Your eyes widen and you begin trembling. Angel glances up at you in surprise, then a look you've never seen before crosses her face. A look of arrogance...meanness. Then to your horror and shock, she begins reading aloud, "I can't stop thinking about what must lie underneath those trousers..." She cocks her brow and laughs at the words, the other girls wearing a mixture of amusement and guilt in their expressions.
You close the space between you and Angel at an alarming speed, snatching the journal out of her hands quickly. You hold it tightly to your chest, your face pale with dread. "How...why did you..." Angel looks at you pathetically, "Y/n, come on. You were acting so suspicious about this "Potions notebook." I couldn't not take a look at what it was really about."
You can't believe what you're hearing. Severus was right..."I...trusted you, Angel." Her face crinkles in disgust, "Please, Y/n...as if I'm the one who can't be trusted. Look at the disgusting things you filled this journal with!" Your face grows red with shame, your eyes burning with tears. "Honestly, a teacher, Y/n? He's so old! And what would Peter think?" she asks condescendingly.
Your mind spins with everything that's unraveling before you. Your kinks on display for three girls you can no longer trust...your heart sinks in your chest. "I...I didn't––" "No need to explain, just admit it." Angel stands and steps closer to you, looking at you smugly. "You're kind of a freak with daddy issues," She says matter-of-factly, shrugging. "I...I'm not a freak, I just––"
She steps even closer, her face growing more mean and spiteful, "Only a freak would want to sleep with that useless, no-good, miserable old bastard, he should've stayed dead––" You hear a loud smack, your eyes wide with surprise. Angel cowers on the floor beneath you, her hand covers her cheek, surprise, fear, and anger in her eyes. You see your trembling hand raised. I just...I just bitch slapped someone...oh, my god.
"Y/n, what is wrong with you?!" Georgia was shrieking, rushing to Angel's side. Angel scoffs in disbelief, her eyes filling with tears. "Angel, I...I'm sorry, I––" "Stay away from me, you detestable freak!" She hisses at you.
Georgia and Amy surround Angel, giving you piercing glares. You stand there stunned at what had transpired. Your heavy feet finally carry you out of the dorm and down the stair well, through the corridors. You break into a sprint, desperate to get out of this suffocating place .You hear Filch calling after you, "Oi! And where do you think you're off to?!" But you don't stop. You swing open the castle doors and run out into the night, tears stinging your face in the cold wind, your journal in hand. Your tired legs carry you to the Black Lake, where you collapse on the dock in a puddle of exhaustion, panting in confusion and shock.
Then suddenly it's like the last 19 years just tumble out of you, the pain, hurt, and anger spilling out in broken sobs.
How...could they do this to me? I thought they were my friends...how did they even find it? Your hands cover your face as the tears spill out of you, "Y/n...?" You turn in surprise and see Peter and Rupert emerging from the shadows of the boathouse. You jump to your feet embarrassed, quickly wiping your tears. They rush to your side, "What happened? Are you alight?" You breathe deeply to gain your composure, but when you open your mouth to speak only sobs come out, and panic rises in your chest, seeming to overtake you.
Then the most surprising thing happens. On either side of you, they surround you and wrap you in a hug, and you feel...safe. Loved. The panic subsides and this sensation makes you cry all the more. Peter finally says softly, "Y/n, whatever it is that's happened...we've got your back." "Yeah, and if I need to kick someone's ass...just point me in the right direction," Rupert chimes in, his jaw clenched in defensive anger.
You laugh softly, completely surprised but overjoyed by these amazing friends you've made. "Guys, I..." You look down, the tears finally slowing. You wipe them away and start in a shaky voice.
"My friends––er, my roommates...they––they must have gone through my belongings...they found something very personal. And quite embarrassing." Your eyes drop in shame. "And now they can tell anyone they want, and...I don't know what's going to happen," Your tears start up again, your breathing ragged. "I...I hit Angel, and...it's so unlike me, I didn't mean to, I don't know why I did that, what got into me, I was just so angry and then––" "Y/n, breathe. It's alright," Rupert says, his hands raised in a quieting gesture. "The way it sounds to me...she deserved it, so I wouldn't worry about it."
