Rewrite The Stars - {Severus Snape x Reader}

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The next day, while eating lunch, Lockhart approached the Hufflepuff's table with all smiles:"Beautiful day, isn't it, (Y/N)?". His bright teeth shining ever so white. Couple of our classmates further away lift their heads up from their plates and blink few times in disbelieve someone as popular as Lockhart came up to me and started conversation just like that. I halfly glare up to him, still feeling a bit drowsy from lack of goodnight sleep that still affects me:"Hi.". To be honest, I wasn't keen on getting the Secrets of the Darkest Art book for him from the Restricted Section without the official permission, but... If I could get better grades with his help, then it'll be worth it. I guess. No one else seems to be willing to help me with the lessons anyway.

Yesterdays events still haunts me. 'Useless' When I agreed to get him the book, Lockhart has been acting overly nice towards me. But I know it's purely because he's getting what he wants out of me. And I'm sure he'll ignore me as soon as he gets the book to himself. But... There is this tiny flicker of hope inside me he'll maybe spend time with me after this is all over. Urgh, I hate myself. How desperate I truly am for company outside of the classes - I even accept Gilderoy Lockhart at this point. While rubbing my face out of tiredness and self loath, the Ravenclaw keeps on babbling about 'all of the great things' he's going to achieve once he'll gets his hands on that book this whole time after he sat down opposite of me. I drag fingers down my cheeks and look up in the enchanted ceiling above us - hoping an owl to drop something heavy on me, so I could just get concussion and stay at the Hospital Wing for the rest of the year. That could work.

While doing so, with the corner of my eye, I see familiar Gryffindor walking out of the Great Hall and my head snaps towards the direction. Remus! And he's not surrounded by his friends as usual. Without thinking, I shoot up from the bench:"Oh, sorry, Lockhart. I..- I gotta go.". Both of his eyebrows raise out of confusion:"Hm?". I began to leave, struggling a bit to get out between the long wooden bench and the table:"I'll see you after..- Well, you know. That. Okay? Okay.". And with that, I gather my things and rush out of the Great Hall. Luckily, Remus didn't get too far. "Remus!" I jog beside him with small smile on my face. "Oh, hello, (Y/N)." he reply. Just when I'm about to tease him about leaving me all alone in Potions lesson, I stopped myself and notice there is something different about him. He looks a bit more... Tired? Ill? Perhaps? "Are you alright?" I ask. Remus quickly turns his head away and continues on walking:"Yes. ...Why you ask?". It seems like he didn't like the question and I got little bit nervous.

I keep on walking right beside him, trying to think something to say that wouldn't upset him:"Just, um... You..- you weren't at the Potions class yesterday. So I was wondering, if you truly quit the class?". "No. No, I haven't quit. I was feeling a bit under the weather yesterday, that's all." he answered, sounding a bit dismissive. Which feels unusual for him. Guess someone as calm and friendly as him do have bad days as well... I force this gentle smile on my face and look up to him:"Oh, well that's good.". "How so?" he finally looks back at me. This teasing grin comes up to my lips:"Well, it's nice to have someone in the same class who's as bad at potions as I am.". Remus lets out a soft chuckle and gives a light shove against my shoulder, which makes me let out small giggle. While the Gryffindor and I keep on walking side by side, and I tell him all about what happened at the previous Potions class, neither of us sees how a dark haired figure stands in the shadows in their green detailed robes, watching us getting further and further away by every step.

After talking to Remus, my spirit got lifted up, and I wasn't feeling as melancholy the rest of the classes. But... While walking towards the library after the classes, the realization hits that I haveto spend the next two hours with someone I wished not to see. And I bet he wished not to see me either. This is all so awkward. Too much has happened between me and the Slytherin, I can't even imagine what days will hold before us rest of our time here in Hogwarts. If he won't kill me first, that is... When I come to the library, Mr. Filch is already standing there, waiting for us to arrive. Without a word, he turns around and began to lead me to the detention. I get little bit taken aback by this:"Shouldn't we wait for..-", "He's already in there." the Caretaker mutters. Oh?