Secrets of a Broken Heart | A Snape x reader lemon series

Christmas Meeting

"Welcome darlin, what can I get ya?" I smiled at the wizard across the bar. The raggedly old gimp smiled a toothless smile at me and ordered another butter beer. You never knew what sort of patrons you would get at the Three Broomsticks and Madam Rosmerta catered to them all. And this weekend, Hogwarts students were coming into town right about....now.

The first wave of Hogwarts students came in, wrapped up in cloaks and mittens against the snow. I called for Rosmerta to come up front and help me.

"Aunt Rose, I really could use your help." I hollered towards the back of the pub, where my aunt had been chopping up onions for stew. With a colorful swearing, Rosmerta appeared, eyes watering slightly. She looked like she was about to berate me for yelling at her, but when she saw the students, her flawless customer service smile spread across her visage.

"Well, (Y/n) dear, it seems like it's a good day for business." She said, and started taking orders like a solider diving into battle.

Three exhausting hours later, and I was able to take a short break. I slipped into the back, where a mirror hung on the unpainted wood wall. I smoothed back my (H/L) (H/C) hair until it looked acceptable and touched up my eyeliner. Then I took a look at my appearance. My long black dress hugged my curves, and my low cut neckline showed pale flesh adored with an onyx pendant. When I didn't look like a mental patient anymore, I threw my black cloak over my shoulders and stepped outside the backdoor for a bit of fresh air.

Cold air hit me like a fist as I shut the door behind me. It was almost Christmas and it was bound to be a white one. The late afternoon sunshine had melted what snow there was, but now that the sun had started to go down, it had refrozen. I tread carefully, picking my way around icy sheets.

A group of rowdy kids suddenly ran past, causing me to lose my footing and I started to fall. My eyes screwed themselves shut, waiting for the pain. But a pair of strong arms caught me before I could hit the ground. My eyes snapped back open, looking up at whoever had saved me. It was Severus Snape, the potions teacher at Hogwarts and Head of the Slytherin House.

"Oh!" I gasped, blushing as I consciously was aware of his hands on my waist. The professor helped me back to my feet, all the while scowling.

"Idiots." He muttered darkly.

"Pardon?" I said, my own (E/C) eyes looking up into his dark ones. 

Snape scowled down at me, "Those students were idiots. I will have words with their heads of houses." 

"Oh...well, thank you." I said, still unsure. Professor Snape was almost twice my age, but still very good looking, in a dark brooding way. He gave a slight bow and turned briskly on his heel, walking away. I stared after him, still able to feel where his hands had been. Sighing, I turned around to go back inside, thinking that was that. 

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Time skip to Christmas Day

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Aunt Rosmerta had given me Christmas day off to do whatever I wanted. So I decided to send an owl to my parents back in the States. I trudged through the ankle deep snow, humming a Christmas tune to myself. But just as I was about to turn the corner towards the post office, I noticed a tall, dark haired man. Professor Snape. 

"Professor!" I called out, waving to him. Snape looked up, confusion written all over his face. 

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asked, semi-politely. 

"I'm the one you saved from slipping a few days ago." I explained, wrapping my cloak tighter around my shivering body, "I was wondering if I could buy you a butter beer. It's the least I can do since you saved me from breaking something. Aunt Rosmerta wouldn't know what to do if I couldn't help around the pub."

"Rosmerta has a niece?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

I smiled up at him, "Yes. I'm her sister's daughter from the States."

Snape looked around at the nearly empty street before saying, "Well, it is cold and a butter beer does sound nice. Shall we get out of this cold, Miss...."

"(Y/N)." I said.

"Miss (Y/N)." Snape finished, offering me his arm. I took it, and he tucked me close so that my hand was pinned between his arm and body. I blushed just as hard as when he had caught me. We walked in silence towards the pub.

The overhead bell chimed as we walked arm in arm through the door. Aunt Rosmerta gave us and incredulous look as she wiped down the bar. I shrugged at her as Snape led us over to a corner table. My aunt wordlessly brought over two butter beers and gave me a 'I'll speak to you about this later' look before going back to wiping down tables. 

"What brought you from the States?" Snape asked, bringing me back to the situation at hand. 

"Just needed a change of scenery." I said, sipping my butter beer, "What's it like teaching at Hogwarts?" I winced slightly, hoping he didn't notice the blatant change of topic. Snape raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything about it. 

"It's an adequate job, save for the students." He took the bait like a gentleman. I nodded, interested. I hadn't gone to Hogwarts, but of course had heard it's legends and read Hogwarts, A History several times. 

Snape and I sat chatting about his work at the school and my work here at the pub. Several hours slipped by without us realizing it. But as the sun was starting to set, Snape made his excuses to go back up to the school. 

"It was nice to talk to you." Snape said, shaking my hand.

I smiled slightly at him, "You as well, professor. Please stop by anytime for a drink."

"Please," He gave a small grim grin in return, "Call me Severus, and I will take you up on that offer. Have a Merry Christmas, Miss (Y/N). It was a pleasure to spend this holiday with you."

I watched his retreating form go out the door and down the street until he had disappeared out of sight. I was so caught up in staring, I didn't notice Aunt Rosmerta standing near me. 

"We need to talk." She said flatly.