It's been four days since we've been... sleeping together. Everyday I say to
myself that this is the last day, that this can't go on.
Everyday I try to be harsh, cruel to him, but he's a consummate Gryffindor,
idealist and stubborn to the bone. And I indulge him. I know this is not very
Slytherinish of me, but nobody can be a Slytherin all the time, can they? Hn.
Lucius can, it's true. Damn Lucius. Not even the Dementors were able to suck
all that pride and coldness, in the few days that he stayed in Azkaban.
I used to worship him. How could I have been such a fool? Well, at least now he trusts me, and I can use him, as he has always used me. It's my revenge.
Thinking of Lucius, I remember my postponed spy duties. Maybe I should contact him and give him some excuse. No. I better wait some days.
Besides the Occlumency lessons, Harry - yes, 'Harry'. He has won again. Now I cannot think of him as anything other than 'Harry' - is already practicing fourth year spells. Yesterday he asked me if he could fly on his broomstick again, and I answered that it would be too dangerous and that he should wait a little more. He claimed that flying is one of his natural skills, and that he had begun to fly in his first year at Hogwarts. I know this very well! (Damn McGonagall and her pro-Gryffindor bias.) I eventually promised I would fly with him today.
They say that flying on a broomstick for a wizard is like riding a bicycle for a Muggle: once you learn to do it, you never completely forget. For Harry, this is clearly true. I try to join him in his dives and I almost faint. Nobody would say that it has been more than two weeks since he has flown, nor that less than one week ago he was bedridden.
"Hey, Sev, can you make a loop like this?" he shouts at me from across the pitch.
'Sev'. In only four days, I have become a 'Sev'.
I accept the challenge and imitate the vertiginous looping of the impossible boy. My stomach lurches, the world spins, but I pretend that everything's all right.
Then he takes a little box out of his pocket and releases a Snitch!
"Now I want to see if you know how to play Quidditch," he challenges me.
I dive at full speed after the little golden ball, like a child. I'm going to beat Harry Potter or my name is not Severus Snape.
He also dives as fast as he can. We are converging to the same point. The Snitch is very, very near. I hold my broomstick firmly and lead it to Potter's Firebolt. Crash! He almost loses his balance. I push him and try to pass him, but he stays ahead. Physical strength is not his main asset, neither is mine, but at this precise moment I'm stronger than he is. After all, he has just recovered from his injuries.
Merlin, what am I doing? I can't knock Harry Potter down. I'm here to help him to get better, or am I not?
He takes advantage of my hesitation to recover his balance, reach out and grab the Snitch.
All right. My name is not Severus Snape anymore. Please don't ask me what my name is, and don't call me 'Sev', or I'll hex you.
TBC...
Replies to Reviews:
sev1970: I'm glad you like my pacing. You're right about Sev's insecurity. And maybe about the bad experience too!
Anarane Anwamane: He's still stubborn, isn't he?
Sally-Jo: Oh, great! I was thinking everybody here, with a few exceptions,
wanted only smut, smut and smut!
Nymphadora Tonks1: How long will you have to wait? Er. I can't tell you that,
but you'll be the first to know, LOL! Oh, and I'm glad that you remember there
*is* a plot too!!! Thank you, sweetie.
Faerie Fighter: English is not my first language. And yes, you ask too many questions, LOL! I've answered 2 of them, is that okay with you? Hm, what do you think, should we make a threesome with Tommy-kins and have a wicked happy ending? (Never mind, I'm crazy.)
Anonymous: Wow, a flame! Never mind, you're right, this fic sux!!! I'm not writing it for you.
Lain X: Thank you, darling! I'm Brazilian, we speak Portuguese here. Maybe this "outstanding vocabulary" is because I tend to use Latin words, that are closer to my native language.
Heather: LOL! It's awesome-possum to create words and expressions! Super good!
Sadraven: Oh, don't worry too much, otherwise you'll have a heart attack in the next chapters, LOL! (I"m Evil.) And thanks about the pyjamas warning, I'll fix it.
lillinfields: You really like rhymes, don't you? A friend of mine has written a beautiful limerick: "A Potions professor named Snape / Felt trapped in his job--no escape! / But, said he with a grin, / I will never give in: / I'll teach DADA one day, just you wait!"