Hogwarts & The Sex-Ed Teacher
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Agony & Angst
Chapter 8. "If you aren't living on the edge, then you are taking up too much space."-- Anonymous
Severus seethed his way through the corridors and stormed up to the gargoyle posted at Dumbledore’s stairwell. “do NOT make me say it” he fumed. Black eyes threatening terracotta. The gargoyle looked chastised and ready to fly the coop, but stoically stood his ground. Such a very, very fine line between bravery and total stupidity.
Bastian calmly whispered “Cockroach Kisses”, Severus snarled with disgust at the obviously relieved gargoyle who hopped aside.
Up the spiral stairwell Severus flew with Bastian, in full regalia none the less, close behind. Disappointingly Dumbledore’s office door swung open depriving Severus of the satisfaction of slamming it, so he sufficed with throwing himself into a wing backed chair by the fire. Bastian stood beside him as enigmatic as his beloved.
Gazing into the flames he felt rather than noticed others filing into the office and scattering themselves around on the mismatched seating. Dumbledore broke the hum of voices to announce “As you all know sable is recuperating under poppy’s careful administrations” Remus looked crestfallen.
Albus almost leapt from behind his desk with glee at the next part “whilst not strictly the way that things are done I really wanted to be the one to let everyone know and Bastian has kindly given me the grace to do so." Severus startled and glowered at the two men.
I’m going to be a what? Hissed Severus. ‘I never touched her’ Severus’ mind swam. He threw himself from the chair and stalked across the room, for someone swathed in cloaks he moved pretty darned fast.
“By Merlins Beard I... never, well don’t look at me it must have been him”, he spat pointing accursedly at Remus. Remus had the good grace to blush. “It’ll be all hairy with… with … pointy teeth and a tendency to chew on furniture” he spat “But it wasn’t me”
Dumbledore merely twinkled. Bastian looked chastised, a fact that didn’t pass Severus’s keen observation.
An un-noticed woman of obvious Unseelie heritage stepped forward. And Bastian appeared at her side. Severus felt as if he heart would break, his beloved had a woman, and, the thought hit like a basilisk, she was with child, very obviously with child.
He stood, heart breaking, so cruel, so cruel. He caught his reflection in a mirror and wondered how he could ever have let down his carefully maintained guard, how could he ever have believed that anyone could love him. How did he ever get into this mess?
With carefully schooled indifference he congratulated the astonished couple, artfully dodged Bastian as he reached for him and fled the room lest there would be witnesses to his broken heart.
On the way back to his rooms he ran through every moment trying to answer why and how, let alone … when. When did he fall so madly so totally in love, and why, why by Merlins beard why like everything else in his life thus far … why … did it have to go bad.
Back in his apartment he threw up ward after ward. He had always been a private man, and now … now with his heart breaking … now even more so.
A fire-whiskey and a fire-whiskey chaser or two or three and he felt almost normal. A long hot shower and he might even feel clean. Wash away all and every indication that he had ever loved, that he had ever believed himself to have been … loved.
He could just close his eyes and feel the passion, the stirring in his soul that made his breath catch in his throat. Severus remembered his scent, the strong smooth talented hands and the taste of those ambrosial kisses claiming his lips. With his eyes closed he could almost feel the heat of passion sticky and sweet upon his stomach.
Morose self pity and fury dissolved with another copious glass of fire-whiskey into graceless philosophy **how dare they assume that I would want to be associated with their brat** snort, gaffaw. A tear escaped to run unchecked down his cheek, a tear for the empty bed and arms that he would wake with every morning and a heart that held such a hopeless need.
A blue flash indicated that someone was trying to use the floo system to access Severus’ apartment, but now very heavily warded that was simply not going to happen. Severus sniggered “naughty, naughty, you perverted closet Slytherin, gotta’ snort ‘gotta getup earlier than that, ta pull the whatsever over my thingy whatsey.’ He slurred wagging his finger at the normal hearth fire.
Suddenly Severus cried out and sat bolt upright clasping his left arm to his body doubled over in obvious agony. In less than a heartbeat he summoned potions to bring him back to reality with a resounding crash.
He dropped the wards and called Dumbledore. With torture etched across his fine beauty he hissed through the pain “I have to go.”
No more time for regrets no more time for love, no more time for what ifs and maybes. He cast a fevered glance at Bastian who he could just see beyond the headmaster, filled with tomes that he feared he never would have the chance to speak, and broke the link. He toyed with the “long second” ring upon his finger and removed it.
Now on automatic he grabbed the mask from his drawer and cloak from the wardrobe, thus armed he hastened to the edge of Hogwarts to apparate. This could just be the solution everyone needed...
