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oblige!
A/N: We were a little discouraged at the lack of reviews, but we shall prevail!
Saturday morning shone bright; rays of sunshine breaking through the winter clouds to fall
scattered on the floor of the fifth year Gryffindor boy's dorm.
This weekend did not find a majority of the students sleeping in; however, it being a Hogsmede
day. The only person still asleep in Gryffindor tower, as a matter of fact, was one Jordan Snape.
"J! Man! Wake up!" R2W burst through the closed door, tugging the curtains back from the four
post bed. Jordan was making incoherent sounds in his sleep; something that R2W was finding it
hard not to laugh at. "J, seriously. Get up." He gave the bed a hearty kick, somewhat rousing
Jordan from his slumber.
"Do you mind." He mumbled, eyes still closed. "We were in the middle of snogging."
"Oh?" R2W snorted, folding his arms across his chest. "Who's snogging who?"
Jordan, finally opening his eyes, stared up in bewilderment at his friend.
"What are you talking about?" He grumbled, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Were you dreaming about snogging?"
"I-I think I was..." Jordan scratched his head in thought while moving into a standing position.
R2W doubled over in laughter.
"Who was it?"
Jordan ignored him.
"I really need to talk to her."
"Who?" R2W was quickly becoming confused.
"I need to tell her everything." Jordan was now moving about the room, changing his clothes and
brushing his hair.
"You do?"
"Yes." He called back to R2W in reply from the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth.
"Tell who what?" Jordan finally seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in.
"Haven't you been paying attention?"
"Um..."
"I'm just going to walk in there and...and...and..." He began pacing fervently, eyebrows furrowed
in thought, tugging at his robes nervously.
"And?" R2W prompted, curious as to what his friend was rambling on about. Jordan stopped
abruptly, straitening out and donning a silly smirk.
"And kiss her." He nodded, as if assuring himself. Without another word, he turned away from
R2W and made a beeline for the wall separating the girls and boys dorms. "OOF!" He exclaimed
in pain, bouncing back from the wall and landing unceremoniously on the floor. R2W rushed
forward.
"What in all bloody hell were you trying to do?" He snapped, helping Jordan to stand back up;
only to keep the wobbling figure from falling again.
"Point me in the right directions." Jordan's head was spinning.
"Directions?" The confused redhead raised his eyebrows. "Um, ok." Flinging open the door, he
gave Jordan a hearty shove.
"OW!" Beth exclaimed from beneath Jordan, who had fallen on top of her when R2W had
pushed him into her. "Jeez, R2W. You have terrible aim!"
"Wow R2W, you have wonderful aim!" Jordan exclaimed at the same time, smiling down at the
figure beneath him; though at the moment he was seeing not one Beth, but three. "Beth, Beth
and...Beth!" He said, counting the many figures. Beth stared at him in confusion. Looking to
R2W for help, all she was receive was a hearty shrug and a signal that Jordan was going crazy.
"Three heads make you all the more beautiful!"
Beth blushed furiously, wiggling out from beneath her delusional friend. When she was standing,
she helped Jordan up.
"J?" R2W cocked his head to the side, watching his friend wobble from side to side. "Are you al-
Are you...you?!"
"I can't kiss you if you keep spinning." Jordan grinned, staring at a point 3 feet to the side of
where Beth was actually standing.
"He walked into a wall...really hard...Yeah." R2W tried to explain to a flustered female Potter.
"Why on Earth would he walk into a wall? He knows where the door is." Beth questioned,
moving to stand beside R2W, who shrugged in response.
"Maybe it's heredity?" (A/N: Just as a hint, in case you don't remember, Snape walking into walls
in Damsel in Distress. *giggle*) Jordan chose that moment to sit back on the floor.
"Give me a moment to collect myself please." He mumbled, finally aware of just how much pain
he was in.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Beth inquired, kneeling beside him and resting a gentle hand on
his shoulder.
"Yes." He whispered in response. Looking up into her eyes, he took hold of her hand. "Now that
you're hear."
"Crikey." R2W rolled his eyes, turning away from the scene unfolding before him. "This is
making me sick!"
"Jordan, you're... you've really been acting weird lately..." She trailed off in uncertainty.
