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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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Chapter 3:

The term was fast approach and Minnie was sitting in her office finishing up her lesson plans. She was almost done but had to add in a few new things and needed to adjust the Animagus training class. This was the main reason she had skipped dinner and instead had the house elf’s bring her a snack. She looked down at the paper and ran a hand through her dark locks. Blowing her bangs out of her eyes she sighed softly. She was getting nowhere with this, and she needed help. Minnie had read through the newer transfiguration texts, and had adjusted her lesson plans but her examinations weren’t going quite as easy.

Minnie stood slowly and rubbed the back of her neck gently before picking up her thin outer robes. The castle was still drafty despite the heat that was outside; she was surprised no one ever caught cold, but considering that it was a magical castle with dozens of diligent house elves, it was kept warm enough. Donning the garment she picked up her papers and slid them into the folder before walking silently from her office into her quarters and through the connecting door.

She had been told my Pomona that if she needed any help at all that she would need to seek out Severus, which wasn’t something that she really wanted to happen. He always seemed tense, more so when she talked to him than when she watched him. In the various staff meetings since her “arrival” she had observed he could be quite callous, and spiteful in his remarks. She knew that he had had a hard time during the war; she had been briefed of course on the events by the staff. Certain subjects were to be avoided when speaking to him. They all acted as if he had the plague, tip toeing around him. Minnie was not afraid of Snape, or his anger so she decided to make her way to his office. But just as her hand touched the door knob she heard the soft “excuse me” come from near the piano.

Turning swiftly she looked to see former Headmisstress Dilys Derwent standing in the painting. The elegant woman blinked at her softly, her head inclined and tilted ever so slightly to the right. “If you are leaving to look for Severus, you will not find him in his office. I believe at this time of the night he is usually on the astronomy tower. It is near the full moon, so I believe he is working on the memory restorative for you. “ Dilys smiled softly at her before leaning against the table that was just inside the frame.

“What makes you think I’m going to look for him?” Minnie asked softly as she walked to the piano and, placed the file on its dusty top. She sat easily on the piano bench and looked up at the painting, one of her darker brows raised elegantly.

“ Well, mainly two things dear. You talk to yourself a bit and seem to notice, and I believe if you look at the last bit of parchment that you were writing on, you might be surprised as to what you find on it. “ Dilys played with a long silver curl absent-mindedly while Minnie dug through the folder. Upon finding the parchment in question she gasped. It was covered in the snarky Potions Master’s name. She felt her eyes widen for a moment, before clearing her throat, balling up the offending paper and throwing it into the flames.

“You said he was in the Astronomy Tower?” Minnie asked picking up the folder delicately trying to hide her deep crimson flush. She turned and quietly walked out the door, not seeing the knowing smile from Dilys as she swept from the portrait.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXOXOXOOXXOXOXO

Minnie made her way to the Astronomy Tower, her folder of papers pressed gently to her chest as she walked at a brisk clip through the hallways. When she was about half way there she stopped for a moment, panting from her hurried pace. Why am I in such a hurry? If he’s making a damnable potion he will be there all night! Giving herself time to calm down, she slowed to catch her breath. Her face was still red from discovering Severus’ name written all over the paper. Why had she done that? Perhaps it was because she was thinking about him. Shaking herself a little bit, she pushed thoughts of Severus away and thought about her upcoming date with Kingsley. The mere thought brought a smile to her face. and she bit her lip a little to contain the giggle that rose in her.

Her dinner with the minister had gone quite well, and the evening had ended with a sweet and gentle kiss just outside of her new quarters. It had been that same kiss which had kept her awake when Severus had found her playing the piano. It still embarrassed her to no avail, and she felt the heat rise in her cheeks just thinking about it. Music had always been a part of her life, and she had played the piano a great deal prior to meeting Winston. But Winston didn’t care for music so she had given it up.

Now that he was gone she played as much as she could. Anytime she felt overwhelmed, filled with rage, or just extremely sad she played. But she only sang, when she was happy. Running a hand through her hair, she pushed her bangs out of her face and continued on her way.

It didn’t take her very long to finish the journey to the tower; she all but ran her way up the stairs to the top. But when she reached it she froze suddenly then hid behind a pillar. Leaning around it she looked at Snape, watching him silently. He was cutting herbs, and other objects. Occasionally he would stop and stir the cauldron, or run a long fingertip along the page of a book as he read its contents. She stood absolutely still, clutching at the file for dear life, praying that he didn’t see her, it was then she heard him.

He was humming ever so quietly, and did so for a few moments before he began to sing. The sound caused her mouth to fall open in pure unadulterated shock. He was singing the same song that he had over heard her singing. His rumbling baritone filled the air, the melody washing over her as the moon lit the top if the tower, its light filtering in, and casting silver beams on top the snarky Potions Master.

He stopped for a moment and stood rigid before walking to the other side of the table and flipping through a few pages in a book. After a minute or two of reading he stopped and glanced up, a small smirk lingering on his lips. “You may emerge from your hiding spot, if you please.” He never looked directly at her, but she knew he had more than likely smelled her perfume. It had been a gift from the Minister; she wasn’t too fond of the scent but thought it best to not to complain. It was a gift after all.

