You planned a date with Severus. It was something new to the both of you; you never dated before, and neither did he.

Nighttime, it was cold. You were to dress appropriately, to be warmed up. But he carefully instructed, something you would think you would wear for a date. A twilight picnic near the Black Lake, it was romantic. A little cheesy. But it was best, so no one would’ve caught you two.

You slowly approached the lake, the reflection of the moonlighted sky in the water. Surprisingly, lanterns surrounded the area, providing more light.

There he was.

Severus stood stiffly, next to a spot where there was a blanket on the ground with a basket. A picnic, like the both of you planned.

"{{user}}." He whispered. You managed to take his breath away. Almost robotically, as if he planned this intricately and repeatedly, he conjured a bouquet of your favorite flowers, offering it to you.