In Which Methos and Severus Come Out (kinda)
Chapter 33:
Gryffindor Boys Dorms
Harry woke to a rough shaking. Then,, he made out Ron's voice.
"Get up Harry! Presents!" Harry woke up completely and scrambled for his glasses. Indeed there were presents once again. Harry grinned at Ron and dove into the presents. Hermione came in a few moments later with a basket of chocolate frogs and the three laughed over chocolate as wrapping paper hit the floor.
Methos' Rooms
Awareness came slowly to the sleeping lovers, but when it did, it came on strong. Presents were opened, wrapping flying everywhere (mostly from Methos' childlike enthusiasm. Whether he really was childlike, or was doing this to get Severus to laugh was never too certain.) From Methos Severus receive, last night (hee hee), and ancient athame from his collection (mithril(2) with emeralds in the hilt – once belonged to Slazar Slytherin, but Severus doesn't know that…yet) and a black metal medallion in the shape of a crow with a sparkling onyx for it's eye on a chain of pure silver. Methos received a pack of home-brewed Ancient Egyptian beer (he had mentioned one night in passing that he missed Egyptian Beer…even if it was too sweet) and a matching silver necklace and bracelet set. The gem in the necklace glowed green when magic was used and red when danger was near. The bracelet, on the other hand had a series of smaller jewels that glowed different colors in response to a variety of things.
With clean black robes and the new pendants around their respected owner's necks, the two walked to the Great Hall. As they passed a particularly inconspicuous nook, they heard muffled moans, and the rustling of cloth. Methos stopped, and peered into the darkness. Then he smirked, glanced at Severus, and cleared his throat, loudly.
"Ahem." The two darkened figures in the nook sprung apart, faces flushing. "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. I do not believe this is something that you want found out about…especially not by teachers?" He raised an eyebrow at them. Harry looked down at the floor, kicking it, while Draco held his gaze.
"But I thought this was the season to love your neighbor?" Severus snickered.
"It's also the season to love your brother and I don't think they meant it like that."
"Quite right. This isn't Ancient Rome, you know. Come on, or we'll be late for breakfast." With that puzzling statement and non-sequitur they entered the Great Hall.
The Great Hall – middle of Breakfast
They were just about halfway done with their eggs and bacon when it happened. Flitwick stood on his chair and tapped his glass with his fork. Conversations fell silent as all attention was called to him.
"May I have your attention, please," he said in his quavering, mousy voice, "I would like to take this time to announce my engagement and subsequent upcoming marriage to Patricia Pince!" There were excited murmurs, cheers and congratulations. Remus clapped shoulder and his big black dog nudged his foot. McGonagall hugged Pince.
"Pat! Oh, I'm so happy for you!" the students at the other end of the table were shocked. Their teachers, apparently, were real people! With (gasp!) real lives! Nedless to say the students (the whole dozen) were watching with rapt attention. Sprout looked slightly puzzled, though happy. She turned to Severus.
"Not that I'm not happy that they're together, or anything, but it Flit is with Pat…who are you with?" Severus smiled small and raised an eyebrow at her. He didn't comment. "You're not gonna tell me, are you?" He shook his head. Not many were watching them…yet. "Well, if you're not going to tell me, I'm just going to have to guess. Minerva?" No response.
"No? hmmm…Hooch?"
Silence.
"Pomfrey?"
Silence
"Remus?"
Rolled eyes.
"Hagrid?"
Startled glance.
"I guess not. Let's see…who haven't I mentioned that's here?"
"Who said whoever it is, is here?" Sprout smiled at him. Methos turned to watch.
"well, you have a fresh new love bite behind your ear, right on the pulse point, that wasn't there yesterday, so your lover has to be here." Methos started laughing silently, his shoulder shaking in an effort to remain silent as the color rose to Severus' cheeks.
"Is it Cassandra?"
"No. The negation was soft, but steel. Sprout was surprised at the flat refusal, but then again, he never did like Diviners. A sudden thought occurred to her and she sobered quickly.
"It's not…not a student is it?" Her voice was low and his "absolutely not," was just as quiet. Methos' laughter, however, was quite loud.
"You think it's funny?" Severus growled.
"Not funny, no, but…pretty amusing, yeah." He sat back watching Severus, arms folded and trying to hold back a smile.
