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SLYTHERIN BOYCHAPTER FIVE: Moero! Moero! Ahahahahahaha!
"They got YOU", he snarled vehemently. "What were they thinking? Wouldn't they know?! How could you accept the job?" His voice was rising steadily in anger. She looked at him, blinked in astonishment and recognition.
"…Severus?" she said, then her eyes grew wide. They saw a blush steadily creeping into her face. "When they told me you were unable to teach, they didn't say why," She said. "I'd never have accepted the job if I knew you'd be here!" She was hissing the way they'd hears Severus hiss time and time again.
"I'm sorry I'm not dead for you, but this is the next best thing, isn't it?" he sneered.
The other students watched, too stunned and curious to say anything.
"Don't talk to me that way, it was all your fault," She snapped. "Everything that happened was your fault!"
"It absolutely was not my fault! You can't blame me because you left in the midst of everything! Do you have any idea how long it took to find a replacement with your god damned qualifications?! We were set back months because of your childish fancy with Dizzy," he said.
"It wasn't because I fancied Dizzy, it was because I didn't fancy you and you couldn't handle me being in a relationship with him!" She yelled. His ears turned bright red.
"I would never even consider being in a relationship with an unintelligent wench like you! I simply didn't think it was appropriate for you two to be leaving in the middle of meetings to go shag in the bathroom, and in my own house! I have to live there, you know, I don't want your disgusting slime all over my things!" he shouted.
The students were getting a vague idea of what was going on, and a few whispers had broken out across the dungeons about Severus fancying the new Potions Professor.
That's not it and you know it, you little liar," She said. "And you are little, I don't know how you ever managed to reach six feet ten, a runty little kid like you," She mocked.
"Oh, that hurts so much, Lila, I really care how damn tall I am," He snarled. "Teach the fucking lesson," He snarled. "And then go find Dizzy because you're sure as hell not going to get any from any other human on the face of the planet," he slumped into his chair angrily.
She blushed, suddenly looking at the open-mouthed faces of the other students. She drew herself up, as though trying to save some of her dignity, and opened the record book, the cover snapping loudly against the desk. She silently took role call. The lesson began.
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They were making a potion that would eat through metal. It was harmless to human skin, however, which made it very useful for metal workers who needed to mold the metal without the fear of injuring themselves. It wasn't difficult, basically busywork until she got a real lesson plan set up. She and Severus shot each other hateful glances every once in a while.
Hermione looked over at Severus, and saw him pull a small vial inconspicuously from his bag. He glanced at the trout gills, which were what he was supposed to put in. His hand hovered over them for a moment, as though contemplating whether to use them or not. Surely he knew how to make a simple potion such as this? He was a Potion Master, after all, which didn't just mean that he was a teacher, it meant he was a master in the field. Not to mention he had quite a name among in the potion master's community, and was well known as the best in the country, if not the world. Hermione had seen his name printed time and time again in potions journals. It wasn't possible that he didn't know what he was doing.
Hermione got the distinct impression that he knew exactly what he was doing.
His hand left the gills and turned back to the vial. He yanked the top of the it off and dumped the entire contents of it into the cauldron. When he ducked underneath the table, Hermione had the sense to do the same, dragging a surprised Harry and Ron down with her.
After a few moments, they heard a tremendous rumbling, and the entire classroom shook as a pillar of fire erupted from Severus's cauldron, shooting straight for the ceiling and hitting it. Of course, as soon as the fire hit the ceiling, it spread out across the entire classroom, dropping tiny warm pieces of black ash on the students, who were screaming in surprised terror. When the rumbling subsided, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Severus climbed out from under their table. Severus grinned wickedly at Professor Jericho.
"Oops." He said. "I think I might have mixed my potion incorrectly, Professor." He looked so smug in saying it, that she let out a huff of rage.
"You're cleaning it up!" She snarled, pointing to the ash that was still floating from the ceiling to coat the dungeons. He waved his hand, and the entire pile of ash vanished.
Well, not vanished, exactly…
Nearly a half a ton of black ash was sitting in a towering heap on the teacher's desk. She glared at him.
"I'm sure Filch would be happy to clean it up for you." Severus said. "As for me, I have to be going, I've got to go to the library." He said.
"The bell has not-" she began, but was cut off by the sound of the bell echoing throughout the dungeons. Severus picked up his bag and left the room.
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At breakfast the next morning, Dumbledore walked up to Severus, who was, yet again, eating all by his lonesome. The Slytherins snickered as he took Severus by the elbow and led him in the direction of his office. Even a teacher couldn't get away with putting on a show like Severus did that day in Potions.
"That was pretty wicked, though," Neville said suddenly. "I've never seen anything like it. I didn't even know it was possible for a potion to explode that way, and I'm an expert at exploding potions," He smiled good-naturedly.
The other Gryffindors nodded. "You know, he didn't use a wand to move all those ashes," Seamus said. "He just waved his hand. He must be pretty powerful,"
"I've heard about wandless magic," Hermione said. "Apparently, most wizards and witches become dependant on their wand to produce anything, but there are some people who never really take to their wand, who learn other ways to control their magic. It's not widely understood, really, but it's completely mental, like the only people who have been recorded with the ability after they get their wand and go through schooling are the exceptionally brilliant ones." She said.
"He might be a neat person to talk to if he weren't such a bastard all the time," Neville said glumly. "Why can't he be nice?"
"Muggle therapists say there's a reason for everything." Hermione said. "But I think it's best to leave well enough alone. I tried to talk to him once and he got all angry at me, when he first got changed back. We should try to be friends with him, maybe," she asked.
"Yeah right," Ron scoffed. "He hates Gryffindors. He would never be friends with anyone who's not in Slytherin."
"Ron," Hermione said. "It seems that he doesn't like the Slytherins at all. And they don't like him either. I guess the real truth is that he doesn't like anybody."
"What about that person he and Jericho were talking about? Dizzy? He seemed angry at her, but he didn't really seem to care about this Dizzy fellow," Harry wondered.
"I don't know, and I'm not about to go ask him." Hermione said. "Let's talk about something else…"
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Severus walked away from the Headmaster's office in a foul mood. Detention! How could they actually put him in detention? He was a teacher for God's sake! It wasn't fair! What did the world have against him?
"I've been damned since the day I was born!" He snarled to no one. "Bad luck never ends for me, I'm jinxed," He kept walking angrily, not bothering to return to the Great Hall, instead going straight to History.
The day passed sluggishly for him, he was dreadfully bored. When he got to Potions, last thing, he spend the whole time looking angry and shooting if-looks-could-kill-she'd-be-deads at Professor Jericho.
Soon it was seven fifteen, and he cleaned up his things, preparing to go to that damned detention.
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A/N: That's all for now ;). Don't worry, everything WILL be explained later, such as the thing with him in the quidditch robes, the scar, and what kind of meetings he was talking about with Lila and Dizzy. And maybe, just maybe, I will introduce Dizzy and the other (currently anonymous- though I know their names and such) people that attended the so-called "meetings". Confused yet? If not, I haven't done my job correctly!
So tuck in and get ready for further delicious chapters, heheheh.
ALSO: This will not be a HG/SS romance. Just so you know.