Severus Snape x Reader one shots

“We aren’t even two days back from break and I already feel like I’m going to fail all my classes! I need another holiday.”

Your friend had slumped down into their chair over a pile of propped open books.

“Maybe don’t leave everything to the last-minute next time?” You suggested. You were barely listening as you were flipping through your own textbook, trying to get ahead of the curve for end of year exams.

“Perhaps I’ll pay that Snape kid to do my potions work. You know Callie Sutton, your roommate? She said he got her an A for only 3 galleons.”

You lifted your head from your books to glare at your friend. They were always trying to take the easy way out. To be fair, you aided them with this quite frequently by offering up your homework for them to copy whenever they wanted. Now that you were in different classes, copying was impossible. “Blake, why don’t you do your own homework and leave Severus alone.”

“You’re on a first name basis with Snape? Could you ask him to do my assignment? Maybe he’ll give you a discount.” Blake started shuffling through their papers and books until they found the one with the assignment on it. “Here ask him how much for this.”

“Blake I’m not going to bother-”

“Please Y/N.” They jutted out their bottom lip and gave you their best puppy dog eyes. “I’ll owe you bigtime.”

You thought it over for a minute. It would give you an excuse to speak to Severus, which you had been dying to do since he shared with you the new spell he created. You loved to pick at his mind, but didn’t get to very often since you both ran in different circles. You sighed and nodded your head half-heartedly.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you Y/N.” Your friend embraced you in a bone-crushing hug.

“That’s enough. Really.” You pushed them away and rubbed your shoulders. “You should’ve been sorted into Slytherin ya know that?”

Blake smirked and ruffled your hair. “Probably, but I’m a proper Hufflepuff just like you. By the way, how do you know Snape? You guys are like polar opposites.”

A small blush crept its way across your cheeks. “We’re both in the slug club.”

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Severus was a hard person to track down. He didn’t leave the dungeons very often and you hardly found yourself down there. Finally, on a Thursday afternoon you spotted him in the library. Sat alone and scribbling stuff down onto some parchment.

“Severus?” You approached the table and sat across from him, stuffing your hands in your lap.

He glanced up at you then returned to his writing without a word. “Um, Severus?”

“Go ahead L/N.”

“I’m really sorry to bother you when you look so busy, but I was wondering if you could help me with something?” You unfolded the assignment Blake had given you and slid it across the table. Severus straightened up, set down his quill, and took up the paper. He read over it for a moment, flickering his eyes between you and the paper.

“H-How much would something like this cost?” You had started to chew on your lip nervously. Severus was a kind person, apart for if you really pissed him off. He had this imposing nature about him. Probably from being one of the smartest kids in his year, it was a deserved arrogance.

“No charge.” He folded up the paper and slid it into his robe pocket then took up his quill once again.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded curtly. “Slug club gotta stick together or whatever it is they say.” You got to your feet and took up the books you had set down. “Thank you so much Severus! Blake will be really thrilled when I tell them.”

“Blake?” His quill came to a halt, and he finally looked you dead in the eyes. “I thought this assignment was for you.” He retrieved the paper again and reread it.

“No, it’s Blake’s but they asked me if I could-”

“Sorry. I can’t do this paper.” He dropped it on the table and started packing up his belongings.

“Wait, what? Why not?” You gaped. It didn’t make sense. Now he had some ethical code when it came to doing other people’s papers? Or did he just have an issue with Blake specifically.

“Busy this weekend.” He murmured.

“Busy with what?”

He paused his packing to glare at you. “You don’t remember?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you tried to think of any reason. There was no slug club, exams, or a study session, so what else could he have expected you to remember. Severus must had realized you didn’t have an answer, so he slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking away.

“Severus wait-” but he was gone, and you were scolded by Madam Pince into silence.

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Blake was devastated when you told them the news. Complained how their whole weekend was going to be taken up with essay writing and other “pointless assignments”. You kind of tuned them out. Focusing on what caused a sudden shift in Severus’ behavior. Busy this weekend? With what?

“I asked him too Blake and he told me no. Says he’ll be busy all weekend long.” Another Hufflepuff girl had joined in on your conversation, plopping down on the sofa next to you.

“What could he possibly be busy with? It’s not like he has friends or at least none that I’ve seen.” Blake huffed and propped up their feet on the table.

“It’s his birthday this weekend. Slughorn brought it up at the last slug club party.”