Severus seethed his way through the corridors and stormed up to the gargoyle posted at Dumbledore’s stairwell. “do NOT make me say it” he fumed. Black eyes threatening terracotta. The gargoyle looked chastised and ready to fly the coop, but stoically stood his ground. Such a very, very fine line between bravery and total stupidity.
Bastian calmly whispered “Cockroach Kisses”, Severus snarled with disgust at the obviously relieved gargoyle who hopped aside.
Up the spiral stairwell Severus flew with Bastian, in full regalia none the less, close behind. Disappointingly Dumbledore’s office door swung open depriving Severus of the satisfaction of slamming it, so he sufficed with throwing himself into a wing backed chair by the fire. Bastian stood beside him as enigmatic as his beloved.
Gazing into the flames he felt rather than noticed others filing into the office and scattering themselves around on the mismatched seating. Dumbledore broke the hum of voices to announce “As you all know sable is recuperating under poppy’s careful administrations” Remus looked crestfallen.
Albus almost leapt from behind his desk with glee at the next part “whilst not strictly the way that things are done I really wanted to be the one to let everyone know and Bastian has kindly given me the grace to do so." Severus startled and glowered at the two men.
I’m going to be a what? Hissed Severus. ‘I never touched her’ Severus’ mind swam. He threw himself from the chair and stalked across the room, for someone swathed in cloaks he moved pretty darned fast.
“By Merlins Beard I... never, well don’t look at me it must have been him”, he spat pointing accursedly at Remus. Remus had the good grace to blush. “It’ll be all hairy with… with … pointy teeth and a tendency to chew on furniture” he spat “But it wasn’t me”
Dumbledore merely twinkled. Bastian looked chastised, a fact that didn’t pass Severus’s keen observation.
An un-noticed woman of obvious Unseelie heritage stepped forward. And Bastian appeared at her side. Severus felt as if he heart would break, his beloved had a woman, and, the thought hit like a basilisk, she was with child, very obviously with child.
He stood, heart breaking, so cruel, so cruel. He caught his reflection in a mirror and wondered how he could ever have let down his carefully maintained guard, how could he ever have believed that anyone could love him. How did he ever get into this mess?
With carefully schooled indifference he congratulated the astonished couple, artfully dodged Bastian as he reached for him and fled the room lest there would be witnesses to his broken heart.
On the way back to his rooms he ran through every moment trying to answer why and how, let alone … when. When did he fall so madly so totally in love, and why, why by Merlins beard why like everything else in his life thus far … why … did it have to go bad.
Back in his apartment he threw up ward after ward. He had always been a private man, and now … now with his heart breaking … now even more so.
A fire-whiskey and a fire-whiskey chaser or two or three and he felt almost normal. A long hot shower and he might even feel clean. Wash away all and every indication that he had ever loved, that he had ever believed himself to have been … loved.
He could just close his eyes and feel the passion, the stirring in his soul that made his breath catch in his throat. Severus remembered his scent, the strong smooth talented hands and the taste of those ambrosial kisses claiming his lips. With his eyes closed he could almost feel the heat of passion sticky and sweet upon his stomach.
Morose self pity and fury dissolved with another copious glass of fire-whiskey into graceless philosophy **how dare they assume that I would want to be associated with their brat** snort, gaffaw. A tear escaped to run unchecked down his cheek, a tear for the empty bed and arms that he would wake with every morning and a heart that held such a hopeless need.
A blue flash indicated that someone was trying to use the floo system to access Severus’ apartment, but now very heavily warded that was simply not going to happen. Severus sniggered “naughty, naughty, you perverted closet Slytherin, gotta’ snort ‘gotta getup earlier than that, ta pull the whatsever over my thingy whatsey.’ He slurred wagging his finger at the normal hearth fire.
Suddenly Severus cried out and sat bolt upright clasping his left arm to his body doubled over in obvious agony. In less than a heartbeat he summoned potions to bring him back to reality with a resounding crash.
He dropped the wards and called Dumbledore. With torture etched across his fine beauty he hissed through the pain “I have to go.”
No more time for regrets no more time for love, no more time for what ifs and maybes. He cast a fevered glance at Bastian who he could just see beyond the headmaster, filled with tomes that he feared he never would have the chance to speak, and broke the link. He toyed with the “long second” ring upon his finger and removed it.
Now on automatic he grabbed the mask from his drawer and cloak from the wardrobe, thus armed he hastened to the edge of Hogwarts to apparate. This could just be the solution everyone needed...