Professor Severus Snape sat in his private office. It was
dinnertime, yet he had lost his appetite. The cause? Harry Potter. Snape
grimaced when he remembered Draco and Potter's stolen kiss, it sickened
him. It was pure blasphemy, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin! A Potter and a
Malfoy! James, or rather, what was left of James, would be turning over in
his grave if he knew, and Snape shuddered to think what Luscious would do
if he found out. It was common knowledge that Luscious only put up with
Draco so he could have Grandchildren and the Malfoy name would live on. If
Luscious found out his son were gay, it would land Draco in a whole lot of
trouble.
Severus' stomach growled, and he separately craved sustenance, but he didn't think he could put up with seeing Potter and Draco mooning over each other. It was nauseating. Severus' sighed and decided to just suck it up and be a man about it. He got up and made his way to the Great Hall.
The Great Hall was packed and noisy, but still everybody was able to talk above the din (no pun intended). Draco had done as he had promised and was sitting with Harry at the Gryffindor table. The surrounding Gryffindor's weren't sire about Draco at first, but after a few minutes of talking to him, they were pretty sure he was harmless (but you never know with Slytherins). Dean and Seamus (who were back together) had just gotten into a heated discussion about Quidditch vs. Soccer with Draco. Harry watched with a smile on his face as Draco, who was usually cool and collected, was waving his hands around as speaking loudly.
"I just don't see how a game without magic can be fun?" Draco said getting mildly upset.
"Well that's one of the good parts about it: You don't need to be a witch or a wizard to play!" Dean said animatedly.
"How would you know which is better? You just learned about Quidditch six years ago. After all, you ARE a Mudbloods," Draco remarked dismissively. The moment the word 'mudblood' was uttered Seamus stood up and glared down at Draco, his body language speaking his silent words 'take that back, or I'll make you! Draco looked up at him confused, and then, as if just realizing something, clapped his hand over his mouth.
"Oh! Dean, I'm really sorry, it just slipped out," Draco said quickly, obviously both sorry and a little bit scare of Seamus.
"Sorry? About what?" Dean said, not understanding that he had just been dealt a serious (SIRIUS!) insult.
Seamus looked down at Draco, deciding whether or not Draco was being sincere. After a few tense seconds his face broke into a smile.
"That's alright Draco, no harm done. Dean, I'll explain later." Seamus said sitting down.
A few minutes later Draco and Harry finished dinner and rose to leave. Ron stood up too, about to follow them. Draco scowled, and Harry noticing this, spoke to Ron.
"Ron, would you, uh, mind if Draco and I had a little alone time?" Ron looked crestfallen, but sat down and glumly nodded. Harry shot Ron a 'thanks!' look and walked quickly away with Draco. The minute they were out of sight, Draco pulled Harry into a passionate kiss, which Harry returned with equal fervor. Just when they were really getting into it, they were interrupted by a cold and smug voice.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn't you two be doing that somewhere away from prying eyes?" Professor Snape asked sounding sadistically amused. Draco and Harry instantly broke apart, blushing.
"Umm, we were just, uh, leaving, that's right!" Harry said taking Draco's hand and making as if to go, but Snape once again stopped them.
"Not so fast Mr. Potter. That will be 10 points from Gryffindor, and a detention for Mr. Malfoy. Now go away," Snape said smiling coldly, and walking into the Great Hall, his cloak billowing behind him.
Draco looked furious. "I can't believe he punished us for nothing! That brainless git!"
"Well, look at it this way, he's gone now, and we can have some quality time," Harry smiled taking Draco's hand again, and rushing down the hall to find a place with more privacy.
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Severus' stomach growled, and he separately craved sustenance, but he didn't think he could put up with seeing Potter and Draco mooning over each other. It was nauseating. Severus' sighed and decided to just suck it up and be a man about it. He got up and made his way to the Great Hall.
The Great Hall was packed and noisy, but still everybody was able to talk above the din (no pun intended). Draco had done as he had promised and was sitting with Harry at the Gryffindor table. The surrounding Gryffindor's weren't sire about Draco at first, but after a few minutes of talking to him, they were pretty sure he was harmless (but you never know with Slytherins). Dean and Seamus (who were back together) had just gotten into a heated discussion about Quidditch vs. Soccer with Draco. Harry watched with a smile on his face as Draco, who was usually cool and collected, was waving his hands around as speaking loudly.
"I just don't see how a game without magic can be fun?" Draco said getting mildly upset.
"Well that's one of the good parts about it: You don't need to be a witch or a wizard to play!" Dean said animatedly.
"How would you know which is better? You just learned about Quidditch six years ago. After all, you ARE a Mudbloods," Draco remarked dismissively. The moment the word 'mudblood' was uttered Seamus stood up and glared down at Draco, his body language speaking his silent words 'take that back, or I'll make you! Draco looked up at him confused, and then, as if just realizing something, clapped his hand over his mouth.
"Oh! Dean, I'm really sorry, it just slipped out," Draco said quickly, obviously both sorry and a little bit scare of Seamus.
"Sorry? About what?" Dean said, not understanding that he had just been dealt a serious (SIRIUS!) insult.
Seamus looked down at Draco, deciding whether or not Draco was being sincere. After a few tense seconds his face broke into a smile.
"That's alright Draco, no harm done. Dean, I'll explain later." Seamus said sitting down.
A few minutes later Draco and Harry finished dinner and rose to leave. Ron stood up too, about to follow them. Draco scowled, and Harry noticing this, spoke to Ron.
"Ron, would you, uh, mind if Draco and I had a little alone time?" Ron looked crestfallen, but sat down and glumly nodded. Harry shot Ron a 'thanks!' look and walked quickly away with Draco. The minute they were out of sight, Draco pulled Harry into a passionate kiss, which Harry returned with equal fervor. Just when they were really getting into it, they were interrupted by a cold and smug voice.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn't you two be doing that somewhere away from prying eyes?" Professor Snape asked sounding sadistically amused. Draco and Harry instantly broke apart, blushing.
"Umm, we were just, uh, leaving, that's right!" Harry said taking Draco's hand and making as if to go, but Snape once again stopped them.
"Not so fast Mr. Potter. That will be 10 points from Gryffindor, and a detention for Mr. Malfoy. Now go away," Snape said smiling coldly, and walking into the Great Hall, his cloak billowing behind him.
Draco looked furious. "I can't believe he punished us for nothing! That brainless git!"
"Well, look at it this way, he's gone now, and we can have some quality time," Harry smiled taking Draco's hand again, and rushing down the hall to find a place with more privacy.
Ha ha ha ha ha! Well, I'm posting the third chapter right after this one! Review! Toodles!
~Me! ChaffonGal!