Becca awoke with a pounding headache the following day. She looked back upon the day fondly. They had both fallen asleep briefly, right there in his office, even though it was lock and warded so Severus would be alerted to anyone's presence, it still excited her that they could have been found.
Goodbye's hadn't awkward as she had suspected that they might be, which was very pleasant, as it held the promise of being able to see him like this again. She had asked shyly, barely containing both her fears and hopes, whether she would be able to meet him again, outside of the classroom.
He had pulled her into his arms, warm and secure, and promised her all manner of wonderful things, hopes that washed away all of her fears, caressed in that velvet voice of his.
That they would definitely see each other again, that she was his now, that no one else can ever take her away, he would cherish her. Words that had excited her and filled her with affection and desire for the impressive, strong man.
Becca didn't have potions until fifth that day, and also had the rest of the day off, with her newts, less classes were taken than for owls. So each student had a lot more free time than they ever had before, she decided to go to Hogsmede.
Being head girl as well meant that she was allowed to leave the premises, just as long as she alerted the headmaster to her leaving, it was allowed. She decided to go back to sleep for another hour, get dressed and then to go and ask Dumbledore if she could do go out until fifth lesson.
Setting her Alarm clock for 9.00am, Becca turned over and curled up to sleep. For as long as she could remember, she'd had sleeping problems. Often only getting 1 or 2 hours a night, so she caught up during the day whenever she had the time!
She woke up two hours later to the robotic droning of the muggle alarm clock on the Hogwarts standard issue oak bedside table. It wasn't exactly what she would have decorated herself, but having a room to herself as head girl and not having to share one in a dorm was good enough!
Sighing, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and went into the adjoining bathroom. Becca washed her teeth and washed her face, favouring evening showers to morning ones, and played around with her hair slightly. With it being so short, she didn't have to do all that much to it, just sometimes add a little gel or brush it through with her fingers and it pretty much always looked fine.
She plodded next door and rubbed her eyes, she was so tired that they were physically sore. Stumbling around for some clothes she fell onto the floor, swearing obscenely she got back up and rubbed her red grazed knees. "Fuck" she muttered.
Becca threw on some muggle denims and a plaid shirt before walking outside to the stair case, and then to Dumbledore's office.
Severus woke up and grunted at the appalling amount of light streaming through his curtains. He almost felt as if he were going to vomit, and promptly, the copious amounts of fire whiskey the night before would account for that, he didn't normally indulge so heavily. He rolled out of bed, leaving the duvet crumpled in a heap, and walked into his private lab. It was originally meant to be a second living room of some sort, but of course he had to convert it into a lab for himself, away from the classroom.
Groping around of a sober-up potion, he sighed in relief upon the cool glass of the vial meeting his searching fingertips. He could hardly see, his entire vision and hearing was generally fuzzy, and he swayed upon his feet. Clumsily uncorking the bottle, Severus dropped the useless piece of compressed tree bark to the floor, and downed the entire contents of the vial.
As soon as his head began to clear, Severus used the bathroom and got dressed. He put on his usual attire of crisp white linen shir, frock coat, teaching robes and his trusty black cloak that was sure to billow wherever he walked, especially around drafty corners. He didn't have any classes until third lesson, in which he would teach second year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
Which wasn't bad, the Ravenclaws were always competent regardless of year, they were obviously fantastic learners and absorbed his tuition without complaint or ruckus, Unlike certain other houses… He thought, thinking about Gryffindor, and then feeling glad in remembering that he didn't have to teach THEM until fifth today.
Head cleared and vision swimming back into focus, the potion had done it's job. He was even a little hungry. That could be attributed to yesterday's… activities.
Severus had been particularly careful in the way which he had left Becca, she had definitely enjoyed his dominant and controlling demeanour in a sexual way, but he certainly didn't want to scare her off by being his usual snarky self as he said goodbye. He wanted it again, he wanted her, he felt as if he'd never have enough. He was not going to mess that because of some miniscule verbal slip. He had promised her all the things that he fully intended to give her and sealed it with a breathtaking kiss.
The potions master shook his head as if to clear the thought. About to leave for breakfast in the great fall of students and faculty alike was probably not a good time to be absorbed in such things!
Severus quickly checked his wards (that were, of course, flawless as usual) and left to go to breakfast. He didn't really eat much, and enjoyed the experience even less. However, it was marginally better than endlessly arguing with the headmaster about how he needed to be there, the meddling old fool would just sit there and *TWINKLE* at him, in that infuriating way that worked on pretty much anyone!
Sweeping down the corridors students parted and allowed him through, as they always did, they were scared stiff of him, particularly the younger students. That's the way he liked it, no one to stop him along the way for insipid idle conversation!
He sat down in his customary seat at the staff table next to Minerva ate at breakfast, ate a little, just to show his face as he was commanded, before returning to his quarters. Upon the sturdy mahogany desk that dominated most of his office space, there was a parchment envelope. Plain, no seal, just his own name upon it, in what he instantly recognised as headmaster Dumbledore's scribe.
He tore it open and placed the envelope back upon the desk, unfolding the letter there was but one solitary paragraph taking up the centre of the page. It read "Severus, I need you to re-stock the ingredients of the infirmary, Madame Pomphrey is unable as a whole class of children have the flew and she must attend to them, otherwise I wouldn't need to ask this of you. Please report to my office upon finding this letter to discuss a list of ingredients before heading to Hogsemede."
The damned old fool, now he deemed me and errand boy, Severus thought. Of course he'd go, through he hated the insipid fool who managed to give an entire class worth's of children the flew, it was simple enough to keep one's germs to themselves!
Sighing, Severus picked up his travelling cloak and ascended the stairs out of the dungeons to head straight to the headmasters office.
A/N : Hey guys, sorry it's been so long. Going through a really rough patch at the moment, I came close to considering suicide not even a week ago, I've had no motivation. But things are getting better with my family, and I'll be updating more often.
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