I do not own Harry Potter. Though I do wish that Draco Malfoy and Oliver Wood were mine. Oh well! One can keep hoping.
Ok. Have decided to write up the second chapter already, even though I have not yet received any reviews (this might have something to do with the fact that my story has only been up for about 2 hours). ;) Also I realised that the first chapter did not really plunge into the story-line. So hope this time it plunges a bit deeper (ok that just sounds wrong!).
Chapter 2
Now said soon-to-be Headmaster, also known as, well quite a few names, but the politest of these being Severus Snape (slimy bastard and greasy git are not often thought of as polite terms) was pacing in his office, hands clasped behind his back, deep in thought. He had just received a reply from Ms Granger saying that she accepted the position.
Severus Snape sighed in frustration. It certainly hadn't been his idea to offer that annoying know-it-all a position as a professor at the College, but Dumbledore had insisted, saying that Ms Granger was certainly qualified for the job. Severus had only agreed as Dumbledore deemed it to be his last wish as retiring Headmaster to see the girl a professor at Hogwarts.
The old bastard had tricked him and Snape knew it. Dumbledore had known the using the old 'last wish' ploy would the only thing to melt Severus' defenses. And, of course, it had worked, the acceptance letter sitting quite innocently on Snape's desk was evidence to that.
There came a knock at the door, cutting in to Snape's reverie.
"Come in," he called, quite tersely (even for a Snape).
A straggly brown haired head with twinkling (almost, but not quite, competing with Dumbledore's) blue-green eyes and chiseled features poked around the doorframe.
"Ahh, Sirius. What brings you here? I'm sorry but I'm fresh out of the flea repellant potion," sneered Snape.
The head was soon followed by a body wearing a white shirt and black slacks as Sirius Black entered the Headmaster's office.
"Very droll Severus, although, it might be a good idea to whip up a batch soon. Summer is on its way and with it who knows what creepy-crawlies will be creeping around," this was followed by a shudder, "they are such a nuisance when they are in one's coat. Actually speaking of creepy-crawlies, how are you Severus?" Sirius asked with a sly smile.
"Sirius in no possible way do I have any semblance to a bug…."
"Ah yes you do," Sirius interrupted, "you see, bugs have a tendency to make one's skin crawl and you, dear Severus, have that exact same effect," this statement was followed by a wink as Sirius strolled over to the seat opposite Snape's and sat himself down.
"Alright Sirius. Enough of your infernal bantering. What is it that you want?"
"What I want? Severus you wound me. My purpose of visiting you may have merely been to spend some time with my dear friend Snivellus, pardon me, I meant Severus".
"It may have been, yes," the Headmaster said with a raised eyebrow, "but for some reason I highly doubt that."
Though their words and actions may have been deceiving Severus and Sirius had actually spent quite a few nights in Severus' new office drinking brandy and heatedly discussing (or some may say arguing over) any topic that came to mind. And though both realised they had developed a tolerance towards one another, even friendship (shock horror!), it was easier for both to pretend that they merely spent time together because they had to- Sirius being the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and Severus being the new Headmaster/ ex Potions Professor. They were, however, only fooling themselves. Plus, though again neither would admit it, the bantering between them was fun.
"So now tell me what it is you want," Severus continued.
"Well I was wondering about the arrival of a certain Ms Granger, Hogwarts new Charms Professor".
"And where exactly," Severus inquired in his silkiest (and also quite deadliest) of tones, "did you get this piece of information?"
"Dumbledore," Sirius simply replied.
"How in Merlin's name did he find out? I only just received the acceptance letter myself!"
"Yes, well. I'm almost certain that, had you done some testing, the results would find that the parchment in question had been, shall we say, re-sealed. Dumbledore never could help but meddle in things," Sirius replied with a smile.
"Too true. But the man really has to put an end to his infernal interfering. I am quite able to take care of things myself," Severus declared with, what on many might have been a pout, but on him was simply a scowl.
"Yes, yes. We're all quite well aware of that. Now do be a good host and fetch me a brandy would you, and do stop your pacing, man! You'll wear a hole in the carpet and then it really would be one of those sucked through a hole in the ground moments," Sirius grinned.
Severus' only reply was a scowl but he did as Sirius asked, "Now what is it you wanted to know about Ms Granger, Sirius?" Severus asked placing two brandies on his ornate dark-wood desk as he eased himself into his seat.
"Well I wanted to know about Ms Granger's sleeping chambers. Namely where they will be," Sirius stated.
"Good God, Sirius! You really are like a dog in heat, pardon the pun. This girl," Severus cried in disbelief, emphasizing the word girl, "is your god-son's best friend."
Sirius shook his head, "Though I'm certain it would not be such an unpleasant experience to bed Hermione, that…" he continued as Severus spluttered, choking on his brandy, "was not the reason for my question. Seeing Severus' perplexed expression he added, "I merely remembered that old Flitwick's rooms happen to be quite close to the Headmaster's bedchambers, your bedchambers. And I thought it might not be such a great idea to make the girl uncomfortable by putting her next door to the sleeping quarters of her old Potions Master."
"Ahh, good point Sirius," Snape conceded, "the truth be told I have not really given the matter much thought."
"Obviously," Sirius muttered.
"We shall have to find somewhere else for her to stay," Severus continued, ignoring Black's remark, "that really shouldn't be too hard. There are plenty or spare rooms."
"Yes, well, that tends to be the case with castles. They have a strange knack for having many rooms, funnily enough," Sirius quipped with a smile.
"Shut up dog breath."
Both men continued to spend a companionable afternoon drinking brandy and coming up with inventive new names for each other. Thus is the hectic and stressful life of a Hogwarts Professor and its Headmaster.
Author's Note: Ok. I'm not really sure if I'm keeping them in character. I'm trying but I think that maybe Sirius is a bit too well spoken and refined. What do you think? Review and let me know. Oh and thanks for reading :)