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I sighed again before speaking. I struggled to put words together.
"Perhaps we should talk somewhere more pleasant?" Snape suggested.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, and nodded. We both stood up from the floor, and he swished away towards a room I didn't recognize. I figured he probably wanted me to follow, but I was hesitant.
Snape stopped walking, turned around to face me, an eyebrow raised, obviously questioning why I wasn't moving.
"I love when you do that." I thought to myself.
"Pardon?" I heard him say, seemingly irritated.
I chuckled, embarrassed, and covered my mouth with my hand. I guess I said that part out loud.
"So, um, let's go." I stuttered out. As he turned back around to start walking again, I saw a hint of a smirk on his lips. When he started walking, this time I followed. A few minutes later, he opened a black door, and gestured for me to enter. I obeyed, and as soon as I walked in, I realized something.
I was in Professor Snape's personal quarters. There was a bed, other furniture, a small kitchen, and a book shelf full with books. I couldn't help but smile to myself. Suddenly my nightmares were forgotten, as my mind was taken over by other things.
"Care to enlighten me as to why you're smiling like a lovesick teenage twit?" Snape droned.
I turned around to face him. "Why did you bring me here to talk?"
Snape let out an annoyed breath, staring at me, and I had to put my hand on the head of a close-by chair to steady myself so I wouldn't melt into a puddle on the floor.
"I enjoy my privacy, as I'm certain you do as well. I apologize if it doesn't meet your standards." he quipped, his little smirk appearing on his face again.
I laughed, smiling. "No, it's perfect. But if I may, sir, you should do that more often."
"Do what?"
I bit my lip, a bit nervous now. "Show emotion."
Once again, his eyebrow rose, "As should you, Miss Kingsley."
I shook my head, frustrated. "Don't call me that."
Snape deadpanned. "But that is your name."
I looked up, and met his eyes straight on. "Call me Scarlet."
He looked conflicted when I said that, but he met my gaze at last. "Well then, and this pains me to allow, you may call me Severus, but within reason."
I smirked, and we finally sat down, me on the couch, and him in an armchair.
My anxiety started to come back as the air fell silent around us.
"My mom...she was..um..--" I could feel tears starting to well in my eyes once again, and I sighed, putting my head down. I felt Snape sit down next to me, and his hand overtop mine. For some reason, that calmed me.
"My mom was poisoned." I finally managed to say.
I heard him suck in a breath, and I took a breath in, and wiped a tear that had fallen.
"And my dad..." I trailed off, unable to finish, shaking my head.
There was a beat of silence, before Snape spoke again. "Is it bad?" he asked softly.
I nodded. I finally looked up from my lap, my raven hair falling over my face.
"I ran away." I whispered.
That's when the tears flowed like a waterfall. I tried to stifle my sobs, but it was impossible. A second later, I felt his arms once again wrap around me, one hand caressing my hair, as he comforted me. This tender moment only made me cry harder because I had only ever known pain, and this was the first time I felt safe since my mother died.
"Scarlet, you're safe now. He won't get to you while you're at Hogwarts. I swear it." I heard him whisper against my hair.
I smiled against his chest, closing my eyes for a second. I didn't want to leave this room, and I didn't want to leave the comfort of Professor Snape's arms. I never would have imagined myself in this situation, let alone him being in it with me. Maybe I had softened his cold exterior.
"It is nearly 4am." Snape observed.
I sighed. "Unfortunately.." I muttered.
His arms stiffened, and pushed me back a little bit. "You should get some sleep, Scarlet."
I nodded in understanding, standing up from his couch.
He did the same.
"Thank you for listening, sir." I said, smiling lightly.
And suddenly, I don't know what came over me, or what I was thinking, but I leaned up on my toes, and kissed his cheek before I lost my courage.
"Sweet dreams, Professor." I spoke, smirking, biting my lip. With that, I left his quarters. As I walked down the corridor, and back to my room, I mentally praised myself for my brazen behavior. 'Hopefully there will be more moments like that' I thought.
(Snape's POV)
For minutes after Scarlet exited my private quarters, I stood there in absolute shock.
Absentmindedly, my hand moved to my cheek.
I had no idea as to what I should do. This was all different for me.
All I was aware of, was that I would not be able to forget this night.
Oh gods, I was done for.
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Something Different. (Severus Snape/Student Story)
FanfictionMeet Scarlet Lila Kingsley. She's been a pureblood, tough as nails, witch most of her life, because she's had no choice. As she enters her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, things seem to be changing, and in a different way...