Part Seventeen
A/n: I have a sudden urge to write and write and write, which doesn't happen often, so I'm going to get straight onto the fic before I can't be bothered with it!
Opening his eyes groggily and covering his face to protect it from the glaring sunlight pouring in through the bedroom window, Severus Snape moaned, and tried to recollect the events of the previous night.
But the minute he started to try and remember the last time he remembered being fully concious, he instantly felt as if his mind had hit up against a brick wall.
He remembered the morning, which was actually quite a pity as he vaguely remembered spending alot of the day trying to forget it.... Yes, he definitely remembered breakfast and all the events that had entailed.... He had attempted to explain to Minerva just how she had gotten the wrong end of the stick about the whole kissing situation with Rebecca and she had stormed out in disbelief, attracting a few unwanted looks...and Rebecca....yes, something had definitely happened involving Rebecca....
In his minds eye he could see himself walking down a sunlit corridor....a corridor in the west wing he thought led to the ancient runes classroom....and that was where Rebecca would be....but after that-nothing.
Pushing the hair out of his face, he sat up and glared at the bird sat on the windowsill chirruping away. Damn thing. He didn't stop to wonder why his curtains were open, just pulled himself out of bed before he gave up and spent the day there.
Clumsily, he stumbled across to his bathroom door, pushed it open, and stepped inside. Then jumped straight back out
There was someone in his shower and he didn't have a clue who it could be. He was in half a mind to go back in and check, when a redhead wrapped in a fluffy white bath towel stepped into his bedroom.
"Good morning sunshine," Rebecca chirped. "Sleep well?" He stood; open mouthed staring as she picked up several items of clothing that were scattered randomly across his floor. "Not got a tongue in your head sweetie?" She smiled, stepping towards him. "Aren't you even going to say good morning to me?"
"Wh-what are you doing here?" She giggled.
"What does it look like? I'm stood in the middle of your bedroom wrapped in a towel."
"Well-ah-wh-why are you here?" She moved towards him and giggled again.
"You invited me silly. Don't you remember?"
"Funnily enough, no I don't. Why did I invite you in here?"
"Don't ask me," she shrugged. "You were pretty upset yesterday, and I did my best to make you feel better." She licked her lips, slowly. "So, did it work?"
"Well if you're asking if I feel better, then I think you'll find that the answer is no! You shouldn't be here! What the hell did we do last night? And why can't I remember anything?"
"You really want me to tell you what we did last night?" she purred.
"Well it might be a start, yes!" She spoke slowly, rolling each word off her tongue softly.
"We spent the entire night, making mad and passionate l-"
"Okay, I don't need the details!"
"Well you did ask," She shot a simpering smile at him, as she turned to draw the curtains.
"What've you done that for?" She didn't answer, but instead, dropped the towel that was covering her body and started to dress, slowly. "Oh God, can't you do that in the bathroom?" He asked, in a harassed tone, as he turned away to avoid staring at anything he shouldn't.
"That's not what you said last night sweetie," she grinned. "Infact I think your words were 'Oh Rebecca, f-"
"Ugh, please, I don't want to be hearing this!"
"What's wrong honey, got cold feet? A little late now isn't it?"
"Look, I really don't remember what happened last night or why any of it happened, and I'm sorry, but it shouldn't have happened!"
"Awww, you're in denial honey. You know you want me really."
"No I don't! Infact, I want you to leave, now! Everything that happened yesterday was all one big mistake that should never have happened, and I'm sorry, but that's just the way I feel!"
"Why's that then sweetie? Don't I seem so appealing in the morning light? Is that it?" She sat down on the edge of his bed and started to cry quietly into her hands. "You men are all the same!" Gingerly, Severus stepped forwards and sat down next to her. Reluctantly, he put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a very loose hug. Immendiatly, she stopped crying (crocodile tears are funny like that) and started to snivel pitifully into his shoulder.
"Come on, don't be upset, it's not your fault or anything."
"Then why were you shouting at me? I don't like being shouted at."
"I'm sorry I shouted, but I didn't exactly feel capable of doing anything but. You know, I woke up with no memory of what happened last night, walk into my bathroom and find you stood in my shower. Rather an alarming situation, don't you agree?"