Realization struck you. His birthday! That’s why he seemed so disappointed. He talked to you a few weeks ago about it, but didn’t seem too thrilled about the day. He asked if you wanted to spend the afternoon with him in the greenhouse collecting plants for his growing collection. You even agreed to it and now here you were a few days prior to his birthday, asking him to spend it doing someone else’s homework.

“I feel bad now. Maybe we should throw him a party?” You perked up and stared at your friends hopefully. None of them seemed to share your enthusiasm.

“Sorry, I’ve got to spend the whole weekend doing homework now.” Blake muttered packing their things and heading off to their dorm.

“Me too, besides, Snape doesn’t seem like the party type.” The other girl left as well. You frowned to yourself, almost feeling defeated before you even had a chance at executing your plan.

The next two days were spent trying to convince others to attend the party. A few Gryffindors laughed in your face at the invite. None of the Ravenclaws seemed interested in attending such a thing and even the Slytherins you asked were apprehensive to accept. You had managed to get a few maybes from some students and that seemed good enough for you. When you weren’t inviting others, you had been neck deep in party planning.

The house elves in the kitchen were very pleased to make the birthday cake for you and any other snacks you wished for. You were also able to convince Slughorn to give you permission to use an old classroom to host what you claimed was going to be a “study session”. Your most exciting find however, was the several bottles of wine you were able to snag from the Hog's Head. Everything seemed to be coming together just fine, all you had to do was convince Severus to meet you in the room on Sunday.

The day of the party was stressful. You had so much on your plate. Since no one wanted to lend a hand with the preparations everything fell on you. A few of your dormmates were confused why you were spending so much time on a party for a boy they thought you barely spoke to. They weren’t aware how much time you and Severus had actually spent together in the past.

“Do you fancy him or something?”

Your cheeks burned. “N-No! I just…” You paused to look over the girls staring at you, they all had knowing smirks plastered on their faces. “No, I don’t. It’s just Slug club gotta stick together.”

None of them believed you and to be quite honest, you didn’t believe yourself either. You were always trying to get close to the Slytherin boy, but he often kept to himself. You noticed this because at meals he remained at the back of the house table, nose stuffed in some book or focusing on eating his meal as quickly as possible so he could get away from the large crowds of people. When he wasn’t dwelling the dungeons he was in the library. Madam Pince sometimes joked he had nearly read through everything there. Severus never laughed whenever she said stuff like that.

Severus never really laughed at all. You knew he was a bit nice based on how he acted at the slug club meetings, but that behavior failed to carry over into his daily life. Outside those parties, he was cold and closed-off. He had good reason to be as most of the students weren’t too kind to him. It was very easy to set him off, but surprisingly he never snapped on you. Not yet at least. You had hoped that it was because he viewed you as a friend, but you knew deep down it was probably because he didn’t want you to tell the school what happened during 5th year.

You had been studying in the library right next to Severus. It had become a nightly occurrence, sneaking out of bed to study for your O.W.L.s in a secluded corner so no one could catch you out past curfew. It was the day before your exams and both of you had been quite sleep deprived. Severus was sat on the floor, leaning against a bookshelf reciting charms and other spells from his textbook while half asleep. You were across from him lying down in a nook by a large window, listening to him. In his drowsy state, he accidentally hit you with a stinging jinx on your arm. It was the smallest bit of pain, but he was on his feet rushing over to apologize profusely. He kept flicking his eyes from the angry red welt to your lips.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He held onto your wrist as he examined the area.

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t. We should probably go back to our dorms though it’s late.”

He nodded his head in agreement but made no attempt to move. He just kept staring at your lips. Kept holding onto your wrist. Then it all seemed to happen simultaneously in slow motion and lightning speed, he leaned forward and kissed you. His lips were soft and warm, and they molded against yours perfectly, but before you could thoroughly enjoy the kiss, he had pulled away. Your eyes remained close as you basked in the feeling, but Severus spoke breaking the peaceful silence. “Well, goodnight.” He quickly gathered up his books and his wand and practically ran out of the library, leaving you stunned, confused, and overall flustered.

Severus avoided you for what felt like weeks after that, and when you finally bumped into him in the hallway again he acted like it had never happened. You genuinely started to doubt if it had ever happened. It really did feel like a fever dream, plus it was a completely out of character thing for Severus to do. So, you never brought it up and neither did he.

Maybe that’s why you felt the need to sit next to him at every club meeting, or study at the same table as him in the library, or most of all throw him a party that was taking up all your time and energy. The possibility that he would share something with you that he didn’t share with others. Whether that be a kiss or even a smile, you just longed tone something of importance to him.

