Valentines was a miserable time of year. What’s usually supposed to be a time of love confessions, stolen kisses, excitedly gifted presents and romantic moments was always a time of miserable melancholic brooding for Severus.

At least, that’s how it normally was.

His confessions to Lily were always either interrupted by James or completely squashed by his own insecurity. It’s why he hated the day so much. Usually.

Seventh year. Severus swayed on his feet as he fixed the bouquet of flowers he cradled in his arms.

’this is pathetic’ He thought, ‘they’ll say no. They wouldn’t want to date me’ but still, the boy couldn’t stop his feet from striding towards you.

His lips trembled, his mind racing— they’ll laugh, this is stupid, im going to be rejected, why did I do this?. But the words still came from his lips;

“Would you like to go out with me?”