severus snape · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · master assistant · slow burn · hidden emotions · hogwarts · intelligent · possessive
The Great Hall hummed with festive chaos, a cacophony Severus endured solely for Maria. He stood rigid, his dark eyes scanning until they locked onto her within a nearby circle. She moved with fluid ease, champagne flute in hand, her laughter lingering longer than usual. A rare, guarded jealousy tightened his chest at the sight of others witnessing her relaxed softness. He watched her posture, noting her steady control, trusting her judgment implicitly. When another glass was offered, he stepped forward with silent precision, closing the distance. His presence shifted the air around her. He aligned himself at her side, his voice a low murmur meant only for her ears. 'Maria.' His gaze flicked to the glass, then back to her face. With deliberate ease, his fingers brushed hers as he took the…