"You know, it's not easy falling in love with a girl like you. You make me do the silliest things."
Beth wasn't sure if she wanted to smile or frown. As she was about to say something, the door
swung open.
"Father?" Jordan stood quickly, brushing the dirt off his clothing. R2W and Beth moved to stand
protectively beside him.
"Miss Potter." Severus smirked. "Surely you realize you are in the boys dormitory. Unless you
are doubting your gender - in which case, maybe you should have a talk with someone - I
suggest you leave. Now."
"No sir...I mean, yes sir!" She stumbled over her words, edging along the wall and towards the
door. One last desperate look at Jordan and she was gone.
"Jordan." Severus turned back to his son. "I wish to have a word with you."
"Really?" He asked quietly, staring out the open doorway to where Beth was sitting quietly in one
of the plush chairs. R2W looked back and forth between father and son, wondering what to do.
Sensing his Professor's sour mood, he punched Jordan in the arm, bringing him back into the
present.
"Ow!" Jordan rubbed his arm, frowning at his father. "Can this wait?"
"Do you have something more important to do?" Severus huffed, temper rising.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Jordan ground out, brushing past Severus. However, before he was
out the door, he felt a gentle, yet insistent hand grab hold of his arm, effectively stopping him.
Turning on his heel, Jordan glared defiantly at his father. Severus matched his son's glare,
refusing to release his steady grip. When Jordan adopted his pissy 'Why the fuck are you
touching me?' look, Severus' face softened.
"Please?" Severus breathed out in desperation. R2W, who had been fidgeting nervously, glanced
up in shock at what he just heard.
"It'll be a moment." Jordan conceded at last. "I'll meet you in your office." Severus nodded,
releasing his hold. Jordan rushed off, not looking back.
Severus sighed, turning to look at R2W; who was rocking back and forth with his hands over his
ears and eyes closed; mumbling incoherently. Arcing a brow, Severus chuckled lightly, sweeping
regally out of the room.
Rushing quickly to his office, he ignored Albus' attempts at conversation when he happened upon
the old man standing in the main foyer.
~*~
Back in the Gryffindor Common Room, Jordan was standing in a darkened corner of the room,
staring at an unknowing Beth. Taking a deep breath, he stepped away from the shadows.
"Jordan?" Beth questioned upon noticing his approaching figure. He said nothing, moving swiftly
to stand in front of her. "J?"
He took another deep breath, earning a confused look from Beth. Leaning forward quickly, he
captured her lips within his; a shy, hesitant kiss that spoke volumes. Pulling away slowly, he
blushed furiously. Glancing over her shoulder, Jordan saw Harry glaring daggers at him.
Embarrassed by the fact that his mother's best friend had just caught him kissing his daughter,
Jordan ran from the room.
Falling into the seat behind her, Beth fingered her swollen lips.
"I DID NOT JUST SEE THAT!" R2W shouted, covering his face. Beth sat silently, unaware of
her father's presence.
"Elisabeth Virginia Potter." Harry stated calmly, though by the fierce fire in his eyes, anyone who
looked at him dared not move for fear of being hexed.
"Daddy!" Beth spun around in her seat.
"Do NOT tell me that I just witnessed my FIFTEEN year old daughter being KISSED. By a boy.
By a SNAPE!!!"
"Daddy, calm down." Beth soothed, walking over to her father. "You're being irrational."
"Me? Irrational?" He cried out in hysterics.
"Admit it, Daddy. Being a Snape has nothing to do with it." Beth smirked.
"It has everything to do with it!"
"Your quarrel is with Professor Snape. Not Hermione, not Taryn and definitely not Jordan." Beth
frowned, fighting back tears. "I would have thought you'd be over that grudge after what
happened 16 years ago..."
"But..."
"Dad." Beth cut off, walking towards the portrait hole. "Grow up." She snapped, rushing from the
tower.
"She's right, Professor." R2W said from behind The Man Who Lived. Harry turned to glare at his
best friend's son. "Eep!" R2W turned away, running out of the tower in search of his friends.
"Isn't she always." Harry sighed heavily, ignoring the curious glances from onlookers.
