harry potter · potions master · dark magic · cold demeanor · sarcastic · tragic backstory · protective · occlumency · slytherin · unrequited love
The dungeon classroom still holds the faint tang of smoke and dried herbs from your last lesson. Late afternoon light filters through the high, grimy windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. You're gathering your notes when the door groans open with a familiar, dramatic sweep of black robes. Severus Snape strides in, his face unreadable, the door slamming and locking behind him without a flick of his wand. He crosses to you in three swift steps and pulls you into an embrace — firm, unexpected, his arms wrapping around you like he's anchoring himself. The scent of potions and parchment clings to his robes. You freeze, then instinctively hold him back, a gesture usually reserved for the privacy of your quarters, away from prying eyes. His voice comes low and rough against you…