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Gwen had slept with him. Her bedroom-hopping comment verified this suspicion, though Severus had known the second that he had originally spotted the unfamiliar article of clothing on her skin. The knowledge heightened when he smelled something other than alcohol on her skin. He did not want to venture a guess at the identity of this scent, but Severus knew from his reading and overheard gossip in the halls what it was. Severus felt a pang of hurt knowing that she had slept with someone else. Mostly because he valued loyalty and because his feelings for Gwen augmented more and more each time that he spent with her. Merlin, even when she was away from him, he fantasized about her; but his thoughts did not involve sexual acts that most men considered when thinking about Gwen Jones. He thought about kissing her softy, not aggressively; he thought about holding her, whispering in her ear, and telling her how beautiful she was; he wanted her to blossom for him. He wanted to see the smile spreading across her beautiful face. His hurt was quickly overcome by overwhelming anger. Not towards Gwen, but towards the scumbag who had used her for her body, enabled her to feel so terribly about herself, and caused her to scratch at her skin in a desperately animalistic way. “Gwen,” he started. When she commented about being able to make money on the streets, passion filled his voice. He stood from the bed and placed himself right in front of her. The black orbs were wide with firmness as he gripped her shoulders and asserted, “You are not just a body. You do not deserve to be treated that way. Ever.” He studied her with adoration filling his deep eyes. Nothing else masked the onyx eyes. Nothing but his pure feeling for her. “Gwenog Jones, you deserve to have someone to help you. To assure you of your beauty because you are beautiful. And I never want to hear you or anyone else to limit your value to your body.” He could have continued until his voice went hoarse, but her nails started to crack her skin and to cause it to bleed. “Don’t take this out on yourself,” he persuaded, holding her hands away from herself and intertwining their fingers. “You were not committed to me,” he reasoned. “You don’t have to be sorry. But I don’t want them to use you. They don’t deserve you. You tell yourself that you don’t deserve me. But you do. We deserve each other. I will protect you. I won’t let them do this to you.” He pecked her cheek with a kiss and said, “You are not disgusting. You are none of the obscene suggestions which you construct for yourself. If you want a shower, take one with me.” He searched her eyes for consent, for any kind of feeling, understanding her need to clean herself off. “I don’t want you to fall. That offer about the blankets and the talking stands.” His voice softened considerably with his care and fondness for her. “This can be your home. Your safe place. It never won’t be.”

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After the altercation with Gwen in the hallway, Severus Snape opted to return to his compartment for the remainder of the night. For several minutes, and without exaggeration, he remained as still as a statue in that stretch of hallway where she claimed that they had fooled around; nothing more. There was nothing more to Severus. He refused to believe that. Merlin, he was stubborn. But he had heard the stories about Gwen from Gideon. From a multitude of other people who did not speak directly to him, but among themselves in their swarms of insolent students. Ignorance coated their brains and made him want to snarl at them, and on many occasions, he had acted on this impulse. When he heard a young Hufflepuff speak of her as a slut, the verbiage increasingly repulsive, illustrating that her legs opened so often that they might remain unhinged as they were during sex, he almost punched the child. He was fuming and hot and angry and Severus never felt such intense emotions unless he heard someone cast around the word ‘Mudblood’ to delineate Lily. Could it be that he was falling for Gwen? That his demolished heart could be latching onto another person? Severus never thought that such a feat would be possible again. He swore that after Lily, he would remain a bitter hunchback with nothing but his books and an intellectual mind that went to no use. He realized that he would defend Gwen to the grave. He was human. He was feeling for someone who wasn’t the redhead, and this was the most shocking acknowledgement of them all.

Severus had no classes after that moment in the hallway, and when he finally found the strength to move, he trudged back to his compartment and threw his bag aside. If he thought that Gwen had been in real trouble or emotional duress, he would have followed after her regardless of her taunts and insults directed towards him. Severus knew better than to take them personally. Gwen was dealing with other heavy issues and her only way of coping was to insult and to push people away so that she would not have to bear the punishment of her actions. So that she did not have to feel at all. Because avoiding her problems was easier for her than confronting and solving them. He’d felt his throat tighten when she callously threw around his last name, but he had not cried. Severus knew that she would come around. When she did, he would be there to comfort her and to talk her through her problems.

