#severus/harry

[ac1d6urn]

War Effort

"Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany That's why I'm in such exquisite agony My soul is on fire It's aflame with desire Which is why I perspire when we tango" - Tom Lehrer, The Masochism Tango Inspired by that one meme pic of Superman and Batman.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Aftermath by avioleta Pairing: Harry/Severus Rating: E Word Count: 18k Podfic available here Read by: JocundaSykes Length: 1-2 hours They’ve always been connected. After all, there’s too much history, too much magic between them. And while Severus never expected to survive the war, now that he’s alive, he thinks it makes some sort of strange sense that he’d be here with Harry Potter.

[arielgobuss]

New chapter is posted!

42. Special evening

I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm breaking out I'm breaking out Last chance to lose control*

TRAGIC NIGHT IN HAMPSTONE - 12 MURDERED MUGGLES

- screamed the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet, which Harry placed next to his breakfast plate. He didn't want to read it, he didn't have the strength to do so. He just pursed his lips and stared at the unfinished sausage, feeling that he had suddenly lost all appetite. His stomach felt like it was in knots.

Neither Snape nor Dumbledore showed up for breakfast. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fifth-year Hufflepuff unfold his copy of The Prophet and, with another Hufflepuff of a similar age sitting next to him, begin a whispered conversation, full of terrified sighs and incredulous shaking of the heads. Harry heard only fragments of their conversation:

"...skinned... can you imagine..."

"...four completely burned houses... atrocity..."

"...a one-and-a-half-year-old child... all the bones were broken and crushed..."

"...it's horrible... it's good that I stayed at Hogwarts..."

Harry just wanted them to shut up. He didn't want to look at it, he didn't want to hear about it. Not now, not today, not on a day like this!

"Harry, are you okay? You look like you were attacked by the Mindbiters. These are little creatures that come in through the nose when someone is depressed and eat their brains. And this makes you feel even more depressed because your thoughts have less space and keep going around in circles.

Harry blinked and turned his head to Luna. The Ravenclaw was staring at him with concern, and at first he was tempted to tell her what he had been thinking about the rest of the night when he finally returned to his dormitory, about everything that had kept him awake. About how Snape had murdered those Muggles, and he'd fucked him yesterday, right after he'd done it... How he hadn't even thought about them for a second as he watched in disbelief as Severus licked his cum from his fingers, tasting it like some kind of ambrosia. About how Snape cursed him, that he wanted to throw the Cruciatus at him, but Harry didn't let him, and then he felt so inexpressibly happy that everything else stopped mattering to him. About how when he returned to the dormitory and looked in the mirror, his face was covered in their blood, which Severus had left on his skin like a mark. How his insides twitched every time he thought about it, but at the same time he couldn't shake the burning joy in his heart that he had managed to break him and that he would be spending the evening, and the night with him, and that Severus let him bring his toothbrush and his pajamas, and...

...damn it!

"Yes, okay," he finally managed to utter. The girl frowned, then looked at the newspaper lying on the table, and something like... understanding appeared on her face.

"Oh, I think there's a reason," she said carelessly, and then, as if nothing had happened, she grabbed the newspaper and put it in her colorful, nail-decorated purse. "My daddy always says that there's no point in worrying about things we can't control. But he adds that then it should be described. But then others will start to worry about it instead, so I don't think that's such a good idea. Because not only would others start worrying, but they would also make us worry... Don't you think so?" She gave him a wide smile.

Harry felt lost. He couldn't think about such twisted, philosophical considerations right now.

"What?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. Luna leaned towards him and whispered:

"It's just that the most important thing is what you feel. Not what's happening around you. Harry, you're the only one who feels pain when you hurt your hand."

The boy blinked, completely not understanding what his friend was getting at.

"So no one has the right to tell you that you shouldn't feel it. Because this pain is only yours, it belongs to you. They don't feel it or understand it. So you shouldn't feel guilty about it."

Harry smiled slightly and nodded. He didn't even say a word, and she still knew what was bothering him. How?

However, he no longer had any appetite. Therefore, he said goodbye and slowly moved towards Gryffindor Tower. He didn't sleep at all last night. Besides, when he came back to his room, it was almost three o'clock, and he was so shaken and excited by all the events that he didn't even think about something as trivial as sleep. Thoughts and memories swirled in his head. The image of Snape... Snape dressed in Death Eater robes, Snape covered in blood, Snape looking at him as if Harry was some...bloody miracle of nature.

His heart melted, forgetting the dirt and remorse.

***

For the fifth time in just two minutes, Harry looked in the mirror to make sure he looked good. This time he had neither the saleswoman nor Ginny at his disposal, by whose reactions he could judge it.

