Disclaimers etc... See part 1
Author's note: Ok... Yes this is short... but hey, there's plot! Wahoo!! I seem to have discovered
two of the most boring classes ever. You know the kinda... required attendance... but not
attention as long as you have an IQ higher than that of a garden plant? Well I've decided to write
fic during those classes... keeps me awake. So I thought I'd post this to let you know that I'm still
alive and I very much WANT to finish this... my time is just being eaten up. Being a theater major
can do that to a person.
Author's note #2: Regarding feedback. I have often been fast and loose with my words and it has
been several chapters since I've actually been specific about it. This is my thing. I definitely enjoy
getting the one liners about how much you like my story. It makes me all warm and fuzzy. My
favorite type of feedback? The kind where you tell me lines that struck you, or things that made
you laugh.. Or cry. Intense reactions. Why? Because, as someone who wants to do this
professionally I like to see how well I'm judging my audience.
Please. No grammar or punctuation quips. I already have someone oiling up the whip for that. :) I
just can't seem to catch them all no matter how many times I read the darned thing. *siigh*
Also. I feel absolutely horrible that I haven't gotten back to more of you about your feedback to
me. God I want to thank EVERYONE who has ever replied. You guys are the best. Thank you
thank you thank you! I'm going to attempt to get some more replies done this weekend. Before
the productions really get going and more of my free time gets eaten. I thank all of you for your
patience.
Part 36
Snape looked at Harry incredulously. "They're having sex?"
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose high enough to dislodge the hat sitting comfortably on his head.
"Severus?"
Ron made a choking, wheezing sort of gasp, Hermione blushed beat red and Draco simply sighed
and said, "I don't know how you did it Potter, but I know that it was your fault."
Harry's eyebrows shot up past his hairline as well. "How I did what?"
Draco threw an accusing look in his direction. "Just because you like to be open and honest about
your sexual adventures doesn't mean that the rest of us are keen on airing our dirty laundry out
for the entire staff to hear."
Another choking sound from Ron, "Dirty laundry?" He asked with an irate yelp.
Hermione seemed to recover from her initial surprise and smacked the red head in the arm, "Hush
Ron, be indignant later and you," she turned to Draco, "calm down. There's no need to add insult
to injury just because you're uncomfortable."
The blonde straightened his shoulders. "I don't insult people because I'm uncomfortable, I do it
because I'm good at it." He announced proudly.
"No," Hermione shot back, "you insult people when you're uncomfortable BECAUSE you're
good at it-"
Before the young Slytherin could respond Harry interrupted with a nod of his head. "Just like
him." The nod was in Snape's general direction. He suddenly found himself facing four sets of
wide eyes, one amused headmaster and one glaring husband.
Husband.
The itching under his skin gave way to the roaring of his ears. Black spots danced before his eyes
and his knees threatened to give way. Then a warm hand settled on his cheek.
"Harry." A low voice rumbled through him. "Take a deep breath. Don't faint here. My back can't
take carrying you all the way back to my chambers."
He learned into the hand and wrapped his arms around the body attached to it. "Nice to know you
cared."
"Hold on." Draco interrupted the moment, "I still want to know why the professor said what he
said."
An exasperated sigh left Snape's lips. "I was merely repeating what Mr. Potter said, Mr. Malfoy."
"Said?" Hermione asked.
"He didn't say anything." Draco confirmed.
Harry watched Snape's eyes widen in realization and then close in resignation.
"What?" He asked.
Snape shook his head silently and touched their foreheads together for a moment before replying.
"My life is careening out of control at an alarming pace."
"What?" He asked again.
"Your verbal skills astound me as always. Attempt to tell me something, without speaking."
Harry fixed his eyes on Snape's and THOUGHT at him
/I think I could love you/
The black eyes widened again. The message was obviously received. "That was the most
singularly ridiculous thing I have ever had the displeasure of not hearing."
Hermione who had obviously been following the conversation, spoke up, "I take it this a new
development."
Draco spoke up before either of them could answer. "I thought that would have been obvious."
"Draco," Hermione chastised, "keep your snark to yourself or you're sleeping alone tonight."
"Hermione!" Ron's third indignant yelp for the day.
"Oh hush, its not like it's a secret anymore."
"Mr. Weasley," McGonagall said, "it's a bit late to be a prude."
Ron sputtered. "I'm not a prude," he began, arms waving, "its just that you're - you're teachers."
