Severus let out a heavy sigh, his eyes drifting off to the sleeping lump in the chair next to him.
Every small snore that left the professor, who's head was cradled in his arms on the table, was slowly inching closer to Severus' nerves. Severus despised the sounds of people snoring; and he was very close to pulling corks off the nearest wine bottles and lodging them up m/n's nostrils.
But no. He couldn't. He was at the professors table for petes sake; Albus was right there at the podium, watching over the young wizards, witches and warlocks who began to feast and chatter loudly.
As Severus continued to struggle keeping his calm, m/n let out a groan of discomfort, turning his head in his slumber. His head was now facing Severus' direction, much to his distaste.
The potions master's eyes glanced at m/n for a brief moment. He was, well, rather peaceful. Severus' eyes ran over the (s/n) professor's features, taking in the man's appearance with great detail.
By the end of it, Severus felt his cheeks become a slight warmer. He wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, and ignored it.
He couldn't help himself, and stared down at m/n again. There was definitely something about him that Severus found intriguing... Maybe it was the fact that m/n had so easily managed to fall asleep in an environment full of unbearable noise? Well, unbearable to Severus.
Severus continued to examine his colleague quietly, sneaking peeks and glances at the professor next to him. Severus then froze, feeling something gently press against his knee. He leaned back, looking under the table, and spotted m/n's leg had bumped it, now resting against it.
Severus felt his cheeks warm up even more; he was practically a tomato at this point. He scowled and moved his leg, not understanding why he was getting so flustered over a lazy little-
Severus had to stop himself.
He kept his stern expression, and decided he'd start on his lunch. It was the only way he thought of distracting himself, even if he wasn't all that hungry.
A few minutes managed to pass. Severus couldn't tell how long it had been, time wasn't something he easily kept track of. He took a sip of his goblet, then accidentally placed it down a little bit more abruptly than planned, to which the body next to him jolted.
M/n pushed himself up from the comfort of the table, and let out a few exhausted grunts. He looked around, before his sleepy gaze met Severus', who was now frowning.
“ Severus? You alright? You're redder than a beet... ”
M/n whispered, raising a brow. Severus furrowed his, and then his eyes widened in realisation. He quickly turned his head back to the table, his raven hair hiding away his embarrassed scowl.