A/N: PLEASE READ!!!!!!! It has come to my attention that some of you wish
for the slash to remain at a minimum. It had never been my intention to
flaunt the partnerships founded in this story, but I do love slash couples.
The only couples I am changing is I'm making it a Ron/Hermione story and
the other changed paring is Neville/Ginny. Will there be hand holding? Yes.
Hugs? Yes. Kissing? Yes. Wild hot monkey sex? No. The character will never
get beyond first base (if that) in these pages. Most are underage anyway,
and I'm not into kiddie porn. Anyway..the chapters may be short, they may
be long. I will try to update at least every other day until the story is
finished, but it may be longer due to homework. Please bear with me, K?
cool. On with the story.
Chapter 3
It was dark and cool inside the three broomsticks, and the noise level, though not high, wasn't low either. It was just loud enough so a lowered voice couldn't be heard, but normal tones could. Especially when Hagrid spoke instead of drinking. They all sat at one table with Adam, Severus, and Remus against the wall, Hagrid next to remus at the head, and Minerva, Sprout and Flitwick on the other side. Remus sat with a Butterbeer, paying more attention to Minerva's conversation than Severus and Adam's but not really participating in it either. Adam was nursing a beer (his 5th, 6th? The man could definitely outdrink the Scott, McGonnagall) and Severus was slowly drinking a whiskey, his only drink in t the 5 hours they had been there. It was still only half full. Without conscious thought, Remus tuned into their conversation.
"So how long have you been potions master at Hogwarts?" Severus's face tightened imperceptivity as if there were bad memories attached, (which in fact there were) but if you didn't look closely it would have been missed.
"About 15 years actually. And not one of my students truly grasps the finer art of potions. Some have come close, but not many, and they're usually girls. In fact the best student I ever had is one Ginny Weasly, a Griffendor girl. The only Weasly since Percy with any sense." Severus paused, "you have no idea what I'm rambling about do you?"
"Which part, potions or the Weaslys?"
"Either, both."
"Potions, yes I understand. Weaslys, no I'm afraid not, but I'm sure I'll learn."
"Yes. You'll pick up on the Weaslys easily enough. It's hard to miss a Weasly. They all have bright red hair." Adam laughed softly and took a sip of his beer. "You like potions?" Severus asked.
"Yes, I do actually. History has always been my passion, but there is something to be said about a perfectly brewed potion, isn't there."
"Oh, yes. There is." There was a pause in the conversation here. Adam spoke next.
"You know, you don't seem to be a terrible monster. I really have a hard time believing that the students don't like you. You're smart, witty-" This was obviously from an earlier part of the conversation.
"They don't all hate me. My house, the Slytherins, like me, or at least respect me enough to make it seem like they like me. The rest don't like me because I don't act like this in class. In class I'm a cold, heartless, calculating, mean old nasty professor with an axe to grind. They feel I pick on them. I only single them out when they're having a hard time learning something. Take Longbottom for example. You'll meet him soon enough and you won't forget him. The child is an absolute klutz, but a genius at herbology. I can't tell you how many cauldrons he's melted, but after I "pick on" him, he doesn't make that mistake again. He finds something new." The last part was said sarcastically as Severus quickly downed the rest of the glass. "They don't have to like me. They just have to learn from me." Adam smiled.
"I like that attitude. It's the same one that I have when I teach, but for some reason, all my students have loved me so far." He shook his head. "I will never understand teenagers."
"You sound like you have a lot of experience. Have you been teaching long?" Adam smiled enigmatically.
"All my adult life." He paused. "It was at a Muggle school though. Muggle history." Severus raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Muggle? Why?" Adam smiled.
"They interest me. They.amuse me." He grinned boyishly, making him look all of 25. "I'm easily amused." There was silence for a moment as each drank, then e greater pause as they turned their attention to the bigger conversation. It was, however, mostly over. Minerva looked at the clock.
"Och! Look at the time! We hafta' head back. It's getting' late." Her brogue was deepened due to the high level of alcohol now in her bloodstream. It reminded Adam of Duncan when he drank too much.
The barmaid came over and they paid. Together they walked (well, staggered in Minerva and Hagrid's case, but it was ok. They supported each other) out of the Three Broomsticks. Again Hagrid, Minerva, and a very bouncy Flitwick lead the way, followed by a more sober Remus and Sprout, with Adam and Severus again taking up the rear. Even drunk, the entire group made it back to the castle without falling once.
TBC
A/N 2: First of all, no Minerva McGonagall is NOT a drunk, she just likes to drink and has a high tolerance for alcohol. She stops drinking before the school starts, then only during breaks. There are no drunkards in my story. For those of you wondering, I set WWW in Hogsmead, wether that's where it is or not, that's where I put it. I love the Twins. Second of all, I would like to amend my former statement. If you want me to keep the slashier bits in tell me. The story will never be 100% Het, I just can't do it. But if you can come up with better parings than I have, tell me. I might just change it. But MEHTOS/SEVERUS is staying. I need to know what you want. Do they get together before the session starts, after the session starts, at a holiday, or after the big battle that characterizes the end of every HP story? You tell me.um.more either tomorrow or Thursday.
