The Antidote

((hello friends! here's a fluffy-ish Snape x reader for you guys! I hope you enjoy it because one-shots are not my forte. -Sci <3))

y/h = your house

h/c = hair color

e/c = eye color

y/n = your name

y/l/n = your last name

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         Night fell upon the castle and the long day of classes and schoolwork had come to an end. While most students would be off in their common rooms finishing up their daily homework, you were still roaming the halls. Lazily making your way to the dungeons for your nightly duties as the potions apprentice you felt an odd sensation in the air as if something had gone terribly wrong. Listening to this feeling you decide to quickly make it to your class fearing you were in trouble with the potions master.

Little did you know it was He who was in trouble.

         After a few dozen flights of stairs and getting misplaced twice you make it to the door of the classroom. Upon arrival, you are greeted by the sight of a very worried looking Professor McGonagall and the equally concerned looking Headmaster. 'Oh God, you've really messed up this time y/n.' thinking you were in terrible trouble. "My dear miss y/l/n, how are you tonight?" Dumbledore asked you with a smile. "Good Headmaster, um I'm very sorry if this comes off as rude but what are you both doing here? Am I in trouble?" you asked nervously. there wasn't any reason you should be you're a good student from y/h and if anything you were one of the favourites among the staff.  "No No miss y/l/n, you aren't in trouble. Something has...happened though." Professor McGonagall spoke quietly. Now you were getting nervous. "What's happened? what's going on? Are we in dan-" Your sentence was cut off by a loud crashing from inside the classroom. "what..was that Professor Snape? Is he...ok?" Professor McGonagall only lowered her head, it was Dumbledore who answered "No dear he isn't, you see he's been poisoned and we aren't entirely sure how. Normally this wouldn't be an issue, but given the fact that he is one of the only people who know how to make the antidote this proves to be a complicated situation." at this point, your blood was running cold. You were definitely able to understand the level of panic they were feeling at this point. "What should we do Sir? If he can't brew the antidote how are we supposed to heal him?" worry laced your shaky voice. "Well miss y/l/n that's where you come in, this potion is rather complicated but you should be able to handle it as potions apprentice. besides at this point, I think you're the only one Professor Snape would trust to do this." You took a deep breath. "Yes Sir I think you're right, I suppose helping him really does fall on me." you prepared yourself to enter the classroom with another deep breath. "Be careful miss y/l/n, he is...not himself right now."

And how right he was

       Entering the classroom you took in your surroundings and looking for what could be out of place. As slowly and quietly as possible you look around and notice a medium cauldron on the floor 'so that's what fell.' Next, your eyes fall to the desk where the raven-haired professor was seemingly asleep. 'ok good maybe he won't even notice I'm in here until the antidote is ready.' you thought to yourself.  As quietly as you could you gathered your ingredients. You prepared your cauldron and went to reach for the last ingredient before you could reach it a large hand tightly gripped your wrist. You quickly spin around only to see Professor Snape himself towering in front of you. He looked tired and small beads of sweat ran down his forehead. It was becoming increasingly obvious the state he was in, you needed to make this antidote and you needed to do it fast. First, you needed to get him to sit back down before he hurt himself. "P-Professor you need to rest, you're sick I going to make you an antidote but you have to let my arm go." you tried to keep your voice as steady as possible. He slowly nodded his head before releasing his grip on your wrist. He staggered back to his desk practically silently. 'Ok y/n, let's get this done before something happens.'

     The brewing process did prove to be rather difficult but it wasn't anything you were incapable of but it did take a good long while. About halfway through the process, you realize Professor Snape was staring at you. And he had been for a while. "Is everything ok sir? Can I get you anything?" you were concerned he was getting sicker by the moment and this potion was taking a lot longer than anticipated. "You're very talented y/l/n this is a complex potion and you're brewing it flawlessly." you flushed. It wasn't unheard of him to compliment your skill, but this was bordering praise. He hardly spoke that highly of anyone let alone you. "Uhm thank you, Sir, it really isn't too hard I'm really just focused on finishing so you can get better." He buried his face in his hands "You're so caring, what drives a person like you? Why would someone as perfect as you care if someone like me was ok? Why do you care?" you could fill your eyes welling, you would be lying if you said you didn't have a deep regard for this man. To be 100% honest with yourself you loved him and seeing him like this...hearing his voice dripping with regret. Trying to keep yourself from crying you responded "Sir...It's my choice who I care about and I know it is the poison talking but I hate to hear you speak so low of yourself." You had turned your back to him to add one of the final ingredients only to turn back around to find him standing in front of you again. Much closer than last time. One of his hands rested on the desk behind you, the other on the side of your face. His eyes were noticeably darker than usual and fixed on yours. Your breathing was shaky and you could practically hear your own heartbeat. Every guard you had was falling as he slowly brought you closer to him. Seconds passed and your bodies were now pressed together. The air between you both was hot and thick, just as you were about to close the distance you were snapped out of your trance by a hissing sound.

Oh, God...The potion.

     The soft pink elixir was now overflowing onto the desk and floor surrounding the cauldron. "Oh no! It's getting everywhere I completely forgot what I was even doing!" You rushed around looking for anything to clean the potion only to hear a velvet voice call out a spell you were unfamiliar with. Suddenly the pink liquid floated into the air to the nearest drain. "Sir I am so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing I should've-" A hand on yours quieted all of the thoughts that were running through your head. 'It's not your fault, I was...distracting you. but I do think it's ready." you peered into the cauldron at your creating and it was swirling wonderfully. You found an empty vile and poured the dose into the glass bottle. You inspected the potion double checking if it was up to par, and after seeing it was, you gave it to him. He picked up the vile but before he could drink it, you stopped him. "wait there's one more thing, I need you to close your eyes though." He raised his brow but did as you said. One moment free of fear or questioning lead to your next actions. Without thinking you placed one of your hands on his chest and the other on the back of his neck. You closed the distance between the two of you quickly, soft lips pressed a gentle kiss into his own. Almost instantly he reciprocated the sensation and deepened the kiss. Before things escalated further you separated yourself from him "Y-you need to drink the potion I don't feel right doing this if you aren't yourself right now." He buried his face in your shoulder "When I am healed I won't remember this, I won't remember any of this." You shook your head "There's a possibility but you should remember, please I need you to get better." He stood himself back up looking down at you once more. "If I do remember what you did...I'm going to make tonight worth the trouble." He smirked before down the potion. After he drank it he told you he was going to his room. While you were walking back to your common room everything that just occurred ran through your head. You were a blushing wild mess and sleep was not an option. 

'God I hope he does remember.'

((The End! Like I said this type of writing isn't my forte but here it is. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you have a great day! -Sci <3))