Oliver could not clear his mind from what has happened as he was going towards the Great Hall for dinner. And yet he was terribly afraid of confronting Severus.
Severus was sitting there, at his normal seat, chatting to no one else than Fleur Delacoeur. She was giggling giddily and gesticulating actively.
"Oh, 'ello Oliver. Severus was just telling me how excellent flier you are," Fleur said to Oliver as he took his seat.
Oliver looked at Severus who was smiling entrancingly.
"Thank you very much on that compliment," replied Oliver carelessly, and started, out of no where, staring at the students who were coming to take their seats for the dinner.
Oliver, tried to make eye contact with Harry Potter, who sat extremely close him and it worked. With their stares, they exchanged several sentences of common nature. When Harry was finally engaged into a conversation with Ron and Hermione, and unable to continue his chit-chat with Oliver, Oliver had to face the doom of sitting close to Fleur.
She was talking to Severus about some French crap, as Oliver saw it. He tried desperately not listen to her.
The terrible dinner was over and Oliver headed back to his chambers. Just as he grabbed his new issue of Quidditch Magazine, there was a knock on his door. His face screw into a smile because he just knew it was Snape.
But it wasn't.
"Professor, I was wondering if you could sign me an autograph?" said a feeble voice when he opened the door.
Oliver looked down seeing a small girl standing in front of him.
"Oh... oh course... Miss..." he stuttered taking the piece of parchment and a quill she held.
"Wilks..." she smiled.
He signed and she thanked him.
He closed the door and started reading an article about Graham Mullan, when a rather revelling thought came to his head - how did little girl know where his chamber is. He jumped up, to try to catch her, but just as he opened the door, someone was standing there.
"Maybe you should tell Trelawney about your divination abilities..." came the well-known, cynical voice.
Oliver smiled sourly - it was Severus.
"Well, won't you invite me in?" the man asked.
"Of course..." replied Oliver.
"Nice place you got here. No skirts lying around this time..." Severus commented, making himself at hom by sitting down on a comfy sofa.
"Well, I thought how much you hate them, so I put them away," said Oliver casually, sitting on the sofa, close to Severus.
"I always wondered... do you, Scots, wear anything under that wee skirt of yours?"
"No... why'd ya ask?" smiled Oliver, moving slowly towards the other man.
"It was bugging me, if you wear nothing, how do you go and pick that Scottish flower of yours?"
"Thistle, the flower of our country?"
"Yes, that one."
"I don't know. Maybe one day you can join me and try it for yourself," answer Oliver and put his mouth beside Severus'. Severus closed his eyes, and kissed him for the second time.
It was quite a different experience for Oliver to be kissed by a guy. It was revolutionary, so strong and virile.
Oliver leaned down, as Severus started unbuttoning his shirt, and kissing his chest slowly. He put his hands into Severus' hair.
'God, I'll make him wash it one day...' Oliver was thinking. Severus played on his chest with his tongue, up and down, creating those tinkling patterns.
"I was just wondering," Severus asked suddenly, "did you ever get it blown."
"Of course I did," replied Oliver, feeling a bit flinchy on a thought of a man touching his privates.
The older man smiled nastily, and said: "Have you ever been with a man before?"
"Of course I haven't, what kind of question is that," snapped Oliver, letting his zip get unflied, and his organ held.
Snape lowered his mouth and did the work. Oliver haven't utterly realised what was happening to him, other than that warm tickling sensation.
"Wasn't this good?" Snape sneered, getting up, and wiping his mouth off.
"You see the strength of Claymore now..." joked Oliver, dizzily buttoning up his pants.
"You're a brave lad. Tell me, would you die for Scotland?"
"Are you making fun of me?" Oliver jumped all of a sudden.
"Come down, lad, it was just a simple question."
Oliver was just to respond back, but Snape twitched on the side, like someone whipped him on his shoulder.
"Damn, what it is this time?" he snarled. Oliver noticed that the stone in Severus' silver ring was shinning.
