1 The Feast
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, and zilch. Redundantly repetitive, much?
AN: After this chapter, I don't know what's going to happen with them. I think I can go with the book more after this one. Or not. Depends on what happens when I'm up at three in the morning writing! Oh, and I find it too difficult to make Quirrell stutter, so in my story, he speaks in that sexy, dreamy voice he spoke in at the end of the movie *drools*.
Severus and Patricia entered the Great Hall together, as befitting the Co-Heads of Slytherin House: Cold, impressive, and foreboding. The Hall was mostly full, as the first years were the only students left to enter the Hall. In a regal flow of black and dark purple, they gracefully approached the High Table and took their seats, Patricia sitting between Severus and Jason. The Slytherins who were already seated looked curiously between Severus and Patricia, trying to discern whether they had one Head of House or two. Patricia nodded to a few of the students and started when she heard Jason's voice close to her ear.
"Spending the night with me tonight, or with your little toy?" he asked nastily. She turned her eyes to him and had to stifle a giggle when she saw the combination of jealousy in his eyes and that ridiculous purple turban on his head. She had hoped, up until she entered the Hall, that he had lost it somewhere along the line. Instead of giggling, she just drew upon her year of dealing with Severus' sarcasm and said,
"Got into the garlic again, eh Jason?" She was surprised when he started to laugh, but just raised an eyebrow at him. She glanced at Severus, and in the process glanced at a few of the Slytherin students. They were looking at her expectantly, and she knew it was time to return to her role of the typical, arrogant, cynical Head of Slytherin. She carefully schooled her face into a condescending mask and she and Severus both looked at Jason the same way.
Jason knew it was a mask; Dumbledore had explained to him that she had to act the Slytherin in front of the students. He could see in her black eyes the amount of pain and love she was feeling at the same time. Snape, on the other hand, was looking at him with an expression of pure hatred. And it wasn't a mask. Well, he could hate him all he wanted, the bastard. Stealing his beloved wife from him. But that didn't matter anymore. Nothing trivial mattered anymore. The fools. Did they really think that he was the same? Jason knew Patricia had seen the look in his eyes when he had arrived. He also knew that she wouldn't press him about it. He threw a sneer worthy of Snape at the bastard and received a startled look from Patricia. She knew he hated her lover, but he had hidden the depth of his hatred from even her. It was too bad that she was so enthralled with that traitor. It was also too bad that Patricia and Snape looked so good together. They hadn't noticed it, but when they entered, every person in the Hall had caught his or her breath. The children those two could produce. He looked away from the two when the first years entered the Hall. There was that Malfoy kid; ah yes, there was Potter. He would have to watch out for that one. He watched as Potter rubbed his forehead; at the same time he felt a surge of hatred for that child. Why? He didn't even know the kid. He noticed Snape glaring at Potter. Interesting. Full of possibilities. He filed away Snape's reaction to Potter, and turned his attention to Patricia and saw she was watching Potter with much interest. She narrowed her eyes in concentration and he leaned over.
"Lily and James Potter's son," he whispered to help her out. She tore her gaze away from the boy and glanced at Jason.
"I know," she snapped. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He saw Snape smirk gleefully at him over her head and he swallowed his initial response.
"No, Pat," he replied soothingly. "I just thought you might be having some difficulty placing him, as you only really knew Lily and not James. I apologize." She smiled at him and he knew he was forgiven.
How dare she talk to him like that? Did she not realize the power he now had? He could kill her with two words. And yet. the power she had over him was even greater. When she flashed that beautiful smile at him. he would have to find a way to get past that particular weapon. She would be a formidable enemy; because that's what she was now. An enemy. Snape could have been a very powerful ally. How could a *woman* get between them? They had been friends and then *she* showed up and screwed everything up. She had married *him* and then fallen in love with *Snape* of all people. Such a shame. Now he couldn't kill her until he found *it*. He would have to put up with her all year. Unless. yes, that could work. If he could "unintentionally" drive her to Snape. He would begin tonight. After he had pretended he still loved her.
*But,* he thought. *I DO still love her. Why do I want to pretend? Why do I want to drive her away? Why do I want to kill her? Where did those thoughts come from.?*
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, and zilch. Redundantly repetitive, much?