An hour later, he was fast asleep on his bed. It was odd of him to find sleep during the daytime, but he did, and Severus slept soundly for many hours. Until that moment. A harsh rapping could be heard from the other side of his room. On the large wooden door that guarded him from the outside castle environment. At first, he picked up his wand defensively; but then he heard the choked sobs of Gwen, and he dropped the stick, rushing to greet the collapsed body that waited for him on the floor. Quickly, the black eyes widened with tender concern, and he was kneeling beside her. Gwen could not walk. Her face was plastered with tears and her breath smelled of alcohol. Her sentences were horribly fragmented and there was true, unrelentingly torturous sadness echoing from her voice. He lifted her with the strength that he had, kicking the door shut, and lead her to his bed. He noticed that the shirt was not hers, but that was not his focus at the moment. Severus took her into his arms warmly, and held her. He continued to coo sweetly into her ear and he lost count of the number of gentle kisses he had placed onto her forehead after ten. “Sweetheart,” he breathed softly, another kiss placed on top of her head. The long black hair was tangled and matted. “Sweetheart, Sev is here. I’m right here. What’s wrong?” He stroked her back and never once let her go. She needed the comfort and the pressure of his body right now. “I’m right here.”

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Classroom Practice | Mary and Gwen

Two o’clock, Sunday afternoon. Beams of sunlight streamed through the large windows of the empty History of Magic classroom, illuminating the specs of dust that floated lazily through the air. Mary had told Gwen to meet her here at quarter past in order to practice their assigned defense spells, assuring her that the large classroom was always empty as soon as the weekend came ‘round. Hell, it was never less than half empty during the week as well, but it’s not as if Binns minded. The man had hardly even noticed his own death, so surely absent students, both physically and mentally, were a mere annoyance if anything. But, just to be sure of the fact, Mary saw that she arrived slightly early.

She paced down the rows of empty desks, skimming her fingertips across the desktops with one hand and twirling her wand absentmindedly in the other. Mary could feel anticipation jolting down her spine like volts of electricity, the fine hairs on the nape of her neck pricking upwards. She couldn’t pinpoint why the concept of practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts sent her nerves into overdrive. Well, no. That was a lie. She knew exactly why she hated putting these concepts into practice. Mary hated that they were necessary. She hated that her incompetence with them had landed her a week’s stay in the hospital wing, and she hated that she never had enough conviction behind each spell even when she proved herself capable. Mary exhaled slowly, hopping up onto the professor’s table at the head of the room and swinging her boots back and forth. It was just practice, these were nothing more than routine spells.

Her encouraging inner monologue was broken by the door suddenly swinging open on its hinges, the old oak creaking as it went.

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Fervent Affinity|| Severus and Gwen|| Closed RP

When Severus Snape fell asleep, the girl meshed fittingly between himself and a familiar quilt had already been dozing peacefully. He made sure of her comfort, and often ran his fingers through her hair- not to disturb her- but to ensure that she was secure and slumbering. When Severus Snape woke up, Gwen was gone, the blanket still placed atop his barely-conscious form, and there was not a note to describe her departure. Nonetheless, Severus had a keen smile on his face. He was content- at the time being- for his acquaintance with the bold-mouthed Gryffindor. The previous night had been a personal milestone for him in more than one manner; and he would grasp dearly to that intimacy. A few days later, he found himself wandering an empty classroom that had been set aside specifically for dueling lessons. Hogwarts castle was humongous, and there were enough classrooms to be specialized for a particular skill. He turned around, initially to ward off attack from a presumed Gryffindor bully, but instead was faced with a friendly member of the House. The girl whom he had shared a blanket fort stood before him, and the sight of her induced a smile upon his pale face. “Did you come to duel me, Gwenog?” Severus teased, turning his wand in his hand to expand upon the humorous notion.

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You wanted to see me Professor.

“Figured you owed me an apology after the way you talked to me the other day. I’m not cruel enough to give you detention or take a Quidditch away from you, but an apology would be nice.”

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Seven Days Pass|| Severus and Gwen- Closed RP

Seven days passed. A light snow had taken to the grounds of Hogwarts. Gwen flashed across snapshots of his mind, and Severus did not even consider the moments that she screamed at him, insulted him, for he assumed them to be integrated in her drunken stupor, and not from her actual feelings. Seven days passed. And his mind remained focused on schoolwork, at times, troubled with thoughts of Lily. Always troubled by thoughts of Lily, but there was some relief when frayed by remembrance of the kiss. His first kiss. One that had been tender and with someone whom he cared about, not thrown away carelessly. Severus could acknowledge that it had been meaningful. Seven days passed- and after one week of no contact- Severus encountered Gwen at the end of another school day. The halls were still consumed with people, moving every which way, and there was much time remaining before curfew. When she came into his vision, Severus smiled. He wondered if they would have to put on a show to ward off onlookers who seemed intrigued that a strong Gryffindor like herself, known for her assertive nature and athletic ability, could get along with a weak Slytherin who was seldom remembered. "Hey, Gwen," he greeted fondly as she reached him. He thought of the note that he had looked at before sleeping each night, that she had left for him, for six nights. Seven days had passed.