Love Thy Enemy [Severus x Reader]
Warning: NFSW towards the end, has an explicit sexual scene so below 18 kids stay away
It was common knowledge that the Gryffindor Head of House and the Slytherin Head of House were cut throat enemies. They represented the best of both their houses and had a legendary history of mutual loathing befitting the almost galactic level of rivalry displayed by the Lions and the Snakes.
And it served no better purpose that both were polar opposites of each other in most respects.
Professor Y/N L/N was a classic Gryffindor. Terrific offensive duelist, expert charms mistress, fantastic at transfiguration, irrevocably just, unmovably fair and benignly compassionate, you were the epitome of virtue with a healthy dash of mischievous fun mixed in that. Your students believed that you were a creature composed solely of everything good in the world. It certainly didn't hurt that complementary to your unparalleled beauty and untamed kindness and good humour half the school was in love with you.
Professor Severus Snape on the other hand was everything on a paradigm level opposite to you. Excellent in non verbal magic, a Potion's prodigy having skills never seen before, practically unbeatable in a no bars hold duel and a master of the infamous Dark Arts; he was irrefutably biased, unseemingly prickly, bitterly cynical and rudely sarcastic. There was not a caring bone in his body nor a gentle gesture in his soul. Almost hated on a universal level in the school, sometimes people believed he might be one of the most detestable human beings to have ever walked the surface of the planet. It certainly didn't earn him any favours that he looked like a Transylvanian horror story and had a thick shroud of terrifying mystery surrounding him in general.
If you were made of light and silk then he was weaved from the blackest viscous darkness. If you were an Angel sent from the highest clouds of Paradise then he was a Demon creeping out from the dreariest depths of Hell.
But there were certain similarities both of you shared almost equally which never failed to baffle both the Hogwarts staff and the student body.
Both of you were ferociously protective of your respective houses. Had a nasty tendency to concoct the most creative and painfully humiliating of punishments and almost always seemed to be at the right moment to catch the oblivious students. You both were the undisputed masters of your respective fields; transfiguration and potions and could run circles around the best of the academetia. Scathingly intelligent and sharp as a whip you both couldn't help but share a smug smile or a conspiratory smirk when someone would make a fool out of themselves in front of you.
Yet the differences were jarring enough that it kept the chasm between both of you and fanned the flames of your mutual hatred. Quidditch just seemed to add to that immensely, escalating the situation exponentially.
It was amusing on the best days and positively terrifying during the bad ones.
Yet it was familiar enough to the students and staff that the vitriolic exchange of cutting remarks you both would spit at the other in a steady stream hardly deterred your respective houses from watching on in amused anticipation as they placed bets as to who would win this time.
"It was hilarious Mionie! You missed it!"
"Ronald! I hardly think that we should be gossiping about our teachers in this way."
"Oh come on Mione! Loosen up! Its not like they don't know what the students say behind their backs."
"He is right you know. Hardly anything could go by Professor L/N and Snape without them getting an air of it."
"Yeah mate its kinda spooky you know."
Hermione sighed and let her friends bicker good naturedly as three of them sauntered (read tumbled ungracefully) under Harry's invisibility cloak towards the Hogwarts kitchen in the middle of the night.
"You two idiots! Why didn't you eat dinner at the Hall earlier. I knew you both would feel hungry later."
The bushy haired Gryffindor groused while Ron elbowed her mistakenly as Harry tried to avoid tripping over his feet as they moved in an awkward three way walk trying their hardest not to awake the entire castle.
"We were very tired after the match Mionie! We kinda flopped on the bed and fell asleep. Couldn't even celebrate properly."
Ron grumbled but brightened instantly remembering their outstanding win at the game. The Slytherin team's faces should have been captured closely and laminated on their walls.
"I would want to hurry guys. Don't want to get caught by the greasy git prowling around the halls like a bloody vampire. Lord knows he would be in a terrible mood today."
Harry whispered while they made their way past the long stoned empty corridors in search of the kitchen.
"A sour loser isn't he? That great musty dungeon bat?"
"Don't worry mate. If he sneers too much we'll sic Prof Y/N over him. She'll kick his bony ass all the way to kingdom come!"
