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Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
Authors Note: I am so evil. I have not uploaded crap for weeks. My most sincere apologies accompanied by this chapter as a peace offering.
Chapter Eight Student verses Professor: Round One
*'Fine.' Draco thought bitterly. It was time to knock some sense into his Head of House, no matter how many detentions it got him.*
"Sit." Snape snapped as they reached his office door.
Draco sat.
"Sir?" Draco asked quietly.
"What is it Mr Malfoy?" Snape said wearily.
"May I speak frankly?"
"Speak." Snape said, rubbing the palms of his hands hard into his eyes.
"Sir, you need to get a life." Draco said, before ducking out of the office in a very Un Malfoy like manner.
He was surprised to hear the booming sound of hysterical laughter emitting from through the old door.
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Albus Dumbledore walked calmly down to his Potion Masters office, preferring to walk rather than use the Floo.
He was puzzled to find the Head Boy standing in font of the door, slumped against it, listening to hysterical laughter from within.
"Hello Headmaster." Mr Malfoy said, before sliding off down the corridor.
Dumbledore shrugged, and walked into Severus' office only to find said man with his head thrown back in laughter.
"Severus!" Dumbledore said loudly.
Snape's head snapped to attention.
"Yes?"
"What is so amusing?"
"Irony."
"Irony?"
"Yes. Mr Malfoy just told me to get a life, while you have just sentenced me to the castle."
"Sentenced, is not the proper word Severus."
"What is then?" Snape snapped, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming.
"This is for your own protection Severus." Dumbledore insisted.
"You just keep telling yourself that Albus." Snape returned, his fingers making their way to his temples.
"Severus Sebastion Snape! You are completely hopeless!"
"Yeah, no shit." Snape said, lapsing into his student's vocabulary.
"Severus, if you ever find someone who will listen to you, I certainly hope they can stand outbursts. I, for one, am rather sick of them, so please keep them to yourself, or find someone who can bear your company."
Snape bit back the sarcastic reply on his tongue as the aged headmaster swept out of the dungeons.
Albus is right, he thought. I really am hopeless.
Deaths Voice Summary: Death comes to Hogwarts in one form or other, Tom Riddle lives, and through all of this Hermione Granger and Severus Snape get pushed together . . .
Authors Note: I am so evil. I have not uploaded crap for weeks. My most sincere apologies accompanied by this chapter as a peace offering.
Chapter Eight Student verses Professor: Round One
*'Fine.' Draco thought bitterly. It was time to knock some sense into his Head of House, no matter how many detentions it got him.*
"Sit." Snape snapped as they reached his office door.
Draco sat.
"Sir?" Draco asked quietly.
"What is it Mr Malfoy?" Snape said wearily.
"May I speak frankly?"
"Speak." Snape said, rubbing the palms of his hands hard into his eyes.
"Sir, you need to get a life." Draco said, before ducking out of the office in a very Un Malfoy like manner.
He was surprised to hear the booming sound of hysterical laughter emitting from through the old door.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Albus Dumbledore walked calmly down to his Potion Masters office, preferring to walk rather than use the Floo.
He was puzzled to find the Head Boy standing in font of the door, slumped against it, listening to hysterical laughter from within.
"Hello Headmaster." Mr Malfoy said, before sliding off down the corridor.
Dumbledore shrugged, and walked into Severus' office only to find said man with his head thrown back in laughter.
"Severus!" Dumbledore said loudly.
Snape's head snapped to attention.
"Yes?"
"What is so amusing?"
"Irony."
"Irony?"
"Yes. Mr Malfoy just told me to get a life, while you have just sentenced me to the castle."
"Sentenced, is not the proper word Severus."
"What is then?" Snape snapped, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming.
"This is for your own protection Severus." Dumbledore insisted.
"You just keep telling yourself that Albus." Snape returned, his fingers making their way to his temples.
"Severus Sebastion Snape! You are completely hopeless!"
"Yeah, no shit." Snape said, lapsing into his student's vocabulary.
"Severus, if you ever find someone who will listen to you, I certainly hope they can stand outbursts. I, for one, am rather sick of them, so please keep them to yourself, or find someone who can bear your company."
Snape bit back the sarcastic reply on his tongue as the aged headmaster swept out of the dungeons.
Albus is right, he thought. I really am hopeless.