A/N: Thank you for your kind reviews and opinions as always. Some info about me: I'm a fourteen-year-old girl who enjoys reading and all kinds of music and you are reading my first fanfic. By the way, I hope you aren't too mad at me for how this chapter turns out. What happens between Draco and Snape? Read to find out....
Thanks to Morwen O'Conner, Glace de Slytherin, panda pinke, Becks, Calamity tubbs, Rose Black, Adelina, Crystal, and Krissy.
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Part Fourteen
Draco slipped into Snape's office easily. He waited. His stomach was tying itself in knots, and every time he thought about what he might have to do he gagged. He wished Harry were here. He wished he had taken some Calming Potion. He wished there were another way. He wished for something to do! He was bored. He went to what he did best: snooping. He had a golden opportunity and when opportunity knocks, Draco never pretends he's not home.
He rummaged through drawers, cabinets and a large trunk before finally turning to a small shelf of books. There were several books about potions, some concentrating on the powers of herbs and a small, untitled volume. Curious, Draco pulled it off the shelf. He opened it. He read a few lines before realizing what the small leather book was. It was Snape's diary. He smiled a victorious little smile. Perfect.
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Snape walked down the hall to his office still chuckling on the way. This was too good! Malfoy and Potter! Who would have guessed? And here he was partnering them up all the time! He opened the door and stepped inside.
Draco sat on his desk staring lazily at the fire. "What are you doing here?" Snape asked. Draco turned his head slowly and examined his teacher.
"We need to talk," he said.
"About?" Draco laughed softly.
"You know very well what about."
"Suppose I don't want to talk about it?"
"Suppose I don't recall asking you?" drawled Draco, in a not unpleasant way.
"Fine," huffed Snape. "Talk." Draco waited a moment however and rose to his feet.
"About this afternoon," he began. An involuntary smile appeared on Snape's face. "Right. We're you planning on telling anyone?"
"Yes, I was planning on letting it become common knowledge so that whatever advantage I might have will be lost," Snape said sarcastically.
"H'm. And what would you do with this advantage?" Draco asked, moving across the room.
"I hadn't thought about it yet."
"Good, because I wouldn't want you to be disappointed."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you have no advantage. We're even," Draco said, smiling. Snape scowled and raised an eyebrow.
"Explain," he said.
" You've been double-crossing someone."
"What?"
"Someone who's not too forgiving, I might add."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Draco waved a small leather-bound diary.
"Naughty Snape. Don't you know better than to keep a diary? If this fell into the wrong hands..." Snape gave a small gasp. "Needless to say it might not be very pleasant for you."
"Fine," Snape muttered.
"Excuse me? I didn't hear you."
"Fine, I won't tell anybody."
"My! How very kind of you. I'll be taking this. Insurance, you understand." Draco moved his lips within inches of Snape's ear. "Pleasure doing business with you," he whispered.
He laughed to himself all the way down the hall. He stopped at the fireplace he came to and chucked Snape's diary into the fire. It seemed too easy somehow. *Damn! Harry must be rubbing off on me.* He shook his head and continued on his way, humming the entire time.
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^_^ What say you? Is this a terrible chapter? Should I remove it and type another Chapter 14? Let me know dears. Draco absolutely refused to have anything to do with Snape and every time I tried to have Harry help him, Harry crossed his arms and said "NO." It's terrible having characters that are insubordinate! Oh well...
Thanks to Morwen O'Conner, Glace de Slytherin, panda pinke, Becks, Calamity tubbs, Rose Black, Adelina, Crystal, and Krissy.
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Part Fourteen
Draco slipped into Snape's office easily. He waited. His stomach was tying itself in knots, and every time he thought about what he might have to do he gagged. He wished Harry were here. He wished he had taken some Calming Potion. He wished there were another way. He wished for something to do! He was bored. He went to what he did best: snooping. He had a golden opportunity and when opportunity knocks, Draco never pretends he's not home.
He rummaged through drawers, cabinets and a large trunk before finally turning to a small shelf of books. There were several books about potions, some concentrating on the powers of herbs and a small, untitled volume. Curious, Draco pulled it off the shelf. He opened it. He read a few lines before realizing what the small leather book was. It was Snape's diary. He smiled a victorious little smile. Perfect.
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Snape walked down the hall to his office still chuckling on the way. This was too good! Malfoy and Potter! Who would have guessed? And here he was partnering them up all the time! He opened the door and stepped inside.
Draco sat on his desk staring lazily at the fire. "What are you doing here?" Snape asked. Draco turned his head slowly and examined his teacher.
"We need to talk," he said.
"About?" Draco laughed softly.
"You know very well what about."
"Suppose I don't want to talk about it?"
"Suppose I don't recall asking you?" drawled Draco, in a not unpleasant way.
"Fine," huffed Snape. "Talk." Draco waited a moment however and rose to his feet.
"About this afternoon," he began. An involuntary smile appeared on Snape's face. "Right. We're you planning on telling anyone?"
"Yes, I was planning on letting it become common knowledge so that whatever advantage I might have will be lost," Snape said sarcastically.
"H'm. And what would you do with this advantage?" Draco asked, moving across the room.
"I hadn't thought about it yet."
"Good, because I wouldn't want you to be disappointed."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you have no advantage. We're even," Draco said, smiling. Snape scowled and raised an eyebrow.
"Explain," he said.
" You've been double-crossing someone."
"What?"
"Someone who's not too forgiving, I might add."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Draco waved a small leather-bound diary.
"Naughty Snape. Don't you know better than to keep a diary? If this fell into the wrong hands..." Snape gave a small gasp. "Needless to say it might not be very pleasant for you."
"Fine," Snape muttered.
"Excuse me? I didn't hear you."
"Fine, I won't tell anybody."
"My! How very kind of you. I'll be taking this. Insurance, you understand." Draco moved his lips within inches of Snape's ear. "Pleasure doing business with you," he whispered.
He laughed to himself all the way down the hall. He stopped at the fireplace he came to and chucked Snape's diary into the fire. It seemed too easy somehow. *Damn! Harry must be rubbing off on me.* He shook his head and continued on his way, humming the entire time.
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^_^ What say you? Is this a terrible chapter? Should I remove it and type another Chapter 14? Let me know dears. Draco absolutely refused to have anything to do with Snape and every time I tried to have Harry help him, Harry crossed his arms and said "NO." It's terrible having characters that are insubordinate! Oh well...