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[snapesmorningcoffee]

“He was her dark fairytales,

And

She was his twisted fantasies,

And

Together they made magic.”

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

If AO3 had made a list of the most read fanfiction like Spotify, “Your tears are of no relevance to me” would definitely be at the top. When I look at the history section, I see that I have read it 920 times.

It’s a magnificent masterpiece with 517 thousand words and I’ve only bound the first book! You can freely read this on Ao3! This fiction is belong to my amazing friend Hiruko-chan @hirukochan !I am so glad i meet with her and she let me to bound her fiction!!

You should definitely read this fiction!

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[snapesmorningcoffee]

Looks adorable 🫠🫠🫠🫠😻😻😻😻

“Did you see what form your Patronus had?” Snape asks. She shakes her head. “Cast it.” “I can’t-” “Of course you can. You did then too.” She needs three attempts for the Luna Moth to fly through the sitting room. His arms around her, her back against his chest and his chin resting on her head he watches it with her.  “Do you know what Luna Moths stand for? They represent the ability to leave behind old ways and embrace new beginnings, the pursuit of happiness and love - especially true love. Some say they stand for regeneration and healing. They can eat leaves that are poisonous without suffering harm - I think it’s no coincidence you managed to cast your first proper Patronus Charm when you did.”

I dusted off my watercolours and drew Dove's patronus from "Your tears are of no relevance to me". I think it turned out pretty good but I need to invest in some better watercolour paper 😅 The stuff I have is a pain when layering thin washes of colour over each other.

[ms-snape]

Believe in me (Young!severus snapexreader)

Request: not arequest, but requests are opened, I really need to precise that cause I didn't receive any

Summary: Severus is in love with a close friend to the marauders

Warning: marauder's bully

Word count: 1457

Masterlist

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The Great Hall was alive with the raucous laughter and chatter of students. Long tables, laden with food, stretched beneath floating candles that flickered like stars against the enchanted ceiling. At the Gryffindor table, Y/N sat between Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, her laughter ringing clear as she recounted a story from their latest escapade.

“—and then James slipped right in front of Evans ! I thought he was going to fall right into the lake!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. Sirius nudged her, grinning.

“Yeah, but you should’ve seen his face! Priceless!” he howled, slapping the table with a loud thud.

Across the hall, Severus Snape sat alone at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes shadowed by his long, greasy hair. He watched Y/N with a mix of admiration and longing, his heart aching. She was everything he wasn’t—bright, lively, and surrounded by friends. The Marauders, her closest companions, were notorious for their pranks and teasing, and Severus was their favorite target.

“Hey, Snivellus!” James Potter’s voice boomed across the hall, drawing the attention of nearby Gryffindors. Y/N’s laughter faltered as she turned to see what was happening. “What’s it like being the biggest loser in school?”

“Leave him alone, James,” Y/N said, her voice firm. She leaned forward, her brows knitting together in defiance. “He hasn’t done anything to you.”

James scoffed, and Sirius chimed in, “Oh come on, Y/N! It’s just a bit of fun. Besides, he enjoys it.”

Severus scowled, his hands curling into fists. He wanted to vanish under the table, but Y/N’s presence anchored him. She always defended him, even when it seemed hopeless.

“Fun for you, maybe,” she shot back, her cheeks flushing. “But it’s cruel. You’re just bullying him because he’s a Slytherin.”

“Yeah, and he’s a total creep,” Peter Pettigrew sneered, snickering at the end of the table.

“Enough!” Y/N’s voice cut through the noise like a knife. The hall quieted, and all eyes turned to her. “Severus is my friend. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“Your friend?” Sirius echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious. He’s practically a Death Eater in training!”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the accusation. “That’s not fair, and you know it! He’s not like that.”

“Then maybe he should stop acting like a weirdo,” James said, crossing his arms defiantly.

Severus felt the heat of shame wash over him. He wanted to defend himself, to yell back, but his voice was trapped in his throat. Instead, he turned away, focusing on the food in front of him, wishing he could disappear entirely.

Remus, who had been silent, finally spoke up. “Look, can we just drop it? Y/N is right. Severus hasn’t done anything to us. Can we not make someone feel terrible for no reason?”

Sirius rolled his eyes but shrugged. “Fine. Just thought we could use a little fun.”

Y/N shot Remus a grateful smile, and for a fleeting moment, Severus felt a flicker of hope. Maybe there was a chance for him, a chance to be more than just the outcast.

As the students resumed their chatter, Y/N caught Severus’s gaze. He looked away quickly, his heart racing. She was always kind to him, even when her friends were not. But the thought of her defending him only deepened his feelings, complicating everything.

After dinner, Y/N made her way toward the Slytherin common room, her heart pounding with each step. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to talk to Severus, to understand him better. The Marauders had left her feeling unsettled, their casual cruelty gnawing at her conscience.

“Hey, Severus,” she called out softly as she approached him near a dimly lit corridor.

Severus looked up, surprised. “What do you want, Y/N?” His voice was a mix of curiosity and caution.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I’m sorry about how they treated you. They can be—”

“—insufferable?” Severus finished, his tone biting. “I know. But you don’t need to defend me. It won’t change anything.”

Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. “You deserve better than their bullying. You’re smarter than them, Severus. You know that.”

“Smart enough to be a target,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. “You don’t understand. They’ll never change. And neither will I.”

“Stop saying that!” Y/N exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. “You’re not a lost cause! You can be more than this.”

“What more can I be? A rejected Slytherin? The boy no one wants to be friends with?” he retorted, his voice rising. “You think I want to be in this position?”

Y/N took a step back, her heart aching at the pain in his voice. “I’m trying to help you. You don’t have to be alone, Severus.”

“Alone is all I’ve ever known,” he said, his voice cracking. “Why do you even care? You’re friends with them. You could be popular, happy—”

“I care because I see you!” she shouted, her cheeks flushed with emotion. “You’re not just some Slytherin. You’re smart, talented, and you’re my friend. I won’t let them treat you like this!”

Severus’s heart raced at her words, a mix of anger and something softer churning within him. “Y/N…”

Before he could finish, she took another step closer, her heart pounding. The world around them faded, and it was just the two of them in that narrow corridor. Without thinking, he leaned in, and their lips met in a tentative kiss.

It was electric—soft at first, then deepening as they both surrendered to the moment. Y/N’s hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, while Severus’s hands rested on her waist, as if he were afraid she might disappear.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Y/N searched his eyes. “See? You’re not alone.”

