Swear Words, Sexual content, Soft Dominance

Masterlist page // Masterlist post

The train bumped along, thudding and squeaking noises could be heard from time to time. But you could not hear it. You did not notice the bumping or the people getting on and off, on and off, finding seats, standing around, walking by. No, you noticed none of them. No other person mattered; only the man sitting beside you.

Your knees were touching; however, he did not spare you a single glance. He hadn't since you both had sat down on the worn-down seats of the smelly train. You could not find any words to utter, neither did he speak. There was only a thick silence between you - like a heavy fog settling in for the night. What do I do now?

The thought had you frozen. Unmoving. You barely even blinked, afraid to miss the moment he would look at you; acknowledge you in some way. But he did not. The train ride seemed to go on an on and you still weren't sure why he did not just apparate? He could, could he not? You could so why would the amazing professor be unable to? I don't understand, we literally could skip this whole damn train ride and just go instantly where ever you want to- "It is not that simple." His sudden words made you yelp and jump a bit, unprepared for the gruff voice sounding so close to your ear.

He looked down at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, "You may not know this, but there are people who would gladly keep tabs on my whereabouts. Using magic to travel leaves traces. Traces I would rather avoid at this particular moment." You hung on to every word he uttered in that low rumble of a voice and he was right, you didn't know and you had no clue as to why he would want to keep his whereabouts secret. How would one even trace him? He's not underaged, he doesn't have the Trace on him?

"There are other ways..." he growled, "illegal, yes, but these people, do not care about such things." You shrunk in your seat, perhaps because how heavy his presence suddenly got or because his voice felt like a weighted blanket. "I, don't understand," you said with a low voice. He just huffed and shifted his gaze away from you. No explanation came and the silence-fog laid thick around you once again.

You had left the train, you scurried behind him as he took larger, longer, quicker strides than you were used to. You walked slightly behind him through the little station; all around you people were on their way somewhere - their destinations clear in their minds. Yours was not. You had no idea where you were heading - still you followed Severus like a lost little puppy. Just happy to be close to him.

His billowing coat was like a storming cloud on a windy moonlit night. You took care not to touch it, afraid of what the fabric would have felt like. Afraid of breaking the little spell you held on to; the little spell that kept him with you, allowed you to be close to him. You peered up towards his face, half-hidden behind the black hair the surrounded his head like curtains. What I'd do to run my hands through it... You scolded yourself for allowing your thoughts to wander again. He can read you mind stupid!

You both stepped into a red bus, he led the way but stepped aside once you were near all the way back in the bus - he nodded with his head for you to sit in the seat closes to the window. As you were moving towards the seat you brushed up against his chest. You could have sworn that you felt his heart pound beneath those layers of fabric.

Your cheeks blushed slightly, he arched his brow in that oh so gorgeous way and you looked at him through your lashes for a mere second before taking your seat. Your heart raced, your pulse roared in your ears and his divine smell reached you despite all other smells trying to invade your nose. You breathed in a long, steadying breath through your nose as you hoped he didn't realise what you were doing. Sage, peppermint and that smell that was all him filled you. Made you tingle in places nobody else had ever reached. Without physical touch.

The bus rolled into traffic and that silence became heavier for every stop you passed. His knee touched yours a few times and each time a jolt went through your body as if the stormcloud had released lightning. Breathe (y/n). Just breathe, you told yourself over and over as small beads of sweat were misting the skin of your neck. He was so close, to close, yet not close enough.

I don’t even know where we are going… I’m such an idiot! Yes, by all means just follow the growling man with the extreme presence and let him take you where ever he pleases because you are nothing more than a little puppy happily wagging your tail for you master! MASTER?! Where the fuck did that come from? Your cheeks blushed and you hid your face from him by looking out the window. But you could feel how your face, ears and chest were burning up with - well embarrassment, yes but, excitement too perhaps?

You hade struggled for the last 30 minutes with your thoughts, his presence, his smell, the jolting and burning sensations that seemed to have travelled all through your body. “We’re here,” he said and the low rumbling that was his voice caressed you like a night breeze. You nodded and trailed after him out of the bus. You had no clue where you were. You had never been in that town but the bus stop sign said ‘Cokeworth End’ at least so you were still in the town he had bought train tickets for - when did he have time to buy them? I left, he came straight after me? No? You pondered about the tickets for a mere moment.

His hand landed at the small of you back - you were instantly electrocuted by jolts of all kinds of emotions. Your body went stiff, rigid, and at the same time, it felt as though you melted. Somewhere deep inside something was soothed by that simple little placement of his hand. That tiny touch that was all new to you. “This way,” he said and gave you a little nudge. You needed that little push as you were apparently frozen in place. All thought going towards that large hand steering you softly but swiftly.

You walked in a brisk pace, between houses and along some wider streets. All houses looked the same. The air was thick and heavy; but not in a good way. Dark clouds loomed above your heads and everything seemed to be dampened. At some point, Severus’s hand had started to push a bit harder, “Quickly,” he had murmured and you obliged. Where are we even- “Here,” he said and it interrupted your thoughts.

He stepped up a few steps and unlocked a black door. In to a house, a home. No, wait? No fucking way! His house?! What the- I can’t be here! Alone. With. With him?! I can’t, I can’t be here! Your thoughts rushed and you took one step back. Severus turned around. His face harsh, his skin looked paler and those deep onyx eyes were swirling with some unknown emotion. Something you had never seen in those eyes before but much like that expression he had worn in the tunnel over two hours ago. Horror, it looked like horror and fear. It made you gulp.

“Inside,” he huffed, “please…” he added with a clipped yet softer voice. You shook your head, I can’t go in there! That’s his house, his home! It’s not for me to enter! The conflicting emotions you held about wanting to enter, wanting to see, wanting to smell and sense the imposing man’s home battled with the fear of entering, the fear of crossing a line, the fear of being alone with him in the comfort of his own home. “Inside,” Severus said once more and gripped your arm, he hauled you inside with one harsh movement - yet it didn’t hurt and his grip was not too tight. Just assertive.

His home was small yet had enough space for all comforts of a home from what you could see. You were, in all honesty, a bit overwhelmed. You looked around, your eyes wide as they took in as much of the home as you possibly could. From the worn carpet on the floor to the somewhat dusty lamp in the ceiling, from the paintings hanging on the walls to the books stacked just about everywhere. There were trinkets, vials, bottles and what you believed to be jars of different potions ingredients on every available space.

But the house was not cluttered not dirty. It wasn’t unorganized our messy. There was order and everything was neatly placed. “Your, your home…” you mumbled and the chuckle that sounded from behind you made you turn. He was looking at you, his eyes bored into your own. Onyx coloured to your (e/c) ones. “Do not look so surprised. Despite rumours, I do not dwell in a dungeon. Neither do I live my life completely bound to Hogwarts. I do have a life besides my work and I do have a home besides my quarters at the school.” His voice rumbled and bounced against the walls in the little hallway.

Your head hung slightly, you had not meant to offend him. That thought had not even occurred to you. YOu had never listened to rumours like that when you attended Hogwarts. “(y/n),” he said and to hear him say your name reminded you of that little puppy once more. You eagerly looked up at him, had you had a tail it would most likely have been wagging. Wagging ridiculously.

He took a step towards you, you took a step back - why? You had no idea. He intimidated you, made your brain stupid, your fingers restless and you skin burn with a longing to touch and be touched. He halted, as did you. Your arms came up and wrapped around yourself. “Do not be afraid,” he said and his voice was soft. Yes, soft. It rumbled but softly like soft waves caressing a beach. You looked at his face, then your eyes wandered down. You counted the buttons and your fingers tingled with the need to unbutton them all. “I-” you had no idea what to say as your thought were invaded with thoughts of his naked skin against yours, his rough hands caressing, grabbing, stroking and exploring.

You imagined ripping away his cravat after having untied it slowly, twelve buttons… Twelve buttons to undo… What, what would you do if I reached for you? What would you do if I wanted to undress you? Explore you? Kiss you? What would I do, if you’d let me rove over your body… Enjoy it, find it, stroke it… Love it... Your cheeks flushed. You felt hot and bothered as heat curled through your body like a hungry snake. Wrapped itself around every limb. It suffocated you. Slowly. Deliberately.

Memories flashed in your mind. Potion class. A billowing coat. Thundering heart. Pounding between your legs. Lonely nights in the dorm. Cold eyes. Unyielding lips. Dismissive huffs. Cold shoulders. Years of denial. Years of hiding. It rushed towards and through you like galloping centaurs. You were panting. Light sweat started to mist your skin and your hands shook.

What would you do, what would happen, if I unbuttoned those twelve buttons… If I kissed you… If I loved your body as I love your mind and soul..? “(y/n).” The single word of your name left his lips in a silent breath. It danced in the air. Your eyes grew wider as the realisation hit you. He had yet again read your mind. But before you had a chance to blush further or yell words of intrusion he stepped towards you.

It caught you off-guard. His movements were so graceful and swift. He grabbed you, fiercely. Your body suddenly pressed against his. His cold hands landed on your body, one at the small of your back pressing you towards him, one at the nape of your neck holding you tightly to he could look straight into your wavering eyes. “Do, not, play, with me…” His words were a rush of breath - so silent yet so strong. It heated your face and his grip tightened as your own hands travelled up to his shoulders.

“S-severus, this is, this is wrong.” Your words stilled him, his body seemingly frozen. “Why?” he simply asked without letting you go. You stuttered but pressed out the words. “We were student and professor, your amazing and wonderful in every sense, I have longed for you since; since forever and you… You…” Tears pricked at your eyes and he placed a soft, oh so feather-light, kiss on your forehead. “We were. Not any longer. My feelings for you, this, is not new. It is ancient as the world. It has been forever and will be forever. My affection and want for you are unparalleled,” he said before leaning slightly back so you could see all of his face. The hooked nose, the thin mouth, the harch lines and the dark circles under his eyes. It all was perfection, to you.