Ron giggled along with Harry as Hermione clicked in disapproval. The Boy who lived was about to placate his best friend and perhaps attempt to make her see the truth in their words when he noticed light coming out from an empty classroom.
"Why is their light coming from there?"
"Uhh.. maybe we should leave it alone and be our way. None of these undue curiosity has ever worked for us boys."
"True Hermione but what if its something dangerous? All these years our instincts have helped us survive and save Hogwarts numerous times."
"And also managed to get us almost crushed, obliviated, poisoned, cursed, pulverised so on and so forth. But whatever you say mate."
Harry glared at his red haired taller friend and he grinned unapologetically. There was an element of truth in there though.
Still curiosity as usual got better of the Golden trio as they inched closer to the light and peeped through the slightly ajar door making sure that their cover was still on fully. Upon peeping in they realised that it wasn't a classroom like they had originally believed but seemed like some teacher's living quarters.
And the sight meeting them inside left them nothing short of dumbfounded.
There was a warm fire roaring in the fire place and stacks of papers, books and scrolls laid littered all over the place.
You were seated on a wide armchair facing the door, your hair let down from its usual French braid to fall in soft waves till your waist, your long coat neatly folded behind your chair leaving you in your dark blue dress, your bare feet propped on the footstool showing the delicate arch of your ankles. You were wearing reading glasses which had framed your beautiful doe shaped eyes as they kept roaming methodically along the lines of probably some student's assignment. You had never appeared so comfortable and out of your usual poise in front of anyone.
Yet that probably wasn't the reason Harry, Hermione and Ron kept gawking at you completely shocked out of their wits. It was the sight of their terrifying Potions Professor fitted in the same chair with you, curled up like a massive black contended cat on your soft chest.... fast asleep. He was taller than you by atleast a foot and possessed a wiry athletic strength which made him look like he could most certainly snap you in half. Yet sleeping with his mouth slightly open, silky black hair spread innocently over his lax face, wearing what looked like a threadbare white nightshirt, frame trusting and turned towards you, he looked painfully fragile.
Very much a human and not his usual dour Vampiric phantom self.
The three huddled Gryffindors looked on gobsmacked as they noticed one of your graceful petite hands run through Snape's hair with tenderness. Your eyes never left the pages turning automatically in the magically suspended parchment in the air as a quill kept scratching on it but your hands were busy caressing the pliant sleeping body in your arms carefully... affectionately.
The patterns looked naturally transcended from a long familiarity and Ron almost had to bite his tongue to keep the gasp in when you bent your head to press your lips on Severus's inky black dishevelled head. You kissed his head a few times absently, your mind miles away from the present as your unwittingly unnoticed audience struggled to tear their eyes away from both of you.
You turned to see the time on the wall clock and sighed tiredly. The parchments sailed away automatically and got neatly stacked in a modest tower at the side table. Then you turned all your attention towards the slumbering man in your arms.
You cracked a loving smile and wrapped your arms around his body, gently brushing the hair off his face. There was something so reverent in the way you were looking down at the Slytherin Professor that it forced the still stone shocked spectators to avert their eyes. It seemed too sacred an emotion to be seen by someone else.
"Sev, sweetheart wake up. We need to relocate you to the bed if you don't want to wake up with a sore neck next morning."
Your voice was so soft and low that they had to strain their ears to hear the words properly. Snape stirred and let out what might have been a protest but came out more like an oddly sorrowful crooning from your chest where he had fully turned his face, in an attempt to bury himself into you. You reciprocated the voice replicating it and rubbed his back soothingly.
You gently coaxed him awake with tiny kisses on his shut eyes, the bridge of his nose, the arch of his cheekbones, the sharp edge of his jaw, the corners of his thin lips. When you sucked a kiss on his Adam's apple, he came to with a low moan.
"Sorry love. Just want to get you to the bed. Come on now."
You helped him up as he looked around looking adorably sleep soft, blinking his eyes slowly. You could feel all your love collect in the crevices of your heart to over fill your heavy chest with emotion. Somedays it became next to impossible to articulate in mere words as to how much you loved this man.
