Severus Snape x Reader one shots

It was the night of the Halloween feast. Students were slowly streaming out of the great hall still laughing and chatting loudly, clearly buzzing with excitement from such a good night. You were no different. Having exited the great hall with your friends, still sipping on your spiked butterbeer. Fred and George had passed around a flask filled with something they said, “Guaranteed to have you absolutely hammered in no time.” Sure enough, it didn’t take long for you to lose yourself in the festivities.

After downing your first drink, you ended up dancing rather proactively on one of the tables. You only got down after Professor McGonagall took off an absurd number of house points. Plus, Fred had yanked you down to rejoin everyone. The night had ended way too soon for your liking. You were still very drunk and wanted to keep the night going. However, no one else seemed too keen on the idea. So here you were now, wandering the castle long after curfew, trying to work off the last bit of energy you possessed.

You had managed to wander down to the dungeons. It was quite the difficult task for you to not fall down the stairs in your current state. You weren’t sure what encouraged you to drag yourself to the dungeons at this moment. Perhaps you were subconsciously hoping to bump into your favorite professor. He loved to wander at night as well, and all too often had he caught you sneaking around the castle after curfew. Sometimes you did it on purpose, desperate for him to give you a detention so you could be close to him. It seems though that he had started to catch onto your excitement at being caught. These days you tended to spend your detentions cleaning something without magic as Filch supervised.

As you neared his office, you saw the unmistakable flickering of candlelight from the crack under the door. He was awake. Taking great care to make your footsteps heard, you passed by his door multiple times. Waiting, practically begging, for him to bust out of the door to assign you a detention. When he didn’t arrive, you pressed you ear against the door, hoping to catch the sound of his footsteps. Instead, you heard glass shattering and a shout of anger.

Without thinking, you pushed open the door and entered his office. Snape’s back was to you. He was hunched over his desk, fingers digging into the wood. Shards of glass scattered at his feet along with the things that were held within them. His shoulders were rising and falling quickly as if he were out of breath. Snape pulled his wand from his sleeve and shouted “Reparo” as he pointed the tip at one of the piles of glass. The pieces flew up onto the table and reformed themselves back into a goblet.

With his other hand, he reached over a grabbed an ornate crystal decanter filled with amber liquid and poured it into the repaired cup. His thin fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass and hastily brought it up so he could drink it. Without warning, you let out a loud hiccup. Your hands lazily flew to your mouth, but still being intoxicated they missed their target.

As soon as the sound left your lips, Snape spun around. His cold dark eyes bore into your glossy ones. “What. Are. You. Doing. In. Here.” His voice wavered. Obviously trying to keep his volume low, but a calm Snape was even scarier than a shouting one.

“m’ sorry.” You slurred. “Just saw the light on. Thought I’d come check it out.” Another series of hiccups punctuated your words.

“You thought you’d come check it out.” He mocked, still gripping the stem of the glass. “Miss L/N my office is not some corridor for you to wander into. You do not have permission to be in here now get out or it’ll be another detention.” He turned his back to you again and then downed the contents of his glass.

“Okay.” But instead of heading for the door, you stumbled over to a chair by the fireplace and seated yourself. You kicked off your shoes and propped them up on a nearby table, hands behind your head, “Detention it is.” You smirked.

His shoulders visibly tensed. Then he poured himself another drink and drank it just as fast. “I have no tolerance for your cheek tonight.” He turned to glare at you, but it softened when he saw how flushed you were. The effects of alcohol still burning through your body. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Just as much as you, Snape.” You said, a little too flirtatiously.

“Professor Snape.” He corrected you instantly.

“Yea whatever. Can I have a glass of whatever you’re drinking over there? I promise I won’t tell anyone.” You winked at him.

Snape was dumbfounded. Never had a student been so bold towards him. Though it couldn’t be too surprising given the state you were currently in. The logical part of his brain was screaming at him how bad of an idea it would be to do as you said, but he found himself pouring you a glass before he could worry about the implications. It was October 31^st, the anniversary of Lily’s death and you were a welcome distraction from his thoughts. An annoying distraction but a distraction, nonetheless.