You could not fathom what he was saying, how could his feelings for you be ancient? How could it be as old as the world itself? It confused you to no end but at the same time, you were filled to the brink of explosion with joy and relief. “Severus…” you mumbled his name and he gave you another one of those smiles. I just want you to kiss me, kiss me and be done with it… “No, (y/n), we will never be done. But we will begin,” he said and you had no time to collect yourself before his lips were pressed to yours. His grip hard and firm, his pounding heart could be felt against your own chest as he pressed himself into you.

Jolt after jolt travelled through you. Your hands snagged in his hair, he was moving you backwards. You did not care. You feasted on his lips as if you were a starving dog given a chunk of meat. No, no you were feasting on him as a puppy would lick its master when he came home - with joy and excitement. ...like you were my master… The thought rolled through you and Severus broke the kiss. You whimpered at the loss of contact. “Call me that again and we won’t make it to the bedroom,” he warned gravely and your face heated as your legs felt unsteady. “Get out of my mind…” you breathed while panting form the kiss.

He growled and lunged for your lips again. You took every stroke and lick of his lips, every press was answered eagerly by you. It was no secret to you that part of your love for him was his power, his presence, his way of being. It was a big part of him and that domineering, harsh part of him was what had lured you in from the beginning. You; sensitive, soft, kind (y/n) had been bound to a grim, unyielding, brutal man of seemingly never-ending darkness. You were frightened yet enthralled by the man. You feared his darkness yet knew that there could be no dark without light and the darker the shadow the brighter the light behind it.

You were moving again, up some stairs, you stumbled several times yet he held you firmly - kept you from falling. His strength was unyielding and your body was light to him. “Severus…” you panted as he opened a door behind you with a slight squeak. “Hush,” he said and kissed you yet again but this time he travelled down your chin and landed on your throat. The warmth of his lips was searing. The bedroom was dark and you could barely make out any details. Not that you even tried. You were too occupied by him. His lips, his hands, his breathes.

He pulled at your jacket, you shed it on the floor. Your shirt was next, he didn’t even bother with he buttons as he just ripped it open to expose your (s/c) skin to him. “Your beautiful,” he murmured and kissed your collarbones one by one. His hands held your hips, they were cold yet burned you. I, I can’t, I need… Like a puppy needs petting from its master I need- Severus’s growl rippled through the heavy air and he raised himself up to his full height. “Do not play with me, do not call me that unless you want to play…” His words were harsh and his eyes wicked. Ignited as you had never seen them before. You swallowed harshly.

You fingers trailed down from his hair, over his shoulders and towards the cravat. You looked up at him through you lashes with a wicked smile. You, master, have no idea what I’ve been dreaming of… You did not say the words out loud, that was too much but in mind, you could speak however and about whatever. You were braver in your mind than in your words. He arched an eyebrow towards you, you untied the cravat and pulled it from around his neck. You tossed it behind you in hopes of it landing on the bed somewhere back there.

“(y/n), careful now…” You gave him a small yet wicked grin as you moved to his many buttons of the frock beneath the billowing coat. You stopped before touching the first button. You instead grabbed the shoulders of the coat and pushed it off his shoulders. He let go of your hips to let the coat fall to the floor. “Thank you,” you said softly and his hands were back on your hips. Holding you firmly. To steady you or himself you didn’t know.

Your hands move to the first button again and slowly you began unbuttoning all twelve buttons. The tension was heavy, the aris seemed too still and no sounds were heard. As if the house was locked away somewhere - hidden somewhere no others could reach. It was just him and you.

As you released the last button his frock coat opened fully - revealing a black shirt with more buttons. You pulled at the frock coat and it - with some force - came of him. You were panting, his chest was heaving. Your heart pounded and your own blood seemed to roar in your ears. “Don’t gawk,” he said harshly as you were indeed gawking at the many, many little buttons of his shirt. Your fingers were already feeling a bit numb and your hands were shaking. You were too aroused, too eager, you had longed for too long after this moment. It could not come fast enough for you. Fucking buttons! You roared in your head as you scowled at the black little buttons. Severus chuckled and let go of your hips.

He pushed you slightly backwards, your calves hit the end of the bed when you stopped moving. He deftly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off together with your shoes and socks - you had no idea how he did it but you were nearly naked in an instant. He’s experienced… Too, too experienced maybe? You suddenly felt shy and scared of what was to come. You didn’t have a great deal of experience, a little but apparently not enough to satisfy him. Maybe I can’t, maybe he won’t… Maybe I’m not good enough for- “Schhh, no more. Do not belittle yourself or the pleasure I find in you, you have no idea (y/n)... No, idea,” he said harshly in a low rumbling growl.

His words echoed in your heart and groin. You nearly whimpered as his finger stroked you jawline softly but with intent. He held your gaze for a moment before his eyes flicker to your mouth. “Lay down, pup,” he said oh so softly. You obeyed and lowered yourself down to the bed before moving upwards. He roved your body with his dark eyes, a wicked gleam to them that had not been there a moment earlier.

He ripped open his shirt, no buttons scattered. They just slid through their holes as if obeying a command from him. You whimpered and panted as he stood before you, shirtless. His pale skin glowed form what little light came through the two windows in the room. You let your eyes linger a bit before you watched as his hands deftly undid his pants and got rid of the rest of his clothes in some swift movements that were somehow graceful.

You wetted your lips as he stood before you in all his naked glory. He was not what you had expected. He was not what you had thought. He had a slight belly, yet his body was not fat or untrained. His thighs were wide and looked ridged. His manhood was far from what you had ever dreamt of. Not in your wildest dreams had you been able to imagine such pride of a limb.

“Approve?” he asked with a rumble, you had no words for him. Only a nod. He gave you a small smile and took the two steps needed to arrive at the foot of the bed. “You take away all my thoughts of right, you obliterate all my walls, you, (y/n), make me a monster of lust…” His words washed over you and it felt as though they had been inside of him for a long, long time. “Spread your legs, pup,” he commanded with a soft bite to his dark voice. You obeyed instantly.

Sweat misted your skin as he crawled up between your legs. He kissed end nibbled, licked and stroked with his lips and tongue. You whimpered and bucked as he reached the apex of your thighs, right by your groin. He gave you a final, soft lick before travelling up your belly. Over your chest with a light flick of his tongue over each nipple that was stiff with arousal. “Severus…” you panted as his mouth kept travelling towards you own. “Pup…” he breathed against your cheek, “look at me…” You moved your head and looked at him as one of his cold hands travelled up the side of your body and the other kept him steady by the side of your head.

“Say it, once more. I’ll listen to your mind…” He said, seemingly he understood that in actual words you were not as brave, not as strong or vulgar. But in mind, you could tell him, you could ask him. You could say the things your dark side longed to utter. Love with me, touch me, connect with me in every way physically possible… Master… Your thoughts were hushed and your skin showed the heat that swirled through your veins from the thoughts, his touch, his proximity.

He smiled; a soft yet wicked smile. His onyx eyes gleamed and seemed to turn black as he leaned in and kissed you fervently. The passion he held for you leaked through as his movements quickened. Hardened. “Mmh, pup…” he mumbled before he dove to your groin - licking, suckling, stroking and loving with his lips and tongue. You whimpered his name as he drove you towards your destination of climax.

“Open your legs, pup.” His command was harsh and you obeyed instantly. “That’s it, good pup.” You felt embarrassed and endeared, belittled and empowered by his nickname for you in this game of dominance. He kept up his play of torture as his hands kneaded your thighs and hips. His skin misted with sweat and his breaths seemed harder and faster - just as your own were.

Your hands fisted in his hair and he hissed as you tugged but you felt, you could simply tell, that he enjoyed your harsh grip of his black tendrils. “Severus…” you whined as he built you up, up, up. Forced you to climb higher and higher. He gave one final stroke of his tongue and left you right on the edge. Every muscle in your body was tens, every nerve ending tingled and you felt such a need for release that tears pricked your eyes. He took his sweet time to climb your body, his skin rubbing against your own as he laid atop of you.

You pleaded, begged and writhed beneath him. Yet he gave you no release. “P-please,” you whined as tears rolled down your cheeks and he kissed them away. “Tell me you’ll stay,” he said. His voice was void of passion and heat, void from lust and feeling. It was a hollow sound that stabbed you right in the heart. Wrenched around like a rusted blade. Wha- what are you talking about? I, I don’t, what? You had no idea what he was asking you or what he wanted. You could not wrap you overheated brain around his words or his empty voice.

“Tell me you will stay, (y/n). Please,” he breathed and laid a light kiss to your temple. You shuddered as his manhood poked you. He was just as aroused as you, you could feel it. Yet he could speak with such hollowness. I will say whatever you want me to say... “I’m not asking for what I want you to say, I’m asking for you to stay, be mine, live with me. Be mine,” he growled and heat came back to his voice, passion spilt from his body like waves of heat.

Your heart quickened. Your brain went blank. The passion coiling and writhing within you became a dull ache. The world fell away as the reality of his words hit you like a bag of bricks. “You- you want me?” you stuttered, your voice half chocked. He only nodded, he did not look at you and you felt as though he was afraid to do so. As if something would change if he did. “Is it not obvious that I want you (y/n)? Have I not bared myself for you? Brought you to my home? In to my bed…”

His pride poked you again and it drew out a small his from you as the passion and arousal surged and came back with full force. “I will stay, forever.” You said the words with finality. There was, after all, nothing you wanted more than him. He was everything, even though you did not really know him you knew him more than most. You knew him, you felt him. He knew you, he felt you. There was something, a bond or bridge between you and nothing would be able to destroy it. I will stay with you until the end of time… Sev… You let your thoughts ring clear as the tears rolled down from a new reason

“Submit to me… Pup,” he said and the game was back. You were his, he was yours. A Master with his puppy. The idea thrilled you and you started to let him in. You submitted to him as you had never surrendered before. You gave him everything, let him take whatever he wanted as he gave you so much more in return.

Together you climbed, him between your legs, pounding relentlessly while stroking and petting you. He gave you soft kisses and harsh licks from time to time anywhere he could reach. Higher and higher you went until there was no more space to climb, as the world fell away from underneath your feet and you both fell through a core shattering climax. He moaned your name and it was the most glorious sound you had ever heard. Unlike him, you panted his name in a rush. Too consumed by the burning sensation that filled your body and too rallied by the tensing of muscles and tingling of nerves.

