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“The reader has come from an abusive home/relationship. She and Severus have been dating for some months and after having a really bad day for Sev, they have an argument. This results in Severus may be lashing out causing an accident? maybe the reader falls and hurts herself. Anyway, this scares the reader slightly leaving Sev to fear her leaving him. Definitely needs lovely smutting make up ending haha”
Warnings/Contents: Very brief non-descript mentions of past abuse (cigarette burns), verbal insults, praise kink, oral sex
Category: Angst that ends in fluffy smut.
Song: Forgive me by Evanescence
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“For fuck’s sake!”
As if the day couldn’t get any worse, you had managed to burn dinner. Severus was going to be home at any moment and he was bound to be starving. You were so busy trying to tidy up and reorganize his study, that you lost track of time. You were hoping he would be sympathetic, and you two could just go catch a bite at the three broomsticks.
You untied your apron and draped it over the counter and settled down on the couch. Surely the day would improve once you were able to wrap your arms around your lovely boyfriend.
As if on cue, you heard shuffling behind the front door. Seconds later, a disgruntled Severus Snape walked in. You jumped off the couch to bring him into a hug, hoping it would melt away the stresses of your day. However, when you slid your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, he didn’t seem to care for it. You pulled back to look at him in the eyes.
“Sev is everything al-”
“What is that god awful smell?” He interrupted. He pushed past you and dropped his bag and coat onto the coffee table. Your cheeks burned at his statement. He raised a brow at your silence, staring at you confused as he removed his gloves and scarf.
“I…um lost track of time.” You fiddled with your fingers and bit your lip. “So, I may have accidentally burned dinner.” You gave him a half smile, but he didn’t return it. He brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“Again?” His eyes were screwed shut. He was clearly angry but was trying to hide it under a calm tone. You knew him too well to be deceived. Something was bothering him.
“Severus… Babe, what’s wrong?” You stepped closer to him, but he held out a hand to stop you.
“Nothing. Just a rough day.” He sighed and started pulling items out from within his bag. You knew you shouldn’t push the matter further. Severus had a temper. He was usually able to keep it under control, but if you pushed his buttons just right, he would snap. There have been many occasions where the two of you had screaming matches after a disagreement.
Severus loved to give the silent treatment. Whenever he was upset, all he wanted to do was lock himself up in his study and stay to himself. You were the opposite. Whenever you had a bad day or an argument, you just wanted to curl up on the sofa with him and talk about it. If the thing that bothered you didn’t involve him then he would happily oblige. He would hold you and stroke your back as you complained about your co-workers or even something unimportant like the weather.
But if you two ever had a disagreement, he would shut down. It hurt you whenever he shut you out and you were getting quite tired of it. You were his girlfriend! He needed to learn how to communicate with you.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You sat back on the sofa and patted the spot next to you.
“No. I’ve got work to do.” He gathered the books he pulled from his bag and made his way to his study.
“Sev wait.” You jumped up to follow him. “Please talk to me.” The door slammed in your face. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. You gave the door a harsh kick.
“Stop isolating me!” You sobbed as you slid down the door onto the cold tile. You buried your face into your hands as sobs continued to wrack your body. You sat there for a while crying and begging, and just as you were about to give up, the door opened. Your teary gaze met Severus’ furious one.
“Sev?” You whispered. Somehow you had hoped that seeing you in this state would soften him up, as it normally does, but he still looked furious. In fact, Severus looked angrier than before he went into his office.
“Where. Is. My. Parchment.” His fists were clenched. He was still trying to keep a calm tone, but the anger was seeping out. This was the first time you felt fearful of the man in front of you. His body was shaking with rage.
“P-Parchment?” You scrambled to your feet. Your voice cracking each time you spoke.
“The parchment. The one that was on my desk. The one that had all the grades for my student’s last exam. The grades I spent hours getting together. The parchment that was on my desk this morning before I left. Where. Is. It?” The volume of his voice increased with each question. By the time he finished he was screaming them.
“P-Parchment. I don’t” You were unable to form words. You were crying again. This only infuriated him more.
“Pathetic. You burn dinner, misplace my belongings, and can’t even form a coherent sentence. Can you do anything right Y/N?” He scoffed.
“You don’t mean that Severus.”
