AN: For the summary, pairings, ratings, refer to the first chapter.
Another warning now, though: eventual slash, and for now...the fearsome Potions Professor, singing. You have been warned. And no, I wont hold it against the weaker-hearted ones if you are hastily clicking on your back button now.
Disclaimer: Don't own the HP characters - I'm just playing puppeteer with JK Rowling's wonderful creations. The uncontrollable-singing plot was borrowed from the brilliant Joss Whedon. Final disclaimer at the bottom.
Sing It Again!
by juxtaposed
Chapter Two: Professor S. Snape, Soul Singer Extraordinaire?
Severus Snape was, by far, the most terrifying teacher at Hogwarts – well, discounting Voldemort in Quirrell's turban and Crouch Jr. He was the single professor able to make an entire classroom burst into tears with just one furious glare – granted, they were Hufflepuffs, but they cried, all the same – and the only one able to cause numerous cases of seat-wetting with an angry growl. This was a reputation he had worked hard to gain, and one he was inexplicably proud of. He took great care at maintaining his creepy, intimidating, greasy Potions Master persona; it gave him much pleasure – and no small amount of leverage – to be the one faculty member to clear paths of fright whenever he stalked the halls.
As such, he was not very happy to find himself posing – posing! he thought contemptuously – in the middle of his beloved Potions lab, hip cocked out provocatively, hands resting on either side, with his chest thrown forward and his head bowed down dramatically low, as the music began, and he awaited his cue.
When a certain drumbeat had sounded, he flung his chin up and spared a smoldering glance around the room, licking his lips as they curved into a smirk, before parting open as he began his song.
Oh, you knew that you had it coming
For making me sing
And forced to have to hold this note longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I want serious retribution
And student terrorizing
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind…"
Snape, to everyone's surprise – including his own – was really quite a fantastic singer. His low, silky, drawling voice made for a smooth, rich baritone, and coupled with the innate sensuality of the music, he was – and there simply wasn't another word for it – sexy. Dead sexy.
And this, of course, terrified everyone to no end.
Especially since, much to their horror, it was coupled with the fact that they were seemingly indentured by forces unknown to dance.
This was all happening at once, so it was a little bit chaotic, what with their Potions professor still belting out his song, with a certain sort of gusto that was rather frightening, really. Especially when they listened to the lyrics.
Student terrorizing is something that's good for me
Whenever potion drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can give you weeks of detention, deduct points, and
Gryffindors I know you'll be there to relieve me
The glares you give to me will free me
Cause you don't know the things you're dealing
And I can tell you now that it's simply appalling!"
And despite the utter inappropriateness of it, particularly given the nature of the words being sung, they weren't simply swaying along to the tune. Oh, no. They were bumping and grinding, as the music seemed to demand. Slowly, slinkily, and rather stirringly.
This wasn't so bad for some of them, when they were compelled to move towards – and partner up with – the people closest to them. Ron and Hermione, for example, were all but groping each other, with nary a complaint. Dean and Neville had been behind Lavender and Parvati, and none of them seemed at all upset. Crabbe and Goyle were dancing extremely awkwardly with Milicent and Pansy, but they seemed satisfied with their partner.
Of course, there was that tiny little fact that the Potions classroom had slightly more boys than girls – a rather glaring unbalance at that moment. Seamus and Blaise, nonetheless, began to dance together.
And, much to their extreme consternation, so did Draco and Harry.
In the, dungeons, at eight, and you, better do it right
Or you'll be dead before morning
Trust that you don't want to cross me
Because I think my patience is dying
And my anger just rising and rising
And when I get that feeling
I want serious retribution…"
As their normally forbidding professor sang with an unexpected heat, the class had turned into a scene from a rather salacious dance club, the type Muggles often patronized. The dancing had turned from suggestive and rousing to downright raunchy and hedonistic. There was exchanging of heated glances, there was brushing of skin, there was writhing of bodies. And rather inexplicably, the normally cool dungeons had heated up when the song had started, and were now as warm as Trelawney's sweltering attic classroom.
Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us
Yes, terrorizing students is good for me
Student terrorizing is something that's good for me
And it's good for me and it's good to me
Gives me control, it never gets old
No matter how many times
Always feels like the first hit
It's a rush and I feel fine
Its my medicine but I do the dealing
Detention, yes its great
Can never wait for it to operate
You'd better be, prepared, you've got
Detention tonight
And every night 'til the day you rot
Yes, it feels so right…"
Snape was winding down to the end of the song, and then, as it had been at breakfast, it all ended as quickly as it had begun. The music halted and silence reigned; the heat dissipated and the Potions lab returned to its cool, dank norm.
