The Healer // Severus Snape Love Story

8

I glance at the clock which reads 11:02pm. I sigh as I shove the blanket aside, letting my feet touch the cool, wood floor.

I groggily walk to the door, throw some fuzzy pink slippers on and grab my black, silk night robe with pretty lace trim and throw it over my shoulder, loosely tying it around my waist.

I let out a yawn as I make my way down the dark corridor. I turn and head down the cement stairs to the dungeon. I find myself at the potions classroom door which is cracked open slightly, letting a small sliver of light seep into the dark dungeon hallway.

I guess I'm really doing this ..

I place my palm flat against the door but before I open it up I hear a voice break the still silence.

"Bloody hell, what was that for you insufferable nuisance"

I slowly push the door half way open to see Professor Snape holding his finger as if something poked or bit him. I watch Snape attempt to return to marking paper as I hear an all to familiar squawk.

Magna stands on his desk bouncing around amounts the papers and potion bottles.

"How did you even get in here you tiny pest" Snape says petting Magnas head with his finger.

"You know the only reason I haven't squashed you is because I would get hexed to oblivion if I killed Dumbledores daughters pet.."

Magna hoots cheerily, continuing to pester Snape. He begins pecking at his hand as he tries to write. Snake flicks him away lightly a couple of times before Magna comes back and grabs the quill in his beak. Snape loses his grip and Magna hops off his desk and flies onto a tall bookshelf on the far end of the room.

"You insolent little.."

"Magna !" I half shout half laugh, pushing the door open, "give me that" I say sternly as I walk over to him with my hand open flat.

Magna drops the quill in my hand and I turn to Snape. "I'm sorry about him" 

"To what do I owe the pleasure at this hour?" He questions, half sarcastically sitting back in his chair now with his hands clasped in front of his chest.

"Um well.." I begin, as I walk towards his desk, quill in hand. Suddenly, under Professor Snapes gaze I become overly self aware of my every move. I realize that in my groggy sleepiness I left my room in my silk night wear and only a pair of underwear beneath.. Damnit, I'm such a tired idiot. I'm basically half naked under this pathetic excuse for fabric, I chastise myself in my head. Okay stay calm maybe he won't notice. As I slowly make my way to the desk, Snapes gaze falls down my body and back up, hesitating momentarily at my chest before back to my eyes. Shit.

"I was um, wondering if you had any potion that might help me sleep.." I continue as I reach the front of his desk.  "I haven't slept in weeks.." I say placing the quill on his table top.

"Not enjoying your stay at Hogwarts?" He questions.

"No I love it here, it's just.." I start, wondering if I should tell him I've been having nightmares. Merlin, he's gonna think I'm a damn child.. cant even handle nightmares.

My nerves crash and I begin to second guess my decision on coming here "On second thought I think I'm okay actually.." I lie as I turn around and slowly make my way back to the door. From behind my back, I hear him stand up from his chair.

"Reselda.." he sighs. I stop in my tracks and turn around.

"I suppose I can obtain and relinquish a potion to help you sleep"

"That would be lovely.." I say quietly, looking down at my slippers.

He sighs and turns to a small room and begins rummaging through the contents before emerging with a small corked bottle.

"One drop of this a night, and you should be able to sleep.." he drawls in his velvet like voice.

"Thank you so much.." I say as my eyes wonder to the stack of papers on his desk. "I'll help you" I perk up.

"I don't need help" he says coldly, sitting back down in front of the papers.

"Sure you do" I smile, already dragging a chair over to the side of him.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping if you haven't in weeks?" He sardonically asks.

"What's one more late night ? I'm not taking no for an answer." I beam, my 'radiance', or so what Madame Pomfrey called it, beginning to creep back into me. I grab the answer key from across the desk and a stack of paper and begin marking.

He lets out an exasperated low sigh. "Pesky girl.." he mutters.

"Reclusive wizard" I shoot back with my eyes down and a smirk plastered firmly across my lips.

***

Why she insisted on helping me grade papers is beyond my comprehension. I can't help but wonder why a girl like her would want to be hanging around me on a Friday night.

I hate to admit it but I really am swamped. Without her I don't know if I would have gotten to sleep at all tonight..

I can't help but look over at her. The way she looks at the paper with her brows slightly furrowed in determination. I was very surprised when I saw her standing in my classroom at such a late hour. She looked so tired and almost like she had been crying .. if it were anyone else I wouldn't have given her the potion. But I just couldn't say no..

Her black robe slides down her shoulder, without her noticing, revealing her soft porcelain like skin. My eyes trail down to her smooth legs, I imagine my hand sliding across her skin towards her inner thigh..

Merlin get yourself together Severus, she's just an annoying girl. I shake my head and continue back to my work, trying to rid the twinge of arousal.

Beautifully annoying. I let out a sigh.. I don't think I'll be getting anymore work done with her here.

"Why are you still here?" I ask flatly

"Well.." she puts her quill down. "I owed you, you know, for helping me avoid Lockhart and giving me the potion. So I thought I'd help.. see we're almost done" she motions to the last few papers.

"I didn't need help" I grumble, the mere though of Lockhart's face puts me off.

"Oh shush you, you'd be up all night if it were for me" she smiles proudly.

"Well aren't you suddenly confident" I challenge, looking down at the paper.

"And your sour as ever" she lightly laughs.

Even her laugh is perfect.

"Magna.." She looks me in the eyes and whistles softly. I look at her in confusion. Suddenly the little owl flies from the bookshelf and begins attacking my hand with his little sharp beak.

"Ouch, you little.." before I can finish he takes my quill again and flies up to the roof where he rests up in the rafters with the grey feather hanging from his mouth. He mockingly hoots down at me.

"Siccing your little hummingbird on me now?" I question the girl, half amused, as she chuckles adorably, throwing her blonde hair over her shoulder. Her light blues sparkle in the dim light as her laughing subsides. Radiance is almost an understatement.

"Well.." she finally stops laughing. "I'm gonna go to bed I suppose. Surely you can handle the last few." she says neatly piling the finished papers in a stack on the desktop.

"Thanks again.. Night Professor" she smiles, leaning over placing her quill in front of me and kisses me on the cheek lightly.

I sit silent, even more conflicted then ever as I watch her walk out..