Severus Snape and the Cauldron of Sin
Chapter One
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No one had changed over the summer. Except for Colin who had turned Goth and Hermione's bosom, which had started heaving at appropriate intervals.
It was Monday morning on their first day of Year 7 and the trio were lamenting double potions and the fact that Hermione's parents had recently died in a freak dental drill accident. Hermione was silent as she contemplated the murky dregs of her cup of tea. She didn't notice Harry and Ron as they abused Snape to each other, while Harry sent covert and covetous glances to the Slytherin table.
In due course they made their way to the potions dungeon where Snape swooped in and proceeded to lecture the class menacingly on the NEWTs. With an indecently pleased expression on his greasy face, Snape declared their partnerships for the year.
"Nott, Thomas...Malfoy, Potter...Granger, Weasley.."
Hermione gave an inner sigh of resignation when she was partnered with Ron. Although he was one of her dearest friends, his intellectual stamina, especially when it came to potions, was rather lacking. She wanted someone who could both challenge and stimulate her as a partner, whereas Ron would leave everything he could to her…
Oblivious to her internal musings Ron announced with great hopefulness and even greater trepidation.
"Did it hurt?
Hermione, deep in thought, did not hear. .
Ron repeated hopefully, "That is, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
"What?" She snapped, returning to reality.
"Nothing" he replied, crestfallen.
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Across the dungeon Harry and Draco stood stiffly, occasionally directing a venomous glare at the other. The sexual tension was palpable.
"So," said Harry nastily "How's your death eater-scum father doing? Enjoying Azkaban is he?"
Draco went red and looked down. "I wouldn't know. I haven't been in contact with my father."
Harry instantly regretted his comment but then his face hardened. This was Draco, he reminded himself, who was his arch-enemy; now that Voldemort was dead, defeated by his own experimental cookery. The wizarding worlds had concurred, after the initial surprise, that this was a fitting, if somewhat anticlimactic, end for the dark lord and had since gotten on with things.
After a moment of awkward silence Harry grudgingly opened his textbook and turned to Draco.
Dra-M-Malfoy, you want to start?" He tried to sound manly and heterosexual.
Draco nodded and the pair rolled up their sleeves and got to work.
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Meanwhile Snape prowled around the room, stalking amongst the students. Looming over Hermione's shoulder he frowned as his cavernous nose detected a strange and alluring aroma.
"Miss Granger," he sneered "what on Earth possessed you to add vanilla to your potion?"
"Er… but Professor, I haven't." Hermione blushed. "It must be my perfume that you smell."
His lip curled in what could have been disgust. "To impress Weasley, I presume? Well you needn't bother. With your…'lineage' I'm sure a family such as the Weasleys' will have some…use for you." He said silkily.
Ron gave a strangled cry of outrage at this but Hermione placed a calming hand on his wrist and shot him a look of warning. Ron's focus shifted to the delicate, warm hand resting just above his own, mouth hanging open slightly. Hermione, realising the position she was in, quickly returned her appendages to her potions work and reddened slightly.
"20 points each from Gryffindor for inappropriate behaviour. Now get back to your Intoxication Draught before its detention. Separately." Snape drawled before he stalked to his desk at the front of the classroom, bottling his body's urge to betray his embarrassment. Seating himself behind his desk he started marking his 3rd Years' essays with savage red scratches. Try as he might, he could not concentrate. Wafts of vanilla ensnared his mind and befuddled his senses. With one last vicious cross, he banished unwelcome thoughts from his mind.
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"Potter, cut those nettles finer, unless you want to die an agonising death when you test it. No wait, on second thoughts, cut them thicker." Draco smirked.
Harry glared at him.
"It won't be me testing it, Malfoy. What gave you that impression? So just leave me alone and concentrate on your own work." Harry bestowed him with one last glare and started to cut his nettles finer.