And then there was a quick scuffle and shuffling of feet as everyone backed away from their partner, offering sheepish apologies, commiserating smiles and understanding laughter. There was a harsh snarl as the Potions Master glared at his wand, which he promptly let fall onto his bench top, then around the class, before issuing a growl and stalking out. And there was a squeaky "Meep!" as one Harry Potter stood frozen for a second – staring at one Draco Malfoy.
And then he turned and fled, much in the same path the professor had taken only moments ago, after he had disentangled himself from the blonde's arms.
Harry was only vaguely aware of running. He didn't know where he was, or where he was going, all he could comprehend doing was getting as far away as possible from Draco Malfoy. His head swam with what they had done, and the imminent confusion that had arose from it. He didn't know why he was confused about it, though, and that only complicated things further.
He didn't have any reason to be confused. There really was nothing to it, after all. It was just the spell, and everything that had happened was an effect of the spell, so it wasn't really as if he had – enjoyed – it, right? Yes, that's right, he told himself firmly. He most certainly had not been oddly enraptured with the sight of Draco's face when they were submitted to the music, with his appealingly half-lidded eyes and full curving lips. And he had definitely not felt a spark when their skin brushed together. And yet, his brain was stubbornly remaining muddled, caught up with the sensations he had felt when…when…Harry really didn't want to think about it, and yet he found himself reliving the moment.
It had been maybe halfway through the song – somewhere around Snape's mad embellishments. Draco's hand had ghosted casually across Harry's neck, and despite himself, the raven-haired boy inhaled sharply, something that did not escape the notice of his partner. But neither of them commented, Harry didn't know if it was because the spell probably wouldn't let them get away with talking, or perhaps Draco hadn't heard his breath catch after all. Either way, he supposed, he had been appreciative - it would have been just too uncomfortable for either of them to talk while in such close proximity, it would have seemed to be a very intimate conversation if they had.
Unbeknownst to him, back in the dungeons, Draco, who had watched the Gryffindor bolt out of the Potions lab, was also reliving the act, and having similar thoughts. It would have been too awkward for either of them to start a civil exchange while within each other's personal space, and in any case, for one of the first times in his life, Draco hadn't really had a clue as to what he could possibly say. They had been dancing together, very closely – he reckoned it was simply the spell – when Draco had brought his hands up to Harry's neck to bring them even closer still. As he had lightly grazed the skin, he heard Harry gasp slightly – or at least, he thought he had. They had not said a word, however, and had merely kept on dancing in the ridiculously provocative manner that was required. The both of them simply let it pass as if it was common occurrence that needed no expanding upon. However, it definitely was not, therefore other boy's silence had been unnerving; and Draco now found that he wanted quite badly to know what exactly was running through Harry's mind regarding the fact that only minutes ago, their hips were not even an inch apart.
Because, if Draco was honest with himself, he had rather enjoyed it.
AN: Alright, first up, a quick disclaimer: the song that I had the dear snarky one sing was an odd, er...manipulation (read: complete butchering) of Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing, and that obviously doesnt belong to me. And for any who are wondering, I'm picturing Snape with a very Luther Vandross-Marvin Gaye-and-older-Craig David sort of style. He's definitely got the voice for it, and can't you just imagine him being completely passionate about making his student's lives miserable?
Second- I'm really really really really sorry about the long wait - I forgot that I would be back home for a holiday and ergo have no net access - thanks for being patient, I promise the next update wont take quite as long.
Next up, a big big big thank you to my wonderful reviewers, you guys make me so happy that you're all enjoying this! Er, dont usually do individual responses, I'm really bad at them, but thanks to each and every one of you!! I like black stuff; yasminz; IloveHPstuff; Jeffrey Granger; soclosetolife; Shooter O'Brien; Lia Tween; AmethystxX; Somnia Lustre (The idea for show/karaoke tunes was a great one, care to recommend any in particular?); jess; silverkitten (ah, thank you for pointing it out to me, I've went to search for it and read it, and I guess there's a little bit of a similarity, but I did disclaim the idea as being Joss Whedon's, which is where the other story had some roots in as well. Nonetheless, thanks for bringing it up, I hope you like my humble, wacky little story anyway); Lara Black; Angie Chick; Sara; and willowseth! You guys rock and roll.
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