A sixteen-year-old black-haired boy grinned vindictively as he stirred his caldron. Pink smoke cascaded across his greasy face. His eyes showed a glint of happy insanity. Today is the day, he thought, that I'll finally get the revenge I've wanted for so long…
He wiped his nose with the back of his greasy hand, and looked around the empty classroom. Everyone else was outside in the cool Valentine's Day air, exchanging chocolates, singing sonnets, or playing in the new fallen snow, but not Severus Snape…
He had more important things to do.
Even Professor Simmons, the Potions Master, was now gone from the chamber. Severus had requested that he worked at a potion today for extra credit. The professor had looked at him as if he was mad. He already had the highest grades in that class. But he agreed, and left Severus to his work, which was exactly what Snape had wanted.
The mad smile had not escaped from his visage as he went to grab an empty vile. He had been brewing a love potion, he grinned even more, a strong love potion that he was planning to give to one of his darkest enemies, the quietest of the Marauders, Remus Lupin. Who he was to fall in love with? Another one of his darkest enemies, and… Severus giggled with delight… another guy. Sirius Black. That's what the get for calling me gay! He had gone over the plan in his head… it was soooo perfect! They'll all be too overcome with shock to ever suspect him. And they'll both be marked as gay for the rest of their lives! He laughed maliciously.
Everything was set; he would make sure no one else was around Remus except for Sirius (for the potion to work properly, the person had to fall in love with the first one he saw) and slip it in his afternoon tea. He had his vile, camera (to make fliers out of later), and a good alibi (he had been playing checkers with his friend, Lucius Malfoy). Nobody would suspect him… the plan was foolproof.
He grinned again and swept out of the room. Today is the day they'll regret ever picking on Severus Snape…
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Snape's eyes snapped suddenly out of his daydream. Remus glared at him expectedly. He coughed loudly, and straitened himself up and sighed. "Lupin I have no idea what you're talking about."
Remus let out a growl and smacked him on the back of the head, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT? HOW COULD YOU FORGET A THING LIKE THAT?!"
Several gentlemen jumped from that outburst. Tasha looked at them from the other side of the room, scoldingly.
Remus breathed loudly, Snape's nose was in the coffee mug. He picked himself up, and wiped his greasy face with the napkin. He just gave the angry werewolf a sheepish grin, "Erm… bad long-term memory… I guess…"
Remus turned from him, looking depressed. He whispered softly, like a ghost, "You should be glad you forgot, because I never did…"
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short. The next one will be a lot longer, though I promise. Lots of sweet Sirius/Remus lovin ^-^. Kudos to whoever Reviews!