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Summary: Nothing but a PWP that was cut short because of rules.. so I'm giving a link if anyone so desires to copy paste and figure out how to get to the page on their own and read the whole thing as it stands.
A/N I love this character but nothing I write will ever do him any justice -cries- Okay, since I cannot post links here, in my profile I'll have a link to another archive where the whole story in PWP glory will be uploaded. If you don't care about that then be my guest, don't read the sex part on the other site.
6:45 pm, Leaving from the Library, Fifth year, December 17th 1967.
Rule number one: Never trust another person.
Rule number two: Hide your emotions.
Rule number three: Be careful who you make friends with.
Rule number four: In fact don't make friends at all.
Rule number five: Trust your instincts and don't let others manipulate you.
Rule number six: Actually manipulate them to your needs and desires.
Rule number seven: Never forget any minute little detail while scheming.
Rule number eight: One mistake could very well get you found out, so avoid if possible.
Rule number nine: Don't fall for someone; love only complicates life.
Rule number ten: Never tell a personal thing about yourself to anyone.
They're petty rules that the Slytherins like to call the ten basic codes, most students don't know what they are other then Slytherins nor do they understand the importance of them. Potter wouldn't get it if he was asked what they were and he fancies himself the smartest bloke around here.
And Black might have an idea, because of his brother, but I, personally, could care less for them. Everything is an act; if I learned one thing from my father it was how to act.
I don't really know why I thought about the rules as I walked back to the common room in the dim lit corridors, but it's not that important. I should be on my guard, not thinking about stupid rules, as I walk down the halls. It's never safe for Severus Snape when Potter and Black are feeling like creating havoc again.
Tonight is like all the other nights I spend at Hogwarts during the week before Christmas. Eat supper, go to the library to work on my Dark Arts essay, and then go back to the common room. I won't be going home for Christmas holidays, I don't want to anyways.
I walk back from the library at a slow pace, my shoes trudging against the cold stone towards the dungeons. My black robes cover my body just as my greasy hair covers my face; I never get the chance to get my hair cut.
I don't want to get started on my homework but I have nothing else to do, there's not much for me to do seeing as most people ignore me. I don't look for their companionship, I'm much better off left to my own devices.
As soon as a turn a corner, though, something is thrown right in my face and I hear the laughter of Potter and Black. One would think they'd learn to grow up and leave me the hell alone, but the egocentric ones can't do that.
Heaven forbid they act mature for once, they can't get it past their plebian heads that I just want to be left the fuck alone. Wiping off the goo they've thrown in my face, I glare at them, trying to think of a suitable curse.
"Ha, got you that time Snivellus!" Potter cries out in a victorious way. I only snarl at him and lift up my wand just in time to get hit with a body-binding curse by Black. Damn, forgot about that asshole.
I fall down to the ground stiff as a board, my robes falling out around me and splaying onto the cold ground. I cannot move or lift a finger and trying to only makes me angrier. I gaze up at the ceiling, knowing I'll be stiff for some days after this.
Potter and Black run off to leave me alone in the corridor. Someone had better get me out of this predicament soon, and then I'll go curse Black and Potter's pants with an itching spell.
"Happy dreaming, Slimy!" Black calls from down the hall, and I silently curse his name in my head as I cannot speak.
9:15 pm, Corridor leading to the Slytherin Common Room.
I'm still on the floor, still stuck down here on this goddamn floor. By now my rage is burning up inside of my head, and how I will get back at Potter and Black for this is all I can think about
I don't know how long it's been; only that it feels like forever. Soon I hear footsteps coming closer to me and I know from the range of them that they can see me. The footsteps stop and someone speaks to me finally.
"Snape, is that you?"
Oh great, it's Regulus Black. Bloody blooming perfect. Now I have the Slytherin hot shot to tell everyone how he found me on the floor and had to get me out of a body-binding curse.
If I could respond I would have told him to leave me alone, but of course I need someone to save me. "You know if I release you from that body bind," he says calmly with his arrogant tone, walking up closely and turning his head down so I can see his face peering down at me, "you'll have to give me another favour."
I can only stare up at his expensive robes, billowing slightly around him from his movements. He knows I'll give him the favour he wants because I really don't have a choice here. I know he knows what I'm under, and he's only smirking down at me.
"Cat got your tongue?" he asks, smirking down at me. If only I could scream at him and curse him without getting expelled. I wouldn't have to do so many 'favours' while expelled, and he wouldn't think of me as a damn toy.
"I'll release you, but you know the price." he tells me, lifting his wand out of his robes and pointing it down at me. Of course I know the price, you bastard. Another damn lust potion is coming up, even though they are illegal.
Regulus murmured the spell down at me, and I felt my limbs become my own again. I sat up and got off the floor quickly, picking up my wand and looking straight at the older boy. "I suspect you want another lust potion for some girl… I can get it to you in three days." I told him.
"I don't want a potion."
"Then what do you want?" I snap at him, my greasy hair falling in front of my face but I don't bother to shove it behind my ears. I am a little stiff from the spell, and my limbs are greatly protesting the quick movement by sending small pangs up my nervous system.
"Take a shower." he tells me, and I can only look at him as if he is a giant from the mountains. I don't really care what he thinks of my greasy hair, I shower once a week and am just fine with that.
