The Assistant || Severus Snape x Reader ||

Chapter 39: A Fresh Start

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A/N: This chapter is a bit of a filler, but there's plenty more plot to come!

"No, no. You're right. Thanks for that." 

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You were confident that you had never had so many things happen before 9:00 AM on a regular school day in your entire life. You practically skipped from class to class in a much better mood than you had been in days. Lupin couldn't help but laugh out loud when you came floating into his classroom with a bright grin and a jubilant glow that seemed to be following you. 

He didn't say anything, but he gave you a nod to let you know that he was glad that you had evidentially worked things out with Severus. You didn't have Advanced Potions today, but you figured it was for the best. You weren't sure if you'd be able to control yourself with being in a room with Severus and a bunch of students after everything that had happened.

Your good mood didn't go unnoticed, several of your friends and professors noting how you were in much higher spirits than usual. In your haze of joy, you didn't see the tall Weasley twins chasing after you. You slowed your walk so they could catch up to you.

"Hi, [Y/N]!" 

"Hello, [Y/N!" Fred and George's voices rang out.

You turned finally to see the lanky boys with entertained grins on their faces. 

"Hi, Fred. Hello, George." You greeted cheerily.

Truth be told, you had no idea which one was Fred and which one was George most of the time. It wasn't really ever an issue, considering they were basically the same exact person anyway. They walked alongside you, each step you took had a little more pep that the last.

"Where are you headed?" George questioned.

"Transfiguration." You answered, your blinding smile never leaving your face.

"What're you so happy about? It can't be Transfiguration." Fred asked curiously, a sneaky expression on his face.

"Yeah. You're awfully joyous today." George echoed.

You shrugged.

"Is it so wrong to be having a good day?" You wondered aloud. 

George and Fred gave each other matching looks, sneaky sneers spreading on their pale complexions. Fred leaned into your shoulder, giving a long sniff.

"New perfume?" He asked.

Before you could respond, George leaned in on the other side, also taking a huge whiff.

"Smells a little manly for your preference." George added on.

You rolled your eyes playfully at the cunning Weasley boys. They had been onto you and Snape for months now, and they tried to squeeze it out of you every time they saw you. Ever since they ran into Snape carrying you from Madam Pomfrey's a few weeks ago, they were determined to get a confession out of you. Unlike Malfoy, they just wanted to know because they were your friend and felt left out. 

That and they could tease you about it endlessly.

You knew that they were smelling Severus' cologne and the scent of his clean bed sheets that had stuck to your body, but you'd never tell them that. 

"Oh, it's nothing new. Just the same old perfume I've used for years." You lied.

Fred hummed.

"Are you sure about that?" He queried.