You left Severus a note telling him you needed to see him, and to meet you in the classroom after dinner. You had no clue if he would actually come, but it didn’t stop you from finishing your party plans.

It was difficult to think of how to decorate a party for someone like Severus. Other than books and potions what did you really now about him? You used magic to push aside all the desks against the wall, leaving the middle of the room empty. Perfect for dancing.

You aimed your wand at the wall and a few Slytherin banners materialized. You put bits of bluebell flames into glass jars and cast a spell so they levitated in the air and sprawled out around the room for some decent mood lighting.

Before dinner, you went down to the kitchens and retrieved the food for the party. It took a few trips, but soon you had quite the spread set up across the desks. Cinnamon biscuits, treacle tart, and tons of pitchers of butterbeer. You had stashed your bottles of wine in one of the drawers of the teacher’s desk. You had convinced Blake to part with their record player, and so that was set up near the front of the room as well.

All you had to do was wait for the other guests to show.

At first you stood by the door, waiting for any sound of approaching footsteps so you could greet the guests, but as time ticked by you ended up pacing the room. Every time you heard a person passing by you perked up, hopeful they would come in, but they never did.

After an hour of waiting you tried sitting down, yet your nerves kept you up and walking around. Surely someone had to come. Just one.

You glanced up at the clock. It was half past six. Severus would be here soon, and no other guests had arrived. How was this meant to be a surprise party? It felt more like a pity party.

As 7 o’ clock neared and no one had shown up. You thought about running back to your dorm to cry over your failure, but then you pictured Severus’ face if he showed up to see you, and you were nowhere to be found.

A frustrated groan escaped you. Getting to your feet once again, you decided to just set up the cake. At least you can sing happy birthday to him. You lifted the cardboard cover from the cake and felt your heart sink. As if the night couldn’t get any worse.

You had specifically requested a chocolate cake that had the words “Happy Birthday Severus!” written in green frosting. You told them they could add a few simple and tasteful decorations, but something must have gotten lost in translation.

The cake before you had the words “happy birthday snake” written on it. They also covered it in rainbow sprinkles and piped tons of buttercream serpents all over it. It looked like it was made for a toddler.

It just felt like one thing after the other. No one shows up to the party, not even the Slytherins. The cake is all wrong-

Your internal monologue was interrupted by one of the floating jars containing a bluebell flame fell from the air and knocked over the tiered cake stand, which had all the slices of treacle tarts on it, onto the floor and it shattered. Porcelain and glass landing all over the food which made it unsalvageable. To top it all off, the pitchers of beverages tipped and spilled all over the place as well.

“Fantastic.” You choked out and collapsed onto the floor. Hiding your head in your hands, you let the tears you had been fighting back all evening flow. You just wanted everything to be perfect. You kept telling yourself it was because you were a perfectionist but as you continued to cry, you realized the tears weren’t for you or your failure. It was for Severus. You had failed him. Now you had spent the last few days planning him a party he wouldn’t even get to enjoy, and you couldn’t even go back to his original plan of going to the greenhouses. It was too late.

A gentle touch on your shoulder startled you and you jumped to your feet.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s okay.” You used the back of your hands to wipe the tears from your eyes.

Severus stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and shifted his body weight awkwardly. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure the right way to approach it.

“Are you alright?” He avoided looking at you. He didn’t want to see you cry. It wasn’t that it made him uncomfortable, he just knew he would have trouble trying to fight the urge to pull you in his arms if he did.

“Me? I’m fine. But your party? I’m really sorry Severus. I tried so hard, but no one came and then everything broke and I’m just so stupid.” Your voice cracked and you fell to your knees again as your emotions overtook you. It felt like you were feeling everything imaginable. Upset over the pathetic excuse of a party, angry yet embarrassed with yourself for crying in front of Severus, and most of all a strong yearning to kiss the boy across from you.

Severus crossed the room and joined you on the floor. He sat next you and just let you cry. He made no move to touch you or to offer comforting words. Just both of you sitting next to each other, him in silence and you in tears.

Once it felt like you cried enough for a lifetime you collected yourself and turned to look at Severus, who was already staring at you.

“Feel better?” He gave a half-smile. You nodded. “Sometimes it’s good to just let it out.” He added, looking down at his lap.

“I’m really sorry Severus. Really I wanted your birthday-” he raised his hand to silence you.

