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Chapter Eleven of the Harry and Snape Romance, Red and Green. Un-beta'd, but still looked over and such. Sorry it couldn't be beta'd, but Maahes never replied to my email! If she does, I'll reupload her version because it most likely rocks more then mine! Chapter eleven is what a lot of you have been waiting for! But chapter twelve will be so much better! Hehe! So I hope you like this chapter. As well, thanks for all the reviews I've been getting on the story. Each one really, reapply counts. Means the world to me. ^_^Livejournal:
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XI. Muggle Music and Kisses
"Ah, good morning, Severus." Piss off old man. Just go away. Do not ruin my mood, or else I'm warning you, I will go all out. I stare at him. He's chewing on one of those pink candy hearts that I just want to destroy. I'm tempted to snatch it from his mouth and throw it as far as I could. But I cursed myself to do otherwise and immediately headed to the teachers table. Nobody, and I mean nobody, better not put me out of my mood.
Because for once in the last ten years. It was finally good.
"Morning Headmaster." I mutter quietly and walk rather elegantly to my normal seat. Thank Merlin today was a Friday, I needed some time off, desperately. My eyes focus on my tea and I take a sip. But then I stop as Potter and his friends come in from the Great Hall's main entrance. He's smiling gleefully, and I can't help but give myself a small chuckle. But too small enough so no one notice.
Then again, who could notice under all this chatter these adolescences make?
I watch him as he takes his seat as his proper table. Those green eyes flash up to me and I'm caught in a fine line between awe and maturity. He then shoots me a shy smile. I only reply with shaking my head before going back to my tea. It wasn't a negative sort of look I offered him; but rather a friendly and laughable sort. And Potter took it that way as I saw him snicker and turn back to his friends.
But a hand on my shoulder startled me. Almost to the point where I dropped my tea. I may not be a Seeker but I have good reactions. I look up behind me and the old man is back. I groan silently. He notices, but as always, he never says anything about my quiet motions. He pats my shoulder softly before leaning down to where his mouth is inches from my ear. I could feel his silvery beard slide down my shoulder. My body tingled in fear of all sorts.
"Mind if you come for tea again this afternoon?"
"Very well Headmaster." I mutter and take another sip of my tea. That's all I could really say to the old man. I lolled my head back once he left my presence and remembered what classes were scheduled for Potions today. Joy. Double potions with Slytherin and Gryffindor.
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The class swarmed in, bickering as usual. But this time didn't take off points. I only sighed and waited for Potter to make his entrance. And he did. Damn his looks for making my jaw drop an inch or two. Because everyone was huddled around Malfoy's desk no one seemed to notice my rather inappropriate action. What rumors does the Malfoy boy hold for us today? I wandered from my desk and around towards the huddle; my eyes glaring at each and everyone of the students that surrounded Malfoy. A snarl from my lips and Malfoy was looking up.
"And what, Mr. Malfoy do you have that causes the entire class, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike, to adorn your aura?" I ask, in my normal cold voice. I welcomed my cold voice back happily. Only Potter could take that thick voice that scares students beyond their wits away. And Potter wasn't even going to try me when I was testing Malfoy's mind. It was rather fun actually; toying with students from my own house.
How Slytherin of me.
"What I find funny, sir, and what others do as well, is how Potter and you have been getting along."
My eyes narrowed onto the boy. The whole class quieted down from the murmurs that surrounded Malfoy and myself. But I didn't lose my shield. Still I could feel Potter's eyes on me. I was almost as nervous as he was. Minus the fact that I was the teacher and I had to keep up with the class, and keep my character as it has been for the last ten years.
Until I met the real Potter. My Potter.
"Oh really, Mr. Malfoy." I snarl and lean over, my face inches from his. He was from my own house, and I had the chance to expel the boy. But his father could do more harm than this pathetic child could do. So I resorted to the next best thing. Well, it wasn't quite the best thing in the world for the Slytherin House and it's chance to get the House Cup; but for Potter's sake. It was highly worth it.
"Well I find it funny for the first time in years that I'm taking points from Slytherin. One hundred of them. I also find it funny that you continued to question me of my actions; are you that infatuated over me, Mr. Malfoy?"
"No sir." The boy said, trying to restrain his anger that I was causing him. Quickly, to avoid anymore gasps and murmurs, I moved back to my desk and glared at the class. They quickly resorted to moving back to their seats. I eyed over the class for a moment capturing a glimpse of Potter's eyes on me. He smiled softly and I raised a small brow to him. I would definitely have to talk to him about how he acts around me in class next time he visits.
"Now class, today I have been asked by Poppy to make a batch of potions for the virus going around. She needs them as soon as possible, and since you're the only class who has gotten that far; it will be your responsibility to make one potion each for Poppy."
And they went to work. But I kept my eye on Potter.
