Chapter 3
And The Thing Called Love
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Minerva instantly regretted saying that, and felt herself blushing bright red, as Severus, cursing, pushed himself off her. Why did she say that? Why? God knows she had enough trouble with his impossible satire, never mind having him hassle her about a spur of the moment comment. Yes, that's what it was, a spur of the moment thing. Nothing to worry about. She picked herself up off the floor, and fished about in her trunk for a new pair of stockings. She found them, eventually, but not before the bus had made 2 stops in Essex, and about 4 around London. She walked towards the toilets, staggering, and avoiding evil glares from the people she interrupted, particularly Snape. When she came out, they were nearly at Kings Cross Station, and, grumbling, she tried to quickly organise her trunk, gave up, and sat down on her bed, arms folded, sulky face, and felt like conjuring up a big black raincloud to rain on her head. She was miserable. Single, lonely, confused, and on the Knight Bus at 6.00 in the morning, Minerva was anything but happy. Sighing, she held onto her trunk, as the bus gave a final lurch, and stopped outside the platform, which would take her to her final destination. She gloomily thanked the driver and pimply conductor, and dragged her belongings into the Station.
Snape was also in a similar mood, but was quite happy being single, lonely and confused. He was furious at the fact his car was trashed for the fourth time these holidays, and that Minerva, the stubborn mule of Hogwarts had complimented him on his eyes, which he had students describing as, 'dark tunnels of nothingness'. Also on his mind was that troublesome Amber liquid, which had sparked the incident, and the broken glass vials, which were very expensive, and could only be bought via owl order, which took forever. Grumpily, he ignored Stan's farewell, and pushed his trunk and vial case into Kings Cross, making sure he was well out of view of Minerva McGonagall, who was almost to the port key.
Minerva arrived at the portkey, which was a discoloured Picnic wrapper, picked it up, and looked around for her fellow teachers. She spotted Professors Sprout and Flitwick walking towards her, chatting amiably, and then Severus Snape. She felt herself going bright red again, thinking of the incident with the amber liquid, and her comment. Thinking back, she felt a sudden flood of warmth and happiness, and she suddenly felt the need to giggle. His eyes were an amazing shade of black, with tiny flecks of browny silver near the pupils, and she found them intriguing. How can they be so perfect? No, she shook herself, he was a colleague, and he hated her and everything that she stood for. There was a sudden ray of light, as the portkey activated, transporting herself, Professors Sprout, Flitwick and Snape to Hogwarts.
Snape looked at Minerva while they were travelling, and realised that somehow she looked radically different with tiny wisps of hair floating over her face, golden light surrounding her body, and with her eyes closed she looked so peaceful. For an instant he wanted to reach out, and touch her face, to smooth out the worry lines from her forehead and cheeks, and to see her smile. URGH, he pulled himself back to reality, as, with a thud, he landed outside the Headmasters office, along with the other staff waiting at the entrance. He was disgusted with himself. He hated McGonagall, loathed her, and besides, he was Snape, the emotionless being, so taken over by occlumency that he had trouble finding himself sometimes. No, he shook everything out of his head, and focused on being the first to ascend the gargoyle stairs that lead up to Dumbledore's office. Fourty minutes later, he was out of the dreadfully boring staff meeting, and off towards the Slytherin Staff dormitories.
Descending the stairs, Minerva felt almost tranquil. Dumbledore's meetings always gave her a sense of security, and she usually felt safe in Hogwarts. The meeting had also given her time to figure out her feelings for Snape, and she felt happy with her decision, as she floated towards her Dormitory, thinking of how she would use her time before the feast. Maybe with Snape?
Heh, heh, heh. Soz is a bit girly, but how to describe Snape having feelings???? Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys rock my socks. Literally. As usual, plz R&R.
And The Thing Called Love
Disclaimer: I know nothing, therefore I own nothing
Minerva instantly regretted saying that, and felt herself blushing bright red, as Severus, cursing, pushed himself off her. Why did she say that? Why? God knows she had enough trouble with his impossible satire, never mind having him hassle her about a spur of the moment comment. Yes, that's what it was, a spur of the moment thing. Nothing to worry about. She picked herself up off the floor, and fished about in her trunk for a new pair of stockings. She found them, eventually, but not before the bus had made 2 stops in Essex, and about 4 around London. She walked towards the toilets, staggering, and avoiding evil glares from the people she interrupted, particularly Snape. When she came out, they were nearly at Kings Cross Station, and, grumbling, she tried to quickly organise her trunk, gave up, and sat down on her bed, arms folded, sulky face, and felt like conjuring up a big black raincloud to rain on her head. She was miserable. Single, lonely, confused, and on the Knight Bus at 6.00 in the morning, Minerva was anything but happy. Sighing, she held onto her trunk, as the bus gave a final lurch, and stopped outside the platform, which would take her to her final destination. She gloomily thanked the driver and pimply conductor, and dragged her belongings into the Station.
Snape was also in a similar mood, but was quite happy being single, lonely and confused. He was furious at the fact his car was trashed for the fourth time these holidays, and that Minerva, the stubborn mule of Hogwarts had complimented him on his eyes, which he had students describing as, 'dark tunnels of nothingness'. Also on his mind was that troublesome Amber liquid, which had sparked the incident, and the broken glass vials, which were very expensive, and could only be bought via owl order, which took forever. Grumpily, he ignored Stan's farewell, and pushed his trunk and vial case into Kings Cross, making sure he was well out of view of Minerva McGonagall, who was almost to the port key.
Minerva arrived at the portkey, which was a discoloured Picnic wrapper, picked it up, and looked around for her fellow teachers. She spotted Professors Sprout and Flitwick walking towards her, chatting amiably, and then Severus Snape. She felt herself going bright red again, thinking of the incident with the amber liquid, and her comment. Thinking back, she felt a sudden flood of warmth and happiness, and she suddenly felt the need to giggle. His eyes were an amazing shade of black, with tiny flecks of browny silver near the pupils, and she found them intriguing. How can they be so perfect? No, she shook herself, he was a colleague, and he hated her and everything that she stood for. There was a sudden ray of light, as the portkey activated, transporting herself, Professors Sprout, Flitwick and Snape to Hogwarts.
Snape looked at Minerva while they were travelling, and realised that somehow she looked radically different with tiny wisps of hair floating over her face, golden light surrounding her body, and with her eyes closed she looked so peaceful. For an instant he wanted to reach out, and touch her face, to smooth out the worry lines from her forehead and cheeks, and to see her smile. URGH, he pulled himself back to reality, as, with a thud, he landed outside the Headmasters office, along with the other staff waiting at the entrance. He was disgusted with himself. He hated McGonagall, loathed her, and besides, he was Snape, the emotionless being, so taken over by occlumency that he had trouble finding himself sometimes. No, he shook everything out of his head, and focused on being the first to ascend the gargoyle stairs that lead up to Dumbledore's office. Fourty minutes later, he was out of the dreadfully boring staff meeting, and off towards the Slytherin Staff dormitories.
Descending the stairs, Minerva felt almost tranquil. Dumbledore's meetings always gave her a sense of security, and she usually felt safe in Hogwarts. The meeting had also given her time to figure out her feelings for Snape, and she felt happy with her decision, as she floated towards her Dormitory, thinking of how she would use her time before the feast. Maybe with Snape?
Heh, heh, heh. Soz is a bit girly, but how to describe Snape having feelings???? Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys rock my socks. Literally. As usual, plz R&R.