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I was so inlove with this I had to repost it XD WE NEED MORE OF SUB SEV DFHSLFJSLFND

The way I RAN to the ask button after reading the other requests 😭🙏🏽 this is gonna be a wild 18+ request if you are okay with it. Snape x fem reader who’s also a professor at Hogwarts trying cockwarming for the first time, snape has no idea what it is so the reader sits on his lap and shows him while he’s trying to mark assignments late at night in his classroom to see how long he lasts 🥴🤭

that is disgus-GIVE IT TO ME NOW

minors dni >:(

warnings: explicit smut, kinda sub snape, kinda dom reader, light begging

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Shadows danced across the stone walls of Snapes office, the candlelight casting a faint, warm glow upon the room. Sitting in an arm chair in the corner of the room, you looked up from your grading to look at Severus.

Your partner had the odd tendency to get as close to the paper as humanly possible while grading. As if the students calling him a "dungeon bat" wasn't accurate enough, it didn't help that the man could not see what was right below his eyes for the life of him. No matter how often you urged him to get reading glasses, he would always respond with a scoff.

And so now, you watched, half amused, half annoyed, at the sight of Severus leaning over his papers, quill in hand, eyes inches from the parchment, brows furrowed.

"Severus." You said, putting down your own grading on the coffee table beside you.

He glanced up only for a second before continuing to focus on his work, responding with a questioning grunt.

"You're gonna give yourself a headache."

Severus ignored you, his only response the gentle scratching of his quill upon the parchment.

Sighing, you stood up from the chair and walked over to his desk. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you peered down at the papers he was grading.

In the candle light, you could make out his thin, cramped handwriting written in the blank space between students, his feedback blunt and harsh.

"Severus you can't call an eleven year old a..." you squinted, "dim-witted imbecile."

Severus smirked, setting the quill down and turning his head to the right to look at you.

"If you had to read these assignments, you would call them the same thing." He said.

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips. You silenced it by placing small, playful kisses on his neck just below his jaw, relishing in the feeling of him relaxing under your touch.

"Take a break, love." You whispered in between kisses, "We've been grading all night."

Severus sighed, tapping his quill against the desk. "I'm almost done, I have two left."

Your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, head still buried in his neck. "Maybe I could help you, focus..." You murmered.

You didn't need to see his face to know his brow was raised. The sound of his quill tapping against the desk stopped, replaced by an anticipatory silence.

His rough hand reached up to touch your cheek, callosed fingers softly tracing your skin. "I can't leave this chair."

An idea weaved itself through the silence and into your mind. You hummed slightly, the sound muffled in his neck.

"You won't have to." You murmered in between kisses before pulling away to look at him.

"Severus... Do you want to.. try something?" You asked.

He looked at you, brow still raised. "Go on." He said, lowly.

"What if.. I sit on your lap while you grade?"

Severus smirked. "Because that worked so well for you last time?"

You playfully hit his chest, moving now so that you were infront of him, between him and the desk. "Not like that! I mean in a different way."

His dark eyes flicked between yours. "Show me."

Your hands felt their way down his chest to his trousers, unbuttoning them, unzipping. You paused, looking up at him. His facial expression was blank, but the slight tint of his cheeks and subtle depth of the rise and fall of his chest showed his anticipation.

You pulled your hands away, only to reach up under your dress and pull your underwear down, tossing it to the floor beside his chair. Severus' gaze flicked to it, before looking back up at you, pupils dilating.

Straddling him, your hands rested on his thighs, eyes looking into his. "May I?"

His gaze softened, but his breathing quickened as he nodded, hands reaching up to grip your waists as you pulled him out and positoned yourself on top of him. After a teasingly long second, you sank down slowly, hissing as you took in his length, until your thighs rested comfortably on his.

Severus exhaled shakily, looking down at the sight of your hips flush together, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. Through gritted teeth he spoke at last: "I hardly see how this is going to help me focus."

You leaned in, bringing your lips to his ear and biting gently. "Go back to grading." You whispered.

His caressing of your hips and thighs stopped, hands paused. "Keep grading? With you on me like... this?"

You bit his ear again, lips trailing down his jaw and neck, placing tender, gentle kisses. "Keep grading."

Severus hesitated for a moment, before pulling a hand away from your waist and reaching for the quill again. A hiss escaped his lips at the movement, the slightest sensation echoing through him as he adjusted the paper before him.

"Darling..." He murmered, his voice low. "Are you...."

Your right hand trailed up his back, fingers weaving between strands of his black hair, pulling his head in closer. "I'm not moving until you're finished grading."

An almost shaky exhale left his lips, his grip on your waist tightening as you heard the faint sound of quill on paper resume.

His breathing was deep, but shaky as he wrote, the sound quite slower than it was minutes ago.

"That's it." You murmered in between kisses, fingers now gently pulling his hair as you grinded down slightly, in one simple, teasing movement. "Keep going, love."

Severus hissed, his left hand gripping your hip tighter as his other hand began to write faster, scribbling his notes down with an increased motivation.

Inhaling, you allowed your fingers to continue playing with his hair as you took in his herbal, smokey scent.

For another minute there was only the sound of his laboured breathing and desperate writing, accompanied by the soft murmers and sounds of your kissing on his neck.

His breathing was getting increasingly louder, his grip on your hip tighter.

"Almost done, my love?" You whispered, placing another kiss on the sweet spot just below his ear. In another teasing movement, you rose slightly, only to sink back down on him and cease your movements once again, a soft moan leaving your mouth at the temporary satisfaction.

Severus inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your waist almost painfully. "Y/N." He hissed.

Continuing to leave kisses on his neck, you asked: "What?"

The sound that left his lips was more or less a groan as his free hand flipped the roll of parchment and the sound of quill on paper filled the tiny office once again.

"Move.." He murmered quietly, shyly. "Please."

Your fingers once again tugged gently on his hair, eliciting a small, sharp inhale from him. "Not until you finish grading."

He sighed through gritted teeth as tried his hardest to focus his attention back on the task at hand. But it was difficult to focus on anything else, with the feeling of you warm around him, your hands in his hair, mouth on his neck.... If only you would just.... move...

"However..." You whispered. "I would find it quite entertaining to keep you like this, even after you finish your grading..."

He grit his teeth.

"I wonder how long you'd last... How long it would take before you beg for me to move.. Or to let you fuck me properly.."

He stayed inhaled shakily, hand gripping you somehow even tighter as he continued to grade. "You wouldn't..." He murmered, the sound strained.

You responded immediately, your steady voice almost cutting him off: "Oh, but I would."

He twitched inside you, eliciting a small, breathy laugh from your lips. He only clenched his jaw in response, his hands trembling slightly as he marked with an increased desperation, quill working furiously over the paper.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, he dropped the quill, both hands now on your waist, pulling you away from his neck so he could look you in the eyes.

The look in his eyes was something you'd never seen before. In the dim candlelight, his darkened gaze was intense, pupils completely dialeted, eyes flicking between yours in a silent plea. His hands gripped your waist, almost trembling.

"It's done." He said lowly.

"Is it?" You asked, moving slightly to look behind you at the now single stack of parchments and the quill lazily abandoned on the table. Black ink was spilling from the quill onto the wood of his desk. You turned back to face him, relishing in the clench of his jaw at the friction of your slightest movements.

His black hair hung across the soft flush of his cheeks as his lips parted, eyes into yours. "Please..." He murmered, the sound so low you could barely hear it.

You smirked, pulling off of him slightly only to sink back down at an agonizingly slow pace. He groaned, dark eyes fluttering shut as his hips involuntarily jerked up to greet yours.

"Please what?" You said.

His eyes remained close, cheeks flushing deeper as his voice came out barely a whisper. "Please... Darling.. Move..."

You weren't sure if it was the desperate look on his face, or your own need growing within you, but you gave in without asking him to beg any longer. Your hands resting themselves on his shoulders as you began to rise and sink back down on him, riding him slowly at first.

He let his head fall back against the chair, a soft moan escaping his mouth as his lips parted. "Yes..." He groaned. "Like that... Please..."

You moaned softly at the feeling of him, moving slowly but deliberately. Your hands tightened their grip on his shoulders as you watched every micro expression on his pleasure striken face, the slight twitch of his mouth, the furrow of his brow... All arousing you even more. Knowing that you were the one who made him feel this way.... That he had begged for you... That he needed you...

His breathing quickened, eyes opening, lids heavy as he looked at you. "Love.. I'm not going to... Last long like this..." He whispered.

You moaned softly as you continued to grind down on him, moving at the same slow, passionate pace you had set.

"I know.." You moaned, "Take what you need."

That was all the permission he needed. Without pulling out of you, his hands held your thighs as he lifted you up, placing you on his desk and holding you body flush against his chest as he began to fuck you at the pace he needed for his release.

A gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it, nails clawing at his clothed back, legs wrapping around his waist. You moaned into his chest, listening to the sound of his quiet grunts.

His hands roamed over your body desperately, as if he was searching for a part of you to cling to, his grip finally settling on the back of your neck, pulling you closer against him as he continued to move faster.

"Love.." He moaned, the sound echoing off the stone walls, his rhythm faltering. "Please... I.. Can't...."

"I know." You said, the sound coming out a quick gasp. "It's okay. It's okay."

His grip on the back of your neck tightened, his other hand grasping at your waist as his hips began to stutter, shaky breathes escaping his lips.

He came with a sound that was akin to a whimper, his hips shaking, holding you tight against him as he rode out his high. He clung to you, panting for several moments as he recovered, before gently pulling your head away to look you in the eyes.

His raven hair was a mess, cheeks pink, eyes darkened as he looked down at you, expression a mix of pure relief and love. He reached down, his lips finding yours as he kissed you passionately, gently, his hands still roaming your body.

When he finally did pull his lips away, he did so only to murmer lowly against your lips: "Show me... How I can make that up to you..."

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yall i hope to god this was okay. i love sub snape and tbh he probably is a sub more than a dom in a lot of instances but i feel like i just didnt do this justice for some reason but i tried so i hope its okay :((

thank u for the request <3

This is probably the third time I'm reading it... Im obsessed XD

Crush

Severus Snape x Fem! Reader

Summary: James Potter has a crush on a Slytherin but not just any Slytherin. James has a crush on Severus' girlfriend.

A/N: I had this idea and I couldn't sleep until I have typed it down. By the way, I haven’t read the books so if something doesn’t make sense just ignore it or stop reading. I'm not bashing on James or any one, so don't come for me. Enjoy! -L

WARNING: NSFW, Severus gets the girl, James has a crush, peeping tom, Severus becomes good, high school crushes, Severus gets his happy ending.

Word Count: 4.1K

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James thought someone had cast a spell on him because it was the only way that this shit could happen to him. He was crushing hard on the new Slytherin girl who entered in his 5th year. Harmless crush, he will get over it because he had his eyes set on Lily Evans. Sweet and beautiful Lily but in his 6th year, the new girl entered Quidditch and it bothered him when they played against each other. He found out your name when the announcer called it out when you got a winning score.

After every game he had against House Slytherin he would end up in the locker room. Showering with his cock in his hand as he pressed his forehead against the wall. He jerked his cock as he remembered the tight black trouser you had on. The way you pinned your hair back so it wouldn't get in your face while flying. How flushed your face looked after a game, how your lips looked parted as you breathed heavily.

“Fuc-cck.” James moaned loudly as he came on the tile wall of the shower. He felt wrong for liking a Slytherin, he has to hate them. They were evil and they didn't care about anymore but themselves. However his cock had a mind of its own. It wanted you.

He started to think about you more, the moment he woke up. You plagued his dreams and he dreamt being in bed with you, holding you and talking to you. Sirius and Remus started to talk among themselves when Lily passed by them in the Great Hall for breakfast, James usually followed her like a puppy whenever he saw her but recently James was always deep in thought. None of his friends saw how James would look across the tables when bringing his cup of pumpkin juice up to his lips. Remus and Sirius were on him when he started to choke on his pumpkin juice. Sirius was slapping his back while Remus started to grab napkins from the far end of the table to clean James’ mess. The juice had fallen all over the table.

“Mate, are you good?” Sirius asked as James coughed once more. James nodded before looking over at the sight that made choke.

Severus sat next to you and you were talking to him as you passed him a plate of buttered toast. James couldn't help but look away in jealousy when you leaned closer to Severus’ face and whispered something to him. Severus’ cheeks grew pink at your words and James stood up from his seat.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” James said and without waiting for his friends’ response. He quickly walked out of the Great Hall passing Lily without a single glance.

“He's alright?” Lily asked as she walked towards Remus and Sirius. They shrugged their shoulders before finishing their meal.

