Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 4: Fucking Beautiful

"Do you happen to have a fairy wing?"

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What the fuck was that?

Those were the first words that appeared in your mind as soon as you shut the door to your quarters. Brew immediately ran to you, her little belly swinging with each step, and it momentarily distracted you.

"Hi, sweetpea," you said lovingly, reaching down to pet her.

Sighing, you set the book down on the coffee table and removed your robes. You let yourself fall down into the sofa.

"You would not believe this day, Brew," you said as she jumped into your lap.

Stroking her soft fur calmed you down a bit, and her purrs were the best white noise to lull you into a nap.

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When you awoke, Brew was curled into a ball, her head on your lap and the rest of her on the couch next to you. You checked your watch and were astonished to find that you had slept for three hours. It was four o'clock. Lifting her head, you moved to stand up, and the astonishment faded to scorn for allowing yourself to nap in such an uncomfortable position.

Once upright, you worked the knots out of your joints by walking to the kitchen for a glass of water. You guzzled the glass quickly, then, after noticing an awful taste in your mouth, you headed toward the bathroom for a swig of mouthwash. You filled your mouth right from the container and went to put it back in its place when you noticed another bottle, glass, with just a few drops of glimmering blue liquid in the bottom.

Your stomach dropped, and you spit the mouthwash right back out into the sink.

Oh, shit, you thought.

You weren't supposed to run out of that.

Grabbing the bottle, you walked briskly to your bedroom, where you kept all of your potion supplies. You pulled your standard pewter cauldron from the bottom shelf and set it on its stand. Pointing your wand beneath the cauldron, you muttered an incantation, and small bluebell flames erupted, causing moisture lining the cauldron to crackle and evaporate. You began to pull ingredients off of your shelf, preparing to slice, muddle, and let them soften in the cauldron. You reached for a small case on the top shelf, filled with your most expensive ingredients. Upon opening it, you carefully withdrew a tiny vial, wrapped in a cloth to protect it from light. You shook the contents into your palm, then sighed heavily.

Inside was a single fairy wing. Only one fairy wing. And you needed two. You stifled the bluebell flames underneath the cauldron and pondered. It's not that you really needed a contraceptive potion. You clearly weren't concerned about pregnancy, given your abstinence, but it did a lovely job of preventing you from bleeding through all your clothes for two weeks. You considered asking Minerva for help, but you knew she would send you straight to Severus.

It's a potion, after all.

You mustered up the courage to ask, and grabbed a few galleons from your purse. Before your brain could tell you no, you walked straight out of your quarters and toward the classroom. The chill of the dungeons struck you after a few steps, but you didn't turn around, for you knew that your courage would disappate if you went back.

The door was shut when you approached it. After careful consideration, you knocked thrice, gently, halfway hoping he wouldn't be there. You were somewhat disappointed when you heard a muffled, come in from behind the door. You turned the knob slowly and proceeded into the classroom. He was sat in front of his desk, scrawling away on a piece of parchment. He looked up and stilled his hand when he saw you. He raised his eyebrows.