~*~
oblige!
A/N: We were a little discouraged at the lack of reviews, but we shall prevail!
Saturday morning shone bright; rays of sunshine breaking through the winter clouds to fall
scattered on the floor of the fifth year Gryffindor boy's dorm.
This weekend did not find a majority of the students sleeping in; however, it being a Hogsmede
day. The only person still asleep in Gryffindor tower, as a matter of fact, was one Jordan Snape.
"J! Man! Wake up!" R2W burst through the closed door, tugging the curtains back from the four
post bed. Jordan was making incoherent sounds in his sleep; something that R2W was finding it
hard not to laugh at. "J, seriously. Get up." He gave the bed a hearty kick, somewhat rousing
Jordan from his slumber.
"Do you mind." He mumbled, eyes still closed. "We were in the middle of snogging."
"Oh?" R2W snorted, folding his arms across his chest. "Who's snogging who?"
Jordan, finally opening his eyes, stared up in bewilderment at his friend.
"What are you talking about?" He grumbled, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Were you dreaming about snogging?"
"I-I think I was..." Jordan scratched his head in thought while moving into a standing position.
R2W doubled over in laughter.
"Who was it?"
Jordan ignored him.
"I really need to talk to her."
"Who?" R2W was quickly becoming confused.
"I need to tell her everything." Jordan was now moving about the room, changing his clothes and
brushing his hair.
"You do?"
"Yes." He called back to R2W in reply from the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth.
"Tell who what?" Jordan finally seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in.
"Haven't you been paying attention?"
"Um..."
"I'm just going to walk in there and...and...and..." He began pacing fervently, eyebrows furrowed
in thought, tugging at his robes nervously.
"And?" R2W prompted, curious as to what his friend was rambling on about. Jordan stopped
abruptly, straitening out and donning a silly smirk.
"And kiss her." He nodded, as if assuring himself. Without another word, he turned away from
R2W and made a beeline for the wall separating the girls and boys dorms. "OOF!" He exclaimed
in pain, bouncing back from the wall and landing unceremoniously on the floor. R2W rushed
forward.
"What in all bloody hell were you trying to do?" He snapped, helping Jordan to stand back up;
only to keep the wobbling figure from falling again.
"Point me in the right directions." Jordan's head was spinning.
"Directions?" The confused redhead raised his eyebrows. "Um, ok." Flinging open the door, he
gave Jordan a hearty shove.
"OW!" Beth exclaimed from beneath Jordan, who had fallen on top of her when R2W had
pushed him into her. "Jeez, R2W. You have terrible aim!"
"Wow R2W, you have wonderful aim!" Jordan exclaimed at the same time, smiling down at the
figure beneath him; though at the moment he was seeing not one Beth, but three. "Beth, Beth
and...Beth!" He said, counting the many figures. Beth stared at him in confusion. Looking to
R2W for help, all she was receive was a hearty shrug and a signal that Jordan was going crazy.
"Three heads make you all the more beautiful!"
Beth blushed furiously, wiggling out from beneath her delusional friend. When she was standing,
she helped Jordan up.
"J?" R2W cocked his head to the side, watching his friend wobble from side to side. "Are you al-
Are you...you?!"
"I can't kiss you if you keep spinning." Jordan grinned, staring at a point 3 feet to the side of
where Beth was actually standing.
"He walked into a wall...really hard...Yeah." R2W tried to explain to a flustered female Potter.
"Why on Earth would he walk into a wall? He knows where the door is." Beth questioned,
moving to stand beside R2W, who shrugged in response.
"Maybe it's heredity?" (A/N: Just as a hint, in case you don't remember, Snape walking into walls
in Damsel in Distress. *giggle*) Jordan chose that moment to sit back on the floor.
"Give me a moment to collect myself please." He mumbled, finally aware of just how much pain
he was in.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Beth inquired, kneeling beside him and resting a gentle hand on
his shoulder.
"Yes." He whispered in response. Looking up into her eyes, he took hold of her hand. "Now that
you're hear."
"Crikey." R2W rolled his eyes, turning away from the scene unfolding before him. "This is
making me sick!"
"Jordan, you're... you've really been acting weird lately..." She trailed off in uncertainty.
