Anticipation in impertinence to this evening swallows you whole the entire day. Your pre-meditated plan was to attend the annual Halloween dinner amongst the students, and professors alike, and then take Severus to your little at-home getaway. About an hour before dinner, you pull out a short, black victorian lace dress. Embellished intricacies along the full sleeves, but extremely formfitting, and modern. The dress falls just along your upper thigh, and the necking delicately frames your face. Your (y/c/h) falls in beautiful, classic waves down your back, as you grab for small silver earrings. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you slip on your narrow, tall, black stilettos. Finishing your final touches, you feel eyes penetrating your back. “I-, my God.” You hear behind you, as you look into the mirror. Slowly turning around, you give him a wink, reaching for his hand. His eyes are wide open, taking you in. “An absolute vision.” He mutters under his breath before twirling you, taking ever ounce of your skin in. He comes back to reality as you stand in front of him, “And to what do I owe the privilege for this?” he says. Taking his face in your hands you say against a firm, passionate kiss “You’ll have to wait, and find out.”. He, in a state of confusion and hunger follows you out of the room, en route to the Main Hall. Before he does, you see him slip something into his jacket, out of the corner of your eye. You are the last two to finally arrive, and when you do, all eyes are on you. Severus leads you to the main table, and as he pulls out your chair for you, he heard Gilderoy Lockhart mutter out “Fuck.” while looking you up, and down. Severus smiles a quick grin to himself, knowing that he has the woman under his arm that can captivate any room. Dinner commences, and Severus can’t help but reach out for you under the covered table, inching his large fingers toward your core. You move his hand away, back to your thigh, and he gives a small laugh, looking at you longingly. Dinner comes to an end, and as he escorts you out of the room, he goes to walk up the steps to your quarters. “Not quite.” you respond, grabbing his hand and leading him out to the little spot in Hagrid’s garden. “Where are we-“ He starts, and finishes. The charming sight of dusk rolling over the hills, heavy black lanterns in the tree, and a table decorated with candles and wine lights his eyes. His eyes look emotional, but filled with love and gratuity. “(y/f/n), this is... you did all of this?” He sputters out. “Hagrid helped me. It’s all for you.” you say outstretching a hand to show him everything. He is without words, because he’s never experienced a limitless love with reciprocation such a this. He picks you up, hands supporting you, as you wrap your legs around him. You throw your head back laughing, and he says “Thank you.” as he sets you back down, taking everything in. You lead him to the little table, and he sits down, and pours you both a glass of wine. He takes your hand across the table, and looks at you without falter, “I trust you know how much love I harbor for you, and I will continue to give you every second of it, as long as I live.”. You smile, holding his hand up to your face, kissing it, “And I, always.”. You spend the evening laughing, drinking, and in displays of affection. He is your entire world. You notice a small conglomeration of professors watching from afar, thinking you can’t see them. “I believe we have a small crowd” You say, giving them a small wave. He laughs, in amazement that his life has grown to foster something such as this. Basking in this winsome scene, he reaches in his heavy jacket pocket. A velvet box fills his palm, and just as he pulled it out, he slides it across the table to you.
