(a/n - I meant to apologise for the swearing in the other chapter. However, I can see Severus and Rolanda being like that in that situation. I am coming to the end now, one more chapter after this I think.)

King For A Day.

Severus made his way through the castle and up to Albus' office. Everyone had returned now and it was awful, the amount of preparations they were all making for the start of term whilst enjoying the rest of the sun. Severus himself was avoiding going outside at all costs, for fear of meeting Rolanda. He internally kicked himself for being so stupid. However, in a weird way, he didn't regret what had happened, as he knew that had it been someone else, even when drunk, he would have had some sort of control over himself. He guessed Rolanda and alcohol and him just didn't mix. He knocked on Albus' door and entered, to find Albus in a travelling cloak. Severus narrowed his eyes.

"Headmaster?"

"Severus! Wonderful! I am off with Minerva to a ministry event, so you're king of Hogwarts for a day! Enjoy!" he grinned, before disappearing into his fire, presumably to collect Minerva. Severus glared at the flames, muttering something along the lines of:

"Bloody headmaster. Bloody deputy. Bloody relationship. Bloody ministry. Bloody kings." he almost leapt a foot when Albus' head appeared in the flames.

"Severus! Just to let you know, I've left you a few little tasks on a note on my desk. After that, all should be fine. Good day!" he smiled again, before disappearing. Severus groaned and stomped over to the parchment.

"Sort mail into appropriate trays... Check house elves understand start of year arrangements... Ask Argus to write up any new notices for students... Remove Sybil's empty brandy bottles from the Room of Requirement... DISCUSS QUIDDITCH TRYOUTS WITH ROLANDA?!" Severus nearly fainted at the final remark. Was Albus trying to be funny? Then, Severus remembered, nobody knew about what happened. Unless Rolanda had told somebody... Which she better hadn't have done. Severus had a ferocious scowl on him as he did every single one of the other tasks on the list. Then, he squared his shoulders and made his way to the private quarters of Rolanda Hooch. He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

Rolanda was busy polishing her broomstick when she heard a knock at the door. Expecting either Albus or Minerva she called out for whoever it was to enter, and carried on rubbing the polish onto her broom. She looked up when she heard a startled noise and saw Severus turning the colour of the Gryffindor flag. She looked down and realised that what she was doing could look a little inappropriate from certain viewpoints. She quickly coughed and stood up, setting the broom and polish to one side.

"Severus. What do you want?" she said sharply. She hadn't told anybody about that night, but she certainly didn't regret it. It was Severus afterall, even if she didn't remember much of it. He held up a piece of parchment.

"Albus has left me in charge for the day. Some damned ministry event he and Minerva have gone to. I need to discuss quidditch tryouts?" he said quickly.

"Sure. I've made the timetables. Do you just want them?" she went over to a cabinet and picked them up. "Drink?"

"Remember what happened last time I took you up on that offer?"

"Not especially, no, and I am pretty sure you don't either." she laughed as he smiled. "Well, here are these. Just hand them to Albus. I've been meaning to talk to you, anyway."

"Yes?"

"You know that night?"

"What about it?"

"I don't regret it."

"You wouldn't. You're that sort of person."

"How dare you! I was being nice, you've got a great body... From what I can remember about the morning after..."

"Umm... Thank you? I guess."

"Well? Don't I get a compliment back?"

"Do you want one?"

"I suppose you probably gave me enough to be fair."

"I must be going." he stood up hastily, nearly dropping the timetables. He headed towards the door. Rolanda slumped forwards. Well, she had effectively ruined that friendship, it seemed. As he exited the door, though, she heard his voice, softer than anything she had heard before.

"Rolanda?"

"Yes?"

"I don't regret it either."

And with that, he was gone.