"You know, it's not easy falling in love with a girl like you. You make me do the silliest things."
Beth wasn't sure if she wanted to smile or frown. As she was about to say something, the door
swung open.
"Father?" Jordan stood quickly, brushing the dirt off his clothing. R2W and Beth moved to stand
protectively beside him.
"Miss Potter." Severus smirked. "Surely you realize you are in the boys dormitory. Unless you
are doubting your gender - in which case, maybe you should have a talk with someone - I
suggest you leave. Now."
"No sir...I mean, yes sir!" She stumbled over her words, edging along the wall and towards the
door. One last desperate look at Jordan and she was gone.
"Jordan." Severus turned back to his son. "I wish to have a word with you."
"Really?" He asked quietly, staring out the open doorway to where Beth was sitting quietly in one
of the plush chairs. R2W looked back and forth between father and son, wondering what to do.
Sensing his Professor's sour mood, he punched Jordan in the arm, bringing him back into the
present.
"Ow!" Jordan rubbed his arm, frowning at his father. "Can this wait?"
"Do you have something more important to do?" Severus huffed, temper rising.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Jordan ground out, brushing past Severus. However, before he was
out the door, he felt a gentle, yet insistent hand grab hold of his arm, effectively stopping him.
Turning on his heel, Jordan glared defiantly at his father. Severus matched his son's glare,
refusing to release his steady grip. When Jordan adopted his pissy 'Why the fuck are you
touching me?' look, Severus' face softened.
"Please?" Severus breathed out in desperation. R2W, who had been fidgeting nervously, glanced
up in shock at what he just heard.
"It'll be a moment." Jordan conceded at last. "I'll meet you in your office." Severus nodded,
releasing his hold. Jordan rushed off, not looking back.
Severus sighed, turning to look at R2W; who was rocking back and forth with his hands over his
ears and eyes closed; mumbling incoherently. Arcing a brow, Severus chuckled lightly, sweeping
regally out of the room.
Rushing quickly to his office, he ignored Albus' attempts at conversation when he happened upon
the old man standing in the main foyer.
~*~
Back in the Gryffindor Common Room, Jordan was standing in a darkened corner of the room,
staring at an unknowing Beth. Taking a deep breath, he stepped away from the shadows.
"Jordan?" Beth questioned upon noticing his approaching figure. He said nothing, moving swiftly
to stand in front of her. "J?"
He took another deep breath, earning a confused look from Beth. Leaning forward quickly, he
captured her lips within his; a shy, hesitant kiss that spoke volumes. Pulling away slowly, he
blushed furiously. Glancing over her shoulder, Jordan saw Harry glaring daggers at him.
Embarrassed by the fact that his mother's best friend had just caught him kissing his daughter,
Jordan ran from the room.
Falling into the seat behind her, Beth fingered her swollen lips.
"I DID NOT JUST SEE THAT!" R2W shouted, covering his face. Beth sat silently, unaware of
her father's presence.
"Elisabeth Virginia Potter." Harry stated calmly, though by the fierce fire in his eyes, anyone who
looked at him dared not move for fear of being hexed.
"Daddy!" Beth spun around in her seat.
"Do NOT tell me that I just witnessed my FIFTEEN year old daughter being KISSED. By a boy.
By a SNAPE!!!"
"Daddy, calm down." Beth soothed, walking over to her father. "You're being irrational."
"Me? Irrational?" He cried out in hysterics.
"Admit it, Daddy. Being a Snape has nothing to do with it." Beth smirked.
"It has everything to do with it!"
"Your quarrel is with Professor Snape. Not Hermione, not Taryn and definitely not Jordan." Beth
frowned, fighting back tears. "I would have thought you'd be over that grudge after what
happened 16 years ago..."
"But..."
"Dad." Beth cut off, walking towards the portrait hole. "Grow up." She snapped, rushing from the
tower.
"She's right, Professor." R2W said from behind The Man Who Lived. Harry turned to glare at his
best friend's son. "Eep!" R2W turned away, running out of the tower in search of his friends.
"Isn't she always." Harry sighed heavily, ignoring the curious glances from onlookers.
~*~