Chapter Six:
"Who in Merlin's name is that?" A girl whispered as Snape walked past. For a second he thought she was talking about someone else but when he noticed he was the only other person in the hall besides the girl and her friend he froze.
Slowly he turned around and looked at the girl in shock. No one had ever noticed him before, even in an empty hallway.
'Maybe I should've done this long before,' he thought as the girl giggled a little and turned to her friend.
'Or maybe not.' Snape looked away from the girl. Now that he had people noticing him it was all a matter of how to keep their attention. Personally Snape could barely stand the presence of anyone other than Lucius around him. 'At least that was the case till I saw her.'
A smile creased his usually sullen face. The thought of Morgan's beautifully sculpted face, like that of an ancient Greek goddess, drove him to walk with more confidence than he had ever had in his entire miserable life.
"Watch where you're going fag!"
Snape looked up into the face of James. "Sorry," he said contemptuously, not even feeling bad for running into James.
James began to walk away but something made his gaze swerve back to Snape. There was a look of shock and realization in his brown eyes.
Quickly he regained his composure and studied Snape for a second. He whistled. "You pretty up quite nicely Snivellus. Bet Lucy will think it is absolutely fabulous." James flicked his wrist. "But no matter how much you doll yourself up for your fag wife you are and always will be Stinky little Grease ball Snivellus to me." James burst into loud guffaws. Several of the other jocks sniggered as well
Snape stood there petrified. What was he going to do? During normal circumstances he would mutter some sweet profanity beneath his breath and walk away. But these weren't normal circumstances. These were the times of operation "I'm not gay" and if Snape was going to put an end to that thought train in people he would have to be proactive in disproving it. Now, more than ever, was the perfect time to start phase two.
"Excuse me?" Snape snarled staring straight into James' brown eyes. James stopped laughing and looked questioningly back.
"What?" James said pompously, breaking eye contact with Snape.
"I would suggest that you stop spreading lies. You sound like a little gossip queen." Snape made his voice really high. "What? No way. Seriously? As if. Have you seen the size of her ass?"
Some of the spectators that had stopped to watch giggled though behind their hands as they felt it safe not to wind James up even more.
"Don't you ever talk like that to me again," James' face was fast becoming a burning red.
"What? Have I hurt the poor little girlies feelings?" Snape felt years of hate and anger rushing out of his body. "Oh look," Snape looked at the people around him. "It looks as if I've made her cry."
"Snape?" Someone whispered, as everyone began to let their amusement become quite noticeable.
Snape turned around and saw a flash of gold shimmer in the sunlight streaming in from a dusty window. The back of Morgan's head quickly receded around the corner and was gone.
All the noise around him seemed to become dead. The small voice in the back of his head screamed for him to chase her down but reason told Snape not to.
"Hey Snivellus," shouted a muffled voice. Snape turned around and the last thing he saw was a fist coming at his face.
"Well he seems fine. I mean except for the black eye that is," said a voice. To Snape it sounded as if it was weighted down by gallons of water.
"What happened to the little bastard that did this to him?" muttered another voice. This one was anxious and worried.
"James Potter you mean? I wouldn't know I'm not in charge of discipline. Though I would presume McGonnagall took could care of the awful brute. Doesn't make sense though. James always seemed like the nice type."
"You need to get out of your hospital wing more often Pomfrey. James has always been a little shit head."
As Snape lie in his bed the voices began to slowly magnify in volume. His entire being was able get a more solid grasp on reality.
"Look he's stirring," said a voice, now decipherable as a man.
"Move out of my way dear. I said get out of my way! Go sit in the chair over there. Now Lucius!" Madam Pomfrey said in a manner that would make her fit to be a sergeant in the military.
As Snape's vision began to focus and everything took on a decided shape and colour the first thing he saw was the hard concentrating face of Madam Pomfrey.
"How many fingers am I holding up Severus?"
Snape narrowed his eyes and began to count the fingers he saw. "Umm... twelve?"
Lucius snickered from his chair in the corner. Madam Pomfrey glared at him. "Mr. Malfoy if you intend to sit there and be an utter distraction to my patient then I must ask you to leave."
"Sorry," Lucius said, placing a thin silky hand over his lips.
"Now Severus," Madam Pomfrey turned her attention back to Snape, whose vision was almost back to normal. "When you were hit did you stars?"
"Not that I recall," Snape croaked, pushing himself up a bit. His whole head reeled so he went back to a laying position. "What happened?" he asked, rubbing a large bump on the back of his head.
"Well after Mister Potter punched you in the face you fell backwards and slammed into the stone floor. Luckily your skull held up quite nicely. You were brought to me unconscious by Remus. Luckily he knew how to conjure up a stretcher so it was little effort on his part. Anyway you were blacked out for about twenty minutes. By the way how many fingers am I holding up now?"
This time Snape didn't have a problem counting her fingers. "Three."
"Very good. Well it seems there is nothing permanently wrong with you," Madam Pomfrey consulted a chart in front of her, "It will take several days for both the bump and black eye to go away and I think it best that you spend the night here. Just to make sure nothing really is wrong. Now I have some reports to fill out so Lucius you can come back over here but will you two try and keep it down."
