Chapter Four
Neville returned to the Gryffindor common room in a bad mood. If only they hadn't been interrupted, he could have kissed Severus! It was something he had wanted to do for years. In his fourth year Neville had started to fantasize about the potions professor. Most of those fantasies involved Snape naked and tied up on his own desk, and Neville still indulged in that dream even though he was no longer afraid of the man. Now, though, he simply wanted Severus any way he could have him. Thinking about what had just happened; Neville thought Severus had been interested as well, since he hadn't been moving away when they were interrupted. He would have to get Severus alone, Neville decided, calming down. He would find out if the man returned his feelings at all, and then, well, he could always tie him to the desk. Neville laughed to himself at his thoughts, and went to take another shower to relieve some tension.
Severus swore to himself after he finally got the students to finish cleaning and get out. What the Hell had he been thinking? Well, actually he knew what he had been thinking, or at least what he had been thinking with, but what he wanted was impossible. Neville was a student, and just a boy, even if he seemed much more mature then his years. He had just turned eighteen in February. He didn't need a forty year old man all but throwing himself at him. It had to be the spring fever that was making Neville seem interested in him. Once it passed, Neville would come to his senses and find someone else. Severus scowled at the thought of anyone else touching Neville, and got up to get ready for bed.
Looking in the mirror, Severus saw that he needed a haircut. His hair always grew faster in the spring. He looked closer, and sighed. His roots were starting to show, and he knew he needed to switch to washing his hair twice a day once again. He pulled out his wand and, looking at himself sideways in the mirror, murmured "Scissoris." He winced at the slight sting as the last inch of his hair was neatly removed, and picking up an ugly grey bar of soap, went into the shower.
Neville returned to the Gryffindor common room in a bad mood. If only they hadn't been interrupted, he could have kissed Severus! It was something he had wanted to do for years. In his fourth year Neville had started to fantasize about the potions professor. Most of those fantasies involved Snape naked and tied up on his own desk, and Neville still indulged in that dream even though he was no longer afraid of the man. Now, though, he simply wanted Severus any way he could have him. Thinking about what had just happened; Neville thought Severus had been interested as well, since he hadn't been moving away when they were interrupted. He would have to get Severus alone, Neville decided, calming down. He would find out if the man returned his feelings at all, and then, well, he could always tie him to the desk. Neville laughed to himself at his thoughts, and went to take another shower to relieve some tension.
Severus swore to himself after he finally got the students to finish cleaning and get out. What the Hell had he been thinking? Well, actually he knew what he had been thinking, or at least what he had been thinking with, but what he wanted was impossible. Neville was a student, and just a boy, even if he seemed much more mature then his years. He had just turned eighteen in February. He didn't need a forty year old man all but throwing himself at him. It had to be the spring fever that was making Neville seem interested in him. Once it passed, Neville would come to his senses and find someone else. Severus scowled at the thought of anyone else touching Neville, and got up to get ready for bed.
Looking in the mirror, Severus saw that he needed a haircut. His hair always grew faster in the spring. He looked closer, and sighed. His roots were starting to show, and he knew he needed to switch to washing his hair twice a day once again. He pulled out his wand and, looking at himself sideways in the mirror, murmured "Scissoris." He winced at the slight sting as the last inch of his hair was neatly removed, and picking up an ugly grey bar of soap, went into the shower.