(Severus Snape X Student!Reader) Request

Severus Snape X Student!Reader (REQUEST)


It was first day of Hogwarts. You were not excited, to put it bluntly. It was your seventh year, and well to put it quite honestly you felt rather done with school. You were done talking to the people you were probably never going to see after a few months. You were done with assignments. You were done with homework. To put it in a muggle way, you had senoritis. You did not want to be there any more.

You walked into Hogwarts for the beginning of the year feast wearing all black, not really caring about the proper uniform anymore. You had always been a little goth, but now because of just how little you cared, you decided to dive into being fully goth, and stop caring about wearing the proper outfit for school.

You sat down at the back of the table, as close to the big double doors as you could. It was a little quieter back here, and there was a little less people. And, you were far away from those silly first years getting sorted up front. And, this way you could be one of the first ones out. You pulled out a book, one of your personal favorites, and started to read. People were still coming into the Great Hall, but you paid them no mind.

Not until at least, you felt someone staring at you. You frowned and turned, gasping a little as you saw the dark haired, always stern and cold looking Potions Professor, Professor Severus Snape. He was frowning at you, but then again, when wasn’t he frowning? You frowned right back at him. But, over the years you had developed a rather strong crush on your Head of House and Professor. You liked how dark he was, and now that you had decided to plunge into being goth, you were even more attracted the dark man. It made frowning just a little hard for you.

“Miss [y/l/n], what do you think you are doing?” he asked, his voice cold and uncaring, like always. You raised an eyebrow at that and held up your book in a sort of ‘this is obvious’ type of gesture.

“im reading” you said like it was obvious. Professor Snape said things like it was obvious a lot of the time, and well you were rather proud that you gave him the same tone back. You set the book back down. He did not look amused.

“I should have been more clear with you. Why are you not in your Hogwarts uniform, Miss [y/l/n]?” he asked, his voice cold as usual. Did he ever have any emotions at all? You didn’t think so. You shrugged though.

“Didn’t feel like it, Professor” you said in a nonchalant sort of way. He stared you a moment with his dark obsidian eyes, they always made you feel like they were looking deep into your soul. It was slightly creepy, but you kind of liked it as well.

“I suggest, Miss [y/l/n] you start feeling like it again” he said coolly and with that he turned and headed to the teachers table. You frowned and rolled your eyes. He could be so dramatic sometimes. But it didn’t stop you from watching him as he walked, checking out his behind as you did so. Though sadly it was hard to see because of the cape.

You ignored the warning and kept reading, it was hard to read at times, like each time a kid was sorted because whatever House they were put into the entire table would scream and clap like crazy fools. You couldn’t be bothered by that.

Throughout the school year, you kept ignoring all the teachers telling you to start wearing the outfit. You got detention quite often. Especially from Professor Snape. This allowed you, however, to get closer to him. You talked to him a lot, and even when all the other teachers gave up on you as a lost cause and quit giving you detentions, he kept on giving you detention. Every single day.

You didn’t entirely mind though, it gave you time to spend with Professor Snape, and sometimes he let you do your homework, he let you clean the potions room, and a few times he even let you help make his own potions!

One night, it was way past dinner and probably past curfew as well. You were still in the potions classroom, stacking the shelves with ingredients while the professor was at his desk grading. It was getting close to the end of the year, so there wasn’t that much to stack, since it was. You finished stacking the shelves. This was probably your fourth or fifth task that night. You sighed and rested your elbows on the professors desk, resting your head on her hands.

His quill stopped, but only for a millisecond, before it kept moving, like he was completely oblivious to the fact you were right over your Head of House. You waited, possibly for him to dismiss you, possibly for another task. You were about to finally open your mouth when you heard the cold voice of the Professor.

“Is there anything specific you want, Miss [y/l/n]?” it shocked you for a moment, you thought he was going to completely ignore you until you spoke.

“well you see professor, I was just wondering if I could go or if I had another task or anything” you said, and moved your elbows wider, so your head would be lower to the desk, closer to where he was. His head was down, his quill was still moving as he graded.

“Have you completed your other tasks?” he asked after another long pause. You nodded but wsnt sure if he would see it.

“Yes I have, now I would like to go” you said, sounding a little grumpy and annoyed now. It was getting late, and he didn’t seem like he cared.

He paused and raised an eyebrow at you “Patience is something to be admired, Miss [y/l/n]” he said calmly at your tone. You frowned at that, it was late and you really wanted to get to your dorm, no matter how attractive you found the teacher.

