Screw the Ministry Cause it Can't Screw Back
(Originally Titled: Fuck the Law 'Cause it Can't Fuck Back)
By: Reirei no miko (Reirei_no_miko@hotmail.com)
I'm stopping with all the annoying notes, if you want to read them, see chapters 1&2 (but I still want fan art! Please? Somebody?)
Warnings: This chapter: PG-13 swearing and adult situations Whole Story: R for angst, rape, torture and psychological manipulation
Chapter 3- Fucking Cheaters
Quidditch was the main topic of conversation about them. He'd been put on a reserve team for the Slytherins and so wouldn't be playing any house matches but it got him closer to the house team for next year. Narcissa had been told blatantly by Frank Longbottom that that her grades weren't good enough to make even reserves and she'd backed down from try-outs all together. He ate a spoonful of oatmeal thoughtfully contemplating hexing Longbottom into next week........
But Severus Snape was having much more fun glaring at one Remus Lupin. He was making him nervous and he relished the power surge that provided. Of course Lupin had every right to be nervous, Severus was going to jump him, beat him and hopefully do some permanent damage. All hatred by association beside, Lupin would be meeting a very painful death...... soon.
Narcissas' casual crush on him had escalated to the point where if she were a normal girl she'd be sighing every moment or so, giggling and fawning over him every chance she got and worshipping the ground he walked on.... thankfully she was much more discreet then that and the only way Severus had figured her fancy out was because she mentioned his *name* while talking of the 'Golden Gits'- they were a group, not a group of individuals, but by that subtle hint, he'd discovered her weakness: Loony, Loopy, Lupin.
It could have been worse, it could have been Black, or Lupin could have taken her up on it.
He hadn't.
Severus knew Narcissa better than anyone in the school, she and 'Remus' hadn't come to a friendship last night when he'd left them alone, if they had, Narcissa would be eating with him, getting to know him, -in the room- even. But she wasn't. He couldn't see her anywhere.
Beside him Mizelle Bulstrode was chatting with her twin brother, a Ravenclaw sixth year, about their potions master, Arsenius Jiggers, a new author of their current potions manual Magical Drafts and Potions. Byrant Parkinson, never one to be quiet, was laughing loudly with his sixth year dorm-mate Aubrey Nott, a Slytherin Beater while the Slytherin fifth years chatted back and forth, ignoring Severus' dark glares at the Gryffindors, which were only common.
Lukas Macnair, Kern Lastrange and Everet Avery were all poking fun at something or other but the emotions surrounding their breakfast was strained, it was their first Quidditch match today and the first time Macnair would be playing as House Team Chaser. Of course the entire school was wearing red and gold this morning to show their support for the Gryffindor team, but that's how Hogwarts worked, every adventure needed a villain, and didn't the Slytherins make pretty targets?
People were drifting into and out of the Great Hall, a Thursday was an unconventional day for a Quidditch match but no one was complaining, it was a day out of classes. Severus turned his eyes back to Lupin for a moment, Black was beside him telling an animated joke and everyone at the table was listening. Sirius hit his punch line, emphasizing it with a bang on the table and everyone laughed, except Lupin who was too busy staring at the entrance to the Great Hall.
He turned his eyes to see Narcissa standing there, she'd re-dyed her two inch long hair metallic silver with two pieces of green at the very front. It stuck up at odd angles, gelled into spikes like on their first day, and she was wearing a long, thick plain black robe with no house tie around her neck.
The Slytherin table erupted in cheers and she smiled a greeting to them. Black was on his feet in outrage, which was no surprise, Narcissa had never so out rightly defied her house before now, neither so publicly. She gave a small, one fingered, wave to Black and arrogantly strode to the Slytherin table where she sat beside Severus after Macnair had moved over to give her some room.
"Nicely done. I'm enjoying your hair, *Nancy*."
"If you weren't so cute, Nott, I'd kick you." Severus was the only one allowed to use sappy nicknames, unless Narcissa was in a good mood. He humphed triumphantly, it had been said that unless one could figure out why he called her 'Tala' they weren't allowed to use it- so far no one could and that was the only nickname his friend tolerated without retorting with threats.
"You really should get re-sorted you know, you'd make a great Slytherin."
"And not rub -this- in Blacks face at every waking moment?" Narcissa gave a playfully shocked look and tisked at Macnair.