"Well I can think of other words for it, but you brought this all onto yourself you know. You asked me to stay with you and I did. I thought you wanted me, but obviously I was wrong." She battered her eyelashes and pouted.
"Look, like I said, it's not you or anything, and who knows, if the situation was different, or you'd come back around three months ago, then maybe we'd be together right now. But we're not and I'd really appreciate it if you'd keep this to yourself."
"Oh I see. Give her a cuddle and she'll keep her mouth shut, is that it?"
"No that's not it! But Becca, listen to me, Minny's pissed with me as it is, if she hears about this then I seriously doubt that she'll be willing to talk to me ever again! And I really can't be doing with that right now! Please, for me, will you not say anything?"
"I'll think about it," She sulked. "You know that being quiet was never a strong point of mine."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"Oi you!" She laughed, and hit him playfully. "I'd watch what you're saying if I were you! It's never wise to insult someone that you need to keep quiet now is it?" Severus laughed, but broke off after a few seconds...he was sure he'd heard those words or similar somewhere before....yes, he had. When his relationship with Minerva was only a couple of weeks old and they were having to trust that Potter boy to keep it to himself...he didn't remember the situation exactly, but he had obviously found something to shout at him about...
"Penny for your thought's!" Rebecca laughed, silky. "You looked completely gone there for a minute!"
"Oh, did I? Sorry, I was just...thinking."
"Sev?"
"Mmm,"
"Do you love her?" she asked quietly.
"What?"
"You heard me. I said, do you love her?"
"Minny?"
"No the Queen mother, yes Minny you idiot!"
"Oh, sorry.....I don't know," he sighed. "Love is such a strong word, and it's only been a few months," A few very eventful months, he thought to himself.
"So is that a no?"
"No..."
"Then is that a yes?"
"No..."
"Is that a 'you just asked a very personal question that even if I had an answer to I wouldn't tell you'?"
"Possibly..."
"Sev?"
"Yes?"
"Do you love me?"
"In what way?"
"As a friend. In a purely platonic way."
"Well I'd love you a whole lot more if you didn't kiss and tell...especially when it was a very one sided kiss..."
"Well I was mad at you! And you know the saying, there's no greater fury than that of a woman spurned....besides, you should be thanking me. I could have scratched her eyeballs out, but I didn't."
"Really? Well that changes everything then, thank you very much!"
"You're being sarcastic aren't you?"
"No, of course not," he muttered, in a very sarcastic tone of voice. She sighed.
"Look, Sev, if it means that much to you, then I won't say anything. If I were you, I'd want to come clean anyway, but, well, I'm not you and I really haven't got a clue what's going on up here," she taped his forehead gently. "But I think that you really should be asking yourself, why, if she means that much to you, did you spend the night with me?"
"If I had an answer to that, do you think I'd be sat here with a headache?"
"No, I think you'd probably be sat here trying to come up with a good excuse."
"Well you're probably right, but when I work out just what was going on up here," he taped the side of his head. "Then rest assured you'll be the first to know."
"Gee thanks," she smiled. "Now I'd better get going. I'm wearing dirty underwear, and I really cannot sit through breakfast in unwashed clothes." She stood, and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. "Take care," she whispered. "And good luck."
"Thanks," he murmured, forcing a smile.
As she left the room, Rebecca paused outside his door, and, making sure it was fully closed, muttered to herself, "What a sucker, he actually brought it!" Then walked off snickering to herself.
A/n: Do I need to explain what 'he actually brought'? Sorry, but I have me in mind on a slow day.....if I weren't me and hadn't just written that, then I don't think I'd get it. Although that might just be me......Okay, so for all the people who have suffered enough at school or wherever today and can't be bothered to put their brains into gear, they haven't actually 'done it'.....she just happened to be in his shower with her clothes scattered across his floor....I'm figuring she modified his memory or something so he couldn't remember the previous night. It's all part of her 'master plan'. And I really should get that on the computer before I loose the bit of jotter paper I have the next four to five parts planned out on.....