“its late professor” you said sounding rather agitated. Finally, he looked up at you, his obsidian eyes meeting yours, looking deep into your soul like always. It made you shiver.

“You should have thought of that when you decided to stop wearing the school uniform” he said, his voice slightly biting. You frowned at that.

“You’re the only teacher who still cares, school is almost over, theres maybe two months left IF THAT, honestly why do you even care so much? I thought you would be the one to care the least about this school”

He glared at you “You should show respect to this school” he practically spat out at you. You were rather shocked at that.

“Why? Im leaving soon” you said. He glared at you, you shivered at that, his eyes seemed so much colder now.

“You’re here now and you should” he said, giving no further explanation then that. He huffed “Leave” he dismissed you. You frowned, finding him even more mysterious and brooding then usual, and turned and left.

For some reason, the encounter after your detention troubled you. You knew that the potions master was rather closed off, cold, guarded. But, for a second, it seemed as though he might have opened up, just a little. It had shocked you that he seemed to care so much about the school. And you knew you would not forget the encounter any time soon.

After that, without saying anything, you started to wear your uniform. Not all the time, actually just in Potions. You changed before and after. Even though you kind of enjoyed your detention with the Professor, you felt that somehow it meant a lot to him that you started to wear the outfit again.

A couple weeks later, you were in the library. You were trying to read. But, there was a big group of students, working on some final project together. It was loud in the library and you couldn’t really concentrate. You groaned a little and wondered where you could go, since the common room was sure to have people, so was the girls dorm. Library was noisy. But… you then had a rather sly thought.

The restricted section.

So, you very discreetly got up, taking your book with you, and headed into the restricted section. You sneaked all the way to the back. You smiled as you sat down on the floor, it was so quiet here, there was no one around. You sighed in relief.

You read in silence for a while, and was so engrossed in your book you didn’t notice the small noises of foot steps getting closer to you.

You didn’t notice until there was suddenly a shadow over you. You frowned for a moment, because it made it so you couldn’t read. But then you realized it was probably a teacher…. You looked up and your [y/e/c] eyes met the dark pools of Professor Snape.

Of course, you also were not wearing your uniform. And you were, not authorized, in the restricted section.

“Miss [y/l/n] what are you doing here?” he asked coldly, as per usual. You held up your book in a very obvious way.

“Im reading” you said bluntly.

“In the restricted section?” he questioned. You shrugged nonchalantly like you didn’t really care.

“The library was too noisy, so I moved here instead” you explained truthfully.

“And not in your uniform either.” He said even colder. You waited patiently for him to add something as you nodded. “Fifty points from Slytherin, along with detention, tonight in my office” he said and with that, he strode off. You sighed a little, you were expecting the detention, and was surprisingly a little disheartened by the point deduction. It meant a lot when a professor deducted points from his or her own house.

As you went to detention, you made sure to wear your school uniform.

Oddly, the professor seemed to be waiting for you as you entered, he never did that before. He was waiting by the door for you. You smiled a little, it was nice. It seemed for a moment that he cared.

You smiled at him, since you did like him and you were going to spend more time with him. “Hello professor” you said happily. He frowned at you, seemingly not amused. “What is my task for today, Professor?” you asked him when it seemed as though he was not going to greet you back.

“Your going to help me make a potion” he said coolly. You smiled, you loved helping him make potions, it made you feel kind of special inside.

“What potion shall we be creating today, professor?”

“Amortentia” he said. You were a bit surprised at that but nodded, wondering for a moment just what your amortentia smelled like. It supposedly was all your favorite smells, and could even smell like your soul mate.

The professor lead you to his personal cauldron, which was now residing on his desk, surrounded by the ingredients for the potion. Slowly, and carefully, together you made the potion. It was an odd thought, helping a potions master. It made you feel like you were sort of his apprentice.

Finally, you watched as the professor added the last ingredient. He gave it a little stir and glanced at you. You were perplexed, he gave you such an odd look, it was not his usual soul looking look. It was almost pained.

“Do you smell anything, [y/n]?” he asked, his voice almost soft. You were shocked, first, the tone of his voice, it was soft and kind and very unlike him. And then, he had called you by your first name! He NEVER called anyone by their first name! You didn’t even notice if you did smell something or not, from the utter shock of it.

“Uh…” you mumbled a bit before leaning over and smelling inside the cauldron. You frowned. You didn’t smell anything. “We did something wrong” was the first thing out of your mouth, since it seemed like the most logical conclusion.

