Severus sat in his rooms, pouting.
He and Dumbledore had just through yet another heated conversation about Potter and Black that had ended in yet another frustrating end for the Potions Master; and a slightly awkward situation for the Headmaster.
Severus sighed; frowning.
The man was just so, so aggravating!
'And yet so hopelessly cute...' Severus mused; his frowning relaxing into a contented smile as he thought about how Albus' eyes had shone when talking about Harry's future role in the upcoming war.
Then Severus' heart clouded over and an angry scowl overrode all his emotions; as he thought about Severus' mother.
The woman he still loved; somehow, deep inside. The woman who had ruined him forever.
The woman who had refused Dumbledore's help, and tore his heart to pieces in doing so.
'Oh Lily...' He whimpered; then the mental image of her changed; the eyes staying in focus but the body turning; shifting.
He was left feeling confused staring at a mental image of Potter; junior.
He was rather cute, and Severus smirked, thinking of his blatant rudeness to him earlier that year. The boy has spark; and what's more? Personality and guts.
He would have to watch himself around the boy... else he might find himself a little out of control.
His thoughts, as he drifted around his rooms feeling rather useless, drifted back to the HeadMaster... Their 'serious' conversation... About his behaviour with his classes; his rudeness to Potter- and how he needed to reform.
Severus had simply smirked, and leaned over the desk to Albus; where he saw those blue eyes glimmer in a way that nobody eyes had seem. "Have I been naughty?" He had practically purred to the elder man, watching him lick his lips- then attempt to keep the conversation to the point.
He had failed- rather spectacularly, since they had left the office in a somewhat disorganised mess to retreat to somewhat more private- as the portraits had started to complain about the lustful groans coming from the HeadMaster as Severus had run his fingers though the brilliant white beard, all the while nibbling and nipping at Albus's neck; then had moved on to sucking and nibbling his ear; enticing gloriously deep throated renditions of his own name from the older man.
But now- Severus was pacing his rooms; dressed once more, hair organised (somewhat), no longer the finger-mussed and tousled mess it had been as the two men had sped through the castle, hoping; praying they wouldn't come across anybody.
"Albus! Severus!" The sudden voice had made them both jump, as they had sped through corridors and down staircases; hands entwined.
Severus had gone pink, quickly letting go of Albus' almost shaking hand, and had turned around with a glare at the women who had dared to interrupt his and Albus'-
Oh God it was Minerva.
"What?" He had drawled. "The children put another mouse in your bed?"
The transfiguration Professor, already blushing pink as she had taken in Severus' undone first couple of buttons, and the casual way that Albus' robes were slightly off-centre on his body; now glared back, fully riled at the comment.
"Well!" She had said, drawing herself to full height.
"Come now, Severus." Albus had gently pulled him back a few steps, hands on his arms; the casual contact confirming in Minerva's mind (for Severus let no one touch him, ever) what she had already been wondering; and winked at Minerva. "She's a capable woman, she can deal with it." His blue eyes then shone dangerously, daring her to disagree.
Minerva had looked at the shorter man's black hair- so usually dead straight, and lank- now having some serious waves to it, and she unintentionally wondered about the hands that must have been running through it to cause such curls-
"Of course. Nothing I can't handle." Her Scottish lilt giving her words a slight tune.
As she had turned away; both men had sighed.
Without realising; their hands had found each other once more, and when Severus turned to the HeadMaster; he saw undeniable passion lingering in those blue eyes, such unconcealed want that-
"My rooms are nearer." He had said- with just a flicker of his eyes to the staircase next to them.
Albus wasted no time in picking up the cloaked man; and to the potion masters slightly embarrassed self, he was carried the rest of the way.
Still, it meant he could breath huskily into his lover's ear, such suggestions that the both of them turned a rosy pink, and in between sentences he got to lick; just a light flick of the tongue, along the outer lobe of his ear; smirking in satisfaction as Albus shivered every time.
A/N. I know Sev is a little (or a lot) OoC, but you were warned ;)
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