Chapter 32
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Late.
Dumbledore had stayed up late that night after Severus had left, pondering what he had said. He trusted him, and believed that all he had told him was true; especially when he said that he loved Draco. Admirable though it had been for him to admit his feelings, it was also highly unfortunate. Dumbledore was now in an extremely awkward situation; what to do? News of Draco's latest 'escapade', so to speak, would almost certainly be in the papers in the morning. Fudge would want to know what was going on, and Minerva would demand answers to more unanswerable questions. Dumbledore wondered what kinds of questions Fudge would ask. Most likely, things such as, "Why didn't you know?", "Why didn't you tell me?", "How long has this been going on for?", "Why hasn't Snape been sacked yet? He's clearly not fit to teach,". . . All of which, while Dumbledore could answer them, it would probably cost him his job to do so truthfully. And then there was the whole thing with Narcissa. He had no doubt now that what Severus had said was true. It fitted far too well to be a string of coincidences, besides which, while Severus was biased, malicious, spiteful and prejudice, he would never lie to get someone sent to Azakaban. . .unless it was Sirius Black. Dumbledore smiled slightly to himself. It had been so easy to sort things out when they had been students at here Hogwarts, under his rule. Now, however, they had a higher judge to contend with, and one that was as narrow minded and money loving as a muggle bank manager, at that. Dumbledore sighed, and looked out of his circular window. Full moon. He wondered how Remus was getting on. . . he had been well last time Dumbledore had seen him. . . He had been another of Severus's nemeses in his school days. He sat meditatively for a while, staring out at the white orb, thoughts wandering pleasantly, not concentrating. . . It was rare, now, that he had a chance to think for as long as he wished. It was very irritating. But now, as he sat, he could see more clearly. . . He could see how Draco felt. Confused - did Severus love him or not? Lost - who could he turn to, talk to? Worried - what would happen when people found out? He could imagine what was working away in the hidden depths of Severus's mind. Anxiousness- what would happen when people found out? Guilt- for using Draco. Hate-for the prejudice he knew he would now be subjected to. Anger- at everyone for this happening. Dumbledore wondered mildly what would happen when Draco found out about Severus and his father. He would, certainly, if his mother persevered with the case against Severus. How would Draco feel then? Angry? Used? Would he hate Severus, or forgive him? Would he still love him? Dumbledore watched lazily as a white owl drifted silently up to the Gryffindor tower. Sirius keeping in touch with Harry, I see, he thought. Everything was so incredibly peaceful, serene. . . it was hard to believe that in the morning all hell would break lose. He had considered writing to the Daily Prophet asking them not to publish a story on Severus and Draco, and then decided against it. If they didn't have the story now, they would if he asked them, and if they did, they wouldn't be stopped just because he didn't want it. He wasn't some sort of official, after all. . . He was dreading the next day. Just as long as Draco kept his head, and Severus was as intimidating and ambiguous as he ever was, them it wouldn't be too bad. . . And then there was Narcissa. She didn't know about this yet. . .Dumbledore felt a little sorry for her; losing her husband and then her only son to an ex-friend, a male ex-friend. Despite this, he didn't let his compassion overlook the fact that she was a homophobic, cold blooded murderess.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. Late. So late it was early. . .he sighed and retired to bed.
Thanks to Ambrosius, Ruby Rose, Clare and the rest! Hey, Bemused /Diana Finn. . .do you have a Hotmail account? If so, list it and I'll send you chapter updates! . . .actually that applies to anyone who wants a chapter updating thing! Hotmail/Yahoo address, please!!!!
Thanks again to the wonderful beta reader. . . whether she likes it or not! * g *
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Late.
Dumbledore had stayed up late that night after Severus had left, pondering what he had said. He trusted him, and believed that all he had told him was true; especially when he said that he loved Draco. Admirable though it had been for him to admit his feelings, it was also highly unfortunate. Dumbledore was now in an extremely awkward situation; what to do? News of Draco's latest 'escapade', so to speak, would almost certainly be in the papers in the morning. Fudge would want to know what was going on, and Minerva would demand answers to more unanswerable questions. Dumbledore wondered what kinds of questions Fudge would ask. Most likely, things such as, "Why didn't you know?", "Why didn't you tell me?", "How long has this been going on for?", "Why hasn't Snape been sacked yet? He's clearly not fit to teach,". . . All of which, while Dumbledore could answer them, it would probably cost him his job to do so truthfully. And then there was the whole thing with Narcissa. He had no doubt now that what Severus had said was true. It fitted far too well to be a string of coincidences, besides which, while Severus was biased, malicious, spiteful and prejudice, he would never lie to get someone sent to Azakaban. . .unless it was Sirius Black. Dumbledore smiled slightly to himself. It had been so easy to sort things out when they had been students at here Hogwarts, under his rule. Now, however, they had a higher judge to contend with, and one that was as narrow minded and money loving as a muggle bank manager, at that. Dumbledore sighed, and looked out of his circular window. Full moon. He wondered how Remus was getting on. . . he had been well last time Dumbledore had seen him. . . He had been another of Severus's nemeses in his school days. He sat meditatively for a while, staring out at the white orb, thoughts wandering pleasantly, not concentrating. . . It was rare, now, that he had a chance to think for as long as he wished. It was very irritating. But now, as he sat, he could see more clearly. . . He could see how Draco felt. Confused - did Severus love him or not? Lost - who could he turn to, talk to? Worried - what would happen when people found out? He could imagine what was working away in the hidden depths of Severus's mind. Anxiousness- what would happen when people found out? Guilt- for using Draco. Hate-for the prejudice he knew he would now be subjected to. Anger- at everyone for this happening. Dumbledore wondered mildly what would happen when Draco found out about Severus and his father. He would, certainly, if his mother persevered with the case against Severus. How would Draco feel then? Angry? Used? Would he hate Severus, or forgive him? Would he still love him? Dumbledore watched lazily as a white owl drifted silently up to the Gryffindor tower. Sirius keeping in touch with Harry, I see, he thought. Everything was so incredibly peaceful, serene. . . it was hard to believe that in the morning all hell would break lose. He had considered writing to the Daily Prophet asking them not to publish a story on Severus and Draco, and then decided against it. If they didn't have the story now, they would if he asked them, and if they did, they wouldn't be stopped just because he didn't want it. He wasn't some sort of official, after all. . . He was dreading the next day. Just as long as Draco kept his head, and Severus was as intimidating and ambiguous as he ever was, them it wouldn't be too bad. . . And then there was Narcissa. She didn't know about this yet. . .Dumbledore felt a little sorry for her; losing her husband and then her only son to an ex-friend, a male ex-friend. Despite this, he didn't let his compassion overlook the fact that she was a homophobic, cold blooded murderess.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. Late. So late it was early. . .he sighed and retired to bed.