Severus’s expression softened, the walls he'd built around his heart beginning to crumble. “But they’ll never accept us,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Then we’ll show them they’re wrong,” she said fiercely, determination shining in her eyes. “I won’t let them bully you, and I won’t let you push me away either.”

Severus nodded slowly, feeling a warmth spread through him. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Then don’t be,” Y/N replied softly. “We can face them together.”

As the tension faded, a new understanding blossomed between them. They stood in silence, caught in a moment of shared vulnerability, a fragile connection that promised to grow stronger.

Days passed, and the dynamic between Y/N and the Marauders shifted as well. While Sirius and James were still quick to tease, they hesitated to attack Severus in front of her. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental to Y/N. Remus remained a quiet support, often stepping in to diffuse tensions when things got too heated.

One afternoon, as the sun cast golden light across the grounds, Y/N and Severus found a quiet spot by the lake. The water shimmered like glass, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” Y/N asked, her gaze fixed on the water.

“Every day,” Severus admitted, his voice heavy. “But I don’t know how to change.”

“You already have,” she said, turning to look at him. “You’re not just a Slytherin. You’re Severus Snape, and that’s enough.”

He met her gaze, searching for doubt but finding only sincerity. “What if they never accept me?”

“Then we’ll make our own path,” she said boldly. “We don’t need their approval.”

Severus’s heart swelled with emotion. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” she admitted, her expression softening. “But it’s worth it.”

As they sat together, a comfortable silence enveloped them. The warm breeze rustled the leaves, and for the first time, Severus felt a sense of belonging—a feeling he had long thought impossible. He turned to Y/N, seeing her in a new light, not just as a friend but as someone who saw him for who he truly was.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice filled with gratitude.

“For what?” she asked, tilting her head.

“For believing in me,” he replied, his heart racing. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N smiled, and in that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. The weight of his insecurities began to lift, and for the first time, he dared to hope for a future where he wasn’t alone.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the lake, Severus took Y/N’s hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it held a promise—of friendship, of understanding, and perhaps something more. They sat together, watching the sun sink below the horizon, feeling the world around them

[severussnaperevived]

Content: NSFW, Severus Snape, student with professor, Severus Snapexreader

You walk towards professor Snapes office with butterflies in your stomach, you haven't been able to stop thinking about what had taken place in the shower between you two. You reach his office and knock on the door, "enter" says professor Snape.

You slowly open the door and walk inside closing the door behind you, professor Snape stands up and waves his wand locking the door behind you, he walks over to you placing his hands on your waist and picks you up and places you on his desk, "professor" you say, he places his finger on your lips and says "when we are alone it is Severus" you nod in response, you place your hand on his cheek before kissing him passionately.

You feel his hand slip under your top to rest on your breast, "no bra, such a naughty girl" he says, you smile at him before beginning to unbutton his top, he smirks at you and with a wave of his wand you are both naked, you look down at his twitching cock and bite your lip, "lie down" he says, you obey his command, you feel his hand on your thigh and his breath on your clitoris, you begin to get excited as you figure out what it about to happen.

You begin to feel a pleasure that you have never felt before, a feeling you now know you will crave again, his tongue playing with your clit gives you so much pleasure that you couldn't believe was possible, suddenly you feel his tongue slide inside you "Severus I'm going to cum Soon" you say, "cum for me" he says still between your legs, "I want to cum on your cock" you reply.

He stands up suddenly, lines himself up to your entrance and slowly pushes himself inside you, "fuck that feels so good" you say, he picks you up off the desk and you wrap your legs around his waist, you feel your back hit the wall, he begins to pound into you roughly, he begins kissing your neck and whispers "I'm going to fuck you every chance we get" you look him in the eyes and he gives you a smirk before kissing you, "I'm so close" you say, Severus grunts at you in response unable to reply as he it about to cum, you suddenly your orgasm and he cums inside you.

You both cuddle for a bit before getting dressed, Severus hands you a small vile "this will prevent pregnancy" he says, "thanks" you say giving him a small smile, he takes your hand and looks into your eyes "it's up to you, I personally would find it a privilege if you would like to have a child with me, no one likes me let alone has sex with me so you may be my only chance of having a family" he says, you smile at him and say "I would love that" before handing back the vile and kissing him passionately.

[inkstainedwanderer]

Look, I'm not going to watch the new Harry Potter show, so I have no skin in the game... but that guy they have playing Snape looks too handsome, too sweet, and has too nice of a smile to play Snape's scowling, boney, bitter ass. It isnt believable. He looks like he was cast by someone who wrote SnapeXReader fanfic because you can not convince me that face is going to strike terror into the hearts of students and got turned down by Lily. He looks like the kind of guy who would help old ladies across the street, not abusing preteens.

[keimaximoff]

If you like Severus Snape check out my TikTok 🥰 I have a book out called Severus solitude and I think you will like it

[conrad-orbino]

§ Severus Snape Oneshot - “Replacement”

A/N: Scarlett L/N (Female) & Professor Ace (Male) are made by me. You will be using Scarlett as yourself. Plot: Professor Ace has to leave Hogwarts mid-terms temporarily and his friend Scarlett volunteered to take over his role for him.

The professors who knew Scarlett when she was their student were surprised to learn she was the replacement, but as for Snape he didn’t know her at all and didn’t care or think much at all.

While Scarlett’s main purpose was only to teach the students, she also made a side mission to befriend a certain colleague who seems to prefer to be alone. The story is published on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1256535615-%C2%A7-severus-snape-oneshots-%C2%A7-replacement-%C2%A7

You can also request me a story!

[deepperplexity]

Title: Patience In chains 

A/N: So, this is different from everything else I’ve written so far - I like it and I had fun writing it. I hope you guys will enjoy it (ps. it’s still damn hard to write so as the reader can be male or female (have a male or female gender) or what you wish to identify with, but I am working on it! Hopefully, this meets your standards). 

Summary: You had been his pet for five months, he had been your master and you both enjoyed the game. Yet your feelings grew for the dark and wicked man who commanded you in so many ways. This specific day he gives you something you have never gotten before from him and it forces you to climb higher than ever before...

Pairing: Snape x Reader

Setting: Severus Bedroom 

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

Word Count: 3334

Warnings: Soft Dominance, Sexual Content, Master/Pet Roles

Masterlist page // Masterlist post

He was sipping tea, his eyes roved over you with a gleam of wickedness. The onyx colour was vibrantly clear and seemed to almost swirl. A chill travelled down your body as he took another leisurely slow sip from the cup. You panted, nearly whined as he gave you one of those little smirks. His eyebrow arched masterfully. You tugged on you restraints; they were unyielding. The ropes masterfully tied around your wrists and ankles. 