The professor shook his head “We did nothing wrong, [y/n]” he said, sounding actually relieved. You glanced at him and he seemed to have tears in his eyes.

“Professor… are you alright?” you asked, concern coming through in your voice. Who even knew he was capable of crying?

The professor gave a curt nod, taking a deep and shaky breath before answering “Ive only been in love once before… and she didn’t love me back… shes dead now. Ive always loved her… but now…. I had to see if what I felt was real…. And I wanted to see if you felt the same….” His voice was strained and seemed full of pain and anguish.

You looked at the professor in shock, had he actually just opened up to you? But did he just say he loved you, well at least in a very round about way?

Professor Snape looked you dead in the eye “My Amortentia smells like you, [y/n]” he said and took another deep breath “And if im right…. Yours smells like me” he said, his voice was jerky and disjointed, like he was really feeling the weight of his words. He actually had fallen in love with someone who was not Lily, and she very possibly loved him back. But, she was a student.

You were shocked and leaned towards the cauldron again and took another whiff. Still nothing. But… you began to wonder what it truly did smell like.

As if the Professor read your mind, he took some out with a ladle and poured it into a vial and stoppered it. Then he handed it to you.

“Leave the room and smell it again” he instructed. You gently took it from his hands, looking at him as you did, feeling the electricity as your fingers brushed together. And as you looked deep into his eyes, you for once saw emotion. You saw hope in his eyes. You nodded and headed out of the room and went as far as to go all the way out of the dungeons so you didn’t smell it at all.

Finally you unstoppered it and took a deep sniff, closing your eyes and letting the scents take over your nose. You smelled the dank, dampness of the potion room, you smelled the grease of Professor Snapes hair, you smelled the stale taste of the potions room, you even smelled a mix of the odd ingredients that filled the potions room.

Tears came to your eyes, you loved your professor.

Meanwhile in the Potions class room…

Professor Snape had stopped breathing when you left the room and went to another corner of the room, cleaning out his noise, smelling just the dungeon’s smells. Once he thought his nose was cleared out enough, he went over to the cauldron and leaned over the cauldron and took a big whiff. Scents filled his nose, your shampoo, your perfume, the smell of books, the smell of the Slytherin common room which was slightly different then the potions room. A little quirk of a smile edged on his lips.

You walked back to the potions room, and as you did you blushed lightly. Snape was waiting by his desk, once more his face was emotionless. You walked slowly to his desk, stopping in front of it.

“I love you” you blurted out. “Your so cryptic and dark and moody and brooding but I love it, I have for years now Professor” you couldn’t seem to stop yourself but you clapped your hand over your mouth to prevent more from spilling out.

Snape seemed to relax at that, a true, though small, smile touched his face.

“I love you too, [y/n]” he said, for once seeming at peace. But a frown fell upon his face “But you’re a student…. I don’t know…. The Headmaster wont allow it” he said, sounding deflated.

You rolled your eyes “Theres a month left of school Pro-“ he cut you off.

“Call me Severus, at least when alone together” he said. You smiled a little at that.

“Theres a month left of school Severus…. Does it matter?” you asked. He looked worried, after all Headmaster Dumbledore gave him a second chance, a chance to be better then his previous Death Eater status.

But suddenly through the door, a silver patronus came flying in. It was a phoenix bird, flapping its giant wings and circling around the two of you.

Dumbledores voice came from the patronus “I give you my blessing now just kiss already I bet twenty galleons with Minerva on this!”

You couldn’t help but laugh and look at Severus, who seemed rather embarrassed by this.

“I didn’t know we were such a spectacle.” He said evenly.

The phoenix practically rolled its eyes “Its obvious. NOW KISS” Dumbledore commanded. You raised an eyebrow at Severus.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go against a direct order of the Headmaster, Severus” you said, rather cheekily. Professor Snape sighed and nodded, was that a light blush on his cheeks. He leaned a little closer to you and you realized he was nervous. He glanced down a little.

“Ive um never kissed anyone before you see…” he whispered to you. Your heart sank, you felt incredibly sad for the professor, his one and only love not feeling the same back, and it seemed as though he never loved another woman. Until you at least. It made you feel sad and elated all at the same time it was so conflicting and he was just so adorable…

“I haven’t either” you whispered back and leaned up a little and kissed him hard and passionately. Snape was shocked by the kiss but soon wrapped his arms around you, kissing you back just as passionately as the Phoenix flew around you two over head.