"You really are insufferable, you know that?"
"Yes, but you know you love me." Severus just shook his head and went back to his food. Sprout looked speechless, well, almost speechless.
"It's Adam isn't it? You're shagging Adam."
He didn't respond, but the tips of his ears turned pink. She looked at Methos. He smirked and blew her a kiss before returning to his food as well.
"It's true. You're shagging Adam." Like with all awkward sentences this one was said in a considerable lull in conversation. All eyes were zeroed in on them. It was silent for one minute, then five, everybody waiting for a response. Methos finally put down his fork and looked up.
"You have a question?" he asked politely. Minerva asked,
"Are you and Severus together?" He replied calmly.
"I don't see how it's any of your business." There was silence and he rolled his eyes to it.
"Yes!" he shouted exasperatedly, "We are madly, passionately in love with each other! We cannot stand a moment apart and would die without each other! Is that what you wanted to hear?" he questioned sarcastically. He was met with silence.
"I wanted to hear that." Methos glared at Severus.
"You don't count. You know about us, or at least, you better." Severus laughed. Still smiling slightly he raised an eyebrow at those gathered.
"Anything else?"
"So you're really together?" Adam snickered and Severus glared.
"Yes!" he snapped. "Is there a problem?"
"No problem Severus," replied Dumbledore. "I just believe this was a shock to some of your coworkers, not to mention the second announcement of love and relationship within twenty minutes. I believe it is now time to party." He snapped his fingers and presents and goodies piled onto the table. Merry Christmas, everybody!"
Later – early afternoon
The ground was an endless white, blending the trees into perfection. It had snowed overnight, so only Hagrid's morning trek to the school could be seen. Ron crouched behind a bush, cursing his red hair that made him such an easy target. A snowball was clenched in his hand as he hunted for his friends.
But, alas, it was futile. His hair was his downfall. Hermione found him first.
Shaking the snow from his hair he gave chase, making the mistake of running into the open. He was immediately pelted with at least a dozen snowballs. Atmitting defeat he fell to the ground covered in snow. His attackers came out from cover. Slowly they crept up to him, snowballs at the ready. Three red heads, two black and one brown haired people and one silver-blond stood over their fallen target.
"Not fair!" he called up weakly from the ground, "You ganged up on me." Hermione helped him up and hugged him.
"Sorry Ron. All's fair in love and war and all that."
"Yeah Ron."
"You'd do the same to us."
"No I wouldn't" he paused, "I'd use more snowballs." There was laughter. The twins stood to one side of Ron with Ginny and Draco, Harry, and Methos stood on his other side. Ginny was about to say something, but Methos' exclamation cut her off.
"Ow! Hey!" he spun, the snow falling from the back of his head. Severus stood a few yards away with Remus and Snuffles; he waved. Methos glared and advanced a step. Severus stepped back, eyes widening. Remus moved to the side, trying to stay out of their way and not to laugh.
"Adam, love, now take it easy. Adam? AHH!" He cut himself off as he turned and fled, Methos hot on his heels. Remus walked over to the others as they watched the lovers wrestle in the snow. Ron shook his head.
"I can't believe Snape can act so…so…"
"Human?" asked Remus. "He'd surprise you, how human ne really is. He hasn't shownit since his first year, however." He paused, watching for a moment, "Love really can change a person. I'm happy for both of them." HE smiled at his current and ex-students an he and Snuffled returned to the warmth of Hogwarts. Fred turned to George.
"Love?"
"Them?"
"Who?"
"How?" Hermione giggled and Ginny explained.
"Snape and Pierson are together, as a couple."
"A couple of what?" murmured Ron and Herm smacked his arm. The twins suddenly looked at each other, frightened.
"What's wrong?" asked Draco, the first to notice.
"We just realized…"
"That if Snape can find love before we do…"
"We'll never get laid!"
TBC
Merry Belated Christmas everybody.
(1) from chapter 32- Boo Boo Kitty-Fuck is the nickname Jay gives that girl in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Hilarious move. Check it out. It has Luke Skywalker in it! (Mark Hamill - the bad guy at the end) and Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher – the nun)
(2)mithril – metal from the Lord of the Rings. It's what Frodo's chain mail is made of…I know…I'm obsessed.
Next chapter - the plot moves along! Death Eater meet!
