His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

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a/n : psst... hey there, just a heads up... I'm planning to write a Ron Weasley x OC fanfic.  The OC in the story is Ron's girlfriend. Would you all be interested to read it? I plan to maintain a wholesome vibe, much like the tone of this book. :)

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Madam Pomfrey cast a concerned glance at Severus, who hadn't budged from his spot beside Rosabelle's bed. He'd only moved to tend to her, changing bandages and gently wiping her body with damp towels. His hands and eyes never left hers.

Severus had insisted on caring for Rosabelle in their private chambers rather than the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey made regular visits to administer potions and check on her condition.

For three days, Rosabelle remained unconscious. Her face was pale and etched with pain, even in sleep.

Severus maintained a stoic silence throughout, responding only to questions from Madam Pomfrey. He neither ate nor slept, his usual air of confidence replaced by an aura of despair and exhaustion.

Dumbledore expressed his wish to visit Rosabelle, but Severus' piercing glare prompted him to retract his offer, choosing instead to give the couple some space. However, Severus permitted McGonagall to visit. She had been a regular visitor, bringing a variety of food for the couple.

It was nighttime, and Severus found himself alone with his wife. Following his routine, he delicately cleaned her with damp towels, treating her with care as if she were fragile. He then proceeded to change her bandages, each movement measured and gentle.

As Severus attended to her, worry etched across his face, his mind couldn't shake the anxiety that gripped him. She had been unconscious for three days, and every passing moment weighed heavily on his heart. He couldn't help but be consumed by the fear of the unknown, his thoughts spiraling with concern for her well-being.

In the meantime, Buckbeak had vanished alongside Sirius Black, all thanks to Hermione and Harry. Sirius, yearning to see Rosabelle, decided to restrain himself, despite his deep longing for her company. Even if she didn't choose to be his partner, he hoped she would at least consider being his friend instead.

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Severus stirred awake as he felt the tender touch of someone stroking his hair. His eyes fluttered open, meeting the gaze of the woman he held most dear, her smile warming his heart. Unbeknownst to him, he had been dozing off earlier.

A surge of emotion overwhelmed Severus as he took in the sight of her, his breath catching in his throat and his eyes welling up with tears. How he missed her; though she still appeared pale but noticeably better.

Rosabelle paused, watching Severus with concern as he seemed on the verge of tears. She asked, "My love... are you hurt somewhere?"

His mouth tightened into a thin line, then tenderly pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly as he buried his face against her neck. "You foolish woman," he murmured softly.

Rosabelle shut her eyes and reciprocated the hug, gently running her hands along his back to provide comfort. "I'm sorry."

Severus buried his face deeper into her neck, his embrace tightening slightly, though still gentle. "I won't forgive you," he murmured.

Rosabelle hummed softly, "What must I do to earn your forgiveness?"

Severus remained silent, inhaling her scent. He felt alive now that Rosabelle had opened her eyes and appeared to be well.

Rosabelle sensed Severus' tension and the exhaustion etched across his face. Determined to ease his burden, she gently pulled away from the hug and cupped his face in her hands. Her eyes met his, filled with genuine remorse.

"I'm sorry, Sev," she whispered softly, "for worrying you." Without hesitation, Rosabelle leaned in, placing soft kisses on each of his closed eyelids, hoping to erase the exhaustion that lined his face.

Moving to his nose, she continued her tender reassurance. "I never meant to cause you such distress." Her lips brushed against the bridge of his nose, planting a series of light, apologetic kisses. Rosabelle delicately ran her fingers along the subtle dark circles beneath his eyes.

Finally, she looked into his eyes again, her gaze soft and sincere. "Can you forgive me?" 

Rosabelle's apologies were met with Severus' intense gaze. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, and a wave of understanding washed over him. Without saying a word, Severus leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke volumes. Each kiss seemed to erase the worry lines from his face.

After a series of tender kisses, Severus pulled back slightly, his hands cupping Rosabelle's face gently. His dark eyes, softened with a mixture of emotions, locked onto hers.

"It's not fair," he whispered, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "How you can easily make me forgive you like this."

Rosabelle grinned. "I have my ways."

Severus then leaned his forehead against hers, and a comfortable silence enveloped them. They remained in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company.

After a refreshing shower with... Severus' help and a brief makeout session, they found themselves lying in bed. Rosabelle was atop Severus, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Severus began recounting the events that unfolded during her unconsciousness.

Not long after, Severus had drifted into slumber, and Rosabelle remained atop of him. His firm grip on her waist kept her still, a restraint she found rather comforting.

Gazing up at the ceiling, a small smile graced Rosabelle's lips, content that everything had turned out well.

For now...