A/N: Not that it has anything to do with it but, this chapter is, like the title says, a real chaos. I hope nobody gets lost because a lot of stupid little things happen that may or may not be important in the future... so...
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MY MASTER
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38
Chaos
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by Saeshmea
I leave Severus' rooms early in the morning, using my cat form not to be seen by anyone.
My rooms are exactly as I left them two months ago, except for my luggage, that lays in a corner of my bedroom awaiting for me to unpack it. Before that, though, I take a shower; I get dressed with a long tartan gown and I fix my hair on a tight bun.
I unpack quickly with a couple spells and leave the tower before the students to stop by the professor's lounge before breakfast time. It's the first day of classes and there are a lot of things to do that nobody but me will think about, like writing the new timetable on the professor's board.
"I thought I'd find you here," Severus startles me while I'm concentrated on the blackboard.
"Good morning," I say.
"I woke up without having you at my sight," he whispers, standing behind me, his hands on my waist and his lips on my neck, "I don't like that."
"If we don't want Albus to find out, we must be careful, Severus," I remind him, trying to concentrate on my work.
"I know, but what's the point of sleeping with you if I can't kiss you good morning," he says, and it makes me smile, although I try not to show it because I must keep my temper, because we are in a workplace.
"I didn't want to wake you up," I say.
"Well, do it tomorrow," he says, and he steps apart and walks to the door. I stop what I'm doing and turn around to him.
"Severus," I say, "where's my good morning kiss?" I ask, seeing his leaving without giving it to me after complaining about it.
"You didn't wake me up, we don't get one," he snaps, "This way you might remember to do it tomorrow," and after that he leaves, he actually leaves, without saying anything else.
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"Are you coming to Pomona's party?" Rolanda asks me during breakfast, and I come back from my own thoughts and frown at her
"What party?" I ask.
"The one Hans and she are doing to celebrate they're living in their new house," she points out, "Severus can come too, I guess, it's only going to be us, anyway," she adds, "so you'll be able to hold hands and kiss and whatever it is that you do," she mocks, and don't laugh.
"I'll ask him," I say, lowering my voice when I see Dumbledore is coming, "thank you."
"Good morning, my dear," the Headmaster greets me as he sits down.
"Good morning, Albus," I reply.
"I was wondering if you'd like to join me for lunch in my rooms, today," he says while he pours himself some tea and then makes an isle of sugar in the middle of the cup.
"Is it a request or can I really refuse?" I wonder, joking but deep down meaning every word.
"Oh, you can absolutely refuse if you wish," he replies with a hint of sarcasm, "but I thought you would like to see your Aunt."
"You're having lunch with Millicent?" I ask, completely serious this time.
"Yes, she wants to know how Snape is doing under my watch," he explains, and I feel my mind is going to explode right now, "so I told her to come and see with her own eyes that he has perfectly adjusted to the school life."
"Is Severus going to this lunch too?" I ask, almost chocking from the shock. My Aunt, in the school, asking about Severus to Albus after learning we're together… this is going to be a terrible day.
"Well, I was just going to walk your Aunt around after a nice lunch and stop by his class," he says, "but now that you mention it…" great, now I've done it worst.
"No," I quickly say, "he'd be uncomfortable," I add, trying to figure out how to continue the sentence, "I mean, if I come, you know how I am about people knowing Millicent and I are related… let's just keep it familiar."
"Of course," Albus fortunately agrees, "see you at lunch time, then."
"Sure," I mutter before being the first to leave the table.
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The morning goes by fast; the first classes of the year are always fun to do. The first-years are young and inexperienced, especially the muggle-born, most of them have rarely seen magic so they're easily surprised, and the older students are intrigued to know what we're going to work on during the following months, so I like to show them the things they'll be able to do by the end of the year.
When my last class of the morning is over, I leave everything ready for the afternoon and make my way to Albus' office. Before I turn the corner of the corridor, I hear my name being called; somebody grabs my arm and I'm pulled into one of the boy's bathrooms.
"Severus!" I scold him while he quickly pulls me into one of the cabins and closes the door so that nobody see us in case they come in, "what are you doing?"
"You're done for the morning, aren't you?" he asks, trapping me between him and the wooden panel that separates the toilets.
"Yes, but…" I try to say when he kisses me, and I must admit for a moment I forget what I was thinking of, until it comes back to my mind, "my Aunt is here."
"What is she doing here?" he asks, stepping apart in the small space we have.
"She's having lunch with Albus," I explain, "apparently she wants to know about you, she wants to know how you're doing and who knows what else, so I am joining them to make sure she doesn't say anything about us."
"She won't," he says, "she told you she wouldn't, so don't worry, everything will be alright," he assures me.