Chapter 33:
Gryffindor Boys Dorms
Harry woke to a rough shaking. Then,, he made out Ron's voice.
"Get up Harry! Presents!" Harry woke up completely and scrambled for his glasses. Indeed there were presents once again. Harry grinned at Ron and dove into the presents. Hermione came in a few moments later with a basket of chocolate frogs and the three laughed over chocolate as wrapping paper hit the floor.
Methos' Rooms
Awareness came slowly to the sleeping lovers, but when it did, it came on strong. Presents were opened, wrapping flying everywhere (mostly from Methos' childlike enthusiasm. Whether he really was childlike, or was doing this to get Severus to laugh was never too certain.) From Methos Severus receive, last night (hee hee), and ancient athame from his collection (mithril(2) with emeralds in the hilt – once belonged to Slazar Slytherin, but Severus doesn't know that…yet) and a black metal medallion in the shape of a crow with a sparkling onyx for it's eye on a chain of pure silver. Methos received a pack of home-brewed Ancient Egyptian beer (he had mentioned one night in passing that he missed Egyptian Beer…even if it was too sweet) and a matching silver necklace and bracelet set. The gem in the necklace glowed green when magic was used and red when danger was near. The bracelet, on the other hand had a series of smaller jewels that glowed different colors in response to a variety of things.
With clean black robes and the new pendants around their respected owner's necks, the two walked to the Great Hall. As they passed a particularly inconspicuous nook, they heard muffled moans, and the rustling of cloth. Methos stopped, and peered into the darkness. Then he smirked, glanced at Severus, and cleared his throat, loudly.
"Ahem." The two darkened figures in the nook sprung apart, faces flushing. "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. I do not believe this is something that you want found out about…especially not by teachers?" He raised an eyebrow at them. Harry looked down at the floor, kicking it, while Draco held his gaze.
"But I thought this was the season to love your neighbor?" Severus snickered.
"It's also the season to love your brother and I don't think they meant it like that."
"Quite right. This isn't Ancient Rome, you know. Come on, or we'll be late for breakfast." With that puzzling statement and non-sequitur they entered the Great Hall.
The Great Hall – middle of Breakfast
They were just about halfway done with their eggs and bacon when it happened. Flitwick stood on his chair and tapped his glass with his fork. Conversations fell silent as all attention was called to him.
"May I have your attention, please," he said in his quavering, mousy voice, "I would like to take this time to announce my engagement and subsequent upcoming marriage to Patricia Pince!" There were excited murmurs, cheers and congratulations. Remus clapped shoulder and his big black dog nudged his foot. McGonagall hugged Pince.
"Pat! Oh, I'm so happy for you!" the students at the other end of the table were shocked. Their teachers, apparently, were real people! With (gasp!) real lives! Nedless to say the students (the whole dozen) were watching with rapt attention. Sprout looked slightly puzzled, though happy. She turned to Severus.
"Not that I'm not happy that they're together, or anything, but it Flit is with Pat…who are you with?" Severus smiled small and raised an eyebrow at her. He didn't comment. "You're not gonna tell me, are you?" He shook his head. Not many were watching them…yet. "Well, if you're not going to tell me, I'm just going to have to guess. Minerva?" No response.
"No? hmmm…Hooch?"
Silence.
"Pomfrey?"
Silence
"Remus?"
Rolled eyes.
"Hagrid?"
Startled glance.
"I guess not. Let's see…who haven't I mentioned that's here?"
"Who said whoever it is, is here?" Sprout smiled at him. Methos turned to watch.
"well, you have a fresh new love bite behind your ear, right on the pulse point, that wasn't there yesterday, so your lover has to be here." Methos started laughing silently, his shoulder shaking in an effort to remain silent as the color rose to Severus' cheeks.
"Is it Cassandra?"
"No. The negation was soft, but steel. Sprout was surprised at the flat refusal, but then again, he never did like Diviners. A sudden thought occurred to her and she sobered quickly.
"It's not…not a student is it?" Her voice was low and his "absolutely not," was just as quiet. Methos' laughter, however, was quite loud.
"You think it's funny?" Severus growled.
"Not funny, no, but…pretty amusing, yeah." He sat back watching Severus, arms folded and trying to hold back a smile.
