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Tartan Wrapped Dream	By : snapeswife Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/McGonagall Views: 10048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Severus had made the long, slow trek from the gates in a semi-foul mood. His night had simply been ruined by no one but himself. Quite simply, he had gone and done exactly what he had planned on doing. After Apparating from the gates he went to a muggle club and found a delicious little tart in the dark, dank, smoke filled place. As always he had given the bouncer an obscene amount of money in order to get in, but he thought it would be a good investment. The young woman had been at the bar, and of course, had been dressed to suit the scene.

Unfortunately, the night did not go as planned. Instead, it had turned into a big disappointment. About an hour after he’d arrived, Snape left the back alleyway disgusted. Not with her0 but with himself with himself. He had been perfectly happy with the young woman’s mouth around his throbbing erection, his back arching slightly, digging into the rough brick wall. He’d panted and moaned the entire time, his hands fisted into her hair. It was only when he had demanded she look at him that he’d had to push her away, for it hadn’t been the face of the young woman he saw; it had been the face of Minerva.

Snape walked purposefully through the school, his hands in pockets of his blue jeans, he wore a simple deep green button up shirt, over which he wore a simple leather jacket. His mind was anywhere but where he wanted it to be. He found himself striding along the corridor to his private lab. He had work to do, and it now seemed that he wasn’t going to be getting sleep anytime soon; Minerva was far too prevalent in his mind. With a resigned sigh Severus muttered the password and stepped through the door. Slowly he took off his leather jacket and tossed it over a stool. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, he set to work.

Gathering the potions ingredients he needed, he set to work brewing the potions Madam Pomfrey needed for the upcoming term. He cut, chopped, stirred, and stewed. It was usually a relaxing thing for him to do, but it seemed that every time he concentrated enough to “disappear” into his work, a pair of fine blue eyes would come into his mind, and he would be distracted again. After about an hour of the to and fro of this he stalked to where he kept his charmed muggle radio and popped in a CD and let the music pump from the little speakers.

In all honesty Severus had never much cared for wizard music. It didn’t seem to have the flow, and pleasing vibe of muggle music. He had, in fact, always been drawn to muggle rock and roll, especially in his youth. Even today he occasionally wore an AC/DC t-shirt under his robes. The man that Severus portrayed was very much different from that man that Severus truly was. Yes, he was still a snarky bastard. This much would never change, but he wasn’t cruel like so many thought he was. He had a heart that beat still; he had felt love, even if it hadn’t been returned in the fashion that he had wanted. Yet, despite the old feelings, Severus was a cold man. That much was true. After twenty years of guarding himself and never allowing anyone save for Madam Pomfrey to get through, he had all but forgotten what it was like to have someone care for him willingly. Dumbledore certainly hadn’t. He like the Dark Lord had seen Snape as a pawn and had used him to reach the ultimate goal. In the end he almost brought about the death of Severus.

Turning the music up louder Severus took off his long sleeved outer shirt and tossed it on the stool with his jacket. Then he set himself back to the task at hand. Soon he reached his inner “Potions master” and was brewing up a storm. It seemed that in no time he had brewed all of the required potions. None on the list were difficult; the entire batch taking no more than a few hours. So Severus had been lucky this time. Packing them slowly in a box, Severus pulled on a Slytherin jacket, setting off towards the Hospital Wing.

“Severus, I don’t understand why you won’t just let me do it. I mean in all honesty it never bothered you when I did it before. What has really changed in these few short weeks? Other than the fact that you’re not acting like a complete bastard and having those damned Carrow’s running around?” Poppy’s voice filled the hospital wing with its musical shrill tones. Even though she was completely pissed at him at the moment Severus couldn’t help but smile. Poppy was one of the few people who seemed to care about him making it a habit to, check on his health and well being like a mother hen. Even though he’d awoken her at three in the morning to deliver the items she was still happy to see him. He generally ignored her clucking but for some reason in the early hours of this dreary morning he hadn’t the patience for it and soon found himself needing to hold a tight leash on his anger.

“Poppy, I understand your concern, but I did no true damage to my body tonight. I know that whiskey and women are never a great combination, especially when I am added into the equation, but I assure you that I am fine. So please, for the love of Merlin woman, stop the damn obsessing. I am in no pain, and I ache nowhere!” The last part wasn’t exactly true; he still ached from not achieving full release, and from the awkward and slightly painful walk to the castle. “You needn’t be so concerned with my well being anymore Poppy, I am no longer Dumbledore’s pawn in the war. So please, I beg you woman, stop smothering me.” He just looked at her, his face its usual emotionless mask.

What was wholly unexpected was when Poppy reached around and smacked the back of his head. “Severus if you would please pull your head out of your own arse for five bloody minutes you’d see I didn’t do what I did for you during the wars because I had to you, daft fool! I did it because I happen to love you! You’re one of the few people in the Order to see the true side of Albus the side he hid from all of us. And Merlin Severus, I wasn’t going to let him ruin you more than he already did!” She huffed slightly and crossed her arms as she shot him multiple murderous looks.

