Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Wicked fluff!
Chapter 8
Sirius was bored to tears as sat in the staff room at Hogwarts alongside other members of the faculty. An emergency staff meeting had been called by Dumbledore the day before following the Ministry of Education for Under Age Witches and Wizards announcing changes to the regulation of under-age magic use and the teaching syllabus had to be altered accordingly.
It had never occurred to him that teaching DADA would involve this. When he had attended the school, the post always seemed dynamic and exciting. In later years, he had listened to his godson and his friends wax lyrical about their experiences with his predecessors and how his long-time friend Remus Lupin had been the best DADA teacher that they'd had.
Moony, like Sirius hadn't attended the University of Advanced Witchcraft and Wizardry after graduating from Hogwarts, he had obtained the position from his years of vocational experience as an Auror and member of the Order.
Neither he nor Dumbledore had mentioned anything about boring staff meetings!
Albus had now handed the floor to Severus.
They had spoken briefly that morning at breakfast for the first time since their altercation three days ago in the potions lab. Sirius awkwardly had apologised for breaking Severus' nose. He in turn muttered an apology for all of the blows he had landed and for taking the potion in the first place. An uneasy truce had been formed for the time being.
Sirius still wanted him desperately but after Severus' revelation, he was torn between his carnal desires and his Gryffindor sense of right and wrong. He couldn't very well seduce the sexy Slytherin, tying him to him for ever.
Torn.
And bored rigid!
He half-hearted listened to Snape, as he spoke about the changes that were going to have to be made to the teaching curriculum in the coming months.
"He is so intelligent." He thought absently.
He continued to inform the staff about the various research and statistics that the Ministry had used to base their findings and changes on.
Sirius found it incredibly stimulating and most definitely not in the intellectual sense!
He always found brains incredibly sexy. He blushed when he remembered Severus' words during their fight.
"Stupidity has never been a trait that I have found attractive. Work it out yourself, you in-bred moron!"
He was right. He'd always known he wasn't one of the great brains of his age. Shit, he'd barely passed his OWLS and NEWTS to a sufficient level to become an Auror.
Severus, now there was a keen mind; he was a natural academic. He'd achieved first and advanced degrees in teaching and potions making, making the housemaster a natural choice as deputy head at Hogwarts.
"I always knew you were just a pretty face. Nothing up top though."
Like he found Severus' intellect alluring but he wondered if Snape found his average intelligence unattractive? He hadn't reacted that like a man who found him unattractive during the times he'd bamboozled him with the touches, the innuendos and of course their kiss.
He didn't like the idea of being sexually unappealing to him. Not usually one for self esteem issues, he didn't like where his thoughts were leading him.
He carried on listening to Severus speak. Now he was discussing which magical subjects would be affected by the new changes.
He didn't understand a fucking wording of what he was talking about but his beautiful baritone voice sounded strangely deep and reverberated across the room. Sirius recalled how when he spoke in that particular timbre, his body almost vibrated.
He decided at this point that if they were ever to become lovers in the future that he would get him to recite this very speech whilst he had his cock in his mouth. He could almost imagine the undulating sound waves rippling around his aroused flesh.
Great!
Torn.
Bored rigid.
And now just plain rigid with arousal.
He chuckled quietly to himself at this particularly wicked daydream. His amusement grew as he imagined what Severus would say when he asked his request. Sirius' humour increased, he soon became hysterical as he imagined the staid potions professor reciting this utterly boring speech whilst giving a blow job.
Meanwhile, the entire faculty looked on as the new DADA teacher seemed to be become disabled with fits of laughter. A number of staff members wondered if he had been cursed with a hilarious spell.
"Do you find something I said amusing Professor Black?" Snape bellowed, incensed at being interrupted.
Regaining some semblance of self control, he managed to contain further laughter but as Severus glared at him like he was a recalcitrant child and the image soon returned.
"Maybe I could get him to do it on our wedding night."
WHAT!
Sirius stopped laughing immediately.
Where the bloody hell had that thought crept in?
No he wasn't ready for marriage. He certainly didn't love Severus.
Did he? Uncertainty assailed him.
The room was deathly quiet. Snape however refused to continue speaking until he was absolutely sure Black had finished.
