Slytherin Mudblood
General disclaimers apply.
Chapter Four: An Exhausting Day
The next day started far too early for Jean's taste. Alicia flung her out of bed at half past 6, and that ended in a nasty argument about standing up at such an ungodly hour. But Alicia had made her point as she told Jean that she still had to see Prof Snape to get her schedule, and preferably before breakfast as he would not appreciate having to go back to his office just for one student.
That convinced Jean, as she didn't want to direct the wrath of Snape on herself. So, still grumbling about the unfairness of life, she forced herself out of bed and into her robes, then left their dormitory.
The Common Room was deserted, as it was only 7, and Jean yawned as she left the dull room. She'd never really liked the Common Room, it was way too boring and depressing. But these were the dungeons, and there weren't many possibilities for decoration. She was just about to walk up the stairs towards Snape's office, when a voice behind her stopped her.
"Hey! Jean! Wait up."
Jean rolled her eyes. Was she never to have a moment's peace? No, she had to face Sebastian in the middle of the night. "Sebastian." Not looking back, she continued up the stairs.
He caught up to her, smiling. His hair was sleep-tousled, and Jean had to admit that he had that sexy bedroom look working for him. "Where are you headed?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets, way too cheerful for Jean's taste.
"Professor Snape's office."
"Hey, me too."
Jean rolled her eyes. //Lucky me.//
They didn't talk anymore till they reached the office, and Jean reached out to knock, then hesitated. "Maybe you should go first."
Sebastian gave her a puzzled look. "Why?"
"I..." Jean didn't get to finish, because the door opened and Snape looked down on them with a glare.
"Yes?" His eyes wandered from Sebastian to Jean and back to Sebastian, and Jean could almost see the question "What are you doing with my nephew?" forming in his head. She cringed, despite the fact that the question should rather be "What is my nephew doing with you?".
"Professor, I... I wanted to get my, my schedule." She went bright red, embarrassed out of her wits, and as she glanced at Sebastian, she could see that he was grinning broadly. Her hands balled into fists. The asshole was enjoying her discomfort. And as she glanced up at Snape, she saw the same grin on his lips, only not so broad. Her jaw dropped, but it only took her a second to get herself back under control.
Sebastian bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. "Same here."
Snape nodded. "Wait a moment." He went into his office, rummaged through his desk, and pulled out two rolls of parchment. One he handed Jean, the other Sebastian. "I suggest that you help Sebastian get familiar with everything, Miss Weiss."
Jean's eyes widened, but she found herself nodding dumbly. "No problem."
Sebastian threw his arm around her shoulder, hugging her. "Jeannie and I'll get along perfectly, Uncle Severus."
Snape gave Sebastian a "Could you not call me that?" look, and nodded. "Very well. Off you go." With that he retreated into his office and shut the door in their faces.
Sebastian made no move to remove his arm from around Jean's shoulder, so she beat a hasty retreat. "Just what exactly was THAT supposed to be?"
Sebastian shrugged. "The truth."
"Oh, right, I forgot we were all best buddies." Jean made a disgusted face. "Look, dickhead, I don't know what games you think you are playing, but you should've noticed that. I. Don't. Like. You. I don't want anything to do with you, or help you with anything. I just want you to leave me alone." With that she turned around and stormed down the stairs, back into the Common Room.
Sebastian looked after her, smiling a little. "As you wish."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jean was massacring her breakfast, and Alicia gave her a thoughtful look. "Jeannie, darling, I'm not sure that is healthy."
"Really?" Jean wasn't even really listening.
"You should talk to him. Sort this out. You'll get sick if you just go on like this, you know?" Alicia took a sip from her goblet, making a matter-of- fact gesture with her free hand.
"Look, I told him what I think about him, but he just drives me up the walls! And he knows it!" She angrily smashed her spoon down on the table.
"But what if you just ignore him? Maybe he'll stop if you don't react." Melissa shrugged, knowing that was a bad idea.
"Oh, right, as if *that* ever worked." Jean snorted. She stood up, wiping her hair back from her face. "I'll go get my stuff. Transfig, double." She shuddered. "McGonagall, here I come."
"Have fun." Alicia smirked, shovelling some cornflakes into her mouth.
