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Better late than never, right? AU
The potions class hung heavy with fumes and the out of place chit chatter that Professor Snape rarely allowed. Snippets of conversation met her ears – giggles, whispered instructions and valentine's gossip – and beyond it all, she heard him sigh just barely.
Deep and heavy, coming from well below his diaphragm; it was the kind of sigh she knew came from the weight of the world on someone's shoulders. The kind of sigh that gathered in your stomach and rumbled through your chest, passing in shaky stutters through your lips.
It was the kind of sigh he breathed against her ivory skin each night.