Best of Me: Chapter 5
Hannya
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Really. If I did, you would be getting cheery reviews instead of C&D letters from J.K. Rowling's lawyers.
Warnings: A little slashier than the last few chapters and I completely forgot to be serious for this chapter so forgive me for that.um, what else. Some OOC?
A/N: Poor Snape, I'm going to have to be nice and keep him mostly conscious this chapter.sorry guys.
CHAPTER 5
"That's just, just, *wrong*!"
"That's it! The Dark Lord has gone too far!"
Two outraged male voices dragged the emotionally exhausted Potions Master from his shock-induced nap only to pluck yet another cool clothe from his forehead. A weary glare at the source of the disturbance provoked a disheartening lack of response as his son (he wasn't sure if he'd ever get over that one.Son!) and his number 1 student were hunched over the same morning copy of the Daily Prophet he'd had at breakfast and completely oblivious to everything else.
"Those poor innocents.why? WHY?!" Draco Malfoy, unflappable cool Slytherin poster boy, cried, shoulders shaking even as the other teen rubbed his back consolingly.
Green eyes were downcast as well, a stiff upper lip showing the sad determination that was expected from the Boy Who Lived. "Stay strong. Remember the plan, they will be avenged."
Worry interrupting the aforementioned weak glare, Snape carefully pulled himself upright and leaned closer to see what could be upsetting two wizards who'd seen more in their short years than anyone should.
..And carefully refrained from smacking them both.
"'Quidditch Supply Shop Site of Sinister Slaughter. Deatheaters destroy entire shipment of SonicRay 6000's.' You two are in tears over a couple of broken *brooms*!?"
Malfoy looked up at him, genetically inherited dignity affronted, " We are NOT in tears! We're just, um-"
"Working through our grief in an emotionally healthy manner, " the Gryffindor finished smoothly, even as his blond boy toy smiled proudly.
"Exactly! By the way, how are you feeling, Professor?"
Dark circles framed sunken dark eyes in a sheet white face even as the usually grease tamed hair stuck out in a freakish long version of Potter's with, if possible, even less grace. "You mean *besides* the fact that I have two students, who just happen to be my son and his boyfriend, that are minutes away from holding a wake over glorified enchanted pieces of wood and straw? Besides the fact that I spy on a crazy homicidal old man for another, possibly less sane, old man only to be rewarded with constant near death situations and a castle full of sniveling cretins who couldn't make instant soup with out blowing something up?! Yes, then I suppose I'm doing just fine, Mr. Malfoy. Absolutely bloody fantastic!"
And, with that, the older wizard fell back onto the sofa and proceeded to smother himself with a decorative pillow. Snickering, Draco looked from father to son, "Oh, he is *definitely* related to you."
Harry frowned reproachfully, " What? For overreacting? That's the pot calling the cauldron black! Remember the starch incident?"
Porcelain skinned paled even further, "That was not overreacting! You could have slit someone's throat with those robes!" A flamboyant gesture narrowly missing the most abused lamp in the manor.
Snape, finally remembering that the house elves had charmed all the furniture against suicide attempts after his first year teaching, decided to interrupt this *fascinating* if entirely pointless argument in the only way he knew how.
"Enough! One more asinine word from either of you and you'll be in detention until you Dumbledore's age!"
Habit was tough to break, he'd admit later along with smacking himself upside the head for not noticing how ridiculous the rivals' fights had become over the past few years. So ridiculous that one would almost think they *wanted* to spend their free evenings locked in a dungeon..together...alone.
His head snapped up just in time to allow his jaw to drop at the matching dirty grins on Hogwarts' record braking troublemakers. Realization, now stomping over the remains of his mind like a Minotaur with gum stuck to his hoof, hit and he found his mouth moving without his mind once more. "You- he-all along-"
The Slytherin prefect blinked, looking at first the gaping Potions Master and then his still smirking boyfriend.
"When did Snape start stuttering?"
TBC..
Well, here's hoping *somebody* liked it. This stupid thing went through 3 entirely different versions before I settled on this one and I'm still not completely happy with it! Oh well, tell me if you did actually like the thing.
Thanks You to:
Kateri: Glad to give ya a giggle. Hippy Flower: Enthusiastic reviewers making writers happy! :D LoMaRiBa: thanks for enjoying my twisted view! PinkDevil: *glomps* thanks! BJ Jones: that's convenient. I wrote it at work! Blood Wi'tch: Don't worry, school will start next chapter and Padfoot and Moony shall appear! Lei Dumbledore: *sniffs* One of my bestest reviewers ever..LOVES! Darklady: may this chappie also be such that you enjoy.or something. Jewelclaw Lady of Wind: I had an effect on your bladder control! I'm so happy! Lady FoxFire: What else indeed.(rubs hands together evilily) LadyBird: Definitely one of my favorite reviews of all time. Thanks a bunch you made my day! Witchmaster: nope, I'm keeping the slashy to Draco and Harry screwing with everyone's minds so I hope you continue to enjoy. TanisaFryre: thanks! And, he, when you going to update 'An End and A Beginning'? hm? Celestial: Yup, fluff followed by absolutely insanity. I think they blend nicely. Like chocolate sauce and marshmellow cream. Xikum: exquisitely bizarre! I love it! That's going on my business cards if I had any. Saavik: *wipes tears* thank you!
