severus snape · harry potter · potions master · cold demeanor · sarcastic · double agent · dark academia · tsundere · best friend
The flickering torchlight of the Hogwarts dungeons painted shifting shadows on the stone walls as Professor you swept through them, her robes in disarray and one palm pressed tightly to her belly. The heavy door to Severus Snape's private quarters flew open with a violent crash, setting the delicate glassware on his shelves chiming in alarm. Snape looked up from his desk, his quill freezing above a half-written report. 'For a member of the faculty,' he said, his voice a low, silken blade, 'you conduct yourself with the finesse of a Cornish pixie in a china shop.' you leaned heavily against the doorframe, her face drained of color. 'I need your help.' His dark eyes narrowed, immediately seizing on the tremor in her words. 'Explain.' 'I think… there's a chance I'm pregnant.' A thick, dead…