The Assistant || Severus Snape x Reader ||

Chapter 19: Honorable Friends

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"Did you get in a fight, Professor Snape?"

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The blinding morning sun was what initially woke him up the next morning. Its bright rays peeked through the curtains and splashed across his face. You was confused for a moment when he initially woke up, forgetting for a moment that he had a guest the night before. He lifted his head from the squishy pillow, only sighing in remembrance when he identified you next to him, curled up in his clean sheets. Images and memories of the night before flooded his head. He let out a content groan, and allowed his head to collapse back into the pillowcase for another few moments.

He peered over at you sleeping next to him. He was lying on his stomach with his arms shoved underneath his pillow. He watched as you slept, noting how peaceful you looked. He thought about how much better he rested at night now that you took on part of his workload. He was able to get to bed at a decent hour and not be stressed about having work waiting for him in the morning. He was so grateful for that.

You looked angelic in the way the sunlight pooled over your skin. He had this sense of adoration at the feeling of starting his day off with you next to him. His heart warmed at the notion of a wonderful woman in bed with him.

He reached over and carefully pushed a few strands of hair from your face. You twitched faintly at the tickling sensation of your hair brushing past your face. You revealed your gleaming eyes to him, stirring awake.

"Morning." You mumbled.

"Good morning. I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to wake you." He spoke with a groggy voice.

You smiled sluggishly, shuffling over to snuggle up next to his side. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him, which was such a perfect thing on a wintery morning.

"It's okay. How did you sleep?" You questioned, resting your head on his chest.

His hand ran lazily across your back.

"Very well. Did you?" He returned.

You hummed an affirmative. You hadn't slept that hard in a while.

"Yes. Your bed is so much more comfortable than mine."

He let out a deep chuckle, pressing a kiss to your head.

"I suppose you'll have to sleep here more often." He suggested.

"I don't think my roommates would take kindly to that." You laughed.

A gentle silence ensued for a few moments, the both of you still taking time to wake up. He loved the way his shirt looked on you, and you loved the way it felt. It smelled like him and reminded you of him. You wondered if you could get away with stealing it.

"What do you need help with today?" You asked him.

His hand moved from your back to the back of your head. He scratched lightly, earning a happy whimper from you.

"Let's grade the second year students' essays today. I believe we can get them done this afternoon," He declared; "You have Quidditch this afternoon since your match is tomorrow, correct?"

You nodded. Tomorrow was the second to last match of the season. Your House had gone undefeated thus far. If you won this match, then your House would make it to the Quidditch Cup the third week of January. You were determined.

"Yeah, but not until 5:30. We can grade after my classes. My last one ends at 3:00." You stated. That's when it hit you. You sat up in bed from his chest; "Sev, what time is it?"