Chapter Two: Rouge Snowballs
Author's Note: Thanks tons to all who reviewed so far. Hopefully I'll always get chapters out this quickly... but with two other chapter fics to write, I wouldn't hold my breath. I am having great fun with this and will most likely continue to do so, as writing this will be quite an... experience.
And yes, I am now corrupted, by whom I'm not sure. I blame it on my muse, and I blame her corruption on Storm, who blames hers on Andrea, so... it's just a big circle of corruption, from which we can never escape! Not that I want to. Corrupt is fun. Everyone should try it! ;-)
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"Mr. Malfoy... Mr. Snape."
The two boys looked up with matched innocence from where they huddled outside over a book of Quiddich. Lucius was Seeker for Slytherin, and Severus had taken the job of being his personal assistant/coach. He wasn't the best at flying yet and certainly had no desire to play the game, but where Lucius was concerned, he was most interested. "Yes, Professor McGonagall?" inquired Lucius.
Her arms were folded across her chest and her mouth was pressed into a firm line. "I don't suppose either of you know anything about the situation going on here, do you?"
Behind her, snowballs were chasing several students around, namely James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Severus had to bite back a laugh as one particularly solid snowball smacked Peter in the rump. The boy's hands flew to his rear and his plump face contorted delightfully. The two Slytherin boys looked at each other, then back to McGonagall. "No, ma'am," they answered in unison, perfectly restraining the grins that threatened to give them both away.
Her disapproving scowl deepened. "That's why, I suppose, you are both taking great pains to seem... uninterested in the whole situation."
"No, ma'am," replied Severus with wide eyes. "I was just helping Lucius figure out what he did wrong in the last Quiddich game. We didn't even notice... that." He bit his lip, a smile quivering at his thin lips.
"Amusing, is it, Mr. Snape? Let us see how amusing you find it in detention."
Lucius leapt to his feet. "Professor! You can't prove anything! You have no right!"
She pointed her wand in the direction of the rogue snowballs, which immediately stopped and tumbled to the ground. "Twenty points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy, for undermining my authority. As for proving anything, we shall see about that. Follow me, gentlemen."
Reluctantly, Snape rose and fell into step with Lucius with one final glance back at the Gryffindor boys now glaring openly and a bit triumphantly at the two. 'Go on and gloat, you idiots,' he thought. 'There's plenty more where that came from.'
Lucius made an obscene gesture behind his back and Black bristled, taking a step forward. However, as he did so Severus moved his wand surreptitiously beneath his robes and a patch of ice appeared directly where Sirius' foot landed. He slipped, lost his balance, and fell down hard on the ground. Potter moved to help but stepped in the same ice patch and found himself sprawled on top of Sirius.
"Bet he liked that a bit much, don't you think?" Severus whispered to his friend, who answered him with an approving sparkle of his eyes.
McGonagall, noticing the incidence, turned to study the two Slytherins. However, as she could pin nothing on them, she turned once again and made her way into Hogwarts. "Be sure to keep up, gentlemen." She stressed the last word a bit more than was necessary.
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Professor Mercio, Head of Slytherin, leaned back in her chair with a sigh. "Boys will be boys, Headmaster. I'm sure it was nothing."
McGonagall bristled. "I was a deliberate attempt on my students! Snowballs do not simply enchant themselves to track down individuals."
Snape pressed his ear to the door beneath Lucius' head, who was also listening to the conversation going on inside the headmaster's office. "They've got nothing on us," the blonde boy whispered.
The slow, steady voice of Albus Dumbledore floated to their ears after a pause. "Minerva, do you have any direct proof that the two young gentlemen enchanted the snowballs?"
"No, Professor, but-"
"But nothing, Minerva. Without proof, the boys are innocent. Though I would recommend to you, Serena, to keep a closer eye on your young Slytherins in the future."
