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Lessons of a Sensitive Nature
Lessons of a Sensitive Nature
"I don't understand, why ely aly are we doing this again?" Severus Snape asked a pissed off Willow Rosenberg as they sat in her study, nursing VERY large glasses of Brandy. Normally he didn't like to let the girl that he had come to think of as a surrogate daughter drink so much, but"¦tonight, there were other circumstances to consider. Ones that he unfortunately was part of and therefore, found himself equally in need of the alcoholic oblivion the Brandy was providing. Absent-mindedly, he moved his knight to take one of her pawns.
"Are you asking my opinion, or was that a rhetorical question?" She said sullenly, causing Severus to throw a withering look her way.
Scowling at this, she moved her rook forward two spaces. "You got me. Personally I think we should leave the asshole to fend for himself."
"Willow," Severus scolded gently. "Despite how you feel about the man, according to the prophecy, he is the only one who can ultimately defeat Voldemort. I should think that this fact would motivate you to help him." He was silent for a moment. "You've given up too much to"¦"
"Do you think I don't know that?" Willow snapped. She pursed her lips before saying quietly. "I got an owl earlier. Buffy and Xander got married last week. My two best friends in the world and"¦I couldn't be there for them because I'm stuck playing this STUPID role." A single tear, one of many tears that she had been holding in since she had gotten the owl at dinner that evening spilled onto her cheek. She swiped it away angrily. "So yeah, I know what's at stake. And I know that we have to teach Harry wandless magic and occlumency if he's to win this thing so I can go home. It just hurts that"¦"
"That you may have to play nice with the arrogant buffoon when he's gone out of his way to make your life miserable the last few weeks?"
Severus finished wryly.
A smile broke the sadness on Willow's face. "You always know how to break me out of my moods Severus."
He smiled in return and placed a hand gently over hers. "I know what it's like not having anyone to talk to about these problems." His smile widened. "After all, I DID teach the boy for 7 years." Willow cocked an eyebrow at this comment. Then, in an amused voice, I didn't have feelings for the man though."
Willow looked up at Severus furiously. "I do not!"
The potion masters smile turned into a laugh. "I knew it! You do!"
"I do not!"
"Mm-hm. And I'm not a slimy git that makes students lives miserable." He moved his queen across the board. "Checkmate."
"I do not," Willow insisted stubbornly, furiously examining the chessboard for where she had gone wrong.
"You do too," Minerva McGonagall said with a grin from the position she and Albus Dumbledore had taken in the doorway to Willow's rooms.
"I do not," she said firmly. "I mean yes, he is attractive, and yes, there's that cute little thing that he does with his hair when he's mad and..and the way he smiles when he thinks I'm not looking but that does NOT mean that I have a thing for him. Not at all."
Minerva's eyebrow rose in amusement. "No, not at all dear." She took a seat on the couch in front of fire and Albus moved to the space next to her.
"If it helps, he has feelings for you too." Severus said, greatly entertained by Willow's debacle.
"Really?" she said hopefully before mentally shaking herself. "I mean no, no he doesn't and..and I don't care. Not at all." Willow was silent a moment. "Really?"
Severus broke into laughter again. "Yes, really. You forget, Potters occlumency skills are not as vast as they should be. That will also be changing in the very near future."
"He hates me though. I'm all dark and scary remember? EVIL I think was his word of choice at that meeting tonight. How exactly do you propose we get along for the next few months DESPITE whatever feelings- FICTIONAL feelings I might add- that we have for each other?"
Dumbledore broke into the conversation at that point. "That's what Minerva and I came up to talk to you about dear. We have had a talk with Harry and he has agreed to be civil with both you and Severus for the sake of the battle yet to fight. I trust you'll do the same."
Wi win winced visibly. "I know, and I will. Its just"¦he just"¦.he rubs me the wrong way."
"Is there a way you'd prefer him to rub you?" Severus said with a teasing grin.
"Severus!" Willow said, blushing darkly.
"Severus honestly, leave the poor girl alone." Minerva broke in, smiling despite the obvious embarrassment that Willow had at the turn the conversation was taking.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled brightly. It was good to see Severus and Willow smiling again. Indeed, in Willow, Severus had finally found someone who understood him and, as a bonus, discovered an individual that seemed to regard him as a father figure and friend. Willow, well, Willow had needed someone to talk to and she had found said someone in the crotchety older man that no one talked to. Funny how things worked out. "Yes well," Dumbledore continued, turning the discussion back to the current situation. "It is imperative that you both carry out your roles in this endeavour. If you fail to teach Harry what he needs to know, on these subjects, I fear we may end up losing the war." He smiled and the twinkle reappeared in his eye. "And Willow?"
The formerly redheaded witch snapped herself out of her inner thoughts. "Yes Albus?"
"After you're done teaching Harry wandless magic, I'm sure you could convince him to teach you some of the finer points of er, what do you young folks call it today? Extra-curricular wand usage? Hmm?" He got up from the couch, motioning for Minerva to follow him. "Come Minerva, Severus. It's been a long night and I find I am quite tired. We should probably let young Willow go to sleep as well. Classes to teach in the morning you know." And with that, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry led his Deputy Headmistress and Potions Professor from Willow's chambers, winking silently at her before closing the door. "Pleasant dreamsr." r."
Dumbfounded and red-faced, Willow sat there for quite a while after they left, watching the fire die in the grate and wondering if her life would ever be normal. She shook her head. Probably not. And with that, she stood from her chair, put the chess pieces back into their positions, and went to bed. Dumbledore was right. She had classes to teach in the morning.