6th year was coming to an end and James still kept quiet about his crush on you. He pretended everything was normal and kept his guard up whenever you passed by. Summer was coming and the students were starting to get rid of their cloaks and sweaters. James thought he was going to faint when he saw you walking into class. The weather was humid and you wore a short sleeve button down shirt, you had ditches the pantyhose and wore black thigh high socks. James swore he had passed away when he saw your bare upper thighs when you sat down.

He kept looking at your thighs and began to wonder if your thighs were soft, he wondered if you were sensitive there. His eyes began to travel over your body, your arms and your shoulders, he lets out a sigh when he saw you pulling a book out of your bag. You looked ahead and made eye contact with him. Giving him a tight lipped smile you turn back around and face towards the blackboard. James looked around and saw you had an empty seat next to you. He was thinking of an idea to come up to tell Peter. He usually sat next to Peter during this class. James was about to stand up to make his move when you looked over your shoulder and let out a smile, too busy looking at you he didn’t even realize the person you were smiling at. James felt someone pass him and saw they had sat down next to you. He slowly sat back down and realized it was Severus. Peter came soon after and sat next to James who kept quiet throughout the entire class. Peter thought James was getting sick when he hadn't made a joke on Severus who was sitting with you a few feet ahead of them. Unknown to Peter, James was staring daggers at Severus when he saw Severus’ hand get closer to your lap under the desk. He was about to pull away when you grabbed a hold of his hand and placed it under your skirt on your right upper thigh. Severus’ shoulders tensed up when you leaned back and spread your legs wider.

Severus’ hand remained on your upper thigh throughout the entire class and James was red in the face. The second that class was dismissed; he was the first to leave, making a scene that Severus and you look over at the entrance with a weird look. Last year of Hogwarts came and the news about Severus and your relationship was the talk of the school. James and Sirius walked together as a group of girls squealed when they saw the couple ahead of them. Severus and you walking side by side down the hallway.

“What a freak show.” Sirius mumbled under his breath.

“They were cuddling on the train ride here.” One of the younger girls said to her friends.

“Lucius said it was about time before he graduated. He’s their number 1 fan, apparently.” The other said, making the rest giggle at the thought of their oldest classmate cheering Severus and you being together.

“You're telling me Snivellus has a girl before us.” Peter commented as he stood by his friends. “Good for him. They look happy.” James, Peter and Sirius looked over their shoulder at Remus who stood behind him.

“What?! I’m just saying.” Remus said as he wrapped his arm over Sirius’ shoulder and looked over at James. “Heard the girls talking about Lily coming up to you soon.” James tears away from you and looks at Remus.

“Really?” James asked. Remus nodded at him with a smile. They all knew how James wanted to go out with Lily. James tried his hardest to get you out of his mind for the last year, he knew it was going to be hard when he found out you were in four of his classes and two of them you were with Severus.

Severus had changed throughout the summer and James believed it was because of you. Severus did not look lanky at all anymore, his hair looked soft and it had grown longer throughout the summer. His clothes looked fitted and had no holes in them. James almost snapped his quill in half in mid writing when he saw Severus moving his hair to the side and saw a hickey on the fair skin of his neck. James was over the moon when he asked Lily out and she finally said yes. He invited her to The Three Broomsticks the coming weekend. He wanted to joy it, he really did but as Lily spoke her appearance changed into you. He drowned himself in Butterbeer as he tried his best to keep up with the conversations. It didn't help when he saw a group of Slytherin walking inside. His eyes widened when he saw Severus and you walking, holding hands as you entered with the group.

Severus was talking with someone when he sat down next to you casually throwing an arm around your shoulders. He did it so nonchalantly that it made James mad. He looked so normal with you and you leaned against him placing a hand on his lap.

“They look good together.” Lily said then looked back at James who frowned.

“What?” He asked Lily, she repeated herself with a smile. “He spoke to me before summer break.” James grew a scowl. “What did he say?” James asked, about to get up but Lily grabbed a hold of his arm pulling him down.

“He didn't do anything. He spoke and he apologized again. I know he meant it this time. He wanted to say sorry and to thank me for being his friend when we were younger. He told me how he met Y/n and how much he loves her.” James felt ill to his stomach as Lily spoke about Severus talking about you.

“They got muggle jobs during summer break and are saving up to go to Paris after graduation.” James frowned looking down at his drink.

“I’m so happy for him and he told me that he's happy for me too. Y/n told me she’ll kick your butt if you do anything bad to me. She’s really nice.” James looks up.

“You met her?! Spoke to her?” James asked and Lily nodded.

“Yeah, we spoke on the train ride on the first day back to Hogwarts. I saw them both in the cart. Severus introduced me to her. She’s really pretty.” Lily said before taking a drink of her Butterbeer. James quickly changed the topic, not wanting to speak more about Severus and you. He had to get you out of his mind, this is madness, he thinks to himself.

James found himself alone in the hallways after his date with Lily. He couldn't sleep and told Remus he was going to walk for a bit. He needed fresh air, with the map in his back pocket and his wand in his hand, lit up. He made sure no professor was roaming around and he took the shortcuts that he saw on the map. He decided he was going to heat some milk up to help him sleep. He kept thinking how the last year of Hogwarts for him was coming to an end and James couldn't be more happier. He was finally going to get rid of you and Severus. He never wanted to see you again. He believes the distance would be good. He wouldn't have to think about you, he wouldn’t have to dream about you. He has Lily now and he couldn't be more merry about it.

About to make it to the kitchen he froze when he heard giggling coming from inside.

“Nox.” James whispered and the light at the end of his wand dimmed down. Quickly grabbing the map from his back pocket he walked to the nearest window of the hall. He used the moonlight to see who was in the kitchen. He almost ripped the map when he saw Severus and your name standing in the middle of the kitchen. Another giggle rang out and he froze when you moaned Severus’ name.

Leave James. Leave. James, fucking leave. He was at war in his mind when he heard a low moan. He shoved the map in his back pocket and wished he had his cloak. He stares down at the knob as he hears Severus moan your name. It made the hairs on the back of James’ neck stand up.

He doesn't know how long he took but he managed to turn the knob and was surprised when there was no charmed lock on the door. He slowly opens it and looks through the crack of the doorway. James hits the frame of his glasses with the door when he leans forward and his breath hitched at the sight of Severus. Severus was sitting down, his head was thrown back, his shirt was unbuttoned and open showing his pale and smooth chest. His collarbone stood out when he leaned back once more with a deep moan. James looked down to see Severus’ hands deep in your hair. You're down on your knees between Severus’ legs. James can hear you moaning as you sucked Severus off. He can hear you gagging and your wet moans.

He watches as Severus pulls you away from his cock, you're huffing and trying to catch your breath as you stare up at Severus. James can't see your face but the way Severus is looking down at you and the trail of saliva on Severus’ long cock. He knows you are loving it, you love being on your knees for him. Severus leans down to kiss you, cupping your face as he deepens the kiss.

“Please.” James hears you beg with a whimper.

“What do you want, love? Tell me.” Severus asked as he began to kiss your cheek down to your neck. His long fingers are quickly unbuttoning your shirt. James watched how Severus kissed you so desperately as he takes you in his arms.

“I want your cock. I need it.” James bites his bottom lip at your words. Severus helps you stand up and pulls you to stand between his legs.

James watched as you kissed him, wrapping your arms around Severus’ neck. Severus' hands wanders behind you and James feels face turn bright red when he saw Severus' hands go under your skirt, pulling your black underwear down to your ankles. Severus unclip the skirt from your hips and let it drop on the kitchen floor. His hands quickly go up to touch your ass, he plays with it and squeezes it as he looks up at you. James hears Severus and you speaking in low whispers. He hears the words I love you and I can't wait.

“As much as I love your nose.” You said but trailed off with a moan when Severus leaned down to kiss your mound. His sticky hands grab a hold of your underwear and toss them aside.

“I need your cock. Please.” You pleaded, making Severus chuckle as he stood up from his seat. Severus turns you around and leans you over the table. “Mulciber is waiting for his sandwich.” Severus mumbles and groans when you look over your shoulder at him as you grind your ass against him.

“He’ll get it soon. He can wait. He's not going to starve to death.” James can’t help but stare at your bra, the lacy bra looked so delicate holding your breasts. Severus cups your breasts from behind, squeezing them over the bra before one of his hands goes between your legs making you whine.

“Shhh, You have to be quiet. Don’t want one of the elves coming here and seeing you dripping wet for my cock.” James saw a bright smile appear on your face as Severus teased you.

“Sev!” You shouted as Severus propped one of your legs up on the table and pushed you down on the table. James can see you tremble and hears you begging Severus to fuck you.

James without a single thought in his head, take the wand from his right hand and begins to unbutton his trousers and unzips it slowly when Severus begins to thrust into you from behind. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping together filled the kitchen. James is jerking himself off harder when Severus pulled your hair, making you lean back taking his thrusts as you cry out. Severus moans as he kisses your neck, one of his hand pulls your bra down and your breasts are bouncing from how rough he’s fucking you.

“Sev!” You cry out when Severus brings his hand from your tit to your neck, holding it.

James is biting the inside of his cheek to not make a noise. He can taste the copper in his mouth when Severus tells you he’s about to cum.

“In me, baby. Fill me up.” Your voice cracks when Severus pulls you against him and groans as he speed up his thrusts.

“Take it. Take it, love. Take everything.” James watched as you drop your mouth open and began to tremble when Severus’ hand drop down between your legs. James wished the table was out of the way so he see your cunt. He hears it though, he can hear how wet it is.

James imagine your wet cunt on Severus’ face. The comment you made earlier was stained on his mind. You loved his nose, that hook nose that everyone made fun of it is now getting drenched by your juices.

James watched as you came undone as you leaned back at Severus, your leg had dropped down and you’re in Severus’ control. He wrapped his arms around you as he rammed himself inside, his face hidden between your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck-k Y/n!” Severus cried out as he held you tight as he came inside of you. James let out a whine when he felt his balls tighten at the sight of you. Your head is leaning back against Severus’ chest, your tits are bare, your hair tousled and the smell of sex filled James up. He cums in his hand and makes a loud noise.

“Who’s there?!” James jumps at Severus’ voice and quickly runs down the halls with his softened cock in the open and his right hand covered in cum.

Severus slams the door shut and walks back to you as he zips himself up. He hums at the sight of you and grabs the forgotten underwear on the floor. Tucking it in his back pocket, he watches as you lean against the table trying to catch your breath.

“Who was it?” Severus shook his head as he grabbed your skirt, wiping his hand over it making sure it was clean for you.

“No one was there.” He tells you as he wraps the skirt around your hips and clips it together. Severus watches as you begin to button your shirt back up. “I love you.” Severus spoke softly as he finished the last button of your shirt and fixed the collar of your shirt. Severus thinks he will never get tired of your smile. You smile bright at him before leaning forward to kiss his bare chest.

“I love you.” You said wrapping your arms around him. You pressed your face against his chest, enjoying his scent and his warmth. Severus kissed your forehead and hugged you back.

“Five more months.” You mumble against his skin and Severus smiles at your reminder. “Fuck, what kind of sandwich did Mulciber wanted?” You hear Severus ask from above.

“I have no idea.” You say pushing away from your boyfriend and helping him button his shirt as Severus began to accio the ingredients he needed to make a sandwich.

Mulciber was in bed reading the newspaper when Severus came walking in. Mulciber raised a brow at Severus who dropped a bag on his lap and walked over to his bed. Laying down with a sigh, he put his arms under his head.

“Did you ransack the kitchen?” Mulciber said with a chuckle as he took out three different types of sandwiches. Severus looks over at his friend who had a sly grin. Mulciber took note of Severus’ face, his lips were pink and looked puffy like he just finished setting the world record for the longest kiss. Mulciber can see a hickey peeking under Severus’ dark locks. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone and his hair was a mess and Severus looked completely relaxed.

Severus was sitting next to you in the Great Hall for breakfast the next day. He listened as you spoke with your friends about an essay due for class as he filled his plate up with waffles and sausages. He was about to ask you to pass him the maple syrup when he looked ahead and his eyes met with no other then James Potter. Severus frowned and looked away but then looks back again at James and noticed his eyes were on you now. You didn't pay attention, to focus on the meal in front of you and talking with your friends. Severus leans towards you.

"I think I found out who was peeping at us." Severus whispered making you freeze in mid bite and look over at him.

"Who?" You whispered. Severus points ahead with his chin and starts to cut his waffles. You look ahead slowly and looked at James who was talking with another boy, you didn't believed it until James looked back at you and his cheeks grew pink, he quickly avert his eyes from you.

"No fucking way. Why him? Doesn't he hate your guts?" Severus nods at you before looking back at you.

"There's only one way to find out." Severus said before biting into his waffles. "You mean Legilimens." Severus nodded at you.

