"Poison is just a matter of perspective," a voice murmured from the shadows. "And beauty-" a hand brushed against a petal, and it curled, darkening to a bruised purple, "-is the deadliest trap of all." She smiled. After all, she had always known. This garden did not belong to the flowers. It belonged to the fangs. -Narcissa Malfoy / Severus Snape Daughter FF- (HP 5 -7) Rankings: #333 dumbledore #936 slytherin #433 snape #178 deatheaters

STORY CONTAINS HEAVY SMUT (I'm in the middle of editing this to completion.) This is the story of 17 yr old Y/N falls for her Potions Professor. It took her completely by surprise. She found a person who finally made her feel worthy of being loved. They see the darkness that is in each of them and they find comfort there together. Two lost souls cling to each other in a world admist chaos and uncertainty. Content Warning: Dominance, Control, Smut, Mental Health, Heavy Smut Warning