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"Severus, yoo hoo!"
Severus rolled his eyes. He turned about, only to see a beautiful, flustered blonde running after him. Oh look, Sev, you have a pretty girl chashing you. Should you be happy about this? he pondered, and then answered himself ...nope, not if its Narcissa Malfoy... she probably wants something. Something Malfoy can't give her, anyway.
Narcissa was, hands down, the most attractive girl in the slytherin house. She had long, straight, snow-blonde hair, a pale-yet-attractive skin color, ruby-red lips, and very shapely legs. It is no small wonder that she gained the... attention of the wealthy Lucius Malfoy. They seemed to be the match made in heaven to the slytherins, and were the second most popular couple in the school, next to Potter and his mudblood companion.
"Wait a second, okay?" she called, catching up with him. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at the beautiful ice-blonde beauty before him. She sighed tragically.
"Professor Peddly failed me again. Would you be able to tutor me in potions? He said if I didn't get help soon I'd have to take remedial potions, and he scares me, he smells really funny and he has that lazy eye..." she trailed off.
He surveyed her pleading look for a moment and slowly replied, "Don't give me that look, Narcissa."
She immediately pulled in her bottom lip and retorted, "You're bloody brilliant in potions, and I need all the help I can get, please..."
He narrowed his eyes at her, not really out of annoyance, but to block the image of dramatized pain she was supossedly going through. "Alright. Mondays and Thursdays, after potions class. I'll help you the best I can." Narcissa let out an ecstatic giggle and pecked him on the cheek before hurrying back to the slytherin dorms. Watching her walk away, he thought of how much help he would really be if he couldn't keep his mind on potions.
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"You're out of your league, lover-boy," drawled a deep voice behind Severus as he made his way to potions the next Thursday.
Lucius Malfoy moved in front of him, blocking his path to class. Lucius matched the typical Malfoy bloodline; the famous smirk, money to boot, and a constant attitude of superiority, which was only encouraged by his position as Quidditch captain and Seeker for the slytherin team. He had a very muscular build, due to his constant training, a commanding height at 6"3', and wavy, light-blonde hair. Most of the people around him had the sudden urge to throw flowers in his path, Severus, however, managed to get nauseated instead every time he came near.
Severus is, in fact, the exact opposite of Malfoy. He was a simple 5"3', and his sallow skin often reminded one of souring milk, matching his not-so-friendly disposition. His limp, greasy, charcoal hair was unkempt and wild, like a orphaned child in the dark alleyways of muggle London living in a cardboard box.
"Lucius, step aside, I'm late as it is." Severus hissed, stamping his foot impatiently. Lucius circled around him, never taking his eyes off the greasy mop, like a cougar stalking its prey.
"You don't have enough money for her kind, Snape. She's not interested."
Severus's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Lucius. I am preventing her from having to take Remedial Potions, and that is all. She has no love-interest in me."
Lucius grinned. "Point taken. Don't tell me you haven't thought about that cat in bed, though. I certainly do.. every time she's there with me. Ah, her smooth skin and plump lips, her silken hair covering my chest..."
Severus's lips seemed to narrow as my as his eyes, making his large nose appear to grow alarmingly. "I had no idea you were a poet, Lucius. I will ask one last time for you to leave, unless you have bussiness to discuss with me other than your senseless afternoon shags."
Lucius and Narcissa are both fifth-years, one year older than Severus. That being the case, Lucius rarely talked to him unless he needed something. Something really important. "Well..." Lucius sounded out laboriously, "I have something to ask you, Snape. The corridor here is not the place, however, so meet me in the common room Monday after your exam."
With that, Lucius turned on his heel and headed towards his class. Severus frowned and reajusted his shoulder bag full of potions ingredients. He hurried down the dark hallway in the dungeons to potions, wondering what Lucius was up to the whole way. Marauding the Marauders, Chapter One
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"Severus, yoo hoo!"
Severus rolled his eyes. He turned about, only to see a beautiful, flustered blonde running after him. Oh look, Sev, you have a pretty girl chashing you. Should you be happy about this? he pondered, and then answered himself ...nope, not if its Narcissa Malfoy... she probably wants something. Something Malfoy can't give her, anyway.
Narcissa was, hands down, the most attractive girl in the slytherin house. She had long, straight, snow-blonde hair, a pale-yet-attractive skin color, ruby-red lips, and very shapely legs. It is no small wonder that she gained the... attention of the wealthy Lucius Malfoy. They seemed to be the match made in heaven to the slytherins, and were the second most popular couple in the school, next to Potter and his mudblood companion.
"Wait a second, okay?" she called, catching up with him. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at the beautiful ice-blonde beauty before him. She sighed tragically.
"Professor Peddly failed me again. Would you be able to tutor me in potions? He said if I didn't get help soon I'd have to take remedial potions, and he scares me, he smells really funny and he has that lazy eye..." she trailed off.
He surveyed her pleading look for a moment and slowly replied, "Don't give me that look, Narcissa."
She immediately pulled in her bottom lip and retorted, "You're bloody brilliant in potions, and I need all the help I can get, please..."
He narrowed his eyes at her, not really out of annoyance, but to block the image of dramatized pain she was supossedly going through. "Alright. Mondays and Thursdays, after potions class. I'll help you the best I can." Narcissa let out an ecstatic giggle and pecked him on the cheek before hurrying back to the slytherin dorms. Watching her walk away, he thought of how much help he would really be if he couldn't keep his mind on potions.
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"You're out of your league, lover-boy," drawled a deep voice behind Severus as he made his way to potions the next Thursday.
Lucius Malfoy moved in front of him, blocking his path to class. Lucius matched the typical Malfoy bloodline; the famous smirk, money to boot, and a constant attitude of superiority, which was only encouraged by his position as Quidditch captain and Seeker for the slytherin team. He had a very muscular build, due to his constant training, a commanding height at 6"3', and wavy, light-blonde hair. Most of the people around him had the sudden urge to throw flowers in his path, Severus, however, managed to get nauseated instead every time he came near.
Severus is, in fact, the exact opposite of Malfoy. He was a simple 5"3', and his sallow skin often reminded one of souring milk, matching his not-so-friendly disposition. His limp, greasy, charcoal hair was unkempt and wild, like a orphaned child in the dark alleyways of muggle London living in a cardboard box.
"Lucius, step aside, I'm late as it is." Severus hissed, stamping his foot impatiently. Lucius circled around him, never taking his eyes off the greasy mop, like a cougar stalking its prey.
"You don't have enough money for her kind, Snape. She's not interested."
Severus's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Lucius. I am preventing her from having to take Remedial Potions, and that is all. She has no love-interest in me."
Lucius grinned. "Point taken. Don't tell me you haven't thought about that cat in bed, though. I certainly do.. every time she's there with me. Ah, her smooth skin and plump lips, her silken hair covering my chest..."
Severus's lips seemed to narrow as my as his eyes, making his large nose appear to grow alarmingly. "I had no idea you were a poet, Lucius. I will ask one last time for you to leave, unless you have bussiness to discuss with me other than your senseless afternoon shags."
Lucius and Narcissa are both fifth-years, one year older than Severus. That being the case, Lucius rarely talked to him unless he needed something. Something really important. "Well..." Lucius sounded out laboriously, "I have something to ask you, Snape. The corridor here is not the place, however, so meet me in the common room Monday after your exam."
With that, Lucius turned on his heel and headed towards his class. Severus frowned and reajusted his shoulder bag full of potions ingredients. He hurried down the dark hallway in the dungeons to potions, wondering what Lucius was up to the whole way. Marauding the Marauders, Chapter One