The doors to the Great
Hall flew open.
"Severus, how could you?" McGonagall screamed,
whilst following a striding Snape up the center isle.
"How could
I what Minerva?" He replied smirking, as they reached the head
table.
"You bloody well know what!" McGonagall shrieked and a
few first years nearby giggled as she swore. A smoldering gaze was
sent their way as McGonagall turned back to Snape.
Dumbledore
stood up puzzled, "Minerva dear, what are you talking
about."
"Relations! Albus, Severus is having inappropriate
relations!" McGonagall replied fuming. Dumbledore
chuckled.
"Minerva, Severus is a grown man, he is able to have
relations with whomever…"
"With a student!" McGonagall
interrupted by shrieking. Gasps entered the hall and Dumbledore
turned gravely to McGonagall.
"Do you have some proof? Anything
that may prove he is guilty, for I believe that one is innocent until
proven guilty, you know that Minerva."
"Proof," McGonagall
said in disbelief and her mouth retained its stiff line expression as
per usual, "Oh I have proof all right, a students school-robe and
house tie were strewn about on the sofa." Everyone turned to look
at Snape who was smirking slightly.
"And you didn't think they
might be Draco's? You know I am his god-father Minerva, it is only
logical that he would visit me and treat my quarters like a laundry
room." Snape replied with a smirk, he glanced to the Slytherin
table, where he saw Draco about to get up to clarify that. Just as
Draco was about to speak, McGonagall interrupted him.
"Yes, and
we all know that Draco Malfoy, hailed prince of Slytherin wanders
around the castle in the Gryffindor uniform." She bit this last
comment out sarcastically. Snape blanched and cursed under his
breath. Dumbledore sighed in defeat.
"Do you have anything to
say for yourself Severus?" Snape just smirked indifferently.
"Just
the fact that if Minerva here didn't stick her nose in the business
of others, then no one would have been any the wiser and we would
only have had to keep it a secret for a little while longer."
Gossip filled the hall at this biting remark when people realized
that Snape wasn't denying dating a student. Dumbledore however
sighed deeply, he was about to loose one of his most favored
teachers.
"I have to ask, Severus, Who was it?"
"Pfft.
Like I'd actually tell you, do none of you have any sense of
privacy?" Severus replied adamant that he would not give any
information.
"Very well then, Minerva do you have any idea who
it may be?" asked Dumbledore, turning to Professor McGonagall.
McGonagall fiddled with her hands restlessly and Snape just cleared
is throat and smirked when she looked at him. 'Well' she thought
and huffed 'if he expects me to give him an answer then so be it'.
Her face set into that of someone with a lot of determination. She
turned to Dumbledore and started to reply;
"The size of the robe
indicates that the student is either in their sixth or seventh year,
more likely to be the seventh. And the shape …" she trailed off.
Dumbledore queried,
"What about the shape?"
"Yes
McGonagall, What about the shape?" Severus repeated with a large
smirk on his face. McGonagall looked flustered.
"The shape of
the robe indicated that the student was a male." She finished
flushed. Silence loomed over the hall and then suddenly Ron Weasley
shouted.
"Snape's GAY!?" Snape gave him the
Snape-glare-of-death and quiet calmly stated;
"I may be a
homosexual Weasley, but I most certainly am not gay. Do you see me
skipping around all happy and jolly? No then I suggest you take. a.
seat."
"So Minerva," Dumbledore interrupted calmly, "You're
telling me that we are looking for a Gryffindor male in his seventh
year, who is without a tie and robe." At this comment, all eyes in
the hall traveled over to the Gryffindor table and everyone went
silent.