“Thanks” you mumbled and brought the glass to your lips. It burned as it slid down your throat and warmed your body entirely. You hummed in pleasure as you finished it, holding it out for a refill. Surprisingly, Snape obliged.

This was truly dangerous territory. Here Snape was, in his office alone with a student, giving her alcohol. He should be sending you back to your dorm. Taking house points and assigning detentions for being out past curfew and drinking, but he didn’t. Here you both were, sitting in silence and sipping fire whiskey.

“So why were you smashing stuff?” Your filter was long gone, and you wanted answers.

“That’s none of your business.” He spoke through clenched teeth.

“Oh c’mon” you groaned. “Stop being such as tight ass. You already gave me whiskey. What’s a little secret sharing too?” You were on your feet now, walking towards him, in what you hoped was a sultry way. Snape backed up against his desk, determined to put distance between you.

“I think I should cut you off.” With a wave of his wand, your glass of whiskey vanished.

“Hey!” You huffed and mumbled, “Asshole.”

“What was that Miss L/N?” He stood up straighter and crossed his arms.

“I called you an Asshole!” Now it was your turn to turn your back to him. You made your way back over to your chair but before you could reach it, his hands spun you around and shoved you against the wall. His face inches from yours. His expression full of rage.

“Clearly, I’ve been too lenient with you F/N. You think you are special? You think we are friends, and you can speak to me like that? I am your professor. Nothing more.” He spat.

The words hurt more than you liked to admit. You had always had a crush on your potion’s professor. But hearing him say out loud that he was nothing more than your teacher, brought on a wave of emotions you used to fight. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

For a moment, Snape felt a twinge of regret. The words he spoke were harsh, but they were the truth. It was clear you thought you could get away with things others couldn’t, and that was probably because he usually let you. Times when he should have assigned you a detention but chose not to. Whenever you messed up in class, he never scolded you as he done with others. You had clearly mistaken his kindness for weakness and promptly decided to take advantage of it. All too often he caught you wandering the corridor after curfew, almost begging to be caught. Whenever he did catch you, you never appeared to be worried or fearful like other students did. You always seemed…almost giddy?  

Regret gone; he was now furious. This is what he gets for showing kindness to someone. He was only kind to you as he felt that you were one of the only students who seemed to take an actual interest in his lessons. Now he realized this was all so you could use him. Now here you were, on the day of her death of all days, to tease and gloat at him. He had been drinking to forget, but now with you here taunting him, he was reminded of his school days.

He stood staring at you, but it was difficult to focus on his expression as tears blurred your vision. How could you have been so stupid. Did you mistake his kindness for something more? Snape was always nicer to you than your peers. You thought that maybe it was because deep down, or at least hoped, it was because he harbored feelings for you. The same feelings you had for him. It was now obvious he didn’t return them. Even as you struggled to accept this, you couldn’t stop your heart from beating rapidly as he closed you in against the wall of his office. His angry puffs of breath, fanning your face smelled strongly of whiskey.

Your head was still fuzzy, judgment still very impaired from all the liquor you had consumed tonight. You kept imagining pressing your lips against his. After all, they were only mere inches from your own. The idea kept replaying itself in your head over and over, until eventually your body acted on its own accord.

Your hands moved up from where they were resting at your sides and entangled themselves in the hairs at the base of his neck. Then you pulled him towards you to smash your lips against his. Tears were still flowing down your cheeks as you kissed him desperately. You had dreamed about kissing him for years now, and now that it was happening you didn’t want it to stop.

Snape felt like someone had stunned him. He didn’t move at first when your lips came down upon his. Through the anger, he seemed to forget who was standing in front of him. He imagined it was Lily. He began to return the kiss, just as passionately as you were. His hands tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss.

When his tongue brushed against you bottom lip, you did not deny him access to explore your mouth. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. His left hand gripped your waist firmly, the other cupped your cheek.  Your hands remained at the base of his neck, keeping him close, hoping this moment of bliss would never end. You raised your hips off from the wall to meet his own. He groaned and started to pull away from the kiss. You both were panting. His eyes were closed in bliss as he seemed to reminisce in the taste of your lips. Slowly he opened them, but instead of being filled with lust as you had expected, they immediately filled with fear. His hand fell from your cheek, and he immediately pushed himself away from you. Leaving you against the wall and breathless.