The table laughed and went back to Quidditch talk, the girls super excited. In fact the entire table was more animated than usual, pre-game stress, it seemed. Narcissa was quickly lost in conversations, her presence accepted and unquestioned, it wasn't the first time she'd eaten with them, it wouldn't be the last, and she just fit in like everyone else, after all. "So, things with Lupin?" Severus asked quietly, tipping his head to the side.
"Not my type." She said, stuffing oatmeal into her mouth and taking a swing of pumpkin juice.
"Not yours or not Blacks' type?"
"Anyone who *is* Blacks' type is not mine."
"What did he say?"
"He trusted me, he respected me..... The usual Gryffindor romantic crap."
"Right." He didn't say a word, by the look on Lupins' face alone as he watched Narcissa turn and flirt with Avery, Severus could tell that his fellow fifth year was head over heels for his now silver haired best friend. He could also tell that Narcissas' rejection wasn't of Remus, but of his group of friends, she'd never simply brush off a guy saying 'not my type'; she'd never let herself fall in the first place until she knew he -was- her type.
At that moment a heavy hand fell on Narcissas' shoulder and she turned her head to look up at a group of Seventh years, Lucius Malfoy, Seeker of the Slytherin House Team, Satelliting him were Gregory Goyle and Jeriath Crabbe, two huge brutes who did all of Lucius' dirty work when their 'ring leader' was too lazy and his gaggle of giggling admirers. Of course Lucius was powerful, rich and in line for a high ranking ministry job as soon as he graduated, so he was revered among his house and feared among others.
He was also extremely good looking.
A long, pointed face, thick, blond hair that fell well past the small of his back, bright, scheming blue eyes that hide everything but possessed all the knowledge of mankind, a strong, lean build and the confidence, suave and poise of an aristocrat were some of the charms he possessed, needless to say his bed was never empty.
And it seemed he was looking for something a little wilder to enjoy at the moment.
"Narcissa," he purred in her ear, his voice ringing the way only he could make it, so the whole table could hear but so everyone knew they were eavesdropping, "I see you'll be cheering my team on today, would you like to come to the after party as well?"
An invitation, Severus was floored, Lucius normally just demanded a shag.
"I'll be there." Narcissa smiled sweetly, glancing over to Lupin so quickly only Severus knew what she'd done because he'd been watching for it. The Gryffindors' eyes narrowed as Malfoy kissed the inside of her wrist and left triumphantly while Remus sat and watched, red faced and distraught.
Severus was pulled back to the here and now by Avery turning to Narcissa, "It's about time he noticed you, Nancy, we were beginning to wonder if he was blind."
"No, he's just blond." She quipped and got a laugh from them all.
"You sure have gotten pretty though, Ms Silvermoon, if things don't work well with Malfoy, would you go to the Yule Ball with me?" Lestrange asked, leaning over the table and giving her a 'puppy dog' face.
"Things are going nowhere with Malfoy and maybe if you asked properly, I would, Mister Kern."
They smiled at each other and went back to breakfast, Narcissa digging in along with the rest of them.
After the meal, more jokes, several dark Gryffindor looks and several flirting sessions later Severus was walking Narcissa to the Quidditch pitch along with the rest of his house.
They took their seats in the green and silver bandstands watching all the other houses seat themselves, waving red and gold flags and shouting Gryffindor player names sporadically. They shot dirty looks at the Slytherin as well but the house stayed seated, patiently waiting for the game to commence. The rest of the school seemed a little put out, normally the Slytherins would try to outscream the other three houses which would lead to a yelling match......... but this was odd.
Of course, it was a renown fact in school that Slytherins played dirty, but no one was expecting them to -*get dirty*- this time.
Harper Jordan was seated with the headmaster and teachers in the stands waiting to announce the game. The entire school had made an appearance, it seemed, and three-quarters were wearing Gryffindor regalia, there were so many lions pouncing around on flags, banners and shirts the Slytherin were getting sick. The day was bright, the sun was shining and although it was November there was no snow to be seen. In fact most students only had sweaters and scarves on, why most Slytherins were wearing long black coats was a mystery.
Not to them, or their team, of course.
"Here on this sunny afternoon at Hogwarts we assemble for the first Quidditch match of the season. The houses playing are Grrrrryffindor and Slytherin!" announced Harpers voice, booming around the pitch. The crowds erupted in excited cheers as Jordan began naming off team players. "Playing for Gryffindor is Captain and Head Boy Frank Longbottom as a Chaser, Arthur Weasley, Chaser, Mariève Finnigan, Chaser, Ronald Patil Keeper, Warren Abbot, Beater, Sirius Black, Beater aaaaaaaaaaand JAMES POTTER, Grrrrryfindor SEEKER!" The red and gold portions of the stadium exploded with whistling and shouting, hollering and screaming. Black and Potter did a high-five in the air as the whizzed about triumphantly.