“What is there not to mean? You mess up everything you touch.” His arms were crossed now. Never had Severus been so cruel to you. Sure, you had your disagreements before, but never had he insulted you. Especially when he knew how insecure you were about… well everything.
“I’m sorry.” Apologizing had become a habit. Even when you weren’t in the wrong, you tended to apologize. Something Severus had tried to correct but proved hopeless.
Severus’ hardened expression faltered for just a moment. Why was she apologizing? He had insulted you and here you were apologizing to him. He regretted his words after they left his lips, but it was too late to take them back. He just needed to get away from you before he hurt you farther. He always isolated himself during his bad moods because he feared if he didn’t, he would lash out. Unfortunately, he did just that. Now he had hurt the one person who loves him.
“Yes. Well.” He cleared his throat. Now looking at your shaking form. “Just stay out of my office from now on.” He went to turn back into his office but was stopped by you calling out to him.
“That’s it?”
He barely heard the words. He stepped closer to you, his anger returning. “Excuse me?”
“I said. That’s it? You’re just going to insult me and then go hide in your office?” Your wide E/C eyes were brimming with tears again. Your fists were clenched at your side. You couldn’t discern Severus’ emotions. His mouth was parted slightly in shock at your words, but there was a trace of something in his eyes.
The anger melted away from Severus. He was suddenly disgusted with himself. He had taken his anger out from his pestering students on you. Now you were angry with him. He should be holding you, telling you how much he loves you, not fighting with you. He closed the distance between you, determined to pull you into a kiss. When he raised his hand to grab your chin, you did something that made his heartbeat cease. You flinched.
It all happened so fast. He closed you in against the wall, his dark eyes meeting yours. Then from the corner of your vision, you saw him raise his hand. You recoiled away instantly and fell to the floor. Raising your hands to shield yourself from him. You had been in this situation before. Trying to prevent harm from coming your way. You hadn’t been successful those times. The circular burns on your arms showed the proof of that.
“Please don’t!” You shouted desperately. You refused to meet his gaze. ‘It would only upset him more’ You told yourself.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please I’m so sorry.” You winced at the gentle touch on your wrist.
“Y/N” Severus spoke hoarsely. “Y/N look at me.”
You violently shook your head and tried to remove his touch from your wrists. He got down to his knees and released his hold on your wrists to slide his palms up and down the expanse of your arms.
“Y/N please. I’m so sorry. I would never hurt you.”
Now he had done it. He messed up beyond repair. You would never forgive him for this one. Hell, he would never forgive himself. He had made you scared of him, so much so that you actually thought he would hit you. He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you to pull you in so you straddled his lap.
“Y/N” he whispered in your ear. One of his hands held you around your waist, the other ran soothing circles on your back. He repeated the words, “It’s ok. I’m so sorry love.” Over and over until your breathing returned to normal and you relaxed in his arms. After crying into his chest for some time, you pulled away to wipe your tears. He didn’t remove his hands from your body but lowered his head down to stare into your eyes.
“I’m so sorry my love. Please know that I would never ever hurt you. Please could you ever forgive me?” He slid his hand from your waist to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. A few more tears escaped, but he wiped them away quickly with his thumb. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. You pulled him closer as he continued kissing you all over your face. Pressing kisses over the last tears that left you.
Finally, his lips brushed over your own. He did not press them into yours, he waited for you to make the first move. You held him by his cheeks and connected your lips together in a tentative kiss. When you pulled away, you let yourself look into his eyes for the first time since he insulted you. Anger was absent from his face. All that remained was regret, passion, and the slightest trace of fear.
You captured his lips in another kiss, this one more sensual. His hand moved to the small of your back to pull you in closer. Severus usually tried to dominate the kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth and he would man handle you to the perfect position. Tonight, he let you take the lead. He was content just holding you close and feeling your soft lips against his. He just didn’t want you to stop.
He was afraid when you pulled away, you would come to your senses and start hating him. You would get up and leave him alone on the floor. He was brought out of his distracted thoughts by you grinding your hips down against him. His hands flew to either side of your hips and squeezed them gently.
You pulled away from the kiss and pressed your forehead against his, both of you were panting heavily.
“Do you still love me?” Severus reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but he let his hand linger on your cheek.