“It’s fine, really. Plus, I don’t need you to start crying again.” He let out the smallest of chuckles. “Besides, I’m not a party person anyways so things worked in my favor in the end.”

“But the snacks.” You frowned and gestured to the floor littered with soggy, dirty treacle tarts. “And the cake. The stupid cake.” You groaned.

“What’s wrong with the cake?” Severus tilted his head. There was no cake on the floor as far as he could tell. He got up and walked over to the table and scanned its contents.

“You know I may be in Slytherin, but I do have a personality outside of my house.” He said humorously. You turned to glare at him, but nearly choked on your saliva as you watched him suck some buttercream off his long finger. “Tastes good. Though it’s a bit sweet. Shame there’s nothing to wash it down with.”

You scrambled to your feet and rushed across the room. Severus panicked worried he had upset you. “I’ll still eat it!” He sputtered. But you merely walked past him and over to the teacher’s desk and yanked open the bottom drawer. You retrieved one of the green bottles and held it up in triumph. At least there was one thing that had survived.

Severus’ lips curled into a devilish grin when he saw the bottles. He loved wine. He didn’t get his hands on it too often since it was quite expensive, but whenever Lucius and Narcissa invited him over to their home he always indulged in whatever they poured him. He retrieved his wand from his pocket and transfigured two of the flimsy disposable cups into proper crystal wine glasses. He held them up and you uncorked the bottle and filled them much more than you should have.

Both of you brought the glasses to to your mouth and drank. The burgundy liquid was rich and bold. It went down easy. Too easy.

With the alcohol content being so high in the bottles you brought, you were already tipsy after your first glass. Severus, a more experienced wine drinker, didn’t start feeling his liquor until halfway through his third one. The first bottle had long been finished. When you went to grab the next one, you saw the record player and decided to put on one of the random vinyls.

Severus poured himself another glass from the newly opened bottle and downed it just as fast. He could feel this mind becoming foggy and the walls he usually kept up, slowly slipping away.

“I love this song.” You hummed and swayed back and forth awkwardly in the middle of the room. Severus smirked and found himself walking over to you, wine glass still in hand.

“What’s it called?”

“I’m not sure. It’s my first time hearing it.” You threw your head back as you emptied the last bit of the contents from your cup. Severus bit back a laugh. He felt very good right now.

You stumbled forward and took Severus’ hands and pulled him close so you could dance together. In his dazed state, he actually joined you. Setting down his wine glass, he took you in his arms and started swaying. Your movements weren’t graceful or following the rhythm of the song at all. Every once in a while he would accidentally step on your foot which he would slur out an apology for. You couldn’t even call what you were doing dancing. Severus had his arms wrapped around you, head resting on your shoulder, and you had your arms on his back barely able to keep yourself up.

You felt warm to the touch. Severus was basking in the physical contact. Everywhere your skin touched his was aflame. He loved how it felt so he kept nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I’m so glad no one else came.” He confessed.

“Me too. More wine for us.” You giggled. Severus laughed too. His laugh was infectious, so you kept laughing which only made him laugh harder. Both of you just holding each other, laughing while music filled the room. If someone walked in right now they would think you were insane.

“More snake cake too.” He added once recovered from his laughing fit.

“Cake! Oh, Severus we should eat some cake. That sounds so so so good right now.” You extracted yourself from his hold, much to his disappointment, and tugged him over to the desk where the cake rested.

“Should we sing? Or light a candle?”

“No, I don’t think you should be anywhere near fire right now Y/N”

“You called me Y/N.” You blushed profusely, but due to the dim lighting in the room he wouldn’t be able to see it thankfully.

“Don’t tell me you drank so much you forgot your own name?” He quirked a brow. You shook your head and turned back to the cake.

“Let’s skip the signing.” Severus cut into the cake and served you and him some messy looking slices. Both of you sat a little ways away from the table and dug into your dessert. There was something about being drunk that made everything taste better.

“You’ve got frosting in your hair.”

You turned to look at Severus, he had reached out to run his fingers through your hair. Your eyes closed when his hand fingers brushed against your cheek.

“Now you’ve got some on your face.” He had scooped a large dollop of the green buttercream and spread it all over your upper lip and the tip of your nose.

Severus couldn’t stop laughing. You had wrinkled your nose and he thought you looked downright adorable.

“Sev! Why’d you do that.”

