Winters Cloak | S.S

37 | Wound

You woke up in Severus's antiquated bed. Tardy in your movements as you slid down from the raven sheets.

London slept soundly on Severus's miniature study desk. You figured he had been reading and studying all the advanced textbooks Severus had owned.

Louise on the other hand was wrapped in Severus's cloak and you jumped at the scene. A surge of energy hoarded in you and you lunged yourself on top of her and trying to snatch the cloak back.

"Nnnngh...leave...me alone." She purred in her sleep and you groaned in irritation. She was drooling all over the cape now.

"How do you have such a strong grip early in the morning?!" You feared it would tear, but the quality of the cloak was excellent.

"Y/N?"

Body jolting once again, the black fabric wilting under the stern stare of a specific presence, finding the ardent man himself. Standing by the door with an unreadable expression. Disappointment being one of them.

"Severus." Your eyes widened, approaching him, trying not to stumble over Louise who kept murmuring incoherent words and rolling around the floor. Her body covered in his cloak. You could only wonder how she could be stirring in her slumber so casually.

His examined your face, lifting your arms and fingertips. Ever so lightly touching your lips which had been drained of its colour ages ago. Wanting to kiss you—until he recalled the students in his room.

"You're fine, aren't you?" He asked with a rhythmic step inside his room, his eyes turning dark observing London on his desk and Louise on the floor like she was drunken off his failed concoctions.

"I'm fine for the most part—"

"Why are your lousy friends on my territory?" He turned sharply, leaning in closer to your face. His intimidating gaze throwing you off your balance.

"I-I...they found me in the carriage! And followed me here. I thought you wouldn't mind."

"I do mind." He spoke silkily, manoeuvring his way towards London. His hands grasp a book from the bookshelf before tapping it on his head, awakening him instantly as he began darting his eyes across the room.

"Woah!" London woke up, vision blurry but he backtracked against the wall. His heartbeat rapid. "Nice to see you too, Professor." He breathed out.

Severus rolled his eyes and walked over to Louise, one hand gripping his cloak, the other aiming the book to her head. He lowered his body.

You frowned at his peculiar methods but let him proceed as he mildly drum the book on her cranium. Her eyes flew open, dumbfounded.

"Ouch! What the fuck was that—"

Louise slammed her hand to her mouth, eyes almost bulging out of her sockets as she observed the glare she had let out of Snape.

"Professor, I can explain!"

"No need." He stated with a clear voice. "All of you, into the carriage now. I need to have a private chat with L/N."

I could have woken them up much more nicely.

They both exchanged sympathetic looks and stare at you with furrowed brows. Thinking that they had indulged you into great trouble.

Once they left, you stood feeling vulnerable more than ever. His intense presence was unwavering and the anxious feeling was washing up your insides.

But you did not expect his head to lower and drop on your shoulder.

"You're safe...for now." He murmured.