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November
November
11.
“So, you’ve heard.” Takes the drink that has awaited him.
Glances at him, then back into his own drink.
Holds the glass in his hand for a while, then slams it on the table. “Shit, Snape! I can’t believe he’s done it to me!”
Another glance.
“Can you imagine what’s going to happen when they start printing that crap?!
Silently stares into his drink.
“Shit!” Starts pacing. “Shit, Snape, bloody shit!” Comes to the wall and hits it with his fist.
“Potter, your broken bones won’t change what your boyfriend will spill to the press.”
Turns to him, furious, “Don’t you understand? Recap of one date in every Saturday edition! Every single date, Snape! It’s a month worth of…”
Scowls.
Grits the teeth. Goes the chair and flops down. “Merlin, and this job! Even if Minerva tries to downplay it somehow, how am I going to face the kids after…after…” Shakes his head. “And here I thought I’d stay in Hogwarts for a while. By the time they get to the third date I’ll have to quit.”
Raises an eyebrow.
“The things we talked about, the things we did... ” Jumps up and resumes pacing. “How could he do this to me?!”
“Let me understand it correctly, Potter, after all you’ve been through with the press – the insinuations, the gossip, the outright lies, you still manage to go out and open up to a first pretty face?”
Scoffs. “He is not… He isn’t just a pretty face. He is so much more.”
Sneers.
Stubbornly, “Yes, he is. I felt this…um…connection with him. He understood me.”
Sneer is more prominent. “Really, Potter?”
“Yes, it was different from anything I had before… He is different.”
Snaps, “Potter, your pretty boy is an actor.”
“So what?” Frowns.
“An actor, who played a role!”
“No, no, there was no acting.” Looks at him. “I would have picked up something. I am sure I would.”
Forcefully, “Potter, he is an actor, who had a very appreciative audience.”
“No, Snape, you’re wrong!”
“Am I?”
“Of course.”
“Then why is he about to print a detailed tell-all of his ‘romantic encounters’ with the Savior of the Wizarding World?”
Glares at him, goes back to the wall, and hits it again. “Shit!”
Downs his drink in one gulp and looks, somewhat surprised, into the empty glass.
For a while stands at the wall, the forehead pressed to the cool stone. Then turns around and smiles. “You know what, he couldn’t do this to me.”
“Potter?”
“He couldn’t.” Starts pacing again. “You see, the more I think about it, the more I sense that there is something wrong.”
“Pardon?”
“I know Michael. He isn’t capable of this kind of duplicity. Somebody’s gotten to him. He is a poor guy, may be he was offered a fortune and couldn’t refuse.” Walks and talks faster. “Or he was threatened with…I don’t know…loosing his job?…or…his family’s safety?” Suddenly stops as a new idea hits him. “Legilimency!”
“Potter, it was a set up!”
“You don’t know that!”
“Start using what passes for the brain in that head of yours!” Slams down his glass. “There was nothing in the papers about you the moment you went out with your waiter. Nothing! They were waiting, collecting juicier details.”
“No! It was only because we spent all our time together in the Muggle world!”
“Potter, give Rita and her colleagues a bit of a credit.” Gets up and goes to refill his drink.
Concedes, “May be. But still with the relationship we had, he couldn’t have... There is something wrong. If I talk to him, you know, and find out who made him…”
Interjects, “What does it matter if he came up with the plan on his own or was talked into it? The boy lied to you from day one, Potter!” Adds under his breath, “Not that he had to put too much effort into it.”
Glares at him, “I’ll talk to him and... Better yet, I’ll ask Hermiony to talk to him. She won’t get emotional and she’ll figure the whole thing out. And I find those scam bags, who forced Michael, and I’ll make them pay!”
“Potter, you are delusional! You’ve been played as a fiddle!”
Turns to him with. Sarcastically, “Oh, yeah? And how would you know? How is been paranoid makes you an expert on relationships? When was the last time you had one of those?” Snorts, “Do you even know how it feels to be close with somebody? I am not even talking about love – that subject is completely out your grasp.”
Warning, “Potter.”
“You sit here and judge other people’s feeling when you have none of your own.”
Hisses, “Get out.”
“Why? Truth works, isn’t it?”
“Get out!”
“Right.” Pivots on his heels and stomps out.
Hurls his glass at the wall and swears as it shatters.
12.