"Yes ma'am," Lucius stood up and strode over the Snape's bed. "Hey," he muttered.
"Hey," Snape returned feeling uncomfortable.
"What did you do to your hair?" Lucius reached out his hand and caressed Snape's head.
"I cut it. What does it look like?"
"It looks like your were attacked by an angry hippogriff with dull claws."
"Oh thanks," Snape rolled his eyes but couldn't help it and gave Lucius a small grin.
"When you get out of here I'll make sure your hair is so beautifully done that even James will think it looks hot."
"I would prefer if he didn't," Snape said.
"Right. Anyway I'm sorry for being a little bitch in Potion's class." And for once Lucius looked genuinely sincere.
"Apology accepted. And I'm sorry for being an... Umm... well whatever I was being," even with his intelligence Snape was never all that clever with words. He preferred playing with a nice chemistry set instead.
"Now how about a kiss to seal it?" Lucius said hopefully.
"Fine," Severus gave in. Lucius bent forward and placed a small kiss on Snape's lips.
"Umm excuse me," said a voice from the doorway.
Both boys looked over at the person. There was Morgan, her golden hair streaming down her back, and her rich eyes gleaming thoughtfully. Morgan's presence instantly made Snape want to jump out of bed and propose to her right there.
He could just see it.
"Morgan my love will you marry me?" He would whisper in her ear as he slipped a ring onto her finger.
"Oh but of course," she'd say and wrap her arms around his neck. They would proceed with a heavy bout of wet but satisfying snogging.
But that would never happen if Morgan kept walking in on him and Lucius kissing.
"Oh hi Morgan," Snape actually said wishing Lucius would just disappear.
"I just wanted to see if you were all right... well are you?"
"Yes Sevvy will be fine," Lucius cut Snape, his voice cold and jealous. "Just a bump. No thanks to your cousin."
"Will you leave my asshole cousin out of this. All I wanted to do was see if Severus was okay." She sounded edgy and withdrawn.
'No I'm not okay' Severus thought, 'My hands are sweaty, my heart is pounding, and I have an overwhelming sensation to kiss the most beautiful girl in the world.'
"And it's obvious he is so I'll be going now," Morgan turned around and marched out of the door, her hips moving sensually beneath her black robes.
"Lucius I think I'm in love."
A/n: OH NO! Why are you mad at him Morgan? Why? Why must you always walk in at the wrong times? sob This story makes me so sad.
"Who in Merlin's name is that?" A girl whispered as Snape walked past. For a second he thought she was talking about someone else but when he noticed he was the only other person in the hall besides the girl and her friend he froze.
Slowly he turned around and looked at the girl in shock. No one had ever noticed him before, even in an empty hallway.
'Maybe I should've done this long before,' he thought as the girl giggled a little and turned to her friend.
'Or maybe not.' Snape looked away from the girl. Now that he had people noticing him it was all a matter of how to keep their attention. Personally Snape could barely stand the presence of anyone other than Lucius around him. 'At least that was the case till I saw her.'
A smile creased his usually sullen face. The thought of Morgan's beautifully sculpted face, like that of an ancient Greek goddess, drove him to walk with more confidence than he had ever had in his entire miserable life.
"Watch where you're going fag!"
Snape looked up into the face of James. "Sorry," he said contemptuously, not even feeling bad for running into James.
James began to walk away but something made his gaze swerve back to Snape. There was a look of shock and realization in his brown eyes.
Quickly he regained his composure and studied Snape for a second. He whistled. "You pretty up quite nicely Snivellus. Bet Lucy will think it is absolutely fabulous." James flicked his wrist. "But no matter how much you doll yourself up for your fag wife you are and always will be Stinky little Grease ball Snivellus to me." James burst into loud guffaws. Several of the other jocks sniggered as well
Snape stood there petrified. What was he going to do? During normal circumstances he would mutter some sweet profanity beneath his breath and walk away. But these weren't normal circumstances. These were the times of operation "I'm not gay" and if Snape was going to put an end to that thought train in people he would have to be proactive in disproving it. Now, more than ever, was the perfect time to start phase two.
"Excuse me?" Snape snarled staring straight into James' brown eyes. James stopped laughing and looked questioningly back.
"What?" James said pompously, breaking eye contact with Snape.
"I would suggest that you stop spreading lies. You sound like a little gossip queen." Snape made his voice really high. "What? No way. Seriously? As if. Have you seen the size of her ass?"
Some of the spectators that had stopped to watch giggled though behind their hands as they felt it safe not to wind James up even more.
"Don't you ever talk like that to me again," James' face was fast becoming a burning red.
"What? Have I hurt the poor little girlies feelings?" Snape felt years of hate and anger rushing out of his body. "Oh look," Snape looked at the people around him. "It looks as if I've made her cry."
"Snape?" Someone whispered, as everyone began to let their amusement become quite noticeable.
