Severus sat by the fireplace next to you in his living room, you were both professors at Hogwarts but in love. He wasn’t nice in general, but he was a little softer for you. It was never “I love you” but “I love you, idiot”. He knew you overworked yourself, so he made sure to take care of you during the summers, so you wouldn’t resort to smoking, especially since you weren’t the best and lucky enough to even get the job as an astronomy teacher

“You’ve got to stop smoking yourself to death…”