"You really are insufferable, you know that?"
"Yes, but you know you love me." Severus just shook his head and went back to his food. Sprout looked speechless, well, almost speechless.
"It's Adam isn't it? You're shagging Adam."
He didn't respond, but the tips of his ears turned pink. She looked at Methos. He smirked and blew her a kiss before returning to his food as well.
"It's true. You're shagging Adam." Like with all awkward sentences this one was said in a considerable lull in conversation. All eyes were zeroed in on them. It was silent for one minute, then five, everybody waiting for a response. Methos finally put down his fork and looked up.
"You have a question?" he asked politely. Minerva asked,
"Are you and Severus together?" He replied calmly.
"I don't see how it's any of your business." There was silence and he rolled his eyes to it.
"Yes!" he shouted exasperatedly, "We are madly, passionately in love with each other! We cannot stand a moment apart and would die without each other! Is that what you wanted to hear?" he questioned sarcastically. He was met with silence.
"I wanted to hear that." Methos glared at Severus.
"You don't count. You know about us, or at least, you better." Severus laughed. Still smiling slightly he raised an eyebrow at those gathered.
"Anything else?"
"So you're really together?" Adam snickered and Severus glared.
"Yes!" he snapped. "Is there a problem?"
"No problem Severus," replied Dumbledore. "I just believe this was a shock to some of your coworkers, not to mention the second announcement of love and relationship within twenty minutes. I believe it is now time to party." He snapped his fingers and presents and goodies piled onto the table. Merry Christmas, everybody!"
Later – early afternoon
The ground was an endless white, blending the trees into perfection. It had snowed overnight, so only Hagrid's morning trek to the school could be seen. Ron crouched behind a bush, cursing his red hair that made him such an easy target. A snowball was clenched in his hand as he hunted for his friends.
But, alas, it was futile. His hair was his downfall. Hermione found him first.
Shaking the snow from his hair he gave chase, making the mistake of running into the open. He was immediately pelted with at least a dozen snowballs. Atmitting defeat he fell to the ground covered in snow. His attackers came out from cover. Slowly they crept up to him, snowballs at the ready. Three red heads, two black and one brown haired people and one silver-blond stood over their fallen target.
"Not fair!" he called up weakly from the ground, "You ganged up on me." Hermione helped him up and hugged him.
"Sorry Ron. All's fair in love and war and all that."
"Yeah Ron."
"You'd do the same to us."
"No I wouldn't" he paused, "I'd use more snowballs." There was laughter. The twins stood to one side of Ron with Ginny and Draco, Harry, and Methos stood on his other side. Ginny was about to say something, but Methos' exclamation cut her off.
"Ow! Hey!" he spun, the snow falling from the back of his head. Severus stood a few yards away with Remus and Snuffles; he waved. Methos glared and advanced a step. Severus stepped back, eyes widening. Remus moved to the side, trying to stay out of their way and not to laugh.
"Adam, love, now take it easy. Adam? AHH!" He cut himself off as he turned and fled, Methos hot on his heels. Remus walked over to the others as they watched the lovers wrestle in the snow. Ron shook his head.
"I can't believe Snape can act so…so…"
"Human?" asked Remus. "He'd surprise you, how human ne really is. He hasn't shownit since his first year, however." He paused, watching for a moment, "Love really can change a person. I'm happy for both of them." HE smiled at his current and ex-students an he and Snuffled returned to the warmth of Hogwarts. Fred turned to George.
"Love?"
"Them?"
"Who?"
"How?" Hermione giggled and Ginny explained.
"Snape and Pierson are together, as a couple."
"A couple of what?" murmured Ron and Herm smacked his arm. The twins suddenly looked at each other, frightened.
"What's wrong?" asked Draco, the first to notice.
"We just realized…"
"That if Snape can find love before we do…"
"We'll never get laid!"
TBC
Merry Belated Christmas everybody.
(1) from chapter 32- Boo Boo Kitty-Fuck is the nickname Jay gives that girl in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Hilarious move. Check it out. It has Luke Skywalker in it! (Mark Hamill - the bad guy at the end) and Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher – the nun)
(2)mithril – metal from the Lord of the Rings. It's what Frodo's chain mail is made of…I know…I'm obsessed.
Next chapter - the plot moves along! Death Eater meet!