“I never stopped Sev. Not even for a moment.” You pulled his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles. These words were all he needed to hear. He got to his feet, pulling you with him. He pressed you against the wall and leaned in to leave kisses over your neck. He sucked and bit love bites into your soft skin, making you call out to him. You slid your arms around his neck, and he held you close by your thighs, lips still attached to your neck.
“Up” He spoken in-between kisses. You took the hint and let him lift you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. His hands rested under the curve of your ass. His bites were more becoming aggressive. You were definitely going to have hickies come morning. Severus gripped you tighter and pushed away from the wall and carried you down the hall. He used his foot to kick open the door of your shared bedroom. He placed you down softly onto the silk sheets and backed away to begin removing his robes.
His fingers were working open each button much too slow for your liking. You started to reach up to assist him, but he only pulled your hands away. “Patience, my dear.” He hummed.
Once he was left only in his black trousers, he joined you again on the bed. Severus grabbed your wrist to flip over your arms. The old cigarette burns that littered your arms now exposed. He brought his mouth down to press soft and tender kisses to each spot. Severus knew you came from a bad home life much like he had, but he had never really connected the dots that there had been physical abuse until tonight.
You were breathing rapidly. Anticipation and nerves coursing through your body. Just wanting to be as close as possible to the man you loved. When his kisses trailed from your arms to the crook of your neck, you reached up to start unbuttoning your blouse, but his hand closed over yours.
“Let me.” He captured your lips again while he unbuttoned your top. When you tried to raise your hips to meet his again, he put a firm hand on your stomach to keep you still. Finally, he slid the material from your shoulders which in turn exposed your bra to him.
“Lovely” He hummed and cupped your breast. His kisses travelled down your cleavage until he met the band of your bra. His hands raked down the sides of your body. Taking in every curve and relishing in the feel of your skin against his. He licked a stripe from your sternum down to your navel. A breathy moan escaped your lips.
“Sev. Stop teasing.” You whined.
“‘M not teasing. Just savoring.”
Whatever he wanted to call it, his sensual touches were driving you crazy. Every time you tried to encourage him to go faster, or move his hand a bit lower, he would only go slower. Each touch was punctuated with a whisper of praise or compliment. Sometimes you missed his words, but whenever you would catch him saying “You’re so beautiful Y/N.” butterflies would break out in your stomach.
After what felt like hours of just kissing, his hands reached the waistband of your skirt. He didn’t tug it down as you expected, he only flipped it up to take in the view of your underwear, which now sported a large wet spot. Severus cupped your heat and hummed appreciatively.
“So wet. Only for me though, right darling?”
His words turned your cheeks scarlet. Too embarrassed to answer you tried to hide your face in the pillows.
“Answer.” He simply said and turned you by your chin to meet his gaze. He wasn't content with your simple nod either. He applied more pressure where he cupped you. "With words baby."
“Yes Sev. Only for you.” You panted. He smiled brightly and leaned up to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear. He sat back up and began removing his belt and trousers. Maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. Once left only clad in boxers, you sat up determined to please him. He again lightly pushed you back onto the bed.
“Not tonight my sweet. Tonight, is about you and your pleasure.” His hands stroked your inner thighs making you shudder with anticipation. He finally hooked his hands into the elastic of your skirt and tugged it down, taking your underwear along with it, discarding the clothing somewhere on the floor.
Using one of his large hands, he lifted your thigh to rest over his shoulder as he placed himself in front of your heat. Without warning, he licked a line from your opening up to your clit making you cry out and thread your fingers through his hair. He groaned and attached his lips to your clit and started to suck feverishly. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you couldn’t stop yourself from tugging on his hair.
Your thighs were shaking but you were unable to close them due to Severus' rough grip. Keeping you wide open and unable to avoid the pleasurable strokes of his tongue. He brought his other hand up to slowly insert his fingers into you. He smirked as you moaned out in surprise.
You stayed like this for a while. The languid strokes of his fingers paired with the small swipes of his tongue were never enough to push you over the edge. It left you begging and whining.
“Sev. Please.” Your knuckles were turning white with how tightly you were holding onto the sheets.
“Please what? What do you want, darling?” He peered up from between your thighs to meet you dazed expression. He knew exactly what he was doing. Trying to embarrass you by getting you to say exactly what you wanted.
