Snape was angry. No, scratch that. Snape was *furious*. The expressions that had crossed Snape's face when Draco had transformed? Like intense dislike? They were apparent on his face once more, evident for a much shorter space, but they had doubled, tripled, in intensity. Especially the 'utmost loathing' one, the one that seemed to have missed Draco entirely.
Soon enough, though no time frame could have seemed longer to Harry, Snape resumed his scowl once more. This wasn't the one he had word only moments before, however. This was his special glare. The one reserved for Harry Potter, who had been hated by Snape since Harry's first Potions lesson, and their mutual dislike for each other had only gotten worse.
"Potter," Snape spat, looking at him disgustedly. "I should have known. Of course you would go wherever Malfoy did. You always would."
Well, this was odd. Perhaps Snape was more perceptive when Harry and Draco were at Hogwarts than Harry had thought.
"Um...Hello, Snape," Harry said awkwardly, struggling hard to be civil. "Draco and I are here on really important business, and we need your advice as well as your help. A couple very big things have happened recently."
"Do enlighten me," Snape said sarcastically, directing his strongest 'mean-vibes' mainly to Harry.
"Let me," said Draco suddenly. Perhaps Snape would be a *bit* more pleasant talking to Draco, rather than Harry. They both turned to him, Snape's expression transitioning from his I-hate-Harry face to his I'm-too-smart-for-you usual one. Draco, personally, felt the change was a relief. Any room with Severus Snape and Harry Potter was bound to be tense.
Before either of them had a chance to respond, Draco continued. "Well, yesterday morning, Harry and I received a phone call from one of Jemison's--our boss's--secretaries. They had activated our assignment books. The script said that Ron Weasley, you remember him, Harry's best friend-"
"Of course I do. The youngest boy of Arthur Weasley's good-for-nothing family," Snape said, eyes flashing, looking at Harry angrily once more, as if conveying without words how easily he believed Harry would have fit into being a member of such a lowly family.
"Yes, him. Anyway, he disappeared, I'm guessing a few days ago. He's really important for our side, you know."
"I'm well aware of that," Snape said crankily.
"*And*," Draco rushed on, "the other thing Harry's book said was that...that Lucius Malfoy...Father...he was discovered...recently. Alive".
Finally, some un-negative emotion, though probably not positive, was visible in Snape's face.
"Lucius Malfoy is alive?" he asked in disbelief. "I would have thought it impossible, after the damage and injurues he sustained... This changes everything. All the cleaning up, the picking up our side has been doing, and this new blow..."
"I know," Harry said, for the first time in his life agreeing with his hated Potions teacher. "We have to stop him, or worst case scenario kill him. We can't have him running around. I've no doubts he learned most of Voldemort's techniques, if not all of them." Harry stopped, looking worried.
Then Draco said suddenly and passionately, "My father was, until his supposed death, Voldemort's right hand man. He and I parted ways early on, and he deserves, for all the horrible things he's done, to be killed, to avenge the deaths of so many others; some tortured, some killed."
Harry and Snape looked at Draco in surprise at his furious outburst. The blonde boy was even paler than usual, and had lost his composed attitude, if his trembling was any indication. He continued on, more calmly-
"I'm glad we were assigned to him. I want to be the one that captures him-- to tell him, to *gloat*... I did choose the right side, after all..." He broke off, looking fixedly at the wall.
This cool attitude unfortunately alarmed Harry even more. He decided it was best to leave, for now at least. They could hear Snape's opinion later. For now, the object was to get Draco out of Snape's office, and out of Hogwarts entirely.
So Harry stood up stepped over to Draco, and hauled him up, too. Harry considered holding Draco's hand, but decided against it, not in front of Snape, who already suspected... This was just not the time.
"We need to go," he said firmly to Snape. A Look passed between the two black haired males. Could it have been... no. Or was it... understanding? Then Snape nodded and also rose. He escorted them to the door. Draco smiled slightly and nodded at him.
Harry turned, and said "We'll be at the Weasleys'. We're needed. Please contact us there." Harry frowned, and said reluctantly, "And as much as I hate to say it, Draco and I need your help. Please."
A ghost of a smirk played at Snape's lips, but he merely nodded. "Very well."
Draco took out his wand and unlocked the door. Turning once more, he said, "Tell no one about this conversation, if you don't mind". Without waiting for an answer, apparantly assuming Snape would confirm, Harry opened the door, and they were gone.
