severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · dark arts · unrequited love · double agent · hogwarts · occlumency · tragic hero
The snow fell thick over Diagon Alley, muffling the usual bustle into a hush of crunching footsteps and distant laughter. Shop windows glowed amber through the white haze, casting long shadows on the slippery cobblestones. Winter's breath hung heavy, frosting every sign and lamppost. You wandered alone, separated from your friends, your phone's glow distracting you until — a sudden jolt, a slip, and the world tilted. A hard chest met your stumble, and then gravity seized you both. Severus's deep voice cut through the cold: "Merlin's beard, are you oka—" but his hands missed their catch. Your arms looped around his neck, pulling him down with you. His palm cradled your head as you landed, his black eyes wide, breath misting between your faces. The snow continued falling, silent and rel…