"But...I've always believed any problem can be solved with words, and you don't need violence." Rupert's brow raises in amusement, "Well, you're talking to the wrong guy about that," he smirks, "but honestly...what's going to happen? You get detention for a couple of weeks, but those girls know now to never cross you again." Peter smiles at you, "I know I shouldn't say it, but I'm actually very proud of you, Y/n. I know confrontation isn't really your thing, so smacking the shit out of Angel was actually incredible of you," he laughs softly.
You laugh too, the tremors of your heartbreak leaving your body in little flutters as you chuckle. You feel so lucky to have friends like these, and it's an unfamiliar but welcome feeling. It's like you can get through anything with them by your side.
"I'm afraid I might get suspended...and I'm so close to graduating, the timing of it is just...not ideal. Also...if Angel wants retribution for my actions tonight...she has two other witnesses with which to spread gossip about me over what she found of mine." You cringe, sauntering over to the bench that sits against the boathouse, sitting down in weary defeat.
Peter and Rupert sit on either side of you, silent for a moment. Peter eventually queries, "Think we could obliviate them?" You sigh, "It's against school policy. Not to mention morally wrong..." Rupert's brow flashes up suddenly, "And going through someone's private things isn't?" He sits back, folding his arms over his chest, huffing angrily, "Honestly, Y/n, I think you're well within your right to do so. As well as a few other things, for good measure." Peter gives him an arched brow and an amused grin, communicating a look that says, 'Calm down, now.'
You laugh softly at the exchange. "I'm sure I'll be able to figure something out...but thank you both. I don't know what I'd do without such loyal friends," You smile weakly at them. "You coming back inside?" You sigh heavily, "I think I'd rather wait until I'm positive the girls are asleep..." your voice trails quietly. "I'll be fine out here, I actually prefer it."
They both stand to go, then Peter turns to you and says, "Y/n, I promise everything will be alright...and if it's not, we're here," He gives you a reassuring smile, and you smile gently back at him, your eyes communicating your gratefulness. They rise and disappear silently, sneaking their way back into the castle.
You stare at the water and the foggy mist that rests on its still, glassy surface. It's quite a breathtaking sight. The moon is full and white, casting its luminescence on everything it touches.
Thankful to be sheltered from the view of the castle by the boathouse behind you and concealed by the night, you enjoy its peacefulness for a while, your mind working to solve the issue at hand. What am I going to do? What if they tell others? And what if I do get expelled for hitting Angel? You feel the distress swelling in your chest as anxious, panic-stricken thoughts swarm your mind, and again break into soft, quiet sobs again, your head in your hands.
You sit in the silence of the cold night, your head spinning with regret over everything that transpired, and worry about everything that might.
"Y/n?" Your heart melts at the deep voice approaching, and you feel yourself coming home. "Filch said you had run out of the castle and...then I ran into Peter and Rupert sneaking inside and they said you were here," He takes long strides toward you and in a flourish of his cape he sits down beside you on the bench. His strong arm comes behind you, pulling you into his side. "They...told me, what happened. That something private of yours was discovered by those girls." He sighs softly, "They seemed quite worried about you."
Your heart sinks in embarrassment, your eyes squeezing shut. "Professor, I swear there was nothing in that book that mentioned our relationship or rendezvous," You say quickly. "As far as they can tell, I'm just a girl who has an obsession with her Professor...though I can't say they're wrong," You say with a dry laugh.
He shakes his head lightly and speaks in a soft voice, "I don't care about all that, Y/n, I was just worried about you." His eyes shine with genuine concern and love. Then you notice them hardening before he looks away, "...where are these girls now?" "Back in my dorm where I left them. I was waiting until they fell asleep to return. I'm too ashamed to show my face..." Your tears start again and he pulls you up onto his lap where you sob for a while, your head on his chest, his robes wrapping around you, keeping you warm.
His strong hands stroke your hair delicately. "Do you think I'll be suspended, Professor? For hitting Angel?"
He keeps you held closely to him, silent. You aren't aware of it right now, but as he gently strokes your hair, he's plotting the murder of three manipulative witches. "No one would ever know...accidents happen all the time. And in the wizarding world, there are many dangers for foolish people such as those girls. Who knows what perils may lurk out there?"
"Severus?" "Hm? Yes, Y/n?" You laugh softly, "What are you thinking about? You're so distracted." He clears his throat, "Oh, just trying to solve a certain problem I hadn't quite found the solution for...until now." He smiles duplicitously at you and kisses your forehead. "For what it's worth...I really think it's quite badass that you struck that little witch." You sit up and laugh in surprise, "Professor! You shouldn't be encouraging violence," you say incredulously. "Yes, well...sometimes it's the only way to deal...with a bully..." There's a certain vitriol in his tone, something deep and aged.