Draco was measuring poppy seeds and carefully stirring them into the potion. Harry suddenly noticed how different Draco looked when the smug smirk no longer graced his features. When he concentrated it was entirely absent; he looked earnest and calm and strangely attractive. As Harry suddenly realised what he had just thought he slipped and cut his finger. He cursed, looking at it. The cut wasn't too bad but it was bleeding a little. He put his finger in his mouth but someone pulled it out.
"Stupid Gryffindors can't even handle a knife." Muttered Draco. He cradled Harry's injured hand in his own and took out his wand. He tapped the injured digit gently and in an instant the wound was gone.
Harry gaped. "You can do non-verbal spells?" He asked, impressed in spite of himself.
Draco, looking smug, still cradled Harry's hand.
"It's not that hard, Potter."
"I can change that" Harry blurted out.
The silence that followed this was eloquent and excruciating.
Luckily it was broken almost immediately as Neville's cauldron exploded spraying an intoxicating potion over the entire class.
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Within minutes the previously orderly class had degenerated into a half-drenched teenage soiree. Someone had procured some loud music; Neville and Pansy Parkinson were attempting to waltz over the desktops; Ron was attempting to prove his manliness by challenging various people to arm-wrestling matches; previously uninhabited dark corners were now inhabited by lusty pseudo-strangers.
Harry stared at Draco for a moment with a heated gaze that made Draco's skin tingle. Then he abruptly turned to the desk and swept half-prepared ingredients and quills alike to the floor. Turning back to Draco he grabbed him by the front of his drenched and now transparent shirt and shoved him down onto the desk. Straddling the Blond boy, Harry gripped his tie and roughly pulled up his head to ravage his mouth with his tongue. Draco's initial shock quickly faded and he threaded his hands in Harry's hair to pull him closer, knocking his glasses askew. An animalistic sound welled from deep inside him.
Snape viewed the chaos before him with deep displeasure which quickly graduated to complete outrage. Something had gone wrong but he couldn't quite recall what. He realised that nothing really mattered anymore. Not the students or the school, not the love for his lost flame-haired doe. He looked up from beneath the curtains of his greasy hair. A vanilla scent reached his rather dashing hooked nose. He smiled a dirty smile with his erotically charged lips. There was nothing like good old self-destructive behaviour to punish himself for his past indiscretions, and nothing said self-destruct like a vanilla-scented, inexperienced student for him to deflower. Getting up from his desk, he strode purposefully towards Miss Granger, a predatory look in his dark, sexy eyes.
She stood by herself, twirling a bushy curl around a finger and giggling at Ron's antics. Snape lowered his mouth to her ear and breathed "Follow me" to her in a low growl.
Meanwhile most of the students were wet, some in more ways than one. Seamus and Dean were half-dressed in a corner; Pansy was now splayed across Neville who was looking both positively terrified and dreadfully cheerful at this turn of events. Ron was losing to Millicent Bulstrode in what appeared to have escalated into a jelly-wrestling match, without the jelly. If anyone had stood outside the door at that moment they would have heard roars of laughter, sounds of breakages and intermittent moans, mostly emanating from Harry and Draco.
Both boys had at some point lost their shirts and were unaware of anything but each other and the way their bodies were entwined. Draco's mouth left Harry's and travelled down his neck, occasionally leaving teeth marks. Harry giggled lustfully.
Draco repeated the action and Harry giggled, and took off his pants.
At that moment an American transfer student walked in gracefully. Her name was Chlamydia Unicorn-Breath SuperEmo Black-Lupin. Her long shiny badger hair swayed in the nonexistent breeze. As the long lost daughter of Black and Lupin from their 'wild years', she had been shipped off to America where, after a spate of cutting herself, she had gotten over her feelings of abandonment and become a super-witch and animagus. Everyone turned to her before an unfortunate dental drill accident occurred leaving a bloody mess upon the dungeon floor. People turned back to their original activities.
Meanwhile Snape led an increasingly worried Miss Granger to Filch's office. Upon finding it empty...
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