“I want you. Please.”
“You already have me. You need to be more specific, love.” He smirked at you, still thrusting his fingers in and out of your soaking core. A groan of pleasure and frustration left you.
“Need you. Your cock. Please.”
“Only because you beg so pretty.” He removed his fingers from you and brought them to his lips. Taking care to make quite the show as he sucked your arousal from his fingers. He finally removed your bra, followed shortly after by his boxers.
He took several moments to admire your breasts. Taking a swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking enthusiastically before switching to the other. He caught you off guard when he bit down slightly, causing you to gasp.
“You said you would stop teasing.”
He only smirked and returned to pressing kisses all over your chest. Until you finally had enough. While he was distracted, you were able to push him off you and straddle his thighs. Leaving you on top, and him pinned under you.
“Mmm this is a welcome surprise.” He was smirking. Much too cocky for your liking. Any other night he would've flipped you back over, but tonight he let you have this one liberty.
“You were taking too long.”
“Then by all means. Get started.” He brought his hands to your hips to help raise you. You reached down to position his cock at your entrance. Then slowly, you sunk down onto him. You both moaned in unison at the connection. You loved the feeling of being full of him.
You remained still until you adjusted to the position and his size, then tentatively began to rock your hips forward. When Severus moaned at your movements, you gained enough confidence to continue.
Severus helped set the pace. Keeping a firm hold on your hips as you bounced on him. Each drag of his cock along your walls bringing you closer to the edge. His head lolled back in pleasure, exposing his neck to you, which you didn’t hesitate to attack with kisses and bites.
You were both moaning in each other’s ears, his raspy grunts only spurred you on. His hips were snapping up to meet yours now, which meant he had to of been close. Severus buried his face in your hair and pulled you closer to him by your waist.
“Y/N look at me. Please.” He was breathless as he spoke. Desperation laced in his tone. You pulled yourself away from his neck to peer into his onyx eyes. He stared at you with such intensity, it sent pangs of pleasure through you. He pulled you closer, so your foreheads were pressed against one another. Both of your staggered breaths fanning across the other’s face as your hips connected.
“I love you so much.” He said before closing the short distance between your lips to kiss you. His tongue easily working its way past your parted lips. All moans muffled into the kiss.
Your movements were growing sloppy as your thighs tensed. Severus sensed this and took over, cupping your ass to help your thrust against him.
“Severus…I” you trailed off. It was getting harder to form words as you neared your climax.
“Go ahead, my love.” He tilted your chin to force eye-contact. His other hand came down to brush against your swollen clit. That was enough to push you over the edge. Still staring into his eyes, you clamped down on his length and whined out his name. He kept thrusting into you through your peak.
As you came down from your high, Severus was rapidly approaching his own. You returned to his neck to place gentle kisses along his collarbone. His groans were continuous, and his thrusts lost their precision. With one particularly deep thrust, he tensed and began to spill his come inside you.
“Y/N” He cried out next to your ear. His nails dug into your thighs. The pain deliciously mixing with pleasure pushed you over the edge an additional time. Your nails ran down his back, no doubt leaving marks in their wake. He hissed at your movements, but still held you close as your walls fluttered around him. You stayed like that for several moments. Still connected, as you both tried to catch your breath.
Severus was the first to pull back. He brushed away the sweaty bits of hair that stuck to your forehead and tucked them behind your ear and kissed the top of your head.
“I love you too, Sev”
He chuckled and eased himself out of you. You whined at the loss, but his coos quieted you. “I love you most, dearest.”
Severus leaned over to where his robes were discarded. Riffling through the fabric until he retrieved his wand. With a small wave of his wand and a wordless incantation, you were both cleaned up. Now settling back into the bed, he pulled you close so your head rested on his bare chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you.
“Goodnight.” He whispered. He knew in the morning a serious discussion would need to be had, but tonight he just wanted to relish in holding you close. To bask in the bliss of having made love to his beautiful girlfriend.
He pressed a final kiss to the top of your head. You hummed in contentment and closed your eyes. The feeling of him running his hands through your hair lulling you to a peaceful sleep.
Plot Description : Umbridge’s punishments are medival and savage, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that much out. But what happens when her punishments spread from the students to the teachers? And what happens when she decides to turn on you?
