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we all know it. The crappy stuff belongs to me my muse or the goddess.
So. that's it get to reading it is going to get interesting.
Everything was good, everything was great, but in this world nothing can be that good with out some kind of problem. Christmas came and everyone began to pack up for winter vacation. With a sense of hatred Snape walked down the misletoed, garland hanging, wreath sheathed halls and snarled any time someone confronted him. He hated Christmas and he hated being in the highly decorated rooms of Hogwarts when there was such a pathetic sense of holiday happiness.
He snarled a at pair of first years humming Christmas song and almost made one of the girls in his class cry when she asked if she could hang a wreath on his door and he had yelled at her and taken ten points for imprudence. His only condolence was that Vauns though liking the holiday cheer seemed very unwanton of it as well. She shuddered as the snow fell and as the ghosts went around signing Christmas chorales.
When he asked her about it all she did what shake her head and change the subject. It made him very cross and although he tried to get her to talk she always was sternly reluctant. One day he caught her under some mistletoe and gave her one of her favorite neck suckles before asking, "What is it about Christmas you don't like, other than it's vexatious all together."
He smiled a bit but she was not happy to be asked again. She pulled out of his arms and tried to get away but he was fed up, she wasn't telling him everything, and he didn't like that. His arm snapped out before he could think it over and within a matter of second he had her pinned to the wall. She squirmed and moaned lightly as she tried to escape but he was much stronger than she was, and he held her quite easily.
"Why do you ignore my question? Tell me, give me a strait answer and don't change the subject." His rage was subdued but as deep and as painful as if he were directing it to and enemy, which scared her very much. She struggled against his hands one more time before giving up and forward slightly.
"I don't have to tell you, I don't want to tell you. Now let me go!" She spit the words out venomously. Her eyes snapped and her breath came a little shorter.
He was sick of it he would have to treat this just like anything else. He lifted both her arms above her head and pinned them with one hand then reached behind her back and up her robes where he found the small of her flesh. He could feel it heaten then rise as a bruise formed. She bit back a scream of pain but whimpered loudly and looked down lip bleeding where she clamped down upon it.
Snape's satanic looking face smirked as he lifted her chin to meet his face. She pulled away as a bruise formed and turned purple. She grimaced then smiled. "Kind of ironic isn't it?" She said in a malicious tone once she had her pain under control. She turned his head and looked at her quizzically.
"What do you mean?" He sneered lip curling under. She popped her shoulder into a more comfortable position then smiled at him.
"Kind of ironic that once I though you were finally going to stop hurting me purposefully you go ahead and act like you're a death eater again. Kind of ironic that I have hated death eaters all my life but if I could I would sleep with one. And in kind of ironic that you get to be the bad guy all the time, I though you would have given that up a while ago."
Snape was shocked, his heart twisted in his chest and his breath stopped short. He immediately released her, and watched as she crumpled to the ground in pain. She had dislocated her shoulder in the process. He looked down upon his hands and cursed himself. The words reached her ears and all she could do was bite her lip and make it bleed more freely.
He backed away and quickly walked away his black cape billowing behind him dramatically. When he had control of himself he headed to her rooms ready to apologize. But she was not there she was no where. Not in her room, the Dining Hall was not her place of refuge and no one had seen her. Snape even resorted to asking Hermione Granger if she had seen her.
He took a break by her windowsill, which was still opened and looked out at the blizzard. Lightly he began to close the window when he saw a bit of red upon the now layering snow. It was her she was out in that blizzard. Her cloak was strewn next to her and she was only in her shirt, tunic, and pants. He couldn't understand it she was on the edge of the forest and just laying there as if she was frozen.
Quickly he turned on his heel and raced down to her. I do hope she hasn't frozen to death. I don't feel like watching her die then come back again.
A/N Okay I got Snape back, mean sadistic Snape. Snapish in every way. Smile be happy, but watch out for the next chapter it is going to rated R, I guess for the content it a little sensual but not full out SEX. So have fun with the mean Snape while you can and wait for the roller costar to begin.
