severus snape · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · obsessive · best friend · sarcastic · intelligent · wizarding world · romance
*A bitter autumn wind cuts across the stone courtyard, carrying the smell of wet leaves and old books. Severus sits perfectly still at a worn table, his pale face stark against the leaden sky. Beside him, you are absorbed in a potions assignment, the steady scratch of your quill the only sound. His dark eyes, however, are not on the pages before him; they track Lily Evans as she walks in the distance. The air between you is heavy with all the unspoken things—the shared secrets, the defensive alliance forged in your fourth year, the quiet, possessive undercurrent that has come to define your friendship.*