You are amazing, and this is delightful. It just hits the spot perfectly, and Snape is not in the least too sweet with that accompanying dose of tartness and sharp afterburn, a recipe bound to have bracing, then soothing, medicinal effect.

"Polyjuice?" she croaked.

"Don't be an idiot," he snapped, but the stroking continued

Oh, them. ♥

Truly, I think I can now say that every possible orifice in my head has been medicated tonight, because you just made my eyes brain-holes very happy. This is going to be my go-to fic when ill.