He chuckled softly, the sound filled your ears and made you shiver - from pleasure. He uncrossed and recrossed his legs so as to give you a hint of the bulge protruding underneath his tight black pants. It made you whimper. Your hands tugged yet again, you wanted to reach for him. Touch him, feel him, taste him. You wanted it all. 

“Now, (y/n), you know there is no need for that,” he said cooly with that raspy voice of his. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips for a short second. “You know that my knots do not yield, you know they do not get untied until you give me what I want.” His voice was a low growl, it felt as though it stroked you when it reached your body. You whimpered once more and could not help the tugging on your restraints that kept you in his bed, yet again. It only earned you a slight huff from him.  

He placed the little cup on the table beside his chair. IT linked softly and the chair groaned as he rose with elegance and grace. His frock coat tightly wrapped his body and all the little buttons were begging you to unbutton them. Your fingers itched for the feel of them slipping through their respective holes. 

He strode towards you, slowly, with measured steps. Your puls quickened and your breathing became laboured as you struggle to get enough oxygen into your lungs. His eyes wandered up and down your body, pleasure etched on his face. You were sprawled on the massive four-poster bed. No pillows or covers in sight, only you, cotton sheets and black ropes. Your hands tied above your head, your arms stretched out. Your legs spread wide, each ankle tied to one of the two posters at the bottom of the bed. You were naked and spread wide before him as he stood by the foot of the bed. Fully clothed except for his bare feet. 

“Now, you know there is no need for tugging, you will be freed when I see fit, won’t you (y/n)?” You swallowed hard at his darkly voiced words. The wicked gleam fo his eyes intensified as he took two steps closer. You whimpered as his cold finger toughed the inside of your ankle, right below the rope. “Please,” you panted but he only hushed you. “You know the rules,” he said softly and you knew, you knew he would punish you for breaking them. For speaking when not being allowed to. 

He leaned down and kissed your hipbone while steadying himself with one hand on each side of you. “Disobedient today, aren’t we (y/n)?” You pressed your head into the mattress as his cold finger stroked your naked leg; from your ankle all the way up to your hip where he had kissed you only a moment ago. His finger kept going, up along your side, all the way to your collarbone. It made you whimper and shudder. The lightness of the touch his punishment for you. You hated and loved it. 

For five months it had been like this. For five months he had called upon you, for five months he had tied you to his bed only to touch and rule you. Five months of joyous torture. It had begun with a simple drunken night and had ended up being the most complicated thing. He had bound you, gaged you, kissed you, stroked you - given you infinite amounts of pleasure. Yet, he had never given you the chance to the same to him. 

For five months he had ruled your body and mind, for five months he had undressed you, tied you to his bed and done what he wished to you. And oh how you fucking loved it. His touch, his rough hands, the harsh words, the growling voice, the command and power that seeped from every fibre of his being.   

Yet, you had never seen his skin. You had never touched him, loved with him, felt him in you. He never allowed you to touch him, stroke him or kiss him. His lips never reached your face and his clothes never left his body. The body you yearned so desperately for. The skin you so desperately wanted to see and touch. The lips yous so desperately wanted to smash your own against. But that, that was not part of the deal. The deal you had not been aware of in the beginning. 

His cold hand brought you back to reality as he let it travel down your chest, over your (s/s) tummy and further. You shivered as he reached your groin and gave you a light stroke. His cold skin almost burned you. Burning ice. It was what ploughed through your head; he was burning ice. Lethal. Devastating. Cold destruction. 

“No daydreaming,” he growled as he stroked you yet again, over and over. You whimpered - the need to call his name nearly overwhelming. His soft touch was still a punishment. The was how it was; you broke the rules and he punished you with softness. Shallow strokes. Light licks. It was not what you wanted, what you needed, what your body craved from him. 

“Enough?” he asked, simply questioning if you were done breaking the rules. You nodded. Not wanting to break the rules with another word unless commanded to speak. “Good pet,” he said with a huff as he raised himself. Your hearts pounded harder as he stepped around the bed; he went for the chest a few steps away. You knew all too well what pleasures were hidden in there and the excitement you felt was almost numbing. 

He took his time selecting, humming in a murmur. When he turned back towards you he held - nothing. There was nothing in his hands and you felt disappointed. Until you saw his smile. It tugged at one of the corners of his mouth and it made you wary. “Master?” you asked and he arched his eyebrow again, you shut your mouth with such force your teeth hurt. He smirked and walked towards you. Each step powerful, measured. As if he had mastered the art of elegance. He had, you knew that. 

He placed one knee on the bed and the mattress shifted beneath you. He leaned in and kissed your neck, it forced your head back and you relished the feel of his tongue licking and lapping at your skin. It wasn’t soft, his tongue was pressing itself into your flesh and it felt divine. “Pet,” he murmured against your skin and sweat misted your skin from the arousal. His nickname for you, his word for you. 

“For you,” he said with praise in his voice and you were just about to break the rules by asking what as his rough hand found its way to your groin. He stroked and petted, from the top all the way down to your darker opening. It felt as though you would explode as his rough hand explored. The coolness of his skin against your heat. It made you whimper and whine. Your legs were tugging and the ropes around your ankles dug into your flesh. 

Then his hand left you for a second and you felt bereft, abandoned. But he was back instantly, and something across his palm vibrated softly. It tickled all the right spots and you moaned loudly with a ragged breath tearing through your throat. He tortured you with his rough hand, pressing and stroking harshly as the vibrations tickled you relentlessly. 

You were struggling, panting, whining, whimpering beneath his touch as his mouth pressed itself against your throat and he nibbled and bit your skin. The sensation vibrated through your entire body and magnified the sensations from his onslaught of your sex. You were shaking, your body ready to explode. But he didn’t give you permission. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you struggled with all your might to keep the climax at bay, to stay on the edge of the cliff without tipping over. 

“Wait, patience my pet,” he growled as you started to thrash and buckle, “patience,” he said yet again. His voice was too much, the low growling to deep. It spurred your climax on and you were tipping, tipping and tipping over the edge of the cliff. He knew it, he felt it. You knew he was all too aware of what he was doing to your body. It hurt, it strained, it pounded and all you wanted was release. Sweet release. 

“M-master, p-please,” you begged with a plea in your voice. He chuckled and you felt his smile against your skin. “Patience, pet, patience.” You nearly cried, you nearly screamed in frustration as the onslaught became too much. Hig rough hand harsh yet steady, the rhythm constant. You buckled and writhed beneath his touch as he started to pant in your ear. You knew then that he would give you your release any moment. 

