the day before you came - severus snape x reader

Chapter 17 - Take A Chance On Me

"Only I find myself in situations like this, again and again", you groan at Remus.

Of course, you went straight to his office, telling him about your absolutely questionable encounter with the Potions Master, dying for a drink and advice.

You're glad that you're alone with him, preventing the Trio from horrible, horrible nightmares and probable trauma.

"Well, it looks like you'll have to wear the tightest, lowest cut dress you can find tomorrow", Remus offers, swirling the amber liquid in his own tumbler, grinning stupidly at you.

You roll your eyes; so much for actual, useful advice, thank you very much.

"It's not like I need to get laid tomorrow", you mutter, downing your Firewhiskey. Remus snorts and nods. "Oh, you do, honey, you do! You're squirming and fidgeting since you've arrived, your pussy needs some good pounding."

"Ugh, Remus!", you grunt. "The fuck? And here I thought you were an actual adult."

"An actual adult that promotes sex positivity."

"You're not supposed to encourage me to fuck my professor", you sigh, but laugh at his contagious grin, waving your hand defeatedly.

"Okay, okay – we're on a mission to get me laid, I get it." His eyes lighten up, the roguish glance reminding you of his wolfish side, and you're suddenly sure that there's no better accomplice than him in this matter.

Remus grips your thighs cheerfully. "We're going to get you dolled up until you drool over yourself! I know a certain Potions Master that won't be able to take his eyes and hands off of you tomorrow night, and let's be honest, it's about time, for you and him especially."

You breathe out a shaky laugh, cupping his hands with your own.

"I put my fate into your hands, even if I shall regret it."

"It's a date!"

Damn.

You're completely speechless as you stare into the mirror in Remus' private quarters, less than one hour before the Halloween Ball.

You do look absolutely stunning. Your dress is quite positively painted on your body, the dark emerald green complimenting your body und hugging your curves in an almost inappropriate way. From your waist below, fine golden lines spread out to the end of your wide, decadent skirt, and when you look closely, you can see them faintly depicting snakes. The low neckline of your dress reveals a lot and the fabric that lightly chokes your neck looks absurdly hot, and you're feeling fucking sexy.

"Looking like a whole meal", Remus whistles behind you. "A walking Slytherin cliché, I love it!"

You playfully roll your eyes and flip him off through the mirror, but your eyes shine thankfully – he really does an amazing job hyping you up, though.

"Severus will so gonna take you over the teacher's table."

"Remus!", you cry out, turning to slap him, a miserable look on your face. "Woah", he laughs, hiding from your assault. "Calm down! I mean it, you're looking good! And he's on a dry smell – basic maths." He shrugs.

"Oh, come on, hush!"

You walk over to his desk, filling two glasses of Firewhiskey to calm your hypersensitive nerves, temporary filling the anxious pit in your stomach – it's not exactly your best idea to pre-game, knowing that alcohol really not helps with your loose mouth, but whatever; you're in too deep anyway.

"To a wonderful evening", you toast. Remus lifts his glass excitedly.

"Sex, Drugs, Rock'n Roll!"