As hard as I tried not to watch him. I had to.
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"Professor." Potter's voice speaks up and I look at him. Everyone has left the class. And it was funny enough that I had only taken ten points from Gryffindor today; which was very rare. Even more so, that Slytherin lost a sum of one hundred points for that Malfoy brat's little charade of egotistical words to me before class. No one messed with Potter. He made me smile.
I looked at him, and he offered a small smile in return, holding his books at his side as he watched me grade papers. Grading papers was the result of giving out stupid writing assignments while the time Potter infatuated me; damn the backfires in being a teacher.
"Yes, Potter?" I ask calmly looking over his form. He checks the door once more, and I instantly murmur a small spell and the door closes. He had a right to his privacy; especially since Malfoy already had small thoughts about what was going on between Potter and myself.
"I was wondering if uh.." He stopped himself. He looked at me, but he realizes that I am Severus Snape. I could just tell as those deep green eyes flickered at me countless times. I was the man who played chess with him. Fifty six times. There was no need to be scared of me. "If I could come by tonight, again."
Good boy. Gryffindor courage. Thank Merlin he's not a Hufflepuff. I scribble down something on a parchment, trying to act as if I was busy; but of coarse it didn't work. He was too smart to know that I was a little shy.
And I mean a very little. I simply nodded and offered him a small smirk. That smirk, though, seemed to be flowing into a smile. I guess I was just too enthralled with the boy at the moment to hide behind a stupid smirk. "After dinner, I presume?"
"That would be fine sir." He moved from my desk and made his way to the door, only turning around once. he looked. I stared. Such a foolish boy. Damn those glasses for making him look so smart. "Have a good day sir." He smiled and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
I was falling in love with a Gryffindor.
And I didn't even know if he liked me.
How not-so Slytherin of me.
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And so classes came and went. The day moved slow as ever, but I tried not to notice. I just wanted for the evening to approach so I could talk to Potter. I missed last night. But I was rewarded with the fact that he will come again tonight. I gave out homework, I made students do Potions. Life was getting back to normal; except for the fact that Potter was now somehow part of my dull life. I'm still rather surprised, to say the least shocked. How the boy would want to spend time with me. But it's better not to question things like this if I want to keep them.
Dinner passed by. I ate, and kept a close eye on Potter. Who was keeping a close eye on me. He would giggle, and I would purse my lips. My lips would hide when I felt Albus's eyes on me; but he did not question me. Students didn't look at me; they just chattered like normal. Teachers talked. Everything was fitting in place; and soon Potter could come and talk with me.
And sit in his chair.
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There was a soft knock, and I stood up. There was another knock and I rushed to the door. Opening it to see the boy who I had waiting all day to see.
Potter.
He wandered in and took his seat in his chair. I closed the door and spelled it shut. No need for anyone to invade into our private world. These were my dungeons. And this was Potter, who belonged here. No one's business at all.
"Evening Potter." I smirked gingerly as I watched him make two cups of tea. He placed one cup on my side and one on his own. Thus before taking a sip from the cup.
"Evening, sir. How are you?"
He always asks that question, and it feels refreshing each time. It's really silly after all. It still mesmerizes me how the savior would even talk to me. He was supposed to be the school's git. Who doesn't talk to the greasy potion master. That tortured everyone with homework and took many, many points from Houses for the smallest things. Until I met Potter. And then things changed.
"I'm rather tired, as usual. Damned Hufflepuffs."
And he laughed. I took a sip of my tea and watched the fire. Yes, everything was going bloody right.
"Not as tired as me, I bet. Trelawney expected me to die today by being hit by a flying car." I chuckled. Trelawney and her screwy self. I even remembered the time when Potter and his friend flew that flying car into Hogwarts and smashed into the Whomping Willow. Potter could have been expelled, and he would have if he was in Slytherin House; but he was not. And I'm glad now at that fact.
Potter's still here. "Have a nice dinner, sir?"
"Minus the chatter between the headmaster and Professor McGonagall about candy hearts. It was quite alright, thank you. And yours?" He slips his hand in his pocket and pulls out a bag of those candy hearts. As much as I want to thrash about and tear those things to pieces; I let him have them. They were his, and he could eat them. Because he was not Albus; he was Potter.
"It was good, thanks. And they're not so bad. You should try one." A shy smile was flashed at me and in a quick second, he pops out a few of those candy hearts, before gnawing on one. Thank Merlin he closes his mouth when he eats. Unlike Albus who chews on them like they're the last thing in the world keeping him alive. I frown some, I really didn't want to try one. But Potter seemed to be enjoying himself. Maybe just one. He sees me thinking and he grins.
Fine. I'll eat one.