You felt his movement change, it softened. You whimpered. He slowed, you whined. The vibration ended, you buckled. His cold skin left your heated sex and you writhed. The cliff had turned into a mountain and you wanted to be thrown from its peak. “M-master, master please, please I beg of you!” Your voice was hoarse, weak and muddled with a cry held back. “Pet,” he mumbled in that raspy voice, your eyes whirled around and found his bulge. You wetted your lips and the tears kept streaming form he pent up sensations running through you. 

He had never left you before. He had never withheld your climax before. Never had he tortured you in such a way. It hurt. Your body hurt and strained. You shook and sweat clung to you. “Pet,” he whispered before he rose from the bed, “you have been so patient…” His words were growled yet they were approving. You tugged at your bonds, furious with him for leaving you at such a time. “Please!” you pleaded, not caring about the rules anymore. You needed to get off desperately. 

He gave you a smile, his eyes went from wicked to - something else. There was a look you had never seen before in his eyes and it made your entire body tense up, which only further pushed you towards the climax as all your muscles strained. “Such patience, my pet,” he said and his hands rose towards his cravat. 

Your fingers went numb from the strain against the rope. You tried to gulp down air as he loosened the cravat and pulled it from around his neck. It revealed a glimpse of his throat and neck. Something in you purred with delight. “Suc, such patience,” he murmured again and the room reverberated with the sound of his voice paired with your heaving breathes, “worth a reward, I think.” 

He undid the top button of his frockcoat, slowly - ever so slowly. You quaked. “A reward of…” He kept undoing the buttons one by one until the frockcoat opened, “me…” If anyone had said it you would have laughed, it would have been corny. But when he said it, you shivered and writhed on the bed. He peeled off the fabric and stood beside you in his black pants and a white, long-sleeved shirt. It was unbuttoned at the top and you swallowed; hard. 

You wanted to beg for his touch, wanted to beg for his approval to touch him. “Do not get the wrong idea, pet,” he mused, “you are to be bound, to be ruled. I am not yours to do as you please with,” he mused on with such wicked delight in his onyx eyes as they met you (e/c) ones. “But you, are mine.” His words were final and it made your heart pound with delight and your stomach fluttered with joy. Your sex still pleading for him, his touch, your release. 

Severus unbuttoned his shirt with delicate care and shed the with fabric where he stood. You were silent, stunned. Never before had he shown himself in any way. Never had he divulged any form of his outside clothing. Yet he now stood there, half-naked. And it, was, glorious. Tears pricked your eyes yet again; from the strain, from the arousal but most of all from his revelation. 

“Now, pet,” he mused in a dark whisper, “let me give you what you want…” As he said the words your eyes widened, darkened.  You wetted your lips and he stepped closer, placed himself between your legs and licked your neck, kissed your collarbone one after the other. His lips moved down, down, down. Over your heaving chest, he gave each nipple harsh lick before moving on as you writhed yet again beneath him. He kissed a line from your chest down to your groin and you tensed. Your climax still loomed unbearably close. Pulsed through you. Your pounding heart and racing pulse made you hot all over. 

“Such delicate taste,” he murmured as he gave your lower belly a single kiss before moving down to where you wanted him the most, where you needed him the most. Never before had he let his mouth travel so far down. Never before had he graced your aching sex with his lips and tongue. Never before had you felt such a lovely sensation. 

“Now, pet, you may speak as you need.” And those were the words of warning, the words of warning about what was to come. He only uttered those words to you when he was about to give you something ravishingly lovely. You tensed all over as his mouth set to work. Unprepared for the onslaught, the sensations, the heat and ferocity he devoured you. Prompted you, teased you. It was devilishly hellish and splendid. Splendid in so many ways that it took away everything else. 

You fumbled around at the peak of the mountain in total darkness as you rose higher and higher, standing on your tippy-toes as the storm claimed you. He claimed you. He grabbed you and threw you fo the mountain with such power that you fell for eternity as your climax claimed you. Caressed you like the wind, wet your skin like rain, cradled you like a heavy fog. You screamed his name, not his chosen title, his name. Not Master but Severus. 

You panted, writhed, buckled and shook as the climax crashed over you again and again, over and over. It seemed to never end, an endless fall of pure pleasure. You cried, you hollered his name as a wolf howled towards the full moon, you tugged against the bonds that held you and being unable to close your legs made the climax that much more intense. It rocked you to your core and you had to close your eyes shut to focus on the feeling. 

Hs cold hands deftly undid the ties, first around your ankles and then around your wrists. You were spent but all you could feel was the need to touch him. To feel his skin under the palms of your hands. So you reached for him. But was met with only empty air. You opened your eyes and he was no longer on the bed with you. No longer between your legs and you had missed the chance to touch his skin. That near-white, lovely skin was beyond your reach has he slipped his shirt back on. 

“Severus,” you said weakly, “please… I’ve-” “I know you have waited, your patience has been perfect,” he said dismissively and you recoiled from his words. Had you not given everything? Had you not bound yourself to him in every way you could? Had you not given up all other pleasures to be only his, to use as he wished? Had you not done everything he asked? 

You felt broken where you laid on the bed, spent and shaking. He seemed unruffled and as collected as always. As if it was a mere game, as you were a toy to be played with when he pleased only to be put back in a box when he was done. You felt used. Had you not come to love him these past months you would have walked away. 

Had you not loved him as you now did you would have hated his guts. You would have screamed and yelled. You would have left and never come back. But you loved him, the wicked man now fully dressed had captured your heart like none other had ever managed. He had you bound, the ropes he used was just a physical aspect of it and they meant nothing compared to the chains he shackled your heart with. 

“Severus, I-” you whimpered and he turned to look at you. It silenced you instantly. His onyx eyes swirled and danced, his lips tightly pressed together and his jaw was tensed. You wanted to tell him that you had fallen form him. That you loved him. That you were truly bound to him. You wanted to tell him how you longed for him, his touch and to touch him. Above all to give him pleasure like he countless times had done for you. 

“Please, let me do for you what you do for me. Please,” you pleaded as you tried to get up from bed but your body wouldnät obey. Your muscles were drained of power and you couldn’t manage to get off the bed; so you sat on its edge. He arched an eyebrow towards you yet said nothing. You felt it, you could feel - all the way into your bones - that he knew you were his. He knew you loved him. He knew. 

He stepped closer; oh so slowly he shortened the distance between you. “I am not as easy as you think,” he said with a harsh tone as he grabbed your chin and tilted your face so he could look at you. “I am not so easy to love as you wish,” he continued, “I am not one who loves.” You swallowed, hard. He searched your eyes and you willingly let him see it all. 

