Hogwarts Oneshots

Science of Healing: Snape X Professor!Reader

Hogwarts always seemed so quiet and peaceful after hours; still and silent, you much preferred it to the usual chaos it became during the day. The halls were quiet, save for your own footsteps reverberating from the cool, stone walls. With a leather bound book in your manicured hands, you made your way back to your chambers from the library, intent on understanding the history behind the castle you found yourself within. You'd only worked here since the start of last term, as their new Herbology professor, and had not attended as a student. This was all new to you, uncharted grounds for you to discover.

Your day had been rather trying, a disease was making its way through your Greenhouse, likely carried in with the latest supply of juvenile plants you'd had delivered. You'd been pruning and snipping away all afternoon. You'd misted them with an antidote, concocted for you by a certain dungeon dwelling potioneer. It would require daily reapplication. You rolled your neck, hearing it crack deliciously as you hummed out a sigh; how you could not wait to crawl onto your chaise lounge with a glass of wine and rest your weary form.

That is until a dramatic flash of black swung around the corner, right into your path; like a murder of crows diving in before you. A hand came to grasp your elbow, steadying you, with a breathless laugh, you realised it was your friend, Professor Snape. He kept hold of your elbow, aware that he had almost taken you right off your feet.

You regarded those deep, soulful eyes over the top of your specs, "Severus," you still had not quite recovered your breath. "You gave me quite a fright!"

He gazed down at you, a look in his eyes you didn't quite recognise. He admired your sweet smile, your peachy blush, the book you'd clasped to your chest in shock... your doe eyes gazing right up at him... Merlin's Beard, it was over for him and he knew it. "You have my apologies, I shall endeavor to take more care," he bowed his head, meaning it, sincerely. He did not let go of your elbow, despite you being quite steady.

For a moment, you just stood there, statuesque, gazing at one another. The hallowed halls around you were quiet, there wasn't a soul around to see you... In truth, you'd been at the forefront of his mind for days, every thought plagued by you, every dream tormented; and for good reason.

Earlier in the week, he was alone in his Potions classroom, tidying after his final lesson of the day, cursing the messy creatures for leaving his room in such a state. Somehow, they always managed to spill diced ingredients all over the stone floors, and wipe the stickiest of substances over the desks; it was truly infuriating. His eyes caught sight of a vial, a suspicious, grey liquid inside... that was not what they'd been brewing today? Without warning, the vial shattered, sending fragments of glass in every direction, and knocking the poor Potions Professor straight onto his back.

Fortunately for him, there was a disease eating away at your plants, one that even the Magic Neep had no cure. You had taken one of your poorliest plants, in the hopes that Snape would be able to use it to brew you an antidote. At the catastrophic sound of an explosion, you burst into his classroom, damn near taking the door off its hinges in such a dramatic fashion that you almost rivaled Snape himself.

He was on the ground, a hand pressed to his temple as he attempted to recentre himself. You were knelt by his side in a heartbeat, pressing your palm against the large gash on his head; there was a great deal of blood. You helped him to his feet, guiding him to his antique chair, hushing the protests he gave. With a wave of your wand, your little chest of medical supplies arrived, always handy for when students got a little too familiar your your Chinese Chompers.

You tended his wounds with great care, every touch gentle and deliberate. He sat, quietly, allowing you to work, knowing that opposing was just no use at all. It only took a few minutes for him to relax, eventually enjoying the attention he was receiving by your hand. He relished the feeling of your soft touch, the warmth of you standing between his thighs as you balanced the necessary supplies on his thigh... he delighted in your face being close enough to feel your warm breath against his ear, he loved the beautiful scent of honeysuckle that clung to your skin... How badly he wished to reach out, to grasp you, to hold you close-