"And here are the Slytherin Team," Jordan continued, "Nott, Macnair, Malfoy, Goyle, Parkinson, Avery and Dagger." There were hisses from all around as the Slytherins jumped up and for the first time put four times the effort into their cheers as the rest of the stands- not to mention put some good 'sonorus' charms in place so even the Hufflepuffs at the opposite ends of the pitch could hear them loud and clear.
Severus smirked, every Gryffindor teams member introduced with full name and position played, sounded off one by one and the Slytherins barely given the time of day with quickly announced last names...... he whished they had an impartial announcer at times, but today, today they would strike them *ALL* speechless.
Today was a day to remember.
The Quaffle had just been released, Madame Hooch throwing it up into the air when Mizelle Bulstrode let loose enough 'Dr. Filibusters Fabulous Wet- Start, No-Heat Fireworks' to blind a pitch in Durmstrang. With the attention of the entire school upon them every Slytherin girl stood up, carefully placed so they formed a perfection of spaced lines. The boys all ducked, so as to give them their space and with the embers of the silver and green lights flickering behind them shouted:
WE'RE SEXY, WE'RE CUTE WE'RE SLYTHERIN TO BOOT GREAT BODIES, GREAT HAIR HEY BOYS YA WANNA STARE? WE'RE RICH, WE'RE HOT WE'RE EVERYTHING YOU'RE NOT!
With the entirety of the school's attention on them, the girls (Narcissa included, Severus was pleased to note) began to strip off their black robes revealing tight Silver and Green uniforms underneath. Long-sleeved, belly revealing tops, glinting metallic in the mid-day sun, showing off lean stomachs and short, kilt-like skirts with green underneath the barely bum- covering silver. And a two headed snake painted metallic green that slithered from between breasts, around a torso, tattooed on their backs and finishing just near crotch-line. Not a word was said, but everyone was watching.
Including the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Of course the Slytherins were completely expecting this and so were scoring points left and right. Harper was sitting, as were all staff, mouths opened, jaws slack and at a loss for words.
The girls continued:
TWENTY-TWO TO FOURTY-FOUR OUR HOUSE TEAM, THEY'VE GOT THE SCORE! RA, RA, FIGHT, FIGHT OUR QUIDDITCH TEAMS' GOT IT RIGHT!
Mizelle separated from the line, jumping forwards, never missing a beat and screamed for all to hear: "GIVE ME AN 'S'!"
The girls behind her, thousand watt smiles illuminating their outfits replied: "S!"
"GIVE ME AN 'L'!"
"L!"
"WAIT A MINUTE..."
Then all together with enough cheer to light up Hogwarts on Christmas, "YOU CAN'T SPELL; GRYFFINDOR!"
It seemed their name jumped started the team. They shook themselves and their attentions back to reality and at exactly ninety points behind they began a wild chase to stop Mcnair, Parkinson and Dagger who were scoring tirelessly on the Gryffindor goal posts behind Ronald Patils' back.
Sirius who was red faced in anger at himself and his team aimed a bludger at Mcnair who dodged it easily. He spun looking for the nearest target to again throw his temper at but stopped short as the 'cheerleaders' began another chant:
WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM A SLYTHERIN WON'T TAKE THAT SHAM BLACK, WE WON'T TAKE YOUR CRAP NOOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOOR!
And then, it made his bones scowl as they began *hissing*, all of them, an entire stand full of Slytherins hissing at *him*...... if looks could kill Severus knew they'd all be stone cold dead haunting the pitch and having tea with Myrtle by the lake.
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He gripped his broom harder, eyes fixated on the *GITS* that were jumping up and down, this was -Quidditch- not some Muggle football game!
And using his *name*, a personal insult? His bat in hand he was ready to crush a few snaky sculls.
"Sirius," came a warning voice from just below him, "play the game, ignore them...."
He shot a look at James, nodded and tried to focus on the game but they were too loud, deafened cheers he could handle because the wind was strong but amplified shouting? It started up again, he shook with rage, how dare they do this during a qualifying match?!
