Disclaimer; as always..
Warning: I CAN'T SPELL!!!!!!!!!!!
"Ape!" the little voice sounded clearly in the great Hall, and everybody
silenced, and looked from the potions master to the little boy pointing
happily at the man he knew and then looked back to the usually pale and
Snape tried to look, as being called "ape" by little baby-boys was quite
normal. But the red blush in his cheeks gave him away.
"Smart kid!" Sirius smirked as Edwin had made his way to Snape and tried to
climb up on his lap.
"Yes, he is!" Snape agreed dryly, when Edwin shouted "Bad dog!" and pointed
Later that night the two youngest sons of Occotina were sleeping at last,
in temporary beds in the dorm of their older brother. And Snape was sighing
happily by the fact that he wasn't babysitting them any longer.
Bringing with him a cup of coffee, he went to the infirmary, to see if
Occotina was awake.
Relieved that Poppy wasn't there to comment why he showed so much care for
the young mother, he sneaked into the infirmary.
He hadn't thought about his feelings towards one certain young mother, he
didn't want to. He just told himself that she as one of very few friends.
Occotina was sleeping. Her dog lay in the foot-end of her bed, just wagging
its tail wh he recognized the man approaching the bed. He tiptoed to her
bed, and placed the cup of coffee at the table at the bedside. For moment
he stood still watching her, then he turned around, to walk out of the
"Professor?" her voice was weak, and sounded very sleepy. Her eyes were
still closed. She lifted her hand in his direction. "Please stay!" She
patted her hand beside herself on the mattress.
Suddenly he felt warm. Knowing nobody could see how out of character he
acted, (not good for his intimidating image) he seated himself the bedside.
She gripped his hand, and he let her do it, telling himself that it was
just because it would not be polite to not let her.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
She smiled, with her eyes still closed.
"Drowsy, I think the painkiller potion Madam Pomfrey gave me was very
He agreed, "It is, I should know, I made it. It makes you very sleepy, but
it usually wipe out the pain too."
"It did!" She said, and then she started sniffing like the dog in the end
of her bed, "strange, " she said, "it smells like coffee in here, and I'm
not talking about the dog."
"It is," Severus smiled, "I brought you a cup if you don't mind?"
"Mind?" she smiled, and opened her eyes half, "How did you become a
professor with that slow brain? When did I ever turn down a cup of
She bit her lip, "but I don't know how I'm going to drink it, I'm not able
to sit, and I'm so knocked out by the potion I don't know where my arms
begin, certainly not how to lift them!"
"I'll help you" Snape said in such a soft tone that it startled himself,
and made him look over his shoulder to be sure nobody listened.
With tenderness he never knew he possessed, he slid one arm under her
shoulders, lifting and supporting her as he held the cup to her lips with
his other hand.
She sipped the coffee, and closed her eyes in delight.
"Good?" he asked.
"Best coffee ever tasted" she said with a smile. "One usually don't get
that good coffee in this country"
She opened her eyes and met his black gaze. To answer the question in them
she continued: "My mother wasn't English you know, she taught me to make
coffee. It made me picky. Englishmen are usually bad coffeemakers, and most
wizards are even worse. But your coffee are exquisite, I'm impressed!"
"Don't be," He said brusquely, to cover ho flattered he was. "Just enjoy
He gave her another sip.
"After all, I'm a potions master, remember? I would be a bad potions maker
if I couldn't make anything simple as coffee!"
She giggled, and the sound made him nearly loose the cup.
[what is wrong with me today?] he asked himself. To distract her from
seeing how his hands were shivering, he started to tell her about her
oldest sons progress in class, and that he was sharing dorm with his
younger brothers for the occasion.
Relived she drank the coffee, and fell asleep again.
Severus slid his arm slowly away from her shoulders, trying not to wake
her, and tiptoed to the door. He turned to get a last glimpse, and the last
he saw was the dog wagging his tail at him.
Wondering why his chest felt so heavy, the potions master returned to his
A/n: Sorry for not updating, we're moving to another part of the country,
so I'm a bit busy besides, My boys have been acting all most normally
lately. Maybe I should be worried, they might be ill..