James knew he shouldn't have looked ahead again. He felt embarrassed after last night, cumming at the sight of Severus fucking his girlfriend. James was about to leave when there was cheering and whistling ahead of them. His friends looked over their shoulders and James looked to see what the people were cheering. The entire Slytherin table were up on a roar as they saw you kissing Severus bright and early in the morning. Severus felt you place a hand on his chest and he almost forgot why you were doing it. He looked ahead to see your plan had worked, you had caught the attention of James Potter. The Gryffindor boy was staring right at Severus.

Severus took a deep breathe and enter into James' mind. Sirius placed a hand on James' shoulder when James winced, saying he just got a headache out of no where. Severus didn't need much time, he ran thorough James' mind with ease and when he found out what he was looking for he got out of his mind. You look over to see Severus' with a small frown as he stared down at his plate.

"I should kill him." Severus mumbled to you and you placed a hand on his leg under the table. "He thinks about you. He has cum at the thought of you. He saw us last night, Y/n."

"No more pranking, remember." You told him, grabbing a hold of his hand under the table. "Do not fret over him. He's just jealous that he can't have what he wants. Let him be. The school year is almost over and we will be out of here."

Severus lets out a sigh but nods at you. He continues on with his breakfast trying to ignore how James craved for you. The end of the school year came and every thought of James vanished away. Severus and you had bigger things to think about and plan. Your friends hugged you and begged you to write to them as soon you and Severus' landed in Paris. Severus' group of friends bid him goodbye and in hushed whispered let him know that he who should not be named was waiting for him when he returned.

In the train to the airport, you looked down at your tickets. Severus had come back to his seat and looks over at you. He holds a vial towards you and you grab it before feeling him kiss your forehead. You open it and you can smell the Polyjuice Potion.

"Sandra Johnson." Severus said as he takes an ID from the pocket of his cloak. Shutting the vial close and tucking it in your pocket, you grabbed the ID, you saw a picture of a older white woman with different color hair from yours. Severus shows you his, a picture of a older man who's blading and weighs more than he should.

"Clyde Johnson." You read the fake ID to Severus. "You have thought of everything." You added as you tucked the fake ID with your plane tickets to the States.

You lean against Severus who welcomed you into his arms. This was the plan, a plan to run away and never look back. Severus knew the Death Eaters wanted him to join, he was foolishly enough to listen to them and visited one of their meeting but at the end he couldn't go through with it not when he met you. You had changed him, he found himself wanting a future with you, away from everyone, away from the war. All of his life he had to deal with pain and suffering from the hand of his abusive father and from his bullies. Severus and you decided the night both of you confessed your love to one another that both of you were going to run away together and start somewhere new, somewhere where no one knows who Severus and Y/n are.

ITS OCTOBER PEOPLE!!!!

Kinktober Day 1: Stuck

Severus Snape x GN! Reader

Summary: Stuck in the shelving of Snape's potion storage room, leaving only him to help you.

Warnings: Claustrophobia Warning, Established Relationship, Smut, Stuck, Grinding, Dry Humping

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Minors do not interact!

Hearing dusty potions being taken down one by one placed on a new surface, no longer rattling a threat against your struggle with their old one. Comforted by the warm hand of your Severus, pressed softly against your body, taking the brunt of the shelf's wooden detail that had kneaded at your skin.

Faintly tasting freedom away from the dark, rotten wooden shelving of the potion storage room. Slowly and steadily backing out right into his lap, halting progress.

Instead of moving out of the way, you feel him grind up against your ass, pushing you back to square one. Feeling as his hands hungrily traveled down, seeking out your hips. Landing on them quickly, pulling on them, inviting you to feel his tented cock.

“Hold still” his deep voice moaned echoing in the small room, announcing his pleasure. Soft humps sharply turned into feverish grinds, further nailing you into the shelving. Nails digging into your riled hips, peeling away the clothes that prevented his cock from entering you.

Obscured from the view of Severus's face, how his eyes engaged onto your body, wanting only to feel your warm insides. The next piece of clothing to go was his. Released from the fabric prison, his cock falls with a slap against your ass, causing a light hiss to escape from his lips.

“Severus” you whined as he steadily drawing his cock around, lubing it up with your arousal, making sure every inch was covered. Squirming under his teasing, your moans quickly heated the small space of the bottom shelving; the pleasure from his actions buckled you down onto the wood.

Arching your back, giving a full view of Severus. Relishing in the growing bliss as his cock finally glides into you. Igniting nerves at every inch, fogging up your mind and vision. Stirring the feeling of thrill and fullness, his cock and hips tilt down, burying further into you.

Hearing as the shelving shook with rhythm, threatening Severus to calm. Ignoring the threats, hands pulling you against him, cock carving deeper, electrifying new nerves. Feeling he explores the new soft terrain, charming gasps from your throat, ecstasy building with every one of his thrusts.

Hurried moans sound from Severus, warning you to his buckling hips. With one last pull, you are free from the bounds of the shelving. The pain mixed with the blinding thrill of cumming to his cock, hearing as he did so too. Pulling out quickly, spilling ropes of his warm cum on your bare ass.

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AGREED! he looks so soft and squishy... I'd cherish him tbf

sub!snape headcanons :)

{part one}

im working on some sub!snape fics rn (ur requests), but in the mean time... have this

im high. so i apologize if thiss is a mess. pls ignore the grammar or whatever

warnings: NSFW, explicit, smutty (MINORS DNI OR I STG)

alright here we go (virgin, inexperienced, sub!snape)

My headcanons about...

Kissing: I honestly, this is kinda sad, but i imagine that sev was always really scared to be kissed because he thought it would be a prank. The first time you kiss him would have to be somewhere private, for this reason and the fact he hates pda, and you'd have to ask him. (i mean obviously, consent is important folks) but i mean, like literally verbally, "Severus, can I kiss you?" And i think at first his face is just blank, like hes trying to figure out if you're serious, amd he gets all flustered, and blushing and like "i, uh, you want.. are u sure? i.." or he is literally speechless and just nods

Kissing Cont. As the kissing gets more intimate i feel like hed be breathing pretty heavily. we know this man is skilled at occulemency and can control his emotions sooo well.. but when it comes to this... i think that man lets it go and is just a shaky, panting, flustered mess

Teasing: Especially in the beginning, he doesn't like to tease you or make moves. One, he's impatient. Two, he doesn't really know what to do and is scared of doing the wrong thing and messing up. But the second you start kissing on his neck... Running your hands down his body...

Preferences: sub!snape i think def prefers gentle!dom. i don't think he'd be totally against pain or stuff like that... but especially at first and for the most part, imo he would prefer to be taken care of. like lets bffr, his entire life he was neglected, touch starved and forced to always be in control. I think he would crave giving in, letting someone else control him

Prefrences Cont. He keeps his clothes on, especially at first. prob the trauma, mixed with insecurity, mixed with a bunch of other fun stuff. But at first, he is nearly fully clothed.

Kinks: Praise. 100%. And if you asked him before you guys had had sex about praise he probably would've scoffed. But the second you're on top of him the first time, moaning his name, saying how good hes making you feel, how well he's going... I think hes like o h. also slight degredation

Kinks cont. I don't think he'd like to be tied up tbh. as pretty as that'd be.. i think he'd need to touch you, feel you, his hands roaming everywhere. being pinned down by your wrists is different tho

Fav positions: when he's sub! he def likes you riding him, pinning his wrists down, taking what you need from him. he gets to see your whole body.. and relax for once and be a lil selfish in his own pleasure

Oral: sub!snape def prefers to give as opposed to recieving, i think this about dom!snape too, but especially about sub!snape. especially when you ride his face, when he gets to look up at you, watch your face contort in pleasure... especially when you grind down on him, but giving sub!snape head is like, a religious experience fam. on jah, on your jaw, dun dun tiss. yea that man is a shaking, whimpering mess, his hands clawing at the sheets, panting, cursing, begging. yep

His first time: lets be honest guys. he aint lasting long. but i think he would be like THIS? is what its like? and then proceed to overexhaust himself by going ten times because how in the world had he never felt this before.

misc.

he never used to touch himself much, insecurity and yk depression, but since you... whenever you're gone... he fucks his pillows yep i said it.

he def likes to edged, and having to beg for it. idk why, but i'd die on this hill.

he blushes so easy. like so easy. the man is so pale, one compliment or small kiss and his face is red

he's relatively quiet. he's verbal, but doesn't moan very loud. more so whispers, begs, quietly.. especially at first when he's more shy. but when he starts to get desperate, maybe after a lil bit of edging... he whimpers when he cums and thats just the truth

but if you compliment those whimpers.. tell him how much it turns you on.. he'll let them out even more

building on that, he wants to please you. be good for you. know that he's doing it right. in a horny way and also in a kinda emotional like.. she really does want me look at how shes reacting kinda way

loves to watch your face when he's making you cum

the first time you pull his hair hes like oh....

needs a lil extra aftercare after being sub! cause its a very vulnerable thing for him.. but his fav is just to lie there, cuddle you, bonus points if you praise him and tell him how proud you are of him

this was shameless.

cheerio xx

Aww, you just made it even cuter

Hello! I had a dream a while back where the war just ended and I was standing on a hill with Hogwart's in background, with Severus Snape, he was smiling. I told him that I was pregnant. He got really happy and then he huged me. Then I woke up. But I think it was very cute 💖

Omg that’s the cutest thing EVER!

just imagining him all bandaged up and out for the first time after the war to have some fresh air with you and he’s just so peaceful and calm.

Everything seems so perfect and then you tell him and his heart races, he’s like both excited and shocked, but so thankful regardless.

He hugs you immediately and kisses your forehead so lovingly.

"You just made me the happiest man alive"

He’s definitely going back to the castle with a smug feeling in his chest and holding your hand tight in his.

Hey there could you write a short story about Snape catching his beloved (female reader) in a little white lie and punishing her for it? In a dominate way he could tie her up and remind her that lying is not what good girls do. The lie I have in mind is her lying when asked where she was at a certain time but he knows its false. In the end she was only trying to sneak around to get him a birthday suprise. I would like to see her hold out as long as possible before revealing the reason for her lie and maybe even be a little bit of a brat. If you can’t I understand and thank you for you’re time.

Hi Anon!

You’re in luck, and I take requests when they inspire me, and this definitely inspired me. I hope you like it!

Summary: You have just come home with Severus’ Birthday Preset, hell bent on keeping it a secret this year, but he already knows too much and you get caught in a a lie and end up being punished.

Notes: Pairing: Reader/Severus, 1st Person POV, Word Count: 4K

Content Warnings: Explicit NSFW . Reader has a vagina. Daddy kink. Ropes, spanking, vaginal fingering, Vaginal intercourse.

Daddy I’m Home

With a powerful thrust of my hip I swing the door open, struggling with the overloaded brown paper bags of groceries in my hands. “Home!” I huff out as I awkwardly kick my boots off and when I turn my head to the living room I see the Daily Prophet news sheet fold down, he looks at me from his favourite chair. I give him a smile as I rush to hide his gift before he stands up.

I move to the kitchen briskly, throwing the bags down on the counter and putting the parcel that contained his birthday present in a lower cupboard behind the potatoes. I get myself a sorely needed glass of water before putting the food away. I'm parched from rushing around to get home, I had been halfway running with the bags. When I turn around after downing my glass of water he startles me, he is right behind me. I hadn't heard him coming.

“You've been out longer than I thought.”

“Diagon Alley was busy.” I explain.

“Where did you go? Other than obviously the green grocer.”

“Florish and Blotts.”

“Yet…I see no books.”

“They didn't have that cookbook I wanted. Sold out already.” A damn shame because I had been hoping to try my hand at one of the recipe’s my friend made last night.

“Took up a lot of time, did it? Not buying a book?”

“Well I had to look to see if they had it first. What’s with the questioning?” I ask, internally scolding myself. I am already getting defensive and I had told myself I would not be.

“Well you've been gone quite some time. I really thought you would be home before me.”

“Well it took longer than I thought.”

“Indeed. You stopped nowhere else?”

“Okay you caught me! I stopped for an ice cream cone. I didn't tell you because I knew you would nag me about sweets before dinner but I was starving.” I confess to a minor transgression. Ice cream when I was about to cook for us. The roast would take at least an hour though. The ice cream had kept me going when I felt burnt out.

“Oh yes, I am no fun. It is wise to omit things that contain fun lest I become upset.” He is sarcastic, he seems annoyed.

“Why are you all grumpy?”

“Perhaps because my darling little sweetheart is lying to me.”

“I am not!” I hope my lie isn't obvious on my face. It's so hard to keep things a secret from him. How many times has he ruined a surprise for himself by being too observant? Hiding things from him was hard, he always knew when things were slightly out of place.