"Someone is calling me from the downstairs," Snape replied coldly and have gotten up.
Oliver stared at him as he exited.
"I am terribly sorry, we'll do it some other time," Severus sighed, closing the door behind him.
Oliver sat there, bedazzled for a moment, then jumped and ran after Severus.
"What do you want... they shouldn't see us together..." Severus snarled as Oliver ran and caught up with him.
"Relax, mate... I'll say you summoned me to bitch at me for doing something wrong," Oliver sighed.
Severus responded nothing, and Oliver followed him down the staircases. They finally arrived to the Great Hall where Filch was. He was holding two students by their ears. Unexpectedly enough, those two were Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Ron Weasley and Gregory Goyle were crouching at the side.
Draco and Harry looked bad indeed. They were bloodied up from their chins down. Harry seemed in some kind of delirium, like he couldn't see properly. It must have been because someone smashed his glasses. From all the glass, there was a thin red scar on his cheek.
Draco, on the other hand, seemed fully aware of himself.
"What did they do?" Severus snarled upon seeing them.
"They were fighting... almost killed each other... on the other hand, I shouldn't've broke them apart, they're as good as dead," Filch commented bitterly.
Snape, with quick movement, snatched Draco away from Filch and demanded an explanation.
"Potter started it, Sir..." Draco bluttered automatically, but it seemed to satisfy Snape.
Snape was just about ready to charge at Harry when Professor McGonagall arrived, wearing her tartan night gown.
"What in the world have you two been doing?" she snarled upon seeing them.
"Minerva..." Severus approached her tactfully.
"This is disgrace! Potter, Weasley, to my office!" she yelled, and left as Harry, Ron, and Oliver went after her.
"Thank you Filch. Goyle, you can go to your bed. Mr Malfoy, follow me," Snape ordered.
In Snape's office, Draco was the first one who spoke.
"It was Potter's fault."
Severus motioned him to sit down, passing him a piece of cloth of wipe himself off.
"I know."
"So you won't deduct any point from Slytherin?" Draco asked, cleaning his face.
"No. However, I should be required to speak to your father," sighed the older man, sitting down. He was resting his chin on his hands, and following Draco's every move.
"How did it start?"
"I told the idiot that his father was nobody, and that he's probably sucking the cocks of hell now," Draco shrugged casually.
His hair was messy, and falling over his face.
"Here you go, write a letter to your father and tell him I want to see him," ordered Severus, passing Draco some writing material.
"What should I say? I don't want him to be mad at me..."
"Just tell him that I need to talk to him, just for a check. The year haven't started properly yet, and you're bloodying up yourself and Potter already. Knock it out, I've told you, I'll cover up for you as long as you don't make it too obvious," Snape said.
Draco gave him *that* stare.
"Besides, if he's still mad at you, it's because of the poor marks you received last year."
"Fine," Draco said sulkily and scribbled something down. Before Snape sent it, by his black owl, he had a look over it.
"Unfortunately is spelt with one 'l'," he added cynically.
Draco muttered something and went off to sleep.
Snape had no energy to go back and finish off what he started with Oliver Wood. Instead he headed straight to bed.
McGonagall granted usual bitching to Harry and Ron. Her decision to deduct twenty points each was doubted, after Oliver pointed her that Severus won't like take any points off Slytherin. So, Gryffindor got out with ten points each.
"You know what those lads need, Oliver?" Minerva sighed after Harry and Ron left her office.
"Some sex?" Oliver answered frankly.
"No, some proper education. Honestly..." she snapped, eyeing him with her stern eyes.
Next morning, before Oliver was teaching, Dumbledore asked him to his office.
"You know, we were planning to make a little Quidditch event this season," said Dumbledore benignly, sipping some tea.
"Yeah, Aunt told me all about that," Oliver replied.