"Right you are." Sighing, Jean left the Hall to get her stuff.
Transfiguration turned out to be a really hard endurance test - as Sebastian sat right behind her. Jennifer continued to whisper encouragements into Jean's ear, but it didn't really help much. He kept poking her back with his wand, asking her for a book or asked her a question, or anything just to annoy her.
After maybe half an hour of this, Jean whirled around in her seat, giving him a death glare. "Could you stop doing that? I need to concentrate."
He grinned. "Course you do. Little muggle-born needs more concentration than other people."
Jean could almost feel how something inside of her snapped. That was enough. She'd listened to his insults and jokes long enough. With a growl, she pointed her wand at him. "Rictusempra!"
Sebastian looked at her for a second, stunned, then doubled over laughing. Jean watched in strange satisfaction how he fell off his chair, clutching his sides as his face reddened.
Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow at the Slytherins that were bickering in the last two rows, wondering what it could be that made those two so obviously enemies. The one was Jean Weiss, one of the very few muggle-born in Slytherin, the other was Sebastian Snape, Professor Snape's nephew. She shook her head. Seemed like the boy had the Snape gene inside him alright.
But then Jean raised her wand, pointed it at Sebastian and muttered something. The next second Sebastian was lying on the floor, clutching his sides and laughing like crazy. The old Professor got up, walking over to the two, raising an eyebrow at Jean who was looking at her in embarrassment. "Miss Weiss, would you be so kind as to tell me why you cursed Mister Snape?"
Jean felt how her head flamed up. "I... I'm sorry, Professor, he was just..." She sighed, pointed her wand at Sebastian, and said, "Deletrius."
Sebastian stopped laughing, but he had trouble breathing, and he needed help to get up. He gave Jean a glare. "Thank you very much, Jeannie."
Jean shrugged her shoulders while Professor McGonagall went back to her desk, shaking her head.
"That means five points from Slytherin, Miss Weiss."
Jean sighed. Great. Lost points in the first lesson already. This could get only better.
But she was wrong. It got worse. In Potions, Sebastian again chose the seat behind her, and it was no better than in Transfiguration. That Prof Snape ignored the shenanigans of his nephew only made it worse.
At the end of the lesson Jean waited outside the dungeon for Sebastian, pulling him away from the door to have a serious talk with him. He grinned, the incident earlier apparently forgotten.
"What's up, love?"
Jean rolled her eyes. "We need to talk. And don't call me that." She sat down on the stairs, her books pressed to her chest, not looking at him as he sat beside her. "Why do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?" He watched her profile as he answered, smiling.
"Trying to make me kill you, cause that's how it looks to me."
"You really think so?"
"It's not like there are many possibilities to choose from. From the second we met, you annoyed me. And it doesn't look like you'll stop anytime soon. And I'd like to know why." Jean looked at him, looked into his night-black eyes, asking him to tell her the truth.
Sebastian smiled a bit, and looked down the stairs. "I was never... I never had many friends. Maybe because of my family history." He chuckled darkly. "You seemed to be nice."
"And that's why you thought, oh, a nice girl to drive crazy?" Jean looked at him, disbelieving. "That really makes sense."
Sebastian smiled, and maybe Jean was imagining things, but he looked very sad. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." With that he stood up and walked up the stairs to get to his next lesson.
Jean sat on the stairs for some more time, flabbergasted. //Did that really happen? Sebastian Snape apologized. To me.//
"Miss Weiss."
Jean jumped a mile at the cold voice behind her, clutching her chest. She turned around. "Professor Snape! Oh, um. Is anything the matter?"
"For instance, why are you not in your lesson?" He stood at the door, arms folded in front of his chest. His eyes were as cold as ever.
Jean looked at her watch, a small groan pouring over her lips. She would be really late. Sighing, she got up. She was almost past the dungeons when she heard Snape's voice echoing off the walls.
"He needs your help, Miss Weiss."
Jean turned back around, looking at the Potions Master in puzzlement. "Begging your pardon?"
Snape sighed deeply, and motioned for her to come back into the dungeon. Jean did, hesitating a little as she stepped over the threshold. Snape gave her a look as she stayed at the door. "It's quite alright, Jean, I'm not going to bite you. We need to talk."
