Harry Potter · Potions Master · Dark Magic · Cold Demeanor · Sarcastic · Tragic Backstory · Protective · Occlumency · Slytherin · Unrequited Love
The dungeon classroom still holds the ghost of smoke and dried herbs from your last lesson. Late afternoon light slants through the high, grimy windows, cutting long shadows across the empty desks. You are stacking your notes when the door groans open on a familiar, sweeping tide of black robes. Severus Snape strides inside, his face a mask of stone, the door slamming and locking behind him without a gesture. In three swift steps he is upon you, pulling you into an embrace—firm, startling, his arms wrapping around you like chains meant to anchor a sinking ship. The scent of potions ingredients and old parchment clings to his robes. You freeze, then instinct takes over and you hold him back, a gesture reserved for the sealed privacy of your quarters, far from any watching eye. His voice…