“You are. I was under the mistaken impression that you were a good girl, and above such nonsense as lying to my face.” He is baiting me to fight him. I told myself I would not ask him what is making him so nosey, it will give me away.

“Severus. I went to the bookstore, I got ice cream, I got groceries… maybe I chatted to too many friends along the way. Did too much window shopping. Would you scold me if something in the window of Madam Malkins caught my eye and I went in to see it?”

“I would scold you because you just lied to me again.”

I’m about to open my mouth- insist I hadn’t when I catch myself. He knows something, but I won’t ruin his birthday present just because he’s an overly observant taskmaster. I turn to try and unpack the food, to give myself time to make something else up. I take a single apple out of the bag when he raps his wand on the counter top loudly beside me and everything flies quickly to their homes, preventing me from using them as cover.

“Care to tell me what kept you?” He was looming in a manner which told me he was in a very particular mood. He was about to make a meal out of this interrogation and play with his food. In this case, me.

I start to walk away, around the island toward the living room door but suddenly he side steps me and I’m backed up against the fridge. “Did you wish to keep your coat on because you intend to run back out the front door or can I take it off?” He asks. I don't even answer, he is undoing the buttons already. Off it comes.

“Things take longer than we think sometimes. I think this dinner will take a while I should really get started…”

“Didn’t you just have an ice cream?”

“Yes but the roast needs a long time-“

“I am not so famished that I will expire if it's delayed.” He tucks some hair behind my ear as he says it. Then something coils around my ankles like a snake.

“Severus no-“ I start, not his ropes. I’m bad at keeping secrets from him at the best of times, tied up and being questioned, I’ll always fail.

“Don't start making demands. Good girls get to say no. Good girls that dont lie get to tell me they’d rather make dinner.” He snatches my hands out of the air like a lizard might snatch a fly and pulls them behind my back. His ropes slither around them too, pulling each wrist tight to the opposite elbow so my arms rested tight against my lower back with no movement.

“I’m not sure what to tell you, I went where I said I went. I didn't think you were the kind of man who wanted to control me down to the minute.” I bite, I’m getting feisty because I have done nothing wrong.

“The attitude you are giving me is unlike your usual nature. I don’t appreciate you meeting my concern with such dismissal.”

“Concern!? I went to the bloody grocery store!” I insist and that seems to rile him more. I’m thrown up and over his shoulder. “Severus, what is your problem!?” I screech as I’m carried to the living room.

“Guess.” He answers as he puts me down.

“I’m going to choose to remain silent.” I sniff haughtily.

“Guilty little pet.” He grumbles. He sits in his favourite chair and pulls me down over his lap ignoring my protests. “Did you know where you were going when you left this morning?”

“Sort of…” I answer truthfully.

“Not all of your trip was planned?”

“No, the ice cream shop was not planned as I said.” I snap. This earns me a slap across the rear before I’m expecting it. “I’m not lying!”

“You are answering me like a brat.”

“I am answering you honestly!” I bite then yelp because he got me again with a really stingy one.

“Incorrect.” He drawls and then we are silent. I chew on my words instead of speaking them. I’m trying to do something nice for him and I am being punished for it. “I shall answer your question because I am not unreasonable. I am angry because a certain someone was in a very dangerous part of Knockturn Alley alone today.”

Shit. I’m still not sure what he knows and I don't want to blow the surprise. What to tell him… I could try to deflect. Asking him if he was there seemed too guilty though.

“I’m waiting.”

“I think you are intent on punishing me so you might as well get on with it.”

Normally each blow to my behind would be accompanied by soothing caresses, apparently my attitude meant I was not afforded them. After a solid round of ten or more, I had lost count, he finally rested his palm against me, but still it did not rub the sting out. He pauses and is silent. My breathing is loud in my ears.

“This silence is the space designed for you to tell me the true story.”

“My silence is my answer.”

“Is it your intention to test my patience?”

“My intention is to get through this so I can start dinner.”

His ropes start multiplying. They begin to wrap my whole torso like a fly in a spider web. They encircle every inch of me all the way up my neck to my face. They don’t squeeze me, but they threaten. He stands and my body is lifted into the air before him. He’s taking me upstairs and I’m not sure why. “Tell me darling, why am I wrapping you up so tightly?”

“I’m not a legilimens.” I answer sarcastically and the ropes squeeze me as punishment as we move up the stairs and into the bedroom.

“Because you apparently need a reminder that you are mine. I shouldn’t have to wrap my magic around you and squeeze you with it for you to remember.” He says as I am deposited on the bed. “What does it mean for you to be mine, sweetheart?”

“That you insist on hitting me repeatedly on the backside when you don’t get your exact way?”

“This isn’t about me getting my exact way. This is about you disregarding your safety.” He is unfastening my trousers. “Since you so cleverly wormed your way into my heart… it is now your responsibility not to die, or to otherwise be kidnapped, cursed, hexed, jinxed or harmed in any way when you could have easily asked me for an escort.” As he lists the things he thinks could have happened to me in Knockturn alley he eases his hands inside my clothing more and more. He pushes the trousers down a little more with each word.

“A part of being mine is not offering up what is mine to various unsavoury characters by going shopping where there are dark corners and bad people looking for a sweet little thing that can be corrupted, coerced, or just plain tricked out of her gold.” The trousers slip off the ends of my feet and he steals my socks too. I’m wiggling on the cool of the duvet in my lacey panties and a turtleneck top he can’t steal unless he is willing to unleash my arms from their ropes.

“Severus, are you telling me that in addition to spanking me you are going to call me naive, easily tricked, and stupid?”

“I am not calling you those things. You are nothing except foolish.” He leaned over and grabbed my torso by the ropes, sliding me over to him. I am trying to avoid being spanked any more so put my feet on his chest and try to push away. “Stop being so difficult.” He grunts.

“Fine.” I bite and move my feet quickly off him so the way he is pulling on me results in me sliding across the bed and our hips meeting in the middle. I wrap my legs around him. “Is that better, sir?” I ask sarcastically.

“Tone, sweetheart.” He warns.

“Temper, dear.” I return.

Then he tries to move me back across his knees and I struggle. This must surprise him, as I never fight him. Usually my punishments are fake things, for transgressions imagined so that we might have some fun together. Normally I am spanked and I am petted in equal measure and it always leads to more sensual touch than pain. This pain for the sake of real punishment has me so feisty and riled that I try, even with my arms immobilised, to get out of his grasp, but he’s strong.

His hand comes down painfully against my almost bare behind and I still, sitting in the string of it. His fingers trace the lace edge of my knickers to where they disappear into the cleft of my bum and I wiggle at the ticklish sensation as it dances along with the painful one.

“Darling, now is the time to say what it is you were doing there. Otherwise I’ll be giving you nine more to complete this set.”

“One.” I belatedly count with gritted teeth in spiteful answer.

He is silent and gives me another.

“Two.” I grumble and I hear emotion in my voice. He rubs my behind for the first time since he began this punishment.

“Three.” My voice cracks, damn it. He is still. I listen to his breathing. He rubs me. I try to force myself to breathe slowly. “Four- Aaaahh I was getting you a birthday present!” I start to count but it hurts enough that I can’t take it anymore, not the pain as much as the implication that I somehow deserve it.

“From Knockturn alley?”

“I know you’ve been out of Doxy eggs and Jobberknoll feathers for three months and I heard the shop down there had gotten a rather large shipment of supplies so I went to inquire.”

“Oh, Darling… that’s a very thoughtful gift… yet it is still true that it’s too dangerous for you to go there alone to acquire such things for me. As thoughtful as you were being.” He responds.

“I feel like you are underestimating my ability to protect myself.” I whimper.

“Are you crying?” He asks.

“I’m just angry.” I answer, trying to control my breathing before I outright weep.

“Sweetheart…We’ve talked about this. You have to use the safeword if you’re feeling overwhelmed.” He sighs and his ropes release me.

I get off him and roll up in a ball on the bed facing away from him. “I wasn’t sure we were playing. You seemed very angry.”

“I was angry. I was completely confused as to why I saw you coming out of that alley and why you were so bloody intent on hiding the truth of it from me. Merlin sake, you could have made some horrible deal with someone down there and have been hiding it from me to save yourself from my ire when I might be the one who could help you.”

I peaked over my shoulder to respond. “You naturally assumed that if I was trying to evade your ire that I would respond best to being tied up and punished?”

Regret washes over his face. “I’m so sorry, pet.”

“You ruined your surprise.” I pout.

He crawls over me, pulling my chin out so he can kiss my lips. “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He kisses again. “How do I prove I’m sorry?” I try to move away from his lips but he is persistent. “Give me those pouting lips, precious.”

“You can’t kiss it better, mister meanie.”

He moves away and I hear him rummage in the bedside drawer. He is probably getting the lotion he made for taking away the sting of these spankings. Sure enough a few moments later I feel his hand come back to my half exposed behind and begin gently rubbing it into my flesh that has been tingling from his harder than usual smacks.

He takes his time, carefully getting everywhere, and even sliding his fingers under the lace and getting the upper part of my behind too. When he’s done his hand presses flat over me and rubs over me, his palm skims my sex on it’s way down to rub my thighs and I can’t help but make a little noise as he brushes me.

Never one to miss a small noise, his hand reverses course, tickling the backs of my thighs before those fingers come up and tentatively pet me through the lace. I surprise myself with my moan. I didn’t think I had been aroused by the spanking, it wasn’t like how it normally was and yet when he touched me all the nerves in my body screamed for more.

I was still curled up hiding my face from him in the blankets. He pressed his fingers against me and leaned over to try to see my reaction. “I don’t want to be presumptuous, darling, but your knickers are very wet…” he began. “Do you want me to touch you, or are you too sore at me for it?”

I gave a noncommittal grumble. I was angry. I was also very aroused, and didn’t want to admit it. I heard him breath out of his nose in amusement at my disgruntled mumbles. He trailed those fingertips up and down the part of me that was exposed to him in my defensive side curl.

I started panting into the duvet. When he pulled the lace to the side he paused before slowly touching me “My apology petting is making you so slick, sweetheart. Do you want more? I’m just going to… spread this around, oh dearest… you feel all swollen and ready… do you want daddy’s finger?” He pressed in barley centimetre and I whimpered.

“I see you are determined not to answer me, I will have to read the signs…” he murmurs before I moan into the bedspread as he sank that finger into me. I’m trying to remember my anger but I can’t as he slowly penetrates me over and over while petting my clit and making me clench around him. “I know I have been very bad, precious, but I was only thinking of your safety. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He tells me softly. “Please, dearest, show me your pretty face I can’t stand to have you hide it from me.” He begs softly while making me come undone. Why must he have this power over me?

Truthfully it’s getting awfully hot, panting into the duvet cover with my face hidden from him so I roll my torso over. He smiles at me as I emerge. “There’s my girl…”

“I’m … still.. mad.” I manage but with difficulty as I move towards orgasm.

“I’ll be your eager servant until you forgive me.”

“I need more…” I whine, I’ve been hovering at the edge of something for minutes now and I can’t quite grasp at it.

“My mouth?” He asks.

I shake my head no. I stretch my arms out to him. I want to feel his body weight on me, to be reassured in his wanting of me. I know he is trying to repent for making me angry but I also need to know he is no longer mad. I want to feel him hold me like his ropes had.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but he does withdraw from me in order to crawl above me, seeking a kiss.

“Squeeze please.” I demand with my outstretched arms.

“Before or during?” He smirks.

“Both.” I answer impatiently. He gives me a tight hug, letting his body weight go, he crushes me into the bed. The wool of his clothing is soft on my fingers but sratchy on my inner thighs. When I start grinding against him he pulls away for a moment and relieves me of my undergarments and unbuttons his trousers. “All off.” I instruct, knowing he will likely leave it all on, but my fingers want his flesh and I won’t let him stay buttoned up. It takes a couple of minutes but it’s worth it when he returns. He tries to take my turtleneck. “No. I’m keeping that. I’m always naked you’re always dressed. This time you shiver, I’ll stay cozy. In fact, fetch my socks.” I demand teasingly, and I bite my lip and grin to watch him naked with an erection find my socks with my discarded trousers and bring them back to my feet. He puts them on neatly. I hold open my arms again. “Squeeze.”

“I’m coming…” He rolls his eyes. He is not doing so well at being a devoted servant, he is already giving sass. He does follow orders through and while he squeezes me he kisses me and eventually he pulls away just a little to position himself so he can be inside me.

