Author's Notes: umm... wow, I dont' have anything to say! *gasp* call the hospital!! That's not natural!
Muwahaha! I figured something out to say. Okay, in this chapter there will be a little "theory" on to why Snape treats the Gryffindors the way he does as a teacher! ^.^
||detention||
"Have fun!" Sirius teased. Remus glared at him and watched James and him walk up the stairs for Professor McGonagol's room. If only he could of got detention with them. McGonagol had a soft spot for James, detentions were always easy when she was supervising. Letting out a disgusted sigh, Remus went down into the dungeons.
He walked into Professor Marx's classroom and was greeted by a terrible stench. Covering his nose, Remus proceeded to the front of the room, where two other occupants sat. Remus took a seat a few feet away from Severus. The christmas lights were still there, but were dimmer than before. Remus figured it was due to them trying to break the spell. Professor Marx cleared his throat gruffly. Remus turned and looked at the short, black haired man.
"Alright, boys." He said with humor laced into his words. "You get the joy of scrubbing down my tables. Beware, though, Longbottom shattered his cauldron today and got Engorgement Juice all over the classroom. Messy time that was."
"That explains the smell." Remus muttered.
"Quiet boy!" Marx said roughly. "You can talk... but only to each other."
"Why would I want to talk to him?" Severus demanded.
"Nonesense!" Marx exclaimed, still holding that hurmorous tone as before. "You never know. One of you might need to borrow a sponge or something. Now hurry up, boy! Get to scrubbing!"
Severus let out a frustrated breath, but proceeded to grab a bucket and sponge from the teacher's desk. He didn't look at Remus as he brushed by, headding for the table closest the door. Marx watched the two boys work for a minute before standing and walking toward the exit. "Listen up, boys! I've got a couple of errands to do about the castle. You two stay here! And keep working! I don't mind you talking, as long as your cleaning my room. I expect it to be spotless upon my return. And I want that stentch gone as well!"
"Yes, sir." Severus replied in a bored tone.
"Dont' be getting lazy, boy!" Marx told him, before whisking out of the room in billowing black robes. The two boys continued their work in silence. Soon, though, it began to annoy Remus. Spending most of his time with Sirius, James, and Peter, he was used to a lot of noise. The silence was unnerving. He glanced over at Severus, who was concentrating on a rather tough stain. It doesn't hurt to talk to him a little, now does it? Remus pondered, before opening his mouth.
"So, Snape, how did you end up in here?" Remus asked. Severus looked up at him, slightly suprised, but quickly covered it with a frown.
"What's it to you?"
"I was just curious, man." Remus replied. Severus stared at the stain he was working on, contemplating on whether he should answer him.
"I corrected him." Severus finally answered. Remus gave him a confused look.
"Corrected him?"
"Professor Marx." Severus explained, he slowly grinned. It caught Remus off guard, mostly becuase he noticed Severus looked kind of good when he smiled. "I corrected him in class. He doesn't like people showing their authority over him."
"You got a detention for that?" Remus asked, laughing lightly. "That's ridiculous."
"I agree, but Marx can't stand someone proving they are smarter than him." Severus replied. "Also, I think he just likes to torture me."
"Well, you being his favorite student and all." Remus commented, dipping his sponge back into his bucket for more water.
"Favorite student?" Severusa said. "No, no I'm not."
"Are you kidding me?" Remus asked. He was shocked Severus wouldn't admit it. "You know more about potions than he does! He loves you!"
"I don't think so, Lupin." Severus replied. "The things is, he doesn't love me, just respects me for my intelligence. He likes students who let him show them everything. You'd be shocked to ehar it, but he's rather fond of you Gryffindors."
"Man, you have got to be kidding me." Remus laughed. Severus smiled again, much to Remus' suprise. He really does have a nice smile... Stop that Remus!
"I'm serious!" Severus insisted. "It's pretty obvious that Potions isn't a Gyffindor's best talent, and it makes him work even harder to get you to figure it out. He loves that."
"But he's constantly taking points away and making snide remarks to us." Remus told him.
"Yeah, but that's just a cover up." Severus said. "If I was a teacher, that's what I would do."
"But it makes no sense." Remus commented.
"True, but why let your favorite students know their your favorites?" Severus asked. "That would just make them think they could get away with stuff. No, Marx goes about it the right way. He makes them think the opposite, which in turn makes them determined to prove him wrong."
"I never thought about it like that." Remus admitted. He watched Severus a moment, before returning to his table. The room once again fell into silence.
As much as Severus enjoyed silence, he rather enjoyed talking to the young Gryffindor. He glanced up at Remus. The boy hardly noticed, a stubborn look on his face as he struggled with a spot of Engorgement Juice. Severus fought back a small smile, as he watched Remus' frustrated look. He looks kind of cute when he does that.... Oh, God, Severus, you did not jsut think that!
"You know... Your not as bad as I thought you were." Remus suddenly said. Severus smirked.
"Neither are you." Severus replied. They both shared a smile before returning to their work.
End Notes: well, hope you enjoyed! ^.^ if you ahve suggestions dont' be afraid to let me know. I love getting them, becasue I always end up using them. either in this story, or another! ^.^