“Severus?” Takes several steps in. Tries again, “Severus? Your guarding snake said you were in.” More steps, stumbles in the dark. “Shit! Lumos!” Notices him. “Oh, shit!” Rushes forward. “Severus, are you okay?”
Shifts. Moans.
“Wait, I’ll… Shit…” Runs to the fireplace, and throws in the Floo powder. “Infirmary!” Glances around. “Poppy! Poppy! Shit, where is she?”
*****
“Is he still here?”
“Yes, in the other room.”
“Send him away.”
“Let me just finish this…”
“Ouch! Careful, woman!”
“I have to clean the cut. It’s too deep and you’ve been bleeding for some time. I can’t just spell it closed.”
Muffles a moan. “Did he see?”
“No. Only the bleeding, I believe. Poor boy, must have been quite a shock finding you like this.”
“Please, Pomfry, the poor boy went through the war. A simple cut and some blood should not bother him.”
“He worries about you.”
“Send him away.”
“All right.”
*****
“Where is your night shirt?”
“I can…”
“No, lay down and stay that way, or I’ll take you to the infirmary. Ah, there it is.”
“I am perfectly capable…”
“Pillows?”
“No, this is fine.”
Fixes the covers. “The potion will help you sleep. I’ll be back first thing in the morning, and don’t you dare to get up without me.”
“Quit fussing, woman!”
“Oh, shush.” Fluffs the pillow. “Good thing Potter found you when he did. A little longer, and you would have to spend some time in the infirmary.”
“Ever the Savior.”
“Well, he considers himself your friend, and as such… You know, the other week he asked me if I knew a nice witch to introduce you to.” Snickers.
“He didn’t.”
“He most certainly did. He is a good boy. Why wouldn’t you tell him you prefer wizards?”
A grunt.
“Oh…”
“Oh, indeed.”
“But may be…”
“No.”
“Oh, Severus…”
*****
“How are you feeling, Severus?”
Bites out, “Fine.”
“Poppy told me you should still be in bed.”
“I needed to use the bathroom.”
“Let me help you back. It looks like your bad leg is about to give in.”
“I can do it myself.” With effort makes it back to his bed. “So, you saw me, I am alive, now leave me in peace, Minerva.”
Conjures a chair. Sits down. “I’d like to know why you had to leave Hogwarts without me. You knew how it is dangerous for you.”
Scowls. “I had to take care of some urgent business, which required no witnesses.”
“Care to elaborate?”
Hesitates, then curtly, “Potter.”
“That horrible boyfriend of his?”
“Yes.”
“How did it go?
“There won’t be any exposés.”
“Oh, thanks Merlin.” For a moment she looks relieved. Then, “Wait, Severus, what did you do to him?”
Sneers, “Come down, Minerva, remember I have a very limited use of the wand nowadays.”
Relaxes fractionally. “How then?”
“A bit of persuading, and a bit of money, of course.”
“You don’t have that much.”
“Albus left me some.”
“Oh, Severus, you should’ve come to me.”
“What, you are suddenly a wealthy woman?”
“No, but together we’d come up with something. I am sure Albus wanted you to use the money. And in your current situation you can ill-afford to give anything away…”
Raises his hand to stop her. “Minerva, I wouldn’t touch those money. Besides, Albus also wanted me to protect Potter.”
Sadly, “And you are doing an admirable job of it. I hope Harry will realize it one day and thank you properly.”
Sneers, “I don’t care for his gratitude.”
“Nevertheless.” She sighs, looks at her hands on her knees, then back at him. “For what it’s worth, I am very grateful.”
His gaze warms up for a moment, before the face quickly arranges into a scowl. “If we are done with nuisance, I’d like to go back to sleep.”
“Of course, Severus.” Stands up and gets rid of the chair. “Did you notice who it was this time?” Waves her hand vaguely over his body.
“No, the brave vigilantes attacked me from behind.” Sneers, “Thankfully, they caught up with me only on my way back. Imagine if they knew just why the ‘Voldemort’s lapdog’ was out and about.”
Frowns.
Smirks, “Why do you ask? Are you planning to avenge me?”
“I am an old woman, Severus, but you could, if you swallow your damn pride and ask for Harry’s help in dealing with MLE.”
Looses the smirk. “Minerva, this conversation is over.”
Leaves, muttering, “Damn noble fool…”
11.
