Snape wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts positions; it was common knowledge among the faculty, and for some reason or another he was given the Potions teacher position instead. Not that it irked him greatly, of course, he was quite proficient in alchemy however it did leave a bitter taste in his mouth when you became the new D.A.D.A teacher at Hogwarts.

They never lasted long. It was a known fact that something mysterious always ended up driving away the teacher and leaving the opening for the next year: there was no use in making friends- not that Snape would've anyway -nor talking outside of a professional setting, and even at that it would be bare minimum...

But he took a liking to you.

Something about how you carried yourself or how you taught had absolutely enraptured Snape... Yet being Snape, he didn't particularly know how to handle it.

Occamy egg shells, graphorn horns and preserved butterflies started appearing on your desk. Expensive potion ingredients; either there was a stupid that had a death wish and a stupid crush or it was Snape's weird way of showing affection. Unexpectedly, it was the latter.

You're standing in the crisp January air, staring out at the grounds from the bell tower. Crystal white snow is falling, painting Hogwarts in a thin sheet of angelic powdered sugar. Two arms wrap around you from behind, the cloak surrounding your body as his head rests calmly atop yours,

You'll freeze. Don't be stupid.