Title: Interlude the Second (Allusions to Take to Heart)
Author's Notes: Um... Interlude. I've left Peter hanging for some time. Did anyone actually notice that he was acting odd? Because I swear that that's not usual Peter. I'll update if/when I come back from camping. Oh joy.
Earlier that day, Severus Snape had finally gotten up the nerve to carry out his Fantastic Plan. It wasn't a particularly diabolical plan, per se. Perhaps a tad sinister in nature, but there was nothing demonic about it. Severus had developed a potion that was bound to get him what he wanted. To a degree. If the only way to be noticed by the one he wanted was for his love to be influenced by "other means", then so be it. Severus was sick of the cruel parody of affection he received; it was time for things to go his way. And so, Severus decided to take matters into his own hands.
He discreetly snuck over to the Gryffindor table before the other students found their way to the Great Hall. The Marauders' section was well-known, whether it was intended or not, but it was useful to those with possibly malicious intent. But not Severus, of course; he would never do anything so reprehensible. So Severus measured how much of his mind altering potion would be adequate and hastened away.
For the rest of the day, he waited for the chance to whisper in his love's ear. When they finally crossed each other's paths, Severus was slightly disappointed with the "emotion" that was being shown. The book of potions (aptly titled "The Big Booke of Potions Moste Foul and Mind-Altering") had explained how to brew and use the potion. It was astoundingly simple to use; all one had to do was give an order to the one who had ingested the potion to see the effects. But it was relatively complex to brew. Severus had no doubts in his abilities as a potions' master, but seeing no results caused him to question those abilities.
Severus decided to take a chance and try the potion out. As he walked by his love, he took a moment to whisper softly in his ear, "Visit me at seven in the dungeons." He had hurried away before waiting to see a reaction. Looking back, Severus wondered whether he had even been heard. When the clock chimed seven times, the dungeons were empty but for Severus and the few lonely portraits lining the walls.
Severus ground his teeth; it was time for a new plan.
Author's Notes the Second: Okay. Possibly the worst thing ever written. But I figured you'd all want the interlude out of the way so we can get to the good stuff. Or whatever it is.