Draco Malfoy stormed through the halls of Hogwarts, descending into the dungeons.
Most people would mean that figuratively, of course. Draco was too mad to even notice the winds that followed him, whipping papers out of students' hands.
All his black bile was focused on his godfather, Severus Snape.
As he plunged down the stairs like a thunderbolt, Slytherins stepped precisely out of his way. Everyone was aware of Malfoy's temper, and wanted to be well away from him when he exploded. He was marginally satisfied at their respect.
Draco approached Severus Snape's office door, raising his hand to knock - when the door blew itself open.
Astonished, Severus Snape looked up from marking some homework papers. His gaze darkened as he beheld his godson, "Draco, is there some reason you felt compelled to blow open my door, rather than civilly knocking and awaiting admittance?"
Snape said this, mind, to a Malfoy who was gape-mouthed and simply staring. Draco pulled himself together enough to say, stiffly, "It wasn't me, sir."
"Oh, is there someone else around, then? Under an invisibility cloak, perhaps?" Snape snapped.
"No, sir, sorry sir. It's my fault, sir." Draco Malfoy rapped out, as he entered, closing the door and throwing up the best privacy charm he knew. It wasn't much, he knew that at least, but it was what he had.
"State your business," Snape said, "I've wasted enough time waiting for you to remember how to enter a room."
Draco Malfoy winced internally, knowing that Snape was remarkably ill-tempered when he was in a mood, and - he was in a mood. "You persuaded my parents to betroth me to Pansy Parkinson."
Snape merely looked at him levelly for a long moment, and said sharply, "Are you not pleased?"
"No, I am not," Draco Malfoy looked at his godfather, for a moment - Snape had a way of making even the hottest anger turn to ice in your veins. "Why did it have to be Pansy, sir?" She'll ruin everything!
Snape raised an eyebrow at his godson, "Because I'm hardly going to keep an eye on you forever."
"I'm not marrying Pansy." Draco Malfoy said firmly, his hands fisted at his sides, and his eyes glaring hate.
"Of course not," Snape said, "But I have indulged you quite enough this year, and you will learn to control yourself in the future."
Draco tried to keep his face calm, but he knew his eyes widened slightly at this. Snape knew? He knew and he'd ... It went against everything Draco thought he knew about the man.
"Yes sir." Draco Malfoy ground out.
"You will find there are other educational opportunities in your future." Snape said, "You are dismissed."
... Other... Educational... Opportunities?
[a/n: Snape has always known about this. He's cooperated just about as much as he's going to.
... guess who's going to study Occulumency? Mmm-hmm.
Leave a review - were you really expecting Draco to go off on Snape like Harry Potter would?]