Quick Note : This little story is heavily inspired by @thebadgerclan. I highly recommend checking her and her fics out, they’re very well written and some of my personal favorites!
Point of View Used : Second.
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“I know it upsets you darling, but there is not much that we can do,” Severus responded calmly from his desk, eyes flicking up from the test he had been grading to meet your gaze, his features softening as he noticed your furrowed eyebrows and stiff shoulders. You had been complaining about Umbridge’s harsh punishments towards your students, going on about how she treated them like animals instead of people. It truly angered you to see how your students were being treated, entering your classroom with scarred hands and dried up tears on their cheeks.
You let out a huff of breath through your nose at Severus’ response, he seemed to not care nearly as much as you did about the students’ treatment. Sure, he believed that Umbridge treated the students as if they were animals, but there was only so much that he could do. After all, he wasn’t Dumbledore, he couldn’t fire her, that power resided only with the Headmaster.
“There has to be something,” you said to Severus, who only shook his head at you. He knew that if you were to tip Umbridge onto her bad side, there would be a possibility that you would lose your job and forced off of the grounds of Hogwarts. He had seen what nearly happened to Trelawney, but luckily, she had been saved by Dumbledore. But with Dumbledore gone, there wouldn’t be anyone besides himself and Minerva who would come to your aid.
“There is nothing (Y/N). You know just as well as I that there is nothing that we can do to halt her actions,” Severus stated firmly. His tone of voice had you sinking back into your armchair, shoulders slumped and eyes downcast. He knew that you had a motherly love for all of your students, another trait of yours that he admired, but of course, a mother cannot protect her young forever.
“The next time she tries to hurt a student, I’ll take their place,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers. But as you finished speaking, you immediately wished that you hadn’t said anything at all. Severus’ eyes snapped upward, his eyebrows furrowed together and his jaw clenching. He knew that you would do anything for your students, but to put yourself in harm’s way on purpose? He wouldn’t allow it, he wouldn’t watch another person he cared about be hurt.
“You will do no such thing,” Severus stood from his desk, striding over to the armchair you sat on and kneeling down beside it. He reached out, taking your hands into his own as he gazed at you, eyes swimming with concern over what you had said. “I cannot bear the thought of you being hurt,” he added, his voice barely a whisper as you smiled softly at him, moving your hands from his own to take Severus’ face into your hands.
“She wouldn’t hurt me, I am her colleague after all,” you said with a shrug.
* *
You could feel Umbridge’s eyes on the back of your head as you taught, silently observing your class with a clipboard perched on her lap, quill scratching against the parchment as she noted every little thing that you were doing. It was almost as if you were a student again, completing a task with the professor hanging over your shoulder. It was unsettling, but it wasn’t as if you could make her leave.
“Alright, this spell is crucial when it comes to protecting yourself. I’d like you to pair up with the person next to you and practice the protection charm,” you instructed, stowing your wand away in the sleeves of your robes as you turned back to your class, noticing how their eyes lit up at the chance to practice spells on their fellow classmates.
But just as your students stood up and began to take out their wands, Umbridge cleared her throat from the corner of your classroom, standing from her seat and striding over to you. You furrowed your eyebrows, puzzled at her sudden reaction. You had always allowed your students to practice spells on one another, how else would they memorize the incantations and wand movements?
“Just what do you think you are doing?” Umbridge asked with a raise of her eyebrows, tapping her manicured fingernails against her clipboard. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at her.
“Teaching my class,” you answered, lifting your arms so that they crossed over your chest. “The students are going to demonstrate Protego on one another so that they memorize both incantation and-”
“The Minister has already proclaimed that students do not need…demonstration in order to know a spell Professor,” Umbridge snapped, cutting you off in such a way that already had your blood boiling.
“How will students know how to perform a spell if they don’t practice it?” you retaliated, your voice raising slightly. Your students had quieted by now, opting to listen to their favorite professor yell at their least favorite.
“They do not need to practice a spell in order to perform it,” Umbridge replied simply, lifting her chin as if she was taller than you, though you had just enough height to tower over her.
“Professor, I believe in allowing practice, that is the way that I have taught my class. There is nothing wrong with performing a spell, that is how wizards learn,” you explained calmly, though you were itching to curse the stout woman in front of you.