Everything was good, everything was great, but in this world nothing can be that good with out some kind of problem. Christmas came and everyone began to pack up for winter vacation. With a sense of hatred Snape walked down the misletoed, garland hanging, wreath sheathed halls and snarled any time someone confronted him. He hated Christmas and he hated being in the highly decorated rooms of Hogwarts when there was such a pathetic sense of holiday happiness.
He snarled a at pair of first years humming Christmas song and almost made one of the girls in his class cry when she asked if she could hang a wreath on his door and he had yelled at her and taken ten points for imprudence. His only condolence was that Vauns though liking the holiday cheer seemed very unwanton of it as well. She shuddered as the snow fell and as the ghosts went around signing Christmas chorales.
When he asked her about it all she did what shake her head and change the subject. It made him very cross and although he tried to get her to talk she always was sternly reluctant. One day he caught her under some mistletoe and gave her one of her favorite neck suckles before asking, "What is it about Christmas you don't like, other than it's vexatious all together."
He smiled a bit but she was not happy to be asked again. She pulled out of his arms and tried to get away but he was fed up, she wasn't telling him everything, and he didn't like that. His arm snapped out before he could think it over and within a matter of second he had her pinned to the wall. She squirmed and moaned lightly as she tried to escape but he was much stronger than she was, and he held her quite easily.
"Why do you ignore my question? Tell me, give me a strait answer and don't change the subject." His rage was subdued but as deep and as painful as if he were directing it to and enemy, which scared her very much. She struggled against his hands one more time before giving up and forward slightly.
"I don't have to tell you, I don't want to tell you. Now let me go!" She spit the words out venomously. Her eyes snapped and her breath came a little shorter.
He was sick of it he would have to treat this just like anything else. He lifted both her arms above her head and pinned them with one hand then reached behind her back and up her robes where he found the small of her flesh. He could feel it heaten then rise as a bruise formed. She bit back a scream of pain but whimpered loudly and looked down lip bleeding where she clamped down upon it.
Snape's satanic looking face smirked as he lifted her chin to meet his face. She pulled away as a bruise formed and turned purple. She grimaced then smiled. "Kind of ironic isn't it?" She said in a malicious tone once she had her pain under control. She turned his head and looked at her quizzically.
"What do you mean?" He sneered lip curling under. She popped her shoulder into a more comfortable position then smiled at him.
"Kind of ironic that once I though you were finally going to stop hurting me purposefully you go ahead and act like you're a death eater again. Kind of ironic that I have hated death eaters all my life but if I could I would sleep with one. And in kind of ironic that you get to be the bad guy all the time, I though you would have given that up a while ago."
Snape was shocked, his heart twisted in his chest and his breath stopped short. He immediately released her, and watched as she crumpled to the ground in pain. She had dislocated her shoulder in the process. He looked down upon his hands and cursed himself. The words reached her ears and all she could do was bite her lip and make it bleed more freely.
He backed away and quickly walked away his black cape billowing behind him dramatically. When he had control of himself he headed to her rooms ready to apologize. But she was not there she was no where. Not in her room, the Dining Hall was not her place of refuge and no one had seen her. Snape even resorted to asking Hermione Granger if she had seen her.
He took a break by her windowsill, which was still opened and looked out at the blizzard. Lightly he began to close the window when he saw a bit of red upon the now layering snow. It was her she was out in that blizzard. Her cloak was strewn next to her and she was only in her shirt, tunic, and pants. He couldn't understand it she was on the edge of the forest and just laying there as if she was frozen.
Quickly he turned on his heel and raced down to her. I do hope she hasn't frozen to death. I don't feel like watching her die then come back again.
A/N Okay I got Snape back, mean sadistic Snape. Snapish in every way. Smile be happy, but watch out for the next chapter it is going to rated R, I guess for the content it a little sensual but not full out SEX. So have fun with the mean Snape while you can and wait for the roller costar to begin.