She sighed and pressed her forehead to the cool stone of the pillar for a moment before finally emerging to find him smirking in amusement. The look he had on his face made her want to punch him in the face. In all honesty, she probably should have, but instead she walked to the table and dropped quite unceremoniously onto the stool that had been pulled from underneath the workstation. Seeing only one spot on the table that was uncluttered, she placed the file she’d brought with her there before crossed her legs and looking up at him pointedly.

“So, what is it that you do so secretly, sir?” she asked with an arched brow, her brogue coming through heavily due to aggravation. “If it is a secret at all.” She added softly.

“It is no Secret, Minerva. I am attempting to make a potion that will restore your memory. This, in itself, is quite difficult as the majority of memory potions are designed to remove memories. I am trying to reverse that effect. Manipulating these ingredients is, as you see, quite intricate and dangerous. That being the main reason that I am doing my experimentations here, and not in my personal lab; recent repairs to my lab alone were extensive enough, or so I have been told.” He said this all without even looking up at her.

Minnie watched him entranced by his movements, the quickness of his long fingered hand, the way his long hair fell like a curtain around his face, the way his lips would form the calculations he was working in his head. She was so deep in thought that she nearly screeched when he finally spoke again, his deep voice pulling her briskly from her reverie.

“If you please madam, do stop staring at me and tell me what it is you wanted, because I know you wanted something.” Minnie could tell his curiosity was piqued as his eyes flicked berifly to the ominous folder she had brought with her. His dark eyes moved to look at her as he counted the counter-clockwise stirs he was making with the glass stirring rod.

“Well, Severus---“ she began but was interrupted as he held up his hand.

“I do not believe I ever gave you permission to call me by my Christian name.” he all but snapped at her.

“I do not need your permission, Professor! If it had not been for me, you wouldn’t be alive! I may not remember doing it, but I did it just the same, therefore any qualms you have are null and void. Understand now?” She spat the words at him.

If looks could kill they both would be dead. The tension hung thick in the air before he shook his head slowly and pulled out his wand. Casting a quick statis charm on his cauldron he summoned a stool. Pushing his robes out behind him so he wouldn’t sit on them, he raised a brow gently at her and looked her over in what Minnie thought was a somewhat more gentle appraisal.

He cleared his throat and began again. “What is it that you need my assistance with? Pomona told me to make myself available if you need help. So tell me what you need, so I can go back to my- no your- potion.” he said it in a patronizingly sweet manner. The words seemed nice enough, but it was quite clear to Minnie that he wanted nothing more than to banish her from his sight.

“I need some assistance with the final essay exam for the seventh years; it will be the last I give before their NEWTS. It’s just not coming out right. I know what I want the questions to be about, but I cannot seem to word the questions correctly. “She finished quietly. Opening the file folder she rose slowly and walked to stand beside him, placing a few sheets of parchment there she spoke again. “You see just there?” She leaned in front of him and motioned to one of the questions at the bottom of the page. “It’s just not flowing right, I don’t want to give them to much information but I cannot seem to word it correctly otherwise. “ She sighed in exasperation, blissfully unaware of how her breast was pressing against his arm, of the smirk that Severus was hiding behind the curtain of his hair.

He cleared his throat and picked up a quill and began to scribble on the page. After a minute or two of writing he looked up and handed the parchment to her, amusement clear in his eyes. When she read it her brows furrowed deeply and let the parchment fall to the floor. Emotion clear on her face a moment before her hand came out and struck him with a resounding slap.

“You, miserable, hateful, spiteful, bastard! How dare you! I may not be the woman that you thought you knew, but I will be damned before you speak to me in that fashion or infer anything of that manner to me again! The rest of the staff may tip-toe around you, but I am not afraid of you! In fact! Just go fuck yourself Severus!” Tears of anger burned her eyes but she wasn’t going to let him see her cry. She spun quickly and moved to grab the folder, as she did her foot got caught in the leg of the stool and began to fall.

Moving quickly Severus caught her. Their mutual shock as more than obvious, but what was more of a shock for him was how close she was, pressed gently against him, their faces mere inches apart. His dark eyes searching her blue ones, her breathing had hitched for a moment and his eyes focused on her mouth a second before the tower door opened and The Minister for Magic swept through. Of course by the time he reached them Severus had gone back to his potion and Minnie was scribbling furiously on the piece of parchment, as if nothing had happened.

Kingsley looked from Minnie to Severus and back, and just before he opened his mouth Severus spoke. “The key Minerva, in any good essay question, is to give them the answer, but doing so in a fashion that isn’t obvious to them. For example, asking a question that is more of statements, only to have them reiterate the same information in a different manner.” The Potion’s Master turned to look at her. “It is merely a matter of wording.”

Minnie nodded and scribbled more then looked up smiling at Kingsley. “Hello Kingsley! I wasn’t expecting you tonight! What brings you here?” Minnie asked innocently as she hopped off the chair and walked softly to Kingsley, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Kingsley smiled down at her but slid an arm around her protectively, while looking at Severus. “I thought I might surprise you with a moonlight picnic next to the lake.” Severus merely shook his head and kept working on his potion, but Minnie beamed brightly.

“That sounds lovely! Just let me gather my papers and we can go.” She stepped backwards carefully and grabbed her things, quickly turning to go, but before she walked away she turned and said a quick thank you to Severus.

XOXOXOXOXOOOXXOOXO

They had been gone no longer than a minute or two when Severus cast another Stasis charm and sat down on the stool once more. His head in his hands, he closed his eyes and the let out a long stream of profanity and a rare smile as the firs drops of rain began to pour.
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