"It would certainly seem so, Mr. Potter," he smirked, delighted at the look of surpressed rage on Harry's face, knowing he was powerless. "You know perfectly well that the majority of the student body is supposed to be heading out to classes... we can't have them distracted by the offer of autographs," his eyes rested on Harry's scar, "from famous Mr. Potter, now can we?"
Harry clentched his fists. He looked up at Snape, and met his cold eyes. Then, before he knew what he was doing, he'd grabbed an entire pitcher of Pumpkin Juice, and emptied the entire thing over Snape's head.
Humiliation. It wasn't something he hadn't often experienced before, but it was something he preferred to keep in the past. White with rage, shaking from the indignity of the entire school staring at him, soaked in sticky juice, his voice hoarse with humiliation, he said, "Potter. Follow me." Almost dizzy, he grabbed the idiot by the forearm tightly and directed him towards the right exit. They left the Hall, which was full of excited giggles and whispered remarks and Snape's mind raced with possiblities for punishment, most of which would probably have landed him in Azkaban.
Dumbledore sat in his regular seat, his usual calm expression on his aged face. But underneath that unfazed expression, millions of unacceptable thoughts were racing through his mind. All of them concerning a man who was currently drenched in a sticky liquid. 'Just like last night' his lecherous mind cackled gleefully.
Malfoy tried hard to stiffle his snickers as he followed the sticky trail of dripping pumpkin juice through the halls. Finally catching up with Snape's fluid movements, Malfoy gave one smirk in Harry's direction, then look up at Snape. "I saw the entire thing, professor," said Malfoy in a mock-concerned voice. "Dreadful, the way some people treat teachers. Is there anything i can do to help?"
Dumbledore climbed out of his chair, his pink floral patterned robes swirling around his thin legs. Strolling towards the doors, with only a mild twinge in his knee to remind him of his astounding age, he plotted what to do. As he was blessed with an above-average intelligence, Dumbledore knew Severus was bringing Harry to his office. He sped up, and in record time was at the stone gargoyle. 'Even the thought of Severus speeds my heart up' He rushed up the stone steps and sat down in his chair, folding his robes gracefully as he did so. 'Severus and Harry will be shortly. Everything thing will go as planned.'
As he and Harry approached the Headmaster's office, his grip on Harry's arm relaxed. Not because he was becoming calmer, though. His heartbeat raced. "What are you waiting for? Don't you know the password?" asked Harry. "It's usually his favorite candy," he added in monotone. Snape knew what Dumbledore's favorite candy was. In fact, he knew it very well. Just last night, Dumbledore had licked it, -the tease- sucked it gently, done things with his mouth to it Snape could never have imagined before he met Albus. Leaning in to the stone gargoyle, he whispered the password, ignoring Harry's confused look. And as they entered the office, and Severus looked into Dumbledore's calming blue eyes, his rage left him. With Albus, everything would be alright, he knew. The Headmaster was the only man who had ever trusted him, who had given him another chance, who had never given up on him... while he had so often gone against his wishes. Snape looked down at his feet, unable to meet Dumbledore's gaze.
