Heathen (Severus Snape x Reader)

21 - Observation

I looked around, completely absorbed by all of the sights in his chambers. It looked incredibly nice.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned around to see him still staring me down. I sat my book down on a table beside his door, face down so he couldn't see it just yet. He glanced at it before looking back at me. He had no emotion on his face. He looked drained, mentally and physically. I hesitantly grabbed his arm, linking it with mine. He stiffened but allowed me to do it. I realized I needed to get him well before we could speak about anything we had to say.

I slowly walked him over to his bed. I sat him down and went over to his kitchen. I started a kettle of water and stood, waiting for it to finish. I glanced back at him every so often and each time he was staring at the floor, lost in his own thoughts. I was half tempted to search his mind, but knew he was vulnerable and didn't want to take advantage.

The kettle of tea began to scream and it made him jump. I quickly walked back over to it and took it off the burner, turning the stove off. "Sorry." I spoke quietly and searched his cabinet for a mug. Once I had found one I sat it down, pouring some of the water into the mug. I set a tea bag into it and blew on it to cool it down as much as I could. I had made Chamomile tea in order to make him feel more at ease. I brought it over to him and held it out, expecting him to take it. He just sat there, still staring at the floor. I frowned and sat the tea on his nightstand. I walked back over to him and grabbed his arm again, lifting him from the bed.

He allowed me to do so and followed me over the the side of the bed. I sat him down there and he stared at me, no sense of emotion on his face, still. I sighed, afraid he was just beginning to hate me, and wasn't really sick. I shook the thought off when I looked him in the eyes again. I could tell he really was unwell. He looked ungodly pale. I picked up the cup of tea and handed it to him again, slightly blowing on it like before. This time he slowly took the mug into his hands. His eyes flickered from mine down to the mug he now held. He hadn't even spoken yet, is he that sick?

He began to sip the tea and I smiled lightly, hoping it would help him. I hesitated before slowly sitting down next to him. I felt him stiffen and then slowly relax again. He took sips of the tea as I sat looking at him the whole time. He didn't look at me once, he just stared at the floor.

Once he finished his tea, he handed the mug back to me. I moved to stand up to go put it in the sink, but he stopped me by placing his hand on my leg and pushing me back down to the bed. I froze and felt my entire body shiver. His hand was as cold as ice. My eyes widened as I felt his hand against my warm skin. I quickly grabbed it with my hand that wasn't currently occupied by the mug. He froze, feeling my hand on his. I gently lifted his hand slightly, leaning over to place the mug on top of his nightstand again.

He looked over at me as I now held his hand with both of mine, attempting to warm it in some way. It was only now that I noticed his entire chamber was cold in temperature. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking around for any type of heat source. I located a heater and started to get up to turn it on. He once again stopped my with his hand, placing it on my waist this time. I blushed deeply and looked away from him, trying to hide it. He didn't seem to notice though, as I grabbed his hand and lifted him up to come with me. I needed to turn some sort of heat on, and if he didn't want me to leave, he would need to come with me.

After turning on the heater, I noticed it got a bit warmer already. We made our way over to the sofa and I sat him down once again. He watched me as I walked to the other end of the couch, picking up a light blue blanket. I stepped back over to him and sat the blanket down, turning around to face the fireplace. I smiled, turning it on with fuel and a lighter. I gently walked back over to his side. I sat down next to him and lifted the blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. He visibly relaxed and seemed to lean into me. I blushed gently and wrapped my arm around his shoulder, holding him into my side. He leaned over further until he was completely laying on my chest, as I moved to lay on the sofa. I smiled warmly. This is what I have wanted for months now. It was finally coming true.