"And it's going to be a big game between Slytherin and Gryffindor... but the Ministry is going to come, all the important members. As all the twelve Hogwarts governors, and there has been some slight... changes amongst the Hogwarts Governors. And we were wondering if you could invite Gabriel Aherne to attend our little bash?"
Colour of Oliver's face drained once again upon hearing 'Aherne', but he played it cool.
"Of course. Count it done, Sir."
He lazily swayed with his cane, knocking empty vials off the shelf. Severus pretended not to notice it.
"So what did that idiot do again?" he asked in cold voice.
"Nothing, he just picked up a fight with Potter," Severus replied, shaking slightly as Lucius was walking towards him.
"And he was stupid enough to get caught? What a moron... picked it up from his mother, of course..." Lucius commented, standing even closer to Severus.
"Well, I had to call you in. You know, talk with parents just so we could fix problems with you child. Anyway, better me than McGonagall..."
"That old hag's still around? We'll I'll see and try get her sacked," Lucius sighed, staring into Severus' dark eyes. Lucius was smiling in weird, captivative way, as Severus' face expression was rigid.
"What do you mean....?"
"Oh, so you didn't hear the news? They were begging me to come back and take care of the positions... they were literally begging me to come back, say how it was their biggest mistake they sacked me. And I don't like when people beg for me," he said ecstatically, tracing sharp line on Severus' cheek with his middle finger.
Lucius went for it, and kissed Severus. Severus tried to push away, knowing how much trouble Lucius got him into last time he was kissed by him, but Lucius was merciless, barring Severus' way out with his cane.
Unexpectedly, someone walked in. It was Oliver Wood. He gasped, carrying sheets of white paper.
"Can't you knock, you bloody skirt-wearing idiot?" Severus snarled.
Lucius twitched unusually at word 'skirt-wearing'.
"I just came to give you this. It's from Minerva," uttered Oliver automatically, putting the sheets on Severus' desk and leaving.
"Go away, Lucius," snapped Severus at the blond man.
Lucius gave him that smile again, and said: "Well we'll see again, very soon."
Then he left and Severus groaned loudly.
Severus was sitting there, at his normal seat, chatting to no one else than Fleur Delacoeur. She was giggling giddily and gesticulating actively.
"Oh, 'ello Oliver. Severus was just telling me how excellent flier you are," Fleur said to Oliver as he took his seat.
Oliver looked at Severus who was smiling entrancingly.
"Thank you very much on that compliment," replied Oliver carelessly, and started, out of no where, staring at the students who were coming to take their seats for the dinner.
Oliver, tried to make eye contact with Harry Potter, who sat extremely close him and it worked. With their stares, they exchanged several sentences of common nature. When Harry was finally engaged into a conversation with Ron and Hermione, and unable to continue his chit-chat with Oliver, Oliver had to face the doom of sitting close to Fleur.
She was talking to Severus about some French crap, as Oliver saw it. He tried desperately not listen to her.
The terrible dinner was over and Oliver headed back to his chambers. Just as he grabbed his new issue of Quidditch Magazine, there was a knock on his door. His face screw into a smile because he just knew it was Snape.
But it wasn't.
"Professor, I was wondering if you could sign me an autograph?" said a feeble voice when he opened the door.
Oliver looked down seeing a small girl standing in front of him.
"Oh... oh course... Miss..." he stuttered taking the piece of parchment and a quill she held.
"Wilks..." she smiled.
He signed and she thanked him.
He closed the door and started reading an article about Graham Mullan, when a rather revelling thought came to his head - how did little girl know where his chamber is. He jumped up, to try to catch her, but just as he opened the door, someone was standing there.
"Maybe you should tell Trelawney about your divination abilities..." came the well-known, cynical voice.
Oliver smiled sourly - it was Severus.
"Well, won't you invite me in?" the man asked.
"Of course..." replied Oliver.
"Nice place you got here. No skirts lying around this time..." Severus commented, making himself at hom by sitting down on a comfy sofa.