You lay your head back on his chest, "Well, I was asking; do you think I'll be suspended for it? Or kicked out of Hogwarts altogether?" He sighs deeply, your whole body moving with his breaths. "I think that as someone with incredible influence over the powers that be...I will make sure no such thing happens to you," he says confidently, looking down into your eyes.
You turn on his lap and straddle him, your legs on either side of him, your hands holding his pale face. His skin is ivory in the moonlight, his dark eyes contrasting against it, his black locks darker than the nighttime around you.
You smile gently, "Thank you..." "For what?" he asks in a soft voice. "For being someone I can trust." His features soften, his eyes filled with tender affection. Your face comes close to his and you feel his breath on your skin. Your eyes flash up to his, and you see the shadow of desire dancing behind them. You softly press your lips to his, and it feels as though the world stops.
He pulls you close, his hands holding your waist as he deepens the kiss. He moans softly against your mouth, the sound unlocking that well of arousal that quickly floods your center. One hand comes behind your head gently as he holds you in this kiss and you gasp softly when he suddenly breaks it and looks into your eyes. "Y/n...I would do...anything for you," he says breathlessly in an earnest, tender voice.
You smile softly at him and he pulls you into another kiss, this one a bit more intense, one hand behind your head and the other holding down your thigh to his lap, effectively immobilizing you, should you foolishly attempt to leave.
His tongue explores your mouth, his hand sliding up your skirt, and running up the fabric of your sheer stocking. His finger finds the seam at the top of your thigh and slowly pulls it downward, exposing your bare flesh, grazing against the soft skin there. You gasp slightly at the sensation, your excitement seemingly intensified by the extreme emotional highs and lows of the day.
His hand palms your thigh, sliding up your hip and over the waistband of your underwear. "I see you've finally learned to wear your knickers," he purrs suggestively in your ear, and his deep voice makes your core tighten.
"However...they are not required at the present time." His finger tugs lightly on your panties and they suddenly disappear. "Oi, that was my favorite pair!" You say when you realize they've been 'Evanesco'd. "I'll buy you another...a very pretty pair..." He looks at you with a sly grin then glances down hungrily at your neck, leaning in slowly to kiss it, his tongue tasting you, his hand running up and over your unclothed bum. You feel the chill of the night on your bare center, the sensation arousing.
"You know, I think McGonagall said no consorting at Hogwarts..." you remind him. "But we're not in Hogwarts," he retorts. "Professor, we're on the grounds," you reply with an arched, chiding brow. "Yes, well..." he continues kissing you anywhere your skin is exposed to him, "...I seem to recall a certain good little girl who broke the rules more than once before, all for a little attention from her Professor," he teases, his hands now unbuttoning your top, making your eyes widen.
"You like being bad, don't you?" he asks in a sultry voice. You blush as he removes your top, exposing your shoulders to the night air. "I...I don't know..." "You've surely realized by now that good girls don't get punished...but bad girls have more fun..." He smirks at you, "And I do love making a good girl do bad things," his deep baritone rumbles through you. His eyes sparkle with hunger and mischief as his lips kiss your shoulders and neck luxuriously, making you shudder.
"And besides..." He moans breathlessly against your neck, his hand grasping your waist, the other behind your head, pulling you into him, "I've so longed to fuck you out here under the moonlight for quite some time..." His lips work their way up to your mouth and kiss you desperately. It's as if he's making up for all the lost time in these moments you have together out here.
His hands unfasten your bra, exposing your nipples to the cool night air, his eyes grazing over the sight of your exposure before him. He licks his lips, completely absorbed in the moment and the sight makes you shiver. His hand slides up your side and over your breast, squeezing it softly before gently taking it in his mouth, sucking your nipple lightly. You toss your head back and close your eyes, hissing at the sensation. The feeling sparks jolts of electric pleasure that flood your system. Your hands hold his head to your chest, your fingers running through his silky locks.
Your soft whimpers fill the silence around you and you hear him growl in response, his middle rumbling. He suddenly stands and carries you, pushing you against the wall of the boat house, your legs wrapped around his waist as he comes back in and kisses your lips with a fiery look in his eye.
