His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

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Within a few weeks, Rosabelle had become a favorite among the students due to her humorous nature, which was in complete contrast to her husband, Severus Snape. 

The news of their relationship had spread rapidly among the students, although they had never really tried to keep it a secret.

In fact, some of the older students had even spotted the couple on a date in Hogsmeade, and they could see the love and affection that Severus had for Rosabelle in his eyes. It was a strange sight. And so, the news began to spread like wildfire. 

What was known about Rosabelle was that she was a pureblood, and she treated everyone equally regardless of their status.

Harry Potter, however, had a special bond with Rosabelle. He looked up to her and appreciated the way she treated him, almost like a mother would treat her child. Despite this, Harry held a strong dislike for Severus Snape.

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On a spooky Halloween night, the Great Hall was decorated with floating Jack O'Lanterns instead of candles. Rosabelle sat in her usual spot next to Severus, scolding him for not eating his vegetables. Just then, Quirrell burst into the hall in a panic, shouting about a troll in the dungeon before promptly fainting.

"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" he cried out. "Thought you ought to know." Before he fainted on the spot.

Dumbledore rose from his seat in concern. 

A hush fell over the room, but it was short-lived as chaos erupted. Students started screaming and running around in a frenzy. Severus turned to Rosabelle but she simply shrugged.

Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice boomed out, "SILENCE!" The Headmaster's authoritative tone was enough to stop the commotion.

"Nobody needs to panic. Prefects, lead your houses back to the dormitories, and teachers, follow me to the dungeons."

Rosabelle held tightly onto Severus's hand and gazed up at him as he rose from his seat. "These dunderheads need someone to keep an eye on them. Stay put and make sure they listen to the Prefects."

Rosabelle was about to object when Severus' hand gently caressed her cheek. "Stay. I'll be back before you know it."

Rosabelle let out a sigh and placed her hand over his. "Just promise me you'll be careful."

Severus smirked, "Aren't I always?"

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Rosabelle stood over her husband, who sat on the sofa in her chamber with a dejected expression. Her hands rested on her hips as she scolded him like a mother would to a child.

"Didn't I just warn you to be careful?"

Severus averted his gaze, clearly feeling guilty.

"Just when I tell you to watch yourself!" Rosabelle sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration.

Rosabelle sat down next to her husband and gently placed his legs over her thighs. "Severus, love, where did you get this cut, and how did it happen?"

Severus looked at her apologetically, "I'm sorry, Belle. It just happened."

But Rosabelle wasn't satisfied with that answer. She glared at him, silencing him instantly. "How can it just happen? Oh- nevermind, I'll change your bandage now. Just stay still."

Severus gazed at Rosabelle with admiration as she tended to his injured leg. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest at the sight of her. She was the epitome of tenderness and care.

Her fingers danced delicately over his skin as she applied the ointment, and he couldn't help but marvel at her touch. It was as though she had the power to soothe his soul with just her gentle caresses.

"Does it still hurt?" Her voice was soft, her eyes searching his for any sign of discomfort.

Severus shook his head. "Not anymore, my love."

Rosabelle's hand moved from his leg to cup his face, her eyes brimming with concern. "Please promise me you'll be more careful in the future."

Severus placed his hand over hers, savoring her touch. "I swear, Belle. For you, I'll always be careful."

Rosabelle's eyebrow raised in amusement as she spoke, "That's what you said to me back then. You know, before all this happened. I'm reminding you, just in case you don't remem-"

But before she could finish her sentence, Severus pulled her into a tight embrace, and it was his turn to gently cup her cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, silencing her with a soft kiss. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine as she melted into his arms.

After a brief moment, Severus pulled away from the kiss and looked into Rosabelle's eyes. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her hand still resting on his chest.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said softly. "I just couldn't resist."

"You're not playing fair, Sev. You can't just kiss me like that and-"

Severus smiled as he cut her off, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Who said anything about playing fair?" And he kissed her again, his hands holding her close as they lost themselves in the moment.

Severus peppered her neck with soft kisses, each one sending shivers down Rosabelle's spine until she lost track of time and everything else but the warmth of his lips on her skin.