Hannya
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Really. If I did, you would be getting cheery reviews instead of C&D letters from J.K. Rowling's lawyers.
Warnings: A little slashier than the last few chapters and I completely forgot to be serious for this chapter so forgive me for that.um, what else. Some OOC?
A/N: Poor Snape, I'm going to have to be nice and keep him mostly conscious this chapter.sorry guys.
CHAPTER 5
"That's just, just, *wrong*!"
"That's it! The Dark Lord has gone too far!"
Two outraged male voices dragged the emotionally exhausted Potions Master from his shock-induced nap only to pluck yet another cool clothe from his forehead. A weary glare at the source of the disturbance provoked a disheartening lack of response as his son (he wasn't sure if he'd ever get over that one.Son!) and his number 1 student were hunched over the same morning copy of the Daily Prophet he'd had at breakfast and completely oblivious to everything else.
"Those poor innocents.why? WHY?!" Draco Malfoy, unflappable cool Slytherin poster boy, cried, shoulders shaking even as the other teen rubbed his back consolingly.
Green eyes were downcast as well, a stiff upper lip showing the sad determination that was expected from the Boy Who Lived. "Stay strong. Remember the plan, they will be avenged."
Worry interrupting the aforementioned weak glare, Snape carefully pulled himself upright and leaned closer to see what could be upsetting two wizards who'd seen more in their short years than anyone should.
..And carefully refrained from smacking them both.
"'Quidditch Supply Shop Site of Sinister Slaughter. Deatheaters destroy entire shipment of SonicRay 6000's.' You two are in tears over a couple of broken *brooms*!?"
Malfoy looked up at him, genetically inherited dignity affronted, " We are NOT in tears! We're just, um-"
"Working through our grief in an emotionally healthy manner, " the Gryffindor finished smoothly, even as his blond boy toy smiled proudly.
"Exactly! By the way, how are you feeling, Professor?"
Dark circles framed sunken dark eyes in a sheet white face even as the usually grease tamed hair stuck out in a freakish long version of Potter's with, if possible, even less grace. "You mean *besides* the fact that I have two students, who just happen to be my son and his boyfriend, that are minutes away from holding a wake over glorified enchanted pieces of wood and straw? Besides the fact that I spy on a crazy homicidal old man for another, possibly less sane, old man only to be rewarded with constant near death situations and a castle full of sniveling cretins who couldn't make instant soup with out blowing something up?! Yes, then I suppose I'm doing just fine, Mr. Malfoy. Absolutely bloody fantastic!"
And, with that, the older wizard fell back onto the sofa and proceeded to smother himself with a decorative pillow. Snickering, Draco looked from father to son, "Oh, he is *definitely* related to you."
Harry frowned reproachfully, " What? For overreacting? That's the pot calling the cauldron black! Remember the starch incident?"
Porcelain skinned paled even further, "That was not overreacting! You could have slit someone's throat with those robes!" A flamboyant gesture narrowly missing the most abused lamp in the manor.
Snape, finally remembering that the house elves had charmed all the furniture against suicide attempts after his first year teaching, decided to interrupt this *fascinating* if entirely pointless argument in the only way he knew how.
"Enough! One more asinine word from either of you and you'll be in detention until you Dumbledore's age!"
Habit was tough to break, he'd admit later along with smacking himself upside the head for not noticing how ridiculous the rivals' fights had become over the past few years. So ridiculous that one would almost think they *wanted* to spend their free evenings locked in a dungeon..together...alone.
His head snapped up just in time to allow his jaw to drop at the matching dirty grins on Hogwarts' record braking troublemakers. Realization, now stomping over the remains of his mind like a Minotaur with gum stuck to his hoof, hit and he found his mouth moving without his mind once more. "You- he-all along-"
The Slytherin prefect blinked, looking at first the gaping Potions Master and then his still smirking boyfriend.
"When did Snape start stuttering?"
TBC..
Well, here's hoping *somebody* liked it. This stupid thing went through 3 entirely different versions before I settled on this one and I'm still not completely happy with it! Oh well, tell me if you did actually like the thing.
Thanks You to:
Kateri: Glad to give ya a giggle. Hippy Flower: Enthusiastic reviewers making writers happy! :D LoMaRiBa: thanks for enjoying my twisted view! PinkDevil: *glomps* thanks! BJ Jones: that's convenient. I wrote it at work! Blood Wi'tch: Don't worry, school will start next chapter and Padfoot and Moony shall appear! Lei Dumbledore: *sniffs* One of my bestest reviewers ever..LOVES! Darklady: may this chappie also be such that you enjoy.or something. Jewelclaw Lady of Wind: I had an effect on your bladder control! I'm so happy! Lady FoxFire: What else indeed.(rubs hands together evilily) LadyBird: Definitely one of my favorite reviews of all time. Thanks a bunch you made my day! Witchmaster: nope, I'm keeping the slashy to Draco and Harry screwing with everyone's minds so I hope you continue to enjoy. TanisaFryre: thanks! And, he, when you going to update 'An End and A Beginning'? hm? Celestial: Yup, fluff followed by absolutely insanity. I think they blend nicely. Like chocolate sauce and marshmellow cream. Xikum: exquisitely bizarre! I love it! That's going on my business cards if I had any. Saavik: *wipes tears* thank you!