Sirius had never contemplated marriage to anyone. Hell, he'd never even loved anyone before.
"Before Severus." A voice taunted.
"Oh great Merlin's balls, I love Severus Snape!" The realisation swept through him. "But marriage? Bonding for life? Monogamy?"
"You're not exactly everyone's idea of a gift anymore!"
"Hey, what's with the insults, you're me!"
"You're almost forty, you're selfish, you're a dog, literally, and you're not exa..."
"Okay, you don't have to point out every flaw I have." He thought petulantly.
"Now, look at Severus" He looked up at the man who stood before him scowling. "Now there's a prize. He's dark, brooding, sexy, intelligent. He will make someone a fine husband."
His insides churned at the thought of Severus happily married to someone else.
"He can cook, he feels like is hung like a dragon and you know he loves you too because of Adorable reaction, even if he's in denial too!" The voice continued.
"I'm scared." He admitted.
"I know but you are Sirius Black, courageous warrior wizard. You're a Gryffindor!" He had his answer.
In a flash, he rose to his feet.
Severus, looked up in surprise. He was about to continue speaking when Sirius stood up, left his seat and proceeded to walk over to him.
He frowned, wondering what Black was up to. Whatever it was, it wasn't likely good.
"Do you have something you would like to say Professor Black?" He asked coldly.
To his surprise, Black dropped on to one knee and clutched his hands to his chest.
Severus was barely managing to contain his anger at this point. He was determined to embarrass him in front of his colleagues. He should've known not to trust his age old enemy; he knew that the good old Sirius Black, arch nemesis would rear his ugly head once more. Everything that he had put him through for the past week or so had been one big sick joke, a prank on Snivellus Snape!
"Severus Snape. I love you with all my heart and I formally request for your hand in magical and binding marriage." Sirius declared passionately.
Severus' eyes darted from Black's to that of everyone else's in the room. He could see that their faces carried the same look of shock as his own probably did at that precise moment in time.
"Get up and sit down or I swear on Salazaar Slytherin's grave that I will cut your balls off and serve them to a basilisk for tea." He said in a deathly whisper.
Sirius merely laughed heartily.
"What you really mean is that you don't believe I mean it. Never mind, faint heart never won fair maiden or man in this case."
He removed his wand from his pocket and flicked it, whilst murmuring a spell.
In a flash, a sword appeared beside him; it was the sword of Godric Gryffindor.
"I declare upon the honour of Godric Gryffindor that I love Severus Snape. I ask that he accept my offer of betrothal, in which I forsake all others in his favour." He said dramatically.
Sirius picked up the sword, ripped open the blousy poets' shirt he was wearing, exposing his tattooed lean muscular chest and pointed its tip above his heart.
"I solemnly swear a binding oath that if my intentions prove false, may this gracious and noble sword pierce my chest and slay me dead." A faint mist swirled around him as the magical oath was established.
"Er. That is if the Aversionum has worn off completely and you do it anyway." He said conspiratorially in a theatrical stage whisper, so that the entire faculty could hear him."Come on, Severe Severus, Sirius is serious."
Severus looked as if he could commit murder. He had never been so embarrassed in all of his life. Even the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of this man as a boy paled into insignificance. But strangely enough, he believed Sirius.
He couldn't explain it. His early doubts had dissipated. He needed to think and if sensing the potions master's thoughts, Sirius continued.
"Just answer yes or no. Say yes Sev, I love you. Think later. Stop thinking like a Slytherin for one minute, find the impulsive Gryffindor inside you and say yes." Sirius being Sirius still couldn't resist having some fun. "And you can have a Gryffindor inside you for the rest of your natural." He added outrageously.
Severus was about to say no, but he couldn't. He couldn't form the word.
N.O.
One syllable.
Negative.
But he couldn't.
He loved him too.
He'd always loved him deep down, unaffected by the potion.
"Yes."
Who said that?
Good God, he'd just agreed to marry Sirius Black.
Sirius rose from the floor and kissed him passionately. He hadn't quite expected it but his reticence abated and he returned his kiss with gusto.
"We'll talk later, now please leave I have a meeting to finish." He said wryly, much to the dismay of the other teachers.