Chapter Seven
The excitement of the Winter Frost Dance was evident in the Great Hall. Every student and teacher was looking forward to Christmas.that is, except for Professor Snape. Snape HATED Christmas. He hated the happy, warm atmosphere that happened during December, and he hated how people gave each other gifts, and the radiant smiles that broke out on their faces when they saw family members they hadn't seen all year. Maybe the reason Snape hated Christmas was because he had no one to share the occasion with. He had never had anyone to share it with, since his father had forbidden anyone in their house to celebrate.
One person who Snape had noticed was enjoying the atmosphere was one Professor Gracewell. She sat at her chair in the Great Hall, talking excitedly to the other professors, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide. Snape swallowed, and his resentment for Christmas grew tenfold. He hated that he had all these feelings for the DADA professor, and that all he wanted for Christmas was Consuela. Snape's scowl disappeared for a moment, when Snape pictured Consuela underneath a Christmas tree in his quarters, wearing nothing but a big red bow.
"Aren't you looking forward to Christmas, Severus?" Professor McGonagall asked, interrupting Snape's thoughts. Snape turned to regard the older professor, who was looking at him with an amused smirk on her face. She knew that Snape hated Christmas, and she just wanted to tease him a little bit. The other Professors were also looking at Snape as well, including the wide blue eyes of Professor Gracewell.
"Oh yes, Minerva," he snarled, sarcastically. "There's nothing better than morons who are high on holiday cheer, and horribly tacky decorations all over the Great Hall." Minerva gave a small laugh and shook her head, used to Snape's misery, but Consuela gave a derisive laugh, and turned to Snape with an angry look in her eyes.
"What right do you have to judge people because they celebrate a holiday, and dare to show happiness once in a while. For your information, Severus, it's perfectly normal, but nevermind, that's something you probably don't understand."
Snape was totally taken aback, and for once he didn't know what to say. He knew that he and Professor Gracewell didn't get along, and that they argued all the time, but he had never seen her so annoyed. All the other professors were exchanging glances, waiting for the next remark.
"Forgive me, Ms. Gracewell, but I'm sorry if I've offended you and your stupid holiday. I should've known you were one of those morons who enjoyed the holiday, judging by your teaching skills."
The look on Consuela's face was pure rage. She reached across the table, picked up a jug of ice cold pumpkin juice, and dumped it on Professor Snape's head, and into his lap. The Great Hall was entirely silent, and every pair of eyes was on the two professors. Soon, the silence broke, and everyone began to laugh. Snape, furiated and embarrassed, scooped up a spoonful of cranberry sauce, and smeared it all over Consuela's pretty face, and in her silky hair. Consuela gasped and smacked Snape across the face with all her might.
"Professor Snape, and Professor Gracewell in my office now!" Dumbledore shouted, and the Great Hall went silent again. Dumbledore stood up, and walked quickly through the side door.
"You bastard! I can't believe you did that to me!" Consuela shrieked, walking with Snape to Dumbledore's office.
"Me! You're the one who started it, and you slapped me in front of everyone!" Snape shouted, and Snape almost never shouted.
"Well, you deserved it!" Consuela screamed, almost in tears. The two were so involved in their argument, that they didn't even notice they were standing in front of Dumbledore's office entrance, the stone gargoyle staring at them. Hanging off the gargoyle was a piece of strange piece of mistletoe.
"Bubblegum Lollipop," Snape said, waiting for the gargoyle to let them through. Instead, there was no movement.
"Sorry, there's a new password," the mistletoe said, scaring both the professors, causing Consuela to jump about five feet in the air, and Snape to smirk at her.
"Well, what's the new password?" Snape demanded, ignoring the withering look Consuela shot at him.
"Well, it's not really a word," the mistletoe trilled. "It's more of an.action."
"Well, what is it?" Consuela demanded, impatiently.
"You have to kiss," the mistletoe said, simply.
The two professors looked at each other, disgusted.
"I have to kiss that?!" Consuela groaned.
"Oh, like you haven't before," Snape muttered. Consuela turned and glared at him.
"Let us through!" Consuela whined. "Why are you here anyways?"
"Dumbledore put me here," the mistletoe stated. "Now hurry up and kiss. The headmaster's becoming patient."
Snape gave Consuela a peck on the cheek, very quickly. The mistletoe gave a large laugh. "You have to do better than that!"
Snape kissed Consuela quickly on the lips.
"I've seen better snogging skills from third years!"
"Fine!" Snape growled, pulling Consuela close. It was the most passionate kiss that the two had shared, and the mistletoe was shocked. The two were too enwrapped in their kiss to notice that the entrance had opened up. Finally, Consuela pulled away, and smacked Snape across the face again.
"How dare you!" she cried, bursting into tears, and racing down the hall, to her quarters.
Snape just didn't understand what was wrong with Consuela. She wanted him, and then she didn't want him. Snape HAD to figure out what was going on, and soon, before his heart shattered into a million pieces.