Hermione's observant eye caught the light being reflected off the beautiful emerald gem encased within a circle of sparkling diamonds embedded in a ring which was around your neck tied with a string. Immediately she turned her calculative gaze on Severus and noticed another plainer but expensive look ring tied with a similar string around his neck.
"How late is it? Why didn't you wake me up? I have to patrol..."
Severus finally said having gathered his bearings.
"Honey, we talked about this. You are not to patrol on days after getting called by Volde.."
Snape's eyes widened in lingering fear and you shook your head once, biting your tongue in a smidge of guilt. His hands trembled as you brought them to your lips. You took his left arm and pressed a kiss directly on the Dark Mark as if to soothe the sting of pain your careless use of the monster's name had caused.
It was beneficial for your three Lion cubs that their gasps of shock was masked by Severus's own. He bent his head low, his hair forming a curtain of silken black beneath which he could hide his shame. You would have none of that. You brought out his face brushing off the strands of hair and rested your chin on his chest to look upwards to him.
"I am sorry darling. Force of habit. Anyways, forget about the patrol. One night without it wouldn't harm anyone."
"Sev you desperately need to rest. The way you are working. It won't be long till you crash and burn. Classes, refilling the Potions supply for the infirmary, spying for the Order, the Dark Lord's frequent bouts of insanity and that pink toad Umbridge on top of that. It's unhealthy."
"And I have always been the poster boy for health haven't I?"
"Don't be smart to me husband."
Hermione had to push her hands over Ron and Harry's mouths to stop them from yelping.
Severus half smiled which was perhaps the most genuine look of affection which the three hidden heroes had ever seen their bitter Potion's Professor showing. The taller Slytherin brushed your hair off your tired face with an uncharacteristic gentleness and leaned forward to touch his cruel thin lips to your forehead in a feather light caress.
"As you wish then.. wife."
You smiled brightly and tugged his hand as he followed you into what probably was your bedroom, beyond Harry and his friends's line of sight. Which was fine to be honest, cause neither of the three were sure they wanted to see anything more happening between both of you.
Harry, Ron and Hermione tumbled back to their common room, forgetting completely what they had initially set out to do, their brains working a mile a minute (read only Hermione's coz the boys were still trying to process the fact that you were married to the dungeon bat and looked quite in love).
"I can't.. what was that? They were.. then... but... how... when.. don't they despise each other?"
"All those fights, the screaming matches, the stink eyes, the cut throat competition for the House Cup.... everything was.. is.. "
"Staged. They were acting. Pretending for everyone's sake. It is all a charade. They don't hate each other. Never have..."
Hermione told them what they were too scared to say openly. Harry frowned confused and shaken.
Ron looked out into the Hogwarts grounds and sighed.
"That is the question aint it mate. If that was fooling us then.. what else out there is for show? What else are they hiding?"
Hermione and Harry remained quiet, deep in their own pensive thoughts.
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Meanwhile in your bedroom Severus looked upwards at the ceiling worriedly.
"Are you sure that was a correct move? What if it backfir...ahh! Merlin."
His words ended up in a whimpering moan as you laved his sweat off the sensitive rose coloured nipple. He gasped and moaned arching off the bed as you closed your lips around it, sucking on it with fervour.
"They are smart enough and like you said incredibly attuned to falling into the very trouble which we all try to remove them from. They might have come to know about this sooner or later. Better it is on our terms."
You said humming against his skin before running your wicked tongue down his trail of dark hair into his groin and he clasped the bed sheets tightly groaning.
"Bet that might have repulsed them eno...ahhh! Y/N!"
Your palm smarted from where you had slapped his supple arse cheek swiftly having bent over one of his powerful legs with hilarious ease. It was so easy bending him to your will when he becomes a puddle of begging nerves beneath you.
"What did I tell you about insulting yourself in front of me?"
Severus swallowed and opened his eyes looking at your flushed face, hair spread wildly down your naked frame, holding his leg up, bent from the knee still.
You clucked and smacked his already red arse cheek hard again making him yelp and then moan.
Severus gasped and panted squirming to get your warm hand to touch his aching skin again. You got the hint and started spanking him with renewed vigour this time having him hold both his legs up to give you access to that delectable bum.
