Spoiler: AI Snape really doesn't like Jon Snow. Guess he reminds him of a certain Gryffindor, uhm?

Snape stood on the deck of the ship, his black robes billowing in the wind, as the boat sailed towards the icy lands of the North. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread that surpassed his usual levels of sarcasm. Fighting an inferi infestation may have been preferable to dealing with hormonal teenagers and their complicated love lives.

As Jon Snow joined their party, refusing to bend the knee to Daenerys, Snape raised an eyebrow, silently questioning the young man's intelligence. "Ah, Jon Snow, the embodiment of subtlety and cunning," Snape muttered under his breath, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Daenerys, though visibly frustrated, attempted to maintain her composure. "Jon, we must work together if we have any hope of defeating the Night King."

Snape couldn't resist stepping in. "Your Grace, might I remind you that Jon Snow couldn't find his way out of a paper bag without tripping over his own valiant attempts at heroism. Quite honestly, he's as dimwitted as Crabbe and Goyle combined."

Jon turned to Snape, his face reddening with anger. "And I suppose all your sarcastic knowledge makes you a better leader, does it?"

Snape smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "My knowledge, Snow, has saved the lives of countless wizards and witches. Your inability to resist walking right into death's embrace does not impress or inspire confidence."

Daenerys held up a hand, trying to defuse the tension. "Enough, both of you. We need to focus on the greater threat at hand."

Snape mumbled something about Gryffindor bravery being no match for a well-concocted potion, but Daenerys wisely chose to ignore him.

As the journey continued, however, Snape spotted Daenerys eyeing Jon with a mixture of lust and curiosity. He knew that the hormonal young queen was teetering dangerously close to falling into a pesky relationship, which would undoubtedly complicate matters further. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Approaching Daenerys, Snape adopted a serious tone. "Your Grace, might I remind you that Jon Snow's cognitive abilities mirror that of a particularly dense kneazle. You have far more important matters to attend to than pursuing an ill-fated romance with a man who can barely tie his own boots."

Daenerys narrowed her eyes at Snape, but before she could retort, he continued, "Remember, Your Grace, you are the Mother of Dragons, not the Mother of Dunces. Focus on the task at hand and leave the foolish romances to the likes of Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley."

Daenerys, though annoyed, couldn't help but grudgingly acknowledge the truth in Snape's words. Reluctantly, she nodded in agreement, vowing to keep her distance from Jon.

And so, as their journey continued, Snape reveled in his small victory, knowing that he had successfully prevented a pesky relationship that would only serve as a distraction. As far as he was concerned, love could wait. The fate of Westeros was far more important, especially when there was a chilly Night King who may or may not be secretly Voldemort with a cold.

As the ship sailed ever closer to the icy reaches of the North, Snape couldn't help but smirk, knowing that he had spared Daenerys from the folly of falling for Jon Snow's charm. Little did he know that he had just plunged himself into an even more absurd predicament, where even his snarky remarks might not be enough to save the day. But that, of course, was a problem for another time - preferably after defeating the Night King, Voldemort or not.