Chapter Eleven;
(Reader's PoV)
Sirius gallivanted through the halls to the dungeons. He was on an adrenaline rush, or so it felt like he was. He was walking on clouds, he liked Severus, and Severus /loved/ him! He could make this work, no, he /would/ make this work. He nodded to himself as he stopped in front of Severus' doors. He brushed his clothing off, straightening it out, then turning his attention towards his hair, running a hand through it to push it back, though it falling right back in its normal place. He knocked on Severus' doors and waited for an answer.
Sirius tapped his foot impatiently as he awaited an answer, though it never came. He checked his muggle-watch, and then stared up at the door. 'What's taking him so long?' he thought to himself as he swayed from foot to foot, by the time he checked his watch again, and he noticed it had been five minutes. He groaned and knocked again, this time much louder before a figure appeared at the door. He frowned as he saw the portrait that protected Severus' chambers was Salazar Slytherin. Of course it was Salazar, he frowned as the portrait gave him a glare, "And what can I do for you?" he asked.
"I'm here to see Severus," Sirius said dryly.
"Oh, you're the Black fellow? No, I was told not to let anyone in, especially /you/," Salazar spat.
Sirius glared at him, "Listen! I need to talk to him! It's /very/ important!"
"No! You listen to me!" Salazar boomed, rising from his chair, "You will not be given permission into these chambers!"
Sirius groaned, crossing his arms, "Listen. I'm sure we can work /something/ out."
Salazar took his seat, tapping his chin then giving a mischievous grin, "Okay. Ask nicely."
"That's it? Please let me in," Sirius said, smiling.
"… Ask nicely… in Parseltongue," Salazar said, trying to contain a chuckle.
Sirius glared, "I don't know how to speak that!"
"Then no permission for you!" Salazar said, turning his chair to face away from Sirius.
"You stubborn old git…" Sirius cursed, trying to think of what to do, and then it hit him. Harry!
Sirius turned and ran towards Gryffindor common-room. He stopped at the door, "May I come in?" he asked the Fat Lady, giving her a beaming smile.
The Fat Lady blushed, nodding her head and popping open. Sirius ambled in, looking around to see Hermione, Ron, and Harry all conveniently sitting on the couch, reading. Harry looked up and smiled, "Sirius! What's up?" he asked as he stood up and walked over to hug his god-father.
Sirius hugged him back, "I need your help."
Harry pulled back, frowning, "With what? Did something happen?"
"No, no. I need you to teach me how to say 'May I please enter?' in parseltongue!" Sirius said, giving his pleading puppy eyes.
"Erm… why, Siri?" Harry asked, a bit confused.
"Just, please… I'll explain later!" Sirius said in a rush.
"Um… yeah, okay. It's 'Sssaaah sshhai shishhie'" Harry said, hissing.
Sirius bit his bottom lip, "Sah shai shishie?"
Harry tilted his head a bit, "Yeah, close enough."
"Thanks, Harry!" he said, hugging him and running out of the common-room, heading back towards Snape's chambers. When he arrived, he saw Salazar still sitting in place, now turned to face him with a smirk on his face.
"Come back for another try?" Salazar asked, placing his hands atop one another.
"Sssaah sshai sshisshie!" he said, trying his best to hiss the words.
Salazar's lips curled into a frown, "That was horrible. You murder my language."
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry," Sirius apologized, staring at Salazar with his puppy eyes.
Salazar gave a sigh, "Fine," he said as the door popped open.
Sirius rushed in like a kid would on the grand opening of a candy shop. He looked around the chambers and frowned when he didn't see Severus. He decided to check every possible area of the chambers, leaving the bedroom last. He walked into the kitchen, no sign, living room, no sign, small library, and no sign. He swaggered back into the living room and stopped at the bedroom door.