"Of course, Headmaster." They heard the sounds of chairs scraping against the wood floor as Professor Mercio rose and the two scrambled back to their seat so as not to be caught eavesdropping. Serena winked at them surreptitiously as she entered the room. "Lucius, Severus, back to your rooms. Report to my office immediately after dinner so that we can discuss this... incident." Her mouth quirked up around the word ever so slightly.
"Yes, Professor," they chorused, making their way quickly into the hall before McGonagall could manage to find something else they had done wrong.
Out of hearing range, Severus nudged Lucius. "Why does she hate us?" he inquired, referring to McGonagall's personal vendetta against the two boys.
Lucius sniffed loftily. "Because we're Slytherin. She knows that we're better than her ridiculous Gryffindors, and she hates it. She can't stand to be faced with the knowledge that Salazar was right about Muggles. They only dirty wizarding blood. And that's all Gryffindors are- a bunch of Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers. Don't ever forget that, Severus."
The boy nodded seriously. "I won't."
The third year Slytherin growled low in this throat, tugging angrily at his blonde hair. "It's that damn Potter that I cannot stand. The only reason people even like him is because he plays Quiddich. And he's not even that decent... just lucky. I would love to just... knock him off his broom."
Severus peered up thoughtfully at his friend. "Then why don't you? Don't tell me you're getting morals while my back is turned."
The comment brought a laugh. "No need to worry about that. I made sure quite a while ago that I had no morals. Believe me, I checked." His lips curled up deliciously. "But you can't just go around shoving people to their deaths, Severus. Even Slytherins can't do that while under the eye of Dumbledore."
He caught a strange look pass over his friend's thin face. It was as if innocence and evil were battling for Severus' affections. Lucius began to wonder if his own corruptness was beginning to rub off on the boy. By his next statement, was positive that it was. "True..." he said softly, thoughtfully, "but if the opportunity presented itself?"
Lucius raised an eyebrow. What did the boy have planned? He could never be sure, as it was next to impossible to read those emotionless black eyes. "Let's just say," he stated carefully, "that I never miss a good opportunity."
END CHAPTER TWO
Author's Note: Thanks tons to all who reviewed so far. Hopefully I'll always get chapters out this quickly... but with two other chapter fics to write, I wouldn't hold my breath. I am having great fun with this and will most likely continue to do so, as writing this will be quite an... experience.
And yes, I am now corrupted, by whom I'm not sure. I blame it on my muse, and I blame her corruption on Storm, who blames hers on Andrea, so... it's just a big circle of corruption, from which we can never escape! Not that I want to. Corrupt is fun. Everyone should try it! ;-)
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"Mr. Malfoy... Mr. Snape."
The two boys looked up with matched innocence from where they huddled outside over a book of Quiddich. Lucius was Seeker for Slytherin, and Severus had taken the job of being his personal assistant/coach. He wasn't the best at flying yet and certainly had no desire to play the game, but where Lucius was concerned, he was most interested. "Yes, Professor McGonagall?" inquired Lucius.
Her arms were folded across her chest and her mouth was pressed into a firm line. "I don't suppose either of you know anything about the situation going on here, do you?"
Behind her, snowballs were chasing several students around, namely James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Severus had to bite back a laugh as one particularly solid snowball smacked Peter in the rump. The boy's hands flew to his rear and his plump face contorted delightfully. The two Slytherin boys looked at each other, then back to McGonagall. "No, ma'am," they answered in unison, perfectly restraining the grins that threatened to give them both away.
Her disapproving scowl deepened. "That's why, I suppose, you are both taking great pains to seem... uninterested in the whole situation."
"No, ma'am," replied Severus with wide eyes. "I was just helping Lucius figure out what he did wrong in the last Quiddich game. We didn't even notice... that." He bit his lip, a smile quivering at his thin lips.
"Amusing, is it, Mr. Snape? Let us see how amusing you find it in detention."
Lucius leapt to his feet. "Professor! You can't prove anything! You have no right!"