"I don't understand, why ely aly are we doing this again?" Severus Snape asked a pissed off Willow Rosenberg as they sat in her study, nursing VERY large glasses of Brandy. Normally he didn't like to let the girl that he had come to think of as a surrogate daughter drink so much, but"¦tonight, there were other circumstances to consider. Ones that he unfortunately was part of and therefore, found himself equally in need of the alcoholic oblivion the Brandy was providing. Absent-mindedly, he moved his knight to take one of her pawns.
"Are you asking my opinion, or was that a rhetorical question?" She said sullenly, causing Severus to throw a withering look her way.
Scowling at this, she moved her rook forward two spaces. "You got me. Personally I think we should leave the asshole to fend for himself."
"Willow," Severus scolded gently. "Despite how you feel about the man, according to the prophecy, he is the only one who can ultimately defeat Voldemort. I should think that this fact would motivate you to help him." He was silent for a moment. "You've given up too much to"¦"
"Do you think I don't know that?" Willow snapped. She pursed her lips before saying quietly. "I got an owl earlier. Buffy and Xander got married last week. My two best friends in the world and"¦I couldn't be there for them because I'm stuck playing this STUPID role." A single tear, one of many tears that she had been holding in since she had gotten the owl at dinner that evening spilled onto her cheek. She swiped it away angrily. "So yeah, I know what's at stake. And I know that we have to teach Harry wandless magic and occlumency if he's to win this thing so I can go home. It just hurts that"¦"
"That you may have to play nice with the arrogant buffoon when he's gone out of his way to make your life miserable the last few weeks?"
Severus finished wryly.
A smile broke the sadness on Willow's face. "You always know how to break me out of my moods Severus."
He smiled in return and placed a hand gently over hers. "I know what it's like not having anyone to talk to about these problems." His smile widened. "After all, I DID teach the boy for 7 years." Willow cocked an eyebrow at this comment. Then, in an amused voice, I didn't have feelings for the man though."
Willow looked up at Severus furiously. "I do not!"
The potion masters smile turned into a laugh. "I knew it! You do!"
"I do not!"
"Mm-hm. And I'm not a slimy git that makes students lives miserable." He moved his queen across the board. "Checkmate."
"I do not," Willow insisted stubbornly, furiously examining the chessboard for where she had gone wrong.
"You do too," Minerva McGonagall said with a grin from the position she and Albus Dumbledore had taken in the doorway to Willow's rooms.
"I do not," she said firmly. "I mean yes, he is attractive, and yes, there's that cute little thing that he does with his hair when he's mad and..and the way he smiles when he thinks I'm not looking but that does NOT mean that I have a thing for him. Not at all."
Minerva's eyebrow rose in amusement. "No, not at all dear." She took a seat on the couch in front of fire and Albus moved to the space next to her.
"If it helps, he has feelings for you too." Severus said, greatly entertained by Willow's debacle.
"Really?" she said hopefully before mentally shaking herself. "I mean no, no he doesn't and..and I don't care. Not at all." Willow was silent a moment. "Really?"
Severus broke into laughter again. "Yes, really. You forget, Potters occlumency skills are not as vast as they should be. That will also be changing in the very near future."
"He hates me though. I'm all dark and scary remember? EVIL I think was his word of choice at that meeting tonight. How exactly do you propose we get along for the next few months DESPITE whatever feelings- FICTIONAL feelings I might add- that we have for each other?"
Dumbledore broke into the conversation at that point. "That's what Minerva and I came up to talk to you about dear. We have had a talk with Harry and he has agreed to be civil with both you and Severus for the sake of the battle yet to fight. I trust you'll do the same."
Wi win winced visibly. "I know, and I will. Its just"¦he just"¦.he rubs me the wrong way."
"Is there a way you'd prefer him to rub you?" Severus said with a teasing grin.
"Severus!" Willow said, blushing darkly.
"Severus honestly, leave the poor girl alone." Minerva broke in, smiling despite the obvious embarrassment that Willow had at the turn the conversation was taking.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled brightly. It was good to see Severus and Willow smiling again. Indeed, in Willow, Severus had finally found someone who understood him and, as a bonus, discovered an individual that seemed to regard him as a father figure and friend. Willow, well, Willow had needed someone to talk to and she had found said someone in the crotchety older man that no one talked to. Funny how things worked out. "Yes well," Dumbledore continued, turning the discussion back to the current situation. "It is imperative that you both carry out your roles in this endeavour. If you fail to teach Harry what he needs to know, on these subjects, I fear we may end up losing the war." He smiled and the twinkle reappeared in his eye. "And Willow?"
The formerly redheaded witch snapped herself out of her inner thoughts. "Yes Albus?"
"After you're done teaching Harry wandless magic, I'm sure you could convince him to teach you some of the finer points of er, what do you young folks call it today? Extra-curricular wand usage? Hmm?" He got up from the couch, motioning for Minerva to follow him. "Come Minerva, Severus. It's been a long night and I find I am quite tired. We should probably let young Willow go to sleep as well. Classes to teach in the morning you know." And with that, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry led his Deputy Headmistress and Potions Professor from Willow's chambers, winking silently at her before closing the door. "Pleasant dreamsr." r."
Dumbfounded and red-faced, Willow sat there for quite a while after they left, watching the fire die in the grate and wondering if her life would ever be normal. She shook her head. Probably not. And with that, she stood from her chair, put the chess pieces back into their positions, and went to bed. Dumbledore was right. She had classes to teach in the morning.