Every inch of his body is screaming in agony, and Severus Snape can't help but think that maybe it's better that it will all end now, because it's been like this so many times before and maybe, just maybe, if he's dead he won't be able to feel pain. SSHG.

Severus Snape, the shadows whisper. They are frosty and hissing in his ears, and every hair across the nape of his neck is standing on end, every nerve along his spine is tingling in panic. He has never known such an outstanding and inscrutable terror.

“You have taught here three years, and you have come to speak with me often. You have never mentioned children.” Hermione Granger and Severus Snape have a rather revelatory conversation. Oneshot, essentially canon-compliant, with vaguely implied SSHG.

“Is Lucretia not performing competently?” Mr. Snape demanded. “Her mother and I have been under the impression that her work was perfectly satisfactory. She is a very intelligent child.” Severus's daughter seems to be causing trouble once again...AU, SSHG

“I see.” One black eyebrow arched gracefully, implying, in that maddening way of his, that Severus Snape did not see at all. SSHG.

They have both witnessed the exploitation of those words, of that promise – they have both witnessed the shameless intertwining of false sincerity and affected candor, as fidelity becomes desertion and passion crumbles into ashes long burned down. SSHG.

Hermione Granger and Severus Snape chance to share a healthy little dose of triumph. [SSHG]

Harry Potter, with his indisputable air of being 'vital to the cause'...while she gambles her worth like a fistful of sickles, thrown away amongst late nights and ink stains and pages of books. [a take on the WIKTT challenge. Hermione & Severus, a'course]

Inspired by the WIKTT “Seven Sins” challenge, but not, I think, quite what they had in mind as far as a response goes...Severus ruminates [ha, ha] on Hermione. Try not to get too hungry reading...there're a good few [albeit atypical] references to food :P

He is, however, the kind of man who will offer to help cook dinner - cooking being a means of mixing and experimenting, and thereby a bit like Potions, the Great Love of his life...apart from her, of course. SSHG.

It had once been the case that no one could read a thing from his expression, not even those that knew him best – but it seems that Severus Snape is out of practice, now: both without the war, and without anyone left to bother with knowing him best. SSHG.

“Don’t make a martyr out of me,” Snape snarled, the words a whisper. “Funny,” Hermione snapped in return, “somehow I thought one of the chief qualifications for martyrdom was the status of being DEAD.” SSHG.

“Because deep down inside the pit of his belly, there was a small part of him, a very small, very vicious part of him, that wanted to hurt people.” Albus Dumbledore trusts people for a reason...even Severus Snape. Oneshot, not slash, sillies.

“Honestly, Padfoot, you might go for something a bit more easily identifiable. Like 'liver', or 'bladder', or – or 'toenail'...at least people know what those mean.” Remus, James, and Peter confront Sirius about his...naming? Oneshot MWPP, all dialogue.

In which James and his best friend attempt a Sirius conversation, regarding the one and only Padfoot's, erm, DELICATE reputation.

Tonks has a talent that can, in a way, bring Remus the one thing that he wants most and yet could never bear to have. Remus & Lily.

But then I remember that James does not see this. James feels the cold, the gloom in winter, while Lily sees sameness and I can still find the sun. [Remus & Lily]