Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Young Severus Snape Imagine

Young Severus Snape Imagine

Note: First off, it's nice to be back :)

Second off, if anyone judges me for this I swear to the flying spaghetti monster I'll be really upset and start to doubt myself as a writer.

Third, let's clear up the fact that I'm giving you an OOC Severus Snape and I'm doing that without regret by calling him 'young' and making the setting of this before Harry was even conceived. Ten points to me for this innovative thinking.

Fourth and finally, you are a landlady in this gem.

Warnings: Rated R. Not for smut, but for cursing and crafty PG-13 sex stuff.

Young Severus Snape Imagine

It all started with a chore, for both of them. Y/n was a respectable young woman, who ran a respectable apothecary for both muggles and magicals. Above the shop, there were three apartments, all of which she owned. One she lived in, Severus knew as much. One he lived in, obviously, and the use of the third was undefined.

Severus liked living where he did well enough--it was usually quiet, well decorated, reasonably priced. Y/n liked her life well enough--quiet, calm, respectable and comfortable. The only thing either of them could really love about their lives was each other.

The chore that started it for Severus was paying his rent at the end of the month. The chore that started it for Y/n was collecting rent from her abrasive tenant.

Her and Severus never really minded each other--occasionally he'd make a snide remark, and sometimes she'd tap her foot impatiently when he kept her in his door frame for too long. But he was punctual about paying, and she was very good at keeping the house in pristine condition, so neither of them had a reason to dislike one another. Besides, each found the other attractive from the start, and as we all know--we tend to be a bit kinder to those who please our eyes.

The relationship expanded from professional to personal when Severus came home for the summer, after his first year of teaching potions at Hogwarts. He was only twenty-three, and being away from his own space for so long had taken a toll on him, as he'd foolishly decided to stay at the school for winter holiday. He had received a small package of hand-baked brownies and a cheery christmas card from Y/n L/n, his landlord, which had proved oddly comforting. He hated the fact that it made him feel more comfortable being away from what he knew familiarly, and even if he'd walked the halls of Hogwarts for years, the small chocolate squares reminded him of living alone aside from visits from his landlady.

He decided, when he got back, that he would have to repay her lest her good will hang over his head for years to come. So, he invited her over to his place for dinner. It was the least he could do.

She brought a thick red Cabernet and herself in a modest yet flattering (Favorite Color) dress. He burnt a feast that honestly wouldn't have been that good properly cooked, and she dragged him over to her flat so that she could make him dinner.

Sitting on her plush couch, gripping his wine glass tightly, he mentally cursed his own incompetence.

"You know, I wouldn't worry about it too much. My mother taught me how to cook, and then my father made me cook for him often. Be glad you didn't have to make thanksgiving dinners alone." She laughed from the Kitchen. Curious, he stood from the couch and moved to sit at the bar that overlooked the kitchen. She was making pasta.

"Thanksgiving? Next you'll tell me you celebrated a muggle christmas."

"Oh, I did. I'm a muggle-born."