Part Two

Part Two

Professor Snape buried his head in his hands and kicked the leg of his desk in frustration. It was half eleven Sunday evening and he was alone in his room trying to mark the Potions homework his Hufflepuff forth years had handed to him earlier on. With one problem. He couldn't concentrate.

No matter how hard he tried; he couldn't stop thinking about the previous Sunday. Or about how infuriating that Potter boy was. But mostly, about her.

She'd been on his mind all week, that much he couldn't deny. But the most maddening thing was-he didn't know why! She being, of course, Minerva McGonagall.

Snape reasoned with himself. He didn't even like Professor McGonagall! She was an annoying woman who took pride in the fact her Quidditch team were able to make his team look like a bunch of first years! Then why did you kiss her? A voice in the back of his head asked. Snape growled viciously as he stood up and knocked his chair to the floor as he stormed out of the room.

Professor McGonagall sighed. She was sat in the staff room in a comfy chair reading a very good book infant of a blazing fire, listening to Professors Sprout and Lupin chattering merrily. She should have been perfectly content. But she wasn't.

No matter what she thought about, her mind kept slipping back to the same thing. Serverus Snape. It wasn't like she could help it. Infact she wished she could get him out of her head. But the fact he was always in her thoughts only served to heighten her disliking of the man.

"What's up Minnie? Having a bad day?" Lupin asked. She smiled apologetically. Now Lupin she liked. He was the best Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher that Hogwarts had had in a long time and she had been very glad when he had decided to return to his post for a second year. Although Serverus had been livid…….Damn! She thought. There she went again, thinking about Serverus Snape! With a sigh, she closed her book and headed towards her office. She needed to get her thoughts together and she needed to do it fast.

After checking for the second time there were no Slytherin witches or wizards creeping around after lights out, Professor Snape gave a great sigh. It was no use. He was going to have to talk to her about how he felt. But how can I? He thought. When I don't even know myself? Despite his unwillingness though, he knew what he must do. Slowly, he set off towards the staff room.

Walking down one of the many corridors that led to her office, Professor McGonagall was a confused woman. How could she be having feelings for a man whom, when she allowed herself to be completely honest, she loathed? Professor Snape was a cold, mean hearted man who terrified most of the Hogwarts students. But an exceptionally good kisser. She reminded herself. She felt like breaking something.

The staff room was warm and inviting. No wonder Snape had never been able to stand it in there. Poking his head round the door he could see that Professor McGonagall wasn't present; however before he could get away, he was spotted.

"Ah, Serverus! Come to join us?" Professor Lupin enquired in a friendly manner.

"Not right now," he growled, hoping to beat a hasty retreat.

"Oh come on! Relax! Put your feet up!" Professor Sprout encouraged.

"No, really, I don't have time right now!" he protested.

"Then why did you come here, if not to relax?" Lupin wondered.

"Actually, if you must know, I'm looking for Professor McGonagall. We need to discuss Quidditch timetables. Have you seen her?"

"Ohhh!" Professor Lupin commented, in apparent realisation. (For it was common knowledge around the school that the two were unable to agree on their houses practice times.) "Yes, she was in here earlier, I think she went to her office. Oh, and Serverus? Go easy on her, I think she's having a bad day," Professor Snape was already halfway out of the room. He couldn't stand that man!

There was a light on in Minerva's office, he could see it through a crack in the door. As it was slightly ajar, he saw himself in.

"nice of you to knock," she commented dryly, glancing up from marking a roll of parchment. What's he doing here? She thought, desperately. He's the last person I want to see right now!

"I urmmm, needed to talk to you," he explained.

"Talk away," she teased, leaning back in her chair. "I'm all ears," He swallowed hard as she stood and began to file the parchments in a cabinet.

"You're not going to make this easy for me are you?" he sighed.

"Well maybe if you explain what you need to talk to me about, I can make it slightly easier for you!"

"Explain what I need to talk to you about? Don't you know?"

"No," she said, simply.

"This!" he exclaimed as he grabbed her round the waist and pushed her against the wall, kissing her madly. After a long moment, they pulled apart slowly.

"Oh, that," she said softly. "Yeah, I needed to talk to you about that too."

"You wanna go first?" he asked.

"I guess. Look Serverus, I don't like you okay! I never have done! But I haven't been able to get you out of my head all week!"

"Believe me, it's the same here," he mused. "The question is, where do we go from here?"

"Well it's fairly obvious that us not being together isn't going to work. But then, the idea of us being together isn't too appealing either. I think that to be in a relation ship with someone, it helps if you like them,"

"How about a trial period?" he suggested.

"Trial period?"

"Yeah, of about a month. We can be together but keep it quiet and at the end of the month, we can either carry on seeing each other, or if it's obvious it isn't going to work, we can just finish it. It's perfect!"

"You know, I think you may be onto something there!" she enthused. A silence fell.

"We can start tomorrow right?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, we should definitely wait until tomorrow!"

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