He watched you try and scoop the frosting off your face, but instead of wiping it off on a napkin, you sucked it off your fingers. Severus’ breath hitched and he felt his cock stiffen. He wished those were his fingers in your mouth.

“You missed a spot.” He ran his thumb over your upper lip to collect the remaining frosting and without much thought, you stuck out your tongue and ran it over the pad of his finger. Before you could even feel embarrassment from your bold act, Severus had leaned forward to crash his lips against yours.

At first you were taken aback just like you had been the last time he had kissed you, but this time felt different. Much more heated. Ten times more passionate. Perhaps it was the last two years of mutual pining that lead up to this current moment.

You finally let yourself indulge in the sweetest thing, which for once wasn’t the cake, bestowed upon you as your lips roamed over his. You allowed him to explore your mouth with his tongue. He tasted like vanilla frosting. Severus’ mind had been so hazy, he didn’t entirely know where this kiss was going, nor did he want to know. He had you in his grasp finally and that was all he wanted.

His fingers slowly found their way to your shirt, and he cupped your breasts through the material. He trailed kisses across your jawline and then right to your neck, to which he sucked on your skin gently, causing you to let out a soft moan and lean into his touch even more. That seemed like an indication for him to keep going.

“Yes…just like that Sev.” you whispered out as he continued to kiss at every part of your neck. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair to pull him closer to you. The wine had eliminated your typically shy disposition. All you wished for was to run your hands along his body.

Needing to catch his breath, Severus backed away. He stared at the places on your neck where his lips had launched their attack. Several red spots dotted the area, incredibly likely to become a deep purple hickie tomorrow. He smiled at the thought of you walking around with marks all over your body that he put there.

“Sev?”

Severus’ eyes flicked up to meet yours. He felt that overwhelming urge to claim your lips again. He came closer to you, but only rested his forehead against yours. His exhales of breath smelled like wine and sugar.

“I need to know Y/N.” He paused to bring a hand up to cup your cheek. “Do you have feelings for me? Or is this the wine’s influence.” His voice was shaky as he spoke. The inebriated part of him was telling him to forgo the feelings discussion and just ravage your body like he desperately wished to, but the rational side of his brain refused to let him partake in something you would regret once sober.

“Severus I-”

He prepared himself for the rejection. He released his hold on you and sat up straight so his breath no longer mingled with yours. He didn’t want to be tempted to touch you once you rejected him. His head was tilted by your gentle hold on his chin.

“Severus the wine has influenced me.” His heart started to stink. “But not in the ways in which you are thinking. It has influenced me to not hold back the feelings I’ve had for you for what feels like forever.”

He let go of a gasp of air he didn’t realize he was holding in. The smallest of smiles spreading across his face. “I hope you don’t mind then if I do this again.”

He dragged you over to him by your waist until you straddled his lap. He pressed several small pecks to your lips over and over, causing you to laugh. You had sobered up the slightest bit, but you still were uncoordinated. Sometimes you bumped noses before your lips connected or you would start laughing into the kiss. It was such a tender moment. Words couldn’t describe how you felt about the boy below you. Polar opposites attract one another and maybe that’s why you had become addicted to him so quickly.

“Wait, there’s something I don’t get.”

“Hm?”

“I still don’t understand why you switched up on me at the library earlier this week. What happened?” The thought had plagued your thoughts for a while now and maybe now that he was intoxicated he would give you answers.

“My sweet girl you really are daft sometimes you know that?”

“Hey!” You punched his arm playfully and he feigned his pain.

“I’ll tell you everything you wanna know on the walk back to my dorm.”

Severus helped you to your feet, albeit with great difficulty since the effects of the wine still lingered. With a flick of his wand and a wordless incantation, Severus tidied up the room as much as possible. Claimed he would come back tomorrow to finish the job.

You walked back to his dorm hand in hand. There was a spring in your step as he led you through the castle and to the dungeons. Once outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room you gasped.

“Severus! I just realized something.”

“What now?”

“I was so caught up in planning your party, I forgot to get you a gift. I’m so sorry!”

Severus smirked and snaked his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest. He ran his hands along your body and snuck them up under your skirt to grip your ass, making you cry out in surprise.

“Oh my dear Y/N.” He whispered the words in your ear, sometimes pausing to nibble on your ear lobe. His hands trailed over the waistband of your underwear. “I believe my gift is right here.” He cupped your heat through the thin material and hummed appreciatively when he felt how wet you were.

“Now let’s head to my room so I can unwrap it.”