“So, you’ve heard.” Takes the drink that has awaited him.
Glances at him, then back into his own drink.
Holds the glass in his hand for a while, then slams it on the table. “Shit, Snape! I can’t believe he’s done it to me!”
Another glance.
“Can you imagine what’s going to happen when they start printing that crap?!
Silently stares into his drink.
“Shit!” Starts pacing. “Shit, Snape, bloody shit!” Comes to the wall and hits it with his fist.
“Potter, your broken bones won’t change what your boyfriend will spill to the press.”
Turns to him, furious, “Don’t you understand? Recap of one date in every Saturday edition! Every single date, Snape! It’s a month worth of…”
Scowls.
Grits the teeth. Goes the chair and flops down. “Merlin, and this job! Even if Minerva tries to downplay it somehow, how am I going to face the kids after…after…” Shakes his head. “And here I thought I’d stay in Hogwarts for a while. By the time they get to the third date I’ll have to quit.”
Raises an eyebrow.
“The things we talked about, the things we did... ” Jumps up and resumes pacing. “How could he do this to me?!”
“Let me understand it correctly, Potter, after all you’ve been through with the press – the insinuations, the gossip, the outright lies, you still manage to go out and open up to a first pretty face?”
Scoffs. “He is not… He isn’t just a pretty face. He is so much more.”
Sneers.
Stubbornly, “Yes, he is. I felt this…um…connection with him. He understood me.”
Sneer is more prominent. “Really, Potter?”
“Yes, it was different from anything I had before… He is different.”
Snaps, “Potter, your pretty boy is an actor.”
“So what?” Frowns.
“An actor, who played a role!”
“No, no, there was no acting.” Looks at him. “I would have picked up something. I am sure I would.”
Forcefully, “Potter, he is an actor, who had a very appreciative audience.”
“No, Snape, you’re wrong!”
“Am I?”
“Of course.”
“Then why is he about to print a detailed tell-all of his ‘romantic encounters’ with the Savior of the Wizarding World?”
Glares at him, goes back to the wall, and hits it again. “Shit!”
Downs his drink in one gulp and looks, somewhat surprised, into the empty glass.
For a while stands at the wall, the forehead pressed to the cool stone. Then turns around and smiles. “You know what, he couldn’t do this to me.”
“Potter?”
“He couldn’t.” Starts pacing again. “You see, the more I think about it, the more I sense that there is something wrong.”
“Pardon?”
“I know Michael. He isn’t capable of this kind of duplicity. Somebody’s gotten to him. He is a poor guy, may be he was offered a fortune and couldn’t refuse.” Walks and talks faster. “Or he was threatened with…I don’t know…loosing his job?…or…his family’s safety?” Suddenly stops as a new idea hits him. “Legilimency!”
“Potter, it was a set up!”
“You don’t know that!”
“Start using what passes for the brain in that head of yours!” Slams down his glass. “There was nothing in the papers about you the moment you went out with your waiter. Nothing! They were waiting, collecting juicier details.”
“No! It was only because we spent all our time together in the Muggle world!”
“Potter, give Rita and her colleagues a bit of a credit.” Gets up and goes to refill his drink.
Concedes, “May be. But still with the relationship we had, he couldn’t have... There is something wrong. If I talk to him, you know, and find out who made him…”
Interjects, “What does it matter if he came up with the plan on his own or was talked into it? The boy lied to you from day one, Potter!” Adds under his breath, “Not that he had to put too much effort into it.”
Glares at him, “I’ll talk to him and... Better yet, I’ll ask Hermiony to talk to him. She won’t get emotional and she’ll figure the whole thing out. And I find those scam bags, who forced Michael, and I’ll make them pay!”
“Potter, you are delusional! You’ve been played as a fiddle!”
Turns to him with. Sarcastically, “Oh, yeah? And how would you know? How is been paranoid makes you an expert on relationships? When was the last time you had one of those?” Snorts, “Do you even know how it feels to be close with somebody? I am not even talking about love – that subject is completely out your grasp.”
Warning, “Potter.”
“You sit here and judge other people’s feeling when you have none of your own.”
Hisses, “Get out.”
“Why? Truth works, isn’t it?”
“Get out!”
“Right.” Pivots on his heels and stomps out.
Hurls his glass at the wall and swears as it shatters.
12.