The excitement of the Winter Frost Dance was evident in the Great Hall. Every student and teacher was looking forward to Christmas.that is, except for Professor Snape. Snape HATED Christmas. He hated the happy, warm atmosphere that happened during December, and he hated how people gave each other gifts, and the radiant smiles that broke out on their faces when they saw family members they hadn't seen all year. Maybe the reason Snape hated Christmas was because he had no one to share the occasion with. He had never had anyone to share it with, since his father had forbidden anyone in their house to celebrate.
One person who Snape had noticed was enjoying the atmosphere was one Professor Gracewell. She sat at her chair in the Great Hall, talking excitedly to the other professors, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide. Snape swallowed, and his resentment for Christmas grew tenfold. He hated that he had all these feelings for the DADA professor, and that all he wanted for Christmas was Consuela. Snape's scowl disappeared for a moment, when Snape pictured Consuela underneath a Christmas tree in his quarters, wearing nothing but a big red bow.
"Aren't you looking forward to Christmas, Severus?" Professor McGonagall asked, interrupting Snape's thoughts. Snape turned to regard the older professor, who was looking at him with an amused smirk on her face. She knew that Snape hated Christmas, and she just wanted to tease him a little bit. The other Professors were also looking at Snape as well, including the wide blue eyes of Professor Gracewell.
"Oh yes, Minerva," he snarled, sarcastically. "There's nothing better than morons who are high on holiday cheer, and horribly tacky decorations all over the Great Hall." Minerva gave a small laugh and shook her head, used to Snape's misery, but Consuela gave a derisive laugh, and turned to Snape with an angry look in her eyes.
"What right do you have to judge people because they celebrate a holiday, and dare to show happiness once in a while. For your information, Severus, it's perfectly normal, but nevermind, that's something you probably don't understand."
Snape was totally taken aback, and for once he didn't know what to say. He knew that he and Professor Gracewell didn't get along, and that they argued all the time, but he had never seen her so annoyed. All the other professors were exchanging glances, waiting for the next remark.
"Forgive me, Ms. Gracewell, but I'm sorry if I've offended you and your stupid holiday. I should've known you were one of those morons who enjoyed the holiday, judging by your teaching skills."
The look on Consuela's face was pure rage. She reached across the table, picked up a jug of ice cold pumpkin juice, and dumped it on Professor Snape's head, and into his lap. The Great Hall was entirely silent, and every pair of eyes was on the two professors. Soon, the silence broke, and everyone began to laugh. Snape, furiated and embarrassed, scooped up a spoonful of cranberry sauce, and smeared it all over Consuela's pretty face, and in her silky hair. Consuela gasped and smacked Snape across the face with all her might.
"Professor Snape, and Professor Gracewell in my office now!" Dumbledore shouted, and the Great Hall went silent again. Dumbledore stood up, and walked quickly through the side door.
"You bastard! I can't believe you did that to me!" Consuela shrieked, walking with Snape to Dumbledore's office.
"Me! You're the one who started it, and you slapped me in front of everyone!" Snape shouted, and Snape almost never shouted.
"Well, you deserved it!" Consuela screamed, almost in tears. The two were so involved in their argument, that they didn't even notice they were standing in front of Dumbledore's office entrance, the stone gargoyle staring at them. Hanging off the gargoyle was a piece of strange piece of mistletoe.
"Bubblegum Lollipop," Snape said, waiting for the gargoyle to let them through. Instead, there was no movement.
"Sorry, there's a new password," the mistletoe said, scaring both the professors, causing Consuela to jump about five feet in the air, and Snape to smirk at her.
"Well, what's the new password?" Snape demanded, ignoring the withering look Consuela shot at him.
"Well, it's not really a word," the mistletoe trilled. "It's more of an.action."
"Well, what is it?" Consuela demanded, impatiently.
"You have to kiss," the mistletoe said, simply.
The two professors looked at each other, disgusted.
"I have to kiss that?!" Consuela groaned.
"Oh, like you haven't before," Snape muttered. Consuela turned and glared at him.
"Let us through!" Consuela whined. "Why are you here anyways?"
"Dumbledore put me here," the mistletoe stated. "Now hurry up and kiss. The headmaster's becoming patient."
Snape gave Consuela a peck on the cheek, very quickly. The mistletoe gave a large laugh. "You have to do better than that!"
Snape kissed Consuela quickly on the lips.
"I've seen better snogging skills from third years!"
"Fine!" Snape growled, pulling Consuela close. It was the most passionate kiss that the two had shared, and the mistletoe was shocked. The two were too enwrapped in their kiss to notice that the entrance had opened up. Finally, Consuela pulled away, and smacked Snape across the face again.
"How dare you!" she cried, bursting into tears, and racing down the hall, to her quarters.
Snape just didn't understand what was wrong with Consuela. She wanted him, and then she didn't want him. Snape HAD to figure out what was going on, and soon, before his heart shattered into a million pieces.