Severus said he would prepare dinner, which in itself was so abstract that it required a specific dress code. Moreover, it was to be their last night together, because all students were going to return tomorrow afternoon, which meant the end of their daily and all-night meetings. Harry felt sad about this, especially since after what had happened tonight, he suspected that everything would change and look completely different now. And he sincerely hoped that it would be a change for the better.

He looked in the mirror again and tried to smooth out the wrinkles on the dark navy blue, tight-fitting blouse, made of a soft, pleasant to the touch material and decorated with white stripes that wrapped around the wrists of slightly too long sleeves. He matched it with equally dark, navy blue trousers made of a material resembling denim, but much smoother to the touch, and black shoes.

He thought he looked good, but the lack of any confirmation made him not so sure. He just wanted to dress nicely. This was supposed to be a special evening after all. He hoped that Snape would appreciate it this time too. After all, he had been waiting for this moment all day long.

Severus did not show up for any meals, and Harry was assigned by Professor McGonagall to clean the Great Hall after the New Year's Eve fireworks before dinner. In the afternoon he went to visit Hagrid. When saying goodbye, he announced that he would not come for dinner because he was tired from the previous night without sleep and would like to go to bed earlier.

He smoothed his hair sticking out in all directions a few times, which, as usual, turned out to be completely ineffective, then he smiled at his reflection in the mirror, grabbed the bag in which he had previously packed his pajamas and cosmetics, along with the Marauder's Map. He put on the invisibility cloak and, swallowing his nervousness and the impatient knot in his stomach, went down to the dungeons.

By the time he stopped in front of the door, he was just a walking bundle of nerves. He didn't know what to expect. It's true that Severus' behavior yesterday, when Harry left his chambers, was exceptionally... hmm, one could say polite, if that word, combined with Severus Snape, was not such an oxymoron. Well, let's say extremely... calm. But Harry knew him well enough to know one thing - he could never predict his behavior, and knowing that, apart from being undoubtedly annoying, was also extremely... exciting.

He raised his hand to touch the door, which, as always, opened on its own, and he walked through the office, taking off his cloak as he went, feeling the anxious gnawing in his stomach. When he entered the living room, immersed in the half-lights softly vibrating on the walls, the first thing he saw was the fixed and motionless look of the black eyes of Severus, who was sitting in an armchair and apparently waiting for him for some time. Harry had the distinct impression that as soon as he entered, the gaze became even more piercing, and the slight smile that appeared on the man's face unnerved him. Just like those amazing eyes that slid down his body, devouring his entire figure in an almost physical way. The smile on Severus' face grew wider and Harry almost completely forgot where his vocal cords had gone when he realized that the man was probably just... happy to see him.

"Uh..." he finally said. "Good evening, S-Severus."

"Good evening, Potter," the man replied calmly, and for a moment Harry felt as if he was going to have to search for his jaw on the floor.

Snape answered him. Well, that was... peculiar.

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[slytherinslut0]

jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

[digitkame]

4 years after graduation wasn’t long enough for Filch to forget the silhouette of a spidery student skulking around in the dark.

I saw a post (can’t remember by whom) that said something along the line of Snape probably getting mistaken for a student by Argus Filch when he first started teaching at Hogwarts. I thought it was funny, so I put it into a drawing🌝

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?

Draco: why are we whispering?

Y/n: so Harry thinks we're conspiring against him

Draco: oooh

Harry: what are they talking about?

Snape, having heard everything: murder

[ritathecat]

Severus Snape - 1985

[blvnk-art]

Harry, as the Head Auror, needs to be up to date about muggle technology influencing the wizarding world. Thankfully his son was there to help him.

[ac1d6urn]

A couple of my favorite close-ups from The Bravest Man, Chapter 6 (ao3, tumblr). The backgrounds and the faces are way too inconsistent, but hey, I do love the way these two panels fit in with one another.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Fallen Marigolds by luendland Pairing: Harry/Severus Rating: T Word Count: Less than 5k words (Comic) Harry, unable to hide his hanahaki affliction any longer, is confronted by the object of his affections, Severus Snape.

[lilbeanz]

Lately I've been pondering alot on footwear in the wizarding/wixen world...

There's so much to tap into fashion wise...like what the hell does just "robes" even mean Terf-face McRowling????

And I feel like the fan base has done such a wonderful job to portray their own beautiful and unique designs and descriptions... but not so much on shoes 🤔

Like the most generic thing is for them to be walking around in muggle shoes or "loafers" or "dragonhide boots"....

Hell no. These mfs are walking around rocking THESE bad bois!!!

✨️S L I P P E R S✨️

At least for dress robes, formal wear, and those who are fun, fancy biatches on the daily......

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