This doesn't belong to me, I'm just borrowing. Slightly longer Chapter!

Chapter 2

"Snape" the name was barked across the Great Hall, as the owner slipped in through the doors, and then turned as if to leave straight away. He'd taken to not eating with the staff, preferring his own company to that of the snivelling masses, and the insanity of their esteemed leader. But it was not to be, Harry had changed the meal times, so no longer could he rely on being the first in, and the first out, having finished eating before the others had arrived. And the entrance to the kitchen had been moved, with the house elves banned from serving food anywhere but the Headmasters Quarters and the Hall.

If he'd been paranoid, and self centred, which admittedly he was both, he would have claimed it had been done deliberately as a way of forcing him to be more sociable, but yet the point of such was beyond him. Contrary to popular opinions among staff, he hadn't mellowed once his spying days were over, he was still stuck teaching imbeciles who had no respect for his art, and stuck talking about which Quidditch team would win out this year. He'd long since come to the conclusion that as long as they didn't fly into him, and he didn't have to referee he didn't care. A completely pointless game.

"Snape" The voice carried across the room, the whole place silent as all eyes swung to stare at the sallow creature who was stood still in the doorway, "Your food is getting cold, and your presence is desired at the table now." Harry. Always bloody Potter.

Students close to the door could make out the faint screwing up of Snape's face, as he muttered to himself internally, unaware that as he mimicked internally his face was expressing it to the few near to him "Snape, join us, we're having an interesting conversation about the benefits of transfiguring someone into an orang-utan you know like in that really interesting series" bunch of fools the lot of them. Or worse "So Snape, would you like to join me for tea" but not a question, he was never asked questions, it was statements, orders, all thinly veiled.

"Now Snape" the tone grew sharper, and forced Severus to move towards the table, if he'd been a teenager he'd have thrown his arms around and stomped, huffing and puffing, sighing and growling, but he wasn't and merely glided elegantly to the head table, ignoring the empty seat next to Potter and sitting at the end, ignoring the glare from his tormentor.

Since the end of Voldemort, Harry had decided that Snape was to be his new best friend it would seem. Just because he hadn't been in on the plan for the destruction of the Saviour. Even when Sev had pointed out that he could care less if the Saviour died, and the amount of times he'd been tempted to just substitute the potions Harry had tested with poison, and quite frankly he didn't want to be friends with the brat. But oh no, that wasn't allowed.

"Snape?" If he could he'd throw a dagger into that irritating throat that kept helping Potter to speak, but instead, he bit the inside of his cheek, his teeth chewing hard, while his lips thinned. His temper was reaching new heights. "Snape!"

"What now Potter!" he couldn't help hissing like a cat down the table, this was farcical, could he just eat in peace? He'd made his feelings clear, and yet the blasted menace was still pushing.

"Just wanted to say hello, didn't see you about today, wondered where you were hiding" He couldn't help but slamming the goblet down on the table with force, denting the heavy wood, and leaving a dent in the goblet itself, as well as spilling the contents on his plate. Great, bloody wonderful, "You shouldn't do that, do you know how much goblets cost Snape?"

It was a good thing that the knife in Sev's hands was currently imbedded in the wood so that it wasn't sticking out of Potters chest.

"Feeling violent today huh Snapey" Count to ten, breath in breath out, focus on the fact that he could leave as soon as desert was here.

"Not talking huh Snapey Snapey?" Blood tasted strange, tangy, he should take something for it, who'd have thought he'd have bitten straight through? At least it gave him something else to concentrate on other than that irritating – he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What damn it?" bloody typical, he gets ignored so he has to come and make his presence felt. "You suffered so you have to make me suffer to Potter? Congratulations your driving me utterly insane." Bloody green eyes twinkling.

"Lets go for a drink in my chambers after you've finished destroying the table" Another bloody order.

"Lets not" He tried pulling the knife out, but it was a bit like the sword in the stone, it was wedged deep and wasn't even rocking. Damn it, he could use it round about now, he could just slit his own throat. Yeah that'd be an idea, no more wretched Potter, no more brats, no more fools. Just peace and quiet. A fork would do though…

Said fork was snatched out of his hands by that twinkling fool, who'd have thought it, two twinkling fools, though by all accounts the older one no longer twinkled. He just slobbered.

He couldn't help but snicker at that, it had served him right- "What, just because I wasn't concentrating on your greatness doesn't mean you can poke me" Bloody Potter…

"No, no I will not go to your rooms, who knows what you'd do to me," his lip curled up in a sneer as he glanced down the table, the rest of the staff were all pointedly not paying attention, though he could swear Lupin's ears were twitching, damn werewolf. "Go pester one of your fans, I am not entering your damn rooms. And the puppy dog look only works if you're a sap"

"Ok Snapey, put it this way, we go to my rooms or we go to yours, yours sound good I've not been recently, it'll be nice to see if you still have the chains, you know I never pegged you for the S&M type –" the rest was muffled as Sev slammed his hand over Potters mouth, and now everyone, students and staff alike had him pegged for some kinky bugger.

He let out a half shriek as a wet tongue stroked across his palm, it was vile, and he pulled his hand away and wiped it on his robes, trying to remove the glistening saliva. "Damn it, one drink in your room, and that's it. Then I'm going back to mine on my own, without an escort, without anyone pestering me. You will not touch me, you will not pour the drinks, I will test said liquid for potion, you will not cast any spells. You will sit at the other side of the room, conversation will be restricted to the weather and where you are going for the holidays. The drink will last no longer than twenty minutes. Understood" His eyes flashed dangerously at his nemesis, who merely nodded grinning.

"Let's go now Snapey" Sev found himself dragged off his seat and pulled forcibly down the Hall back to the doors, with the whole hall avoiding his eyes, though he could swear he could hear some sniggering, he'd deal with that tomorrow though. After he'd dealt with this situation…