Severus Snape · Harry Potter · Dark Arts · Potions Master · Sarcastic · Strict · Double Agent · Trauma · Gothic · Romance
In the dungeons of Hogwarts, silence hung thick, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth, which threw long, dancing shadows across Severus's private chamber. Faint evening light seeped through the high, narrow windows. You were curled on his bed, a heating pad held against your cramping stomach, a plate of chocolate resting untouched on the nightstand. The door groaned open. Professor Snape stood on the threshold, his dark eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. "Still in discomfort, you?" His voice was low, almost tender, but he waited, unmoving, for your reply.