Trust me, Professor (Severus Snape x OC)

48 • Cinnamon

A/N: I hope you enjoy some Luna in this chapter. Tell me, what is your favourite Luna-line from the books/movies?

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Luna's voice jolted me out of sleep like a stinging hex to the face. My eyes flew open, heart pounding as I bolted upright in bed. For one short moment I'd thought I imagined it — dreamed it, maybe, but then I heard her again. It was her unmistakable singsong voice that drifted from the other side of the flat.

«Leonie, are you awake?»

My mind began reeling in an instant. Next to me, Severus stirred, letting out a low irritated groan and tightened his grip around me.

«Severus», I hissed in a whisper.

«Who in Merlin's name is it?», his voice was a gravelly murmur, still thick with sleep. His dark hair splayed messily over the pillow. A sight I would have preferred to spend a moment relishing in.

I pressed a finger to his lips, «shhh».

I scrambled out of bed, my foot catching on the edge of the duvet as I tumbled onto the floor with a muffled thud. Severus shot up, glaring at me as though my idea of getting out of bed had been nothing but foolish. «What are you up to?», he asked, a line that, honestly, sent me straight back to school.

«Quiet, it's Luna», I hissed and got to my feet, yanking one of my robes off the chair next to my vanity. I covered myself, «stay here», I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but still sounded panicked in the silence of the room.

Severus only scowled, falling back into the pillow with a heavy sigh. «What does she want?», he whispered.

«I don't know», I threw my hands in the air, «she does this sometimes. She just... shows up. Though it's been years».

Again I heard her. She was rummaging. Moving things. Rattling with mugs and spoons. «Leonie? You're out of cinnamon. Or have you rearranged things?», she called out.

«Wonderful», Snape muttered darkly, running a hand through his messy hair. «Precisely how I wanted to start my morning».

Heat flooded to my cheeks. «Stay here», I whispered sharply to Snape, who raised a single skeptical eyebrow, but thankfully didn't argue.

The hall was bathed in gentle hues of the early morning sun. «Good morning, Leonie», Luna chirped as I entered the kitchen with my bedhead and bare feet.

My sister's voice was light and dreamlike, as if she'd floated here instead of walked. She stood there, next to the already boiling kettle, wearing what looked like a coat sewn together from scraps of fabric. Her hair fell in soft silvery white waves over her shoulders. «I still think muggles so clever for making this, are you sure there is no tiny creature inside this, doing all the work?», she asked, her eyes sparkling with childlike wonder.

«Luna, what are you doing here?», I asked, clearing my throat awkwardly as I tried to flatten out my messy hair.

«Visiting, of course. I had the most fascinating dream about dirigible plums, and thought of you. Perhaps we could make a plum puff pastry tart? It has been ages since I popped by, hasn't it?», she said, blinking at me, completely unbothered by the sleepy snarl in my tone.

«Ages», I muttered, my mind rushing to come up with the best story behind who was currently naked in my bed — and why.

Luna poured her cup once the water had boiled, already having found a bag of apple and cinnamon tea. «I just really adore cinnamon. I thought we'd put some in the tart, wouldn't that be lovely? Did you move it, or are you out? I could summon some for you, if you'd like? Or would you do it yourself, maybe? I did see your wand in the hall just now. Are you using it again?».