'SLYTHERIN STRUT BEATS GRYFFINDOR BUTT SLYTHERIN STRIDE BREAKS GRYFFINDOR PRIDE SLYTHERIN WINS OVER GRYFFINDOR SKINS HISSING WON'T HOLD US DOWN! TRY IT AND YOU'RE SURE TO DROWN! WANNA PIECE OF THIS? TRY IT, GO ON, -HISS-! WE GET IT ALL THE TIME YOU'VE TREATED US LIKE SLIME WE'VE TIERED OF YOUR CRAP LOOK OUT! WATCH YOUR BACK!
It happened so fast, James shouted a warning pointing over his shoulder. Sirius turned his head just in time to dart out of Everet Avery's way. The green Seeker shot like a bullet past him and James, seeing the snitch inches from the Slytherins' hand was in hot pursuit.
The bludger caught Sirius in the side of the head with an explosion of lights and searing pain, //I was wondering what James was warning about.....// the green turf faded from sight, black ink smearing it and distorting it- flying...... without a broomstick....... didn't work....
He came to with such clarity the colours blinded him a moment. //I couldn't have been out long// He'd still been in the air when he'd passed out and was still floating, but now he was being held by the arm by someone on a broom. It wasn't his first knock to the head courtesy of a bludger and Sirius shook off the last of the dizziness. His shoulder hurt from being suspended by one arm but he was still a good twenty feet in the air. "Wow James, thanks-"
He looked up to find not his friend who was always there to save him before, but Lucius Malfoy sneering down at him. "Don't insult my good looks, Black, or I may drop you yet."
"Put me-"
"Choose you're words wisely- Black." Lucius turned his piercing blue eyes to the ground before turning his leer back to his captive. Sirius shifted a moment, he rather wouldn't be dropped, "take me to the stands then." He said deliberately slow, hoping to sound threatening.
He almost protested when Malfoy started off towards the Slytherin stands but wasn't about to complain, finding it safer to save biting remarks for later, when his feet was on solid ground. Remus and Peter were there, ready to catch him, out of breath it seemed from running to his aid from the other side of the pitch.
Malfoy dropped him roughly the last couple of feet, but he expected that and caught himself on Remus' shoulder for a moment before finding his center of gravity and righting himself. Only to find that he was surrounded by happy, rejoicing Slytherins.
James landed lightly beside him, shoulders down, head stooped. He turned to his good friend, more than a little puzzled, "You caught the snitch, right?"
The heavy sigh was all he needed..... the bastards, cheating little rats, bloody mother gits, had won.
"Two-hundred and sixty!" the silver and green clad students were yelling.
//Oh no.... they've won two-sixty to ten.......//
Sirius groaned, this wasn't turning out to be his day, never mind that Remus wasn't speaking to him, James had had a spat with Lily and Peter was depressed about failing a test, they'd lost Quidditch because of *cheering*...... he shook his head -beyond-depressed, James didn't seem much better, Peter was looking a tad nervous and Remus...Remus was staring at Narcissa whom Sirius swiveled his head to look at.
There she was in all her silver-haired glory. Tight, wiry body in the tight Slytherin cheering costume, surrounded by similarly dressed girls and laughing boys. The House Team was there too, giving high-fives and admiring the girls they'd ignored in order to score points. And that *traitor* was in the thick of it jumping, hugging, laughing and excited enough to make him sick.
"Bitch." Sirius muttered loud enough for his group to hear but quiet enough not to be heard by others.
Remus gave a low growl in his throat and brushed past him, heading for the knot of Slytherins. Forcing his feet to catch up to the honey-haired boy Sirius caught the clearing of a nervous throat and felt the haughty regard of several dozen eyes on him. "Congratulations and well played." Remus said clearly, never taking his eyes off of Narcissa.
She looked from Black, to Potter to Remus sizing them all up, ignoring Peter, and then gave a small smile to the gold-eyed boy. She was about to say something when a hand landed on her shoulder and Lucius Malfoy leered at them all as if they were the scum of the earth. "You should all go- there's no room for filthy trash here." Narcissa turned to counter what the blond had said, looking offended, "Narcissa," Lucius purred in her ear, his eyes fixated on Remus, "you promised you'd be my date for the party, you *are* still coming." It wasn't a question and they all heard the unspoken threat behind his offer.
Narcissas purple eyes gave Remus the once over again and shot a dirty look at Sirius. She nodded and Lucius gave a tug on her hand to pulled her down behind him on his broom. Lifting them both in the air and carrying them away, towards the castle.
Sirius turned around, he needed a shower, and a nap, what better way to spend the afternoon they weren't going to waste partying?
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Severus approach Remus and barely heard what was said: "She'll choose you over that blond whore- try or die Lupin."
