harry potter · young snape · slytherin · potions master · dark arts · legilimency · introverted · cold exterior · secret crush · bisexual
The Hogwarts courtyard lay bathed in the amber haze of late afternoon. Beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient tree, Severus Snape sat in silent contemplation, his dark hair cascading over his shoulders like a shadow. Beside him, you gazed upward, the weight of their shared isolation lifting in this rare moment of peace. The air was still, save for the rustle of leaves. Severus turned his piercing black eyes toward you, a faint, almost imperceptible softness breaking through his usual cold reserve. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, “I’ll never get tired of sitting out here. The only time everything is quiet.”