Title: Snape's Private Hell
Author: Madelynn Rae
Description: It appears that Snape has been found out for his position as a spy, and Dumbledore feels he is not safe in the wizard world. Snape is sent to a very unusual place, where no one could possibly find him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Snape, but god I wish I did.
It was Thursday night, and Snape had been a teacher at this small school for three days. Everything had been moved in and situated, and life seemed to be pretty calm… until he got to watch his first television program.
Magdalena and Severus sat on her green leather couch in front of her big-screen TV, watching Family Guy on Fox. Maggie, a huge fan of the show, couldn't seem to stop laughing, while Snape stared, mortified, at the strange 2D images flashing around in this large box. Watching TV his first time was enough for him; cartoons were just too much. The evil-minded baby had just done something rather heinous and cold, and that did get a snort out of him.
Magdalena looked at him, her eyes widening, her wild red hair frizzed out around her, making her look all the more menacing. Snape looked back at her, his eyebrow raised, a lock of his hair falling in his eyes. He jerked his head a little to get it out of the way, and stuck up his nose at her.
"What are you staring at?"
"You… did you laugh? I see no children suffering, and you still managed to let a chuckle escape?"
He rolled his eyes and scoffed at her.
"I laugh. Maybe I just don't want you to see me laugh, hmm?"
There was an evil glint in her eye, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. He narrowed his eyes at her, a small flash of fear flickering in his eyes, then dissipating as his usual scowl.
"Wipe that look of your face… what are you thinking of?"
She giggled maniacally. Her voice started out in a small whisper.
"I'm gonna make you laugh if it's the last thing I DO!" Before she finished her last two words, she leapt forward to tackle him, and they both ended up flipping off the edge of the couch and onto the floor. She pinned his shoulders down with her knees and began to relentlessly pinch and tickle his ribs, and then he got the upper hand and rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists down, glowering at her. Despite his best efforts, he had a smirk on his face, and couldn't help but snicker a little.
"Think you'll get a laugh out of me, do you? Hmm?"
She grinned up at him and giggled a little. Severus looked down at her, smiling… then suddenly jumped up and away from her, straightening his shirt and looking everywhere except for her. Mag sat up and watched him, confused.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
He jerked his head towards her, his face blank, then looked down at the floor, folding his hands behind his back, like a little boy caught messing around in a mud puddle in his Sunday best.
"I'm tired, I'm going to go to bed." She raised an eyebrow.
"It's only 8… you're tired already?" He nodded, crossing his arms in front of his chest, glaring at her.
"Yes, I'm tired already."
Mag shrugged, raising her eyebrows, and got up off the floor.
"Well, tomorrow night is the All-School dance, 7th through 12th graders. I got my name drawn to chaperone, and none of the other teachers are 'available' to help me. I can't handle all those kids myself, they all see me as their equal so they'll just walk all over me."
Severus smirked at her.
"They probably won't have a good time knowing I'm there."
Mag smiled, looking at the carpet.
"It's not like you'll be walking through the crowd, all you have to do is stand on the outside and watch them, make sure things don't get too rowdy, it's not like you have to talk to anyone… that is, if you don't want to…"
He rolled his eyes.
"Oh God, stop babbling, I'll help."
The small woman let out a breath she'd been holding, smiling, relieved.
"You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you."
He scowled at her and walked past, brushing shoulders with her for a moment.
"Yes, well, feel lucky, because I don't do favors."
At the dance Maggie was having the time of her life… of course, the same couldn't be said about the former Slytherin Head.
Said man was leaning against a darkened wall, keeping an eye on the students. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his face was casual. Not his usual scowl, but not pleasant, just neutral. His legs were crossed at the ankle, as well. He didn't mean to look so casual, but right now he was too tired and defeated to bother.
His black gaze drifted over the crowd of sweaty, dancing hormone-bombs. Among them, he noticed, was Miss Aislynn herself. His eyes flickered over her small form, and he'd be a liar if he said she didn't look delectable. Sure, he was a cold, stiff, ruthless private school professor, but before all things, he was human, and he was a man.
A v-necked white top clung to her in all the right places, and she was wearing his favorite color of any type of pants of jeans: black. They hung low, below her hips, but high enough not to show anything that shouldn't be seen. They were slightly loose fitting on her, and began to flare out starting at the knees. Her skin shimmered from perspiration, and she had a happy smile on her face, obviously enjoying the song she rocked her hips to.
He knew the song, it was a rather well-known Muggle song called "Black Betty." This, however, was a remake. He didn't know the group. The song ended, and he raised an eyebrow as she skipped towards him, fanning herself.
"God, how can you wear those long-sleeved shirts? It's hot in here!" He smirked.
"It's only hot because you're dancing strenuously amongst a group of hot and sweaty, nasty teenagers."
She rolled her eyes at him, then grabbed at his left hand, unbuttoning the cuff and rolling the sleeve up.
"Alright, once I fix this, you're dancing with--"
She blinked, looking down at a strange mark on his arm. Oh Merlin, he thought, she found the Dark Mark.
"--me… What's this? I didn't know you had a tattoo, you seem too uptight for something like that." He sort of breathed a sigh of relief. He forgot temporarily that Muggles had tattoos. He then rolled up his right sleeve just above the elbow like the other.
"Yes… It was 20 years ago, give me a break." She laughed.
"Oh God, yes, the 80's. I'm surprised you don't have an eyebrow pierced or something… although you do seem to have the remains of a mullet."
She smirked and looked back down at his Mark, examining it… then her eyes drifted to his forearms. For someone who seemed so slight and thin, he had some pretty impressive arms. He jerked his arm away, crossing both in front of his chest again.
"Well, now that you're done fondling me, didn't you say something about a dance?" Mag blushed furiously, then took his hand and led him out to the floor, as her favorite slow song started to play.
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreamin' of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
Trying hard to reach out
But, when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And break away
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But, I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And break away
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jetplane, far away
And break away
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me
But, gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye, gotta
Take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And break away
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But, I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And break away
Breakaway
Breakaway
At the end of the song, Snape looked down at Mag. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, his arms secured around her waist, and she seemed perfectly comfortable and content snuggling against him. It didn't matter to the rest of them that the song ended. All that mattered was that their moment last only a little while longer.
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