“Severus?” Takes several steps in. Tries again, “Severus? Your guarding snake said you were in.” More steps, stumbles in the dark. “Shit! Lumos!” Notices him. “Oh, shit!” Rushes forward. “Severus, are you okay?”
Shifts. Moans.
“Wait, I’ll… Shit…” Runs to the fireplace, and throws in the Floo powder. “Infirmary!” Glances around. “Poppy! Poppy! Shit, where is she?”
*****
“Is he still here?”
“Yes, in the other room.”
“Send him away.”
“Let me just finish this…”
“Ouch! Careful, woman!”
“I have to clean the cut. It’s too deep and you’ve been bleeding for some time. I can’t just spell it closed.”
Muffles a moan. “Did he see?”
“No. Only the bleeding, I believe. Poor boy, must have been quite a shock finding you like this.”
“Please, Pomfry, the poor boy went through the war. A simple cut and some blood should not bother him.”
“He worries about you.”
“Send him away.”
“All right.”
*****
“Where is your night shirt?”
“I can…”
“No, lay down and stay that way, or I’ll take you to the infirmary. Ah, there it is.”
“I am perfectly capable…”
“Pillows?”
“No, this is fine.”
Fixes the covers. “The potion will help you sleep. I’ll be back first thing in the morning, and don’t you dare to get up without me.”
“Quit fussing, woman!”
“Oh, shush.” Fluffs the pillow. “Good thing Potter found you when he did. A little longer, and you would have to spend some time in the infirmary.”
“Ever the Savior.”
“Well, he considers himself your friend, and as such… You know, the other week he asked me if I knew a nice witch to introduce you to.” Snickers.
“He didn’t.”
“He most certainly did. He is a good boy. Why wouldn’t you tell him you prefer wizards?”
A grunt.
“Oh…”
“Oh, indeed.”
“But may be…”
“No.”
“Oh, Severus…”
*****
“How are you feeling, Severus?”
Bites out, “Fine.”
“Poppy told me you should still be in bed.”
“I needed to use the bathroom.”
“Let me help you back. It looks like your bad leg is about to give in.”
“I can do it myself.” With effort makes it back to his bed. “So, you saw me, I am alive, now leave me in peace, Minerva.”
Conjures a chair. Sits down. “I’d like to know why you had to leave Hogwarts without me. You knew how it is dangerous for you.”
Scowls. “I had to take care of some urgent business, which required no witnesses.”
“Care to elaborate?”
Hesitates, then curtly, “Potter.”
“That horrible boyfriend of his?”
“Yes.”
“How did it go?
“There won’t be any exposés.”
“Oh, thanks Merlin.” For a moment she looks relieved. Then, “Wait, Severus, what did you do to him?”
Sneers, “Come down, Minerva, remember I have a very limited use of the wand nowadays.”
Relaxes fractionally. “How then?”
“A bit of persuading, and a bit of money, of course.”
“You don’t have that much.”
“Albus left me some.”
“Oh, Severus, you should’ve come to me.”
“What, you are suddenly a wealthy woman?”
“No, but together we’d come up with something. I am sure Albus wanted you to use the money. And in your current situation you can ill-afford to give anything away…”
Raises his hand to stop her. “Minerva, I wouldn’t touch those money. Besides, Albus also wanted me to protect Potter.”
Sadly, “And you are doing an admirable job of it. I hope Harry will realize it one day and thank you properly.”
Sneers, “I don’t care for his gratitude.”
“Nevertheless.” She sighs, looks at her hands on her knees, then back at him. “For what it’s worth, I am very grateful.”
His gaze warms up for a moment, before the face quickly arranges into a scowl. “If we are done with nuisance, I’d like to go back to sleep.”
“Of course, Severus.” Stands up and gets rid of the chair. “Did you notice who it was this time?” Waves her hand vaguely over his body.
“No, the brave vigilantes attacked me from behind.” Sneers, “Thankfully, they caught up with me only on my way back. Imagine if they knew just why the ‘Voldemort’s lapdog’ was out and about.”
Frowns.
Smirks, “Why do you ask? Are you planning to avenge me?”
“I am an old woman, Severus, but you could, if you swallow your damn pride and ask for Harry’s help in dealing with MLE.”
Looses the smirk. “Minerva, this conversation is over.”
Leaves, muttering, “Damn noble fool…”