For Her: Quality Time
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A/n: Hey hey! I just wanted to write some more. I feel like I’ve been posting a lot lately, that might change, it might not, depending on how I feel. I’m so excited for summer and to finally be out of school for a month or two. Anyway, I feel like the pacing of this fic is a bit off but idk. I can’t help but want to write faster and with greater jumps in time b/c I’m inconsistent. This one might be a bit short. Anyway! Enjoy this chapter. :)
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June 31, 1991
Hogwarts: Potions Classroom
Boredly sitting one of the stiff chairs in Severus’ classroom as he sifts through his ingredients, wasn’t your idea of fun. But, being the good friend you are, and much to his dismay, you were keeping him company. With a dramatic sigh, you lean back limply into the hard backing of the chair.
Severus gives you a terribly harsh glare, “If you are so dreadfully bored, I suggest you go and clean up your own classroom before the children are set to arrive.”
In a complaining voice you begin, “They won’t come til September. Besides, if I do that, who would keep you company?”
“I am perfectly capable of doing this,” he gestures to all of the bottles of potion ingredients that are scattered on his desk and shelves, “by myself. Besides, you could help, you were decent at potions when we were in school.”
You groan as he goes back to work, but perk up at the rare compliment before going back to being limp. After a few minutes of being like a corpse, you stand and stumble over to his table. Plopping unceremoniously onto the floor as you take a box of potion ingredients with you to sort.
Severus looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, before he goes back to his own sorting process.
“You know-”
“We don’t have to talk.” He cuts you off.
You frown, setting down the bottle of Stinging Nettle that you were inspecting with a soft clack against the cold floor. You sigh dramatically before picking up another bottle of spoiled eel guts. “Where do you want me to put the bad stuff?”
“That one’s fine,” he moves to grab the bottle from you.
“It’s molding,” you argue, stretching your arm back so he cannot reach the bottle.
He snaps back, “I’ll use it.”
“You’re not a dragon, you cannot hoard ingredients like they’re treasure.”
He glares at you as if being compared was an unforgivable insult, which to him, it was. Severus never cared much for magical creatures.
“It’s spoiled so we’ll throw it out.” You say as if you have the final say.
“Give it here, I will find a way to use it.”
“Not a chance, Severus, you’ll blow yourself up using spoiled ingredients.” With that you toss it into the massive trashcan near his desk, which was empty. Based on that alone, anyone can presume that he had no intention of throwing out any of his ingredients. “Honestly, one could mistake you for a niffler or a dragon.”
“They could not.” He says, almost too proud to admit it.
“We’ll stay here all night if we must, but you are throwing out the things you don’t need. Beginning with spoiled guts.” Standing up, you drag the massive trashcan closer to his desk and start on the massive pile of bottles.
He huffs, eventually beginning to help you, but not without resistance.
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After many hours of being off with Severus in the potions room, ultimately missing lunch with the other professors. A few of your trusted colleagues came looking for the two of you.
“Filch, I don’t see why you’ve come along. I am the Deputy Headmistress and it is my responsibility to check on these two.” McGonagall says matter of factly to Filch, a bit annoyed at the man’s presence and the fact that he had followed her all the way to the potions room.
“Snape took my bin and I want it back,” Filch says gruffly but softens a bit as Mrs. Norris meows in agreement.
“Very well, Filch.” McGonagall says with a small yet dignified sigh. The pair makes their way down to the potions room, going down the moving staircases and winding halls. When they finally arrive and open the door to the classroom, the sight they see is rather domestic. It’s an odd yet comforting sight.
Perched in his chair, is Snape, with his head resting against the back of the chair. His cloak being used as a makeshift blanket as he sleeps soundly, for the first time in probably weeks or years based on the bags under his eyes. And next to him is you, sitting in a rather uncomfortable looking arm chair, looking at the smudged dates on bottles and vials.
McGonagall clears her throat, making you look up and finally see the two of them. “Ah, McGonagall, Mr. Filch.” You greet them in a whisper, careful not to wake Severus up from his deep slumber.
McGonagall looks back and forth between you and Snape, she says your first name in a whisper, “... is he asleep?”
“He is, what did you and Mr. Filch need?” You inquire, looking back at them with a slow blink.
McGonagall begins to speak but is cut off by Filch, “I need my bin back” he says pointing his wrinkled finger to the trashcan.
McGonagall gives him her signature glance when she’s annoyed, “And I am here to check on the two of you. You weren’t there at the staff’s luncheon.”
You rub your eyes and look around the room for a clock, only to find that Severus never put one up in his room in the first place. You think to yourself, ‘I should buy him a clock.’ You blink, looking back at McGonagall, “I hadn’t realized, I’m sorry if we worried you. And as for your trashcan, Mr. Filch, I will have it back to you once I’ve disposed of its contents.”
Filch lets out a gruff hum in approval and leave the room with a storm, Mrs. Norris meows at you and follows. You smile at the cat’s mimicking of her human companion, while Mrs. Norris was a terror for most students, you thought she was rather lovely; though, that is probably because you were a prefect and a bit of a rule follower (well sometimes you were a rule follower).
“I’m almost done with this, McGonagall, so you can assure that Severus and I are alive.”
She raises a brow at the use of Snape’s first name, “Of course, make sure you wake Mr. Snape up before dinner is served.” The small twinkle in her eye tells you that she finds this scene familiar and is reminiscing on the days when you were still her student. She is about to leave when she looks back, “Oh, and thank you for clearing up this mess, he’s been hoarding those bottles like he’s a dragon.” You and her share a smile and then she walks out of the classroom and into the hall. And with that, you toss another vial into the overfilling trashcan, finally finishing the organization process.
You take your wand out of your pocket and give it a wave, emptying the bin in a single flick. You look at all of the good bottles left on the desk and scattered on the floor and realize that you need to put it all on the shelves. You groan, leaning back into your chair and Severus lets out a soft snore.
Deciding to take a break and realizing that you were starving after accidentally skipping lunch, you decide to head down to the kitchens.
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After snagging a couple of plates from the kitchen, you head back to the potions classroom. You nudge the door open with your foot, as both of your hands were full, a plate for you in your right hand and one for Sev in your left. Upon reentering the room, you see Severus rubbing his eyes, waking up slowly.
You sit down in your seat and place the plates onto the table, moving bottles and vials out of the way. Severus doesn’t say anything, just eating away at one of the sandwiches you had made. You try not to chuckle as he looks a bit like a tired hamster. Distracting yourself, you eat your own assortment of snacks.
After he finishes eating, he begins to put up bottles on their respective shelves.
‘Of course he goes back to work right after waking up,’ you think to yourself, amused. When you finish your own plate you begin to help him.
A soft silence fills the room, it's not uncomfortable but you can’t help but wish he would start the conversation. Nevertheless, the two of you put up the pile of bottles and vials, and while it is far less than before, it’s still a lot.
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A/n: Hey! Hope you guys liked this chapter! This one was just fluff and filler but I thought it was cute. I swear I’ll write more lore soon but I just want to write some build up to elaborate more about your relationship with everyone before the Golden Trio get to Hogwarts. Let me know if you liked this chapter: any Likes, Comments, or Reposts are appreciated (and motivate me to write more!) Also let me know if you want to be in the taglist :) Write to you soon!!!!! <3
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