She Loves You
Chapter One: Newest Addition
"Severus, may I have a word?" Albus Dumbledore's voice in Severus Snape's fireplace startled him out of his reverie. "You're presence is required at my office." With a 'pop', Professor Dumbledore's head disappeared. Snape sighed and pulled on his many black robes. Even if there was still one week before the students arrived, he didn't want to be seen without his multitude of black clothing. Merlin forbid, Severus Snape not look threatening at any moment. He couldn't afford to look vulnerable.
Snape walked his usual brisk pace up to the Headmaster's office, thinking his usual negative thoughts. Dumbledore probably wanted to discuss the issue of the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, one that Snape was sure he was not going to receive. Merlin only hoped that candidate wouldn't be hiding Voldemort on the back of their head, or a narcissistic phony or a toad-faced bitch.
Probably all three, Snape thought, scowling. He spoke the password and ascended into Dumbledore's office. Even though Snape knew that Dumbledore would not give him the DADA position, he was flattered that his old friend, his only friend for that matter, would value his opinion. He sure needed it, for his talent of choosing DADA professors wasn't as extraordinary as his talent for many other things.
"Ah, Severus, my good friend. All ready for next term, I presume?" Dumbledore ceased from stroking Fawkes to look at Snape over his half-moon glasses.
"Of course, Headmaster. As ready as one can be for the arrival of thousands of moronic children whose only interest is who snogged who during the summer."
Dumbledore chuckled and settled himself at his desk. "I have a feeling that this year will be one of your best years yet, Severus."
Snape raised a dark eyebrow. "Is that so, Headmaster? And why, may I ask?" Snape had the slightest suspicion that Dumbledore was about to grant him the position he had coveted for so many years.
"Let's just say I have a hunch," Dumbledore replied, his blue eyes twinkling. The hope inside of Snape disintegrated.
"Now, I have someone I'd like to introduce to you. Our new DADA professor should be arriving soon."
"Who is he?" Snape asked, already disliking the professor who had stolen the job he felt he deserved.
"Her name is Consuela Gracewell," said a feminine voice behind him, emphasizing on the word her. Snape turned to regard the voice. Behind him stood an extremely beautiful woman with long, silky dark hair and intense blue eyes. Her skin was slightly dark and she was tall and slender. She eyed Snape with extreme curiosity.
"Consuela! I see you've found you're way with no trouble. Right on time!" Dumbledore took Consuela's hands and placed a kiss on each one. Consuela smiled, showing off perfect white teeth. Snape rolled his eyes. How delightful, she probably can't tell a wand from a fork.
"Albus, still charming as always. Who's your friend?" Dumbledore was about to answer when Consuela interrupted.
"Wait! Let me guess. Tall, mysterious, unmistakable scowl. You must be Professor Snape!" Consuela strode up to Snape and held out her hand. "Albus has told me much about you, and your talent at Potions making. I hear you're exceptionally brilliant."
Snape took this compliment the only way he knew how, by strengthening his guard around people he didn't know. "Yes, which is a lot more than what I can say about most professors, especially the ones who teach DADA."
Consuela looked offended. "I assure you that I can teach a class without turning into a coward."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you did."
Consuela's perfectly structured face turned into a mask of fury. "Professor Snape, what right do you have to judge me when you haven't even seen me teach? How dare you make such assumptions!"
Surprised by this sudden outburst, Snape turned to Dumbledore, who was watching the scene with a look of amusement on his face.
"Consuela, or should I say, Professor Gracewell, is very well qualified for the job, Severus. That I can assure you."
"Thank you, Albus. I think I'll say hello to Minerva, and settle myself in. Goodnight." Still looking angry, she brushed past Snape to the door of the office. Snape watched her disappear, and then turned to Dumbledore.
"I think I'm going to retire early tonight, Headmaster. I will be here if you require assistance." Severus disappeared as well, leaving Dumbledore to speculate. He gave it a few weeks before those two were friendly, or hopefully more than friendly. It was time Severus stopped feeling miserable.
Consuela stalked down the halls, still fuming from her encounter with Professor Snape. Miserable bastard, she told herself. Just upset he didn't get the job. Too bad he wasn't friendly, because he certainly appealed to her looks wise. Tall, probably well built, but it was hard to say, since he wore so many robes. His hair didn't look greasy at all, as Sirius Black had said during his school years, but soft and touchable. Consuela's favourite thing about Snape had to be his voice. Deep, silky, dark. For lack of a better word, Consuela might refer to Snape, the resident Potions Master and Slytherin Head of House, as an extremely sexy man. Too bad he's a miserable bastard, she told herself again.
