What can I get you, potions master?
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Even if I want it will never be mine.
A/N: No beta for this fic. I just wrote it out of boredom and distresses dunno if there will be more so if you can't bear to be hanged don't read.
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So you decided to read, thank you.
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"Bloody hell!" The potions master caused angrily. He was pacing in his room restlessly while in the great hall students, professors and staffs of the ministry of magic were celebrating the down fall of Voldemort and graduation ceremony. Every one was happy, every one but Snape.
Finally he was free, he had paid his dept to that bloody Harry Potter and even was one of the few people who brought Voldemort to his painful death but what had he received from this entire happy ending besides his now useless freedom? He was still the greasy old cold-hearted git, potions master, whom all the students hated and he was lonely, very lonely. Sometimes he rather wished that the war would never end, at least he had something to do, to be useful and the most importance of all he could be near his angle, his beloved that brought all light and happiness to him.
His paces became more rapid as her images swirling before his eyes became clearer. Closing his eyes willing the caused images to fade away but it was no better.
'She is only a floor above you, why don't you go to her, you idiot?' Said a voice in the back of his head but Severus told it to shut up then he added helplessly, "I am no good for her especially now she wouldn't want a greasy git to ruin her glorious day."
'Then why the hell are you thinking about her?' Sneered the same voice.
"Why? Why the hell am I thinking about her?" He repeated the question to himself. Furiously he grabbed a fire whiskey bottle and threw it at the wall caused the glass to shatter all around the floor. He question himself again and again, "Why am I thinking about her? Why? Why?"
"Because I can't find you at the great hall so I come here to find you." Said a voice from behind his back. Severus wheeled around and came face to face with the cheery head master, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore went on, eyes twinkling, "Sorry if I disturb you Severus."
"What do you want head master?" Severus asked annoyingly.
"I thought I had answered your question already, my boy." Said Dumbledore happily.
"Don't play dump Albus," said Severus Snape, the potions master, "you know I was not asking you in the first place."
"Oh, really? I'm sorry then" Said Dumbledore as he walked pass Severus to sit on the sofa.
Severus followed him but not took a seat. He towered on Dumbledore and whisper threateningly through grind teeth, "Tell me why the hell do you come here!"
"Calm down boy, calm down," said Dumbledore, looking adoringly at his potions master who arms folded, eyes narrowed, "may I get you some tea?"
Severus merely stood there stubbornly unmoved. Dumbledore finally gave in, he sighed defeatedly, "very well my dear," he smiled as Severus flinched at his endearment, Dumbledore went on delightedly "to answer your question I am here to bring you your reward."
Severus snorted, "Didn't I make myself clear? I do not need, want or demand any prize for whatever I have done."
"But you deserve eh… this prize, dear boy." Pleaded Dumbledore.
"I don't…" Severus started to complain but Dumbledore cut him off, "Severus, it is not my decision as to give or not give you this prize, I merely do as I was told to help people get what they deserve." He finished and thrusted a small black box into Severus folded arms then he took the opportunity when Severus was stunned snatching a handful of Floo powder and threw it to the fireplace, muttered "head master's office."
He was gone leaving a confusing Snape staring blankly at the little box.
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