It took a long while before you could breathe again. It took even longer for your body to relax. But what took the longest was realising that you had been asked, and said yes, to stay with him. Be his. Be with him. But… what, what does that mean exactly? “It means,” you jumped slightly from his sudden words, “that I love you.” You went utterly still. Frozen. “It means, I will be yours and you will be mine.” He gave a kiss to your shoulder before he rose up on his side, supported by one arm as his other arm draped over you. “It means, we will live together and love each other in every way possible.”

Your body tingled again, it was all so sudden and your day had been brutal and wonderful. You were tired and wiped out. He just smiled and kissed your soft cheek. “Sleep,” he said in that rumbling voice of his. But you could not follow that command. “No,” you said softly, “no I don’t want to sleep. I want to lay here with you - until today becomes tomorrow…” Fear crept through you, just in case midnight breaks this spell and I lose you forever along with anything resembling a life.

Your thoughts were dark and Severus seemed to not be pursuing your mind at that moment as he only kissed the top of your head and pulled the cover over the both of you. You snuggle din close to him and he seemed unsure of what to do. It made you smile, “Just hold me, please,” you said softly, sweetly. “I have never done that before,” he said as he tentatively allowed you to curl up in his arms, your head against his chest. “I figured, don’t worry, you’re already doing it perfectly…” You mumbled as you felt that post-climax heaviness take over your body. Perhaps I’ll sleep, just, just for a moment…

You fell asleep in Severus’s arms, to the steady thumping of his heart and his strong arms wrapped protectively around you. You could have sworn that you felt him smile right as sleep claimed you. Right as you left reality only to be disappointed by your dreams since nothing could compare to your reality now.

Hey guys! So this took a long time to get posted but I just wrote this entire thing - today, like right now. xD It was a challenge I tell you, but I’m hoping you really liked this fic! ^^ Also… Writing sexual scenes so that the reader can be a male (have a male gender) or a female (have a female gender) is damn hard guys! O.O But, I think I managed, what do you guys think? xD

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clare-with-no-i · 3 years

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Omg! It’s the Figg anon, and I can’t believe you answered my question!! I love your discourse, and am totally tempted to get a tumble just so we can be discourse besties! Re: new anon house elves post, I agree that it’s inherently problematic to think of any enslaved creature as happy, esp. as that narrative has deep roots in American anti-abolitionist culture. IMO the magic that keeps house elves tied to families is so strong, that IF there was an elf alive at L&J’s death, it would have gone...

to Harry and shown up at Privet drive. I also think the elves are tied to the actual houses and in my HC the potters had a history of marrying HB’s, and their big estate came to them from a HB / non magic origin. Ridiculously twisted hc, I know. New less promblematic discourse topic: have you decided which county Potter Manor is in? (Or where the other MWPP+L hail from?)

omg! hello! it makes me so happy that you’re excited to be in the Discourse!! feel free to send an ask any time, always happy to receive them :) and very happy to make discourse besties tyvm!!

also I stan tf out of you rn for that note about American anti-abolitionist culture!! hell yes historical abolition discourse on my blog and contextualizing of literary themes!!!! I completely agree. I didn’t really have ample time this morning to get into the roots of that statement or its implications in that ask, but YUP. I’m with you. and this take on elves being tied to families is super interesting and I really dig your HC - but I also wonder how that would have worked with L+J going into hiding, the eventual hiding of Harry at the Dursley’s...etc. very intriguing though hmmm I could see myself diving into this idea and ending up with, like, a dissertation on Potter elf lore oh NO lmao

ok ALSO - this next question! I love it!! I was actually just talking to someone about how I really like Sophie Skelton for Lily because she has a northern English accent (I think somewhere in between General Northern English and Urban West Yorkshire accent, because she’s from a suburb of Manchester? if someone could correct me I’d be chuffed tysm), and I think it would be really dope if Lily was Northern, especially given the cultural divides between southern and northern England. I think having a Mancunian (or a small suburb of it, given that she’s from Cokeworth) Lily Evans would be a really cool aspect of her background. this would also mean that Snape had to train himself out of any dialectic tendencies toward a northern accent, which I ABSOLUTELY think is something he would do in order to fit in with Pureblood posh culture.

so, I think it’s canon that Sirius is from Islington, London, right? that’s were Grimmauld place is? but I don’t doubt he the family had country homes scattered throughout various counties.

I think James was probably from outside a small, wealthy town like Hertfordshire, where he could grow up with acres of land. I like to think that in such an historic town, there was also a lot of Wizarding history as well. And I think that GH was a family home that they might have gone too once or twice, given the Peverell history in that area.

ok I have no idea why, but I think that Peter grew up in, like, Thanet LOL. I could see him growing up in Margate but I have absolutely no idea why I think that. Planet Thanet ayyyyy where are my Kent people at??

WOO! I went crazy with this. thanks for asking!! :) x

#ask #anon #discourse #loved this ask #SMOOCH

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zeleniafic · 4 years

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Tess for the WBW ask game

Hell yussss thank you <3

B A S I C S

full name: Theresa Elizabeth Locklear

gender: female

sexuality: straight (rip)

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: only child to parents Elizabeth & Jonathan Locklear

birthplace: Cokeworth, England

job: student

phobias: DROWNING! she is also v afraid of losing all her friends/family and being alone. And she would never admit it but flying still kinda makes her nervous. Tbh I can’t think of more amusing/lowkey ones like bugs or clowns or such rn????

guilty pleasures: s u g a r q u i l l s

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extrovert

organized/disorganized: organized

close minded/open-minded: close-minded

calm/anxious: calm

disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: outspoken

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: tess x regulus

ot3: n/a

brotp: tess & lily, tess & sirius & james

notp: tess x sirius, tess x james, tess x snape

#wbw #ask game #a-song-of-quill-and-feather #ch: tess locklear #mine

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obviously-best-potions-master · 5 years

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Private Tea Party

Chapter 56

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Standing in front of the Stairwell Gargoyle, you took a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together. Headmistress has always been kind and sympathetic, but why she invited you, remained a mystery. McGonagall supported you in the most difficult moments, but of course not in the way Severus did. Who knows how your life would turn out here, if this man hadn’t shown a share of his attention toward a lonely downtrodden girl two years ago.

You didn't want to show Snape how worried you were, but as he could feel even the slightest change in your mood, it was silly to hope he wouldn’t notice.

Rubbing your shoulder, he tried to calm you down. “It’s just a friendly visit.”

“For you, but not for me. She’s Headmistress after all!”

“Well, I’m her Deputy, and you’re not afraid of me,” Snape smiled, pulling you closer.

He was right. But your relationship developed so smoothly and naturally, that you yourself didn’t even realize, how close you were becoming. Day after day, through constrained exchange of short simple phrases, you’ve grown to show a bit of care for each other, hesitant and insecure but so heartily. You didn’t notice, how you started spending more time together, just lingering in the lab at first, and going out later under pretext of gathering ingredients. Something drew you to each other and you couldn’t resist this mysterious force, fully giving yourselves to its power. Gradually you’ve built a strong connection, nothing in the world could destroy. Having this man was a blessing.

While all these thoughts were swirling in your head, the Gargoyle turned around, giving you access to the stairs. Snape's firm hand landed on your nape, slightly pushing you forward.

You gasped in amazement, once you entered Headmistress’ office. It was so magically magnificent here, that you forgot about your excitement for a moment.

“Oh, come in!” you heard the joyful voice of an old lively lady.

You blinked, looking around, but she was nowhere to be seen. Snape smiled, touched by your confusion. He took your hand and walked you to a small veranda, hidden behind dark green curtains with silver patterns.

“Finally!” McGonagall approached you, and literally snatching you from Snape's hands, sank you down on a chair at a small round table, set with a teapot and various treats.

Terribly embarrassed, you dropped your eyes, timidly picking at the folds of your dress. Severus leisurely took a seat next to you. Squeezing your hand, he forced you to look at him. His kind smile promised, that there was nothing to worry about, and you couldn’t help answering him the same. You felt so calm and easy at once.

McGonagall joined you almost immediately. Slightly tilting her head to the side, she admired you with a friendly smile.

“You look so beautiful together,” she clasped her hands in delight.

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked down again, trying to hide a humble smile.

“Minerva,” without a single emotion on his face, Snape interrupted her in almost a whisper.

“Don't be a bore, Severus!” she frowned at him and returned her glance back on you. “Help yourself, child!”

“How’s your study?” Headmistress’ look pierced you through.

“It’s good,” you answered quietly.

“And your relationship with the students?”

“Much better. At least they don’t touch me anymore. It seems like they’ve lost interest in me,” you smiled bitterly, remembering the hell they made your life before.

“Glad to hear that!” McGonagall took a sip from her cup. “So you spent the holidays together?”

Snape realized that numerous meticulous questions were not to be avoided, and joined in the conversation, with that only purpose, to save you from speaking. He began the story in his leisurely manner, starting from the day you first arrived at Cokeworth. Your man’s voice has always had a soothing effect on you and didn’t fail this time as well. You felt surprisingly comfortable in this cozy, almost family atmosphere. McGonagall’s favor was evident, and you finally relaxed. Complementing Snape's story with new details once in a while, slowly but surely you took the initiative, enthusiastically sharing your impressions about the time you’ve spent together.

McGonagall couldn't help but rejoice, watching the way Snape looked at you, the way his eyes sparkled with happiness. You two were made for each other.

If it were not for the soundproofing charms of the Headmistress’ office, the laughter of the three of you would be heard in the school corridors.

“I don’t know, if I could ever convince him,” you replied, laughing and wiping the tears from your face.

“Oh, dear, you have the power to make him do anything!” McGonagall made another unsuccessful attempt to calm down.

Snape sat, rolling his eyes and frowning with displeasure, when you were discussing how stunning he would look in a colorful Hawaiian shirt on your summer vacation. He couldn’t understand how your conversation went that far. “Women… They have an outstanding talent in changing topics...”

