A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

Vulture

Thunderstorm. A great, swelling tempest that had no begining. And no end. It just rumbled. His footsteps were lightning and thunder was deafening in his ears and in one of those rare moments. He truly. Felt like crying.

His life was built on nothing but secrets and stress. Created by both sides. There was no good or evil in his eyes. Simply people who wish to use him to further there agenda. And Dumbledore... Was truly death incarnate. And Severus was completely enveloped by his icy grasp.

To the point where the laughter of the children down the corredors and up the stares in the courtyard above infuriated him so much. Something had to be done about it. Who gave them the right to be happy when he was in such torment. Who gave them the right to smile in the sunshine when the world was quite literally burning under their feet. Who gave them the right to feel joy, love, hope, completion when he never had a glimpse of such wonders. Who gave them the right to feel anything other than the thunderstorm that threatened to swallow him right up and leave nothing but shadows of his miserable life.

And then there she was. The sun breaking through the storm. Just enough to quiet him mid yell. Just enough to stop him in his tracks. Just enough to ease his heart just a little bit. And for a moment. No matter how fleeting it was. Like the butterfly that flew in jagged formations around her head. Creating a Halo that would never stay but for the blink of an eye. He understood.

"Hello there darling. We were just discussing Cap's!" Viola grinned from ear to ear as she held up the small, sentient mushroom looking creature. A Herbology and Magizoolology wonder. Often responsible for fairy rings that suddenly appear over night. It danced in her palms before jumping off and running away. The children around her laughed and ran to chase it. Leaving Viola and Severus awkwardly staring at eachother.

After a moment. Viola patted an empty spot on the blanket she was sitting on. And Severus. Thought deeply about if he was going to move towards her. Or turn around. On the one hand. Turning around would mean he could go back to his work. He could think about what to do with.. her... And he could continue mulling over the files.

But.. on the other hand. He would be next to her. And he found himself once again... Wanting... Wanting things he could not have. Wanting things normal people felt every day. Wanting things. Like hope. Like joy. Like.

He sat. Criss cross like a child. Just far enough away from her to not seem improper. But not close enough. The blanket was rough. And corse. Like it was dragged from the couch in the Gryffendor common room. The silence was just as uncomfortable as the blanket. But though his face was looking dead pan at the stone wall infront of him. His eyes moved to look at her.

She was sitting slightly on her knees. Her legs stretched out to her side facing away from him. Her face turned as she watched the children. And she was smiling. God's... How could something so... Well he wasn't quite sure how to describe her... But how could someone have such a radient smile. It was as if she had never known pain. Never known sorrow. Never known the thunderstorms that threatened to consume ones soul. But yet. She has, hasn't she? No one..not a soul. Came to be where she or he was in life. Without knowing an imaginable amount of pain.

Her hand was on his. Her hand was carelessly on his. Her thumb making circles on the top of his palm. It was the most normal sensation. Even if it was something he had never felt. And it was instantly warm. The joy she felt somehow, melting onto his skin.

Her body leaned on his. There was weight. The tiniest amount. But there it was. Taking sollice and finding comfort in molding with his form. Tensing as he felt her... No she couldn't be. He looked down. Yes she definitely was.

Viola nuzzled her tall and ominous companion. Her head moving slowly up and down his arm as she leaned into him. Her hand on his for support. She knew this was new.for him. She knew this was most likely making him very uncomfortable. And yet. She knew he liked it. She didn't do anything more than this. Small little gestures. Small little acts of love. Small little acts of kindness.

Severus turned his head to look down at her. Two roads once again laying before him. He could stand abruptly. The force of such would rip her hand away and leave her leaning on air. Almost surly allowing her to fall on the itchy and uncomfortable blanket below them. Probably also offending her so. Perhaps even brining out some sort of, secret personality he hoped he was hiding. Something to give him some sort of clue she was not at all what she seemed to be.

And the other road. The one where he, accepted the affection. Knowing not only would it make her happy and let him bask in her heavenly glow for just a little bit longer. The road where he would. Slowly. And in a way almost hide the fact that he was doing so. For fear of rebuttal. Lean his head down. And place thin lips on the top of her head. As he kissed her ever so slightly.

And Viola was. Undoubtedly suprised by the feeling. But it also felt like the largest of victories. Here was this straight line, feared man. Who's reputation, as the children were saying, definantly precives him. Kissing her head like a love struck school boy who hasn't the slightest clue what to do in these situations. But for a moment. She felt him, relax. And as quickly as he started to ease into whatever this was. It was gone.

She would have loved to stay like this forever. But she felt his head jolt up. And he grow tense once again. And Viola looked up at him. Slowly turning her head and eyes to see where he was looking. Students have gathered by the windows. Looking out but acting as though they weren't. Ahhh. Of course. This would be a rather odd to them. The older ones, probably never saw any side of the man she called husband other than the one that made him so feared.

She squeezed his hand once. Which sent him spiralling back into reality. He hated it. He wanted to sit here forever. Undisturbed. Enjoying some of the little comforts she was so graciously giving him. But the eyes. There were so many. And he could hear their whispers and they were deafening. Why. Why did everything have to be spoiled. Why was he constantly reminded that he couldn't have these things. Real. Or fake.

He stood. Grabbing her hand and pulling her up. Viola cried out softly in suprise. Stumbling to her feet. Only to be whisked away. Her hand painfully enveloped by her husbands. Being pulled across the lawn. Down the hall. Across the corredor. Descending the stairs into the darkness. And into his office. Where the door shut behind her just quick enough to brace her back as Severus swooped in on her like a vulture.

And Viola couldn't breath. Not that she wanted to. Or that she knew she couldn't. Beacuse she was being kissed. Truly kissed. Violently kissed. Like they were both poisoned and this was the only cure in the entire magical world. It was a hungry kiss by two beings that suddenly realized just how starved they truly were. It was one that began with his hands on her face, keeping her still. Worried beyond rational that she would somehow wither into dust and he had to make sure she wouldn't. To one where they both moved. Her hands wrapping around his neck as best she could. Fingers entwining with onyx hair with the patterns and precision of one who making a weaved daisy crown. And his hands, instead of roughly grabbing at her face. Eased up, cupping it instead. Now afriad he was going to break her. As if finally realizing once more how delicate she was. How incredibly fragile. And he wished so desperately to keep her right where she was. In his office. Under the protection of his form.

And then he pulled back.