RP: Something's amiss... Date: 6th March, year two Characters: Hermione and Severus Location: Her house, after this. Warnings: Sexual content, yo! Public/Private: Private Summary: Sev is a bit weirded out, after Dumbles kissed him. Status: Incomplete
He hadn't the first clue that Dumbledore might have been gay. Not before today, that was. Granted, the Headmaster had always been fond rather of garish colors when it came to his clothing choices, but Severus liked to ignore stereotypes, as a rule, as they were not, by and large, exceptionally subtle. And he was a big fan of subtlety. Far be it from him to conclude that a man who enjoyed knitting would necessarily be light in the loafers, as well. But it appeared, at least in this case, that the stereotypes were spot on.
Of course, the fact that Dumbledore had been on the high side of eighty before he'd ever met him largely contributed to his lack of speculation regarding the Headmaster's sexual proclivities. Not to mention, he did not, as a rule, inquire as to the personal lives of his fellow members of staff, and not only because that might in turn lead to questions regarding his. It simply wasn't any of his business, as far as he was concerned. But in one fell swoop, Dumbledore had rather made it his business, hadn't he? And Severus couldn't say that he hadn't preferred remaining in the dark, for once.
After closing the apothecary, he made his way to Hermione's house immediately, a swirl of strange emotions roiling inside of him. Not that he was in any danger of reciprocating the attraction. In fact, that was probably the only thing he was certain of, at the moment. He didn't mind that Dumbledore was gay; it didn't make him think less of the man, though really -- could he think less of him? Somehow, he didn't think so. What was worrying him at this precise moment, however, was had he done anything to lead the Headmaster on?
He had been curt at best, nasty at worst, and yet ... well, that had only led Dumbledore to think he'd been a scorned and bitter ex. But now he thought about it, the jealousy he'd undoubtedly displayed when Hermione had made Dumbledore dinner could have been misinterpreted. Or at least the object of his jealousy could have. So that much made sense, he supposed. Still, it was with a slightly shaking hand that he rapped on Hermione's door. He just felt off, wrong, and a bit guilty, if he were being entirely honest. Having sympathy for Dumbledore wasn't a feeling that he was especially used to, and he didn't like it at all.