The uninitiated found it quite a shock, normally- but Albus Dumbledore
really had always known. He had been the boy's teacher, after all.
Severus Snape was shaych.
Black hated him- social butterflies that they both were- Black openly, with the girls (and occasionally with the girls' boyfriends), and Severus behind the cover of night, mostly with the unattached males of the Ravenclaw house. Although in his sixth year, he had been forced to go elsewhere or suffer boredom. Which is where Black had come in. Poor Black. Why would a social butterfly stop for _him?_ Why indeed.
Teaching the poor boys, it had been incredibly obvious.
Also fairly amusing, when they had been caught. Trying to pretend that you had been fighting when one was missing his shirt and the other his pants- ah, Severus, that was truly the thing that convinced me you could fool Voldemort.
Angst, too, played a history in his choice of company. Obviously- the teenage years are amazingly full of it.
Dumbledore had been hard put to keep from laughing when, after his all- night confession, the man had stared blearily through his tears at the sun blinking over the trees, and added, "I'm also gay." Faced with that admission, the rest seeming inconsequential, Dumbledore was then treated to a confession of seven years of detailed "encounters."
Although the affair with Remus Lupin, the breakup, and the subsequent announcement of said Lupin's actual genus had caught him by surprise in its suddenness.
All in all, the man's very character seemed to inspire angst.
But the man would _never_ shag a student.
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Hope you enjoyed it. I just got rather extremely exasperated with all the SS/HP stories that got dragged up when I searched on the word "Erised." I just don't understand the compulsion.
Severus Snape was shaych.
Black hated him- social butterflies that they both were- Black openly, with the girls (and occasionally with the girls' boyfriends), and Severus behind the cover of night, mostly with the unattached males of the Ravenclaw house. Although in his sixth year, he had been forced to go elsewhere or suffer boredom. Which is where Black had come in. Poor Black. Why would a social butterfly stop for _him?_ Why indeed.
Teaching the poor boys, it had been incredibly obvious.
Also fairly amusing, when they had been caught. Trying to pretend that you had been fighting when one was missing his shirt and the other his pants- ah, Severus, that was truly the thing that convinced me you could fool Voldemort.
Angst, too, played a history in his choice of company. Obviously- the teenage years are amazingly full of it.
Dumbledore had been hard put to keep from laughing when, after his all- night confession, the man had stared blearily through his tears at the sun blinking over the trees, and added, "I'm also gay." Faced with that admission, the rest seeming inconsequential, Dumbledore was then treated to a confession of seven years of detailed "encounters."
Although the affair with Remus Lupin, the breakup, and the subsequent announcement of said Lupin's actual genus had caught him by surprise in its suddenness.
All in all, the man's very character seemed to inspire angst.
But the man would _never_ shag a student.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hope you enjoyed it. I just got rather extremely exasperated with all the SS/HP stories that got dragged up when I searched on the word "Erised." I just don't understand the compulsion.