You both were still for a long moment, time seemed to slow as your breathing evened out slowly. “But I am, I am one who loves. For me, you are easy to love,” you said with a hoarse voice as you choked on your own need to cry for him. He huffed but you wouldn’t break the eye contact you had. You kept his gaze firmly in yours. Unyielding. Something change then. In him. His face softened ever so slightly. 

“You are a good pet,” he mused with a salacious grin, “and I will be your master for as long as I please.” His words were harsh, darkness coiled around him as if the shadows were his friends. Your stomach twisted, yet your heart kept pounding for him. “However,” he then said with a new voice, one you had not heard before, “you might find, with patience as you seem to have, that I can be more.” He gave your lips one, soft kiss and you felt as though you would combust right then and there. 

Never had his lips been anywhere on your face. It was one of the rules. Never had he gone above your jawline and never had your lips been anywhere on him - ever. Something in you shifted, melted and froze. The chains he had on your heart rattled and clinked as they solidified. “Patience, I have plenty of… For you, master.” 

So, this is new for me, writing a fic based solely on the sexual aspect without softness. My Severus is usually soft and sweet, loving and caring for his one and only you (so to speak). But I had this idea in my mind that he could be harsh yet adoring, dark and domineering yet still have a softness to him. I hope I managed to make the idea justice ^^ 

Please, please leave a comment or share or give this a heart if you enjoyed reading it - it means so much!  

[Oct:2020]

Masterlist page // Masterlist post 

Taglist: @lizlil 

[fanficsyoualwayswanted]

Imagine:

Snape being insecure and jealous because you are the most popular student in Hogwarts because of your beauty, but yet you still chose him. ~

You walked inside the Great Hall, greeting students who greeted her first, you were also being fancied by many male students such as the Weasley Twins, Cedric Diggory, and the Slytherin Prefect... You didn’t know his name because he was foul git (In your own opinion.) But, you eyes were only on one person. Just the one! Professor Severus Snape.  You sat down on the Gryffindor Table, getting some food on your plate and ate some pancakes and bacon. You loved food. No matter who takes your food, you will kill them right there and then. But, while you were eating, you were giving side glances to the Potions Professor until you were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. You sighed and quickly turned around to see Cedric Diggory, holding a a flower that he got from the courtyard.

“Good morning, Y/N! How are you doing?” He greeted, using his fingers to comb your hair behind your ear and slid the flower to your ear. You gave him a sincere smile, “Thank you, Cedric... I am doing well. You?” You asked kindly, fixing your gaze on Professor Snape who was continuously rolling his eyes. You sighed, knowing that he was jealous that many male students are flirting on you.

“I was wondering that you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me!” “I don’t thi-”

“She said yes! Let’s go!” Cedric shouted in the Great Hall, you widened your eyes and tried to deny but it was too late. Cedric was smart.  You looked at Severus, who was glaring at you and stood up from his chair, leaving the Great Hall with anger filled in his eyes. He quickly glared at Cedric, which made Cedric move away from the Professor, he gave you a quick smile and left with his friends. You sighed and went to your classes.

~ You debated whether you should have went to Hogsmeade. But, you did. Unknowingly, Severus Snape was following you secretly. He saw Cedric approaching you, giving a quick peck on your cheek, he smiled when you gently pushed him away. He watched how you and Cedric were 4 feet away from each other, but still... He felt insecure. Then, it was time to go home. When Severus walked a tiny bit closer to you and Cedric, he heard the conversation. “Do you want to date?” Cedric kindly asked... Severus wanted to hear your response. “No. I am in love with this man, he is everything to me and I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else but him. But, Cedric... You will find the one! I promise.” You rejected him, but yet... Cedric accepted it and gave you a warm hug. He then left you after you asked him to leave you alone because you had to do something. Suddenly, Severus watched you as you went into a dark alleyway in Hogsmeade. He followed you, of course. “So, how long have you been following me?” You quickly turned around to face him. Severus quickly blushed and looked down from you, giving you a peck on the cheek. You giggled and brushed his hair, making it fluffy. You loved Severus so much, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. Severus just missed your touch, “I don’t deserve you...” He whispered under his breath after the kiss.

“But, I do...” You answered with a smirk on your face. You kissed him, again. 

[cooking-manna]

Joven Severus Snape x Reader - Comida de piedra y alguien pide un deseo (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/G1nvbJwTnab

Este es el segundo capítulo pero antes de este hay un prólogo que no resubo aquí. En él aclaro cosas actuales y futuras de la historia para enterarte de todo mejor. Créeme, no tiene pérdida x’’D Byebye Petter~

Introducción: ¿Qué pasaría si una tercera chica se hubiera encontrado con Lily y Severus de niños antes de Hogwarts? ¿Habría influenciado en algo a sus vidas? ¿Y si esa chica es una Hufflepuff mas callada que una piedra? La historia inicia poco antes del primer año escolar de esta generación, en el 1971 Como el título dice es un Snape x Lector, pero... ¿Cómo si es un hufflepuff? Si quieres ver que les lleva a unirse a pesar de sus diferencias sigue leyendo ;3

[hirukochan]

I’d love to request something if you don’t mind I think your writing would be perfect for an interrogation type dynamic the reader has some type of information that snape needs and he essentially edges, teases and all that good stuff too the reader until they give in.

I don’t know if that’s too much but i absolutely love your work and think you’d transform it in to something soooooo good

Took me a bit - I've written something similar during spy training in Your tears are of no relevance to me and wanted to mix it up a bit - I'm not sure I achieved that but I like it anyway xD.

I hope you like it too!

Ministry Documents

Severus SnapexReader

Words: 3415

Warnings: Um....non-con. Because it's an interrogation (duh)...Dark!Snape, reader has a vagina, edging (duh²), rough sex....yeah, I guess that is it.

Summary: You are the Senior Undersecretary to Minister Scrimgeour and Snape a Death Eater who wants senstive information from you.

“You won’t get away with this you bastard!” You shout and tug at the restraints around your wrists behind your back. You put your entire weight into it, but all it archives is the chair you’re tied to scooting over the ground with a sharp screech that makes the insides of your ears contract.

“And who’s going to stop me?” He laughs, glowering, deep and taunting.

“You always were one nasty piece of shit, Snape!”

“Ohhh noo…the woman I drugged and tied to her chair in her own fucking office is mean to me!” He says in a whiny mock voice. “How will I ever recover?” Snape appears in your line of sight and braces his hands against the backrest of your chair, just above your shoulders. 

