Headcanon (crossover with percy jackson) in which a demigod daughter of aphrodite who is redheaded with curly hair and dark brown eyes falls in love with severus and he knows it. It's the first time I ask anything here, I love your blog ☺😊❤
Her name is Eri, and everyone loves her. Her hair falls in scarlet ringlets around her shoulders like a blood-red mane. Her eyes are bright and shine like polished topaz. She tans to a lovely olive, her skintone even and always free of blemishes. Her steps are small and light. She never stutters. They call her a goddess, but that’s not quite true.
Her mother is a goddess. Her father is merely an accountant.
Eri knows that the allure that rolls over her body like an invisible perfume is simply a gift passed down by her absent mother, but she can’t help but feel a bit cheated.
It’s not that people love her that bothers her. It’s that they can’t help but love her.
Her father isn’t a wizard, but her aunt is, and this is why she has been given a choice- go to the United States to the ghastly-sounding “Camp Half-blood” or attend Hogwarts, which, though it has a ghastly name, has a reputation that precedes it. She loves her wand. It fills her full of a sense of potential that her goddess-given gifts do not.
“Some of us would like to get to classes on time instead of sitting behind a vain girl obsessed with her reflection,” comes the acerbic growl from behind her. She turns her head away from the large silver mirror hanging in the Slytherin Common Room, perplexed by this gruff treatment. No one speaks to her this way, not even her father when he is at his most cross.
She is greeted by a scowling, pinched face with an almost comically hooked nose. He gives off the impression of a scrawny bird with puffed-up pin feathers. The boy is a year or two older than she is, she realizes. He was sitting near the end of the Slytherin table after she was Sorted, but she’s never really crossed paths with him much. She’s been at Hogwarts long enough to know that he mostly keeps to himself.
“Er…and your name?” she asks dumbly.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about introductions,” he sneers, saying the word pretty as though it’s an insulting word, “just get out of my way.”
She moves to the side and he pushes his way through. She belatedly notices the stacks of books under both of his arms and then the soft thud of a single book as it escapes and hits the floor. He continues moving quickly, as though trying to get out of the Common Room before anyone else can see him. By the time she’s picked the book up, he is gone.
“Hmm,” she murmurs, her lipstick forgotten on the mantle, “that’s odd…my heart is…”
She places her hand over her chest, feeling her heart thud against her fingers.
Odd. Shouldn’t she be unhappy about having been insulted?
Eri searches for the boy, telling herself that she just wants to return the book to him (though it sounds more and more like a lie the more she thinks the words), but it proves difficult. Sure, she knows she could just bring it back to the library, but something tells her that she wants to give it back to him, specifically. She checks the card on the inside of the front cover and reads the name written on the most recent entry.
“S. Snape,” she says slowly, tracing her finger over the curve of the first letter. “I wonder what it stands for.”
They don’t have any classes together, which makes tracking him down far more difficult than she’d thought. After their initial encounter, he seems to change his routine enough to get up earlier than she normally does, which is irritating, as Eri is not a morning person, goddess blood be damned.
Still, she forces herself to rise earlier, finding that it’s quite a lot easier to get out of the Common Room when the others are not yet about, asking her for tips on their hairstyles or their make up. Eri has a weakness for lipsticks in different colors, but she rarely needs any other makeup, and finds reapplying it tiresome.
It takes her a week, but she catches him just as he steps out into the dungeon hall.
“Uh…Snape? Wait!” she shouts, because she doesn’t know his first name, and because there’s a weird sense of discomfort rising in her chest. None of the other boys inspire this feeling in her and they write her poetry and fall at her feet and ask her on dates nearly every day.
Snape turns his head ever so slightly to the side and then continues down the hall even more quickly than before. Eri has to sprint to catch up with him, especially when he picks up his pace to the point that he’s nearly jogging, and he has surprisingly long legs under his shabby-looking robes. It’s only the books that slow him down enough that Eri finally catches up to him, panting, with the book clasped against her chest.
“I…wanted…to….re…return…this….” she pants, handing the book out with one hand and looking up, smiling weakly.
He stares at her for a long moment as though expecting her to trick him, and she feels her cheeks growing hot.
“What are you?” he snarls.
“What?” She’s taken aback by his question, which is more accusation than anything.
“You have a weird smell,” he replies bluntly, “Do you have Veela blood or something?”
Eri snatches the book back and glares at him. “Are you aware that it’s very rude to tell someone that they smell weird?”
“It’s the truth,” he replies slowly, his eyes more on the book than her.
For some reason, this both irritates and relieves Eri. He wants the book. Not her.
“It’s still rude!” she manages to say, feeling foolish for repeating herself.
“That’s mine,” he says, jutting his chin out to indicate the book.
“Yeah, that’s what I was-” she’s feeling flustered again. She watches his eyes glitter as he regards the book with an almost covetous expression.
She wants to be looked at like that and know it’s not her mother’s magic making him do it. It’s such a specific, stupid wish that she nearly smirks at how impossible it is.
“Here, then,” she replies, holding the book out again.
He grabs it quickly, but his fingers slide over hers momentarily and she is struck by how graceful and long they are. They’re soft and slightly cool, like silk, and she desperately wants to touch them again.
She realizes belatedly that she is staring intently at him and that he is frowning at her. Her blush deepens and she can barely stop herself from rushing forward and grasping his hand.
His eyebrows rise on his forehead for a moment and then a strange, shrewd look rises in his eyes.
“Interesting,” he says, letting out a singular barking laugh.
Eri is confused for a moment until she realizes it.
His eyes are dark and glittering with the knowledge of her crush on him as he turns and continues on his way. She stands in the middle of the hallway watching him go, her heart hammering in her chest with a singular, burning question.
What is he going to do next?