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Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 18/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG
Author’s Notes:

If you don’t know what this is, please read this.

Despite a recent tune-up, this was written in 2001 and is not compliant with the current state of the HP universe.

Your feedback and commentary are always welcome, even for a time capsule such as this.

You can find all chapters here.

If you’re looking for slash, het, poly, Book-6 compliant Slytherin backstory please visit the recently updated Fascilis Descensus Averno a WIP written with

kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time.
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.

"You are going to have the decency to warn them that the whole school heard them carousing out there, aren't you Albus?" Minerva McGonagall asked the headmaster as she fussily shredded a scone beyond recognition.

"Now, now Minerva. It wasn't that bad."

"It certainly kept me awake."

"You didn't find it charming?" he teased her.

"Severus Snape cavorting outside my window in the middle of the night could never, ever possibly be charming."

"You really should be a little easier on him, Minerva."

"Why?"

"Because we both know, you, correctly, think that he's a decent fellow --"

"Under that attitude," she said somewhat sulkily.

"And no, I'm not going to warn them. They're adults, if their actions have consequences beyond your wrath, I'm sure they can handle it. But I also presume the rest of the school was asleep."

"What is going on with them anyway?" She asked with a bit of a gleam in her eye.

"Something that's probably less obvious to them than it is to us."

"Don't be so sure about that, Albus."

He chuckled and then followed Minerva's gaze with his own as Allosia strode into the hall with obvious enthusiasm.

"She certainly seems more, awake, than usual," he said.

The transfigurations teacher just nodded smugly.

*

"So, what are you doing with Hemrand?" Draco Malfoy asked, sidling up to his potions professor as they walked down the hall.

Severus stopped. "Has it ever occurred to you, for even a moment, that you are a student here and that I, and the other professors all deserve some degree of respect and courtesy, even if," he dropped his voice before continuing, "some of them aren't up to any wizarding standard either of us would approve of?"

"Sorry, sir, it's just, well I saw you two last night," the boy half stammered.

"What do you think you saw, Draco?" Severus asked, his voice edging into a tone that meant danger to anyone with the sense to heed it.

"Outside, flying around, hells, flirting with each other, I can only presume what happened later."

Severus grabbed Draco by the shoulders and pushed him into a wall. "First, you will make no such presumptions. Second, would you do us all a favour and think for a change? I've known Hemrand since I was 15, she's an auror," he paused to let it sink in. "Think!"

Draco made a big show of his sudden comprehension. "You're making her trust you, for purposes not obvious or beneficial to her cause?"

"Very good. Now don't mention this again. Not to me, not to her, and not to your little cronies. If it comes up with anyone else, I'll deal with it. You, need to watch and learn. You're a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake, start acting like one."

Draco swallowed. "Of course, sir."

"Now get out of my sight."

Snape let out an audible sigh as Draco ran away. Breakfast. Allosia was not going to be happy about this.

*

Severus Snape stalked into the hall with an impressive fury and Minerva gave the headmaster an "I told you so" look while everyone else just studiously ignored him.

He sat down noisily and leaned over to Allosia, whispering, "Draco saw us last night."

Allosia, startled, whipped her head around so fast that her face collided with her old friend's. She squeaked and jumped back, covering her mouth with her hand; he just snarled.

"You need to get your reflexes under control," he snapped.

She lowered her hand and reached for her tea.

"I've dealt with it, but if anyone mentions it to you tell them it was an illusion and threaten the pranksters. Act like you suspect the Weasley's."

"They're not that talented,” she protested.

"Just do as I say, and the problem will go away, all right?"

She nodded.

"And no, I am not angry with you," he said with great hostility.

He turned to face the table then, and they finished the meal in silence.