“The Minister would beg to differ. You know, I believe that you are just as dismissive of the rules as your students are Professor!” Umbridge said shrilly, her voice drilling into your ears and etching into your mind, which you mentally cringed at. You sometimes wondered why Dumbledore ever let her onto the team of professors in the first place, did he not run background checks on the wizards/witches he was hiring?
“Dismissive of rules? In this classroom, I make the rules!” you yelled. Umbridge’s eyes widened, and your students had grown so quiet that a pin’s drop could have been heard. You regretted yelling instantly, hands flying to your mouth as you blinked. But the damage was done, there was nothing that you could do to stop Umbridge’s rage. This was it, the moment that you would lose your job at Hogwarts.
“I think that you and I need to have a talk. Wouldn’t you agree Professor (L/N)?” Umbridge asked through gritted teeth, gesturing to the door with a too-sweet smile on her face. You swallowed the lump in your throat, and though you wanted to disagree and stay with your class, you nodded.
“Class is dismissed. But I expect an essay on the Protection charm and its usefulness by Monday,” you turned to your class, shoving your hands into the pockets of your robes. They groaned back at you, disappointed, but they all filed out nonetheless once their things were gathered. Once the last student shut the door, you returned your attention to Umbridge. “Dolores-”
“Don’t even begin to reason with me, you are just as bad, if not worse, than the students I have to deal with every day!” she exploded at you, and you winced, chest tightening with each word that she practically screamed at you. She shoved a hand into her robes, digging around for something before she removed her wand from her robes, tip already pointed at you.
“I believe that there is only one punishment that fits what you have done today,” Umbridge practically growled at you, and if she wasn’t this mad, you might have joked that she resembled an angry bulldog. But now was definitely not the time for jokes, your life was possibly on the line. “The Cruciatus Curse ‘ought to make you respect your higher-ups,” she gave you another too-sweet smile before raising her wand at you.
“Dolores, this isn’t nesse-”
“Crucio!”
Your body felt as if it were on fire, little flames erupting on your skin as you fell onto your back, eyes screwed shut. And here you thought getting hit with Stupefy hurt, this was one hundred times worse. Your lips parted, but no sound came out of your throat, it felt as if it had closed in on itself. Your head burned, your chest ached, everything hurt, but it wasn’t normal pain. This was pure torture, and there was nothing that you could do to stop it, all you could do was lie on the floor.
Finally, after what felt like hours, you found your voice, and a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout your classroom. You’d think that Umbridge would realize what she was doing and cease her torture, but it only seemed to fuel her anger, and she twisted her wand. The little flames turned into forest fires, and you screamed again as every bit of pain you felt intensified.
Just outside of your classroom, striding down the hall, was Severus. He’d finally found a moment of peace between his classes, and planned to spend what little time he had with you, knowing that you’d make him feel better instantly. Usually, when he was down the hall from your classroom, he’d hear you teaching or hear spells being cast and student laughter, but it was eerily silent.
And then you screamed.
It was a sound he’d never heard before, and one that he never wanted to hear as you fell silent again. His once brisk walk sped up to a sprint as he threw open the door to your classroom, horrified to find you twisting and turning on the floor with Umbridge standing above you. He felt like the world stopped rotating as his eyes took in the sight in front of him, he’d seen this before, but this time, he was able to do something about it.
“Enough!”
Umbridge’s wand twisted before falling back down to her side, her head turning to face Severus, who was positively fuming. You were laying on the ground, unmoving but breathing, and Severus rushed to you, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other checked for a pulse. And when he found one, he nearly broke down at how weak it was, had he been even a second late…
He shook his head at the sudden thought, his arms hooking beneath your legs and supporting your neck before swiftly lifting you from the ground. “And just what do you think you are doing?” Umbridge reached for Severus’ arm in an attempt to stop him, but the look he gave her had her stepping away from him. He adjusted you so that you were comfortable in his arms, your head tucked just beneath his chin as he stepped around Umbridge, striding towards the door of her classroom.
And just before he left, with a swift turn of his head and fire burning in his eyes, Severus finally spoke to her, his voice a raspy growl.
“You will not get away with this.”