General disclaimers apply.
Chapter Four: An Exhausting Day
The next day started far too early for Jean's taste. Alicia flung her out of bed at half past 6, and that ended in a nasty argument about standing up at such an ungodly hour. But Alicia had made her point as she told Jean that she still had to see Prof Snape to get her schedule, and preferably before breakfast as he would not appreciate having to go back to his office just for one student.
That convinced Jean, as she didn't want to direct the wrath of Snape on herself. So, still grumbling about the unfairness of life, she forced herself out of bed and into her robes, then left their dormitory.
The Common Room was deserted, as it was only 7, and Jean yawned as she left the dull room. She'd never really liked the Common Room, it was way too boring and depressing. But these were the dungeons, and there weren't many possibilities for decoration. She was just about to walk up the stairs towards Snape's office, when a voice behind her stopped her.
"Hey! Jean! Wait up."
Jean rolled her eyes. Was she never to have a moment's peace? No, she had to face Sebastian in the middle of the night. "Sebastian." Not looking back, she continued up the stairs.
He caught up to her, smiling. His hair was sleep-tousled, and Jean had to admit that he had that sexy bedroom look working for him. "Where are you headed?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets, way too cheerful for Jean's taste.
"Professor Snape's office."
"Hey, me too."
Jean rolled her eyes. //Lucky me.//
They didn't talk anymore till they reached the office, and Jean reached out to knock, then hesitated. "Maybe you should go first."
Sebastian gave her a puzzled look. "Why?"
"I..." Jean didn't get to finish, because the door opened and Snape looked down on them with a glare.
"Yes?" His eyes wandered from Sebastian to Jean and back to Sebastian, and Jean could almost see the question "What are you doing with my nephew?" forming in his head. She cringed, despite the fact that the question should rather be "What is my nephew doing with you?".
"Professor, I... I wanted to get my, my schedule." She went bright red, embarrassed out of her wits, and as she glanced at Sebastian, she could see that he was grinning broadly. Her hands balled into fists. The asshole was enjoying her discomfort. And as she glanced up at Snape, she saw the same grin on his lips, only not so broad. Her jaw dropped, but it only took her a second to get herself back under control.
Sebastian bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. "Same here."
Snape nodded. "Wait a moment." He went into his office, rummaged through his desk, and pulled out two rolls of parchment. One he handed Jean, the other Sebastian. "I suggest that you help Sebastian get familiar with everything, Miss Weiss."
Jean's eyes widened, but she found herself nodding dumbly. "No problem."
Sebastian threw his arm around her shoulder, hugging her. "Jeannie and I'll get along perfectly, Uncle Severus."
Snape gave Sebastian a "Could you not call me that?" look, and nodded. "Very well. Off you go." With that he retreated into his office and shut the door in their faces.
Sebastian made no move to remove his arm from around Jean's shoulder, so she beat a hasty retreat. "Just what exactly was THAT supposed to be?"
Sebastian shrugged. "The truth."
"Oh, right, I forgot we were all best buddies." Jean made a disgusted face. "Look, dickhead, I don't know what games you think you are playing, but you should've noticed that. I. Don't. Like. You. I don't want anything to do with you, or help you with anything. I just want you to leave me alone." With that she turned around and stormed down the stairs, back into the Common Room.
Sebastian looked after her, smiling a little. "As you wish."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jean was massacring her breakfast, and Alicia gave her a thoughtful look. "Jeannie, darling, I'm not sure that is healthy."
"Really?" Jean wasn't even really listening.
"You should talk to him. Sort this out. You'll get sick if you just go on like this, you know?" Alicia took a sip from her goblet, making a matter-of- fact gesture with her free hand.
"Look, I told him what I think about him, but he just drives me up the walls! And he knows it!" She angrily smashed her spoon down on the table.
"But what if you just ignore him? Maybe he'll stop if you don't react." Melissa shrugged, knowing that was a bad idea.
"Oh, right, as if *that* ever worked." Jean snorted. She stood up, wiping her hair back from her face. "I'll go get my stuff. Transfig, double." She shuddered. "McGonagall, here I come."
"Have fun." Alicia smirked, shovelling some cornflakes into her mouth.
"Right you are." Sighing, Jean left the Hall to get her stuff.