With a laugh Snape patted her shoulder lightly. “I know you love me Poppy. I sometimes believe that you seem to be the only one. But you don’t need to be so concerned all the time. I am fine. I have gained weight, and I don’t hurt anymore. The remaining side effects to the Cruciatus are not as powerful as they once were. I still have tremors when I get upset, but I don’t seize anymore. I’m still working on a potion to help it, but what I have so far seems to be helping a lot more than just the pain and inflammation potions we were combining before. With any luck I will be able to find a Christmas. Now, I’ll let you go back to bed, so you can terrorize me more in the morning. “

Not waiting for a reply he turned and walked slowly out of the hospital wing before continuing quietly through the corridor. When he had reached the third floor and was passing a door that was slightly ajar, he heard the music. He stopped and turned towards the sound. The delicate notes from the piano were alluring and drew him in almost immediately. He stood absolutely still for a few moments, allowing the sounds of the tones to wash over him. As he stood listening, he became enraptured. Pushing the door open softly he stepped inside drawn into the room by the sound of the piano.

Severus was awestruck by the figure in front of him. It was Minnie. Her long dark hair lay in long curls down her back. Her long fingers danced across the keyboard, the music seemed to be pouring from her in a stream. He couldn’t see her face. Her back was to him, but he could see that she was bathed in moonlight, and the windows had been opened, allowing the breeze blow the sweet night air around them. The room was filled with the angelic sounds of her playing and the intoxicating atmosphere.

Feeling as if he was intruding, Severus turned to go, but stopped as her voice rose in song. His mouth fell open in astonishment. Her voice was sweet and pretty. She sounded like an angel, and he leaned against the door jam, a contented sigh escaping his lips as she sang. Severus hadn’t known that Minnie could sing, nor did he know that she could play the piano. From what he could see of it, the instrument was beautiful. It was made of mahogany, a small thing that fit snugly against the wall. The bench was just a little wider than what she needed for a good fit, allowing her to settle against the edge with ease.

As the song ended Severus pushed himself off from the wall and tried to sneak from the room, but she was already standing facing him, her face a mask of icy rage. He had seen this look many a time in his youth; it was her “I’m so disappointed in you” look. With her arms crossed she sighed and stepped towards him.

“Professor Snape, is there a specific reason that you are in my rooms unannounced, unwelcome and rudely listening in on a very private and personal moment? I assume that the reason isn’t a good one, because if it were, you would have knocked. Of course that’s also assuming you’re as gentlemen and by all accounts so far you are not.” She picked her wand up from where it lay on the stool. “You have about three minutes to explain yourself, or I will be turning you into the weasel that you are. Better yet, if you can’t come up with a good explanation, I will transfigure you into a bat. That seems more appropriate.”

Severus remained still for a moment as she leveled her wand at him. “I’m afraid that you won’t like my explanation, for it’s not really a good one. I was returning to the dungeon from the hospital wing when and I heard the music. As I was curious to see where it came from, I simply poked my head inside the door. I stood in the door for a moment and listened to you play, but it was only when you started singing that I found myself unable to move. Minerva, I had no idea that you could sing, nor did I know that you could play the piano that way. I apologize that I listened in on you in that fashion, but I really didn’t think it was you. I assure you that if I had known, I wouldn’t have intruded on your privacy.”

As he huffed out air, he tried to make sense of the situation. Why did he fear her disapproval? He was, after all, Severus Snape, the onetime right hand of The Dark Lord. He was also a potions master and the secret spy of Dumbledore. So what did he have to fear? Nothing and yet everything; it was the unknown that scared him. He realized that he valued her opinion, and yet he knew not why.

Minnie said nothing, but lowered her wand and turned, silently shutting the piano silently. Severus had yet to speak again, and with a resigned shrug he moved to leave. It was then that she spoke. “Professor, I do not object to you listening to me play. But, I do ask that the next time you enter my rooms, you do so with my permission. I have yet to set up my wards; it appears I shall have to do so soon. Good night.” She said it quickly and was soon disappearing into what appeared to be her bedroom. He laughed lightly shaking his head and left her rooms shutting the door quietly behind him.

As Severus made his way through the castle to his rooms and his bed three former headmasters stood in a portrait engrossed in conversation discussing the very man who had just passed him.

“Albus, I’m not so sure this is a good Idea. If Minnie and Severus find out that you’d planned this from the very start….. Severus would kill you, that is, if you weren’t already dead. And who knows with Minnie? She may turn out to be a completely different person.”

“Dilys, I would seriously appreciate it if you would stop all you’re whining. I think I’m getting a headache.” This comment came from Phineas Black.

“Can I be frank here please?” Albus said clearly in his authoritative voice.

“If I can still be Dilys.” Phineas covered his mouth and Albus pinched his nose for a moment but didn’t address her.

“Minerva and Severus will never find out. Sybil will never remember the prophecy, and we three are the only other ones who know- well knew about it- so there is nothing for them to know. This must happen naturally! So no pushing them! Dilys, you have a portrait in Minnie’s rooms, guide her as you know how, and Phineas, make sure our snarky friend doesn’t muck this up when the time comes. We are still a ways off. It’s going to take time and patience, but I think- in the end, the results will be achieved. Well, I’m off to my portrait for the night. Behave you two.” Albus left with a wink, with Dilys quick on his heels as she headed to her own portrait. Shaking his head, Phineas proceeded to his own hiding place in Severus’ quarters, hoping that the snarky man in question wouldn’t be too upset if things didn’t go the way Albus had planned them.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Phineas whispered to himself quietly just before he fell asleep, gently leaning on his frame.
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