His leg presses between yours, lifting you up, his hand pressing you to the wall roughly. He begins unfastening his trousers, a look of unhinged passion filling his expression. Your lips part slightly at the sight of it...the way he can't seem to help himself.
He grasps you underneath your knees and lifts you, his leg dropping back down, wrapping yours around his waist again. "Tell me you want this..." He mutters seductively in your ear, "...or tell me you don't..." His breath tickles your ear and it makes you moan softly. "I...want this, Professor...please," you respond quietly. He presses the tip of his member to your wet pussy, drawing it lightly along your slit and collecting your wetness. You whimper at the feeling, and when he drags it over your clit you clutch to his chest.
"Beg me," he says in a commanding tone. The tip of his sex plays along your center, just barely coming near the edge of your aching, wet pussy. "I...please, Professor..." His hand grasps your throat lightly, "Beg," he hisses aggressively. "I want to hear that sweet little voice begging for my cock..." he growls. "Please...please Professor...I want you. I want..." He chuckles darkly and whispers, "Yes, my good girl? What is it you want?"
"I..." You gasp softly, trying to find your voice. "I want your cock...so badly," you say in an exasperated moan. He seems satisfied with that answer, because suddenly you feel him entering you and you gasp in both surprise and pleasure.
He pins you hard against the wall, his cock slowly slipping inside of you. It makes you moan loudly as he enters you, sinking deeper and deeper, to the hilt, your insides adjusting to his size. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your head tilted back, your mouth dropping open. He smirks as he looks at your face, seeming proud of himself for making you feel so good. You find it quite endearing, but you can't formulate such a thought right now.
You open your eyes and see stars above you and it makes you feel so small...yet significant. You're in awe of how slim the chances are in the vast expanse of the universe of finding someone who can make you feel such things...who can make you feel so seen, so happy.
The largeness of the sky overwhelms you along with the largeness of his cock slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you. Every problem you faced today has completely dissolved into the background of your mind, and all you can think of is this moment. This love. Your eyes fill with tears, your pleasure overwhelming you.
His thrusts quicken, your body pressed hard against the wall. He moans deeply, his dark eyes piercing into you, taking you in and noticing every little detail and expression of your face. The way you respond to his touch, your mouth opened in ecstasy. Your heart pounds hard in your chest as feel your middle tightening and convulsing in pleasure, your head feeling light. His cock thrusts deeply inside of you, hitting those places that are desperate to be touched...places he alone has ever touched.
"I...I love you, Severus...I love being yours, and I wanna be yours forever," You say breathlessly, passionately, and a small grin tugs at the corner of his mouth at this confession. His thrusts slow but deepen, somehow becoming more firm and intentional, his deep breathing matching his pace. His hands under your thighs hold you gently but firmly, and you feel so open, so...at his mercy.
He makes you feel weak and small but for the first time in your life, it feels...good to feel this way. A new level of trust is unlocked inside you as you realize how vulnerable you are to him, but how tender he is with you. How he cherishes your vulnerability and makes you feel safe, even while consuming you like this.
He suddenly pulls out of you and sets you down, gazing intently into your eyes, a carnal desire flashing in them. "Come with me..." He fastens his trousers and covers you with his cape.
He leads you past the boat dock and around the lake to the bottom of a small hill, the castle no longer within view. He unbuttons his coat, shrugs it off then removes his shirt. He flicks his finger and his cape floats off your shoulders and lies flat on the cold grass. He casts a warming spell around you, making your goosebumps disappear. "Lie down," he says softly but firmly, nodding in a gesture to his cape. You obey immediately, and the act makes you even more aroused.
He strips down to his birthday suit and kneels between your legs. "I want to see you...all of you." He unzips your skirt and slowly drags it off you, your skin exposed to the night air, then he gently, unhurriedly peels off your stockings, one at a time. The act of something so simple as undressing becomes so romantic and opulent with him as he proceeds with slow, diligent movements, as if to savor every moment.
When you are finally completely bare before him, he stops and just stares at you for a little while. His dark eyes sweep very slowly up your body, seemingly taking in every inch of you, looking at you like you're a goddess. Your skin seems to glow against the moonlight, your dark eyes shining in its brilliance.
His fingertips lightly graze your ankle and move upward, his palm cupping your calf. He lifts your leg and kisses it deeply, sensually, his eyes shutting in delight, as if he's tasting the sweetest honey. His dark eyes glance at yours after kissing your calf, then he licks his lips. He gently but firmly moves your legs apart and lies down between them, kissing the soft flesh between your upper thighs.
