Chapter Three: Divine Discontent
.:::a few days later:::.
Severus looked around the room, which up until now had been his office. He'd replaced his desk (slightly messy) with a decent bed, and left the lamp on the tile floor next to it. He'd moved the spare robes wardrobe from the staff room inside and sent a friend to the Malfoy mansion to retrieve Narcissa's choice clothing (Lucius was at the Ministry working and Draco was prowling Knockturn Alley with friends) to fill it. It wasn't much, sure, but he hoped for once his friend would forget the rich lifestyle she was used to.
She entered behind him. "Well." "Well." He replied shortly, praying. "It's nice. It'll do fine." She smiled. He breathed at last. "Good.erm, you know if you need me.next door." She nodded. "Okay then." She walked over to the bed. "Oh, uh, guess I'll see you in the morning, then, Severus. This is very kind of you." As he walked out she turned off his lamp and sighed in the darkness. This was so simple, perfect.
The next morning she rose early and put on a short purple velvet dress she'd worn to the Yule Ball in her fourth year (it used to be long) but could miraculously still fit into. She slid into her favorite red heels and slung her leopard-skin purse over her shoulder. Tacky, yes, but it made a statement at least. She figured on old instinct that most of the students would die to see such a vivid fox on Sevvie's shoulder.
She strode into the common room and was surprised to find him seated before the fire, awake also. He heard her footsteps on the soft carpet and turned. She savored the look in his black eyes, burning at the edges with the pitching rhythm of the fire. He suggested they hurry to breakfast with wavering tongue.
And what a statement she made! Mainly because it was odd to see Professor Snape with any woman. As she proceeded to the Great Hall, she read his mind and looked around for her son. There he was, enjoying himself with a box of Filibuster's on the table, surrounded by much uglier friends. She tried to hide behind Severus but very sadly she couldn't be missed. He looked up and nearly seemed happy. "Mum?" He said. "Mum!" Now he yelled loudly, and a Gryffindor with red hair commented something about Draco yelling for his mummy. She's get revenge on that one. She looked him over-must be a Weasley-she thought to herself, and Severus looked right at him. The redhead's face wore a new expression, and he whispered hurriedly to a dirty blond girl with coarse, crimped hair next to him.
Perhaps this wouldn't be such bliss as she'd thought.
.:::a few days later:::.
Severus looked around the room, which up until now had been his office. He'd replaced his desk (slightly messy) with a decent bed, and left the lamp on the tile floor next to it. He'd moved the spare robes wardrobe from the staff room inside and sent a friend to the Malfoy mansion to retrieve Narcissa's choice clothing (Lucius was at the Ministry working and Draco was prowling Knockturn Alley with friends) to fill it. It wasn't much, sure, but he hoped for once his friend would forget the rich lifestyle she was used to.
She entered behind him. "Well." "Well." He replied shortly, praying. "It's nice. It'll do fine." She smiled. He breathed at last. "Good.erm, you know if you need me.next door." She nodded. "Okay then." She walked over to the bed. "Oh, uh, guess I'll see you in the morning, then, Severus. This is very kind of you." As he walked out she turned off his lamp and sighed in the darkness. This was so simple, perfect.
The next morning she rose early and put on a short purple velvet dress she'd worn to the Yule Ball in her fourth year (it used to be long) but could miraculously still fit into. She slid into her favorite red heels and slung her leopard-skin purse over her shoulder. Tacky, yes, but it made a statement at least. She figured on old instinct that most of the students would die to see such a vivid fox on Sevvie's shoulder.
She strode into the common room and was surprised to find him seated before the fire, awake also. He heard her footsteps on the soft carpet and turned. She savored the look in his black eyes, burning at the edges with the pitching rhythm of the fire. He suggested they hurry to breakfast with wavering tongue.
And what a statement she made! Mainly because it was odd to see Professor Snape with any woman. As she proceeded to the Great Hall, she read his mind and looked around for her son. There he was, enjoying himself with a box of Filibuster's on the table, surrounded by much uglier friends. She tried to hide behind Severus but very sadly she couldn't be missed. He looked up and nearly seemed happy. "Mum?" He said. "Mum!" Now he yelled loudly, and a Gryffindor with red hair commented something about Draco yelling for his mummy. She's get revenge on that one. She looked him over-must be a Weasley-she thought to herself, and Severus looked right at him. The redhead's face wore a new expression, and he whispered hurriedly to a dirty blond girl with coarse, crimped hair next to him.
Perhaps this wouldn't be such bliss as she'd thought.