I push out my hand, and I feel a candy heart drop into it's wrath. My eyes glance down and look at the candy that Potter gave me. It's pink and shaped as a heart, obviously. I picked it up with my fingers and brought it closer to my eyes. I was almost shocked when I read the words. 'Kiss me'. Merely coincidence or did Potter pick it out? I looked over at Potter who was happily munching on the candy hearts; he looked innocent.
He couldn't have wanted a kiss; could he?
I stopped thinking about that thought and popped the sugary tidbit into my mouth. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It wasn't exactly what I would call 'great' either. It had a nice taste though. And it soaked down all the thoughts about what the candy heart meant.
Potter smiled at me and I simply rolled my eyes. "I hope it wasn't that bad."
"Not as bad as when the headmaster forced me to listen to these odd Muggle songs." I murmured and finished off the candy. I would have to eat some more some other time. I still had that bag Albus gave me for Christmas. They would come mighty handy.
"Muggle music? I like it, a little. Use to it at home with my cousin always playing it. He was never a good dancer though." Potter murmured quietly and I raised a brow at him. He never spoke to me about his family; actually, he never really spoke about his family at all. Never talked about them towards his friends, or even mentioned them.
"Can you dance?" I asked. My fingernails clenching onto the edge of the green chair for some odd reason. I couldn't let them go, even though I did try pulling them away.
He looked at me almost questionably before shaking his head. "I've never tried. Except at the Yule Ball; but that was only for a few minutes. I think I did horrible though." His face looked down to his lap, and I could see the sides of his cheeks blushing wildly. But most of the fires flames engulfed his rose colored cheeks. I had an idea to his answer, but I was pondering if I should really ask.
Merlin. Better now or never. No excuses.
I stood up and stretched out my arms some. He flickered his green eyes at me. I grinned somewhat before offering him my hand. "Then I will teach you if you would like." He looked at me in almost complete shock. I'm not sure if he's putting me down or what. He only stands up, and he finally takes my hand. A sigh of relief falls over me as I feel him place his hand on my waist.
So far so good.
He then places his other hand on my shoulder; and I follow suit. He knows the basic setup at least. He looks up at me with one of those genuine Potter smiles. And I only look down at the boy with a raised eyebrow. And we began to sway. I murmured a word and the old Muggle record box thing Albus gave me a few months back began to play with some classical music. Most likely not what the boy likes, but it will make due.
He's better at dancing then Potions I can say at least. he and I sway together. The waltz. And he was rather good. Almost better then me, but not quite. I feel his head rest on my chest and I almost feel like freezing. But his warm hair nestled under my nose keeps me swaying with him. My heart's beating rapidly, and he can tell. His fingers drum in rhythm to the music on my waist, and I tingle some. "You're not so bad, Potter."
He looks up at me, still keeping his head on my chest. I don't want it to go. It gives me comfort. I wish I had some glue so I could keep it there. He smiles softly and presses his cheek back against my chest, looking down at the ground as he hummed quietly to the song. I hoped the song would never end. I hoped that my feet would never get tired. I liked this; and I didn't want it to go away.
So we danced. For what seemed like hours that were on minutes.
"Professor?" Potter mumbled quietly into my chest. Our dancing was slowing down to where we came to just standing in the middle of the room holding onto each other. It was nice. And I must say I am happy I had one window in my dungeons; the moon gave Potter a nice effect that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Ah, I think I have a word.
Lovely.
"Hm, Potter?" I ask in reply, swaying gently with him, but never moving my feet. I feel his breath caressing my chest, and I run my hands awkwardly, but only in centimeters along his waist. Just back and forth for only centimeters. It may not have been much, but it was better then I thought I would get.
"Thank you for teaching me to dance." I chuckled lightly at his words. He did not need to be taught how to dance, for he already knew. I wanted to kiss his head, I wanted to hold onto his body forever. But I stopped myself. I couldn't take this too fast. I didn't even know if we were friends yet. But it felt like that; even more.
"You already knew how to dance Potter." His eyes bloomed up and caught mine. I was lost in that sea of green liquid his orbs held. He smiled, and I smiled. There was no more shield for me to hide behind, Potter put it away.
"Can you teach me something else then?"
The music stops and I ponder what he's talking about. But my face does not change it's emotions. Greasy old Potion Masters are allowed to smile every once in a while. Slytherins are allowed to be happy. Teachers can have some joy in their life. So I allowed myself that. With Potter.
I raise a brow after a moments notice, and he places his head back into my chest. I breath in his hair once more before figuring out what to say. "What would you like for me to teach you, Potter? I've already taught you Potions, and as hard as it is for me to say; you're not so bad in the subject." I feel his lips smile on my chest. He deserved that compliment. He was a good student; just faltered sometime. But who could blame him?
He was the boy who lived.
"Teach me to kiss." He mumbled into my shirt.
And I knew my life would never be the same again.
To be continued..