"And that will bring you satisfaction, why?" I ask him with a calculating stare. I know he's up to something, but the way he's standing as his wonderful posture suggests nothing but a calm boy.
"You'll find out after you have a shower." he says smugly, walking past me with a superior air about him. My curiosity does not over ride my cautions, though. He wants something from me and there is always the possibility he has decided to hex me in the showers.
It has never happened to me before, but he is a Black after all. He's Black's brother; they might pretend they're not brothers, but I know that little bit of information much to Black's discomfort.
I start picking up my feet and walking down the darkened corridor, not really following Regulus as I have a different destination then he does, but the Slytherin common room and showers are close together in the same direction.
I'll take a shower but I will be on my guard through it all. I can't afford to let my guard down so stupidly again like I did earlier.
10:30 pm, Slytherin Common Room
The common room holds no one but Regulus Black in it when I get back from the showers. He's sitting cattily on one of the green chairs, looking me up and down with his clear blue eyes.
I don't see what he's staring at, I'm in another set of plain black robes. My nose is hooked, my eyes are a colourless black, and my hair is long and stringy, even when washed. I'm deathly pale from never going out in the sun, which I personally hate.
I'm no beauty, just like my mother was no beauty. "I took a shower, now what do you want?" I snap at him, watching him warily. He hasn't hexed me yet so now I am really clueless as to what he's up to.
He grins at me, and I can almost see why girls fall for that smile. It doesn't really matter to me why people are hormone-driven, though. I don't get why anyone would ever want to be with another stupid person who only seems to make them more miserable then normal.
I can't count the number of times I've heard someone bitching and moaning about their partner, and every time it annoys me a little bit more. You'd think they could take a hint that if someone doesn't make you happy then you don't stick around them for very long.
Regulus motions for me to come closer with his large hands, reminding me he is two years older then I am. I stay put near the common room's entrance, my feet pressed firmly on the ground, ready to back out if he tries anything involving a spell on me as practice for someone he doesn't like.
"You know, Snape, you don't want me to tell anyone about what my younger brother did to you tonight, do you?" he asks me, grinning slyly up at me. I know he's up to something and I just wish I could figure out what it was before anything bad happens.
"Who said it was your brother?" I spit back in his face, crossing the stone floor across the couches towards the one he's seated at. Around us the green lamps hung up above our heads burn eerily and the fire in the fireplace to my left is burning low.
"Who else would it have been?" he retorts, looking slightly annoyed about how I'm not getting to the point and I'm dancing around what he wants from me. Although he has a point there, who else other then Black and Potter hate me enough to bind my body and leave me on the floor for someone to find?
Fine, I'll buy into his little game for tonight, and only tonight. I approach him slowly, looking down at him as he looks back up at me. I don't smile even though he's grinning at me like a cat that's caught a fish; I never had much use for smiling.
"Stop playing a cat mouse game." I tell him simply, and he grabs onto my sleeve and pulls me down into his lap. I can feel his erection through his robes, and I have no clue why the hell he would do this with me of all people.
"Fine, you let me do whatever I want with you for tonight, keep your mouth shut tight and we'll be even." he whispers in my ear. I'm sitting on him, hardly looking phased but I don't look interested either. His hands wrap around me and I let them, not sure what I should do.
I understand what he means, I'm not homosexual, but I'm not heterosexual either. Either way I never planned on being in this situation, but if it means Regulus will keep his mouth shut I'll do whatever he wants for this one night alone.
So I turn around in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck, looking at him pointedly in my acceptance. His smile brightens and his blue eyes catch a light in them as he tightens his hands around my waist and brings me closer to him.
1:00 am, Seventh Year Boys Dormitory
I'm still in Regulus' bed even though we already had sex about an hour ago. It had felt good, yes, even though his dick felt weird up my arse with the lubricant he used on me. I have to say if I had a choice I wouldn't bottom but it wasn't really left up to me.
The green drapes around the bed hide the scene on Regulus' bed, and the silencing charm has by now lifted from the dark green curtains. Regulus is on one side of the bed that faces his dorm mates, his body half covered by the silver covers.
I think it's to keep the other boys in the room from seeing me if they try to look through the drapes, although I have no clue why they would do that.
He's lying on his tanned back, his skin contrasting with the silver sheets that seem to match my pale skin so well. His dark nipples have caught my attention for some unknown reason, as I really don't think I'm attracted to him at all.
The silver sheets are covering his naked regions while I lay on my stomach, the sheets pulled up all the way up to my neck. I don't want one inch of myself revealed, even though Regulus kissed every inch of my pale skin with a passion I'd never known.
My ass is sore, and my un-worked limbs ache from being stiff and the exertion I just put them through. Regulus had me put my legs over his shoulders while he entered me, and that had been a feat for me as it hurt my back and legs.
But I managed it, and in the morning I'll be gone from this lavished and comfortable bed to my own. No one would know what I did with Regulus Black, but it's okay if Black finds out.
Black will be horrified to know his brother enjoyed every moment fucking me, so if I'm lucky he'll kill himself out of shame that his brother likes ugly, slimy, gits. But for now I'll put this act behind me, it's not like this was meant to mean anything to us.