Transfiguration turned out to be a really hard endurance test - as Sebastian sat right behind her. Jennifer continued to whisper encouragements into Jean's ear, but it didn't really help much. He kept poking her back with his wand, asking her for a book or asked her a question, or anything just to annoy her.
After maybe half an hour of this, Jean whirled around in her seat, giving him a death glare. "Could you stop doing that? I need to concentrate."
He grinned. "Course you do. Little muggle-born needs more concentration than other people."
Jean could almost feel how something inside of her snapped. That was enough. She'd listened to his insults and jokes long enough. With a growl, she pointed her wand at him. "Rictusempra!"
Sebastian looked at her for a second, stunned, then doubled over laughing. Jean watched in strange satisfaction how he fell off his chair, clutching his sides as his face reddened.
Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow at the Slytherins that were bickering in the last two rows, wondering what it could be that made those two so obviously enemies. The one was Jean Weiss, one of the very few muggle-born in Slytherin, the other was Sebastian Snape, Professor Snape's nephew. She shook her head. Seemed like the boy had the Snape gene inside him alright.
But then Jean raised her wand, pointed it at Sebastian and muttered something. The next second Sebastian was lying on the floor, clutching his sides and laughing like crazy. The old Professor got up, walking over to the two, raising an eyebrow at Jean who was looking at her in embarrassment. "Miss Weiss, would you be so kind as to tell me why you cursed Mister Snape?"
Jean felt how her head flamed up. "I... I'm sorry, Professor, he was just..." She sighed, pointed her wand at Sebastian, and said, "Deletrius."
Sebastian stopped laughing, but he had trouble breathing, and he needed help to get up. He gave Jean a glare. "Thank you very much, Jeannie."
Jean shrugged her shoulders while Professor McGonagall went back to her desk, shaking her head.
"That means five points from Slytherin, Miss Weiss."
Jean sighed. Great. Lost points in the first lesson already. This could get only better.
But she was wrong. It got worse. In Potions, Sebastian again chose the seat behind her, and it was no better than in Transfiguration. That Prof Snape ignored the shenanigans of his nephew only made it worse.
At the end of the lesson Jean waited outside the dungeon for Sebastian, pulling him away from the door to have a serious talk with him. He grinned, the incident earlier apparently forgotten.
"What's up, love?"
Jean rolled her eyes. "We need to talk. And don't call me that." She sat down on the stairs, her books pressed to her chest, not looking at him as he sat beside her. "Why do you keep doing that?"
"Doing what?" He watched her profile as he answered, smiling.
"Trying to make me kill you, cause that's how it looks to me."
"You really think so?"
"It's not like there are many possibilities to choose from. From the second we met, you annoyed me. And it doesn't look like you'll stop anytime soon. And I'd like to know why." Jean looked at him, looked into his night-black eyes, asking him to tell her the truth.
Sebastian smiled a bit, and looked down the stairs. "I was never... I never had many friends. Maybe because of my family history." He chuckled darkly. "You seemed to be nice."
"And that's why you thought, oh, a nice girl to drive crazy?" Jean looked at him, disbelieving. "That really makes sense."
Sebastian smiled, and maybe Jean was imagining things, but he looked very sad. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." With that he stood up and walked up the stairs to get to his next lesson.
Jean sat on the stairs for some more time, flabbergasted. //Did that really happen? Sebastian Snape apologized. To me.//
"Miss Weiss."
Jean jumped a mile at the cold voice behind her, clutching her chest. She turned around. "Professor Snape! Oh, um. Is anything the matter?"
"For instance, why are you not in your lesson?" He stood at the door, arms folded in front of his chest. His eyes were as cold as ever.
Jean looked at her watch, a small groan pouring over her lips. She would be really late. Sighing, she got up. She was almost past the dungeons when she heard Snape's voice echoing off the walls.
"He needs your help, Miss Weiss."
Jean turned back around, looking at the Potions Master in puzzlement. "Begging your pardon?"
Snape sighed deeply, and motioned for her to come back into the dungeon. Jean did, hesitating a little as she stepped over the threshold. Snape gave her a look as she stayed at the door. "It's quite alright, Jean, I'm not going to bite you. We need to talk."