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Chapter 4
I’m really sorry about how long it took for me to update. I’ve been feeling like total shit lately but I’m still sitting here at my computer and typing up a chapter for my loyal fans!
Throughout the Welcoming Feast all Severus Snape could do was focus on that scent of rain and vanilla and mango and try to pinpoint its origin.
He was dimly aware of the Sorting but paid little attention to it, knowing that his mate would be a sixth year, since that’s when wizards and witches mature enough to be found as a mate.
‘Great,’ he thought sarcastically. ‘My mate is a sixteen-year old who won’t want anything to do with their ‘greasy old git’ of a Potions Professor. What else could go wrong?!’ he wondered pondering who the Fates would give him as a mate. ‘Hmmm… Well lets see… It could be Parkinson, (I don’t even want to think about that), Bulstrode (hell no!), Zabini (nope), Malfoy (he’s your godson and a Veela, I don’t think so), Macmillan (gods no), Weasley (definitely not!!), not Granger either, Longbottom (Oh gods I think I would have to kill myself if he were my mate), neither of the Patils, Brown (nope!). Snape worked his way through all of the sixth years in much the same manner, until he was left with only one name…
‘There’s no one left… except Potter.’
The Potions Master’s eyes roamed the Hall over to the raven haired boy sitting at the Gryffindor table laughing with his friends. ‘Well… he has matured quite nicely, and that tan... yummy! No!!! I am not having these thoughts about Potter! Please gods, anyone but Potter, I hate him!’
Severus firmly pushed away the voice that was telling him that he didn’t really hate Harry, that it was all just an act.
‘Besides, even if I am interested in pursuing him he won’t be in the least interested in me. He’s my student and he hates me anyway.’ Severus tried to ignore the burning pain he felt when he thought about how his mate despised him.
Severus managed to get himself to swallow a few bites of the Feast, giving himself time to recover before looking back at his mate again. What he saw when he looked up from his plate almost made him throw up what little food he had just forced himself to ingest.
Finnigan was hugging Harry. The bloody Irish prat was hugging his Harry! Yes, his.
Severus could hardly believe his eyes when he saw Harry hug Finnigan back. ‘I knew I didn’t have a chance, but you would think that he would have better taste than to be with the Irish twit.’
Severus quickly got up and left the Great Hall through the door by the Head Table, trying to keep himself looking normal while inside his heart was breaking from knowing the fact that his mate had absolutely no interest in having a relationship with him.
‘I’ll just have to prove to him that I can be nice and caring and not the snarky bastard I usually am.’ With that thought in his mind he moved swiftly to his private quarters. Once there he poured himself a stiff scotch and started to plan his wooing of one Harry James Potter.
An hour later Severus arrived at Albus Dumbledore’s office. Assuming that the Feast was over by now, he walked into the office after going up the maddeningly spiral staircase.
Dumbledore, however, was not in yet so Severus decided to just sit and wait for the man to arrive.
Barely five minutes later said man stepped into his office followed by Draco Malfoy.
“Hello Mr. Malfoy, Albus.” Severus greeted them.
“Hello Severus. May I inquire as to what brought about your presence in my office tonight? Not that don’t enjoy your company, my boy, but I need to get Mr. Malfoy here his new rooms.” Dumbledore asked with that infuriating twinkle in his eyes.
“I have found my mate and I will, of course, need your permission to pursue them. The particulars can be dealt with later.” He said, making it perfectly clear to everyone present that he didn’t want to discuss his ‘choice’ of mate in front of his godson.
“Ah, so they have finally come of age, I see.”
“Yes.” Severus answered curtly, really wishing that he wasn’t discussing this particular subject while Draco was in the room.
“You, of course, have my permission to pursue your mate, as long as you don’t force anything on anyone. The same goes for you Draco.” Dumbledore said genially. “Now, Severus, if you’ll excuse myself and Mr. Malfoy, we need to set up Mr. Malfoy’s living arrangements.”
“Of course. Goodnight Mr. Malfoy, Albus.”
“Goodnight Severus.”
“Goodnight sir.”
Severus swept through the corridors trying to come up with ways to win his mate over on his way back to his quarters.
Thanks again to all of those who stuck with me, and once again I'm really sorry about the lateness of this chapter but my life has been really hectic lately.
