So, about my other Potterverse dream…for some reason, I had to stay overnight in Snape's apartment (not that kind of overnight, you sick freaks!). He's apartment was very small but tastefully decorated in a modern-pan-Asian sort of way. I think he might have had an older girlfriend with red hair…Minerva, maybe? I never really remember my dreams. At any rate, this chapter is too short. Sorry, it's all I could crank out.
When I walked into my apartment tonight, Minerva was already there.
"Welcome back, Severus." She gave me a kiss. "I redecorated. Hope you like it." She had. She's repainted the walls to be a really lovely, metallic shade of Slytherin green, she's put new sheets on my bed, she's even dusted.
"Thank you, Minerva. It looks great." I didn't change my facial expression, unfortunately.
"You don't like it?"
"No, no, I love it, it's just….you kind of have to trust me on that. You have no idea how much I appreciate it." She reached out and touched my cheek.
"You look good, Severus."
"Yeah, apparently I do. That's what they've been telling me."
"You do, though."
"What looks better?"
"Well, you're not so skinny anymore. Recently, you'd been looking…kind of sickly. You weren't really eating."
"I guess I wasn't." She suddenly got nervous.
"I'm not saying you looked bad before, I'm just…"
"Minerva, I looked like shit. Just say it. It's true."
"I guess you're right. You did look awful. But now, it's better."
"Maybe. You don't need to lie to me, Minerva. I know what I am, and I know what I was."
"Okay." She didn't seem hurt, but you really can never know. "Do you have lesson plans prepared for your classes tomorrow?"
"Yes…Fourth Year Gryffindors first, that should be fun. I don't mean to insult your Gryffindors, I'm just saying…"
"I understand."
"Minerva, should we let people know we're dating?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't care either way. I'm guessing you want to keep it private?"
"For as long as we can…unless it's too much stress for you."
"No, I really don't want anyone knowing my business either."
"Good. Severus, I have to go…but just let me know whenever you want to go further. You know." She smiled and left, and here I am. You know, I really hate this apartment. It's claustrophobic, and too many bad things have happened in here. It's much better now that Minerva's decorated it, but…my room at the hospital was more of a clean slate. It was white, it was clean, it was simple…some people hate spaces like that, but I like it better than rooms with baggage. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight, really. I need to try, though—don't wan to look like a psycho during my classes tomorrow.