He is grinning, bearing his yellow, crooked teeth. An evil glimmer shines in his dark eyes, half obscured by curtains of greasy black hair.

“You won’t get away with this! I am the senior undersecretary to Minister Rufus Scrimgeour! If you think you can just-”

“I repeat my question: Who’s going to stop me? You didn’t even notice the sedative in your tea, sweetheart.” He straightens back up and slowly undoes the buttons on his sleeves to roll them up. “This is how it will go. I will ask you questions and you will answer them. We don’t need to make this ugly - after all we don’t want anybody knowing you’ve betrayed the Ministry, right? How nonsensical to use you for information once and only once.” He shakes his head and moves on to his left sleeve. “If you are a good girl and answer my question I will reward you.”

“And if not?” You scoff. “I won’t talk, Snape! I work directly under the Minister - we are trained for these things!”

“I am certain you think you are trained to withstand interrogation…”

“Go ahead and kill me - don’t waste your time. I won’t talk.”

“That’s what they always say.” Snape hums. He folds his sleeve over one more time and twists his arm. The flickering light from the candles strewn around the room hits his inner underarm and you clench your teeth, glaring at the jet black mark blemishing Snape’s pale skin.

You knew it. You knew it back in school and you knew it when you were just a small, faceless employee keeping track of paperwork at his trial after You-Know-Who’s fall.

Severus Snape is a Death Eater.

You don’t care for Dumbledore’s talks of repentance and character growth or whatever the fuck he said at that trial.

Snape is not a changed man.

You clench your jaw and inhale sharply through your nose, preparing yourself for the torture that is no doubt going to follow.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“Fuck off.”

“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. Be a good girl and tell me where the documents are.”

“I won’t tell you no matter what torture you show up with! You people will fail! You’ll lose because you are hateful, small minded, disgusting terrorists!”

“Torture? Oh sweetheart, He would not have send me here to torture you. I told you. We want to continue using your intel. Nobody will know we ever spoke.” He catches a strand of your hair between his fingers, brushing his knuckle over your cheek on purpose. You try to pull away, to escape his touch, but you are only reminded of the ropes digging into your skin. “Mhh..you always were a pretty thing.” He hums and leans down closer. The tips of his hair tickle your face. “And I always did wonder how you’d taste.” You can’t breathe. Your mind is racing. From fear to confusion, to trying to decipher his words back to searching for a way out. 

You scream. It’s late, whatever vile concoction Snape dumped into your tea it made you fall asleep at your desk and since the workload recently has been insane it’s not the first time that happens to you so your assistant would not suspect anything of it.

Snape just chuckles. 

“Nobody will hear you. Nobody will come to save you either. Where are the documents?”

You don’t respond. You’re fighting tears and the bitter taste in your mouth that comes from considering to just give Snape the documents and save your own skin.

You could.

Nobody would know.

No. No you won’t. This is bigger than you. This is about the kind of world you’ll be living in in the future and you don’t want to see a world in which You-Know-Who rules!

“I’ll tell you nothing!” Snape looks like he got exactly the answer he was looking for. Like a little child on Christmas morning.

He gips the leg of your chair and pulls it over the floor, turning it to face away from your desk and the door. You let out a surprised shriek.

“I was hoping you’d say that. How boring to just get what I came here without playing a little first, hm?”

“Play-” Your pathetic stuttering is cut short by Snape straddling your thighs. His weight is crushing, his proximity uncomfortable. His hand closes around your throat and Snape smashes his lips against yours. You squeak and struggle against him. His grip around your throat tightens. Tears burn in your eyes.

Snape hums, a sound full of dark satisfaction and pleasure. His tongue flicks over your lips and you press them together harder. He spreads his saliva over your lips, slimy and warm. With his free hand he grabs your face and forces your jaw open to shove his tongue into your mouth.

You can’t breathe. Between his hard kiss and pressure on your throat you are trapped in an empty space between living and dying.

“I knew you’d taste sweet.” He coos as he pulls back, but he doesn’t let go of your face. You struggle and try to close your mouth but Snape is entirely unbothered by it or your unintelligible protest. He pulls out a small vial from his robes and unstoppers it with his mouth before pouring its contents into your mouth and pressing his hand over it, pinching your nose at the same time.

“Be a good girl and swallow for daddy, yes?” He says mockingly. You want to scream, but that would only cause the liquid to slip down your throat, but keeping it in your mouth would surely make your body absorb its active ingredients as well, right?

Shit, you were never good in potions, but you know that Snape is a bloody genius.

Your breath runs out. You tear at the restraints but Snape just laughs. Tears run over your cheek. You close your eyes and swallow.

“There you go.” He chuckles and removes his hands. You gasp and greedily fill your lungs with sweet sweet air - so much so you even forget to think about what that stuff was that he made you swallow.

You are not left wondering for long.

Heat grows in your lower abdomen like a wild beast woken from its hibernation by a stupid knight wanting to kill it, thinking in his immeasurable arrogance that he’d have a chance.

“Aww, are we having trouble, sweetheart?” Snape taunts. That evil glimmer in his eyes flares. 

You are fucked.

You know you are fucked, but you are also stubborn. 

You bite your lip and ignore what’s happening to your body. The heat, the burning, undying, deafening need tearing through your cunt with the force of an unforgivable.

Snape laughs again, clearly enjoying the expression of realisation and horror in your eyes.

“So, sweetheart. Be a good girl and I’ll give you precisely what it is you’re craving.”

You shake your head.

“No?” He pouts and somehow even that looks sadistic on his face. He licks his lips, his eyes darting over your body. He snaps his fingers. You scream, but Snape quickly covers your mouth with his hand. 

“None of that.” He says. “How silly. I’ve already told you nobody will hear you. You’ll only piss me off and that should be the last thing you want to do right now. Let’s see…” He scoots backwards on your thighs ever so slightly to have a better look at your body. Your naked body. You groan with the pain of his weight crushing your much smaller form. The wool of his clothes scrapes over your skin and sends shivers and prickles straight to your core.

“Mhhh…what a nice body you’ve kept hidden under these robes.”

“Stop-” You croak, staring at him through your cloudy eyes. 

“Stop? I haven’t even started yet, but if you tell me where those documents are I will.” You clench your teeth and shake your head. Snape hums thoughtfully. He cups your breast and you give a small jerk, more at the tingling sensation of his touch, than your horror at him touching you.

A simple touch should not feel so good-

You rip your eyes open and stare at Snape. A pleased expression breaks through the mocking sneer.

