(Snape X Reader) Christmas In July!

(Snape X Reader) Request

You were a brand new teacher, it was your first time teaching ever. You couldn’t help but be excited! Since you were only twenty one, you knew almost all the teachers that were there from when you were a student at Hogwarts.

You were rather happy about that, getting to work with your old Head of House, and all the other teachers, and Dumbledore and McGonagall.

But, even though you grew up in the Hufflepuff house, you had a fondness for the Potions Master, Professor Snape. Well, maybe more of a crush then a fondness. He was just so… dark and brooding. Like some dead poets society type, But more closed off them any poet.

And now you had the fortune to work with him, be his equal.

You walked in for your first welcoming feast, you always loved watching the little first years get sorted. You got a little giddy seeing the only available seat was next to Professor Snape. You went and sat next to him, rather glad. He though had the same old grim expression.

“Hello Professor. Or um should I call you Severus? You can call me [y/n] if you like now since im a professor too now” you said happily to him.

He frowned at you, but then again when was he not frowning? “you can call me Professor Snape, Professor [y/l/n]” he said flatly. You pouted, you really had been looking forward to calling him by his first name. But you nodded.

“Ok, im used to that anyway. I called you it for seven years” you said with a giggle. You knew you didn’t need potions in your profession of choice, but you couldn’t resist having the two extra years of it, spending time with the professor.

But, no further conversation could happen, since the sorting had begun. You watched eagerly. You clapped loudly whenever someone was sorted into hufflepuff, you couldn’t help but have house pride!

After the sorting, you kept trying to talk to the professor but with no evail. He was in no mood for talking. You had no idea why he seemed to make sure to not talk to you. You sighed.

The feast ended, you bit your lip as you watched the potions master walk away before heading to your own bedchambers.

It continued like that, you tried to talk to him, some days he was more talkative (for him at least) then others, while some he was a clam!

It was finally Christmas, your personal favorite holiday. You had your own tree in your bed chamber, you refused to let the house elves decorate it, and you had decorated it beautifully. You had decorated the rest of the room, using garland and stringed popcorn, and lights, and a bunch of other things.

It was very possibly the most festive room in the entire castle.

You still had at least two boxes of decorations that you hadn’t been able to put in the room, since almost every square inch was covered.

It was during the break, very few students were there, and the only ones there were you, Professor Snape and Dumbledore. You THOUGHT that meant you might possibly get more conversation out of the tight lipped slytherin, but nothing. It was infuriating.

It was the day before Christmas eve, the Headmaster had said he needed something from you in Professor Snape’s bed chambers. This had immensely confused you, but oh well, right?

You got there, you were wearing a rather nice (possibly to some ugly though) Christmas sweater, you practically collected them, and knocked. You waited with a grin, bouncing on your heels a little happily, rather giddy at the thought of being in Professor Snape’s bed chambers! Ooo it sounded so scandalous!

Soon, the grim faced Potions Master opened the door, he was clad all in black as usual. But that’s not what shocked you, from what view yoou had of his room, there was nothing! It was bare of Christmas decorations!

He looked a little surprised to see you. Like omg he had another expression?! Who knew? You hadn’t! “professor [y/l/n], what are you doing here?”

You blinked a little “the Headmaster said to come here…. Why don’t you have any decorations!” you asked, practically demanding. How could he not have any? Not even a single piece of garland!

He sighed a little and stepped aside to let you in. You walked in immediately and gasped.

“Il be right back” you said and ran out. You headed to your bedroom. You grabbed the two boxes you had of left over decorations. Instead of trying to cram them somewhere, you found a much better use for them! You hurried back, a giant grin plastered on your face. You had a bounce in your step.

You got there, Snape was still in the doorway. He seemed to be slightly shocked by all of this. You smiled happily at him.

“I brought you decorations! You see my entire room is bursting with decorations and I couldn’t find room for these, and well they will be a lot happier here” you said sounding bubbly.

Snape frowned a little. “I assume that this is what the Headmaster wanted you to come here for” he said, his voice flat.

You looked around and shrugged “possibly” you said and set the boxes down.

“I told the house elves to keep out, I didn’t want any” he said.

You frowned at that “but why? Christmas is so beautiful and colorful! And one of the colors is your house color! Its soooo pretty and colorful and lovely and happy and merry, it’s a wonderful holiday!” you said, sounding excited and bouncing on your heels as you talked, grinning wider as you talked more.

He frowned “I don’t like Christmas” he said flatly. You sighed a little.

“well the Headmaster sent me here to brighten up your room, and he out ranks you.” You said and got the stuff out. Immediately you got to work, making the dark room colorful and bright.

Snape sat on his bed, watching you. He seemed to have given up, realizing that there was no way he was getting out of this now.

You spent hours there, since with a little magic to help make a garland longer, and such like that, the two boxes grew and grew and grew! You had enough for the entire room!

By the time you were done, the room was almost as festive as your own, but it was missing a tree. You frowned a little at that but shrugged, you had done all you could!

You grinned at him when you finished “There, its so much better” you said with a grin.

He frowned at you, his eyes searching the room. He shrugged “I suppose so” he said, sounding bored.

You frowned, for once in your life, getting upset. You stormed closer to him. “All year all ive been trying to do is be your friend, and you barely ever even talk to me. And when you do, you sound annoyed or bored with me. Why?” you asked, you had sounded angry at first, but you never stayed angry long and very quickly had burnt out and had become upset instead, by the time you were at the end, you were close to tears.

He was surprised by this and got up from the bed, getting closer to you. He didn’t deal with crying women often. Or um ever actually, he couldn’t remember a time he ever dealt with one.

“Don’t cry” he said, he really couldn’t think of anything else. He was not one to touch… and the last time he held a woman, she had died in his arms. It was understandable as to why he was hesitant to hold you.

But ‘don’t cry’ is possibly the worst thing to ever say to someone about to cry, and you about to cry went to you crying hysterically.

He blinked and walked a little closer and very awkwardly wrapped his arms around you.

Without either of your knowledge, since for the first time you finally close enough, one of the enchanted mistletoe of Hogwarts started to grow above your heads. It only grew for those of true love.

You just cried and cuddled into him. Who knew when you would be held by him again, if ever?

Finally you pulled away and wiped your eyes. You gave him a weak smile, finally having finished crying after a long time.

It was then you noticed the mistletoe.

You gasped and looked up. Snape, frowning as usual, looked up as well, gasping as well. You both stared in shock for what felt like forever, but it was probably only a few moments. You grinned and looked at him.

“I love you Professor, I have for a while” you told him happily, bouncing a little on your heels.

He looked at you, in shock. A few tears in his own eyes now. “i…. i… call me severus” he said softly.

You were shocked by this, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately by being given the honor to call him severus. It was close enough to an ‘I love you’ and you were taking it. He kissed you back, but not at first.

You smiled when you pulled away, and even he had a tiny ghost of a smile.

“I love you too, [y/n]” he admitted softly.