"Who Will Save the Savior?"
Severus Snape devoted his life to saving others, even when it meant being hated and reviled by the very people he protected. He died believing he was despised, and branded as a traitor to Dumbledore. But what if, at the l...
I woke up in Professor Snape's comfy bed... He wasn't by my side so I immediately stood up, wrapped my naked body in a blanket, and walked out of his room.
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The heavy oak door creaked shut behind me, leaving me alone in the dimly lit chamber with Severus. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a symphony of conflicting emotions. The air hung thick with the scent of potent herbs and the lingering warmth of his presence. He stirred a bubbling concoction in his cauldron, his movements precise and deliberate, a stark contrast to the storm raging within me.
"You're awake," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. His gaze met mine, a deep, fathomless pool of obsidian. I was captivated, drawn in by the intensity of his presence.
I moved towards him, my steps hesitant but driven by an irresistible force. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, seeking solace in his warmth. The familiar comfort of his embrace washed over me, a balm to my troubled soul. His scent, a blend of woodsmoke and something uniquely his own filled my senses, grounding me in the present.
"Do you love me even just a bit?" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of hope and fear. The question hung in the air, unspoken, yet heavy with unspoken longing. His silence stretched on, an eternity in that charged atmosphere.
He finally pulled away, his touch gentle yet firm. His fingers traced the contours of my face, his gaze unwavering, a storm of emotions swirling within his eyes. "You know the answer," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper.
"Of course you don't," I choked out, the bitter taste of disappointment coating my tongue. I forced a smile, a brittle mask hiding the raw ache in my heart. "I'll just get my clothes," I mumbled, retreating to his bedroom, my footsteps echoing in the quiet chamber.
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I hastily wiped them away, my heart a leaden weight in my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, and stepped back out, my face betraying nothing of the turmoil within.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern that sent a flicker of hope through me.
"I'm going back to my dorm... before Pansy wakes up," I said, my voice cold and distant.
"Are you mad?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. I stopped, turning to face him, my eyes blazing with a fit of fierce anger.
"Ask yourself! You're incredibly smart after all," I retorted, my voice sharp and cutting.
"Come on, Michel! You asked that stupid question, then you got angry!?" he exclaimed, his voice rising in frustration.
"What am I to you if you don't even love me just for a bit? Your kinky fuckery doll?! Is that what I am to you? Your little whore?" I spat out the words, the venom dripping from my tongue.