I sigh happily to be filled and squished at the same time. I wrap my legs around him so my warm sock covered feet cross behind his back. He rocks gently back and forth into me. “I love you, you grumpy man.” I breath into his ear. “Even though… mmm…. You ruin all your presents…”

“I have not ruined anything. While I adore the idea of your present, the only gift I truly cherish is you. So next time… ruin the surprise and ask me to come with you, my love. You’ll make me go grey prematurely worrying over you.” He pants.

“I have one last request for your penance...” I say somewhat shyly.

“Mmm?” He asks, nose buried in my neck, kissing me.

“Fuck me like you’re still mad.” I say it like a question in case he isn’t game for it.

“Oh with pleasure, darling.” He smiles before lifting his weight off me, then biting my neck till I squeal. He begins to slam his hips into mine “Who do you belong to?” He asks.

“You.” I whimper in character.

“That’s right, you were endangering something that belongs to me.” Fuck he’s all stern and it makes me go wild.

“I’m sorry.” I breathe, giving him big apology eyes just for my own enjoyment.

“Don’t make daddy worry or else he is going to treat you like a bad girl. Do you understand?” His dark eyes burrow into me. He’s playing mad daddy for me, but I know there is still truth in this for him.

“Yes sir.” I whimper between mews of pleasure.

“Do you feel you have sufficiently learned your lesson?” When his stern is mixed with being out of breath from the effort of fucking me hard it makes my toes curl.

“Yes.” I choke out.

“I think I will restore your status to good girl provided you remind yourself to whom you belong by begging me to let you come, and then saying my name while you do so.”

Beg him? Provided I have time before my climax comes rushing through my body while he lectures me. “Please Daddy. Please let me come, I promise to be good.”

“Good girl.” He grins, sliding his hand between us to pet me where he knows I won't be able to hold out. “Let me hear you.” He croons. I know I asked for this role play but I feel like he has taken the opportunity to teach me a lesson, to remind me how he makes my body feel. I do belong to him in this way.

“Severus!” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he slams into me repeatedly and the waves of pleasure build up then explode through me. He kisses my neck and switches to slow easy thrusts as I spasm around him, eventually slipping out of me but pulling me in close, listening to my shattered breathing.

“Did you not?” I look at him. I hadn't felt him climax with me.

“Doing penance.” He reminded me.

“For how long?” I asked with a laugh.

“Until… I don’t know until after dinner at the least.”

“Oh such a long time for you to abstain.” I roll my eyes.

“I believe you said dinner will take a while.”

“Maybe an hour… Two at most.”

“It will be a very long two hours, precious, as you do look so divine in an apron. If you wish to torture me you could get flour on your face, then I will be really put out about not being able to pull you onto the floor and make you mine.”

“Sir, you will find me willing and able to torture you this evening so don’t give me ideas. Maybe I’ll be wearing nothing but that apron and ample amounts of flour.”

Severus Snape x OC.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day One, Warmth

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: shaving…?

Prompt List: @superfallingstars

“______”

His voice was tired, and even deeper than normal as he called to me from our bedroom.

I don’t think Severus realized how dramatic he was being. It was the first day of fall and he was acting like our chambers had been spelled to be as freezing as the North Pole.

“____.”

He called my name again, and I sighed softly, gently placing down the razor on the side of the tub, looking down at my half shaven leg. I inspected it for any mistakes.

“In the bathroom.”

I spoke, before sudsing up my leg more and grasping the razor again, feeling the bumps in the handle design before going to run it up my leg once again.

I heard soft footsteps, and looked to the bathroom door to see Severus standing there in his sleepwear, looking down at me with tired eyes.

I smiled softly at him, holding the razor up for him to see.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

I replied, smiling at the man before turning my attention to my legs. I ran the razor up my leg once again.

I heard a sound from Severus, a grunt to be exact. I glanced towards the doorway at the corner of my eye. What I saw provoked a soft chuckle to escape my lips.

He was sliding down the side of the sink, and eventually his bottom made contact with the tiled floor of the bathroom, he glanced at me and shuffled his legs to his chest.

“Having fun?”

I asked him, concealing a grin as he glared at me.

“It is freezing in these bloody chambers.”

Severus spoke in response, running his hand on the white carpet on the floor.

“Good to know someone’s having fun.”

I replied with a giggle, making the man glare at me again, but his eyes sparkled with humor.

Eventually, I finished, and Severus handed me a towel as I stepped out of the bath. I thanked him as I wrapped it around my body.

“I do think you’re being a bit dramatic, Verus. It’s not that cold.”

I said with a cheeky smile. He narrowed his eyes at me, furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled his sleeves down his arms a bit further.

“I am not dramatic.”

He retorted, then standing up from his spot on the floor.

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, placing his face in the crook of my neck as his arms encased me.

“You feel warm.”

He muttered against my skin, his cold hand going to grasp my arm as he hugged me.

“And you are cold.”

I spoke, as he smirked and put his hand on the nape of my neck. I immediately squirmed out of his grasp, to move away from the freezing hand.

“Not funny.”

I said with a glare. He smirked and kissed me. I gently moved my hand to the side of his face as I reciprocated the kiss.

Severus moved his hand to card through my hair, gently feeling the slightly wet strands as he kissed me.

We parted our lips for a breath. I watched his lips curve into a smile that he seemed to reserve only for me.

He pecked my forehead and and walked out of the bathroom, most likely making his way to bed.

I stared into the bathroom mirror with a smile as I gently touched my lips.

Even though he was cold, his lips were still my favorite source of warmth.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Two, Garden

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: none

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

Listening to children converse with one another has always been weirdly therapeutic to me. Though, I’ve never really figured out why. I have always assumed it is because of the way kids express themselves, how they show emotions. I think I admire that, and am jealous of it as well. Unbridled and uncaring, not holding back.

‘Honesty is the best policy’ as my mother used to say.

Adults are different in their mannerisms around one another, as they learn speaking the truth isn’t always the right thing. Borders and built and facades are made to hide behind. Who we truly are is hidden, and lost, left behind with the childish hopes and dreams.

I gently pressed down on the rich dirt that surrounded the large, orange pumpkins Pomona and I had been growing. The pumpkins were growing at a steady rate, and would be ready for the Halloween Feast in no time.

As I pat the dirt down, I took note of my now dirtied appearance that was sat in the grass. My overalls were caked in dirt at the bottom, my boots now taken on the color of mud around it. Luckily, my woolen sweater was left untouched by nature.

The sweater was warm, but slightly rough from being worn time and time again. The coarse feeling of the knitted wool against my skin wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it wasn’t entirely welcome either.

I patted down more fertilizer as I listened to the sounds around me. The chatter of happy students, the swaying of trees in the wind, the soft hum of an incoming rain shower, and the occasional chirp of an owl. All positive sounds I’d say.

As I listened to the environment around me, my motions stilled to tune into the sounds. I listened as the chattering died down, and the sounds of fabric and footsteps faded in the distance as if the students were scared away.

I only knew one person who could invoke such a reaction out of the students without uttering even a word.

“Gardening at this hour, _____?”

Severus questioned from behind me, looming over my crouched form as I went back to adding more fertilizer to the soil.

“Yeah.”

I replied simply, looking over my shoulder and glancing at Severus.

Wait…

I did a double take.

In his right hand, he was holding a bucket of herbs, most likely ones he had foraged from the forbidden forest. In his left, he held a thermos.

I gave him a grin, wiping off my hands on a rag Hagrid had lended me as I looked at the thermos he carried. I stood up and dusted off my overalls to the best of my ability.

“Planning for an evening excursion, Severus?”

I teased the man, looking at him.

“….”

He didn’t say anything, staying silent instead, refusing to look me in the eyes.

Suddenly, I felt the thermos pushed into my hand as Severus stepped closer to me, an indescribable expression flashing across his face.

“It’s for you.”

He said, in his deep, velvety voice.

“For… me?”

I was confused. I had known Severus for a few years now, and he was never a person to give anyone anything.

Severus looked me in the eyes, an almost determined expression across his face. His cheeks tinted with a slightly rosy color. I assumed it was from the cold, but hoped it was the cause of something else.

Severus looked eager to change the topic.

“I like your garden.”

I smiled softly, holding the thermos to my chest.

“I like it too.”

Yet, I never took my eyes off his.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Three, Haunt

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: none

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

“It’s not that important… We can cancel.”

A collective gasp rang throughout the staff room.

“You can’t possibly be serious!” Minerva spoke sharply, looking at Severus with a glare she only reserved for students…and Severus annoyingly enough.

Severus loathed staff meeting days. Not only did everyone have far too many questions for their own good, Dumbledore seemed to almost relish his discomfort and prolong the meetings simply to watch him suffer.

"I for once agree with Minerva,” Aurora Sinistra declared. “You can’t possibly be suggesting we cancel the Halloween Ball because of it?”

“Indeed I am.” Severus stated, taking a sip of tea before continuing. “I highly recommend cancelling the ball, Headmaster. To host a ball a day after the Chamber of Secrets has been opened will only cause the Ministry to believe you unstable in your position.”

Dumbledore chuckled, a knowing glint in his eye. That ticked off Severus even more.

“Now, now Severus. Let’s not be too hasty. The children love the Halloween Ball.” Dumbledore spoke, a smile on his face.

Severus rolled his eyes.

“Now, next order of business,”Dumbledore stated in a jolly manner, popping a lemon candy in his mouth, “who would like to set up the haunted house with Severus?”

“I volunteer.”

Severus whipped his head to the left to see who would volunteer to do such a thing with him out of all the staff members.

Of course, it was Professor ____. Severus found he didn’t exactly mind her helping him, which was unusual.

The staff meeting slowly dispersed, a few professors staying behind to sort out some last minute things as Professor ____ walked up to him.

“You ready to get your haunt on, Severus?”

She exclaimed excitedly, smiling up at him with joy as she put a hand on her hip.

“No.” He replied, already annoyed Dumbledore assigned him to do something he didn’t ask for.

“Perfect!” _____ replied, her chipper attitude unbothered by his moody and bothered expression.

Severus couldn’t control his mouth as his lips curved upwards.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Four, Torn

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: mild cursing

(Sorry the post is a bit late, yesterday I went to get my phone fixed, and the man who ‘fixed’ my phone, messed up my back camera. It took a while to get a refund)

“____”

Severus' weary form entered the room, his steps heavy from a long day's work. He cradled a steamy mug of coffee in his hands, the aroma mingling with the quiet hum of winter seclusion. His dark hair was unkempt, a testament to the hours spent hunched over his work, but his gaze, heavy-lidded yet sharp, found mine as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Yes?" I inquired, setting my knitting tools and unfinished project aside, the soft woolen blanket and half-knit glove sitting patiently on the coffee table next to me.

With an almost strained voice, he revealed that Minerva had requested our help in decorating for the Halloween Ball.

Though he attempted to mask it, his dislike for the task was apparent. Since our marriage, I had been the designated decorator of our home, handling all festive touches. Despite his aversion to decorating, he never complained, readily taking on the role of chef and housecleaner. His expression exuded a mixture of resignation and reluctance, but his agreement to help was evident.

“Let’s get started then. We might have some old Halloween decorations stored away," I suggested to my husband as he approached and sat down beside me. He didn’t respond; instead, he leaned against me and planted a kiss on my neck, remaining silent.

“_____” Severus croaked, his voice cracking from his long day of yelling at students no doubt. He looked at me with tired eyes, kissing me on the lips as I faced him.

He gently reached a hand behind my head, pulling me closer to him and deepening the kiss. He put a hand down on the cushion of the chair I was on to steady himself.

Suddenly, a rip of fabric rang out in the room. Severus and I both looked down to search for the source of the sound.

“Shit.” Severus grumbled.

“Shit indeed. The chair is torn!” I glared at my husband. Yet, I could never stay angry at him for long anyways.

Severus kissed me softly, gently caressing my cheek in the kiss. “Sorry love.”

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Six, Roots

Drabble - Fluff/Angst..?

Warnings: persistent reader, relationship boundaries possibly being ignored

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

(I understand how late this is… bear with me)

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As far back as I could remember, Severus had never been one for flowers. He found them messy and unpleasant, for whatever reasons.

Sure, he found use for every plant that crossed his path, from mint to foxglove. Though, he never used flowers for decoration, or ‘childish distractions’ as he called them. He was blind of the beauty they beheld, I thought I would simply have to remind him.

Of course, he never dismissed me for liking and using flowers, yet he never used them himself for anything beside potions. He pretended as if they didn’t exist.

Looking back into the very early days of our relationship, I realize that I might have pestered him too much. I asked him, many times, why he never got me flowers. I suspect it might have been the pressure I put on him, as one morning, a small lavender sprig lie on top of my bedside table.

Of course, this did not let up my interest as of why he avoided flowers so much. But of course, the answer was the same as it always was:

“They are nothing but a burden. Blooming for a minute, then shriveling up and withering.”

