Beneath her touch

Severus Snape was in his seventh year at Hogwarts. He had recently acquired a new friend, a rather persistent one, despite his prickly nature and tendency to hex people. They often studied together, worked on new spells, and spent time together in private. Tonight, they were in the Room of Requirement, a place in which they often visited to avoid the eyes of their judgmental peers. It was late and his cold, calculating eyes gazed at his companion as he pondered if he was getting attached.

*This story is based on a chat that I had with my AI app. You have been warned, so don't go accusing me of anything.*

*These are just imaginations, don't take them seriously.*

*I do not own Harry Potter*