"And the moment we begin to work here as professors we lose all of our previous knowledge
regarding sex?" Snape obviously took great pleasure in making Ron flinch at his choice of words.
"But you always stalk the hallways ruining everyone's fun." Ron argued.
"But we don't actually enter the dormitories do we?" Snape continued on.
"No..."
"Oh." Hermione gasped. "They don't care what we're doing, as long we're not stupid enough to
get caught."
"I wouldn't go so far as to say we don't care," Dumbledore explained, "but in most cases, yes, we
overlook youthful indiscretions. But do not, for a moment think we don't know what's going on."
"But then why..."
"Did you manage to finally surprise your headmaster?" Dumbledore finished the question for Ron.
The red head nodded silently.
"There was no malice." Dumbledore explained. "Malice would have brought it to our attention
immediately"
"Oh." Harry thought it was nice to see that he wasn't the only one suffering from vocabulary
deficiency.
"Now I trust you three won't share that information" McGonagall chided.
Draco let out a slick smile. "As long as you don't mind if you use it to our advantage."
"I expected no less." Snape said. "It always amazes me how many students don't think to go to
their hiding places before curfew... at least that way if they get caught it will be worth it."
As the conversation had gone on, Harry had become increasingly aware of the long lean body that
was supporting him. Sending a low warmth through him. The heartbeat next to his and the gentle
movement of a chest as it took in air and expelled it again. "Um sir?"
"Yes Mr. Potter?"
"I think we should go."
Eyes locked with his and studied him for a moment, then he nodded. "Yes. Albus I believe we will
use your floo."
"Of course my boy. I will checking on both of you in a few hours and Severus," The headmaster
shot Snape a meaningful look, "I shall attempt to curb my horrible manners.
Harry was sure that the last sentence was some sort of jibe aimed at Snape. One look at the glare
that was being sent in the Headmaster's direction was all the confirmation he needed. A moment
later Snape spoke again, "Come along, there's no point in prolonging this."
They stepped up to the flames and with a flare that only Snape had, white powder was flung in the
general direction of the hearth and a low mumble was heard,"Professor Snape's study" were the
words he heard leave Snape's mouth and then a sharp tug as he was pulled into the fire.
* * *
Albus Dumbledore surveyed the room before him. The remnants of the most unusual wedding
were strewn about like litter, each person looking a bit more battered than the last.
He cleared his throat. "Now children. Go and enjoy the rest of your vacation. You've earned it.
Draco. I believe we have an appointment the day after tomorrow. Is that still good for you?"
The young man threw him a significant look and then nodded solemnly.
"Go then and rest up."
After the students left, he turned to Minerva. "You seem to be taking this better than yesterday."
She considered his statement carefully. "Yesterday I had not had a very important conversation."
"Ah. And what did Severus have to say?"
"It's not so much what he said, though that helped, but what he didn't say that convinced me."
Leaning forward a bit. "And what didn't he say?"
An exasperated sigh. "Albus you know the answer to that as well as I do"
He added a bit of mischief to his expression. "Humor me."
She smiled just a bit. "I've been doing that my entire life, why should I stop now?"
"Well?" He pressed on. Not giving an inch.
She just shook her head in amusement. "He didn't tell me to shut up. He just let me berate him
into slipping up."
"I see what you mean. Hardly our Severus at all."
Minerva looked at him again and in an exasperated voice she continued. "Its no use talking to you
when you're in this mood."
"What mood is that?" Innocent as ever.
"Insufferably proud of yourself."
"But you love me anyway." He quipped letting a slightly more serious tone through.
She dismissed it with a wave of her hand, as if it were some unimportant fact."I blame that on the
irrational women in me." Her face was softening, letting some more warmth through.
"Minerva you are anything but irrational."
She stood up, walked around the desk and placed a quick but meaningful kiss on his lips. "As if
you're one to judge."
He chose to give her an enigmatic smile in response.
Minvera headed towards the door. "I have some work to finish. I still haven't given the ministry
the VERY detailed report that they're demanding."
"Don't have too much fun." He called after her.
"It will be an effort, but I'll try."
"I'll see you tonight."
She simply nodded and left.
Albus took a few moments to enjoy the silence in the room before turning to the far corner of his
office. He lifted his wand and carefully undid the obscurus spell to reveal a silent unmoving Sirius
Black.
He leaned forward, taking a serious tone. "I'm going to remove the charm on your mouth my boy
and then we are going to have a nice little chat."
TBC... Um... as I asked above.. Please feed the author. Thank you.
