Post by hope*remains on Jul 16, 2007 18:23:44 GMT -5
A/N: Never written from Sevvie's POV before. It was rather fun. Slight bit of fluff in there, but mostly just Embarrassed!Severus. So, enjoy.
Severus Snape did not want to be anywhere except his dungeon tonight. His head was throbbing, though he had really no recollection of why it might be that way. He was not about to go to the Hospital Wing, but it hurt almost as much as trying to teach Neville Longbottom to make a simple potion. The noise in the Great Hall had just made things worse, and then he had had a brief meeting with Professor Flitwick – all the way on the seventh floor. Now, finally, he was on his way back to the dungeons, to sleep.
Perhaps he had a massive headache because the day had been entirely too long for him. Double class this morning with the Gryffindors, and then double class with a different set of Gryffindors in the afternoon. It had been absolute torture. Potter, Weasley, Granger, and Longbottom in one; Weasley and Weasley in the other. If ever there had been a day he wanted to resign, this was it.
Or maybe, just maybe it was because there was going to be a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin tomorrow morning. Slytherin was going to win, of course. But, if by some strange twist of fate – or biased rulings – Gryffindor was able to pull out a win, he would never hear the end of it. He would rather be hit in the head by a Bludger than face the humiliation of defeat. In fact, he was sure that he could hear Minerva McGonagall’s voice in his head already, and the game hadn’t started yet.
Suddenly, he paused. He could hear Professor McGonagall’s voice. It wasn’t inside his head, and it wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He turned his head around to see if she was behind him. She wasn’t. He turned forward again, but she wasn’t ahead of him. He looked to his left, but there were no doors. He looked to his right – there was a door there. As far as he knew, that door led only to an empty classroom.
Severus shook his head quickly, as if to wake himself up. “You’re becoming paranoid, Severus,” he told himself in a whisper. “And you’re talking to yourself in the middle of an empty hallway – a sure sign of insanity.”
He began walking away, and had almost turned the corner when he heard a noise again. He quickly wheeled around. “Peeves!” he cried out in a loud voice. “Whoever you are, show yourself!” Nothing happened. No one, not even that pathetic poltergeist was anywhere to be found. He sighed, wondering if perhaps the headache was causing him to hear things that weren’t there. He turned around once more, and turned the corner.
Suddenly, Severus was sure that he heard something coming from the direction of that empty classroom. Severus knew that if he examined the situation, he would very likely be late to his meeting with the Headmaster. Still, the thought of perhaps catching a student, preferably a Gryffindor like Potter or Weasley, was all too tempting for Severus to resist. “Lumos,” he whispered, and a light appeared on the end of his wand, which had now emerged from his robes. He began to move silently toward the doorway. He stopped just outside, wanting to hear what was going on before he spoiled the student’s fun. He pressed his ear to the door and began to listen.
“...just like a Gryffindor, Albus.”
“Always and forever, my one, my only, my love.”
A giggle. “You always have such a way with words, Albus.”
“And with other things as well, my love.”
Severus did not listen to any more. He backed away from the door faster than Potter flew on that blasted broomstick. He broke into a run and hurried off down the corridor. He could safely say that he had never felt the need to run so fast in his entire life, not even when that traitor Black had tried to get him to face a werewolf. He ran quite a fair distance before he slowed to a walk again.
He did not allow himself to think until he had arrived safely back to his own chambers. As he changed for bed, he found a potion that would help him soothe his headache. He drank it, and then climbed under the covers. After a few minutes, the pain in his head began to subside.
Then, inevitably, the words that he had just overheard echoed in his mind. He knew that he had heard McGonagall’s voice coming down the hallway, and the only “Albus” he knew was the Headmaster himself. Severus shuddered as he thought about it. He knew that the two were friends, and had been for a very long time. But still, one of his former professors and the Headmaster? He shuddered again, not wanting to think about it any longer.
The next morning, no one could figure out why Professor Snape would not look at any of the other staff members. They did not know that he really did not want to look at either Dumbledore or McGonagall, and had decided that he would seem less suspicious by avoiding the gaze of all the professors. He ate his meal in silence, and then disappeared off to the dungeons until it was time for the match.
The match only made things worse, again. Potter performed another “amazing” stunt to catch the Snitch, and Gryffindor had crushed Slytherin in the end. All of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were just as ecstatic about Gryffindor’s win as the Gryffindors were. Severus did not want to face McGonagall just yet, so he decided to take a detour back to the castle. He was going to spend the rest of his Saturday in peace.
On the way back, however, Severus saw two people standing together by the castle walls. They were locked in a deep, passionate embrace that sickened him. Assuming that they were students, he pulled out his wand and quickly went toward them. He was going to take off some points today – maybe that would make him feel better.
Unfortunately, they were not students at all. It was Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. Severus froze as he approached him. He could not move his feet from the spot. He felt his face grow white, that is, whiter than it had been ever before. Dumbledore and McGonagall stopped and looked at him. After a moment of silence, Severus took off running again. He ran until he reached the Entrance Hall, and then he walked briskly down to the dungeons, where he locked himself in his office.