"Well, I thought how much you hate them, so I put them away," said Oliver casually, sitting on the sofa, close to Severus.
"I always wondered... do you, Scots, wear anything under that wee skirt of yours?"
"No... why'd ya ask?" smiled Oliver, moving slowly towards the other man.
"It was bugging me, if you wear nothing, how do you go and pick that Scottish flower of yours?"
"Thistle, the flower of our country?"
"Yes, that one."
"I don't know. Maybe one day you can join me and try it for yourself," answer Oliver and put his mouth beside Severus'. Severus closed his eyes, and kissed him for the second time.
It was quite a different experience for Oliver to be kissed by a guy. It was revolutionary, so strong and virile.
Oliver leaned down, as Severus started unbuttoning his shirt, and kissing his chest slowly. He put his hands into Severus' hair.
'God, I'll make him wash it one day...' Oliver was thinking. Severus played on his chest with his tongue, up and down, creating those tinkling patterns.
"I was just wondering," Severus asked suddenly, "did you ever get it blown."
"Of course I did," replied Oliver, feeling a bit flinchy on a thought of a man touching his privates.
The older man smiled nastily, and said: "Have you ever been with a man before?"
"Of course I haven't, what kind of question is that," snapped Oliver, letting his zip get unflied, and his organ held.
Snape lowered his mouth and did the work. Oliver haven't utterly realised what was happening to him, other than that warm tickling sensation.
"Wasn't this good?" Snape sneered, getting up, and wiping his mouth off.
"You see the strength of Claymore now..." joked Oliver, dizzily buttoning up his pants.
"You're a brave lad. Tell me, would you die for Scotland?"
"Are you making fun of me?" Oliver jumped all of a sudden.
"Come down, lad, it was just a simple question."
Oliver was just to respond back, but Snape twitched on the side, like someone whipped him on his shoulder.
"Damn, what it is this time?" he snarled. Oliver noticed that the stone in Severus' silver ring was shinning.
"Someone is calling me from the downstairs," Snape replied coldly and have gotten up.
Oliver stared at him as he exited.
"I am terribly sorry, we'll do it some other time," Severus sighed, closing the door behind him.
Oliver sat there, bedazzled for a moment, then jumped and ran after Severus.
"What do you want... they shouldn't see us together..." Severus snarled as Oliver ran and caught up with him.
"Relax, mate... I'll say you summoned me to bitch at me for doing something wrong," Oliver sighed.
Severus responded nothing, and Oliver followed him down the staircases. They finally arrived to the Great Hall where Filch was. He was holding two students by their ears. Unexpectedly enough, those two were Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Ron Weasley and Gregory Goyle were crouching at the side.
Draco and Harry looked bad indeed. They were bloodied up from their chins down. Harry seemed in some kind of delirium, like he couldn't see properly. It must have been because someone smashed his glasses. From all the glass, there was a thin red scar on his cheek.
Draco, on the other hand, seemed fully aware of himself.
"What did they do?" Severus snarled upon seeing them.
"They were fighting... almost killed each other... on the other hand, I shouldn't've broke them apart, they're as good as dead," Filch commented bitterly.
Snape, with quick movement, snatched Draco away from Filch and demanded an explanation.
"Potter started it, Sir..." Draco bluttered automatically, but it seemed to satisfy Snape.
Snape was just about ready to charge at Harry when Professor McGonagall arrived, wearing her tartan night gown.
"What in the world have you two been doing?" she snarled upon seeing them.
"Minerva..." Severus approached her tactfully.
"This is disgrace! Potter, Weasley, to my office!" she yelled, and left as Harry, Ron, and Oliver went after her.
"Thank you Filch. Goyle, you can go to your bed. Mr Malfoy, follow me," Snape ordered.
In Snape's office, Draco was the first one who spoke.
"It was Potter's fault."
Severus motioned him to sit down, passing him a piece of cloth of wipe himself off.
"I know."