“I’ll make some more tea,” he snapped, realizing that you won’t leave him alone.

“You are the first one, who managed to tame his obscure temper!” McGonagall winked, when he disappeared in the depths of her office.

“No, he's not at all like that!” you objected. “He just pretends.”

“You're right! Nevertheless, he let you see it, which is no less important!” she agreed, and you grinned.

“Severus appealed to me with a request on your account,” McGonagall put her cup aside and looked at you intently. “To be honest, I was also going to offer you to stay at Hogwarts after graduation.”

You froze, being taken aback, not ready to discuss such serious things.

“I need to know if you’re ready for such responsibility and the pressure which comes along with it? Do you really want this? And by the way, you want it, right?” she still didn’t know, what you answered on Snape’s proposal.

You vigorously nodded your head. “I really want to. But I don’t know if the students could take me seriously, because I’m not much older than them.”

“Severus got Professor’s position, being 3 years younger than you,” McGonagall cheered you up. “He managed to handle it, even though he had no one to support him or help with advice. And you will have all this.”

“Yes, indeed,” you agreed hesitantly.

“I’m writing to the Ministry then, about you being appointed as his assistant,” she stated. “I don’t know the whole procedure, because this is the first precedent in our school, when a student will combine studies with work. But I’ll keep you informed, of course.”

You nodded again, your heart pounding wildly from excitement.

“Severus and I will help you, I'm sure it’s worth the trouble!” she smiled sympathetically.

“I don't know what to say…” Touched by her kind attitude, you couldn’t find words to express how grateful you were.

“I left you for just a few minutes, and there remained not a trace of your wicked fun,” Snape’s deep voice interrupted the conversation. You sighed with relief, the man’s presence made you feel better.

“What happened?” he placed the teapot on the table and patted your shoulder, his face gained a concerned expression.

“Nothing, Severus! Absolutely nothing!” McGonagall poured fresh tea into empty cups. “It's natural to be a little nervous, before making important life choices.”

“Was it necessary to discuss it now?” Snape frowned. “And surely in my absence!”

“You didn’t miss anything. We’ll wait for the response from the Ministry, and in the meantime, there is nothing to worry about,” McGonagall lit a dozen more candles with a graceful gesture, it was getting too dark outside.

“You sure?” ignoring his colleague’s words, Snape addressed you, his eyes staring into yours, searching for the answer.

You smiled, realizing that enlisted the support of these two people, you were destined to succeed, and there was no possible way for you to fail.

“Yes, come here,” you grabbed his hand and pulled him to yourself. He took his seat beside you, but this time he moved closer to finally wrap you into his embrace. You laughed cheerfully, nuzzling into his neck. There was no need to keep up appearances any more.

The rest of the evening passed by unnoticed, though you’ve lingered till the midnight. For the first time you felt confident about your future and could joyfully look ahead.

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kreacherthehouseelf · 4 years

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LILY’S HOGWARTS LETTER

Petunia Evans’ eyes flew open abruptly as a heavy tawny owl landed on her chest. She jumped out of bed with a shriek and tried to process what she was seeing.

“Tuney! What’s the matter?” Lily woke with a start.

Lily Evans was a head shorter than Petunia; She barely reached the bottom of her ears. She had thick,red frizzy hair which fell to her shoulders. She quickly tied it back and pulled on a thick bathrobe over her pale nightgown. Her eyes landed on something the owl had dropped on Petunia’s bed. The owl was now impatiently pecking at Petunia’s pillowcase. Lily snatched the letter from Petunia’s bed and read who it was addressed to.

Ms. L. Evans

The Room on the Corner

No. 10, Mayflower Street,

Cokeworth

England

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

headmaster:Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

“Tuney?Tuney,what is this?” Lily asked with a trembling voice. Was this some kind of prank?

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thesnapewecandreamof · 5 years

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Snape likes fireflies..

It was a cold night in Cokeworth. Severus pulled his threadbare jacket closer to his tiny frame. He looked up at the full moon above him, shifting his position on the tree branch to get a better look. The yelling stopped a few minutes ago but he’s learned not to take anything at face value.

Silence means many things in their household.

So he’s up in a tree, close to freezing but not quite, and wondering when it’s safe to come back inside. There are many noises during the night but he’d rather risk facing some unknown entity than whatever lays waiting indoors.

At least the moon was providing him some light.

Almost as if life remembered that she was always against him, a cloud gently moved to block out the moon. Severus sighed at his luck and shivered. His young mind had no trouble making up images hidden in the dark. He could almost make out sharp fangs in the distance; see glaring eyes glowing in the shadows.

He took a deep breath and tried to list reasons why those couldn’t possibly exist. It’s just his imagination after all. And the cloud would move away soon and the moon’s light would banish the illusions his mind made.

He was not going to curl up, close his eyes, and hope for the best. He wasn’t a crybaby.

But then his eye caught something. He gasped as a lone firefly moved a few inches from his face. He looked around and a smile formed on his face. There were dozens of them, hundreds even! He made his way down the tree to get a closer look at the insects.

There were so many of them! How had he not noticed them before?

He ran around, catching a few and being careful not to crush them. He marveled at the light emanating from his hands before letting the little creatures go. It was fantastic. He laughed as he spun around, taking the beauty of the light.

Hours seemed to past with him just playing around with the insects. He felt foolish when he gave a small wave towards the fireflies when he snuck back indoors but he went to bed smiling that night.

He wished there were always fireflies to accompany him during dark nights such as this.

Edit: thanks to @b-i-s-e-x-u-a-l-l-y-g-a-y for pointing out the text repeated.

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Chrysanthemum [Chapter 4: Departure]

The previous parts:

Chapter 1: https://dusk-realm.tumblr.com/post/181935653630/chrysanthemum-part-1-light-heart-heavy-heart

Chapter 2: https://dusk-realm.tumblr.com/post/182501082445/chrysanthemum-part-2-caught-in-a-lie

Chapter 3: https://dusk-realm.tumblr.com/post/182659399705/chrysanthemum-part-3-the-wand-chooses-the

A/N: I really need to find out how to make a masterlist D:

A/N 2: this may feel a bit like a filler, but it actually isn’t. I decided to split the text I had originally planned because this part was already 3k words long and I didn’t want tumblr to cut the text at some random point.

Tagging: @featurelengthfics

Special thanks to @fallern618, whose gentle words encouraged me to continue with my writing.

They went past the heavy gargoyle for the second time that day. (Y/N), not having been able to satiate her curiosity, gawked at the enormous room, filled with portraits and all sorts of curious and strange objects of all materials. That is, she could only allow herself to be mesmerized until she spotted Dumbledore looking at her with one of his signature smiles, making her get embarrassed at her own lack of restraint and her cheeks blush in shame. She didn’t see it, but Snape was smirking behind her, and Dumbledore’s smile widened in form of silent complicity.

‘Did you wish to see me, Professor?’

‘Yes, Miss (Y/L/N), come forward, don’t be shy.’ He cheered. (Y/N) did as told and approached the old man, who took and raised her hand softly for Fawkes to perch himself on her arm. Her eyes lit up with excitement as a wide grin spreaded on her face.

‘Do you enjoy magical creatures, (Y/N)?’ Dumbledore asked merrily, although he already knew the answer judging by the admiration in her visage.

‘I do.’ The girl smiled widely as she petted softly Fawkes’ crimson feathers. An ugly screech came from somewhere in the office. (Y/N) raised her head to where the noise had come from. It was annoying, and disruptive, and ugly, and familiar.

‘Chilli?’ She called, and another unpleasant screech answered.

‘What is my owl doing here, sir?’ The girl inquired.

‘I arranged your belongings to be brought here, my dear, but we will eventually get to that. Chilli made quite a fuss, though. He didn’t agree on leaving your dorm.’

‘Well, yes… He is a grumpy old man. He doesn’t respond to his name unless he sees his treat, and he hasn’t allowed me to touch him ever since I bought him. He likes to bite.’

‘I see…’ Dumbledore let out a long, knowingly hum, hiding one of his hands between his thick beard and his extravagant robes. (Y/N) didn’t notice the gesture as she was too busy getting the heavy bird to perch on her other arm. She was starting to have cramps and Fawkes seemed way too comfortable there to leave for his own perch.

‘If you enjoy animals, (Y/N), I would highly recommend you to choose Care of Magical Creatures for your third year as an elective.’ Dumbledore continued casually.

You can’t be talking seriously.

‘I will consider it, sir, but the third course is still far for me…’ She answered with a hint of disappointment in her voice. It’s true, that issue was still looming around. What would she do? Was it even worth continue trying? What for? He can’t have the nerve to speak to me about the third year, can he?

‘Maybe it is not as far as you think, young lady.’

Oh fuck off.

‘What..?’ She raised her head once again towards the headmaster with a soft frown. Are you messing with me? ‘What do you mean..?’

‘I have observed you playing with the professors. You are more than capable of doing magic; seeing your struggles to raise your grades for the past two years, I have decided that you shall pass all the remaining subjects of the first course. In September, you will be joining the second course.’ He announced. (Y/N) blinked a few times in disbelief. Her ears buzzed and her hands began trembling and sweating without control.

‘I… What? Pass? You’re… passing me?’ The girl swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly felt dry and her tongue was nothing but an alien piece of dried leather. She turned around as to seek confirmation from her Head, which made Fawkes spread his wings to keep balance on his now wiggly perch. (Y/N) saw a puffed up Snape, who glanced confidently at her with his black eyes strangely glittering.

Does this really mean..?

‘But you can’t do that,’ she stated, turning around again towards Dumbledore, ‘we’re out of term.’ Dumbledore chuckled gently and offered his arm to Fawkes before reassuringly resting his free hand on the student’s shoulder.

‘There’s no need to be so strict with yourself, my girl. Now that you have your own wand, I see no sense in making you repeat the first course for the third time. Being Headmaster has its advantages.’ He finished with a cheeky wink at the girl, who still couldn’t get over her shock.

