In the shadowy halls of Hogwarts, where the scent of potions lingers and the whispers of students fill the air, Severus Snape, the brooding, sharp-witted Slytherin, keeps to the dark corners of the castle. Yet, one person dares to step into his world, Y/N Malfoy, the unexpected Hufflepuff. A student of quiet strength and delicate grace, Y/N is as much a puzzle to Severus as he is to her. She's a Malfoy by name, but her heart lies among the blooms of Hogwarts' gardens, where she's known for her kindness and resilience, unlike the cold reputation of her family. Ranks * 1 in #grumpyxsunshine * 1 in #Potions * 4 in #Severus * 8 in #Hufflepuff

Matches: Why We Burned Out // SHORT STORY (20 CHAPTERS) // QUICK UPDATES He lights another match and waits for it to burn down a little. "This is the perfect match. It's doing great, right? Burning and stuff. It's wonderful. But even the perfect match," he waits for the fire to consume the wood completely and disappear into ashes, "has to burn out. I think that works with people too. There's always going to be one day where things just stop functioning, and there's nothing we can do about it. And it's nobody's fault but time's. We were the perfect match. We didn't have the perfect timing." WARNING: THIS IS A VERY SAD STORY. LIKE, INSANELY SAD.

"Never Say GoodBye Because Goodbye means Going Away And Going away, Means Forgetting" ~Peter Pan (Authors Note: This story was written in 2014 when I was around 13-14 years old. Sorry about the style of writing. I didn't really know what I was doing. Enjoy!)

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"