Sketches (Snape X Reader)

Everyone who had met Mrs. (F/N) Snape would say that she had boundless energy and an unwavering cheerful attitude that could make anyone's day better.
Many people, including yourself, could not begin to piece together what Severus even liked about you anyways, as it was obvious you two were complete opposites. For one, you actually enjoyed working among children as the 'Wizard Art' professor at Hogwarts. You were very passionate about the arts, and so you desired to pass on the knowledge to those few students that were interested.

Another new school year came around, and so far, it was going well for you. The classes you taught were small and hard working, which was nice. You could be relaxed and easygoing, just as you liked.

One gorgeous day towards the end of September, you had decided that a walk with your husband would be lovely. Gathering your sketchbooks, your wand, and your favorite quill (it was enchanted so that it never needed ink, so it was perfect for drawing)-and headed for the dungeons where Severus taught. Before you were all the way down the stairs, the sounds of rowdy children came from the classroom. Shaking your head in amusement, you pushed your way through the door.

Then, almost immediately, everyone's eyes fell on you, and they became silent.

"Hey, who's that Ron?" Harry whispered.
"You know, I'm not sure. Do you think Dumbledore finally got us a replacement potions teacher?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. That is Mrs. Snape. She's the one that teaches art class."
"Snape is married? How does his wife put up with him?"
"I do believe that is none of your business, Mr. Weasley." Snape said flatly. "For homework, I want all three of you to write an essay on why you shouldn't stick your nose where it does not belong." 

The bells rang.

"Class dismissed."
"Nice going Ron." Harry grumbled as they walked out.
"I wanted to know."
"Well, 'wanting to know' got us more homework. As if we didn't have enough already."

The remainder of the students poured out of the room until it was just you and Severus. You walked up to him, and pecked his cheek.

"Don't you think that was a bit harsh, dear?" You chided.
"They need to learn somehow (F/N). No one needs to know about my personal life." he said.
"You must have had a rough day."
"I believe that the record for the most cauldrons exploded in one day has been surpassed. So yes, I've had a rough day."
You chuckled. "Well...why don't we go for a walk before dinner, hm? It might help."
"Fine."

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The air was crisp, and showers of colored leaves fell from the treetops. Their crunching sound was soft and pleasing to hear.  You kept your drawing supplies tucked safely under one arm, and held your husband's hand with the other. It was peaceful. Sighing happily, you pressed closer to Severus. His eyes went wide, and he quickly shifted them around to make sure no one was watching. You both kept going until you reached a small lake, and sat on a large rock. The Potions professor stared out at the water, saying nothing. You quickly got out your quill and sketchbook, and started to draw.

Time passed pleasantly, and you were nearly done with your sketch.

"Are you drawing me?!" Severus asked quickly.
"Yes dear. Now don't move, or I'll mess up!"

He didn't move anymore until you were completely done.

"There, perfect!" You exclaimed, handing him the parchment.
"My nose is not right."
"That's because you moved when I was doing it. Do you like it?"

The professor pondered the art. After a few moments, he looked into your (E/C) eyes.

"I love it (F/N)." he replied, smiling one of his rare smiles.

{The End}