On to the Weasleys'.
a/n: so how did you like that? that's snape and harry for you, always bitching at each other, always at odds with each other, ne? well, next chapter, we find out how draco and harry got together- their touching love story. ha. well, i would make it be sweet, but draco wouldn't let me. till next time,
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Soon enough, though no time frame could have seemed longer to Harry, Snape resumed his scowl once more. This wasn't the one he had word only moments before, however. This was his special glare. The one reserved for Harry Potter, who had been hated by Snape since Harry's first Potions lesson, and their mutual dislike for each other had only gotten worse.
"Potter," Snape spat, looking at him disgustedly. "I should have known. Of course you would go wherever Malfoy did. You always would."
Well, this was odd. Perhaps Snape was more perceptive when Harry and Draco were at Hogwarts than Harry had thought.
"Um...Hello, Snape," Harry said awkwardly, struggling hard to be civil. "Draco and I are here on really important business, and we need your advice as well as your help. A couple very big things have happened recently."
"Do enlighten me," Snape said sarcastically, directing his strongest 'mean-vibes' mainly to Harry.
"Let me," said Draco suddenly. Perhaps Snape would be a *bit* more pleasant talking to Draco, rather than Harry. They both turned to him, Snape's expression transitioning from his I-hate-Harry face to his I'm-too-smart-for-you usual one. Draco, personally, felt the change was a relief. Any room with Severus Snape and Harry Potter was bound to be tense.
Before either of them had a chance to respond, Draco continued. "Well, yesterday morning, Harry and I received a phone call from one of Jemison's--our boss's--secretaries. They had activated our assignment books. The script said that Ron Weasley, you remember him, Harry's best friend-"
"Of course I do. The youngest boy of Arthur Weasley's good-for-nothing family," Snape said, eyes flashing, looking at Harry angrily once more, as if conveying without words how easily he believed Harry would have fit into being a member of such a lowly family.
"Yes, him. Anyway, he disappeared, I'm guessing a few days ago. He's really important for our side, you know."
"I'm well aware of that," Snape said crankily.
"*And*," Draco rushed on, "the other thing Harry's book said was that...that Lucius Malfoy...Father...he was discovered...recently. Alive".
Finally, some un-negative emotion, though probably not positive, was visible in Snape's face.
"Lucius Malfoy is alive?" he asked in disbelief. "I would have thought it impossible, after the damage and injurues he sustained... This changes everything. All the cleaning up, the picking up our side has been doing, and this new blow..."
"I know," Harry said, for the first time in his life agreeing with his hated Potions teacher. "We have to stop him, or worst case scenario kill him. We can't have him running around. I've no doubts he learned most of Voldemort's techniques, if not all of them." Harry stopped, looking worried.
Then Draco said suddenly and passionately, "My father was, until his supposed death, Voldemort's right hand man. He and I parted ways early on, and he deserves, for all the horrible things he's done, to be killed, to avenge the deaths of so many others; some tortured, some killed."
Harry and Snape looked at Draco in surprise at his furious outburst. The blonde boy was even paler than usual, and had lost his composed attitude, if his trembling was any indication. He continued on, more calmly-
"I'm glad we were assigned to him. I want to be the one that captures him-- to tell him, to *gloat*... I did choose the right side, after all..." He broke off, looking fixedly at the wall.
This cool attitude unfortunately alarmed Harry even more. He decided it was best to leave, for now at least. They could hear Snape's opinion later. For now, the object was to get Draco out of Snape's office, and out of Hogwarts entirely.
So Harry stood up stepped over to Draco, and hauled him up, too. Harry considered holding Draco's hand, but decided against it, not in front of Snape, who already suspected... This was just not the time.
"We need to go," he said firmly to Snape. A Look passed between the two black haired males. Could it have been... no. Or was it... understanding? Then Snape nodded and also rose. He escorted them to the door. Draco smiled slightly and nodded at him.
Harry turned, and said "We'll be at the Weasleys'. We're needed. Please contact us there." Harry frowned, and said reluctantly, "And as much as I hate to say it, Draco and I need your help. Please."
A ghost of a smirk played at Snape's lips, but he merely nodded. "Very well."
Draco took out his wand and unlocked the door. Turning once more, he said, "Tell no one about this conversation, if you don't mind". Without waiting for an answer, apparantly assuming Snape would confirm, Harry opened the door, and they were gone.
On to the Weasleys'.
a/n: so how did you like that? that's snape and harry for you, always bitching at each other, always at odds with each other, ne? well, next chapter, we find out how draco and harry got together- their touching love story. ha. well, i would make it be sweet, but draco wouldn't let me. till next time,
excuetee
