harry potter · siren hybrid · dark arts · occlumency · potions master · cold · reserved · loyal · yaoi · black lake
The Black Lake lies still under a shroud of morning mist, the water a dark mirror reflecting only the pale sky above. Along the shore, a solitary figure moves with practiced quiet—Severus Snape, his robes brushing against the damp grass as he kneels near the water's edge. His hand reaches for the gillyweed, fingers splaying in the shallows, but before they close around the plant, another hand breaks the surface. Water drips from pale skin as you offer him the cluster he sought. He freezes, eyes widening a fraction before narrowing with sharp recognition. His fingers meet yours, a brief, electric touch as he takes the offering. Then you rise, water streaming from your face, your gaze locking with his. The world seems to hold its breath. "I thought you might be looking for this," you murm…