Title-The Dueling Club
Pairing-LockhartxSnape, Snape POV
A/N—I started writing this little fic a long time ago and then decided to start edits instead of finishing it. I promise I'll finish soon. For now, enjoy sporadic updates. Review or PM me if you feel like spurring me into action. Let me know if you see any spelling/grammar. It's hard to check on this system.
Disclaimer-I do not own anything. All rights to JK Rowling, etc. Don't sue me.
Warning-T for slash (malexmale), drinking, adult themes. Rating may go up if I feel up to a lime/lemon. I also apologize for the first person POV. Personally, I hate it. No idea what I was thinking when I did it. Also, apologies for OOC.
xSsxGLx
So he wanted a duel did he? Oh, I'd give him a duel. I did not fear the "mighty" Gilderoy Lockhart, despite his myriad of alleged accomplishments. Banished a banshee? Let him try to banish a Potions Master such as myself.
Last Thursday, Gilderoy was shooting his mouth off in the Staff Lounge as per usual when Filius tried to intervene.
"Well, Gilderoy," he squeaked. "If you're so keen on a Dueling Club, of course I should be delighted to assist."
Filius was known throughout the English wizarding community as a brilliant duelist. Gilderoy stammered he shouldn't like to inconvenience the gentleman and looked around hopelessly for a saviour.
Everyone looked away pointedly or began fiddling around. I watched with amusement as the blonde fop floundered before Minerva spoke up.
"Perhaps Severus will concede to lending a hand, Professor Lockhart," she said. I sneered at her, wondering at her motive. "I'll even take over your detentions," the Transfiguration teacher added, looking to me.
I sighed and said, "If it means so much to everyone, I will help this once."
Gilderoy looked overjoyed and flew to my side, blathering on about needing to plan and would I mind coming to his office, say 8 o' clock on Tuesday for such planning? etc. ad nauseum.