H.G x Reader #12
Prompt: Being close to Snape and telling him about your preference towards women and him helping you out.
You shuffled your feet as you made your way to potions class. Classes were since long over but, you needed to speak to someone and who better to speak with than your best friend right?
You didn’t bother knocking once you got there, instead letting yourself in.
“Hey, Severus.” You mumbled gloomily, dropping your stuff onto the floor as you plopped down unceremoniously in a chair in front of him.
He looked up at you from his desk and raised a brow, folding his paper and leaving it on a corner of the desk. He folded his hands and smirked lightly.
“[Y/n]… to what do I owe the… displeasure?” He questioned. You blinked at him, before groaning and covering your face with your hands.
Severus pinched his brows together, taken aback. Typically you’d laugh or chuckle and snap back a retort.
Today you just seemed… done.
He felt concern rise somewhere deep beneath him but, he pushed it back, instead deeming the simple feeling as curiosity.
You removed your hands from your face and bit your lip on contemplation. Am I seriously about to tell him?
“[Y/n]?” Severus watched as you fiddled with your fingers, your head bowed as if ignoring him.
What will he do about it? Will he hate me?
“[Y/n]?” Snape repeated, his voice rising in worry.
He stood up and walked toward you. He leaned down a bit to be eye level with you and studied your facial expressions. You didn’t seem to notice him at all, too lost in your own mind to even realize he was a mere foot away from you.
You seemed to be deep in thought, most likely having a mental debate with yourself. Snape knew this fairly well, as you had been wearing a very similar expression for several weeks now.
“You know,” he said, scaring you out of your daze. “If you keep scolding like that you just might permanently end up looking like you are having trouble at the toilets.”
You glared at your friends but, bit the inside of your cheek. He’s right. Maybe I am thinking too much about this.
You sighed and looked up at him. “Sev… I have a question.”
He narrowed his eyes warningly. “If it’s about class-”
“-It’s not!” You took a deep breath and laced your fingers over your desk.
“Don’t you dare laugh. I’m trusting you with this.”
“Is something bothering you?” He inquired carefully. You nodded lightly but, he could tell that wasn’t all there was to it.
“Is someone bothering you?”
Severus got up and leaned back against the front of his desk, crossing his arms.
“Uh… sort of?”
You took a deep breath and looked at the floor. “I- uh… I like someone.”
Severus turned to look at you so fast you were sure he got whiplash. He stared at you in surprise for a minute while you squirmed under the intensity of his gaze. His expression what the definition of what the fuck?!
“You like someone?” He asked, his tone laced with incredulity.
“Yes. I do. Unlike you I am capable of feeling human emotions.” You snapped, sassily.
He glared at you but, the twitch of his lips told you he was rather amused with your quick answer.
“Well then.” He walked around the room, thinking of what he could say. He stopped right in front if you.
“Is that the problem?” He asked. “You like a boy?”
“No.” You corrected immediately. “The problem is that I like someone. Whether it’s a boy is another problem in itself.”
You waited curiously as Snape turned your words over in his mind. He furrowed his brows deeply in concentration.
He opened his mouth but, then closed it. “Wait… so,” he sighed and rubbed is hands, thinking of how he could phrase his question. “So it’s not a boy?” He sounded like he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He was so sure he had seen you eyeing Malfoy several times.
Before coming to speak with your close friend you had been nervous about telling him your little secret. Now though, seeing him so confused rather than angry was making you feel a lot more confident.
“A girl then, yes?” He questioned.
You nodded, grinning.
See, [Y/n]. Severus wouldn’t hate you for something as insignificant as your sexual orientation.
His eyes widened, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned against your desk cooly and placed his head in his hands.
“Who is it?” He whispered giddily.
Taken aback by the sudden school-girl reaction from the emotionless Hogwarts professor you laughed loudly, spitting in his face.
“Sorry,” you snickered, wiping your sleeve messily down his face. He gave you his infamous glare but, before he got retaliate you leaned in closely, answering his question.
“And it’s Granger,” you wheezed, wiping a small tear out of the corner of your eye. “Hermione Granger.”
He squinted his eyes slightly, lips parted. “A Gryffindor?”
“You’re okay with me liking a woman, but what worries you is that I like a Gryffindor? C'mon, Sev. Sort out your priorities.” You chided, sitting back.
“Right. Sorry.” He stayed silent for a moment.
You let him think for several seconds before poking his shoulder. “So… what do you think?”
He looked at you and shrugged.
“She’s pretty, I guess.” He muttered.
“She’s smart at least.”
“She’s the smartest witch of her age,” you reminded him.
“Right,” he agreed. He nodded to himself before looking up at you in approval.
“Not bad.” He announced. He wagged his finger at you and smirked. “You don’t have bad taste.”
“Thank you.” You bowed your head and spread your hands in a mock bow.
“Not going to lie though, I always thought you had a thing for Malfoy.” Severus mused.
You gagged. “Ew. Merlin, no. Is that why you paired us up permanently for class?” You hissed.
He raised his brow and licked his lips, refusing to meet your eyes.
You groaned, smacking a hand to your head. “Fuck you, Sev. You really shouldn’t be playing matchmaker.”
You walked into class, standing at your usual table as the rest of the students filed in.
Several minutes later, Snape- Professor Snape- called for silence.
“After considering this class’ behavior these past few weeks, I have decided on moving students around.” He stated bluntly.
There was a collective groaning of students.
“The Headmaster didn’t see fit that I hex each of you, so this is the punishment you all get. You will do well to respect it.” He snapped.
You chuckled under your breath. Snaps sent you an almost invisible smirk.
“Mr. Malfoy, you will sit next to Potter. Potter. Thomas next to Finnigan…”
It took a while but, you caught on rather quickly Snape’s plan.
“Now there is only one student left. Ms. Granger, I trust you know where your seat is.”
You bit your lip as Hermione came to stand next to you, placing her book bag on the floor.
“Hello,” she greeted quietly.
“Hermione Granger.” She stuck her hand out and you took it after a momentary brain fart.
“Hey, [Y/n] [Y/I/n].” You answered, grinning.
Severus watched the exchange with a barely concealed smile.
He coughed, the class snapping to attention at once.
He sent you a smile then, right there in front of every one and you ignored the gasps from your class mates. You blushed as everyone turned to look at you. Severus looked between Hermione and you and nodded.
Thanks. You thought. He had definitely given you a hand- moving everyone despite the protests just so that your crush would be ’forced’ to sit next to you.
I’m going to have to thank him later.
You smiled, graciously and mouthed a small ’thanks’.
He opened his mouth to answer but, his eyes fell on the back of the students heads.
“What are you all looking at?” He growled. The students jumped and looked away from the you and down at their cauldrons.
He waited until every single student was looking away a before sending you a very encouraging thumbs up.
A/n: Dedicated to the @Anon who requested best friend!/ matchmaker Snape😂