Author's note: Ok... Yes this is short... but hey, there's plot! Wahoo!! I seem to have discovered
two of the most boring classes ever. You know the kinda... required attendance... but not
attention as long as you have an IQ higher than that of a garden plant? Well I've decided to write
fic during those classes... keeps me awake. So I thought I'd post this to let you know that I'm still
alive and I very much WANT to finish this... my time is just being eaten up. Being a theater major
can do that to a person.
Author's note #2: Regarding feedback. I have often been fast and loose with my words and it has
been several chapters since I've actually been specific about it. This is my thing. I definitely enjoy
getting the one liners about how much you like my story. It makes me all warm and fuzzy. My
favorite type of feedback? The kind where you tell me lines that struck you, or things that made
you laugh.. Or cry. Intense reactions. Why? Because, as someone who wants to do this
professionally I like to see how well I'm judging my audience.
Please. No grammar or punctuation quips. I already have someone oiling up the whip for that. :) I
just can't seem to catch them all no matter how many times I read the darned thing. *siigh*
Also. I feel absolutely horrible that I haven't gotten back to more of you about your feedback to
me. God I want to thank EVERYONE who has ever replied. You guys are the best. Thank you
thank you thank you! I'm going to attempt to get some more replies done this weekend. Before
the productions really get going and more of my free time gets eaten. I thank all of you for your
patience.
Part 36
Snape looked at Harry incredulously. "They're having sex?"
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose high enough to dislodge the hat sitting comfortably on his head.
"Severus?"
Ron made a choking, wheezing sort of gasp, Hermione blushed beat red and Draco simply sighed
and said, "I don't know how you did it Potter, but I know that it was your fault."
Harry's eyebrows shot up past his hairline as well. "How I did what?"
Draco threw an accusing look in his direction. "Just because you like to be open and honest about
your sexual adventures doesn't mean that the rest of us are keen on airing our dirty laundry out
for the entire staff to hear."
Another choking sound from Ron, "Dirty laundry?" He asked with an irate yelp.
Hermione seemed to recover from her initial surprise and smacked the red head in the arm, "Hush
Ron, be indignant later and you," she turned to Draco, "calm down. There's no need to add insult
to injury just because you're uncomfortable."
The blonde straightened his shoulders. "I don't insult people because I'm uncomfortable, I do it
because I'm good at it." He announced proudly.
"No," Hermione shot back, "you insult people when you're uncomfortable BECAUSE you're
good at it-"
Before the young Slytherin could respond Harry interrupted with a nod of his head. "Just like
him." The nod was in Snape's general direction. He suddenly found himself facing four sets of
wide eyes, one amused headmaster and one glaring husband.
Husband.
The itching under his skin gave way to the roaring of his ears. Black spots danced before his eyes
and his knees threatened to give way. Then a warm hand settled on his cheek.
"Harry." A low voice rumbled through him. "Take a deep breath. Don't faint here. My back can't
take carrying you all the way back to my chambers."
He learned into the hand and wrapped his arms around the body attached to it. "Nice to know you
cared."
"Hold on." Draco interrupted the moment, "I still want to know why the professor said what he
said."
An exasperated sigh left Snape's lips. "I was merely repeating what Mr. Potter said, Mr. Malfoy."
"Said?" Hermione asked.
"He didn't say anything." Draco confirmed.
Harry watched Snape's eyes widen in realization and then close in resignation.
"What?" He asked.
Snape shook his head silently and touched their foreheads together for a moment before replying.
"My life is careening out of control at an alarming pace."
"What?" He asked again.
"Your verbal skills astound me as always. Attempt to tell me something, without speaking."
Harry fixed his eyes on Snape's and THOUGHT at him
/I think I could love you/
The black eyes widened again. The message was obviously received. "That was the most
singularly ridiculous thing I have ever had the displeasure of not hearing."
Hermione who had obviously been following the conversation, spoke up, "I take it this a new
development."
Draco spoke up before either of them could answer. "I thought that would have been obvious."
"Draco," Hermione chastised, "keep your snark to yourself or you're sleeping alone tonight."
"Hermione!" Ron's third indignant yelp for the day.
"Oh hush, its not like it's a secret anymore."
"Mr. Weasley," McGonagall said, "it's a bit late to be a prude."
Ron sputtered. "I'm not a prude," he began, arms waving, "its just that you're - you're teachers."
