Severus Snape Oneshots

Red

A/N I am taking requests, you can comment down here or pm me (angst/ fluff/maybe smut)

I woke up that day in particular with an anguished breath already clouding my mind. It took me longer than usual to get ready too. Sitting there in the great hall with not a ready mind I kept getting pulled into hollow thought, long abandoned and forsaken, it seemed to have been curtailed so far that even its sire had rejected and ignored it to a length that even they no longer remember what it was about, then i thought of him, pretty unusual and quaint shift in thoughts, could hardly make sense of it, maybe there was a connection far beyond my comprehension, I found myself smiling looking down at my hand playing with ring on my finger i scarcely remember Minerva giving it although she would never react to wearing it, which was rather odd.

The chair behind me felt the air of him pass behind and sit next to it. My head turned to meet his gloaming eyes, two strands of hair framing his face as he flicked them away, I gave him a smile to receive a nod, he has never been one to outwardly express his emotions or so I like to think, there is no way he was not exceptionally proud of a few of his students or maybe I was wrong. Severus's hand raised to call onto two of the Gryffindor students "10 points from Gryffindor" he declared snatching a book they had been carrying into his hands he slowly opened it as the students began walking back to their table, he dug his nose into the book reading its contents and raised a brow looking straight at the blonde haired boy who hid his face and avoided any chance of eye contact with his potions professor.

He let the book down as Professor Dumbledore took his seat and everyone commenced breakfast, Severus excused himself as soon as that. He would do that often, hide himself in his classroom in the dungeons, he was uncomfortable eating before the whole lot of students to say the least. I grabbed a plate filling it with enough food for the two of us and traced his path, he had been sitting on his desk scribbling words on the parchment before him, I knocked on his door slightly to get his attention, he looked at me with the familiar irrational look "There is no need for this, you should know better" I dramatically imitated him from the first time. He sighed in defeat and continued his work as i lay the dish on his table and closed the door, no matter the circumstance I would not want any of those god awful kids spotting us in a close proximity, "These buns are great" I boasted, he looked at the scrumptious baked goods on the table and back at his quill, he was probably afraid of ruining the perfect piece of paper before him, I raised it to his mouth

"I can eat myself I Have been blessed with a pair hands L/N" He said

"Then why aren't you?"

"In case you haven't noticed or you just plan to ignore every one of my move, I am busy" he said in his voice like the one where he would berate his students "or maybe you are just astonishingly daft"

"Probably" i smiled, he took a deep breath and put aside his work and proceeded to awkwardly pick the muffin from the plate "I can go if you want" I assured making sure he was not uncomfortable

"Stay" he said in the faintest whisper, my heart almost burst I remembered all the times we sat in this very room with each other having empty and silent conversations but it didn't feel forced or deliberate. I laughed to myself remembering the time I rested my table onto his desk "Tch I spilled god knows how many potions on there" he had scolded and began brushing my hair with his fingers tugging at the knots a small smile did creep onto his face too when he heard the room full of giggles
The other time I remember assisting him clean the class and dumped and entire box of powder over me, he clicked his tongue walking toward me annoyed he bent to pick the box from the ground, and i looked at him through the dusty eyelashes, he was shaking his heads and muttering angry words lily clumsy, my breath stopped when he stood just a few inches from me in that moment slowly raised my hand up to is cheek as his eyes protruded in mine, I then quickly smeared as much of that powder on him as i could, I remember how mad he had gotten, holding my wrist in his fist he dragged me out of the classroom and barely spoke to me after, at least until he was certain that I had learnt my lesson, were we friends? I think our relationship had long transcended the very foundation in which it was necessary to label something you shared plus Severus never called anyone his friend,

He was far more reserved than anyone could possibly anticipate, he was just as byzantine as he was plain, just as sophisticated as messy, just as resilient as worn out just as human as anyone, only if everyone would take the time to soak in every stroke, every crevice and blotch painted on purpose to open its own path diverging into its own directions, explaining it in black, blue and greys, what shaped him and made him, what tames him and what breaks him, and this just what i could gather from the surface and the few bits he would let out in hushed whispers, far more complex than what I had anticipated, something still felt incomplete, if i could i would wrap my arms around and just give him a hug, he does look like he needs it. I shook my head smiling to myself and averted my gaze to him just to find him looking over at me, his mouth agaped just a little, a hint of vulnerability shading over his eyes just for a second, a mere second. His head moved along with his hand grabbing the quill and parchment again.

Severus's PoV

I saw her head angle down, she would do that getting lost in thoughts, it was anything but ethical of me to use my fostered skill of legilmens to such use but the kind of thoughts I had about her were hardly righteous maybe in their own right. Her head travelled through our past encounters leaving that one out, of course she did not remember how could she? I altered her memories after all.

Selfish

That's what I was, that's what I had always been.

Erased it, made her forget.

All because I couldn't live with my pathetic, stubborn self. The night we shared and the events which led to it. Oh how my hand fit in every of her body how every whimper sounded a cheer, how i would give anything for it to happen again, but could not bare the cost of things. I let go I had to, for her sake if not only mine

Yet here she sat in front of me thinking of me, us. Making me feel understood, acknowledging me as me. That was more than what a lot have done, not that I deserved it. Then again, shes been what most haven't, kind.

Black, Blue and grey she said she forgot

Red

My love

The enmity it was, the remorse it brought forth, how it moulded me, mutated me. If she were nameless she'd be love, if I were nameless I'd be love.

A part of me tugs at the strings of my heart asks me to grab the night and hold the cold moon, I wish I could change any difference there was between the day and night all for her

Do I change her name or mine?

I wish I were not a coward, so my work could be my work and love be my work

My heart sank as our eyes met again. She would never be complete again without the memories I took from her. They will constantly pull at the back of her mind and she'll be reminded of which everytime she sees but there's nothing to be done. My Love must be locked and stored somewhere else, where I wouldn't have to face it.

I looked away bringing the paper and quill to me, perhaps my portrait will have to be painted without red.

A/N Hope you guys like this one! Kind of rushed it but I am still proud of it