“Yes, sweetheart. The potion I gave you enhances all sensations. Pleasure…” He presses his thumb against your nipple, squeezing your breast gently, almost tender. “And pain.” He pinches your nipple and the pain of it explodes in your body and turns to an all consuming inferno of misery and you scream, throwing your head back with the force of it.

As soon as it started it stops. Snape rubs the assaulted nub and makes an apologetic tsk sound.

“If you’re a good girl I won’t have to do that again. If you decide to be a haughty little bitch I will.”

You take deep breaths, each one rattling with fear. You wet your lips and consider Snape’s face. This man is nothing like the greasy, neglected, insecure boy you’d see in the corridors from far away. His mere presence commands respect and deference.

“I can’t tell you.” You whisper. “I’d be fucked if I tell you.”

Snape clicks his tongue. “That’s the problem, sweetheart. You won’t be if you don’t.” He doesn’t give you time to process those words. His hand leaves your breast and drops between your legs, spread slightly due to the way he tied your feet to the legs of your chair. 

You can’t press your lips closed fast enough to suppress the utterly pathetic whimper that escapes you as soon as his calloused digit rubs over your clit.

Snape didn’t lie. The potion enhances all sensation.

Within seconds you feel like dying. Snape expertly guides you towards the edge, whispering promises of wonderful pleasure, of highs made up of pure ecstasy and lows made of thundering release. He shows you the way, presents the abyss as though you were a tourist in your own body and he the native.

You cry from horror and pleasure and thrash in your bounds and wish for it to end but also never stop.

You take a step forward, one testing motion, the abyss calls out to you, angels part the clouds and show their heavenly faces and sing their harmonies and you scream because yesyesyes-

Snape yanks you back.

You open your tear-clouded eyes and it takes a second for them to be able to focus on Snape. He is grinning.

“Where are the documents?”

“I hate you.” You pant. He shrugs and closes his lips around his glistening fingers. He hums. “Your cunt tastes even sweeter.”

“You disgust me!”

“Oh keep going, sweetheart. Toss your venom at me like I care.” Snape lets out a grading, cruel chuckle. “Though you might want to put some more heart in it. After all - I am used to people hating me.”

“Is that what this is about? Fuck! Snape, school’s over. Get the fuck over it!” Anger flashes over his face. He grabs your throat and pulls you as close as the bounds allow, causing the ropes to dig into your skin harshly and your shoulders to strain against the unnatural angle.

“The documents.”

“Go to hell.”

“Wrong answer.” He cups your sex roughly, pushing two fingers inside you with no warning and presses the heel of his palm against your clit. He keeps masterfully bringing you as close to the edge as humanly possible. He keeps pushing and pulling, forcing your body to submit to him - all the while watching you with perverse satisfaction. Like he is enjoying making you accept the pleasure he can bring you. Everytime he brings you closer to your orgasm and every time your stupid little brain thinks that maybe, maybe he’ll make you cum this time and every single time he doesn’t.

He raises you up and up and up towards bliss and release and ecstasy and every time he lets go of you and you plummet down into deep dark nothing. 

You shiver and tremble, cry and thrash against the restraints and Snape laughs. Everytime he denies you your release he’ll ask “Where are the documents?” in that soft, almost apologetic tone of voice. And every time you will not tell him, but your resistance shrivels further.

Your biting venom trickles out to a displeased rainfall until it’s a sobbing, heaving, pathetic mess.

You are limp in your restraints. The muscles in your thighs tremble from exertion and your tears have run dry, leaving only the messed up, dark residue of your mascara on your cheeks.

You take a shuddering breath, that is cut short by a sob. Snape is thrusting his fingers lazily into your sore, twitching cunt.

“Where are the documents, sweetheart?”

“N-no-” You whimper.

“Is this job worth it? Come one…you are suffering…let me relieve you.”

“I’m- i’m not keeping you- you are-” You bite your lip in hopes it’ll stop you from further embarrassing you.

“But you are.” He says softly and brushes a sweat soaked strand of hair out of your face. “My master would not be very happy with me if I were to return without the documents, hm? I want to help you. I want to let you cum. Be a good girl and I can.”

“No-”

“Such potential. Truly wasted on the Ministry. Does the Minister even know about all the work you put in, hm? Does he even appreciate it?”

“Nnhh- mh- please-” Did you just- 

The corners of Snape’s mouth curl and it breaks through his mask of care of sympathy with ugly self-satisfaction and sadistic gratification.

“Yes?”

“Please- please I need-”

“Where are the documents?”

“No-”

Snape thrusts his fingers harder into you, curling them at the same time and pushing up and he hits that sweet sweet spot with expert skill and you cry out and shake your head, squirming underneath him.

Snape leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against your sweat-soaked temple.

“Tell me and I’ll fuck you. I’ll let you cum all over my cock like a good little cocksleeve. I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, even the memory charm I’ll use on you won’t be enough to make you forget how hard you came for me.”

“-no…”

“Face it, your colleagues would not fight as hard for you. The Ministry has been doomed to fall and crumble to ashes for a while. We are everywhere, sweetheart. We have already infiltrated the Ministry. We are in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. We’re in every position of power that matters. The Ministry will fall, the Minister will die. It’s your choice whether you die with them.”

“Please-”

“I know, I know.” He purrs and strokes your hair. “You need to cum, don’t you? You’ve been doing so well…You’ve been withstanding me beautifully. But you’re tired, aren’t you? Nobody will ever know you’ve told me. Let me make you cum, make it so I can allow you to rest, hm?” You inch towards your orgasm again and Snape stops his torturous attention.

“Behind the painting.” You whimper. Your voice uneven and croaky.

“Behind the painting?” Snape repeats in such an oddly soft and caring voice and you actually believe him that he doesn’t like doing this to you. You nod. He gets up and your legs scream in relief. The chair under you is wet with your arousal and sweat and your thighs are chafed from the friction of Snape moving on top of you.

Snape goes to the painting and taps it a couple of times with his wand. It swings open and reveals a hidden safe. 

“Only you can open it, I assume?” You nod, weak and tired, exhausted and yet painfully on edge. Snape flicks his wand at you and the restraints disappear. He motions for you to come to him. You do, but your legs feel like jelly and protest against movement after being confined for so long.

You place your hand against the safe. It recognises your magic and the internal mechanisms start working, rattling and clicking before the door finally pops open. Snape rummages through it, while you hold onto the file cabinet to not fall.