Slowly, he grabbed the knob and turned it as quietly as possible, pushing the door ajar. He poked his head in and looked around, not seeing anyone, he sighed and walked into the room the remainder of the way, seeing the light coming from another door which he assumed was the bathroom. He walked over and pushed his ear to the door, hearing nothing, he frowned and pushed open the door, "Severus?" he asked as he looked inside.
Severus jumped up from the bathtub, his eyes wide and his face flushing, "Get out, Black!" he bellowed.
Sirius stood frozen, he knew he should get out, but he couldn't get his legs to move. He stared at Severus; sure he was a light tint of red.
Severus glared, pulling a towel from off the hanger and putting it over him, the towel falling into the water, "Are you deaf, Black? I told you to get /out/!" Severus boomed though his gritted teeth.
"Uh, what?" Sirius asked as he came out of the daze, "Oh! Right! Sorry!" he apologized, walking out and closing the door.
Sirius paced in Severus' bedroom, waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom. When he did, he had a towel around his waist. He gave a glare at Sirius and walked over to his wardrobe, pulling out some black drawstring pajamas and a black long-sleeved t-shirt, "If you'd so kindly get out so I can get changed?" Severus asked dryly. Sirius nodded and walked out of the room, going straight to Severus' liquor cabinet and searching through the contents. He decided he had enough Firewhiskey for one night and grabbed a sobering potion, taking a dose.
"I don't believe I offered you a drink, Black," Severus said as he walked out of his room now dressed.
"I was just taking some sobering potion, uh… sorry," Sirius said, trying to not turn to him in fear he was still flustered.
"What're you doing here? Is it that you're too /stupid/ to understand that get out means you are not welcomed to return after what… an hour or two?" Severus asked dryly.
"No, I wanted… see… I spoke to Remus-" Sirius began to explain but was cut off by Severus.
"Ah, you've spoken to your Werewolf. I take it he told you everything, and now you're here to… I don't know, gloat?" Severus asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No!" Sirius said as he turned around to face Severus who had an emotionless expression. "I… I wanted to tell you that well, I feel the same. Not as strongly as you feel, but I do /like/ you."
Severus stared for what seemed like ages. Sirius was actually afraid to meet his gaze in fears that Severus would stare a hole into his brain, so he kept his gaze at Severus' chin. "Do you think you're funny?" Severus finally asked.
"No… that's not what this is about!" Sirius said, walking towards Severus.
Severus backed away with every step until he was against his door, "You stay away from me, Black! Or by Merlin I will /hex/ you!"
Sirius stopped stepping forward and stared at Severus, looking over his clothing. Severus' pajamas had no pockets, which meant there was a slim chance he had his wand on him. He pulled his wand out swiftly, "Accio Severus Snape's wand!" he yelled, watching as the wand flew off his desk and into Sirius' hand.
Severus widened his eyes, and then squinted them into a glare. "I suggest you give me my wand and leave…"
Sirius shook his head as he held his wand out and pocketed Severus', stepping closer slowly. "Don't move, or it'll be you who will be getting hexed."
Severus glared, clenching his fists and staring at Sirius' wand, "The Prisoner actually snapped, did he? Found out the old greasy git of a Potions Master liked him, so he decided to come here and kill him! Right?" Severus accused.
Sirius gave a soft chuckle as he came face to face with Severus, staring him down, "You're trying to push me away with remarks, and I know this game, Severus."
"Do /not/ use my first name," Severus spat, glaring up Sirius' nose.
"Fine… though I only have one thing to say about what you said before I-" Sirius said as he was cut off.
"Kill me?" Severus finished his sentence.
Sirius grinned, "Right. Well, when you said the, ah 'Old greasy git of a Potions Master liked me'. Well, from what I hear, you /love/ me, not just like me. Isn't that right?" Sirius asked.
Severus' breathing hitched, he refused to answer that question, so he kept quiet before feeling Sirius' wand poke him in the stomach then being pulled to his side. He glanced down at the wand and really began wondering what game Sirius was playing at, his head was jerked up by Sirius' hand; he scowled then flushed and widened his eyes as Sirius pushed their lips together.