‘I pass on… to Second Year.’ She pronounced, looking at Snape for the third time. It felt so strange to be pronouncing those words, as if it was a sentence in a foreign language yet to be learned. She needed to speak them aloud, give them a dimension of reality, some weight, some attachment or link grounding her feet to earth, reassuring her that it was true and not some abject delusion. It took two years. Two full years to achieve that. Her face suddenly lit up with enthusiasm, nearly squealing when she next spoke.

‘I passed, Professor Snape!!’

‘Save some of that excitement, dear (Y/N), for what I have to tell you now, ’ Dumbledore added after letting a roaring laughter out.

‘I hope it’s more good news!’ She revealed cheerfully. Dumbledore nodded before replying:

‘As I have become aware of your situation, young one, Severus here has very kindly offered to take you in for the summer. You won’t have to worry about food, homing or your school supplies. Does that sound good?’ Albus tempted.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore how could you say that to her you little-

But a gentle voice interrupted Severus’ stream of thought.

‘You.. offered… to take me in? Like… a protégée?’

Severus tried his best to keep a straight face.

‘Yes, you will stay with me since you don’t have any relatives to send you with.’ Snape declared. His scowl deepened as he spoke, seething with anticipated anger. None of the students would be happy to spend a whole three months with Professor Snape, after all. The Professor Snape was very well aware of the fame he had earned himself. He was already anticipating a rejection at best, maybe even a face of disdain, or maybe even disgust: ‘If you have any inconvenient as to coming with me, let me remind you tha-’

‘Thank you.’

‘What did you say?’

‘Thank you, professor.’ She gladly repeated, letting a beaming smile wash away her preoccupations. Snape gaped, finding himself at loss of words for the first time in front of a student in many years, only to finally give up and look away in obvious embarrassment.

In the meanwhile, the eldest professor had been watching the scene develop from afar.

These two will be alright.

Noticing Professor Snape’s change of attitude, (Y/N) re-directed the conversation towards a more comfortable topic for him.

‘Do you live far from here, professor?’ She masked her realization by formulating her question in an innocent tone. It was an old custom of her; to see and not be seen, masking herself under an apparent obliviousness. She always preferred to act ignorant and keep her knowledge to herself, just in case it would render useful at some point.

‘Cokeworth.’

The girl nodded in response, only once. From what she gathered from her memories of muggle primary school, Cokeworth was a former industrial city in the Midlands. Recalling her teachers’ despise for factory life, some flashes of the textbooks resurfaced in her brain. Cramped tiny houses, small streets, low hygiene, dirt, poverty.

‘Are we going to use floo powder again?’ She asked.

Snape shook his head softly and replied calmly:

‘We will apparate.’

‘I thought nobody could apparate inside Hogwarts?’

‘Indeed. We will be leaving the grounds in a carriage, then we will apparate. Hagrid should have one ready by now.’ Snape explained in his usual low voice. The aplomb of his words contrasted with (Y/N)’s hectic thoughts.

Y E S.

(Y/N) had adored the rides in carriages since the moment she set foot on Hogwarts. They were relaxing and it felt fancy, truth be told. Without further notice, Snape turned around and began walking outside of the office, without even saying goodbye to Professor Dumbledore. (Y/N) panicked and rushed to grab Chilli’s cage,

‘A-ah, Professor Snape, please wait!’ She called out, grabbing her luggage on her way out of the office.

‘Goodbye Professor Dumbledore, see you in September!’ She blurted before leaving, to which Dumbledore waved goodbye gently.

(Y/N) rushed behind the last peak of black robes that her eyes caught until she managed to catch up with the potions master. More or less. She would normally struggle to keep up with such a quick pace, let alone carrying a grumpy owl and her luggage. Snape silently guided her down and down the stairs, out of the castle, and down and down the endless stairs to the boat house. The teenager huffed and panted behind her professor.

No, no, you don’t need to help me with my luggage. No! Professor, I am alright, really. Well, if you insist…

She ironically rehearsed in her mind. Snape glared at her for a split second, just enough to make the other nearly shit in her pants.

Crap, it can’t be true.

Nah.

They just made that up because he’s scary and they’re easy-to-read simpletons.

He can’t actually read minds.

Finally, (Y/N) could make out the figure of Hagrid, who was using his giant arm to protect his eyes from the intense summer sun. The girl did not have any particular relationship with the gamekeeper, but seeing him always felt warm and nurturing, and he had been helping out with her owl, so she gathered all her remaining strength and accelerated downstairs, leaving Professor Snape behind.

‘ ‘Ey, took ye long enough, ‘ow’s Chilli doin’?’ The half-giant ruffled the Slytherin’s hair with his hand as she chuckled lightly.

‘Still moulting himself, but at least he’s eating well.’ Hagrid stuck a finger through the cage’s spikes, not minding when Chilli nibbled it. Snape arrived while he was baby talking the owl, making him straighten up and clear his throat before helping (Y/N) to get her luggage in the boat and then jump in safely. Hagrid politely tended his hand to Professor Snape too, but he stepped in the boat on his own and sat down facing his student, to which she smiled awkwardly.

‘Professor, I’ve noticed that you don’t have any luggage with you…’ She noted politely. Meanwhile, Hagrid got in the boat, making it rock dangerously. Chilli didn’t appreciate it either and he let out a shriek.

‘My suitcase is already prepared and waiting outside the grounds, Miss (Y/L/N). Mr. Filch is guarding it.’ He drily responded. ‘Thank you for your interest.’ He finally added, although (Y/N) could not tell if he was being sarcastic or if he really meant it, so she only acknowledged the information with a nod before going silent again. In the meantime, Severus kept his eyes fixated on her- he studied every inch of her body, every minimum gesture, her facial expression, her stance, her look. His mind was a turmoil of questions about her. He had been wanting to spend a few minutes talking with her, but he hadn’t had the chance to do so. Madam Pomfrey had had her almost secluded, and then Dumbledore and McGonagall moved faster while he was at Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade, true. He became aware of a little extra weight inside his cloak, which he gently checked with his right hand.

Maybe on another occasion. He told himself. Severus resumed his previous thread of thought. Isn’t this child way too content to come to stay at my house? He narrowed his eyes, as if he could induct an answer from some sort of physical evidence. You don’t have parents, where were you living before? Only Merlin knows how I wish Dumbledore gave me a handbook or something. A n y information would be fine. Look what you got me into, you lousy-bearded bastard.

(Y/N) had grown increasingly uneasy. She was facing away from the castle, so the only landscape availbable was... Professor Snape. And evidently, she had noticed his incessant glare, as if he was going to jinx her or something. She tried to distract herself by watching Hagrid rowing, but there wasn’t much entertainment either halfway through the lake. The gamekeeper tried to comfort her every so often with a gentle smile, but it was still a rather difficult task when Snape wouldn’t take his eyes away from her, and most importantly, he woudn’t even bother try to be a little discreet.

This is going to be a looong summer.

She fidgeted with her fingers. She lowered her gaze slowly, and began watching her worn-out shoes.

Damn, I’m going to need a new pair soon. Plus they hurt, I don’t think this is my size anymore. I guess I’ll have to go bare feet for the summer if I want them to last…

They almost distracted her from the fact that Snape hadn’t quitted staring at all, but of course, he had to snap her back into reality:

‘Miss (Y/L/N)?’ Snape called softly.

‘Y-yes?’ (Y/N) answered a bit startled.

‘I’m assuming you’re sure of having packed everything?’

‘Ah, yes, I have everything with me.’ Severus nodded at this and continued:

‘Good. We’re there.’ He got up as he spoke and tended his hand at her. Good thing he did, because the second she took it and got up from her seat, Hagrid did a pretty rough dock that made her nearly fall off into the water.

‘Hagrid!!’ She called out, startled, still trying to keep her balance while her heart thumped. Severus somehow managed to keep his and her feet firm on the wooden floor, all the while that damned owl became stressed and began screeching again.

‘Hoho, sorry princess.’ The half-giant dismissed her complaint and helped her to firm ground with one hand, and with the other the luggage was hoisted in a second.

‘Yer carriage awaits ye.’ He mocked, making a pompous reverence indicating a ‘horseless’ carriage. The majority of the kids thought that the carriages were charmed to move on their own, but (Y/N) (Y/L/N) knew better, even if everybody refused to believe it. From the first time she set foot on Hogwarts’ grounds, she had been able to see the thestrals pulling the carriages. They were beautiful, mesmerizing creatures, and they were for her eyes only. She had investigated on her own in the library, where she had discovered that they ate meat despite resembling horses. At the beginning and at the end of each course, she had the tradition of sneaking a piece or two of meat with her and feed it to whichever thestral was pulling her carriage as a treat. This time, she didn’t had the usual beef with her, but she did have some thawed mice that were supposed to be for Chilli. She peered at Professor Snape.

Can you see them? She rhetorically asked in her mind.

And Hagrid? You must know about them even if you don’t see them, you’re the gamekeeper. And you love animals so much.

Cage and suitcase in hand, (Y/N) walked decisively to the carriage as if to manage her own belongings, which she did, but in the process, she walked around the front of the carriage and grabbed a mouse from a small compartment hidden at the bottom of Chilli’s cage. She discreetly hand fed the thestral, or so she thought, for Snape was suddenly by her side yanking her arm away from the creature.

‘Ouch!’ She whined.

‘May I know what, on, earth you’re doing? Do you want your fingers bitten off?!’ (Y/N)’s eyes averted in shock.

‘That means you see them! You don't only see them, you know about them!’ Severus grunted before answering.

‘I do, and you must be wary of them. You should know, that the Ministry gave them XXXX classification. Just below werewolves.’ He said, hoping to scare her enough to get some sense into her brain.

Do you have any sense of self-preservation at all, kid?

‘I know,’ she replied, very calmly, ‘and I know that the classification was given probably because of the stigma of being traditionally thought to be omens of death. Although I'll concede, wild thestrals must not be approached by someone without training, but these are puppy-dog tame.’

Snape looked as if he was going to say something, but Hagrid's deafening laughter erupted first.

‘Yer goin’ te be a great magizoologist, (Y/N)! Next year ye’ve got te come over fer tea.’