"And the moment we begin to work here as professors we lose all of our previous knowledge
regarding sex?" Snape obviously took great pleasure in making Ron flinch at his choice of words.
"But you always stalk the hallways ruining everyone's fun." Ron argued.
"But we don't actually enter the dormitories do we?" Snape continued on.
"No..."
"Oh." Hermione gasped. "They don't care what we're doing, as long we're not stupid enough to
get caught."
"I wouldn't go so far as to say we don't care," Dumbledore explained, "but in most cases, yes, we
overlook youthful indiscretions. But do not, for a moment think we don't know what's going on."
"But then why..."
"Did you manage to finally surprise your headmaster?" Dumbledore finished the question for Ron.
The red head nodded silently.
"There was no malice." Dumbledore explained. "Malice would have brought it to our attention
immediately"
"Oh." Harry thought it was nice to see that he wasn't the only one suffering from vocabulary
deficiency.
"Now I trust you three won't share that information" McGonagall chided.
Draco let out a slick smile. "As long as you don't mind if you use it to our advantage."
"I expected no less." Snape said. "It always amazes me how many students don't think to go to
their hiding places before curfew... at least that way if they get caught it will be worth it."
As the conversation had gone on, Harry had become increasingly aware of the long lean body that
was supporting him. Sending a low warmth through him. The heartbeat next to his and the gentle
movement of a chest as it took in air and expelled it again. "Um sir?"
"Yes Mr. Potter?"
"I think we should go."
Eyes locked with his and studied him for a moment, then he nodded. "Yes. Albus I believe we will
use your floo."
"Of course my boy. I will checking on both of you in a few hours and Severus," The headmaster
shot Snape a meaningful look, "I shall attempt to curb my horrible manners.
Harry was sure that the last sentence was some sort of jibe aimed at Snape. One look at the glare
that was being sent in the Headmaster's direction was all the confirmation he needed. A moment
later Snape spoke again, "Come along, there's no point in prolonging this."
They stepped up to the flames and with a flare that only Snape had, white powder was flung in the
general direction of the hearth and a low mumble was heard,"Professor Snape's study" were the
words he heard leave Snape's mouth and then a sharp tug as he was pulled into the fire.
* * *
Albus Dumbledore surveyed the room before him. The remnants of the most unusual wedding
were strewn about like litter, each person looking a bit more battered than the last.
He cleared his throat. "Now children. Go and enjoy the rest of your vacation. You've earned it.
Draco. I believe we have an appointment the day after tomorrow. Is that still good for you?"
The young man threw him a significant look and then nodded solemnly.
"Go then and rest up."
After the students left, he turned to Minerva. "You seem to be taking this better than yesterday."
She considered his statement carefully. "Yesterday I had not had a very important conversation."
"Ah. And what did Severus have to say?"
"It's not so much what he said, though that helped, but what he didn't say that convinced me."
Leaning forward a bit. "And what didn't he say?"
An exasperated sigh. "Albus you know the answer to that as well as I do"
He added a bit of mischief to his expression. "Humor me."
She smiled just a bit. "I've been doing that my entire life, why should I stop now?"
"Well?" He pressed on. Not giving an inch.
She just shook her head in amusement. "He didn't tell me to shut up. He just let me berate him
into slipping up."
"I see what you mean. Hardly our Severus at all."
Minerva looked at him again and in an exasperated voice she continued. "Its no use talking to you
when you're in this mood."
"What mood is that?" Innocent as ever.
"Insufferably proud of yourself."
"But you love me anyway." He quipped letting a slightly more serious tone through.
She dismissed it with a wave of her hand, as if it were some unimportant fact."I blame that on the
irrational women in me." Her face was softening, letting some more warmth through.
"Minerva you are anything but irrational."
She stood up, walked around the desk and placed a quick but meaningful kiss on his lips. "As if
you're one to judge."
He chose to give her an enigmatic smile in response.
Minvera headed towards the door. "I have some work to finish. I still haven't given the ministry
the VERY detailed report that they're demanding."
"Don't have too much fun." He called after her.
"It will be an effort, but I'll try."
"I'll see you tonight."
She simply nodded and left.
Albus took a few moments to enjoy the silence in the room before turning to the far corner of his
office. He lifted his wand and carefully undid the obscurus spell to reveal a silent unmoving Sirius
Black.
He leaned forward, taking a serious tone. "I'm going to remove the charm on your mouth my boy
and then we are going to have a nice little chat."
TBC... Um... as I asked above.. Please feed the author. Thank you.
