Chapter Four.
Dumbledore smiled to himself when neither Remus, nor Severus entered the room for breakfast. He of course had known that Severus had entered Remus's room last night, and he knew that Remus had been a little bit `out of it' when Severus had come in, but non-the-less they where together now, and that was the way he had wanted it. It had nothing to do with the Faulty Quidditch match, nor anything to do with him, or the other Professors. It wasn't his fault he could plainly see when two people, either male, or female where plainly in love with one another. It was a slight problem with the other liked someone else, and it was this huge ring all around the castle, but in times like those, he stayed out of it. Of course, he probably should have stayed out of a lot of relationships; Remus and Severus's being one of them, but sometimes an old man just couldn't help himself.
Anyway, as breakfast began to dwindle down to the last few people, Dumbledore stood, prepared to have a little chat with his newest lovebirds.
Meanwhile, Severus and Remus had their own little plans. They had absolutely no desire what so ever to have a little chat with Dumbledore, or anyone else if at all mentioned. They where quite content just to bask in the shadows of Remus's room, alone together talking.
"You know, Remus." Severus tucked a lock of Remus's hair behind his ear, "We should probably get dressed relatively soon."
"Well, what would the fun in that be?" Remus asked.
"Well, you know for a fact that Dumbledore is going to come prancing in here at any moment, shouting he-knew-it's, and such..." Severus was oddly comfortable with Remus as the moment, "And even if we don't want him to, he will."
"Oh... I suppose you do have a point there." Remus mulled over the point.
"So, as unbelievably uncomfortable as clothes sounds right now..." Severus moved a leg over Remus's hip, "I think we should get dressed."
Remus smiled, reaching under the covers, to remove Severus's leg, "You sure are trying your best to delay this, and if I'm not mistaken the `old codger' as you called him, is coming upstairs right now.
He wasn't mistaken, because as soon as they had both gotten presentable enough to be viewed, Dumbledore was knocking on Remus's bedroom door.
"Excuse me, young whippier-snappers, but I need to speak with you about some things now that you've come to your senses." He pulled Remus and Severus both through the bedroom doorway, and into Remus's outer office.
Remus was tossed carelessly into one of the chairs in front of his desk, Severus tossed into the one next to him, and Dumbledore sat in his chair behind the desk, "What, Headmaster?"
"Are you two serious about this?" Dumbledore asked, folding his hands on the papers spread around Remus's desk.
"Albus!" Snape crossed his arms; "You've been nagging at us for weeks now! Maybe even years! Yes, I think we're serious."
"Just checking!" Dumbledore held his hands up as if to protect him from a blow of some kind.
"Headmaster, pardon me if I'm being frank, but I honestly don't think it was any of your business in the first place."
"Yes, well an man of my age gets quite impatient when two people, obviously in love with each other, don't get together after...how many years?"
Remus, and Severus looked away from one another.
"That's what I thought."
Remus turned to Dumbledore after a moment, "Of course Dumbledore, now that we've gotten past that first step of...talking to one another, with of course your help, I think we can manage the rest by ourselves."
Dumbledore smiled, "Yes, well just incase you need a little...push so-to-say, I'll be right here."
A/N: Hey, I'm sorry this took so long to post. My Grandpa just died, to I've been spending a lot of time with my Grandma this week, and stuff like that. Hope you enjoyed this little chapter, and I'll try to post again later on. Kay? Later
~The Author.
Dumbledore smiled to himself when neither Remus, nor Severus entered the room for breakfast. He of course had known that Severus had entered Remus's room last night, and he knew that Remus had been a little bit `out of it' when Severus had come in, but non-the-less they where together now, and that was the way he had wanted it. It had nothing to do with the Faulty Quidditch match, nor anything to do with him, or the other Professors. It wasn't his fault he could plainly see when two people, either male, or female where plainly in love with one another. It was a slight problem with the other liked someone else, and it was this huge ring all around the castle, but in times like those, he stayed out of it. Of course, he probably should have stayed out of a lot of relationships; Remus and Severus's being one of them, but sometimes an old man just couldn't help himself.
Anyway, as breakfast began to dwindle down to the last few people, Dumbledore stood, prepared to have a little chat with his newest lovebirds.
Meanwhile, Severus and Remus had their own little plans. They had absolutely no desire what so ever to have a little chat with Dumbledore, or anyone else if at all mentioned. They where quite content just to bask in the shadows of Remus's room, alone together talking.
"You know, Remus." Severus tucked a lock of Remus's hair behind his ear, "We should probably get dressed relatively soon."
"Well, what would the fun in that be?" Remus asked.
"Well, you know for a fact that Dumbledore is going to come prancing in here at any moment, shouting he-knew-it's, and such..." Severus was oddly comfortable with Remus as the moment, "And even if we don't want him to, he will."
"Oh... I suppose you do have a point there." Remus mulled over the point.
"So, as unbelievably uncomfortable as clothes sounds right now..." Severus moved a leg over Remus's hip, "I think we should get dressed."
Remus smiled, reaching under the covers, to remove Severus's leg, "You sure are trying your best to delay this, and if I'm not mistaken the `old codger' as you called him, is coming upstairs right now.
He wasn't mistaken, because as soon as they had both gotten presentable enough to be viewed, Dumbledore was knocking on Remus's bedroom door.
"Excuse me, young whippier-snappers, but I need to speak with you about some things now that you've come to your senses." He pulled Remus and Severus both through the bedroom doorway, and into Remus's outer office.
Remus was tossed carelessly into one of the chairs in front of his desk, Severus tossed into the one next to him, and Dumbledore sat in his chair behind the desk, "What, Headmaster?"
"Are you two serious about this?" Dumbledore asked, folding his hands on the papers spread around Remus's desk.
"Albus!" Snape crossed his arms; "You've been nagging at us for weeks now! Maybe even years! Yes, I think we're serious."
"Just checking!" Dumbledore held his hands up as if to protect him from a blow of some kind.
"Headmaster, pardon me if I'm being frank, but I honestly don't think it was any of your business in the first place."
"Yes, well an man of my age gets quite impatient when two people, obviously in love with each other, don't get together after...how many years?"
Remus, and Severus looked away from one another.
"That's what I thought."
Remus turned to Dumbledore after a moment, "Of course Dumbledore, now that we've gotten past that first step of...talking to one another, with of course your help, I think we can manage the rest by ourselves."
Dumbledore smiled, "Yes, well just incase you need a little...push so-to-say, I'll be right here."
A/N: Hey, I'm sorry this took so long to post. My Grandpa just died, to I've been spending a lot of time with my Grandma this week, and stuff like that. Hope you enjoyed this little chapter, and I'll try to post again later on. Kay? Later
~The Author.