Severus Snape Oneshots

S.S x student reader (platonic)

Everybody is still standing there in shock.. First, the badass, rich, notorious, unbreakable, Y/n has a breakdown and then Snape dismisses class early?!.....

What in Merlin's fucking beard just happened?

"I said .Everybody.. OUT! Read page 110 to 120 for homework.." Everybody quickly shuffles out of the room, not wanting to be there another minute.

The classroom is now deserted and then Snape walks away. Oh God. What's going to happen.

Now I'm full on sobbing as I cover my face. My sleeves fall down in the process. I'm too busy trying to focus on my breathing, I don't even hear Snape come out.

He puts his hand on my shoulder and I whimper.

"Please... Please don't hurt me.." I whisper, my voice cracking.

"I'm not going to hurt you Ms. Y/l/n" he says quietly, as he takes his hand off of my shoulder.

He sets down something on the table in front of me and kneels on the ground beside me.

"Y/n, take a deep breath. I brought you a calming draught, please drink it." He says.

I bring my hands down my face. Oh fuck. I just realized my sleeves were bunched up.

I quickly pull them down and pick up the calming draught.

My tears are still flowing, but not as rapidly.

"Y/n, I believe I saw something on your arms. May I see them?" He asks, after a moment.

I'm so embarrassed and stressed out. I know that I don't have much of a choice so I slowly nod my head yes. I scoot out my chair a bit more so he can stand up in front of me.

I shakily hold my arms out and then he gently rolls up my sleeves.

Even with him being oddly gentle, those marks still fucking hurt. I whimper quietly and he notices.

"Sh sh sh. I'm sorry I'm trying to be careful." He gently coaxes.

I shyly look up at him, cringing internally. I feel so vulnerable right now.

When I look up at his face, I see his jaw clenching as he looks at the huge hand mark around my wrist. I silently watch him as he studies the scabs and scars on my arms. I furrow my brows, attempting to read his expression. Annoyance? No. Pity? Anger? No, not anger.

Seething. Rage.

My jaw slightly drops. Does he actually care?.. No way. Not Severus Snape the Dungeon Bat.

"How did you get this?" He asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

"M-My parents" I whisper.

He stays silent for a moment. This is honestly the first time I've ever seen him not know what to say.

"They expect s-so much from me. I have to learn h-how to have table manners, act like a proper lady, keep my mouth shut, and follow ridiculous rules. E-Even when I don't do anything wrong they're angry with me.. Nothing's ever good enough for them. Not my effort, nor my grades." I sob, as I finish rambling.

He does something unexpected.

He pulls me into a hug.

"There there." He rubs my back

At first I'm freaking out. But then I realized it's just a hug. I eventually melt into him as I let sobs rack my body. He doesn't say anything, he just holds me and continues to rub my back.

After a good few minutes I pull away.

"I-I'm sorry. I got y-your robes wet. I'll uhm.. I'll just go" my voice cracks.

"No, it's alright. I-I'm sorry." He even sounds confused with himself, like "sorry" is some foreign word to him "I should be the one to apologize. You're right. I don't know what truly goes on in people's homes." He looks genuinely upset with himself.

I don't know what to say.

"I have a healing potion and ointment for uh-" he kinda waves his hands in the general direction of my arms.

"T-Thank you." I say.

He goes to his supply closet and I sit back down, staring at the ground.

He pulls a chair up in front of me and I look up. He waves his wand doing some sort of spell. I realize that he brought a teapot over. The teapot started filling the two cups up.

I hold out my hand assuming he would hand me the ointment. But instead, he opens up the jar.

I pause "I don't want to waste any more of your time. It's fine I don't need Madam Pomfrey or anything. They'll heal on their own... They mostly do." I whisper the last part to myself.

"Nonsense. You don't want them to get infected, it's a nasty sight to see and they won't heal properly." He says.

I don't even bother to ask how the hell he would know that... He says it like it's something he has experience with..- like he's Madam Pomfrey or something. I suppose it makes a little sense if he brews healing potions?..

He gestures for me to hold my arms out. He gently applies the ointment and after that, hands me a healing potion. I drink it and grimace.

"That's why I made tea" he says, acknowledging my disgusted face. I could have sworn I saw the edges of his lips slightly curl up in a smile.

"Thank you." I truly meant it.

After drinking tea in silence, he finally says something.

"If this happens again, please let me know. Dumbledore and I can help you." He looks at me.

"Okay." I simply say, not expecting such hospitality.

"I mean it. If you wish to escape your household or need help.. I will be here, as will other professors." He pauses "It happens and has happened more than you realize. Your... " He clears his throat, obviously uncomfortable "situation... What I'm trying to say, is that you aren't alone. But I understand why you would want to keep this to yourself. But please, don't suffer alone.." he says, obviously hinting at something.

I feel a lot better. I never realized how caring he could be. I almost tear up again at his words.

I stand up and pull my sleeves down since the ointment has fully dried.

"Thank you. It means.. a lot to me." I state.

He gives a nod of his head and I pack up my things, and walk out of the classroom.