Disclaimer: Ok, Ok, So no, I don't own anything but Halle Manning and the
plot! Argh, life isn't fair!
Summary: Old friends fight, cry, kiss, and leave a lot unanswered.
Professors Chapter one: A Fight and A Kiss
"Damn it all to hell" Halle muttered as she raced around her living room throwing clothes into a pile to be taken into her room. "Why in Gods name don't I clean as I go? And why in hell did I insist on asking him up here?! Damn me!" She added now throwing the clothes in her closet and shutting the door, hopefully we won't be in the bedroom anyway, she thought.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Damn there he is." She stopped in front of the mirror over the mantle fixing her hair, and straitening her robes. "Oh Gods here I go"
Knock. Knock. Knock
"I'm coming!" she called as she headed towards the door. She stopped in front of it and took a deep breath before turning the handle. She swung the door open and smiled sweetly as the face of Severus Snape appeared in the doorway.
"Good Evening" he said rather lamely.
"Yes, I hope so." she said without thinking, then blushing three shades darker than her flaming hair she asked him to come inside.
He stepped inside, looking around, the living room wasn't much different than his, although the atmosphere was a lot more cheerful. 'All the staff rooms must be fashioned alike then' he concluded, sitting on the couch.
"So." Halle started trying to think of something to break the silence as she sat next to him on the couch, "You were really a death eater?"
At the mention of his past form of employment, Snape's eyes flashed furiously, "Yes, formally I was a death eater, but I assure you, I engage in no such activities now, Miss Manning. But do tell me" He said with his usual sneer "how good is Lucius Malfoy?"
'Ouch' she closed her eyes for a minute, before continuing. "Severus, please, I didn't mean.I.Damn it Severus, I didn't ask you up here so we could fight. We have been at each other's throats sense I got here. I'm sorry for the death eater thing, I know you aren't one anymore and I wasn't suggesting that you were, I just couldn't help it. You always seem to bring out the worst in me. And Damn you Severus, I NEVER once slept with Lucius Malfoy!" She felt the tears coming and not wanting him to see her cry, she turned her head away from him.
'Oh fuck, what did I do now' Snape looked over at the crying form sitting next to him on the couch. 'Perhaps I was a bit out of line with the Malfoy comment, but she knows just how to irritate me. I know she didn't sleep with him, although, I am one of the few people who know the truth.' Being in the awkward position that he was, Snape could find no other way out then to apologize. "Halle, damn it, don't cry, I can handle you yelling, I've put up with that all summer, but don't cry. I'm sorry; I know you didn't sleep with Malfoy." He shifted on the couch so he was closer to her and silently slipped his arm around her.
Feeling his arm on her shoulders and hearing his unfamiliar but kind words, she turned and laid her head on his chest, tears still streaming down her face. 'Sitting here this way with him, is so familiar, gods I miss the old days'
"Severus," she muttered, her voice slightly muffled from his robes.
"uh hu" he said in response enjoying the feel of her heart beat against his chest.
"Can things ever be the same? You know, like the way they were before we grew up? I miss it so much, just hanging out, not fighting, not yelling, just talking like two normal people. When I got my letter saying I was accepted as the Muggle Studies Teacher, I was thrilled with the idea of seeing you again. And it wasn't until I got here, that I realized how much had changed. You have gotten bitter Severus, and I have gotten older. We can't just be good old school pals making everyone mad because of the house differences. Oh but what would I give if we could! Do you miss it as much as I do?" She asked lifting her head and looking him in the eyes.
"More" He stated simply, looking into her deep blue eyes, red from crying, "Much more than you will ever know." He kissed her. He hadn't meant to, it was just a caught up in the moment kinda thing. But once he did, he couldn't have been happier if Voldemorte had just committed suicide.
Summary: Old friends fight, cry, kiss, and leave a lot unanswered.
Professors Chapter one: A Fight and A Kiss
"Damn it all to hell" Halle muttered as she raced around her living room throwing clothes into a pile to be taken into her room. "Why in Gods name don't I clean as I go? And why in hell did I insist on asking him up here?! Damn me!" She added now throwing the clothes in her closet and shutting the door, hopefully we won't be in the bedroom anyway, she thought.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Damn there he is." She stopped in front of the mirror over the mantle fixing her hair, and straitening her robes. "Oh Gods here I go"
Knock. Knock. Knock
"I'm coming!" she called as she headed towards the door. She stopped in front of it and took a deep breath before turning the handle. She swung the door open and smiled sweetly as the face of Severus Snape appeared in the doorway.
"Good Evening" he said rather lamely.
"Yes, I hope so." she said without thinking, then blushing three shades darker than her flaming hair she asked him to come inside.
He stepped inside, looking around, the living room wasn't much different than his, although the atmosphere was a lot more cheerful. 'All the staff rooms must be fashioned alike then' he concluded, sitting on the couch.
"So." Halle started trying to think of something to break the silence as she sat next to him on the couch, "You were really a death eater?"
At the mention of his past form of employment, Snape's eyes flashed furiously, "Yes, formally I was a death eater, but I assure you, I engage in no such activities now, Miss Manning. But do tell me" He said with his usual sneer "how good is Lucius Malfoy?"
'Ouch' she closed her eyes for a minute, before continuing. "Severus, please, I didn't mean.I.Damn it Severus, I didn't ask you up here so we could fight. We have been at each other's throats sense I got here. I'm sorry for the death eater thing, I know you aren't one anymore and I wasn't suggesting that you were, I just couldn't help it. You always seem to bring out the worst in me. And Damn you Severus, I NEVER once slept with Lucius Malfoy!" She felt the tears coming and not wanting him to see her cry, she turned her head away from him.
'Oh fuck, what did I do now' Snape looked over at the crying form sitting next to him on the couch. 'Perhaps I was a bit out of line with the Malfoy comment, but she knows just how to irritate me. I know she didn't sleep with him, although, I am one of the few people who know the truth.' Being in the awkward position that he was, Snape could find no other way out then to apologize. "Halle, damn it, don't cry, I can handle you yelling, I've put up with that all summer, but don't cry. I'm sorry; I know you didn't sleep with Malfoy." He shifted on the couch so he was closer to her and silently slipped his arm around her.
Feeling his arm on her shoulders and hearing his unfamiliar but kind words, she turned and laid her head on his chest, tears still streaming down her face. 'Sitting here this way with him, is so familiar, gods I miss the old days'
"Severus," she muttered, her voice slightly muffled from his robes.
"uh hu" he said in response enjoying the feel of her heart beat against his chest.
"Can things ever be the same? You know, like the way they were before we grew up? I miss it so much, just hanging out, not fighting, not yelling, just talking like two normal people. When I got my letter saying I was accepted as the Muggle Studies Teacher, I was thrilled with the idea of seeing you again. And it wasn't until I got here, that I realized how much had changed. You have gotten bitter Severus, and I have gotten older. We can't just be good old school pals making everyone mad because of the house differences. Oh but what would I give if we could! Do you miss it as much as I do?" She asked lifting her head and looking him in the eyes.
"More" He stated simply, looking into her deep blue eyes, red from crying, "Much more than you will ever know." He kissed her. He hadn't meant to, it was just a caught up in the moment kinda thing. But once he did, he couldn't have been happier if Voldemorte had just committed suicide.