Chapter 3
It was dark and cool inside the three broomsticks, and the noise level, though not high, wasn't low either. It was just loud enough so a lowered voice couldn't be heard, but normal tones could. Especially when Hagrid spoke instead of drinking. They all sat at one table with Adam, Severus, and Remus against the wall, Hagrid next to remus at the head, and Minerva, Sprout and Flitwick on the other side. Remus sat with a Butterbeer, paying more attention to Minerva's conversation than Severus and Adam's but not really participating in it either. Adam was nursing a beer (his 5th, 6th? The man could definitely outdrink the Scott, McGonnagall) and Severus was slowly drinking a whiskey, his only drink in t the 5 hours they had been there. It was still only half full. Without conscious thought, Remus tuned into their conversation.
"So how long have you been potions master at Hogwarts?" Severus's face tightened imperceptivity as if there were bad memories attached, (which in fact there were) but if you didn't look closely it would have been missed.
"About 15 years actually. And not one of my students truly grasps the finer art of potions. Some have come close, but not many, and they're usually girls. In fact the best student I ever had is one Ginny Weasly, a Griffendor girl. The only Weasly since Percy with any sense." Severus paused, "you have no idea what I'm rambling about do you?"
"Which part, potions or the Weaslys?"
"Either, both."
"Potions, yes I understand. Weaslys, no I'm afraid not, but I'm sure I'll learn."
"Yes. You'll pick up on the Weaslys easily enough. It's hard to miss a Weasly. They all have bright red hair." Adam laughed softly and took a sip of his beer. "You like potions?" Severus asked.
"Yes, I do actually. History has always been my passion, but there is something to be said about a perfectly brewed potion, isn't there."
"Oh, yes. There is." There was a pause in the conversation here. Adam spoke next.
"You know, you don't seem to be a terrible monster. I really have a hard time believing that the students don't like you. You're smart, witty-" This was obviously from an earlier part of the conversation.
"They don't all hate me. My house, the Slytherins, like me, or at least respect me enough to make it seem like they like me. The rest don't like me because I don't act like this in class. In class I'm a cold, heartless, calculating, mean old nasty professor with an axe to grind. They feel I pick on them. I only single them out when they're having a hard time learning something. Take Longbottom for example. You'll meet him soon enough and you won't forget him. The child is an absolute klutz, but a genius at herbology. I can't tell you how many cauldrons he's melted, but after I "pick on" him, he doesn't make that mistake again. He finds something new." The last part was said sarcastically as Severus quickly downed the rest of the glass. "They don't have to like me. They just have to learn from me." Adam smiled.
"I like that attitude. It's the same one that I have when I teach, but for some reason, all my students have loved me so far." He shook his head. "I will never understand teenagers."
"You sound like you have a lot of experience. Have you been teaching long?" Adam smiled enigmatically.
"All my adult life." He paused. "It was at a Muggle school though. Muggle history." Severus raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Muggle? Why?" Adam smiled.
"They interest me. They.amuse me." He grinned boyishly, making him look all of 25. "I'm easily amused." There was silence for a moment as each drank, then e greater pause as they turned their attention to the bigger conversation. It was, however, mostly over. Minerva looked at the clock.
"Och! Look at the time! We hafta' head back. It's getting' late." Her brogue was deepened due to the high level of alcohol now in her bloodstream. It reminded Adam of Duncan when he drank too much.
The barmaid came over and they paid. Together they walked (well, staggered in Minerva and Hagrid's case, but it was ok. They supported each other) out of the Three Broomsticks. Again Hagrid, Minerva, and a very bouncy Flitwick lead the way, followed by a more sober Remus and Sprout, with Adam and Severus again taking up the rear. Even drunk, the entire group made it back to the castle without falling once.
TBC
A/N 2: First of all, no Minerva McGonagall is NOT a drunk, she just likes to drink and has a high tolerance for alcohol. She stops drinking before the school starts, then only during breaks. There are no drunkards in my story. For those of you wondering, I set WWW in Hogsmead, wether that's where it is or not, that's where I put it. I love the Twins. Second of all, I would like to amend my former statement. If you want me to keep the slashier bits in tell me. The story will never be 100% Het, I just can't do it. But if you can come up with better parings than I have, tell me. I might just change it. But MEHTOS/SEVERUS is staying. I need to know what you want. Do they get together before the session starts, after the session starts, at a holiday, or after the big battle that characterizes the end of every HP story? You tell me.um.more either tomorrow or Thursday.