AN: After this chapter, I don't know what's going to happen with them. I think I can go with the book more after this one. Or not. Depends on what happens when I'm up at three in the morning writing! Oh, and I find it too difficult to make Quirrell stutter, so in my story, he speaks in that sexy, dreamy voice he spoke in at the end of the movie *drools*.
Severus and Patricia entered the Great Hall together, as befitting the Co-Heads of Slytherin House: Cold, impressive, and foreboding. The Hall was mostly full, as the first years were the only students left to enter the Hall. In a regal flow of black and dark purple, they gracefully approached the High Table and took their seats, Patricia sitting between Severus and Jason. The Slytherins who were already seated looked curiously between Severus and Patricia, trying to discern whether they had one Head of House or two. Patricia nodded to a few of the students and started when she heard Jason's voice close to her ear.
"Spending the night with me tonight, or with your little toy?" he asked nastily. She turned her eyes to him and had to stifle a giggle when she saw the combination of jealousy in his eyes and that ridiculous purple turban on his head. She had hoped, up until she entered the Hall, that he had lost it somewhere along the line. Instead of giggling, she just drew upon her year of dealing with Severus' sarcasm and said,
"Got into the garlic again, eh Jason?" She was surprised when he started to laugh, but just raised an eyebrow at him. She glanced at Severus, and in the process glanced at a few of the Slytherin students. They were looking at her expectantly, and she knew it was time to return to her role of the typical, arrogant, cynical Head of Slytherin. She carefully schooled her face into a condescending mask and she and Severus both looked at Jason the same way.
Jason knew it was a mask; Dumbledore had explained to him that she had to act the Slytherin in front of the students. He could see in her black eyes the amount of pain and love she was feeling at the same time. Snape, on the other hand, was looking at him with an expression of pure hatred. And it wasn't a mask. Well, he could hate him all he wanted, the bastard. Stealing his beloved wife from him. But that didn't matter anymore. Nothing trivial mattered anymore. The fools. Did they really think that he was the same? Jason knew Patricia had seen the look in his eyes when he had arrived. He also knew that she wouldn't press him about it. He threw a sneer worthy of Snape at the bastard and received a startled look from Patricia. She knew he hated her lover, but he had hidden the depth of his hatred from even her. It was too bad that she was so enthralled with that traitor. It was also too bad that Patricia and Snape looked so good together. They hadn't noticed it, but when they entered, every person in the Hall had caught his or her breath. The children those two could produce. He looked away from the two when the first years entered the Hall. There was that Malfoy kid; ah yes, there was Potter. He would have to watch out for that one. He watched as Potter rubbed his forehead; at the same time he felt a surge of hatred for that child. Why? He didn't even know the kid. He noticed Snape glaring at Potter. Interesting. Full of possibilities. He filed away Snape's reaction to Potter, and turned his attention to Patricia and saw she was watching Potter with much interest. She narrowed her eyes in concentration and he leaned over.
"Lily and James Potter's son," he whispered to help her out. She tore her gaze away from the boy and glanced at Jason.
"I know," she snapped. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He saw Snape smirk gleefully at him over her head and he swallowed his initial response.
"No, Pat," he replied soothingly. "I just thought you might be having some difficulty placing him, as you only really knew Lily and not James. I apologize." She smiled at him and he knew he was forgiven.
How dare she talk to him like that? Did she not realize the power he now had? He could kill her with two words. And yet. the power she had over him was even greater. When she flashed that beautiful smile at him. he would have to find a way to get past that particular weapon. She would be a formidable enemy; because that's what she was now. An enemy. Snape could have been a very powerful ally. How could a *woman* get between them? They had been friends and then *she* showed up and screwed everything up. She had married *him* and then fallen in love with *Snape* of all people. Such a shame. Now he couldn't kill her until he found *it*. He would have to put up with her all year. Unless. yes, that could work. If he could "unintentionally" drive her to Snape. He would begin tonight. After he had pretended he still loved her.
*But,* he thought. *I DO still love her. Why do I want to pretend? Why do I want to drive her away? Why do I want to kill her? Where did those thoughts come from.?*
