The library was silent, the dim light from the lamps casting a soft glow on the shelves filled with books. It wasn’t a typical place to spend the night, but you enjoyed the quiet, the peace that could be found between the pages. The warmth of a good book, the order of words on the pages—enough to lose yourself in the stillness of the night.

That day, you decided to stay late. The plan was to study for your next Divination class, preparing your notes on the future and the signs of the stars. But no one knew you’d stayed up this late. No one, except him.

Snape was there, in a dark corner of the library, as if he had been waiting. Both of you, lost in your own thoughts, not speaking at first. His presence was unmistakable, even in the quiet of the night. It wasn’t the first time you’d both crossed paths there.

—“You don’t need to stay up this late…” Snape said in a low voice, not looking at you, his eyes fixed on the pages before him.

—“And you?” you replied, unable to help yourself, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Silence. The tension hung between you, delicate yet undeniable. Neither of you moved, as though both were waiting for something.

Little by little, the conversation started. First, about Divination and the readings of the stars, as usual, but then slowly, it turned into something more personal. Untold stories, secrets kept in the shadows of Hogwarts. He spoke of his past, his mistakes, and you shared your own insecurities, the challenges of being a teacher in a place like this.

Each word seemed to bring you closer, as if the world around you was disappearing. A brush of hands reaching for the same book. A sigh that escaped without intention. It was too late now, neither of you could ignore it. The air between you was charged with something neither could keep hidden.

The door to the library clicked shut softly, leaving the space in complete silence. No one would enter. No one would see.

And finally, his lips found yours, in a kiss—long, soft, filled with everything that had remained unsaid. The book he had been holding fell to the floor, unnoticed by either of you.