You whimper softly as he kisses and licks, your body opening up to him. His lips work their way slowly up, kissing a trail until they finally stop over your clit. They gently brush your skin, his hot breath sending tremors of pleasure to your center. His tongue slides out and very lightly touches your sensitive bud, making you gasp and clutch the robe beneath you.
"Oh, Professor..." His tongue begins its slow and torturous circling and tasting of you, his mouth gradually pressing harder and sucking on you, pulling the sensitive flesh between his lips. Your gasps turn into quiet moans as he brings you further and further into bliss, your whole body buzzing with pleasure.
The familiar and wonderful sensation approaches and you know it's coming. You run your fingers through his hair, clutching and tugging it lightly, your moans making him growl against your clit. "You're so wet for me..." His tongue slips deeply into your slit, tasting you in smooth sweeps, his teeth grazing your tender flesh.
His thumb begins rubbing gently against your clit and it makes you whimper urgently. Your stomach flutters and tightens and you feel it approaching, your mouth gaping open, your eyes wide, your breath hitching in your throat. "Come for me, Pet," he commands, and you tumble into your orgasm, your moans loud and clear, the universe looking down on you from above as your mind goes quiet, soaring in wondrous rapture.
He looks up at you, watching you come, his jaw tightening at the sight. He narrows in on your gaze and moves up. He looks at you with a glimmer of animalistic enjoyment, a smirk on his lips. He leans in close and mutters seductively, his voice hoarse with lust, "And just like that, I've made such a good girl do a bad thing..." You moan softly at his words, your back arching in desire for him.
You feel like his prey as he hovers over you, and it makes you melt. His warm, heavy body presses over yours as he holds eye contact with you and settles down on you. It's exciting to break the rules like this with him, outside and exposed under the moonlight like this. The chilly breeze laps at your skin every now and then, regulated by his warming spell.
His lips begin kissing your neck softly, then more passionately, his tongue jutting out and licking up the side of your neck to your ear, his breathing ragged and desperate. Your own breathing quickens as his lips move down to right above your breast where he suddenly bites you hard, and it has a dizzying effect on you.
Your hands slide around his back, caressing his skin and pulling him closer to you. He nibbles on your earlobe and groans in a low voice, "You are exquisite, my sweet girl..."
He draws back and gazes down at you and his eyes suddenly fill with an intense hunger. He flips you over onto your stomach and his knees come between your legs, forcing them open. He gently grasps his length in one hand, lifting your hips slightly with the other. After a moment you feel his hardness touching your wet slit, rubbing along it, his warm chest on your bare back. His arms hook around underneath yours, squeezing you tightly to him.
He begins gyrating his hips slightly, the wetness from your center coating his cock and making him shudder. It slips down and over your clit making you hiss in desire. After a few moments of this, he presses himself just at your entrance, waiting torturously.
"Oh...Professor, please..." He chuckles softly, "Such an impatient little thing...you will have to learn to wait your turn," He says sternly. He leans down and rumbles lowly in your ear, "I want to play with you for a bit..." And the thought of him using you as a plaything makes your body tremble. "Yes, Professor..." you moan.
You hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks, "You are so obedient...such a good girl. I promise...your patience will pay off..." His cock begins sliding up over your clit again and across your slit in a repetitive, euphoric movement.
Your thighs try to squeeze together, but he holds them open effortlessly and continues to play with you at his own leisure. "After all...I did promise you punishment..." His voice grows more and more breathless as he pleasures himself with your wet slit. "And I think we both know how much you hate being told 'no'..." He laughs quietly, then his laugh becomes a soft groan of pleasure as he slips only the tip inside of you, forcing you open but not filling you.
He continues toying with you for longer than you can bear, gently slipping his tip in and out of you, the movement making your mouth drop open, your eyes squeezing shut. You ache at the repetition, your wetness seeping out and onto the cape beneath you.
His deep voice eventually comes out choppy and breathless, mostly a moan, "You're...being so good and quiet...I s...suppose we can cut your punishment short. For your...good behavior..." And you smile at his inability to restrain himself any further. Looks like he teased himself too.
