To all of my reviewers who liked my story- Thank you!This chapter, I will admit, is not some of my best work. It's mostly Severus with a little dash of Hermione. I just thought I needed to build his charecter a little more.It's kind of dark and has alot of swearing. Anyhoo, enjoy!
Hermione: Hermione sank into her bed, groaning as her back creaked. That had not been fun.
She pulled her shoes off her aching feet, sighing as the cool air brushed past her toes, evaporating the sweat. Snape had done everything in his power to make the Halloween Fair boring, and adult-friendly. But Hermione had been determined-her school wascounting on her!
At least they had agreed on a few things.
No ball, no karaoke. Hermione pouted. Singing was one of the few things she could do well, and he ruined it. However there would be a pumpkin carving contest, a costume contest , and a haunted house.
Hermione wasn't too bummed about the ball; there would probably be a party in the Gryffindor common room anyway.
'The only reason he wants to have a Haunted House is so he'll have an excuse to scare the first years' she thought tiredly. Oh, well. She would deal with this tomorrow, and with that she fell asleep. Only to dream of a man with long, black hair and pale, translusent skin.
Severus- Damn that Granger girl! Damn her to the fiery pits of Hell! He did not want to wear a costume.
Severus, contrary to popular belief, was not a vampire and did not like Halloween. He could still remember his repressed childhood memories of being forced into a sailor costume at the tender age of five by his mother, and having to go to the mother-son balls where the other boys would pull his hair and call him stupid-head.
Severus shuddered. "I need a stiff drink." he thought aloud.
Walking over to his liquor cabinet he found every single bottle was empty. Severus groaned. "Oh well. I'll make do with a fag."
Reaching over to his pocket, he found his carton of cigarettes empty. "Ugh!" grabbing his coat angrily, he headed to Hogsmeade.
He opened the liquor store's door, bringing with him a gust of rain and wind. "Who goes there?" demanded a croaky voice. Severus lowered his hood. "Ah, Severus. The usual?" Severus nodded curtly. The old man with hardly any teeth reached behind the counter and produced two packets of cigarettes. "You do know those things are horrible for you." stated the shopkeeper.
"Doesn't really matter. I could be dead tomorrow, anyhow." said Severus lifelessly, handing the man his money. "Ha! Good man, that's what I like to hear. If people started thinkn' 'bout their health, I'd be out of business in no time." Severus left, not caring to take the change. "Keep it." he stated before leaving the store.
Brushing past the shady characters of Hogsmeade, he came to a bar with dirty windows and a sign reading "The Hogs Head".
He would have preferred going to The Two Broomsticks but seeing as how it was not open at 3:20 am, he didn't really have much choice. Walking to the counter he noticed a gigantic figure in the very back booth. Shit. "Ay! It's Severus!"
"Hello Hagrid." said Severus sighing.
"Hey, Severus come sit with us!" Wait, that was a female voice.
"McGonnagal! What in Gods name are you doing here at this hour!"
"I could ask you the same Goddamn thing. Now get your grouchy ass over here!"
"Are you drunk Minnerva? You only swear when you're intoxicated."
"I'm so wasted, man!" cried another squeakier voice.
"Flitwick!"
"What are you doing here! You should all be asleep!" Flitwick imitated him, trying and failing to make his voice a baritone. Mcgonnagal giggled foolishly while Hagrid shook the building with his laughter.
"Oh come on Severus, have a little fun. Come on and take the drink." Minnerva offered him a straight scotch.
Severus sat down, feeling that uncomfortable feeling you can only get when you're the only sober person in a room full of drunkards. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with a pocket lighter.
"You're still smoking that shit! I thought you quit!" McGonnagal chastised.
Severus blew the smoke in her direction. "I've tried to quit. But it's just too damn hard."
"But it's horrible for you! What would your mother think?"
"My mother doesn't know, and I would like it to stay that way."
"Well what about your father?"
"He probably wouldn't care." said Severus indifferently, taking another drag.
Severus sipped his drink, relishing in the warmth that spread through his cold body. "So how's that planning going?" piped up Flitwick.
"What? You mean the Fair?" questioned Severus. Flitwick nodded.
"Well, as fine as it can go. The Granger girl is quite a bother thought I suspect it could've been worse."
"Hey don't you bad mouth my Hermione!"
"Sorry." said Severus, distractedly.
"So what are you three doing down here anyway?"
"Oh…Well, first Hagrid said we should…uh…I don't remember." McGonnagal slurred. Severus sighed.
"Well we best all go back."
"I don't wanna!" cried Flitwick, childishly. "Well, you're going to." Severus said, standing up, "Come on now."
Minnerva stood quickly and walked a few steps before collapsing.
"How much did you have to drink?" asked Severus wearily.
McGonnagal giggled like a girl forty years younger than herself.
Severus groaned, and bent down, picking up the frail woman.
He threw her over one shoulder and began walking to the door, with Hagrid and Flitwick, staggering behind.
Once he had put all of them to bed, Severus climbed in to his own four-poster, sighing contentedly. He slowly felt himself drift off, only to dream of a girl with bushy-brown hair, and a know-it-all attitude.
A/N- I know. It's very short. I couldn't help it, it's testing time and I've spent most of my free days studying.