“What. What’s wrong?” you panted. When you started to step towards him, he held out a hand. You stilled immediately.

Snape was disgusted with himself. He had gotten lost in the moment. He had just used you to satisfy a need he never go to fulfill. He had never felt so guilty. Turning his gaze away from the floor and back to you, the feeling only intensified. You looked so lost and hurt. With your wide eyes and swollen lips. How did he let this happen? At the time he had enjoyed it, but only because he was picturing…her. He was imagining you were Lily. Now, looking at you with tears threatening to fall, he regretted every second. You weren’t Lily. He didn’t care about you, but now he had given you false hope that he may have.

“That.” He paused, then looked you straight in your eyes. “Can never happen again.”

You went to open your mouth to argue but he cut you off. “I mean it. It was a mistake. A stupid one. I should have never let it happen.”

You felt your heart shatter in a million pieces. A mistake? That didn’t feel like a mistake. He was the one who stuck his tongue in your mouth! Now he wants to call it a mistake. You felt used. You wanted to yell at him, shout, cuss, and call him every name you could think of. Longed to pull out your wand and hit him with the worse hex you could imagine. Yet you remained immobile, a lump in your throat, face burning with rage and embarrassment.

You refused to let him see you cry anymore. Shoving him out of the way you made your way to the door of his office. Your feet felt as heavy as your heart. As you threw open the door, he called out to you.

“Miss L/N!”

In a brief moment of hope, you turned around convinced he had changed his mind. Begged silently that he would run across the room to kiss you again. To confess he felt the same as you did.

“Let us not…tell anyone what happened here tonight. Okay?” He shifted his weight from side to side, eyes focusing on the flames dancing within the fireplace.

“Unbelievable.” You sobbed. Then rushed out of his office, slamming the door behind you. The sound of shattering glass ringing in your ears as you ran back to your dormitory.

As the door rattled the walls of his office, Snape sank to the floor in front of his desk. He hugged his knees to his chest and buried his head in his lap. Thousands of emotions were running through his head all at once. Regret, fear, and most of all shame. He regretted kissing you and was terrified you were running to Dumbledore’s office to give him a play by play of tonight’s events. The shame was overpowering all other feelings. He had enjoyed the kiss far too much for his liking. Perhaps he was just touch starved and lonely, but even now he longed to kiss you again.

He knew this was the liquor talking, but he couldn’t deny that he wished he had indulged in the feeling for a few more moments. The feeling of being wanted, even if it was by someone he didn’t want. Without standing up, Snape reached up to his desk and pulled down the decanter of whiskey and drank from it directly.  

“I’m pathetic.” He choked out in-between sips of whiskey. “Willing to touch a student cause I miss a girl who never loved me.” He rolled his eyes and slammed his head back against the desk.

‘Perhaps I should go find L/N’ he thought. He missed your taunting now that he was alone. He would much rather argue with you than deal with his inner demons tonight. Taking a hearty swig of the whiskey, he let out a satisfied sigh. Almost as if the heavens had answered his prayers, the door creaked back open. You stepped back inside his office. You had forgotten your shoes but seeing the state of him concerned you.

Snape was sprawled out on the floor. The glass bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand. His eyes were glossy and bloodshot. You rushed over to him, worried he had fallen or hurt himself. You dropped to your knees next to him. His head lulled over, a dazed look on his pale face.

“Professor!” You whisper-shouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Are you ok?”

His lips were parted ever so slightly. He spoke barely above a whisper, “Stay. Please.” His free hand clutched the fabric from your costume.

“Sure. Of course.” You readjusted yourself so you were sitting down next to him. To your surprise, Snape lowered himself to lay his head down on your lap. The inky black strands of his hair tickling the exposed bits of your thighs. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to ignore your accelerating heartbeat.

He knew it was wrong. He was technically using you, and he would come to regret it in the morning after he sobered up. Just right now he needed to feel something, anything, besides heartbroken. So, he allowed himself to relax in your presence. Allowed himself to feel a little love. Love he desperately needed.