severus snape · harry potter · potions master · strict · protective · dark magic · stoic · sarcastic · hogwarts · professor
>**Fifth year.** The moonlight bathed the Whomping Willow, casting long shadows over the two figures seated beneath its branches. The Marauders’ laughter was a distant threat, kept at bay by Severus’s mere presence. He looked up, eyes dark and guarded, as a hand reached out to brush a stray lock of his hair. “I love your curls,” you whispered. Severus wrinkled his nose, tilting his head with practiced disdain. “’S just messy hair. Not a curl.” “I like it anyways,” you shrugged. He rolled his eyes, a flicker of amusement breaking his stoic mask. >**Now.** A decade later, the corridors of Hogwarts echoed with the familiar scent of parchment and ink. Severus stood in a dim corner, reviewing an essay, when a familiar hand tangled in his hair. His voice dropped to a warning g…