‘Of course! I'll come by to pay a visit, it sounds lovely.’ The girl promised with a soft smile stretching out her lips. Then, Hagrid raised a bit his eyebrows and pointed at the potions professor, who was waiting for her to get in the carriage.

‘Have a nice summer, princess.’ Hagrid mocked, to which she stuck her tongue out playfully before saying goodbye as well.

‘You too, Hagrid. Take care of yourself.’ She finally got into the carriage, and the thestral started pulling. Both of the passengers went dead silent again. Snape resumed his examination, and (Y/N) was terrified to look up and find a furious Snape.

‘Thestrals,’ he began after a few minutes, in a low velvety voice, ‘ are only visible to those… who have witnessed... death.’ He finished almost murmuring. His hands rested on his lap while the fingertips of one hand found the other’s. (Y/N) took a long breath in before glancing at him directly into the eyes. They were piercing and intense, but she kept her gaze and chose to simply nod.

‘It is, fairly rare, for a child so young as yourself to be able to see them, though.’ (Y/N) remained perfectly still, knowing very well where he was going. Again, she didn’t reply anything and instead, observed how Snape’s scowl grew deeper and deeper. He was preparing his next move, when (Y/N) firebacked:

‘So, is it common for school teachers to be able to see them, Professor Snape?’ She finished with her eyebrows slightly raised and her chin up, waiting expectant. With some luck, he would refuse to tell his own experience, considering how improper it would be from a teacher.

Snape only let out a grave grunt and allowed silence to take over once again. The only sound left was the swaying of the carriage on the dirt road, there was no more conversation, no small talk either. But the same question crept in their minds:

What are you hiding?

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brcntides · 7 years

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B A S I C S

NAME: Severus Tobias Snape DATE OF BIRTH: 9th January 1960 GENDER: Male BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood Pureblood LOCATION: Prince Manor, Pendle, Lancs, ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters OCCUPATION: Potioneer

A P P E A R A N C E

FACECLAIM: Aneurin Barnard HEIGHT: 5′9 DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous BUILD: Lean HAIR & EYE COLOR: Black & dark brown

F A M I L Y

TOBIAS: Father, deceased EILEEN: Mother GEILEIS: Grandmother SEPTIMIUS: Grandfather

T I M E L I N E

1960: Born 9th January in Spinner’s End, Cokeworth. 1968: Met Lily Evans. 1970: Tobias Snape dies. Eileen and Severus move into Prince Manor. 1971-78: Attends Hogwarts, sorted into Slytherin house.

Sept 1971 - July 1972 (First Year)

Sept 1972 - July 1973 (Second Year)

Sept 1973 - July 1974 (Third Year)

Sept 1974 - July 1975 (Fourth Year)

Sept 1975 - July 1976 (Fifth Year)

Sept 1976 - July 1977 (Sixth Year)

Sept 1977 - July 1978 (Seventh Year)

1972-77: Wolfsbane experiments begin with little success 1975: Incident with Lily, final ties of friendship severed. 1977: Takes the Dark Mark during the summer, steadily rising up the ranks. 1978: Begins potions apprenticeship in the autumn. 1981: Spring. Completes apprenticeship. Now a qualified Potions Master. Summer. Patents improved Wolfsbane potion which was finalised during apprenticeship. 1981-Present: Works independently with a small number of employees.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin ALIGNMENT: True Neutral MBTI: ISTJ TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic SOUL TYPE: The Scholar TRAITS: Ambitious, deceitful, intelligent, resourceful, temperamental TROPES: Badass Bookworm, Dark and Troubled Past, Lack of Empathy, Not My Father’s Son, Tall Dark and Snarky

#( bio )#( b: ss )#i'm trying my best to keep these short

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thebadgerclan · 4 years

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I Won’t Let Him

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by Pizza Anon

Summary: Your ex is out of prison....

A/N: If I mention Severus’ armchair in any of my works, assume it’s this one:

Like don’t tell me you don’t just want to curl up on his lap and take a snooze!

More A/N: This mentions an abusive ex. Also I’m super unmotivated today woo!

Joshua Reeds released from Azkaban! was the headline on the Daily Prophet today. As you read it, your heart sank and you felt like you could be sick. Severus returned home to find you curled in his armchair, tears streaking your face. He was at your side in an instant. “Love, what’s wrong?” In response, you pointed to the paper on the coffee table. Severus read the headline before tossing it on the table.

You heard the door shut and Severus muttering protective enchantments around the perimeter of your house. When he came back inside, he tossed a handful of floo powder into the fireplace. “I’ll be right back darling,” he said before stepping into the emerald flames. When he returned, Dumbledore was with him. “I need you to be our Secret Keeper,” Severus told the Headmaster. He looked at your trembling form and knelt by your side. “Whatever has happened?”

“My ex got out of Azkaban,” you answered. “He killed a lot of people but he denied he did it. He threatened to kill me too, and now that he’s out, I know he’ll try to find me. Dumbledore nodded and stood. “He was abusive,” Severus added. “Severely.” Tears welled in your eyes and Severus rushed to your side. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he promised, kissing your forehead. Dumbledore went outside and you and Severus followed.

Dumbleore raised his wand, whispering the Fidelius Charm. When he finished, he turned to you. “Is there anyone you wish to make aware of your location?” “My parents,” you answered, and the three of you returned inside. Dumbledore drafted a letter and handed it to you. Mr. and Mrs. L/N, As you likely know, Joshua Reeds has been released from Azkaban. It is my understanding that he was abusive to your daughter and killed several people. Y/N and Severus have asked me to place the Fidelius Charm around their home, which I have done. The only way you will know of their residence is if I, their Secret Keeper, reveal it to you. Though you knew of her residence in the past, it is in the nature of the charm to protect the inhabitants.

Y/N has asked for me to reveal their address to you, it is 14, Spinner’s End, Cokeworth, England. It is my sincerest hope that this wretched man does not seek out Y/N or Severus. Yours Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore sent the letter off with your owl. “I hope to be seeing you again soon Y/N,” he said before Disapparating. Severus took you in his arms, holding you tightly.

“Nobody will ever be able to hurt you ever again Y/N,” he said as he sat in his armchair with you in his lap. “I promise, I’m here to protect you, forever and always.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face into his neck. “I love you more than anything Y/N, I won’t let him hurt you.” You nodded your response, no words needing to be said.

#severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #snape x reader #snape x you #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert

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noratilney · 7 years

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WEDDINGS!!! how about the potters? james&lily, harry&ginny, simon&hillary, al&thérèse, and ruby&laura?

WEDDINGS!!!

james and lily

who proposed: james

how they proposed: probably kind of casually and spur of the moment and then he clarified that he really was serious. (no, sirius not you). they are in the middle of a war.

who stressed more over wedding planning: probably not a lot of time for planning or stressing about planning.

who had the wildest bachelor(ette) party: probably james, with the marauders. it’s hard to be sure who would have been in lily’s party. maybe mary macdonald? marlene mckinnon?

who freaked out before the wedding: d e f i n i t e l y james.

best man/maid of honor: sirius (canonically).

where they got married: the cokeworth church where lily had gone to church with her father when little.

if/what they wrote in their vows: they probably did. sirius’ best man speech definitely had a ton of deer puns.

who cried at the wedding: lily.

which song they had their first dance to: twist and shout by the beatles

where they went on their honeymoon: maybe a quick holiday to andhra pradesh to stay in one of james’ family’s properties. there is a war on.

what they did on their honeymoon: mostly enjoyed each other’s company. maybe saw some sites.

harry and ginny

who proposed: harry

how they proposed: after a romantic evening of flying and a meal together that molly had prepared.

who stressed more over wedding planning: molly.

who had the wildest bachelor(ette) party: probably ginny. i imagine harry had ron, neville, dean, seamus, and maybe a few friends from later on in life while ginny had luna, hermione, some of her harpies teammates, demelza, katie, angelina, and fleur.

who freaked out before the wedding: harry.

best man/maid of honor: ron and luna.

where they got married: at the burrow.

if/what they wrote in their vows: i imagine they did. harry probably recited ginny’s poem to him.

who cried at the wedding: molly, possibly hermione.

which song they had their first dance to: i got a feeling by the weird sisters (it’s a classic!)

where they went on their honeymoon: the italian countryside.

what they did on their honeymoon: played one-on-one quidditch and enjoyed each other’s company.

simon and hillary

who proposed: simon.

how they proposed: not totally sure of all the details but there was a scavenger hunt and some of it included suggestions from katie and hillary cried a lot and thought it was very thoughtful.

who stressed more over wedding planning: hillary.

who had the wildest bachelor(ette) party: simon. he had fred, louis, al, hugo, aidan, and teddy. she had delilah, tess, mei, rose, dominique, victoire, rachel, lucy, roxanne, molly ii, and ruby.

who freaked out before the wedding: simon.

best man/maid of honor: fred and rachel.

where they got married: godric’s hollow.

if/what they wrote in their vows: they did, simon’s were funny and hillary’s sweet and made some people cry.

who cried at the wedding: molly, aidan (though he tried to hide it), oliver, and hillary.

which song they had their first dance to: rory’s holiday by the poison apples

where they went on their honeymoon: first russia to see the village where katie’s family was from and then a nice leisure holiday in the south of france.

what they did on their honeymoon: in france, they stayed in a nice little bungalow, swimming in the ocean and enjoying being alone together.

al and thérèse

who proposed: al.

how they proposed: they had a night in and al made her thai food and hid a ring in the champagne glasses.

who stressed more over wedding planning: thérèse.

who had the wildest bachelor(ette) party: al. he went out with scorpius, frankie, simon, teddy, hugo, louis, and fred. she went with dominique, rose, sylvie, suellen, effie, ruby, and roxanne.

who freaked out before the wedding: thérèse.

best man/maid of honor: scorpius and dominique.

where they got married: godric’s hollow.

if/what they wrote in their vows: yes. and thérèse cried while reading hers.

who cried at the wedding: molly. thérèse.

which song they had their first dance to: infinite blue by mermaids above the water

where they went on their honeymoon: thailand, india, & france.

what they did on their honeymoon: visiting cool muggle and wizard sites and enjoying each other’s company.

ruby and laura

who proposed: ruby.

how they proposed: similar to simon, she made a scavenger hunt.

who stressed more over wedding planning: laura.

who had the wildest bachelor(ette) party: i mean, they shared the one so it’s a bit of a moot point.

who freaked out before the wedding: harry.

best man/maid of honor: laura’s half-brother and roxanne.

where they got married: hogsmeade.

if/what they wrote in their vows: yes. laura wrote a poem.

who cried at the wedding: molly. harry. laura’s mum and stepfather.

which song they had their first dance to: explosive thrill by the ticklish pears

where they went on their honeymoon: india.

what they did on their honeymoon: visited cool sites, ate a ton of delicious food, and enjoyed each other’s company.

