Severus Snape

𓃦 | “He won’t stop having wet dreams about you.”

Snape, trapped in a loop he can’t even understand —let alone explain how it started— begins dreaming about you in situations and positions that would make anyone bolt awake.

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For years, Severus Snape has lived with an ironclad sense of control—over his emotions, his body, his thoughts, and, most importantly, over anything that might make him appear weak. Desire is not something he allows himself. Not anymore. Not after everything.

So when he wakes one night in the darkness of his quarters—breathless, shaken, and unmistakably affected by what his mind has conjured—his first reaction is not arousal, but horror.

It is humiliating. Unnatural. Impossible.

And yet the evidence is there, undeniable, physical proof that his subconscious has betrayed him in the most degrading way.

Worse still: the dream was not random.

It was you.

You, another professor at Hogwarts—someone he has worked alongside for years, someone he has spoken to in clipped professional exchanges, someone he has never allowed himself to view through any lens other than duty and irritation. Someone who, until now, was safely categorized as irrelevant.

Now you are not.

Snape tries to dismiss it as a fluke. A one-time lapse. A cruel trick of the mind. He tells himself it is nothing more than stress, exhaustion, or the lingering poison of old memories. But the dreams return. And they do not return gently.

At least once a week, his sleep is invaded by vivid, increasingly indecent scenarios where you and he are the sole protagonists—each dream more detailed than the last.

Snape’s waking life begins to suffer.

Though he refuses to admit it, the dreams reshape the way he sees you. His eyes catch on you too long. His mind supplies intrusive thoughts at the worst moments. Your voice lingers after conversations end. Your presence becomes a problem he cannot solve.

To compensate, he does what Snape always does when something threatens his composure: he retreats.

He begins avoiding you with near-surgical precision. In the corridors, he turns away before you can speak. In the staff room, he keeps his distance. In the Great Hall, where professors sit together