She pointed her wand in the direction of the rogue snowballs, which immediately stopped and tumbled to the ground. "Twenty points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy, for undermining my authority. As for proving anything, we shall see about that. Follow me, gentlemen."
Reluctantly, Snape rose and fell into step with Lucius with one final glance back at the Gryffindor boys now glaring openly and a bit triumphantly at the two. 'Go on and gloat, you idiots,' he thought. 'There's plenty more where that came from.'
Lucius made an obscene gesture behind his back and Black bristled, taking a step forward. However, as he did so Severus moved his wand surreptitiously beneath his robes and a patch of ice appeared directly where Sirius' foot landed. He slipped, lost his balance, and fell down hard on the ground. Potter moved to help but stepped in the same ice patch and found himself sprawled on top of Sirius.
"Bet he liked that a bit much, don't you think?" Severus whispered to his friend, who answered him with an approving sparkle of his eyes.
McGonagall, noticing the incidence, turned to study the two Slytherins. However, as she could pin nothing on them, she turned once again and made her way into Hogwarts. "Be sure to keep up, gentlemen." She stressed the last word a bit more than was necessary.
* * *
Professor Mercio, Head of Slytherin, leaned back in her chair with a sigh. "Boys will be boys, Headmaster. I'm sure it was nothing."
McGonagall bristled. "I was a deliberate attempt on my students! Snowballs do not simply enchant themselves to track down individuals."
Snape pressed his ear to the door beneath Lucius' head, who was also listening to the conversation going on inside the headmaster's office. "They've got nothing on us," the blonde boy whispered.
The slow, steady voice of Albus Dumbledore floated to their ears after a pause. "Minerva, do you have any direct proof that the two young gentlemen enchanted the snowballs?"
"No, Professor, but-"
"But nothing, Minerva. Without proof, the boys are innocent. Though I would recommend to you, Serena, to keep a closer eye on your young Slytherins in the future."
"Of course, Headmaster." They heard the sounds of chairs scraping against the wood floor as Professor Mercio rose and the two scrambled back to their seat so as not to be caught eavesdropping. Serena winked at them surreptitiously as she entered the room. "Lucius, Severus, back to your rooms. Report to my office immediately after dinner so that we can discuss this... incident." Her mouth quirked up around the word ever so slightly.
"Yes, Professor," they chorused, making their way quickly into the hall before McGonagall could manage to find something else they had done wrong.
Out of hearing range, Severus nudged Lucius. "Why does she hate us?" he inquired, referring to McGonagall's personal vendetta against the two boys.
Lucius sniffed loftily. "Because we're Slytherin. She knows that we're better than her ridiculous Gryffindors, and she hates it. She can't stand to be faced with the knowledge that Salazar was right about Muggles. They only dirty wizarding blood. And that's all Gryffindors are- a bunch of Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers. Don't ever forget that, Severus."
The boy nodded seriously. "I won't."
The third year Slytherin growled low in this throat, tugging angrily at his blonde hair. "It's that damn Potter that I cannot stand. The only reason people even like him is because he plays Quiddich. And he's not even that decent... just lucky. I would love to just... knock him off his broom."
Severus peered up thoughtfully at his friend. "Then why don't you? Don't tell me you're getting morals while my back is turned."
The comment brought a laugh. "No need to worry about that. I made sure quite a while ago that I had no morals. Believe me, I checked." His lips curled up deliciously. "But you can't just go around shoving people to their deaths, Severus. Even Slytherins can't do that while under the eye of Dumbledore."
He caught a strange look pass over his friend's thin face. It was as if innocence and evil were battling for Severus' affections. Lucius began to wonder if his own corruptness was beginning to rub off on the boy. By his next statement, was positive that it was. "True..." he said softly, thoughtfully, "but if the opportunity presented itself?"
Lucius raised an eyebrow. What did the boy have planned? He could never be sure, as it was next to impossible to read those emotionless black eyes. "Let's just say," he stated carefully, "that I never miss a good opportunity."
END CHAPTER TWO