#asked and answered #marauder era #canon era #hp next gen kids #james x lily #harry x ginny #simon x hillary #al x thérèse #ruby x laura #HP stuff #Anonymous

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deepperplexity · 4 years

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Title: Train Ticket Madness [pt.1]

Imagine request by avisfortunae @ Wattpad: "I wonder if Snape has ever been on the internet?"

Summary: "Snape is trying to travel by train but in muggletowns all over the country technology is taking over! So now you need a smartphone or a computer to buy a ticket or refill your travel card - Snape, of course, has neither. So he is forced to visit the nearby library to ask for help, with a disgruntled sneer. But there he is met by you - a muggleborn witch/wizard and former student - who gladly but nervously assists the impatient professor." (Summary accepted by the requester.)

Pairing: Snape x Muggleborn Reader

Setting: Public muggle library in a small town

ABBR.: │ (y/n) - Your Name │ (y/l/n) - Your Last Name │ (e/c) - Eye Colour │

Word Count: 4243

Warnings: Some sexual hints, some sensual thoughts, PG13, Swear words

Masterlist page // Masterlist post

The library was calm, just the ordinary seniors who were reading the morning newspapers and a few commuters who were waiting for time to pass until they could catch their trains; most likely headed for work or school. You, however, already were at work.

It was a temporary station as a librarian in a Muggle library situated in a sleepy little town where nothing ever happened - but you loved it. The friendly people, the routines, the quiet and the calm. It all suited you rather well actually. Lulling around the little library placing books, helping users and keeping everything organized.

It was quite nice most of the time. When the library users behaved as they should and there were no significant malfunctions in the computer systems - as long as those two things worked then your day usually worked out perfectly fine.

As part of the morning routine; you were just turning on the four computers in the library for users when your usual morning was about to become highly unusual. As you rose from having pushed the little start button on the forth computer you brushed the hair out of your eyes and what you saw stunned you. You were literally shocked into a fixed state.

In the doorway, leading out of the library, stood none other than your previous potions professor. Professor Snape, in all his black glory, stood with a sneer and a disgruntled look that covered his pale face in the doorway of your library. What the devil is he doing here?! The thought crossed your mind so rapidly that you barely had time to register it.

You shook your head, your heart was beating a little harder and you closed your mouth as you had apparently been gawking with open mouth and wide eyes. He's not my professor any longer, he's an ordinary user and he looks to be in need of assistance. That's all, okay (y/n), you can do this.

You put on a professional smile, straightened your back a bit and walked over with as much confidence as you could muster up in your rattled state. But, for every step your feet took your heart beat a little harder, your breaths were drawn a little quicker and you could feel a stupid blush spreading over your chest, throat and face. Despite trying to calm yourself down you were a nervous wreck. Chill, stop, just calm down. There is no way in hell that he knows. Just treat him like any other user.

As you got closer your old professor spotted you and started to move towards you, it only took him three strides and then you were just inches apart. "Professor Snape," you said and he gave a curt nod, "I'm surprised to see you here of all places, how can I help you today?" Your voice was calm and friendly, professional. You, however, felt anything but calm.

Professor Snape gave you a weird expression with a raised eyebrow, "You work here Ms/Mr (y/l/n)?" You nodded and locked your hands in front of yourself. A self-defence thing to physically block out others; that you had been working on getting rid of. Yet the professor intimidated you instantly triggering the habit. "Well," he said with that gruff voice, "I'm in need of a ticket and the infernal machine at the station is turned off or malfunctioning in some way." His voice was low and yet it made you and the air around the professor vibrate with force. His force. The power that you sensed crawled beneath that pale skin of his.

You gave him a wider smile, an attempt to calm yourself a bit in all honesty. "Well just download the app to your phone, connect your email and bank card and then you're good to go, professor," you said with a cheerful voice that barely managed to hide the unstableness you felt. Your pulse quickened still and it felt as though everyone in the damn library could hear your pounding heart.

He gave you another raised eyebrow and you mentally smacked yourself - he probably doesn't have a smartphone; or even a phone... Damnit (y/n), use your head and stop embarrassing him - and yourself for that matter!

You cleared your throat and loosened your hands that had been clenched for a while at that time. "Umh, or you can just use one of our computers to order your ticket. I just started them, please follow me, professor." You turned around and exhaled shakily. You started to walk and the black mass of glorious male fell in behind you. You squared your shoulders slightly, another attempt to calm yourself - you were still failing miserably at that task of course. He did that to you, he had done that to you for many years. Not that he's aware of it. And that's my own fault I guess. But come on, he's unobtainable and closed off. It's not like he'd even ever look at someone like-

"I believe it should be Mr Snape, Ms/Mr (y/l/n). Since I'm no longer your professor there is no need for you to use that term." He said as both of you walked towards the computer you had started only moments earlier; that effectively interrupted your wayward thoughts. Well, I enjoy calling you professor... Mr just sounds, not like you or adequate tot hat power sensation you give of... "Umh, I'd like to keep calling you professor, if you don't mind." You breathed out with caution.

The blush grew ever redder, it made you feel hot and bothered and so damn silly. "Very well, Ms/Mr (y/l/n)." What this man does to me... It's been two years already! I need to just get over these stupid, silly emotions! Pffth, who am I kidding... You can't just get over love, no matter who it is you love or how unreasonable that fucking love is... When the other is exceptionally, annoyingly gorgeous in every damn way it's impossible to get over it. 'innit?

You pulled out the chair for professor Snape as you also moved the mouse and the screen flicked to life. You tried hard to ban your thoughts but they remained persistent as professor dark and dangerous was so damn close to you. You could literally smell him; sage, peppermint and a distinct smell that was all his own. If you could have bottled it you would have. For fuck's sake, this is stupid! But fuck he smells like heaven. Or hell perhaps? I have no idea but I want to bury my face in that chest and just inhale that- wooh tiger, calm down! Your face was getting hotter by the second. You knew nothing good could come from your silly thoughts, only pain and agony. Possibly a muffled orgasm - half-enjoyed in a weird position - in the staff bathroom later...

"Here you go," you said with as much ease as you could force and straightened up as the professor sat down, "the printer is over there and it's free of charge for the first 3 papers." You forced another professional smile for a second before spinning on your heel and heading away from the man clad in black that made your knees weak, your skin burn and your heart pound. Not to mention your mind apparently gorging in heady thoughts not fit for work.

But the retreat was short and you had no time to gather or calm yourself down before the intimidatingly perfect man was stood right behind your back once more. You felt him before you saw him. "Professor?" You said questioningly as you turned around to face him once more. He seemed highly uncomfortable - and that made you curious as hell. What was going on with the otherwise stone-faced man? He almost seemed embarrassed, but that wasn't possible, was it? No, not professor Snape. He'd never be embarrassed, would he?

His gaze shifted slightly from side to side as if he was checking if anybody was within earshot - but you were alone in the furthest end of the library. Hidden among bookcases and displays. "Will you help? I..." He cleared his throat, "I have never- I have never used the computer or the internet's thing..." His gruff voice vibrated through you and for a second you were dumbfounded. You just stood there for a moment until your brain kick-started.

For fuck's sake don't embarrass the man! Speak (y/n)! "You-? Umh, sorry but, what?" Snape narrowed his gaze and you wanted to shrink, fall through the floor or maybe do a little dance? After all, you could help the all-knowing professor Snape with something he was not knowledgeable in. This is just not happening...

"Do you intend to gawk forever or will you be a professional and do your job?" His snarky remark made you giggle and shrink at the same time. It made you weak at the knees and strong pounding erupted, well, somewhere else. "I'll- I'll help professor, excuse me, I'm sorry it's just... Never mind." You walked back to the computer and grabbed a second chair on the way.

"Please, sit." Snape took the seat next to you and the heavenly smell hit you once more, it distracted you on most levels, to be frank. "Umh, well first we need to go out on the internet and type the address for the ticket company," you said as you followed up your words with actions on the computer. "And then we need from and to where your heading, and at what time." The professor looked on the screen, he's leaning closer, isn't he? Fuck that smell again... You inhaled without thinking about it.

"I need to go from this station to, to Cokeworth." You nodded and typed in the destinations - but you could not quite help but wonder as to what was in Cokeworth and why the professor was taking the train? Surely he could just apparate? "Strange apparatus," the professor mumbled beside you as he leaned even closer as he inspected the screen as you typed.

The page loaded, the screen flickered slightly and the alternatives arrived. "Here's your options professor," you said while your eyes were fixed on the screen. The professor's thick, pale hand appeared and he pointed at one option. You would not have chosen that option but okay. You clicked it and the trip appeared. It showed two train changes and then a bus trip.

"Now you just need to pay and print and your good to go." Your voice was cheerful - a giddy feeling filled you since you could actually help the man you adored and held so high - and you turned your head rapidly. Your face very nearly got pressed against the professor's face. He was so damn close you could see the details of his skin and the exact colour variations in his onyx eyes.

Your breath caught and the professor stared into your eyes for a mere millisecond but it was enough. You leaned back so hastily the chair seemed to disappear and you had definitely landed with a hard knock against your back had it not been for professor Snapes eerily fast reaction. He had grabbed your hand and held you up as you laid parallel with the floor yet had not completely fallen thanks to his ice-cold grip around your warm wrist. Where your pulse was pounding as if you had just run a marathon or two - revealing how flustered you were by him.