He finally shoves all the way inside you and you moan, your hands clutching the cape, "Oh, I..." He breathes heavily, "Do you like that, my naughty girl?" You try to speak but the pleasure sweeping through your core is overwhelming, so you just nod. He chuckles lowly in your ear, slowly withdrawing and plunging back in again. His own voice begins moaning softly, his grip on you tightening.
His body is so close to yours, and you're so tightly held in his arms. He suddenly grabs your arms and pins them down above your head, slowly continuing his steady motions. "I know how much you love being restrained..." He teases mischievously, his movements becoming more aggressive and fluid.
You feel your whole body buzzing with pleasure, every nerve singing in ecstasy as you feel yourself get close again...he thrusts harder and a bit faster inside of you, seeming to really savor each thrust. "Oh, Y/n, I...I am enjoying this so much..." He moans, and the sound of his pleasured voice brings you right to the edge. He feels you tightening around his cock and hisses, "Not...yet..."
You whimper in want, your body struggling against the torrents of desire. "Be my good girl..." You wait obediently, fighting your body's race to its bliss, until he finally permits in a deep, languid tone, "Now...come for me," and your voice cries out your pleasure, the waves of it sweeping over you. He follows closely behind, choking on his breaths as the heat of his cum fills you from the inside, making your eyes roll back in your head. Nothing has ever...ever felt this good.
You feel your eyes welling up with tears as you reach such heights once more, your whole body convulsing and arching, the emotion welling up inside you. Waves and waves sweep over you, and to your surprise you break into a sob, and Severus clings tightly to you, his moans filling the night air, his large body trembling over yours. He releases your wrists where he pinned you and rests on his forearms on either side of you, covering you completely in his warmth. You cry softly and he kisses your cheek tenderly, so close and warm. You feel safe. Loved. Held. Seen.
When you quiet, he strokes your hair from your face and his thumb wipes away a tear from your nose. He kisses your ear and whispers in a low voice, his breath tickling your ear, "I will take care of you, Y/n..." Your tears resume and he holds you tightly for a whole, his head resting on your back.
You dress yourselves again and walk slowly back toward the castle. You look up at Ravenclaw Tower, your eyes heavy and anxious. "Come stay with me tonight...please," Snape says in a soft voice, following your eyes, his hand gently taking yours. "But, Professor McGon––" "I'll speak with Minerva. I don't think it would be in your best interest to go back to your dorm tonight...and, I am hoping she will be understanding, considering the circumstances." His eyes linger on you a moment while you decide. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
He smiles at you, amused by your question. "Mind what? Having a beautiful girl sleeping in my quarters all night? Hmm, let me think..." He says sarcastically and you laugh softly as he kisses your hand and pulls you into him, his arm around your shoulder as you walk side by side back up to the castle.
Once inside, you both walk silently down the corridors. It's late now so there's not a sound to be heard in the whole castle. You follow him down into the Slytherin dungeon, through his office and to his private quarters. Once inside, you feel yourself relax, a feeling of coming home washing over you. For the second time tonight, you notice.
He draws a hot bath for you and you gratefully undress and slip inside, your cold bones and muscles warming and unwinding in the soapy water. He sits nearby on the little chair by the tub, his ankle crossed over his knee, his hand stroking his chin gently, watching you with a look of admiration in his eye. You blush and look away, then back up at him when you notice him still staring. "What?" you ask in a shy laugh. He smiles tenderly at you, "Does a man need a reason to admire his beloved?" You throw your head back and laugh, "You...are quite cheesy, Professor."
He seems to blush himself, laughing softly along with you, "Yes, but it's true. I am deeply moved by you, Y/n...you are quite rare." Your eyes flash up to his and notice the sincerity playing across his features, his brows knitting together. You blush and look back down at the water. "I really do admire you..." His deep, lazy tone continues, "You have kept your heart open and tender, and somehow remain kind through such...unimaginable pain and loss. You...are a treasure. I feel incredibly lucky to get to love you..."
You smile at him shyly, touched by his remarks. "I'm the lucky one, Severus. You're an absolute gem...and I feel incredibly fortunate to have the privilege of seeing you up-close like this. Of knowing you." It's his turn to blush and look away, and you both seem a bit flustered and touched by the other's words.
He moves close to you, stooping down and gently cupping your face in his hand. He holds your gaze a moment before his eyes drop to your lips, then back up to your eyes. He leans in slowly and kisses you tenderly, so softly as if you're the most precious, delicate thing he's ever held.