Snape turned around and saw a flash of gold shimmer in the sunlight streaming in from a dusty window. The back of Morgan's head quickly receded around the corner and was gone.
All the noise around him seemed to become dead. The small voice in the back of his head screamed for him to chase her down but reason told Snape not to.
"Hey Snivellus," shouted a muffled voice. Snape turned around and the last thing he saw was a fist coming at his face.
"Well he seems fine. I mean except for the black eye that is," said a voice. To Snape it sounded as if it was weighted down by gallons of water.
"What happened to the little bastard that did this to him?" muttered another voice. This one was anxious and worried.
"James Potter you mean? I wouldn't know I'm not in charge of discipline. Though I would presume McGonnagall took could care of the awful brute. Doesn't make sense though. James always seemed like the nice type."
"You need to get out of your hospital wing more often Pomfrey. James has always been a little shit head."
As Snape lie in his bed the voices began to slowly magnify in volume. His entire being was able get a more solid grasp on reality.
"Look he's stirring," said a voice, now decipherable as a man.
"Move out of my way dear. I said get out of my way! Go sit in the chair over there. Now Lucius!" Madam Pomfrey said in a manner that would make her fit to be a sergeant in the military.
As Snape's vision began to focus and everything took on a decided shape and colour the first thing he saw was the hard concentrating face of Madam Pomfrey.
"How many fingers am I holding up Severus?"
Snape narrowed his eyes and began to count the fingers he saw. "Umm... twelve?"
Lucius snickered from his chair in the corner. Madam Pomfrey glared at him. "Mr. Malfoy if you intend to sit there and be an utter distraction to my patient then I must ask you to leave."
"Sorry," Lucius said, placing a thin silky hand over his lips.
"Now Severus," Madam Pomfrey turned her attention back to Snape, whose vision was almost back to normal. "When you were hit did you stars?"
"Not that I recall," Snape croaked, pushing himself up a bit. His whole head reeled so he went back to a laying position. "What happened?" he asked, rubbing a large bump on the back of his head.
"Well after Mister Potter punched you in the face you fell backwards and slammed into the stone floor. Luckily your skull held up quite nicely. You were brought to me unconscious by Remus. Luckily he knew how to conjure up a stretcher so it was little effort on his part. Anyway you were blacked out for about twenty minutes. By the way how many fingers am I holding up now?"
This time Snape didn't have a problem counting her fingers. "Three."
"Very good. Well it seems there is nothing permanently wrong with you," Madam Pomfrey consulted a chart in front of her, "It will take several days for both the bump and black eye to go away and I think it best that you spend the night here. Just to make sure nothing really is wrong. Now I have some reports to fill out so Lucius you can come back over here but will you two try and keep it down."
"Yes ma'am," Lucius stood up and strode over the Snape's bed. "Hey," he muttered.
"Hey," Snape returned feeling uncomfortable.
"What did you do to your hair?" Lucius reached out his hand and caressed Snape's head.
"I cut it. What does it look like?"
"It looks like your were attacked by an angry hippogriff with dull claws."
"Oh thanks," Snape rolled his eyes but couldn't help it and gave Lucius a small grin.
"When you get out of here I'll make sure your hair is so beautifully done that even James will think it looks hot."
"I would prefer if he didn't," Snape said.
"Right. Anyway I'm sorry for being a little bitch in Potion's class." And for once Lucius looked genuinely sincere.
"Apology accepted. And I'm sorry for being an... Umm... well whatever I was being," even with his intelligence Snape was never all that clever with words. He preferred playing with a nice chemistry set instead.
"Now how about a kiss to seal it?" Lucius said hopefully.
"Fine," Severus gave in. Lucius bent forward and placed a small kiss on Snape's lips.
"Umm excuse me," said a voice from the doorway.
Both boys looked over at the person. There was Morgan, her golden hair streaming down her back, and her rich eyes gleaming thoughtfully. Morgan's presence instantly made Snape want to jump out of bed and propose to her right there.
He could just see it.
"Morgan my love will you marry me?" He would whisper in her ear as he slipped a ring onto her finger.
"Oh but of course," she'd say and wrap her arms around his neck. They would proceed with a heavy bout of wet but satisfying snogging.
But that would never happen if Morgan kept walking in on him and Lucius kissing.
"Oh hi Morgan," Snape actually said wishing Lucius would just disappear.
"I just wanted to see if you were all right... well are you?"
"Yes Sevvy will be fine," Lucius cut Snape, his voice cold and jealous. "Just a bump. No thanks to your cousin."
"Will you leave my asshole cousin out of this. All I wanted to do was see if Severus was okay." She sounded edgy and withdrawn.
'No I'm not okay' Severus thought, 'My hands are sweaty, my heart is pounding, and I have an overwhelming sensation to kiss the most beautiful girl in the world.'
"And it's obvious he is so I'll be going now," Morgan turned around and marched out of the door, her hips moving sensually beneath her black robes.
"Lucius I think I'm in love."
A/n: OH NO! Why are you mad at him Morgan? Why? Why must you always walk in at the wrong times? sob This story makes me so sad.