You looked at his hand, the strong grip the only thing that kept you from falling, and then your eyes wandered up the length of his arm clad in black and all the way up to the professors face. The perfectly glorious face clad in pale skin framed by long black hair with two deep eyes, hooked nose and thin lips as the centrepieces of its composition. So fucking beautiful. His eyebrow arched as you looked a little too long perhaps. Surely the rumours aren't true? About his, his mindreading - are they?

"Your pulse is racing, Ms/Mr (y/l/n). Are you, are you alright?" You shook your head and pulled yourself up with a shaky movement. From almost falling or from his touch? You couldn't quite tell at that moment. "I'm, I'm so sorry professor Snape," your voice was shaking a bit and you felt a bit woozy. Having been so close to his face was apparently a bit of a shock for your whole damn body and mind. Everything was tingling and your mind was actually blank for a moment. That never happened.

Professor Snape let go of your wrist and you instantly felt bereft. But you also became painfully aware of how close you were sitting. His knee was touching yours and if you leaned in just a tad your chin would touch his shoulder. His smell made you woozier and his proximity was just too much to handle when the thought of never getting what you had longed for for so many years hit you as hard as a goblin would pound REJECTED on a pour mans loan application at Gringotts.

You rose from the chair in a panicked movement. It toppled but didn't fall. "I, you, I have, you just need to pay and press print," you stuttered out. Your pulse was truly racing, your heart pounded, the world felt fuzzy while you felt torn apart. In a desperate need to get as far away from the man as you were to get closer to him than his own clothes were. Your head was spinning with thoughts, his smell pressed its way into your nose and you felt helplessly broken for a moment. Memories of longing for him during classes crept up and it made you feel small and unimportant all over again.

"Ms/Mr (y/l/n)? Are you alrig-" "I'm fine!" You held your hands up and backed away as the professor rose from his own chair in sublime composure and grace. "Are you su-" "I'll send Melinda over and she'll help you with your train ticket." The words were rushed out of your mouth and you couldn't look at the man any longer. The perfect man you had before you. I love you insanely, intensely, irrevocably. Forever. I...

You felt hopelessly entangled with your emotions and thoughts, all things were screaming at you to kiss the man or to run away screaming - neither option felt like an actual option. So the thought reappeared as tears were hardly kept at bay by your weak will. I love you insanely, intensely, irrevocably. Forever. But you...

A cold hand lifted your slimmed chin with power. Forced your head to tilt and your eyes to leave the floor. His touch felt different. His face looked different. Stained with horror and something that looked like regret. Or perhaps disgust? You couldn't quite tell. But why was it even there? "(y/l/n)... I, had no idea you felt that way." Your eyes widened, it can't be? Can he read my-? "I can and I apologies for doing so but-" OH MY GOD NO! What have I done?!

Your face turned pale, you felt the red colour leave and a cold sensation took its place. He had just read your mind, but how much had he read? Surely he hadn't, before, had he? You were certain he had not read your mind earlier - those thoughts would have warranted some sort of reaction from the man - had they not? Perhaps you were of so little interest that they meant nothing to him?

You shook your head, it didn't matter. What mattered was that the man you loved above all else had just read your mind as you were silently confessing to those feelings of passion and affection. "(Y/n)," his voice was dark and ruff as he spoke your name, "I apologies, I usually do not pillage or invade others thoughts but you-" You janked your head away to avoid eye contact with the man you were certain felt disdain for your feelings, or perhaps for you. Judging by the look of horror he wore.

"Don't, just, don't. I'll leave." The words left your mouth as the tears dried up without ever having been spilt. You felt disgusted by yourself; simply because of what you read in his eyes a moment earlier when your world had crashed around you. Your fantasy world that is - the world where you were free to be with him and he had wanted you. Now that was all smashed and crumbled. Shot to hell so to speak. Not even your thoughts were you allowed to have of him any longer.

He said something but you didn't have the strength to bear his words and they were muffled out unconsciously as your legs took you away from the computers, through the library and into the staff section where Melinda was sat by her desk - tapping away at the keyboard that you couldn't hear.

You said something to her, she stood up with a strong nod and the next moment you were getting dressed in your own office section. You changed your shoes, put your jacket on and closed the office door. You felt weirdly numb; detached. The world fell away from around you; turned in to a foggy mushy mess of grey. It felt hollow.

You left the building through the back door for staff only and embarked on your walk home - not even remembering your bicycle. Your thoughts didn't even come, it was eerily quiet in your head and your body felt bizarrely disconnected from it. You were just walking apathy without awareness of your surroundings.

Did he really mean that much to you? Were those silly fantasies really that important? Was he truly that essential to your daily life? Yes, yes he is evidently that painfully and alarmingly fucking important to me. Apparently. All this for a stupid ticket. Because of the muggle world using so much technology... Fucking train ticket madness!

You sighed a helpless breath out. Your head sank even lower as your shoulders hunched and it felt for a moment as if nothing could fill the void that took up more and more space in your chest for every step you took away from the library. "(y/n)!" You halted mid-step as your name was called with a deep, gruff voice that echoed around you in the short tunnel you apparently were in. You knew the tunnel but that voice felt otherworldly.

You shook your head and took another step - sure that your broken heart filled your head with hallucinations of the man you loved so deeply. "(y/n)! Stop!" The command stopped you right in your tracks. The voice was stern and brusque, almost harshly bitten out - yet it was not. It sent shivers of pleasure and sorrow down your spine as the wind picked up slightly. Howling and whistling through the tunnel.

"Don't run from me young lady/man," Snape said from right behind you, "not after a confession like that." Your face contorted into a sneer for a second and then you turned; a sharp spin on your heels and you were face to face with him. "I made no confession!" you yelled with a shaking voice, "you read my mind and-" "And I did apologies for that but you-" "You had no right!" Your voice wavered and lowered, "you had no right..."

Your hands were balled into fists and your lip quivered slightly. "I had no right but you gave me no choice." You huffed and turned your face away from the glorious man casting pain and sadness into your life with his internet ignorance and train ticket need. It had been a normal day, you had had a good morning - especially the shower you had indulged in before work that had given you time to fantasies about the man standing before you. Before that whole world crashed. Perhaps that was the last time you came with him on your mind? Probably not, he'd always be there but differently now perhaps?

"(y/n)? You gave me no choice, what did you expect when you acted the way you did?" Your head whipped back so your eyes met. His onyx to your (e/c) ones. "Well, I'm so damn sorry for trying to help you with your train ticket and internet ignorance!" you yelled with a snarly voice, "I'm so damn sorry that this stupid little girl/boy has trivial feelings and stupid little thoughts and ridiculous hopes and absolutely senseless dreams about someone like you! How dare I even think of such an amazing man as you with my tiny brain and feel passion with my worthless little heart?!" His eyes grew darker - how was that even possible?

Your words were harsh, but not towards him. Your words were nastily cruel, but not towards him. Your anger was directed toward him but the callous meaning behind the words was how little you thought of yourself in comparison to the man standing before you who had for years occupied your heart.

"Do. Not. Belittle yourself in that way (y/n). Do. Not. Diminish your feelings in such a manner. I will not stand for such actions by you. Understood?" Snape's voice was a low, vibrating growl. It was amazing you could hear him, yet you heard his voice as clear as your own thoughts. Your own thoughts that were spewing all kinds of horrible scenarios at you as the man you loved seemed to drift further and further away from where you wanted him. With you.

"Well I'm sorry for being a silly little girl/boy with such feelings and thoughts about the perfect professor Snape. I'm sorry I made you take such an important position in such a useless persons life as mine. This little, silly person had obviously no right to fall for such a man... How sickening for you to hear those disgusting thought about love from such a person as me." You could not help but shrink and shake.

You had known your feelings would be not just unrequited but hated by the man whom they were for. So you had never said anything. In the hopes of at least keeping your fantasy world with him as the centrepiece for all things good and lovely.

"I hold no such aversion towards your feelings. Quite the opposite, (y/n)." His hands landed on your shoulders, they were large and heavy yet felt too light. Wait, hold up, what did he just say? "You- you, what?" In that instant, the world seemed to go silent. "I do not dislike, oppose or disapprove of your feelings and thoughts." The words were said slowly and with clarity. But you found them anything but clear. "I- I don't-" "(y/n), stop. I am telling you that I too house those feelings towards you. For a long time now. But you were my student and I never thought such a magnificent person such as you would feel any appeal to a man such as myself."

To you, it sounded as though he managed to squeeze more self-loathing into that second half of a single sentence then you could if you filled a book with it. It shook you to your core. You had never heard his voice as harsh as when he spoke of himself in that short moment of time. "But, you're amazing..." Those were the only words you could extract from yourself as the whole world started to spin with force and full colours once more knowing he was in fact answering your feelings of affection with likewise emotions.

As you looked into his eyes he smiled. It was the first time you had ever seen him smile - in more than a tight tug of the left corner of his mouth - and it kickstarted you. Your eyes watered, your heart pounded and colour flooded your skin once more. Your little words of adoration had made the stern, hard, closed-off man smile. Just the thought of that made your knees weak. No, wait, your knees were shaking and buckling. You were going to fall to the ground at any moment, shit.

But you remained upright. As if by magic. But it was not. "I got you." Those little words of reassurance flooded you with warmth. "Am I dreaming?" 'cus it feels like it... "No. You are not." Without thinking you threw your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. His smell was inhaled through your nose and you felt another surge of warmth flood you in every way. One arm was laid around your waist - holding you up - and his other hand was placed at the back of your head. He was pressing you even tighter to his body and for a moment you could have sworn he was shaking just as badly as you.

"Severus," you mumbled his name into his neck, "I think I'm gonna pass out." "I got you." You turned your face towards him as he eased up on his grip at the back of your head; you wanted so badly to kiss him. Like you had dreamt of so many times. The thoughts of kissing him invaded your mind but before you could even ask his lips were pressed against yours with desperation and the world exploded in colour and warmth.

I hope you enjoyed this fic! <3 It was only supposed to be about 2500 words but I had lots of fun writing it so it turned out to be over 4000 words - and I might do a part 2 if that's something you guys would want? ^^ Perhaps a little more intimate continuation?

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