"So you won't deduct any point from Slytherin?" Draco asked, cleaning his face.
"No. However, I should be required to speak to your father," sighed the older man, sitting down. He was resting his chin on his hands, and following Draco's every move.
"How did it start?"
"I told the idiot that his father was nobody, and that he's probably sucking the cocks of hell now," Draco shrugged casually.
His hair was messy, and falling over his face.
"Here you go, write a letter to your father and tell him I want to see him," ordered Severus, passing Draco some writing material.
"What should I say? I don't want him to be mad at me..."
"Just tell him that I need to talk to him, just for a check. The year haven't started properly yet, and you're bloodying up yourself and Potter already. Knock it out, I've told you, I'll cover up for you as long as you don't make it too obvious," Snape said.
Draco gave him *that* stare.
"Besides, if he's still mad at you, it's because of the poor marks you received last year."
"Fine," Draco said sulkily and scribbled something down. Before Snape sent it, by his black owl, he had a look over it.
"Unfortunately is spelt with one 'l'," he added cynically.
Draco muttered something and went off to sleep.
Snape had no energy to go back and finish off what he started with Oliver Wood. Instead he headed straight to bed.
McGonagall granted usual bitching to Harry and Ron. Her decision to deduct twenty points each was doubted, after Oliver pointed her that Severus won't like take any points off Slytherin. So, Gryffindor got out with ten points each.
"You know what those lads need, Oliver?" Minerva sighed after Harry and Ron left her office.
"Some sex?" Oliver answered frankly.
"No, some proper education. Honestly..." she snapped, eyeing him with her stern eyes.
Next morning, before Oliver was teaching, Dumbledore asked him to his office.
"You know, we were planning to make a little Quidditch event this season," said Dumbledore benignly, sipping some tea.
"Yeah, Aunt told me all about that," Oliver replied.
"And it's going to be a big game between Slytherin and Gryffindor... but the Ministry is going to come, all the important members. As all the twelve Hogwarts governors, and there has been some slight... changes amongst the Hogwarts Governors. And we were wondering if you could invite Gabriel Aherne to attend our little bash?"
Colour of Oliver's face drained once again upon hearing 'Aherne', but he played it cool.
"Of course. Count it done, Sir."
He lazily swayed with his cane, knocking empty vials off the shelf. Severus pretended not to notice it.
"So what did that idiot do again?" he asked in cold voice.
"Nothing, he just picked up a fight with Potter," Severus replied, shaking slightly as Lucius was walking towards him.
"And he was stupid enough to get caught? What a moron... picked it up from his mother, of course..." Lucius commented, standing even closer to Severus.
"Well, I had to call you in. You know, talk with parents just so we could fix problems with you child. Anyway, better me than McGonagall..."
"That old hag's still around? We'll I'll see and try get her sacked," Lucius sighed, staring into Severus' dark eyes. Lucius was smiling in weird, captivative way, as Severus' face expression was rigid.
"What do you mean....?"
"Oh, so you didn't hear the news? They were begging me to come back and take care of the positions... they were literally begging me to come back, say how it was their biggest mistake they sacked me. And I don't like when people beg for me," he said ecstatically, tracing sharp line on Severus' cheek with his middle finger.
Lucius went for it, and kissed Severus. Severus tried to push away, knowing how much trouble Lucius got him into last time he was kissed by him, but Lucius was merciless, barring Severus' way out with his cane.
Unexpectedly, someone walked in. It was Oliver Wood. He gasped, carrying sheets of white paper.
"Can't you knock, you bloody skirt-wearing idiot?" Severus snarled.
Lucius twitched unusually at word 'skirt-wearing'.
"I just came to give you this. It's from Minerva," uttered Oliver automatically, putting the sheets on Severus' desk and leaving.
"Go away, Lucius," snapped Severus at the blond man.
Lucius gave him that smile again, and said: "Well we'll see again, very soon."
Then he left and Severus groaned loudly.