“Very good.” He says as he flips through a folder. He shrinks it with his wand and stuffs it into his pocket. “What a good girl.” Snape seizes you by your upper arms and you slump against him. He catches your lips in a feral, claiming kiss that you are too tired and weak to either fight - or worse - reciprocate. He turns you both around and slams your back against the wall, putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you. You can’t wrap your legs around him or hold onto him. His weight against yours is the only thing keeping you pinned to the wall and your mind is too far gone to be afraid of falling.

Snape makes quick work of his belt and even quicker of shoving his cock into you. He groans and slams his hips into yours with brutal force. You squeak and limply put your hands on his shoulders.

“A good girl that has earned herself some cock, what do you say?” He grunts. “Isn’t this much better?”

“Snape-” You moan and drop your head against the wall. You can’t even shudder under the force of your orgasm that finally finally is allowed to take your body over, spreading through your entire being, burning hot like molten lava. 

Snape pounds into you, grunting and groaning and whispering filthy praise and you whimper and whine with what little life you have left in you.

He makes you cum two more times on his cock, but by the second your eyes keep falling shut against your will and your hands slide down from his shoulders, over his chest.

“We’ll get along just grand won’t we, sweetheart? Yes, you might not remember any of this, but I will come back and when you see me it all will come back to you.” His thrusts falter and he pulls out of you, letting you slip down the wall until you’re a trembling, boneless mess to his feet.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back, pumping his cock, his cockehead pressed against your lips. You force your eyes open and look up, meeting the dark, stormy gaze of Snape. He is smirking.

“We’ll have a lot of fun.” He says and then he cums, smearing his cum all over your lips and cheek and then the world goes black.

You wake up in your bed, sitting up straight. You feel weird. Like you had a nightmare you can’t quite remember, but the bad feeling lingers, following you back into the waking world. You run your hands over your face and groan.

Your assistant is right. You are working too much. All this stress isn’t good for you. You still have vacation days left…perhaps you should take them. You never wanted to out of fear of letting down your colleagues but they don’t share that opinion, do they? Why should you work yourself to death while they don’t….

You scribble a note on a piece of parchment and whistle. Your owl flutters into your bedroom. You tie the letter to her leg and she flutters through the window.

You’ve earned a vacation. 

You lie back down, wondering what you did to feel sore? Your knickers feel damp too and you have a weird taste in your mouth.

Maybe you’re coming down with a fever. You always have weirdly erotic dreams when you get sick….yes that must be it.

You close your eyes and let exhaustion and tiredness take you.

[severus-please]

New Snape x Reader fic 😍😍

[severussnaperevived]

Recently when I have been on Tumblr I have noticed there has been some hate going around, the thought of someone expressing themselves only to get hate makes me sick to my stomach.

So to everyone out there that doesn't have something nice to say about someone's choice of a ship please keep it to yourself no one wants to see someone being told they are sick or wrong sick for shipping something that they don't agree on.

It's important to remember that here in this community we are here to express ourselves and be around people that share the same interests as us.

It doesn't matter if it's Snapexreader, SnapexOC, Snarry, snamione, snucius or any other ship there is no need to hate on someone for what they like.

So please next time you feel like commenting something hateful please don't because no one wants to see it.

[awriteratheart]

Harry Potter Fanfic (Crush part 1)

I’m just going for it, lol.

"Alright class, we are about to begin. Miss Y/N, your partner has called in sick today so you will be unable to participate in today's dance lesson. You have two options, either go back to your Y/H/N common room, or you may stay and watch the others. If you choose to stay, please stay out of the way of the students. Please stand next to the piano or sit." And with that, Professor McGonagall turned around to face her other students. 

    You felt a little lost for a moment. You did not want to go back too your common room, yet did not want to "loom" over your classmates while watching. It started to create a huge and unwanted divide in your heart until you heard Professor McGonagall say one last thing. 

    "It has been drawn to my attention that Mr. Winner is out of town today. We will have to have someone else pay the music." She stood there for a minute, obviously disturbed by this change in events. You see, Mr. Winner was the piano player for these dance lessons. Without him, McGonagall didn't feel that the music had the same "affect" when played with a wand. She was about to cancel class before you all heard a loud THUD of the doors opening.

    Then, both wooden doors opened loudly hitting the walls with a crack. And there strutted in was the potions master. He walked down to row of students with his normal long, dramatic stride that was followed by a long, black cap that flowed majestically behind the man. His face with it's normal look of nothing but a cold, emotionless appearance, yet he always seemed to carry so much presence. (Maybe it was because he was once a Death Eater? You never had any idea.) As he passed you, you saw his long, raven black hair bounce as he went. (You could always smell a hint of chemicals from his potions room when he was close to you. Chemicals and mint, you never knew why the mint. Then also, the smell of shoe polish. But always, just that wonderful smell of chemicals, shoe polish, and mint. Uhhh, you would kill to have that smell on hand whenever you wanted it.)

    After he had made his way down the row of students (which seemed to go fast if you asked Y/N), he stopped at about three feet in from of the other professor. 

    "I have heard that you need a...piano...player." He said slowly in his low, dark tone. Almost like he was disgusted with the words he had to use. (Ohhhhh, you lived for these moments! Hearing his voice. That low, silky voice. Oh, how you loved this. What a wonderful change of events.)

   McGonagall looked at him. "Yes we do Severus. Are you obliging yourself?" She asked with a shocked look.

He took a look around the room full of children. "Yes...It seems to me that I am." 

McGonagall smiled. "Well, if you want to. Go right ahead." she motioned to the kids. "Children, it seems we are once again going to have lessons. Professor Snape has kindly asked to play for our music."

    Your heart skipped a beat. You have never known he could play to piano.��Well, wasn't this wonderful. Yes, you think Miss Y/N will stay and stand by the piano. After all, your professor has already offered that privilege to you.

    You waited till he had sat down before walking over. You did not want to be noticed by the man. If one couldn't tell, you have a little crush on the man. You died every time you saw him. You didn't want him to notice though. But, you could still admire from a far. 

    After he had sat and started messing with the piano, you began your careful trot over. After getting within about two feet, between the seats and him, you stopped and stayed put. From this angle, you had a perfect line of sight. You could see his face from about a 3/4 view and you could see the piano keys. You tried your best not to get that stupid look on your face every time you got to stare at him. That dump smile with a light blush was what you were used to feeling of your face when you were around him.

[sevysnep]

Submissions

I will be taking requests for severus snape stories :)

[conrad-orbino]

§ Severus Snape Oneshot - “Secret in Forbidden Forest”

Student Y/N has a detention with Snape.

But in that journey, a secret was revealed.

Read here: https://www.wattpad.com/1305530887-%C2%A7-severus-snape-oneshots-%C2%A7-secret-in-forbidden