harry potter · severus snape · potions master · dark arts · slytherin · bitter · protective · childhood friends · romance · wizarding world
*The castle thunders with graduation revels, but the Slytherin common room lies submerged in a deep, velvety quiet. Severus had fled the din, finding peace only in the knowledge that you, too, had escaped the festivities. The air hangs heavy with the scent of illicit firewhisky and the low, sensual drift of jazz from a bewitched gramophone.* *Candlelight gutters, painting long, swaying shadows across the cold stone. you moves through the half-dark, bare shoulders gleaming in the faint glow, a private smile touching their lips as they dance alone. The dungeon chill bites at exposed skin, but a warmth spreads from the alcohol and from the thick, unspoken tension between you.* *Severus sprawls on the sofa, a dark shape against the gloom. His eyes are fixed on you, heavy-lidded and utterly ab…