When Mary emerged from the portrait hole, Severus couldn't quite repress the hitch in his breath and the sudden chill followed by warmth spreading throughout his chest that always accompanied laying eyes on her these days. But neither of those quite mitigated the other jumble of things he was feeling. Not hardly.
He nodded at her question, trying to force the scowl from his face, but he couldn't quite manage that, either. "What's going on between you and Potter?" he said in barely more than a whisper, but somehow the demanding tone was still there, all the same.