Chapter One: Newest Addition
"Severus, may I have a word?" Albus Dumbledore's voice in Severus Snape's fireplace startled him out of his reverie. "You're presence is required at my office." With a 'pop', Professor Dumbledore's head disappeared. Snape sighed and pulled on his many black robes. Even if there was still one week before the students arrived, he didn't want to be seen without his multitude of black clothing. Merlin forbid, Severus Snape not look threatening at any moment. He couldn't afford to look vulnerable.
Snape walked his usual brisk pace up to the Headmaster's office, thinking his usual negative thoughts. Dumbledore probably wanted to discuss the issue of the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, one that Snape was sure he was not going to receive. Merlin only hoped that candidate wouldn't be hiding Voldemort on the back of their head, or a narcissistic phony or a toad-faced bitch.
Probably all three, Snape thought, scowling. He spoke the password and ascended into Dumbledore's office. Even though Snape knew that Dumbledore would not give him the DADA position, he was flattered that his old friend, his only friend for that matter, would value his opinion. He sure needed it, for his talent of choosing DADA professors wasn't as extraordinary as his talent for many other things.
"Ah, Severus, my good friend. All ready for next term, I presume?" Dumbledore ceased from stroking Fawkes to look at Snape over his half-moon glasses.
"Of course, Headmaster. As ready as one can be for the arrival of thousands of moronic children whose only interest is who snogged who during the summer."
Dumbledore chuckled and settled himself at his desk. "I have a feeling that this year will be one of your best years yet, Severus."
Snape raised a dark eyebrow. "Is that so, Headmaster? And why, may I ask?" Snape had the slightest suspicion that Dumbledore was about to grant him the position he had coveted for so many years.
"Let's just say I have a hunch," Dumbledore replied, his blue eyes twinkling. The hope inside of Snape disintegrated.
"Now, I have someone I'd like to introduce to you. Our new DADA professor should be arriving soon."
"Who is he?" Snape asked, already disliking the professor who had stolen the job he felt he deserved.
"Her name is Consuela Gracewell," said a feminine voice behind him, emphasizing on the word her. Snape turned to regard the voice. Behind him stood an extremely beautiful woman with long, silky dark hair and intense blue eyes. Her skin was slightly dark and she was tall and slender. She eyed Snape with extreme curiosity.
"Consuela! I see you've found you're way with no trouble. Right on time!" Dumbledore took Consuela's hands and placed a kiss on each one. Consuela smiled, showing off perfect white teeth. Snape rolled his eyes. How delightful, she probably can't tell a wand from a fork.
"Albus, still charming as always. Who's your friend?" Dumbledore was about to answer when Consuela interrupted.
"Wait! Let me guess. Tall, mysterious, unmistakable scowl. You must be Professor Snape!" Consuela strode up to Snape and held out her hand. "Albus has told me much about you, and your talent at Potions making. I hear you're exceptionally brilliant."
Snape took this compliment the only way he knew how, by strengthening his guard around people he didn't know. "Yes, which is a lot more than what I can say about most professors, especially the ones who teach DADA."
Consuela looked offended. "I assure you that I can teach a class without turning into a coward."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you did."
Consuela's perfectly structured face turned into a mask of fury. "Professor Snape, what right do you have to judge me when you haven't even seen me teach? How dare you make such assumptions!"
Surprised by this sudden outburst, Snape turned to Dumbledore, who was watching the scene with a look of amusement on his face.
"Consuela, or should I say, Professor Gracewell, is very well qualified for the job, Severus. That I can assure you."
"Thank you, Albus. I think I'll say hello to Minerva, and settle myself in. Goodnight." Still looking angry, she brushed past Snape to the door of the office. Snape watched her disappear, and then turned to Dumbledore.
"I think I'm going to retire early tonight, Headmaster. I will be here if you require assistance." Severus disappeared as well, leaving Dumbledore to speculate. He gave it a few weeks before those two were friendly, or hopefully more than friendly. It was time Severus stopped feeling miserable.
Consuela stalked down the halls, still fuming from her encounter with Professor Snape. Miserable bastard, she told herself. Just upset he didn't get the job. Too bad he wasn't friendly, because he certainly appealed to her looks wise. Tall, probably well built, but it was hard to say, since he wore so many robes. His hair didn't look greasy at all, as Sirius Black had said during his school years, but soft and touchable. Consuela's favourite thing about Snape had to be his voice. Deep, silky, dark. For lack of a better word, Consuela might refer to Snape, the resident Potions Master and Slytherin Head of House, as an extremely sexy man. Too bad he's a miserable bastard, she told herself again.