✨Sonnet✨ | Severus Snape x Reader

✨11✨

If you had told me in my first year that Professor Snape was going to be baking me a chocolate cake on our date, I would have never believed it, but here it was, absolutely delicious. I felt kind of guilty for not doing anything special in return.

"Don't feel guilty, it's my treat." Snape replied without looking up from his food. He stopped after a moment and looked up again. "That was in your head again, wasn't it?"

I nodded, and he muttered an apology, face turning stoic again. "I don't mind. I'll practice my occlumency for next time."

He nodded, but there was an unspoken acknowledgement in the air. 

Next time.

In a flash my brain was flooded with images of a future, of me and Snape growing closer and a potential relationship, and I was trying so, so, so hard to stop the thoughts before it got too embarrassing. Him reading my mind was going to be the death of me.

"My mistresses eyes are nothing like the sun." Snape spoke, his voice cutting through my thoughts, and grounding me back to reality. We made eye contact, and he gave a slight nod for me to continue it.

"Coral is far more red than her lips red." And now my mind wasn't on him, it was desperately trying to remember the sonnet, line by line, distracting.

He looked slightly proud as I listed the lines.

"Occlumency lesson number one." Severus gave the tiniest of smiles. "Bring your mind to the present, and don't let your head get flooded."

I flushed, slightly embarrassed. I continued reciting the poem in my head as Snape finished off his glass of wine and regarded me. The fluttering in my stomach wouldn't settle, though.

After a moment, he reached across the table, hand slipping over mine as his face remained neutral. His thumb lightly drew a circle on my palm, and I felt warmth run through me.

"If hairs be wires, black wires grown on her head." I recited aloud, closing my eyes as if to ignore him, trying desperately not to let anything get to me. He almost smirked as I began to struggle controlling myself.

Note to self: don't let Snape drink wine.

"I have seen roses damasked red and white-"

"But no such roses see I in her cheeks." He replied, his other hand reaching across the table and barely grazing my cheek.

"Professor Snape-" My voice caught as my eyes fluttered open again, the tickling sensation of his fingers on my face immediately drawing unholy images into my brain.

"Severus." He reiterated, voice calm.

"Severus." I whispered as his hand finally landed on my jaw, thumb running along the cheekbone.

I had thought about what it would be like to be close with him so often, but now it was actually happening, everything felt wrong. My stomach was full of butterflies; I was supposed to be sexy and composed and maybe wearing lingerie, but instead I was feeling bloated from the cake and I'm pretty sure I had dropped some of the pasta sauce on myself. This really wasn't how I imagined it.

"I can always wait." Snape's hand began to recoil slightly. Damn legilimens.

No.

"It is our first date, after all. I may not know much about talking to women, but you never take it too far on a first date." My mind raced to take it back, and Severus huffed out an amused breath as he continued to pull his hands away. "At least let me clean the mess away before we talk about this."