#severusxoc

Mood board for my OC Samara in my Severus X OC post war story.

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(- This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, so please bare with me. Al the chapters will be based lightly on a Nick Cave song, ths chapter will be ‘nature boy,’:). Ellington Sprout is a sixth year Gryffindor, she tries to befriend Severus Snape, a gloomy sixth year Slytherin.--Will be updated weekly, asks are open, please leave a comment or a like, I would love to hear from you guys!._)

"Hey Nature Boy! Are you looking at me with some unrighteous intention?" Ellington Sprout waved at Severus Snape, a sixth year whom she had advanced Potions with. The boy shrunk  and scowled at her, "Me? I wasn't even looking at you." He spat. Ellington ignored his tone and walked over to him, they were standing in a calm corner in the great hall, where a grand Spring Ball was going on. Something that Dumbledore had organised as a way of granting some chill time for his students, since it was a very busy period of the year. The stress levels rose by those who had upcoming NEWTs and OWLS, nights were spend in the library or in the practice rooms, the students fought more and more and more landed in the infimary due to hexes. "Severus, please, I was merely asking you a question." She smiled kindly at him, he looked at her, confused to why the Gryffindor witch was still talking to him. "Why did you call me, and I quote,  'Nature Boy' ?" he tried to sound distant, trying to affect her behaviour. "Because you are standing up against the Pink and Purple wisteria, the Ball decorations, you see?" She explained, pointing at the plant behind him. "Oh" he sighed, "I'm sorry then." Ellington noticed he had let his guards down a little, which she was glad for. Severus on the other hand still couldn't understand why she would come up to him, he had known her for a long time, but never really spoke to her, she was a gryffindor after all.   "So were you?" she asked him again, handing him a glass filled with Pumkinjuice punch, he sniffed it looking at it as if it was poison. "It's just Punch, Nature Boy, If I wanted to poison you I would have done it more subtle." Severus nodded, sipping his drink carefully, "I was indeed looking at you, although it wasn't with unrighteous intention." He answered finally, think to himself: I was having thoughts That were not in my best interests to mention. "Then what was your intention?" she poked his arm, in a teasing way, curling the corner of his lips upward. Noting in her mind that he felt a bit scrawny,s urely she would take a look if he ate enough. "I was merely looking if you were enjoying yourself. Please, do excuse me, I have had enough of this Ball."  With that he left the room, leaving a grinning Ellington behind, this had been her longest conversation with the vicious Slytherin so far. As for the Slytherin himself he got lost in his thoughts, had she known that he was imagining himself next to her and Lilly at the ball? He had been looking at the friends the whole night, trying to dissolve in his surroundings. He hated the way he still felt drawn to Lilly, but it didn't escape his notice that Ellington was a fine witch herself. The complete opposite of Lilly to be clear, she had white hair which was shortly cut, framing her thin face. He had seen her running on the schoolfields in the mornings to keep in shape for her quidditch games and he had seen her studying at night with Lilly and the marauders in the library, her reading glasses at the tip of her nose. He couldn't figure out why she had come up to him, they hadn't talked at all, only the occasional nods or little grin she gave him in the hallways. Maybe it was all a prank, perhaps Sirius Black made her do it, or maybe she lost a bet? Surely she would have her reasons. ° "Please do explain, Ellington, why you have been looking at that greasy git the whole morning." Sirius pinched her side softly. "Sirius, my dear, that's none of your business." Remus chuckled and looked at them with an amused glint in his eyes. "You've gotten me curious too…" he inquired. She sighed, knowing that they wouldn't let it go unless she told them. "I've been trying to befriend him for the past months." Sirius burst out laughing, while Remus choked on his food. "You've what?" "Don't act like that! Just because you never liked him doesn't mean that I don't like him. I've been working with him in potions for about a year now." "But he's greasy…" "Is not." "Is," replied Sirius. "Look, I really don't care what you think, I'll be nice to Severus as long as I can, and you will not have any say in that."   With that the small but fierce Gryffindor left the Great Hall, getting on her way for her first class. What she hadn't noticed was that Snape had listened along to everything she'd just said. He was confused, didn't understand her at all and questioned her actions now even more than he had ever done before. Luckily his first period was potions, and since they had to work in pairs, he would try to pair up with her and get his much needed answers.

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“Today was haaaaaard.” You allow yourself a whine as you flop down beside him.

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow. You’re not looking at him, but you can practically hear that eyebrow go up out of long-practiced habit.

“Don’t give me that.  Tell me a worse story about your day to make me feel better,” you moan, nuzzling into the folds of his teaching robes. Your fingers find purchase underneath them and your slip them around his slim waist.

“Well,” he starts, clearing his throat as he feels your grip tighten.  You can tell from the sound of his voice that he’s fighting a smile at having been hug-tackled. “To start out, I had at least three concurrent potions explosions in my first class of the day. Two children had grabbed the completely wrong ingredients and a third had nicked some of the wrong ingredient from one of the children.  Needless to say, a few children were sent to the Infirmary and I gave out no less than ten detentions in order to settle the class down after I’d finally gotten the unstable concoctions under control.  Would you like to hear more, or are you just trying to distract me from what you’re doing to my earlobe?”

You blush, caught at nibbling at the soft fold of skin that dangles down at the bottom of his ear.  For some reason, it feels so soft and comforting between your lips and you like the hum of satisfaction that you get when you trail kisses down his neck afterwards.

His arm is around you, then, and he is pulling you closer. “Don’t let me stop you,” he whispers huskily.  

You continue, rising up on your knees and brushing back his hair to reach the sweet spot around the back of his neck that makes him go all wobbly on you.  He moans, then, but it’s the good sort of moan, and then turns his head breathing heavily against the nape of your neck.  His lips are warm and firm as they press against your tired skin, and all thoughts of your stressful day seem to vanish into thin air.

His kisses are a promise of things to come, as are yours, but neither of you are in a hurry.  After all, it’s the end of a long, stressful day.

A stroll in the woods