13th Nov―

Bond

Words: ~500

Pairing: Severus/Harry


Minerva McGonagall threw the Floo Powder to the fireplace and, as soon as the flames turned green, she stepped in, announcing loud and clear, "Severus Snape's private quarters."

The Potion Master's private chambers were cosy and more welcoming than she expected or remembered. Although, it was mainly decorated with Slytherin colours, it had an unmistakable aura of home. But what most certainly gave the quarters a glow of happiness and comfort was the teen curled up in the biggest couch, with a duvet wrapped around – she assumed – his naked body and a mug of hot chocolate in his hands.

Harry Potter had a panic stricken face as he looked at the Headmistress.

"I found it," informed a deep velvet voice from the next room. Seconds later, Severus Snape appeared in the doorway – wearing only his pyjama pants and a Wireless on his hands – and froze when she noticed that Minerva was in the room.

"Sev," Harry called for help, sitting up straight and pulling the duvet more securely against his body.

"Minerva," Severus started, but she held up a hand to shut him up.

"You have been lying to me, Severus," she told him. "All the times I asked you if you were involved with Mr. Potter, if the rumours were true, you lied to me."

"If I had told you, you would have told me to break it up, expelled one of us, or―" he hesitated and she knew Harry didn't know what was the other course of action. "―Well, you know what would be the other punishment."

'Such a harsh word, honestly Severus!' Minerva thought.

"Do you consider bonding with me a punishment?" asked a small voice from the couch. Minerva and Severus' heads snapped at the teen.

"What?" was Severus' very witty answer. Minerva shook her head. She never envied Albus' position and this was exactly why. "You know about that?" Harry nodded.

"Of course, I wouldn't be dating a teacher without knowing the consequences to it, right?" Harry asked harshly. "Or do you think me that stupid? Well, I shouldn't be surprised since this was never to last to begin with―"

"Do not say that, you wayward brat!" Severus exclaimed. Minerva was starting to feel uncomfortable, but she couldn't very well leave, nor could she? "I was lying for your sake! Or are you saying that you wish to be stuck with me for the rest of your life?!" Harry froze in shock and drew back. For Severus it was a bittersweet victory . . . until Harry spoke again.

"Maybe I am," the boy whispered. They stared at each other. Minerva decided to help a bit.

"It's not like you have a choice," she said. "I'll have the Minister here tomorrow."

Harry blushed bright red and a blissful glow made its way to his green eyes; Severus' face closed up and his eyes went suspiciously blank – which Minerva considered the equivalent of bouncing happiness in Severus' body language. . .


This was actually meant to be a one-shot, I didn't see what else I could have written that wouldn't be boring or cliché, so I made it a drabble. A long one, but I kind of like it. =]

It may or may not be a sequel to Mistake, Realisation, Odd and Control – in this order.