Chapter Eight
Snape allowed the Mage to overthrow his ruling in his classroom, this one time. Waiting until the last student was dismissed and fled for early freedom, he swished his wand, slamming the door and locking it with a powerful charm. Unnoticed to him, Osiris discreetly threw in a silencing and privacy charms. Now whatever was said would not be heard or told.
"Severus."
Onyx eyes narrowed in a deadly glare, "What in Salazar's name do you really think you're doing? You have nothing to do with my house! I will not have them as a laughing stock just for you pathetic Gryffindors!"
"I did what was expected. I may have been a Gryffindor but I won't let any house do what these students just did."
"I don't need your help! I can handle my own class!"
Disturbed by the man's anger, Osiris wasn't too sure about continuing but the Gryffindor part refused to back down. "I've seen you handle you students. But you have yet to prove you can handle your class!"
"Get out! Find someone else to ruin!"
Osiris blinked in surprise. This was the second time in one day he had been forced to leave the older man's side but this time he wouldn't leave quietly. "No."
Snape was quite shocked but wouldn't let the emotion be shown, "What did you just say?"
"You threw me out this morning and I left. You're trying to throw me out now and I refuse to leave with things screwed royally."
"And what does the Quidditch playing brain actually think?"
Emerald eyes glared at the man, "Very funny, Severus. I meant you thinking I was using you for a laugh. In case you're wondering Hermione and Ron were not happy to learn who I was nor who I've been after. We haven't hashed everything out." Snape waited impatiently, "You and I haven't done the same."
"What do you want, Potter? Me to lie down and play dead like your mangy godfather?"
The Mage heavily frowned, "I want you to give me a chance." Hurrying forward to cut of a protesting Snape, "I'm going to give in to you. I'm going to give you something you'll enjoy."
Before Snape could say a word, Osiris yanked the older man close. Then he successfully quieted any oppositions with a harsh kiss. Snape could not fight it at first, giving in at the pleasure of feeling the Mage close again. Then moments later he shoved the man away, both very breathless and Snape trying to fight his reactions, "And sticking your unwanted tongue down my throat is what I want?"
Dancing away from the irate ex-Death Eater and dangerous Potion Master, Osiris smirked, still tasting the heady flavor of spices, "No, actually that was a bonus. This is really something you always wanted to do."
From his pocket, Osiris pulled a very familiar liquid out to face Snape. Onyx eyes widened with recognition, "Your very own brand. Undiluted and guaranteed to work."