Suddenly, we listen to the door opening and someone steps in, and Severus quickly gags me with his hand to silent my gasp.
I panic, my breathing increases and having Severus so close doesn't calm me down, on the contrary, it only raises the adrenaline of the moment. I watch him, because it's all I can do in my position, I watch him. He is concentrated on the noises around us, the steps, the door of a couple cabins further opening and closing, the water running… then he looks at me, probably checking if I'm still breathing, and I think he reads the lure in my eyes, because he changes his hand for his lips and begins to roll up my skirt.
As quiet as we try to be, and I swear I do, whoever it is in the bathroom with us might hear us panting, moving, moaning; but, fortunately, he – or she – has not said a word.
It can't have been a student, I think while I leave the bathroom a couple minutes after Severus, because everybody should be in the Great Hall by now; but knowing it might have been a professor doesn't make me feel any better.
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I fix my clothes one last time before going into Albus' office. I can't take away from my mind whoever was in the bathroom with Severus in me, but I don't think they knew it was us.
"Nerva, sweetheart, it's so nice to see you again," my aunt says as soon as she sees me, "how has the rest of your holidays been?"
"Fine," I say, giving my her a hug, "nothing has changed since your visit," I add, not willing to give her the chance to think I'm not with Severus anymore.
"Good," she mutters, with a smile, "that's good," and then she turns to Dumbledore, "shall we proceed to lunch, Albus?"
"Of course," he replies, showing us to the spiral staircase that leads to his private rooms, "the house elves must have everything ready by now."
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After lunch, I go with the Headmaster and the Minister of Magic for a walk around the school, a normal task for a Deputy if it wasn't that he is one of my best friends and she is my aunt, she knows about my relationship with the new Potions master and he doesn't.
"So, as I assured you that it would be, Millicent," Albus says when we reach the Main Floor, "we've had no problem at all regarding Mr. Snape. He has adapted perfectly to the school and I believe it will continue to be the same," he adds, and I look at her, trying to read anything on her reaction, but she remains calmed, as if her interest on Severus really only regarded business, "we'll go now to his classroom and you'll be able to speak with him if you wish."
"That would be nice," she says, and all I can do is following the both of them down to the dungeons.
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It's me who knocks the door, it's me who Severus sees first and it's me the one to hold the door opened for Albus and Millicent to go in. The tree of us stand at the bottom of the room while he continues his class and soon I forget about who I am with, I forget about the children sitting on their desks taking notes in silent; I am completely absorbed by his voice, his strong, passive and tempered voice that scares the young kids and makes me nervous.
When the class is dismissed, Severus himself walks towards us.
"Good evening," he says.
"Severus, this is Minister Bagnold," Dumbledore introduces her having no idea that they already know each other, "she'd like to have a few words with you."
"In private," she adds, which surprises not just me, but also Albus himself.
"If Professor Snape has no problem with that," he mutters, probably hoping that Severus asks him to stay, because he hates to be left on the dark.
"No problem, at all," Severus answers, so Albus and I step outside to leave them alone.
They speak for ten minutes, maybe a little longer. Millicent comes out with her usual stern face, hugs me goodbye and leaves with Dumbledore. As soon as they turn the corner I go back into Severus' class.
"What did she say?" I ask.
"She wanted to apologize," Severus tells me while he uses his wand to put all the materials on the tables back into the closet.
"Apologize for what?" I ask.
"The way she treated you when she was in Scotland," he explains, closing the closet and finally looking at me.
"Why would she apologize to you and not me?" I wonder.
"She said her apology wouldn't mean much for you at this point," he raises his wand and locks the entrance door to the class, "but that she felt she ought me an apology because I clearly cared about you."
"She said that?" I ask not actually believing it.
"Yes," he answers, "now, I want you to bend over one of the desks and roll up your skirt so that your beautiful ass is well exposed," he instructs, "you interrupted my class and I think you should be punished for that."
"What?" I ask, confused by the sudden change of role in him.
"You listened to me perfectly, so don't make me repeat myself," he warns, so I obey.
"Severus, we're back in the school now," I say, walking towards the closest desk and rolling my skirt up before bending down, "this chaotic back and forth we've been playing during the summer was good for the holidays but we need rules in here," I add, "I need rules," I emphasize, "I need to know if I'm being your Deputy, your partner or your submissive, I need to know where I'm spending the night, I need to know if it's ok for me to speak or if I should stay quiet; I need rules, Severus, or I'll end up becoming crazy."
"Alright," he says as a matter-of-factly while his hands slowly pull my knickers down.
"Alright?" I ask, slightly turning around to look at him, but suddenly being pressed back against the table by his hand on my shoulder.
"Yes, Ms. McGonagall, alright," he replies, "if you want rules, we'll have rules."
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TO BE CONTINUED…