His toe tingling moans and desperate groans turned into pleasure filled sobs when his skin was raw and red and burning and he finally cried out.
"Ma'am.. m..ma'am. Sorry ma'am..."
He whimpered and felt his already rock hard cock throb in pleasure as you stroked his hot arse gently with your lips.
You kissed your way around the trembling crimson cheeks and reached that pink rosette of his entrance. He may have anticipated your next move because you heard his choked words from above.
"Darling.... darling..Y/N you don't have to...to.. do that... I have the lube somewhere.. around.. oh God!"
Never let it be said that Y/N Snape wasn't wild in bed. You should thank Charity for the book and the cleaning charm. You knew Sev was loud in bed specially when he was bottoming but this was something else entirely. He went completely wild, writhing uncontrollably (thank God for magical restrains or else you weren't sure whether silk might have held him in) mouth open as loud unrestrained moans poured out from him. You were half aware that his brain had probably turned to mush as you concentrated in working him open with your skillful tongue.
"Oh God! Oh fuck... oh... Merlin... Y/N please.. please... I can't... ahhh.."
You smirked raising yourself up and saw your husband sprawled helplessly on the bed, sweaty, flushed and shaking with pleasure. You licked his thick cock and grinned mentally hearing his breathless pants.
"Oh God yes! Yes please..."
"Show time then honey..."
You had read about double sensations somewhere and wanted desperately to try it. But it needed to have that edge of surprise to it to work best so you had to completely distract your lover while prepping to attack him surreptitiously. And what will be better than to suck his soul out of that huge cock. He hardly noticed you levitating the jar of lube towards yourself and dipping your long fingers inside generously as you suckled his aroused hot flesh noisily.
Severus didn't feel the gentle intrusion at first but when you increased your speed of sucking and pushed in three fingers through his loosened, kiss wetted entrance his brain exploded in a blinding flash of white.
Not even you had anticipated hitting his prostate at first try. Your mouth filled with the bitter tang of his release as he came hard wailing in irresistible pleasure as your fingers kept fucking him through the powerful orgasm. He was overstimulated and each brush of your slender appendage against his prostate sent sparks down his nerve endings making him cry out as you sucked him dry and cleaned off the excess come with your tongue simultaneously.
Neither of you had realised his fingers were tangled in your tresses by then having left the crumpled bed sheets. You winced as the pressure was released from your hair and drew your fingers out of him gently, sitting back up and stretching your limbs languidly like a satisfied tigress. Then you smiled gently noticing your husband's eyes closed, his flushed face lax and his lashes thick on his rapidly cooling cheeks.
You had fucked the poor man straight into post coital sleep.
You cleaned yourself up with a well casted charm but opted to do it the muggle way with Sev. There was something so beautifully intimate about cleaning your partner after making love. You brought a warm wet flannel and wiped him clean carefully before putting a cooling charm to dry the sweat. You managed to clean the mess on the bed quite easily (no one said being magical didn't help in the household).
Then you climbed in beside your beloved Slytherin who was pleasantly dreaming about you probably and curled up on his chest contended. His arms came automatically to wrap around you and you tugged the blanket around both of your naked entangled bodies.
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"I can't believe you Professor Snape! You defend your Slytherins most unfairly."
Professor Y/N shouted in indignation. Professor Snape just looked suitably bored.
"That's rich coming from you Professor Y/N considering its my Slytherin who is admitted to the infirmary."
"It was your Slytherin who started this entire duel in the corridor nonetheless."
"Of course. And your precious Gryffindor did nothing to provoke him? Poor little darling, the unfairly victimized party."
"Waxing eloquent wouldn't change the truth Professor. I will take this to the Headmaster."
"Be my guest Professor. He will most likely feed you sugary tart deserts and send you on your way."
Their classes of students surreptitiously exchanged bets under their breaths as the two kept at it viciously.
Only Harry, Hermione and Ron noticed the flash in their respective eyes which others conveniently wrote off as anger or rather loathing.
"Merlin! Were we that blind?"
Harry asked Hermione incredulously to which she just shrugged her shoulders listlessly.
"I think that there may have been Greater men being fooled by these two."
