A/n: Thought I'd better produce a fluffy drabble for my loyal readers and lurkers. Hope you enjoy!
Drabble 8.
The troll had provided a year's worth of excitement in one evening and would become stuff of legend. Personally, he would have taken points away from all three of the students for their foolish behaviour but it had been Minerva's call. As heads of rival houses they hardly ever agreed on what was the right punishment. He felt she was too lenient at times and she felt he was too hard. They had decided long ago that behind closed doors they wouldn't discuss such matters as discipline.
Minerva had swept out of the girls bathroom and Severus turned on his heel and followed her out. He was well aware that Potter and his eagle eyes had clocked his limp and probably thought he knew it all. Just like his father.
The corridor was empty and Severus quickened his pace to catch up with Minerva who seemed to be on a mission to get somewhere quickly.
"Minerva," he called out, his leg was throbbing in pain and he couldn't keep up with her quick strides.
Minerva came to halt and turned around to look at him. He limped towards her and her face softened with the realisation that he must be in pain.
"Oh Severus, I didn't think," she said apologetically. "I'm sure Poppy….."
"I'll sort it out myself," he cut in before she suggested anymore. He didn't have anything against the Medi Witch apart from all the fussing and the all the questions she was bound to thrown at him. He would sooner sort it out himself.
"I can help," she offered. It wasn't the first time that Minerva had helped patch him up. She had seen him in far worse states than now. She never flinched or made a fuss. She just sorted him out. Severus was grateful for that.
"The bath should be running by now," she said as she noted the time. The bath in their rooms was enchanted to fill at the same time every night. "I'll come and join you once I've spoken to Albus."
"Don't let him keep you too long," said Severus who knew that sometimes five minute meetings with the Headmaster turned into sixty minutes if you were lucky.
"I won't" she assured him. "I have a wounded snake to look after."
Severus raised an eyebrow before looking around the deserted corridor to check that it was indeed deserted before taking Minerva's hand and pulling her to him. His arms looped around her waist as he embraced her. He pressed a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck before trailing feather light kisses up to her lips.
"Severus," she said softly as she pulled away from him slightly. "Someone may see."
"Oh let them," he said before kissing her soundly on the lips. She moaned and he took the advantage to deepen the kiss.
The kiss came to a gradual end and they stayed entwined for a moment longer before Minerva pulled away and smoothed down her rumpled robes. Severus reached out and tucked a stray lock of Minerva's hair back into her bun. It had dislodged itself at some point during the evening. Whether it was when they were looking for the troll or from the heated kiss they had shared he didn't know. His ego decided it was from the latter. With tender fingers, he stroked a line down her neck and smiled.
"I'll see you soon," he told her.
"Soon," she repeated before hurrying off to find Albus.
