Unforgivable (A Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 17

Severus was walking on eggshells around me for the next few days. I pretended not to notice, but it actually really bothered me.

After four days of him being strangely nice to me, I snapped.

"Severus, stop it! Stop walking on eggshells around me! Go back to being the rude, sarcastic person I know and love! If you are nice to me one more time during Christmas holiday, I swear I will turn everything you own a bright pink, and you won't be able to change it back!" He stopped and started at me.

"I had no idea that kindness made you angry. I'm sorry." He kissed my cheek and walked out of the room. I exited his quarters and walked through the halls until I found an empty classroom. It looked to be an unused one, and it didn't look like it was going to be used any time soon. All the desks and chairs were pushed against one wall, and the windows had been covered with a thin layer of dust, much like everything else in the room.

This looked to be the perfect room for hiding in. Unless, of course, Peeves finds me here, in which case I'll have to find a new hiding spot.

I took out my wand to clear the dust, but put it back, and left to find one of Filch's closets. Luckily for me, there was one directly across the corridor.

I went in quietly and brought out a feather duster, a broom and dust pan, a ladder, and a waste basket. I would clean that room top to bottom before Christmas Day!

I began to dust from the top of the room, getting everything around near the ceiling, and started working my way down.

It took me most of the day to dust everything, but I did it and swept the entire floor, using magic only to remove the desks from the room. I had sent them to another empty classroom - or the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. I could never quite get that spell right. Oh well.

After sweeping, I put everything I borrowed back and looked at the time on my watch. Almost midnight?!? I turned into a cat and bounded down to the dungeons, making my way to Snape's quarters. I meowed loudly and scratched at the door. He opened it and picked me up with a frown on his face.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" I meowed at him and flipped over so he was holding me like a baby.

Then I turned into my normal self in his arms. I guess I did the spell wrong, though.

He ended up holding me bridal style, alright, but there was one small problem.

Where were my clothes?

"Uh..." I started. This was so awkward. "I was cleaning and then I turned into a cat so I wouldn't get caught, and I did the spell wrong so now I'm naked..."

"I can see that you're naked, Posey," he said, getting flustered. "But why were you cleaning?"

"I found an old empty classroom and it looked like a good hiding place, so I cleaned it up." He still hadn't set me down.

"Alright."

"Can you put me down now? Preferably near something I can cover myself with?"

"Fine," he sighed, carrying me into his room and putting me on the bed. He gave me a longing look before shaking his head and leaving the room.

I ran and grabbed his bathrobe, threw it on, and walked out to sit with him on the sofa.

"Christmas is in a couple days," I commented. He had his eyes shut and was resting his head on the back of the couch. He opened one eye.

"I don't celebrate Christmas."

"Okay then, Mr. Grinch." I snuggled up to him and sighed. I picked up a book that he had been reading. Shakespeare? Alright. That's an idea.

"Would you care to join me in Hogsmead tomorrow?" He asked.

"I would love to, Professor," I teased. "What do you have in mind?"

"A bit of fresh air would do you some good, and I don't mean the fresh air you get on the astronomy tower."

"Alright. In the morning, we'll head out." I rested my head in his lap and opened the book to read it. The Taming of the Shrew wasn't my favourite, but I needed something to read.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked a few minutes later.

"Not really. You?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you asking if I'm tired?"

"Seeing you today... It renewed my hope that things can go back to normal."

"I thought they had." He sighed.

"I mean, back to before you knew and I knew about what happened to you in the asylum."

"Don't talk about it, Sev. It ruins the mood." He chuckled and took the book from me.

"Alloweth us wend into the bedroom and has't some excit'ment?" Was he seriously trying to seduce me with Shakespearean language?

Because it was working.

"If you keep talking like that, I'll have to, my dear Severus," I replied, pulling him down for a kiss.