Love bites Vampires kiss

Chapter eight

Severus was in a
sour state indeed as he left the headmaster’s office. In fact, as he was
descending the final flight of stairs to reach his chambers he managed to scare
a second year girl completely out of her wits as he barged past her in a flurry
of swishing black robes. The dark haired professor was so caught up within his
own musings that he took no house points from the girl as he passed her.

‘Stupid
Potter! I shall never be free of him now. Each time I remove and dispose of an
unwanted thought or image of him it is replaced by a new more graphic one. Damn
it, Albus! This is somehow your doing, I just know it!’

Before the
potions master had realized it he had reached his the door to his chambers.
Without hesitation he spoke his password, (Jade), entered and immediately
looked for his whiskey. When he did find it, he poured himself a generous
helping as he cursed the old man for all he was worth. Once he had downed the
first glassful Severus poured himself a second glass. He then dropped
unceremoniously into the chair that sat before his fireplace. The former death
eater ground his teeth in frustration as once again his drink induced numbness
was shattered by visions of a certain green eyed teen aged boy.

‘Oh shit Harry
I will never admit this to you or anyone else for that matter… I think may have
done something unforgivable. I have gone and developed feelings for the saviour
of the wizarding world. I damn myself each and every day because I did nothing
to stop myself from falling for you.’

As he came out of
his mental stupor Severus stared into the fire burning brightly before his
eyes. Then with a flick of his wrist he sent his glass careening into the fire,
which responded with a great spit of light as the alcohol met the flames. Only
when he heard a disapproving trill did Severus take his eyes from the fire.

“Shit Fawkes tell
the insufferable old coot that I can’t meet with him right now, that I am
indisposed.”

The ex death
eater wasn’t sure how but he knew that the letter contained in the birds beak
was his superior asking to meet with him about something, probably Potter. And
that was a meeting he was not looking forward to in anyway. Snape grunted in
anger as he realized the damnable bird was not leaving. He snatched the letter
from the phoenix’s beak and tearing it open read it quickly. Fawkes, whose job
was now done prudently, flew out the door which Snape had so carelessly left
open. Following on Fawkes’ wings was a string of very loud and vulgar curses.

“You can tell
Albus if wants me then he can damn well hold his meeting here in my chambers
because I am not going ANYWHERE!” Severus bellowed out in the bird’s wake.

“SEVERUS SNAPE!”
the potions master started as he once again turned to face his fireplace. Held
within the flames was none other than the head of an angry Dumbledore.

“You are to come
straight up to my office. I will hear no arguments on this; I expect to see
flooing into my office within the next sixty seconds!” Dumbledore said in a
stern voice that even Severus dared not challenge.

The headmaster
stayed in the fireplace until he saw with his own eyes that the potions master
had taken a handful of Floo powder into his hands