//The hell he'll try, Snape..... the hell he will......//
(Originally Titled: Fuck the Law 'Cause it Can't Fuck Back)
By: Reirei no miko (Reirei_no_miko@hotmail.com)
I'm stopping with all the annoying notes, if you want to read them, see chapters 1&2 (but I still want fan art! Please? Somebody?)
Warnings: This chapter: PG-13 swearing and adult situations Whole Story: R for angst, rape, torture and psychological manipulation
Chapter 3- Fucking Cheaters
Quidditch was the main topic of conversation about them. He'd been put on a reserve team for the Slytherins and so wouldn't be playing any house matches but it got him closer to the house team for next year. Narcissa had been told blatantly by Frank Longbottom that that her grades weren't good enough to make even reserves and she'd backed down from try-outs all together. He ate a spoonful of oatmeal thoughtfully contemplating hexing Longbottom into next week........
But Severus Snape was having much more fun glaring at one Remus Lupin. He was making him nervous and he relished the power surge that provided. Of course Lupin had every right to be nervous, Severus was going to jump him, beat him and hopefully do some permanent damage. All hatred by association beside, Lupin would be meeting a very painful death...... soon.
Narcissas' casual crush on him had escalated to the point where if she were a normal girl she'd be sighing every moment or so, giggling and fawning over him every chance she got and worshipping the ground he walked on.... thankfully she was much more discreet then that and the only way Severus had figured her fancy out was because she mentioned his *name* while talking of the 'Golden Gits'- they were a group, not a group of individuals, but by that subtle hint, he'd discovered her weakness: Loony, Loopy, Lupin.
It could have been worse, it could have been Black, or Lupin could have taken her up on it.
He hadn't.
Severus knew Narcissa better than anyone in the school, she and 'Remus' hadn't come to a friendship last night when he'd left them alone, if they had, Narcissa would be eating with him, getting to know him, -in the room- even. But she wasn't. He couldn't see her anywhere.
Beside him Mizelle Bulstrode was chatting with her twin brother, a Ravenclaw sixth year, about their potions master, Arsenius Jiggers, a new author of their current potions manual Magical Drafts and Potions. Byrant Parkinson, never one to be quiet, was laughing loudly with his sixth year dorm-mate Aubrey Nott, a Slytherin Beater while the Slytherin fifth years chatted back and forth, ignoring Severus' dark glares at the Gryffindors, which were only common.
Lukas Macnair, Kern Lastrange and Everet Avery were all poking fun at something or other but the emotions surrounding their breakfast was strained, it was their first Quidditch match today and the first time Macnair would be playing as House Team Chaser. Of course the entire school was wearing red and gold this morning to show their support for the Gryffindor team, but that's how Hogwarts worked, every adventure needed a villain, and didn't the Slytherins make pretty targets?
People were drifting into and out of the Great Hall, a Thursday was an unconventional day for a Quidditch match but no one was complaining, it was a day out of classes. Severus turned his eyes back to Lupin for a moment, Black was beside him telling an animated joke and everyone at the table was listening. Sirius hit his punch line, emphasizing it with a bang on the table and everyone laughed, except Lupin who was too busy staring at the entrance to the Great Hall.
He turned his eyes to see Narcissa standing there, she'd re-dyed her two inch long hair metallic silver with two pieces of green at the very front. It stuck up at odd angles, gelled into spikes like on their first day, and she was wearing a long, thick plain black robe with no house tie around her neck.
The Slytherin table erupted in cheers and she smiled a greeting to them. Black was on his feet in outrage, which was no surprise, Narcissa had never so out rightly defied her house before now, neither so publicly. She gave a small, one fingered, wave to Black and arrogantly strode to the Slytherin table where she sat beside Severus after Macnair had moved over to give her some room.
"Nicely done. I'm enjoying your hair, *Nancy*."
"If you weren't so cute, Nott, I'd kick you." Severus was the only one allowed to use sappy nicknames, unless Narcissa was in a good mood. He humphed triumphantly, it had been said that unless one could figure out why he called her 'Tala' they weren't allowed to use it- so far no one could and that was the only nickname his friend tolerated without retorting with threats.
"You really should get re-sorted you know, you'd make a great Slytherin."
"And not rub -this- in Blacks face at every waking moment?" Narcissa gave a playfully shocked look and tisked at Macnair.
The table laughed and went back to Quidditch talk, the girls super excited. In fact the entire table was more animated than usual, pre-game stress, it seemed. Narcissa was quickly lost in conversations, her presence accepted and unquestioned, it wasn't the first time she'd eaten with them, it wouldn't be the last, and she just fit in like everyone else, after all. "So, things with Lupin?" Severus asked quietly, tipping his head to the side.