He decided right then that he would much rather have been hit in the head by a Bludger.
A Massive Headache
Severus Snape did not want to be anywhere except his dungeon tonight. His head was throbbing, though he had really no recollection of why it might be that way. He was not about to go to the Hospital Wing, but it hurt almost as much as trying to teach Neville Longbottom to make a simple potion. The noise in the Great Hall had just made things worse, and then he had had a brief meeting with Professor Flitwick – all the way on the seventh floor. Now, finally, he was on his way back to the dungeons, to sleep.
Perhaps he had a massive headache because the day had been entirely too long for him. Double class this morning with the Gryffindors, and then double class with a different set of Gryffindors in the afternoon. It had been absolute torture. Potter, Weasley, Granger, and Longbottom in one; Weasley and Weasley in the other. If ever there had been a day he wanted to resign, this was it.
Or maybe, just maybe it was because there was going to be a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin tomorrow morning. Slytherin was going to win, of course. But, if by some strange twist of fate – or biased rulings – Gryffindor was able to pull out a win, he would never hear the end of it. He would rather be hit in the head by a Bludger than face the humiliation of defeat. In fact, he was sure that he could hear Minerva McGonagall’s voice in his head already, and the game hadn’t started yet.
Suddenly, he paused. He could hear Professor McGonagall’s voice. It wasn’t inside his head, and it wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He turned his head around to see if she was behind him. She wasn’t. He turned forward again, but she wasn’t ahead of him. He looked to his left, but there were no doors. He looked to his right – there was a door there. As far as he knew, that door led only to an empty classroom.
Severus shook his head quickly, as if to wake himself up. “You’re becoming paranoid, Severus,” he told himself in a whisper. “And you’re talking to yourself in the middle of an empty hallway – a sure sign of insanity.”
He began walking away, and had almost turned the corner when he heard a noise again. He quickly wheeled around. “Peeves!” he cried out in a loud voice. “Whoever you are, show yourself!” Nothing happened. No one, not even that pathetic poltergeist was anywhere to be found. He sighed, wondering if perhaps the headache was causing him to hear things that weren’t there. He turned around once more, and turned the corner.
Suddenly, Severus was sure that he heard something coming from the direction of that empty classroom. Severus knew that if he examined the situation, he would very likely be late to his meeting with the Headmaster. Still, the thought of perhaps catching a student, preferably a Gryffindor like Potter or Weasley, was all too tempting for Severus to resist. “Lumos,” he whispered, and a light appeared on the end of his wand, which had now emerged from his robes. He began to move silently toward the doorway. He stopped just outside, wanting to hear what was going on before he spoiled the student’s fun. He pressed his ear to the door and began to listen.
“...just like a Gryffindor, Albus.”
“Always and forever, my one, my only, my love.”
A giggle. “You always have such a way with words, Albus.”
“And with other things as well, my love.”
Severus did not listen to any more. He backed away from the door faster than Potter flew on that blasted broomstick. He broke into a run and hurried off down the corridor. He could safely say that he had never felt the need to run so fast in his entire life, not even when that traitor Black had tried to get him to face a werewolf. He ran quite a fair distance before he slowed to a walk again.
He did not allow himself to think until he had arrived safely back to his own chambers. As he changed for bed, he found a potion that would help him soothe his headache. He drank it, and then climbed under the covers. After a few minutes, the pain in his head began to subside.
Then, inevitably, the words that he had just overheard echoed in his mind. He knew that he had heard McGonagall’s voice coming down the hallway, and the only “Albus” he knew was the Headmaster himself. Severus shuddered as he thought about it. He knew that the two were friends, and had been for a very long time. But still, one of his former professors and the Headmaster? He shuddered again, not wanting to think about it any longer.
~*~
The next morning, no one could figure out why Professor Snape would not look at any of the other staff members. They did not know that he really did not want to look at either Dumbledore or McGonagall, and had decided that he would seem less suspicious by avoiding the gaze of all the professors. He ate his meal in silence, and then disappeared off to the dungeons until it was time for the match.
The match only made things worse, again. Potter performed another “amazing” stunt to catch the Snitch, and Gryffindor had crushed Slytherin in the end. All of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were just as ecstatic about Gryffindor’s win as the Gryffindors were. Severus did not want to face McGonagall just yet, so he decided to take a detour back to the castle. He was going to spend the rest of his Saturday in peace.
On the way back, however, Severus saw two people standing together by the castle walls. They were locked in a deep, passionate embrace that sickened him. Assuming that they were students, he pulled out his wand and quickly went toward them. He was going to take off some points today – maybe that would make him feel better.
Unfortunately, they were not students at all. It was Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. Severus froze as he approached him. He could not move his feet from the spot. He felt his face grow white, that is, whiter than it had been ever before. Dumbledore and McGonagall stopped and looked at him. After a moment of silence, Severus took off running again. He ran until he reached the Entrance Hall, and then he walked briskly down to the dungeons, where he locked himself in his office.
He decided right then that he would much rather have been hit in the head by a Bludger.