* *
The pit of worry that sat in Severus’ chest was sickening, his leg bouncing with that same worry as he waited outside the grand oak doors that opened up into the Hospital Wing. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there for, it could’ve been minutes, hours, hell, it could’ve been days, and Severus wouldn’t have known. He didn’t have a care for what time of day that it was, all that mattered was you being alright.
The hands that rested on his clothed thighs curled into white-knuckled fists as his mind replayed how he’d found you, lying on your back with your head tilted just a tad to the left. Your robes were scratched open, as if you’d been attacked by a rabid animal. Your eyes were shut, but they twitched every so often. Your limbs were shaking as if you had been through a snowstorm with nothing but your undergarments on. You were in horrible condition, to put it bluntly.
Just as he was going to stand and enter the Hospital Wing, the digustingly familiar sound of heeled shoes clicking against stone rang out in the otherwise empty corridor. Severus’ shoulders stiffened, his spine straightening out as Dolores Umbridge approached him, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes burning with an emotion that he couldn’t put his finger on.
“You have no right to be here,” Severus murmured, his voice deadly quiet as Umbridge paused, her gaze flicking to meet his own, and he sensed a twinge of guilt in the stout woman. But his thought was quickly shut down when he remembered your state, and that she was the reason you were here in the first place.
“I have every right to be here,” Umbridge replied flatly, her shoulders rising and falling with a sharp breath as she took the seat besides Severus, who visibly scooted away from her with a sour expression on his face. “I only wish to remind Professor (L/N) that her time at Hogwarts is finished,” she added quickly, and Severus could already feel his blood boiling.
“You will do no such thing,” Severus replied curtly, his eyebrows furrowing together as Umbridge clicked her tongue. She opened her mouth to say something, but fell silent as her gaze flicked to someone behind Severus, and the Potions Master almost let out a chuckle as he watched the color drain from her face. He knew who stood behind him, and he knew that Umbridge was royally screwed.
“Good evening Professors,” Dumbledore smiled with a delighted twinkle in his eye, his hands folded comfortably in front of his periwinkle robes. Umbridge couldn’t muster a reply, she merely swallowed the lump in her throat. “Oh! I do have something for you Professor Umbridge, a little..well..gift,” Dumbledore smiled again as he reached for something in his robes, removing a rolled piece of parchment that he pushed into Umbridge’s hands.
Umbridge hesitated, her eyes flicking from Dumbledore to the rolled parchment before she finally opened and read whatever was written. In a flash, her eyes burned with anger and she sprang up in her seat, glaring at Dumbledore so fiercely that if looks could kill, both Dumbledore and Severus would be lying on the ground.
“You’re firing me?! That can’t be right, surely this is for Professor (L/N)!” she said angrily, her fist curled around the parchment as she continued to glare at Dumbledore. But he didn’t react, he only shrugged and pushed open the doors to the Hospital Wing, smiling at something that only he could see.
“When you learn to treat others with respect, perhaps you could become a professor again. But for now,” Dumbledore turned his head so that he stared straight at Umbridge, who was still postively fuming. “I’m sure you don’t need someone to guide you to the exit.” And the older wizard smiled again as Umbridge stormed off, muttering something that only reached her ears, or perhaps, he simply didn’t care enough to listen.
Severus stood beside Dumbledore, gazing into the open Hospital Wing, his eyes falling on a figure hidden by white curtains. But the shadows cast on the wall showed that whoever was in that particular bed was sitting up, and seeing as there was nobody else in the Wing, Severus felt his heart soar.
But in his own way, he feels the holiday's refrain.
For even Snape, and his mysterious ways,
Can find joy in the magic of the long December days.
•Here’s alittle sev Christmas poem I wrote along with the cutest picture I could find to envision what I was trying to portray:)) Merry Christmas and happy holidays🎄🖤
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Sev had this way of shielding his feelings under layers of cynicism and irony: sometimes he succeeded so well that they languished in the shadows until they were lost.
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The surface does not create difficulties. Depth creates a lot of it and for that reason it was better to judge him. Knowing him meant entering his complex/difficult soul.
Nobody wanted to know him.
Sev didn't do much to make himself loved, but his behavior in reality was pain, he didn't feel worthy of friendships nor a happy life.
This is heartbreaking, and so sad. Sev was a deep person and depth is scary.
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