"Not my type." She said, stuffing oatmeal into her mouth and taking a swing of pumpkin juice.
"Not yours or not Blacks' type?"
"Anyone who *is* Blacks' type is not mine."
"What did he say?"
"He trusted me, he respected me..... The usual Gryffindor romantic crap."
"Right." He didn't say a word, by the look on Lupins' face alone as he watched Narcissa turn and flirt with Avery, Severus could tell that his fellow fifth year was head over heels for his now silver haired best friend. He could also tell that Narcissas' rejection wasn't of Remus, but of his group of friends, she'd never simply brush off a guy saying 'not my type'; she'd never let herself fall in the first place until she knew he -was- her type.
At that moment a heavy hand fell on Narcissas' shoulder and she turned her head to look up at a group of Seventh years, Lucius Malfoy, Seeker of the Slytherin House Team, Satelliting him were Gregory Goyle and Jeriath Crabbe, two huge brutes who did all of Lucius' dirty work when their 'ring leader' was too lazy and his gaggle of giggling admirers. Of course Lucius was powerful, rich and in line for a high ranking ministry job as soon as he graduated, so he was revered among his house and feared among others.
He was also extremely good looking.
A long, pointed face, thick, blond hair that fell well past the small of his back, bright, scheming blue eyes that hide everything but possessed all the knowledge of mankind, a strong, lean build and the confidence, suave and poise of an aristocrat were some of the charms he possessed, needless to say his bed was never empty.
And it seemed he was looking for something a little wilder to enjoy at the moment.
"Narcissa," he purred in her ear, his voice ringing the way only he could make it, so the whole table could hear but so everyone knew they were eavesdropping, "I see you'll be cheering my team on today, would you like to come to the after party as well?"
An invitation, Severus was floored, Lucius normally just demanded a shag.
"I'll be there." Narcissa smiled sweetly, glancing over to Lupin so quickly only Severus knew what she'd done because he'd been watching for it. The Gryffindors' eyes narrowed as Malfoy kissed the inside of her wrist and left triumphantly while Remus sat and watched, red faced and distraught.
Severus was pulled back to the here and now by Avery turning to Narcissa, "It's about time he noticed you, Nancy, we were beginning to wonder if he was blind."
"No, he's just blond." She quipped and got a laugh from them all.
"You sure have gotten pretty though, Ms Silvermoon, if things don't work well with Malfoy, would you go to the Yule Ball with me?" Lestrange asked, leaning over the table and giving her a 'puppy dog' face.
"Things are going nowhere with Malfoy and maybe if you asked properly, I would, Mister Kern."
They smiled at each other and went back to breakfast, Narcissa digging in along with the rest of them.
After the meal, more jokes, several dark Gryffindor looks and several flirting sessions later Severus was walking Narcissa to the Quidditch pitch along with the rest of his house.
They took their seats in the green and silver bandstands watching all the other houses seat themselves, waving red and gold flags and shouting Gryffindor player names sporadically. They shot dirty looks at the Slytherin as well but the house stayed seated, patiently waiting for the game to commence. The rest of the school seemed a little put out, normally the Slytherins would try to outscream the other three houses which would lead to a yelling match......... but this was odd.
Of course, it was a renown fact in school that Slytherins played dirty, but no one was expecting them to -*get dirty*- this time.
Harper Jordan was seated with the headmaster and teachers in the stands waiting to announce the game. The entire school had made an appearance, it seemed, and three-quarters were wearing Gryffindor regalia, there were so many lions pouncing around on flags, banners and shirts the Slytherin were getting sick. The day was bright, the sun was shining and although it was November there was no snow to be seen. In fact most students only had sweaters and scarves on, why most Slytherins were wearing long black coats was a mystery.
Not to them, or their team, of course.
"Here on this sunny afternoon at Hogwarts we assemble for the first Quidditch match of the season. The houses playing are Grrrrryffindor and Slytherin!" announced Harpers voice, booming around the pitch. The crowds erupted in excited cheers as Jordan began naming off team players. "Playing for Gryffindor is Captain and Head Boy Frank Longbottom as a Chaser, Arthur Weasley, Chaser, Mariève Finnigan, Chaser, Ronald Patil Keeper, Warren Abbot, Beater, Sirius Black, Beater aaaaaaaaaaand JAMES POTTER, Grrrrryfindor SEEKER!" The red and gold portions of the stadium exploded with whistling and shouting, hollering and screaming. Black and Potter did a high-five in the air as the whizzed about triumphantly.
