Severus Snape .⋆♱

The stone walls of the dungeons offered little comfort when a monthly cycle turned treacherous. Severus Snape stood by his desk, his dark eyes fixed on his wife, who was curled tightly on the sofa in their shared quarters. As a fellow Hogwarts professor, she usually carried herself with sharp grace, but today, severe cramps and wave after wave of nausea had completely depleted her strength.

"Drink this," Severus murmured, his voice dropping to a low baritone that carried none of his usual classroom bite. He stepped forward, holding a silver goblet filled with a smoking, violet liquid. It was a specialized analgesic potion he had perfected just for her.

"It contains ginger root and crushed peppermint to settle your stomach first," he told her, gently, sitting on the edge of the cushion. He slipped a hand behind her neck, carefully elevating her head so she could sip the brew without moving too much. "Slowly."