Review please! It makes me happy when you do!!
Throughout the Welcoming Feast all Severus Snape could do was focus on that scent of rain and vanilla and mango and try to pinpoint its origin.
He was dimly aware of the Sorting but paid little attention to it, knowing that his mate would be a sixth year, since that’s when wizards and witches mature enough to be found as a mate.
‘Great,’ he thought sarcastically. ‘My mate is a sixteen-year old who won’t want anything to do with their ‘greasy old git’ of a Potions Professor. What else could go wrong?!’ he wondered pondering who the Fates would give him as a mate. ‘Hmmm… Well lets see… It could be Parkinson, (I don’t even want to think about that), Bulstrode (hell no!), Zabini (nope), Malfoy (he’s your godson and a Veela, I don’t think so), Macmillan (gods no), Weasley (definitely not!!), not Granger either, Longbottom (Oh gods I think I would have to kill myself if he were my mate), neither of the Patils, Brown (nope!). Snape worked his way through all of the sixth years in much the same manner, until he was left with only one name…
‘There’s no one left… except Potter.’
The Potions Master’s eyes roamed the Hall over to the raven haired boy sitting at the Gryffindor table laughing with his friends. ‘Well… he has matured quite nicely, and that tan... yummy! No!!! I am not having these thoughts about Potter! Please gods, anyone but Potter, I hate him!’
Severus firmly pushed away the voice that was telling him that he didn’t really hate Harry, that it was all just an act.
‘Besides, even if I am interested in pursuing him he won’t be in the least interested in me. He’s my student and he hates me anyway.’ Severus tried to ignore the burning pain he felt when he thought about how his mate despised him.
Severus managed to get himself to swallow a few bites of the Feast, giving himself time to recover before looking back at his mate again. What he saw when he looked up from his plate almost made him throw up what little food he had just forced himself to ingest.
Finnigan was hugging Harry. The bloody Irish prat was hugging his Harry! Yes, his.
Severus could hardly believe his eyes when he saw Harry hug Finnigan back. ‘I knew I didn’t have a chance, but you would think that he would have better taste than to be with the Irish twit.’
Severus quickly got up and left the Great Hall through the door by the Head Table, trying to keep himself looking normal while inside his heart was breaking from knowing the fact that his mate had absolutely no interest in having a relationship with him.
‘I’ll just have to prove to him that I can be nice and caring and not the snarky bastard I usually am.’ With that thought in his mind he moved swiftly to his private quarters. Once there he poured himself a stiff scotch and started to plan his wooing of one Harry James Potter.
An hour later Severus arrived at Albus Dumbledore’s office. Assuming that the Feast was over by now, he walked into the office after going up the maddeningly spiral staircase.
Dumbledore, however, was not in yet so Severus decided to just sit and wait for the man to arrive.
Barely five minutes later said man stepped into his office followed by Draco Malfoy.
“Hello Mr. Malfoy, Albus.” Severus greeted them.
“Hello Severus. May I inquire as to what brought about your presence in my office tonight? Not that don’t enjoy your company, my boy, but I need to get Mr. Malfoy here his new rooms.” Dumbledore asked with that infuriating twinkle in his eyes.
“I have found my mate and I will, of course, need your permission to pursue them. The particulars can be dealt with later.” He said, making it perfectly clear to everyone present that he didn’t want to discuss his ‘choice’ of mate in front of his godson.
“Ah, so they have finally come of age, I see.”
“Yes.” Severus answered curtly, really wishing that he wasn’t discussing this particular subject while Draco was in the room.
“You, of course, have my permission to pursue your mate, as long as you don’t force anything on anyone. The same goes for you Draco.” Dumbledore said genially. “Now, Severus, if you’ll excuse myself and Mr. Malfoy, we need to set up Mr. Malfoy’s living arrangements.”
“Of course. Goodnight Mr. Malfoy, Albus.”
“Goodnight Severus.”
“Goodnight sir.”
Severus swept through the corridors trying to come up with ways to win his mate over on his way back to his quarters.
Thanks again to all of those who stuck with me, and once again I'm really sorry about the lateness of this chapter but my life has been really hectic lately.
Review please! It makes me happy when you do!!