"And here are the Slytherin Team," Jordan continued, "Nott, Macnair, Malfoy, Goyle, Parkinson, Avery and Dagger." There were hisses from all around as the Slytherins jumped up and for the first time put four times the effort into their cheers as the rest of the stands- not to mention put some good 'sonorus' charms in place so even the Hufflepuffs at the opposite ends of the pitch could hear them loud and clear.
Severus smirked, every Gryffindor teams member introduced with full name and position played, sounded off one by one and the Slytherins barely given the time of day with quickly announced last names...... he whished they had an impartial announcer at times, but today, today they would strike them *ALL* speechless.
Today was a day to remember.
The Quaffle had just been released, Madame Hooch throwing it up into the air when Mizelle Bulstrode let loose enough 'Dr. Filibusters Fabulous Wet- Start, No-Heat Fireworks' to blind a pitch in Durmstrang. With the attention of the entire school upon them every Slytherin girl stood up, carefully placed so they formed a perfection of spaced lines. The boys all ducked, so as to give them their space and with the embers of the silver and green lights flickering behind them shouted:
WE'RE SEXY, WE'RE CUTE WE'RE SLYTHERIN TO BOOT GREAT BODIES, GREAT HAIR HEY BOYS YA WANNA STARE? WE'RE RICH, WE'RE HOT WE'RE EVERYTHING YOU'RE NOT!
With the entirety of the school's attention on them, the girls (Narcissa included, Severus was pleased to note) began to strip off their black robes revealing tight Silver and Green uniforms underneath. Long-sleeved, belly revealing tops, glinting metallic in the mid-day sun, showing off lean stomachs and short, kilt-like skirts with green underneath the barely bum- covering silver. And a two headed snake painted metallic green that slithered from between breasts, around a torso, tattooed on their backs and finishing just near crotch-line. Not a word was said, but everyone was watching.
Including the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Of course the Slytherins were completely expecting this and so were scoring points left and right. Harper was sitting, as were all staff, mouths opened, jaws slack and at a loss for words.
The girls continued:
TWENTY-TWO TO FOURTY-FOUR OUR HOUSE TEAM, THEY'VE GOT THE SCORE! RA, RA, FIGHT, FIGHT OUR QUIDDITCH TEAMS' GOT IT RIGHT!
Mizelle separated from the line, jumping forwards, never missing a beat and screamed for all to hear: "GIVE ME AN 'S'!"
The girls behind her, thousand watt smiles illuminating their outfits replied: "S!"
"GIVE ME AN 'L'!"
"L!"
"WAIT A MINUTE..."
Then all together with enough cheer to light up Hogwarts on Christmas, "YOU CAN'T SPELL; GRYFFINDOR!"
It seemed their name jumped started the team. They shook themselves and their attentions back to reality and at exactly ninety points behind they began a wild chase to stop Mcnair, Parkinson and Dagger who were scoring tirelessly on the Gryffindor goal posts behind Ronald Patils' back.
Sirius who was red faced in anger at himself and his team aimed a bludger at Mcnair who dodged it easily. He spun looking for the nearest target to again throw his temper at but stopped short as the 'cheerleaders' began another chant:
WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM A SLYTHERIN WON'T TAKE THAT SHAM BLACK, WE WON'T TAKE YOUR CRAP NOOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOOR!
And then, it made his bones scowl as they began *hissing*, all of them, an entire stand full of Slytherins hissing at *him*...... if looks could kill Severus knew they'd all be stone cold dead haunting the pitch and having tea with Myrtle by the lake.
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He gripped his broom harder, eyes fixated on the *GITS* that were jumping up and down, this was -Quidditch- not some Muggle football game!
And using his *name*, a personal insult? His bat in hand he was ready to crush a few snaky sculls.
"Sirius," came a warning voice from just below him, "play the game, ignore them...."
He shot a look at James, nodded and tried to focus on the game but they were too loud, deafened cheers he could handle because the wind was strong but amplified shouting? It started up again, he shook with rage, how dare they do this during a qualifying match?!
