Harry potter one shot/(requests are OPENED)

For Me?(S.S)

Request:Ok I have the sweetest idea! Can you please write severus with a female reader who is just fascinated with his long hair and asks to style it for him, nothing crazy but you know bows like lucius or braids

Warning: None, just pure fluff

Words Count: 1000+

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In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where shadows danced in the flickering candlelight, Y/N flitted through the halls like a vibrant breath of fresh air. As the Herbology professor, she was well-versed in nurturing both plants and the students who so often found themselves enchanted by her passion. However, it was not just her lessons that captured the attention of those around her; it was the way she lit up at the mere mention of Severus Snape, the brooding Potions Master with a heart as deep as the dungeons he called home.

Severus, with his raven-black hair that cascaded like a dark waterfall, was a source of quiet intrigue. Though he preferred solitude, he found solace in Y/N's company. Her laughter echoed like music, warming the cold stone walls of the castle. But there was one aspect of Severus that Y/N simply could not resist—his hair. To her, it was not merely an accessory but a canvas, a tapestry waiting for her gentle hands to weave magic into it.

"Severus, please," Y/N implored one evening, her eyes sparkling with mischief as they lounged in the cozy confines of their shared place. A fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow that illuminated her face, highlighting the way her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Just let me style it once! I promise you'll love it."

Severus raised an eyebrow, his usual expression of stoic annoyance morphing into mild amusement. "I do not believe that would be appropriate, Y/N," he replied, his voice low and measured, though there was an undeniable softness to his tone. "My hair is not a toy for your amusement."

With a dramatic pout that could rival even the most skilled of performers, Y/N crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out in a way that made her look irresistibly adorable. "But it would be so much fun! And you have such beautiful hair! It deserves to be styled, not left to hang limply like a neglected broom."

Severus fought to suppress a smile, the corners of his mouth betraying him. She had a way of disarming him, of stripping away his defenses with her infectious enthusiasm. "It is merely hair," he muttered, attempting to maintain his facade of indifference.

"But it's your hair," she insisted, her voice rising slightly in excitement. "It has character! Just think of the potential!"

He sighed, knowing full well that her stubbornness would not easily be swayed. "Y/N," he began, a hint of exasperation creeping into his tone, "I hardly see how this is—"

"Just once!" she interrupted, leaning closer, her eyes wide and pleading. "For me?"

For a moment, the world outside their bubble faded away. Severus felt the weight of her gaze on him, filled with an earnestness that tugged at something deep within his chest. He took a breath, allowing himself to be swept up in the moment. "Fine," he relented, the word escaping his lips almost against his will. "But only for a moment."

Y/N's face lit up with unrestrained joy, and in that instant, all of Severus's reservations melted away like snow beneath the sun. He could not deny her anything when she looked at him like that.

"Yay!" she squealed, her voice a melody of delight. She quickly ushered him to a nearby chair, her hands moving with purpose as she began to untangle the strands of his hair. As her fingers slipped through the silky locks, Severus felt a strange mixture of vulnerability and warmth. He was accustomed to being the one in control, yet here he was, yielding to her playful whims.

"Your hair is so soft," she remarked, a hint of awe in her voice. "Have you been using that conditioning potion I recommended?"

"Perhaps," he replied, feigning nonchalance even as he felt his heart rate quicken at her touch. The way she concentrated, her brows slightly furrowed, made her even more endearing. He watched as she sectioned his hair, her movements precise and graceful.

"Now, let's see," she murmured to herself, her focus unwavering. "A braid? A twist? No... I know!" With a burst of inspiration, she began to weave his hair into intricate patterns, her fingers dancing like a skilled artist. Severus felt a surge of warmth at her dedication, each tug and pull both comforting and invigorating.

As she worked, they exchanged soft, teasing banter, laughter spilling from their lips like the most precious potion. Y/N's enthusiasm was contagious, and soon even Severus found himself enjoying the process. She recounted tales of her students' antics in the greenhouse, her expressive gestures painting vivid images that made him chuckle despite himself.

"I've decided this is the look you should adopt," Y/N announced triumphantly, securing the final braid with a delicate ribbon. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Severus caught his reflection in the nearest mirror, and for the first time, he saw something different—something that spoke of connection, of warmth, and of a world beyond the cold, dark potions and brewing shadows that had long defined him. "It appears I have been transformed into a woodland sprite," he remarked dryly, but the corners of his mouth betrayed the fondness he felt.

Y/N clapped her hands, bouncing on her heels. "You look incredible! I can't believe you ever doubted this." She stepped forward, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she leaned in, eyes softening. "I love seeing this side of you."

In that moment, the air crackled with an unspoken truth. Severus felt an overwhelming swell of affection for her—how she brought light into his otherwise somber existence. Her laughter filled the silence he had grown so accustomed to, and he couldn't help but admire the way her passion made even the darkest corners of the castle feel alive.

"Perhaps," he began, the words feeling foreign yet exhilarating on his tongue, "I could tolerate such transformations more often, provided it remains... just between us."

Y/N beamed, her joy radiant and uncontained. "Deal! But next time, I'm trying out a crown braid!"

As she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, Severus felt the weight of his walls crumbling further. In her presence, he was not merely the Potions Master; he was something more—something hopeful, something cherished. Together, they sat in the soft glow of the firelight, a tangle of hair and heart, weaving a bond that transcended the very magic of the world around them.