Alice Brown - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

14~Mommy Minerva

Severus walked back and forth through his classroom in the dungeons. 

Why? Why had he saved Hermione from that stupid potion?

 Yet another confirmation that he cared about her. 

He had at least not done it intentionally. 

He stopped pacing and sat down at his desk. In a few minutes would the 3rd year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws come in. He really didn't feel like barking off a bunch of imbeciles again. He wrote in big, red letters 'Class dismissed' on a piece of parchment and pasted it with an aggressive move on the door. 

He stormed out of the room, straight to his private rooms. 

Just when he came around the corner, he saw Hermione. He quickly stepped back, out of her sight. After a minute or two, he carefully peeked around the corner. 

No one to be seen. 

He sighed and started walking again. What was wrong with him? He was acting like a child! Hiding for a student, what a failure..

 With great strides, he walked to his rooms. The few students who were on the corridors soon stepped aside when they saw their surly looking Potions Master moving in their direction. 

Severus yelled the spells he used to unlock his door and pulled it open. He walked straight to the small closet that hung at the left wall. He pulled out a bottle of Firewhisky and a glass. He sat down at the couch and stared at the flames in the fire. He watched the red and orange flames dance and create big dark shadows on the walls. He filled the glass with the whiskey and took a sip. He closed his eyes when he felt the familiar feeling of fire burning through his throat. 

He knew drinking wasn't the right way to solve your problems, but it helped him and that was all what was important. He took a few more sips before putting his glass down. 

He didn't want to be the kind of man who just walked away from his problems! He should face his problems, he should- 

His thoughts were interrupted when the fire turned green and revealed a touchy professor McGonagall. Severus turned around and rolled his eyes. Minerva's expression was one of pure worry and anger. 

Her eyes shot fire. 

"Severus!" She exclaimed.

 "Minerva!" He repeated with her tone. "There's no need to shout, I can hear you perfectly."

 She narrowed her eyes. "Don't use that tone against me, young man." She said bossy. 

Severus inwardly sighed. She always acted like she was him mum, to his annoyance. Well, of course he cared for her, and yes, he saw her as something like a mother, but he wasn't a child anymore! He was a grown man and he could make his own choices. He didn't need the firm hand of a bossy woman.

 "Mind your own business.." He grumbled. 

Minerva inhaled sharply. "Mind my own business? Mind my own business?" She rose and immediately Severus regretted what he had said. 

Making Minerva McGonagall angry was one of the most stupid things you could do. He swallowed when he thought about what happened last time when he'd challenged her. 

Minerva inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke. "Are you now finally gonna tell me what all that commotion in the Great Hall was about?" She looked at the boy - no - man, she cared for as her own son. 

He looked quite irritated and frustrated with himself. 

"What's wrong?" She asked immediately. Severus sighed  and rolled his eyes at the stupid question from the Headmistress. 

"Nothing's wrong with me." He began pacing across the room. "And about that incident, that was just a silly misunderstanding." 

Minerva frowned. "I think I have the right as Headmistress of this school to know what's going on, haven't I?" 

Severus sighed. "It's something between me, her and Draco." Minerva watched him for a few minutes. "What?" Severus snapped; he grew irritated by her staring so intensely at him. 

"I guess I have to figure this out on my own." With that she left the room, through the fireplace. 

Severus sighed, again. He was tired of today. Lucky for him, he didn't have to teach anymore today. He decided to clean his classroom; that dunderheads never left it clean. He left his chambers and walked through the hallways. He stepped into his classroom, before sighing and dropping his head in his neck.

 It was  one  big  chaos.

 "Ughh." 

He walked to a cauldron and looked into it. It was Hermione's cauldron. And she hadn't even emptied it! Her Amortentia just stood there, smoking and glistering. 

But it was perfect. And it smelled perfect. 

Okay, duh. It was Amortentia, of course it smelled perfect. 

Not that he knew how it smelled for him. He inhaled and smelled mandarins, old books and a campfire. 

He never knew he liked mandarins. 

He began cleaning up the room. After an hour (he refused to use magic when he wanted to clean something) he finally sat down. He was absolutely tired. He wanted to go to a quiet place, a peaceful place. 

His room. 

Not his private rooms, no, the 'Prince room.' It really was a good name.

 He smiled at the thought. 

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