The Wall In The Middle
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Written for a request by 'IWishICouldSleep'. This is for you, Aafro-chan!
Severus Snape, a first year, half-blood, newly-sorted Slytherin hurriedly made his way through the corridors of Hogwarts. It was his first Potions class and he was late. Even though he had set up his alarm clock (magical) to be half an hour early than the other students, it seemed as if things wouldn't go easy for him here. His so-called 'roommates' had sabotaged his belongings and it had taken him almost an hour to find them all. And all that just because he was a half-blood.
And now, he was a quarter of an hour late. He even had to skip breakfast to get to the Potions class in time and, as his luck would have it, he had got lost in the maze of corridors of his school.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, I'm gonna be late and then the professor's not gonna allow me to some inside and then I'm gonna fail in Potions and I'll never get to be a Potions master and I'll fail horribly in life and…" he muttered under his breath, trying to find his way.
Suddenly, he bumped into a wall. In the middle of a corridor. And now all his books were scattered. Blinking confusedly, he looked up at what he had named in his mind, 'The-wall-in-the-middle-of-the-corridor', only to have his eyes widen in shock as he looked at the seventh year Slytherin Prince, Lucius Malfoy, standing with all his glory in front of him. Cold silver eyes looked down at him, making him feel no better than the stone he was sitting upon.
"Ah…Sorry for that…" Severus muttered, lowering his coal-black eyes down. The seventh year looking down at him somehow made him feel extremely nervous; as if he was inspecting him or something.
"Eh?" he blinked as he found a hand in front of his face, apparently helping him to get up. Cautiously, he took the warm hand offered to him, surprised to find that it was soft. Helping himself up, he started to pick up his books and was surprised when he saw another pair of hands helping him.
Gathering all his books hastily, he took the offered books handed to him by Lucius before muttering a quick, "Thank you." And making his way out from there.
"You're going the wrong way. The potions class is to the second corridor on my right." He heard a cold voice address him and he looked up shocked. Why was Lucius Malfoy so nice to him? It made no sense. He was supposed to be the Prince of Slytherin: Untouchable, unapproachable and cold while Severus was just a first year – not even a pureblood, a no one.
"…why are you helping me?" Severus finally got the courage to ask, looking directly into the Malfoy heir's eyes.
"You need to figure that out yourself. You're a Slytherin, aren't you?" Lucius replied, smirking at him and going ahead, ruffling Severus' hair while passing by, leaving a horribly blushing and confused first-year behind.
"Shit! I'm late!"
The End!