'SLYTHERIN STRUT BEATS GRYFFINDOR BUTT SLYTHERIN STRIDE BREAKS GRYFFINDOR PRIDE SLYTHERIN WINS OVER GRYFFINDOR SKINS HISSING WON'T HOLD US DOWN! TRY IT AND YOU'RE SURE TO DROWN! WANNA PIECE OF THIS? TRY IT, GO ON, -HISS-! WE GET IT ALL THE TIME YOU'VE TREATED US LIKE SLIME WE'VE TIERED OF YOUR CRAP LOOK OUT! WATCH YOUR BACK!
It happened so fast, James shouted a warning pointing over his shoulder. Sirius turned his head just in time to dart out of Everet Avery's way. The green Seeker shot like a bullet past him and James, seeing the snitch inches from the Slytherins' hand was in hot pursuit.
The bludger caught Sirius in the side of the head with an explosion of lights and searing pain, //I was wondering what James was warning about.....// the green turf faded from sight, black ink smearing it and distorting it- flying...... without a broomstick....... didn't work....
He came to with such clarity the colours blinded him a moment. //I couldn't have been out long// He'd still been in the air when he'd passed out and was still floating, but now he was being held by the arm by someone on a broom. It wasn't his first knock to the head courtesy of a bludger and Sirius shook off the last of the dizziness. His shoulder hurt from being suspended by one arm but he was still a good twenty feet in the air. "Wow James, thanks-"
He looked up to find not his friend who was always there to save him before, but Lucius Malfoy sneering down at him. "Don't insult my good looks, Black, or I may drop you yet."
"Put me-"
"Choose you're words wisely- Black." Lucius turned his piercing blue eyes to the ground before turning his leer back to his captive. Sirius shifted a moment, he rather wouldn't be dropped, "take me to the stands then." He said deliberately slow, hoping to sound threatening.
He almost protested when Malfoy started off towards the Slytherin stands but wasn't about to complain, finding it safer to save biting remarks for later, when his feet was on solid ground. Remus and Peter were there, ready to catch him, out of breath it seemed from running to his aid from the other side of the pitch.
Malfoy dropped him roughly the last couple of feet, but he expected that and caught himself on Remus' shoulder for a moment before finding his center of gravity and righting himself. Only to find that he was surrounded by happy, rejoicing Slytherins.
James landed lightly beside him, shoulders down, head stooped. He turned to his good friend, more than a little puzzled, "You caught the snitch, right?"
The heavy sigh was all he needed..... the bastards, cheating little rats, bloody mother gits, had won.
"Two-hundred and sixty!" the silver and green clad students were yelling.
//Oh no.... they've won two-sixty to ten.......//
Sirius groaned, this wasn't turning out to be his day, never mind that Remus wasn't speaking to him, James had had a spat with Lily and Peter was depressed about failing a test, they'd lost Quidditch because of *cheering*...... he shook his head -beyond-depressed, James didn't seem much better, Peter was looking a tad nervous and Remus...Remus was staring at Narcissa whom Sirius swiveled his head to look at.
There she was in all her silver-haired glory. Tight, wiry body in the tight Slytherin cheering costume, surrounded by similarly dressed girls and laughing boys. The House Team was there too, giving high-fives and admiring the girls they'd ignored in order to score points. And that *traitor* was in the thick of it jumping, hugging, laughing and excited enough to make him sick.
"Bitch." Sirius muttered loud enough for his group to hear but quiet enough not to be heard by others.
Remus gave a low growl in his throat and brushed past him, heading for the knot of Slytherins. Forcing his feet to catch up to the honey-haired boy Sirius caught the clearing of a nervous throat and felt the haughty regard of several dozen eyes on him. "Congratulations and well played." Remus said clearly, never taking his eyes off of Narcissa.
She looked from Black, to Potter to Remus sizing them all up, ignoring Peter, and then gave a small smile to the gold-eyed boy. She was about to say something when a hand landed on her shoulder and Lucius Malfoy leered at them all as if they were the scum of the earth. "You should all go- there's no room for filthy trash here." Narcissa turned to counter what the blond had said, looking offended, "Narcissa," Lucius purred in her ear, his eyes fixated on Remus, "you promised you'd be my date for the party, you *are* still coming." It wasn't a question and they all heard the unspoken threat behind his offer.
Narcissas purple eyes gave Remus the once over again and shot a dirty look at Sirius. She nodded and Lucius gave a tug on her hand to pulled her down behind him on his broom. Lifting them both in the air and carrying them away, towards the castle.
Sirius turned around, he needed a shower, and a nap, what better way to spend the afternoon they weren't going to waste partying?
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Severus approach Remus and barely heard what was said: "She'll choose you over that blond whore- try or die Lupin."
//The hell he'll try, Snape..... the hell he will......//