One dark and particularly dreary evening, Severus and I were lying in bed. His left arm over my torso as his chest was facing my back. His breath was hot on my ear as we simply lie there, enjoying one another’s company.

Then, Severus whispered into my ear softly. “Flowers remind me of my roots.”

Finally, I was satisfied with an answer.

Late Night Shenanigans | The Marauders x Reader

A loud sigh left Diana’s lips as she plopped down rather tiredly next to James, rolling her eyes at his horrible attempt to fix his own pair of glasses. She grabbed a hold of her wand tapping them lightly, nodding contently at the visible cracks disappearing. 

“Thank you,” Diana waved him off, scanning her surroundings as she fiddled with the holes on her jeans out of habit. Spotting Remus sprawled across the floor with a thin blanket covering the lower part of his body, his sweaty bare chest heaving up and down. His face red and dripping in sweat from transitioning, eyeing the splatters of dried blood on his body including his freckled cheeks. Sirius had passed out in a corner of the room, his head thrown back as he let out soft snores, much like Peter, who was curled on Sirius’ lap. 

“Hey, Diana... do you mind helping-”

“Oh of course not, Rem.” Shakily standing up from her comfortable position on the hard floor, making her way over to the tired boy who gave the brunette a weak smile. The witch grinned uttering soft spells while waving her wand over the boy seeing his wounds slowly start to close up, throwing in a quick cleaning spell so the dirt and the blood were wiped clean off. 

Diana grabbed his clean pair of clothes out of their hidden drawer, holding them out for the freckled boy to take which he sat up to take a hold of them but forgot about the blanket covering his crotch. She instinctively threw his clothes down at his crotch, covering her eyes a blush making its way onto her face. Diana managed to stumble backwards falling onto James who expertly caught the witch. She peered through her fingers, catching sight of the smug smirk on his face as he adjusted his arms around her small frame. 

“Fuck off, J. I regret covering Remus’ goods now, I’d much rather see that sexy man then be in your lap-”

“Rude! I’ll have you know-” She almost couldn’t hear James’ sounds of protests over the howling of Remus’ laughter, letting out a few giggles as the Chaser held her tightly against his chest. Diana sighed happily, leaning her head back to rest on his chest enjoying the feeling of his warm arms wrapped around her.

“Can you believe that only a couple months ago, I wanted nothing more than to punch you across the face?” James mumbled, feeling the girl start to giggle at his comment as he rubbed her arms comfortingly. Diana laughed at what he stated, thinking back to the endless banters during class or in the Great Hall where they would end up screaming at each other after .2 seconds of being in the same room. Her day dream ended quickly as she noted Remus standing up, his frame swaying side to side rushing up to help him put his pants on.

“D... I-I got this,” His cheeks were bright red noting that he was standing in front of this girl in nothing but his boxer briefs, using the clothes in his hand to cover his crotch. The stubborn boy refused to budge feeling his body grow more, and more red the longer she stared, nearly tensing up as she approached him.

“Give me your pants, Rem,”

“No,”

“Don’t make me take it from you, Lupin. I’m just trying to help you... but if you really don’t want me to I’ll grab Potter-”

“Moony, I love you, but my arse is staying on this floor,” The brunette stuck her tongue out at Remus, crossing her arms over each other as he nodded begrudgingly. Diana began working on the sandy haired wizard, letting him rest his weight on her as much as he needed as she worked quickly and sufficiently. 

“You seem to have experience dressing guys, do you do this often, Thomas?” The witch blushed profusely flipping the cackling black haired boy the bird, steadying Remus as she tugged his sweatpants over his firm butt giving him a small smile.

“Do you need my help putting on your shirt-”

“I got it, thank you Dee.” He pressed a chaste kiss onto the side of her temple, using her small frame as she led him to the bed off to the side of the room helping him sit down without hurting his bruised ribs. She let out a deep sigh, plopping down beside Remus her face buried into the tattered covers feeling her body grow heavy with sleep. The sound of someone shuffling around caught her attention, nearly letting out a scream as she felt someone jump into the bed beside her. She hastily turned to see a head full of dark brown curls, before a series of hands began tickling her sending her into a fit of laughter.

“Padfoot! You get your hands-off of me- right now!” She choked out in between laughter, trying to shove the 5′11 foot tall Marauder off of her which didn’t work out to well as he ended up falling off of the bed landing rather harshly on the floor. She gasped, rushing to peer over the edge of the bed out of worry only to be pulled onto of Sirius who gave her a cheeky grin, “You arse! I thought you were hurt,”

“I’ve done worse than fall off a bed, love. Your tiny self couldn’t hurt me even if you tried,” Diana quirked an eyebrow at the Marauder, crossing her arms rather hotly as he laughed beneath her. A bright idea came to mind leaning down to his face, congratulating herself as she saw his laughter falter and the smile wipe off of his face entirely. Her hands untangled themselves from one another, tightly clutching onto his low V-neck her lips brushing against the lobe of his ear. Sirius swallowed rather thickly, his fingers digging into her hips as he waited for her to say something. Diana inhaled deeply sending a shiver down his back, before screaming loudly into his ear making him throw her several feet back landing by James’ feet.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?! I can’t hear shit!”

“You should learn how to not let your hormones do the work for you, Padfoot. That’ll be your biggest weakness- oh and the fact that you’re not over 6 foot is another one,”

“Oi!” The sound of Remus and James losing it made her grin, rolling her eyes at the death glares Black was giving her, “You’re lucky that I am currently wounded, or else I would have flung you out the window”

“You wish you could throw me out the window-”

“Fucking prick- get your ass over here!” Diana scrambled onto her feet practically jumping into Remus’ arms, hiding her face into his sweater covered chest. His arms wrapped around her protectively chuckling softly into her ear, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she shielded herself from Padfoot. Before she could utter a quick thank you, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist trying to yank her backwards. Diana yelped tightened her hold on Remus, wrapping her legs around his waist so that if Sirius succeeded she would bring Remus with her. 

“Let. Go. Moony.” With every word, he tugged on her small frame a smirk on his face as he eyed the sandy haired boy tighten his grip on the witch shaking his head at him. Remus made eye contact with James, motioning to the wand by his feet which he gladly picked up silently swishing his wand at Sirius sending him tumbling towards James. Sirius sat up a pout on his chiseled features, crossing his arms over his chest his biceps bulging from being in the tight shirt, “You wankers...”

“You love me, Padfoot,”

“Yeah, yeah,” He grumbled, not before letting out a soft chuckle at the way the small witch was still clunging to Remus out of fear. Remus must be enjoying himself, having one of the prettiest girls in Hogwarts perched on his lap. Sirius hummed to himself, running his fingers through his tousled hair leaning back to rest on the hard wooden floor fluttering his eyes shut.

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Time Turner

Word Count: 4,230 words

Warnings: cursing, fluff, and some bickering between the two groups

December 6th, 1976. The East Wing. 11:37 pm.

Her hand had a tight grip on her wand, eyeing the empty corridor. The corridor looked different to her, it looked not nearly as weathered. No matter how much she prayed over and over hoping it was all a coincidence, she knew nothing would change the outcome of the situation. Not too long ago she was standing by the Greenhouses with a group of friends, twirling a necklace that they had found out by the Forbidden Forest. Next thing you know, she was left outside by herself, the necklace clutched in her hand. Diana wasn't stupid, she knew that the necklace they were messing with was a time turner. Which is why she took it upon herself to let the cool metal rest against her neck in case anything had happened. And something indeed, did happen.

"Lumos" She whispered, almost wincing at the harsh light coming from the wand. The light blue hue emitting from the tip of her wand lit up the corridor, making it easier for her to find her way down the hallway without bumping into any unknown objects. She slowly advanced forward, recognizing where she was at almost straight away, a reassuring smile making its way onto her face. 

The small sounds coming from the end of the corridor calmed her down, knowing she was close to the Herbology classroom. Diana was rather fond of going there in her free time with a classmate of hers; Neville Longbottom. Neville was one of the sweetest guys in her grade, clumsiest, but sweetest nonetheless. At the mention of her friends name she felt a pang in her heart, knowing she was far from home and seeing her friends seemed like a silver lining in this night. The second she had muttered the counterspell, darkness engulfed her vision, a loud thump was heard further down the hall making her freeze up.

"Padfoot! You said the coast was clear-"

"-it was! Stop being so loud, it could be a professor for Godric's sa-"

"-SHH... I think I see someone"

The sound of bickering male voices echoed throughout the empty corridor, sent the curly haired witch into a frenzy, ducking underneath the dark oak bench resting on a nearby wall. Diana nuzzled her way underneath the bench pressing herself as close as possible to the wall, holding back a gasp at how cold stone felt against her burning skin. Her hand was tightly wrapped around her wand waiting for the set of footsteps to pass by, but they never came.

"Who's there?" A voice let out, shortly after they had spoken a loud grunt followed. She felt her eyes bulge out of her head as four set of feet appeared a couple feet away from the bench in the blink of an eye, confusion making its way onto her face. Diana gripped her wand tighter, nearly letting out a yelp as a pebble embedded itself into the soft flesh of her cheek, wiping away at her face as quietly as she could holding her breath.

"Peter, you're insufferable. We don't go around asking to get expelled. I would much rather students not know about us, I have a reputation to obtain." From her position under the bench she could barely make out their faces, but she still noted that the one on the far left was the one speaking. From what she could tell, he was tall but he wasn't as tall as the two boys standing on either side of him. She caught sight of an even shorter guy, unlike the pudgy boy who was only an two or three inches shorter than the tallest, he seemed the one closer to her height.

"Let's go inside before Moony here passes out from exhaustion"

"I'm not even tired Pads-"

"-shut it, Moonsey. You're tired."

She let out slight sound that resembled a cough, instantly tensing up pressing her face onto the cold stone floor. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Who the hell put all this dust here, she thought to herself angrily tugging her hair out of from underneath her chest, trying to let her hair cover her face as much as possible. The laughter coming from the four boys faded, a long silence quickly filled the corridor. She mentally cursed herself once again, tugging her robes closer to her body, seeing a set of footsteps come closer to her.

"Homenum Revelio" She let out a small squeal, feeling her body being tugged out from underneath the bench, like a hand had wrapped around her entire body, her skirt riding up her thighs. She immediately pulled down the thick fabric of the skirt, scrambling up onto her feet rubbing her thighs painfully as they had rubbed onto the stone floor rather harshly. Her hands brushed away small strands of hair that had managed to fall onto her face, eyeing the four dark silhouettes standing menacingly in front of her.

Lumos, she thought to herself, letting the light shine towards them. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she saw their faces, nearly freezing up as she locked eyes with the spitting image of Harry Potter. One of the guys was sporting dark brown hair, that fell a little above his shoulders in perfect semi curls. His features were sharp, and his eyes pierced into hers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The guy standing next to him had bright hazel colored eyes, small hints of grey swirled in there, hidden behind the infamous pair of round glasses, his messy black hair splayed in all sorts of different directions. Huh, I just thought Harry hated fixing his hair.

Beside him was the guy she assumed to be her height, but he surprisingly was about 4 inches taller than her with fairly blonde hair, and big green eyes. His cheeks were slightly rosy and covered in faint freckles, but his overall appearance made him look fairly young compared to his friends. The one whose eyes had caught her attention were watching with such curiosity, his big eyes were glossed over with sleep, but they still looked absolutely breathtaking. Long, pale white scars scattered his face, along with a number of freckles splattered on his cheeks.

"Why were you hiding underneath the bench?" The shorter guy muttered, his voice surprisingly deeper than she had expected making her eyebrows raise a bit. This guy was just full of surprises, she waved her wand around in a series of tiny circles, letting small spurts of fire reach all lamps in the hall. A warmth spread throughout the seemingly cold corridor making her relax slightly, running her tongue over her bottom braces out of habit. Carefully tucking her wand into her robes, making sure not to let her guard down around the four of them.

"No particular reason. But what I will tell you is that I'm waiting to hide out until morning, so I can get to Professor Dumbledore and speak with him" She explained, straightening out her uniform, catching sight of the bright yellow patch on her left breast pocket which filled her with comfort knowing she was safe as long as she kept cover. Looking back up at the guys, a look of confusion and bewilderment displayed across their faces. The guy with glasses walked forward, his hand jutted out in front of him a cheeky smile making its way onto his face, deep dimples poking out on his cheeks.

"Well, we will help you on your so called 'hiding out'. I'm James. James Potter" He spoke, his voice full of mischief, a sense of cockiness radiating off of him. She grasped his hand, a feeling of familiarity washing over her as she heard him utter his last name shaking it firmly shifting her hand away eyeing the other three catching sight of the lion of their robes. Of course I would get the luck of bumping into a group of Gryffindor boys.

