“Love you, sugar butt,” he mumbled, spooning himself snugly against the curve of my back.
I snickered. Quietly. Severus Snape, bat of the dungeons, just called me ‘sugar butt’.
Does it count if he was almost asleep? I’ve had my share of nicknames, but that one? I don’t know if it’d be more embarrassing to him or me if anyone else ever
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