"I'm Sirius Black" The tall guy stepped up, grasping her hand in his and kissing the back of it softly. Her eyebrows furrowed pulling her hand away slightly flustered, tucking one of her loose curls away from her face. A small motion in her peripheral vision caught her attention, turning towards the guy with the scars whose hand was out a tired look adorning his face. Grasping his hand making eye contact the whole time, seeing a cheeky glint in his eyes before he turned away tucking his hands into his pockets.

"I'm Remus Lupin, and that's Peter Pettigrew." Peter faced her, giving her a crooked smile tilting his head slightly towards the floor as a sign of greeting. She waved awkwardly a teasing grin making its way onto her face, pointing her gaze down at the floor kicking the stone floor slightly before looking back up at them. Harry had never gone into full detail about his father and friends, which meant that she would have to go and learn all about the infamous Marauders, eyeing them curiously.

"I'm Diana Lopez. I should probably get going, it was nice to meet you guys! It sounded like you guys were pretty eager to get Moony to bed." She teased, seeing Remus' face flush slightly smacking a chuckling Sirius, seeing the dark haired boy winking at the curly haired witch. She rolled her eyes looking around the empty corridor a small movement catching her eye, instinctively pulling out her wand flicking it slightly towards the floor a huge gust of wind blowing the fire out. If it had been a professor, they would have asked what they were doing out of bed. And since she heard nothing, she could only assume that it had been a student eavesdropping on their conversation. The four boys pulled their wands out, turning all sorts of directions leaving no place undetected. Remus' once tired mood seem to sober up his eyes scanning his surroundings attentively. Diana casted a silent muffliato so no one would hear any spells or incantations being shouted, her grip on her wand tightening.

"Expelliarmus" Diana shouted pointing her wand toward the direction of the movement. A small grunt followed, the sound of wood clattering to the floor catching her attention. Picking up her speed jogging towards the direction, seeing a blur of robes lean down to pick up their wand swishing their wand in my direction. Her adrenaline kicked in, her instincts backing her up completely sending her wand into a flurry without a second thought.

"Stupefy!"

"Protego!" She instinctively shouted, seeing the harsh amber light clashing with the light grey streak coming towards her. The tall silhouette turned around running down the corridor, their footsteps echoing as they got further away. Her feet picked up their pace, nearly catching up to the running figure that unexpectedly happened to turn a harsh right, catching her off guard. The footsteps behind her grew fainter as her speed increased, seeing the guy in front of her slow down. She leaped, feeling the wind rush through her hair before feeling his back crash onto her chest as they both came tumbling down. A loud grunt left her body as she felt the soft, plush grass on her legs wrapping an arm around the figure below her rather tightly pointing her wand at him.

"Petrificus Totalus" She muttered, seeing his body freeze up. Her hands twirled him around locking eyes with a pair of harsh brown eyes, that seemed to be staring up at her angrily. She waved her wand around the two of them, muttering an incantation to hide them from the eyes of the approaching 4 boys. Diana flicked her wand, seeing him unfreeze and then scramble up to his feet. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were glaring daggers into her. The moonlight gave some light in the dark evening, letting her get a good view of his sharp features. His long, silky black hair hung a bit past his shoulder flowing softly from the wind his body towering over her. He stood a good half a foot taller than her, his anger radiating off of him letting her know what she had done had truly pissed him off.

"Do you find this amusing?! I'll-"

"Shh... you don't want them to hear you, do you?" Cutting him off rather aggressively with a sense of urgency in her voice stepping outside of the bubble coming face to face with the group, a look of relief washing over their faces.

"You're fast-" Peter choked out, his cheeks a bright shade of red. Diana giggled, letting her hands rest casually in front of her eyeing the group. Sirius' eyes were still on high alert, looking around for any hidden students lurking around, along with Remus whose body still seemed rather stiff.

"Just a bit. But, uhm... don't worry about the person. I'm pretty sure they ran into the Forbidden Forest out of fear,"

"Well aren't you just the sweetest, look at her Moonsey. She's already looking out for us," Sirius teased, wrapping his muscular arm around her shoulder crushing her into his chest. She tried to push against him, but to no avail letting out a huff of air letting the shaggy haired boy swing her back and forth, "Come on, love. Fight back," Diana shrugged, bringing her knee to meet his jewels sending the boy crumpling to the floor. The other Marauders burst out laughing, mainly out of surprise that she had the balls to knee Sirius.

"H-holy fuck..."

"You alright there, Siri?"

"I'm pretty sure I saw the light there-"

"Oh stop being so over dramatic." Diana bent down, letting the boy wrap his arm around her shoulders standing up to his full height some of his weight resting on her, "Would any of you guys like your man back?"James chuckled, making his way over to her practically hoisting Sirius up a grin etched on his face at the pained look on his face.

"We'll see you later, Diana. Don't have too much fun without us,"

"Wouldn't dare dream about it," She waved to the four boys, seeing them jostling the shaggy haired boy around laughing to herself facing the open space off to her side letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, waving her wand seeing the bubble waver the tall man start making its way through stuffing it into her robe pocket. Her hands brushed some leaves that had managed to get on her robes, tugging her rising skirt down her tan legs looking back up at the guy with the harsh brown eyes.

"I'm sorry for coming at you like that, I thought you were someone who wasn't supposed to be there. But I didn't mean to cause any damage. I'm Diana...Diana Lopez. Nice to meet you." She apologized, jutting her hand out a sheepish smile on her face. His eyes trailed down to her awaiting hand taking it into his large hand, shaking it rather firmly before letting his hand hang down by his side. Running his fingers through his hair, shoving his hands into his slacks drumming his thumbs on his thighs from inside his pockets, a nasty habit he had gotten into after 4th Year.

"Severus Snape... you didn't disarm me because of The Marauders, right?"

"The- the who?!" She chuckled feigning confusion, looking up at him through her glasses, her nose crinkling up cutely as she let out a tiny giggle. Dear god, this is not possible. My Potions Professor is standing in front of me. Would it be illegal to say that I find all these men attractive? Diana- you cannot find them attractive, she scolded herself, her face flushing pink. Realization dawned on him, realizing that she truly wasn't lying about why she had disarmed him.

"Nevermind that. I best be off to my dorm..." He announced turning on his heel walking away from the small girl, with the curly locks whose hair was almost the same length as his. The leather of his shoes contrasting nicely with the plush grass, taking large strides to get to his dorm quicker nearly jumping out of his skin as he saw her walking beside him, her legs having to take faster and shorter strides to keep up with his long strides. She eyed his feet noticing they had slowed down so she could keep up, a grin making its way onto her face looking up at him nodding at him in appreciation.

"A Hufflepuff, huh? How come I've never seen you before?" Severus broke the silence holding the door open to the girl, shutting it softly as they entered the warmer hallway. He saw that she had tensed up at the mention of that, immediately racking his brain with a new topic to change the topic, his hands getting clammy of the thought of the first decent student he's met in a while being uncomfortable. The question Severus has asked filled her heart with a pang of hurt, not knowing when she would be able to return back to her friends and family. She sighed, facing him from her sitting position on a ledge that they had sat on, after walking for a couple of minutes in a comforting silence.

"You're not gonna believe me but it's better to get things off my chest than to hold them in, am I right? Well...I came here because of a time turner. The time turner had been broken before these girls that I was with started messing with the 'pretty necklace' so I put it on in case anything did happen. And next thing you know, I bumped into those four, the ones you call 'The Marauders'. So I truly don't know how I'm going to get back... especially since I have no idea how many turns they managed to do considering how far back I went." She explained, running her hands through her messy curls catching Severus' eye, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. The silence grew longer, her nerves getting the best out of her with every second ticking by. Severus stood up, jerking his head as a sign for her to get up and follow him. Diana stood up pulling her robes closer to her body, shivering slightly as the wind had gotten increasingly got colder the longer the night dragged on. He waved his wand at her silently without her noticing, keeping his eyes staring ahead a warmth washing over her, feeling her whole body fill up with the warmth sighing contently.

"Come on... I think sleep is needed for the two of us. If you don't mind, we will be making a trip to my dorm. The guys who had to share a dorm with me, were too scared of me so they are sharing with other guys in our year. Pretty irrational if you ask me... but you get to have a whole room to yourself" She giggled quietly letting the comforting silence dawn over the two of them. Severus reached behind him wrapping his hands around her robe, tugging her into a secret entrance, hearing her gasping softly as a secret door had opened out of the blue. If she was being completely honest she had zoned out and had no idea how they had gotten there, and what he had done to let himself into the common room. His grip had loosened, removing his hold on her entirely swishing his wand around the pair letting themselves melt into their surroundings, gesturing her to follow him. Her small legs could only go so far, trying to keep up with him nearly bumping into him as he slowly came to a stop. The smell of mint and aftershave filled her nostrils, a smell that was so far fetched from what the Hufflepuff common room smelt like, but she didn't seem to mind it as much.

"My dorm isn't messy or anything, but be careful not to touch anything of mine. All of my belongings are jinxed so only I can lay a finger on them." Severus explained, turning the silver knob opening the door for her to pass through. She was in awe at the gorgeous emerald walls, the light grey curtains framing the window nicely giving the room an elegant vibe to it. There were four empty beds, all adorned with the same emerald comforter, fluffy white pillows pressed against the headrest. Diana liked the coziness of the room, unlike the weird sensation she felt in the main common room area before she could continue admiring the room he had turned the lights on. The room looked even prettier, the emerald practically sparkled with the help of the vibrant light in the room, the silver lining on the sheets giving it that final touch. She could immediately tell which one was his by the letters and photographs taped to the wall surrounding the bed farthest from the other three empty beds, small journals and trinquets adorning the dresser beside his bed.

"Woah... your room is absolutely breathtaking. I like the decorations by the way, gives the room a homier feeling." She giggled, playfully shoving against him his body going rigid. He wasn't used to people touching him without intending to hurt him. The last person to have done that was Lily Evans, but he brushed it off knowing those weren't her intentions. 

Diana sluggishly walked over to the bed closest to the window plopping down tiredly, face first into the cool comforter. The comforter was soft, and cozy which only egged her to not move from her current position but knew she had to get dressed out of her uniform. A switch going off in her head, lifting her head up staring at Severus who was already staring her. Standing up a sheepish smile on her face, making her way over to him after having kicked her shoes off at the foot of the bed. He eyed her curiously, tugging his robes off placing them on a coat hanger near his dresser, fiddling with his emerald striped tie tugging it off his neck tossing it on the bed. Diana’s heart fluttered a little bit at the sight of him undressing in front of her, shaking her head of those thoughts about her professor.

"I umh...need something to sleep into... do you think-"

"-Lily left something here that belonged to James. And a few of her other clothes... I was going to throw them into the fireplace but you seem to need them more" He muttered quietly, making his way over to his trunk pulling out an oversized maroon sweater the words Quidditch Captain stitched across the back in a lovely golden thread. Diana ran her finger over the name embedded into the left breast; James F. Potter. Severus handed her a pair of clothes that were neatly folded, her small hands clutching the soft fabric thanking him quietly. She scanned the room for a bathroom, briskly walking over to the cold room proceeding to shut the door behind her.

Diana stared into her reflection, her doe eyes staring back at her as she proceeded to undress. Her wand was set on the counter, along with her robes that contrasted deeply with the stark white marble counter. The grey sweater coming off her body shivering as the cold air touched her, goosebumps covering her body, leaving her in her white button up and black skirt. After she had stripped to just her undergarments and a pair of white knee high socks that she had found, oddly enough, stuffed into the clothes she was handed, but she wasn't complaining. Her hands steadily picked up a soft pair of shorts out of the options she had, pulling it over her legs, hastily tugging the thick sweater over her head inhaling the sweet scent of mango, the soft fabric coming to mid thigh. 

Granted she did have to adjust the size of the shorts since they were a tad bit too small around her hips, but besides that the clothes fit her nicely and comfortably. Tossing her clothes into the hamper, hopefully to wash them tomorrow morning considering she had no other clothes. A knock on the dark oak door interrupted her train of thoughts, hurriedly opening the door locking eyes with a startled Severus. His eyes trailed up and down her figure, nodding hastily letting her come back into the room her hands fiddling with her wand, setting it down noisily on the dresser beside the bed she had chosen. A soft clank echoed through the room as her 12" wand clattered to the floor a blush making its way onto her face bending over hastily to pick her wand off the floor. She huffed opting for opening a drawer, and gently placing the wand inside.

"Are you comfortable?" His voice echoed through the nearly empty room, scratching his head awkwardly. She nodded going underneath the comforter, moaning quietly at how comfortable the cold sheets felt letting her body melt into the plush beds. Severus' head snapped up at the sound, his heart beat increasingly slightly before he pushed the restless feelings deep down.

"Goodnight, Severus,"

"Goodnight, Diana..."

That climbing sensation was something he had spent years trying to push away but everything the curly haired witch did managed to weasel her way into every crevice, clambering into bed waving his wand letting the lights fade away, sleep overcoming the both of you.

a/n: i wanted to publish a finished series, instead of making some of you wait for ‘Draco Malfoy and his Rose Pt.3′ and ‘For Merlin’s Sake Pt.2′. this series is based around the marauders and snape. thank you lovelies for understanding <3

part 2 is posted!

Severus Snape Smut

Written by me (enjoy my shitty writing) 

This smut will include

♤Dom severus and sub reader ♡ Kitchen sex ◇Unprotected sex

You were in the kitchen tidying up waiting for your husband to get home,in a few minutes you hear the door close and you feel arms wrap around your waist and could feel his hard cock on your back "hello darling" he says "hello sev" you say back. He starts kissing your neck moving your hair to the side "i missed you today darling all of you" he puts his arm around you to your pussy and starts to rub your clit,you moan and say "show me how much you missed me today" he turns you around and picks you up and sets you on the counter.

He kisses you very passionately he takes your shirt off and unclasps your bra and starts sucking and nipping your tits your moaning while unbuttoning his shirt you get his shirt off and you rub your hand up and down his chest "fuck me sev please" "of course darling" he takes your pants off.

You get off the counter and get on your knees in front of him you unbutton his pants and take them off when you take his boxers off you grab his hard cock putting it in your mouth using your hand for what you can't fit "fuck darling". You use your tongue to tease his tip you feel him twitch but he pulls out of your mouth before he comes "i want to be inside you" he picks you up and puts you back on the counter.

He takes your panties off with his teeth and before you can ask for him to fuck you he slams into you,your both moaning and grunting messes he reaches his hand down and starts to rub your clit bringing your climax closer "fuck sev faster please" he complies and thrusts into you faster and harder. You both come at the same time he pulls out of you he picks you up and runs you a bath then you lay down and cuddle for the rest of the night

Sooo

I’ve almost finished the first part of the first chapter of my fanfic (yes, there will be chapters divided in parts because I am planning to make it a long one), but I’m really not sure about that. Like, there are a lot of mistakes (at least i think so) ‘cause English’s not my first language n stuff

Also, I have an idea of writing a fic with y/n and teen Severus, can you suggest me in which house I should put the reader for that one?

"Shhh"

Severus Snape x professor!slytherin!reader

Chapter 1, part 1

Words counter: 1 150

Warnings: alcohol

Film/book: Philosopher/Sorcerer’s stone

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You were excited to come back to Hogwarts for teaching History of Magic. You were excited to meet your teachers, most of all your favourite, Professor Slughorn, the Potions Master and head of the Slytherin house.

You were a powerful witch, but you choose to work at school because you always wanted to work with children.

On your first day you came to sit on the table with other professors, you saw familiar faces: Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Madam Pomfrey and others. But you didn’t see Professor Slughorn. You asked Dumbledore:

"Where’s professor Slughorn? Did he quit?"

"yes, like ten years ago, right after your graduation".

Oh, that’s really sad, you thought. "Who is the Potion Master now then?"

"Severus Snape, he is a Slytherin too. Maybe you would hear about him when you were in school, he is four years older than you, maybe there were some school rumours about him that you’ve heard of".

"I can barely remember my same-years’ names, i don’t think i would remember him even if i did hear stuff".

"Severus is a great person deep inside, he just doesn’t show it so often. I would suggest you to keep a good relationship with him. You may be going on some events together as the youngest teachers here."

You looked at the Potions Master. He had long black hair, dark eyes and pale skin. You turned back to Dumbledore. "Okay then, I’ll try."

At the lunch, you sat next to Severus. Unexpectedly, he talked to you. "So, you happen to be the new professor of History of Magic, am i right?"

"Yes, and you are professor Snape, if i’ve been told correct.". He hummed. "Dumbledore said that you are four years older than me so… you’re 31 and we happen to be the youn-"

Snape interrupted you. "well, so you’re 27. I thought you were older than me by your… appearance". You decided to not pay attention to his tease, because you’ll be working together and you didn’t wanna get in trouble.

The next day after lunch, Minerva asked all the professors to go to The Three Broomsticks to drink frozen butterbeer.

You were discussing with professor Flitwick and Snape about some work stuff, when Minerva approached you.

"Hello, would you like to go for some butterbeer on Saturday?"

You answered "Yeah, for sure, that’ll be lovely".

"Filius, Severus, what about you?".

"I’m sorry, Minerva, but I have to do a lot of grading till next week." answered Flitwick.

Severus mumbled: "Drinking butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks Inn… disgusting thing to do as a professor.."

McGonagall replied "Oh, well, taking sluts at the Knockturn Alley is definitely better".

"Shut up! Alright..".

You tried hard not to laugh, but a light giggle escaped your mouth.

On Saturday, you came to the Three Broomsticks where you found professors McGonagall, Dumbledore and Sprout. They greeted you and you joined them. You were drinking and talking about some stuff. After a hour and a half, Snape came up to your table. "Sorry for coming late, i was.. choosing what to wear." Minerva looked at Severus and laughed silently. "You’re wearing the same black suit that you wear everyday, Severus." He took a seat next to Albus and Pomona.

"Uhm so I began to say that when Minerva and me used to be young…" continued Dumbledore.

You get drunk quickly, so you got drunk from few cups of butterbeer. You began to fall asleep on the table.

"YN, are you alright?" Minerva asked concerned. You have already fell asleep.

"Albus, what should we do?" Dumbledore looked at you for few seconds, then said "Severus, can you please help miss Y/L/N get to her chambers? They are in the dungeon too."

Snape looked at the headmaster, happy on the inside that he could finally leave that place. "Yeah." Severus casted "Wingardium Leviosa" and lifted you in the air, going with you to the dungeon. Minerva mumbled "i tell you, someday this man will give mr. Filch trauma"

Soon you got in the dungeon, Severus unlocked the door to your chambers with the Alohomora spell and entered you bedroom. He slowly put you in your bed and covered you with a blanket, murmuring "hope you won’t remember that I have ever done this." and headed to his chambers.

In the morning, you woke up with a terrible headache, drank a glass of water and sat on your couch. You heard someone knocking on the door, and said "come in". Snape entered.

"is everything alright? Minerva asked me to check on you."

"yes, i think so. Uhm.. why are you checking on me if McGonagall could done this herself?"

Severus rolled his eyes and said "Because “I should keep a good relationship with you and be nice” and stuff."

"Got it."

"Also, in the evening Dumbledore asked you to come to his office." Snape was heading to the door.

"Why? Did something bad happen?"

He turned back to you and replied: "I’m not sure i can tell you, professor Y/L/N"

Severus left your chambers.

Later that day, you were going to Dumbledore’s office. You heard Albus, Severus and Minerva talking:

"Albus, trust me, we should ask her to help us! She is a powerful witch that could protect it!"

"I agree with professor Dumbledore. She is too young for that, we could manage it ourselves."

"Severus, right now we need any defence possible. It is stupid to say that everything will be alright if we won’t increase the Stone’s protection."

"SILENCE!" Shouted Dumbledore.

"She is here, professor." said Snape.

You entered Dumbledore’s office. "Good evening. I came a bit earlier but didn’t want to interrupt you."

Minerva smiled at you. "Hello, my dear. You should be wondering why you’re here."

"Yeah, kind of."

Albus said: "well, you already know that the third floor corridor on the right hand is out of bounds. Let me tell you now why. Did you heard about the Philosopher’s Stone?"

"Yes. Turns any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life"

"So, to protect it we have put it in a chamber guarded by six enchantments and creatures, provided by the professors at Hogwarts: Pomona's web of Devil's Snare; Winged Keys, charmed by Filius Flitwick; a life-size board of Wizard's Chess, transfigured and animated by Minerva McGonagall; professor Quirrell's mountain troll; professor Snape's potion riddle and Hagrid's massive three-headed dog, Fluffy, defending the trap door through which the chamber is accessed."

"And why would that stone suddenly need that protection?" You asked.

Minerva answered you before Dumbledore could say anything. "We are afraid that The Dark Lord wants to rise again."

"And that’s why he wants the Stone.."

"Yes."

Dumbledore said: "and we want you to help us protect it."

"Okay. I will think what i could do."

"Thank you so much, Y/N"

You left the office and headed to the library to do some research.

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I’m so sorry for the leak of Snape moments. In the next parts i’ll make more i promise.

Also im sorry for the mistakes i’ve made, because English is not my first language. Would love if you’ll tell me about them in the comments section.🖤

With love, M.S.

Herbicide and Hospitals

Characters: Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape

Gender: Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 800

Summary: Something goes wrong when you make a potion, and the two take you to the Hospital Wing.

"Today we will create a potent Herbicide. Do not let one drop find its way to the Greenhouses. Watch closely," Professor Snape snapped.

You nodded, and collected your book and quill, making your way to his desk to take notes with Hermione as he added ingredients into the cauldron. "Now be very careful to not touch the sp- Potter! Don't mess with those bottles!"

At the end of the demonstration, the class returned to their seats. You start adding ingredients as the book instructs you to, and as you grab one of the ingredients, it pokes into your hand, and you wince. You glance at the injury, blood welling up slightly, and decide that it isn't bad enough to stop working. You hadn't realized how sharp those were, but the bleeding was so minimal, it was nothing to be concerned about. You refocus on the potion, forgetting the sting as you dump ingredients in, mixing it into a foul smelling concoction.

The room started to heat up, with all the cauldrons boiling quickly. Was your cauldron on too high? It seemed very hot. You checked the flame. Normal. The heat spread across your arms like a blaze, going up to your head. You took your school issued robes off, leaving you in your shirt with a tie and your skirt/shorts.

"Just me, or is it getting hot in here?" You tug your shirt collar as you whisper to your nearest neighbor, who happens to be Draco Malfoy.

"Just you." You felt his gaze sweep your robeless body, and the burning implications but you couldn't pay attention. You felt… unsteady. Disoriented.

"Professor?" You called out, concerned. You felt yourself sway, unable to hold yourself up, and he caught you as you fell, stopping you from hitting your head on the solid stone ground. "Y/N, are you quite all right?" Seeing no response from you, he turned to the person next to you.

"Malfoy, what happened?" Snape demanded. Your eyes drifted shut, unable to think. A violent tremor went through your body, and you went limp. The students turned, wondering what happened. He held you, and picked you up bridal style. He overheard Harry talking to Granger about how Draco must have poisoned you, and he just rolled his eyes as he walked out of the classroom. He didn't have time to deal with that now.

"Malfoy, with me. We're taking them to the Hospital Wing, and quickly."

Draco nodded, rushing out of the classroom to follow. Every couple steps, Professor Severus Snape would check your pulse, breathing and temperature.

"I didn't see much. They just told me that they were feeling hot, called you over, and fainted."

"'Feeling… hot?'" Snape questioned.

"Warm, professor. That's what they meant, I'm sure, given the situation." Draco looked over your body, both concerned and wishing that he was the one holding you like his Professor. Wasn't Snape's left hand a little too close to your chest, and his right a little too close to your skirt? He never thought he'd be jealous of his favorite teacher.

Draco's gaze traveled along your body, your tie dangling haphazardly straight down. As his eyes took in every inch of your body, he saw a pinprick of blood on your finger.

Snape quickened his pace, and Draco held your finger up to see it closer. "Professor, I think they pricked their finger on something, see?"

"The lionfish spine!" He groaned "I forgot to warn this class, didn't I? Potter interrupted me! Stupid!" Snape growled.

Malfoy had never seen his professor make a mistake before. He glanced away. It was none of his business if his professor beat himself up over it. Still, Draco felt a pang of regret. He had known the spines we're dangerous, and he had been sitting right next to you! He could easily have stopped you. If only he was watching you more closely, instead of only sneaking small glances at you.

Draco was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't realize where he was until he arrived at the destination.

Snape placed you on one of the nearby beds.

"Great heavens!" Madam said, upon seeing Draco's unconscious friend.

"Whatever did you do to them?"

"They were jabbed by a lionfish spine, poison, on this finger." Snape said, tapping your finger, and getting out of the way of the healer. He turned to look at his other student.

"Malfoy, you are to stay here with them, until they wake up, Is that understood?" Draco nodded, not being a brat for once. Snape's gaze softened. Y/N would be safe. "Ten points to Slytherin," he said, turning, making his way back to the classroom.

Hopefully none of his other students were dimwitted enough to stab themselves on an obviously sharp, dangerous, magical ingredient.