Ch7
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Sailor Moon and nor do I own Harry Potter.
Severus Snape looked up from his desk when he heard his students talking rather than making their potion as he had told them to. Of course, they would be talking considering they have to communicate on how to do the potion, but what really irked him was the fact that they weren't talking about the potion, but about their new classes.
It was bad enough that Albus Dumbledore had allowed Potter's beau…big sister become the DADA teacher (when she had no lessons in magic whatsoever, might he add), but now her two friends are teachers as well. Learning new forms of magic…martial arts and swordsmanship…types of defensive moves…it's like their training these kids for war! True that Potter will be fighting a war, but he's the only one who's fighting the dark lord. All the other children will probably stay at home with their parents.
Severus stared back down to the pile of papers on his desk and glared at them, like they were someone had told him they had created a formula to clone Potter, the younger one, as if one wasn't enough. He then had concluded…somebody up there must really hate him when they decided his fate. It was bad enough that he had to deal with the Golden Boy, but now there's his sister, who looked nothing like her brother, constantly on his mind.
But what really got on his nerves was the fact that she would instantly pop in his mind when he least expects it…or when he wants nothing to do with anything. However, that doesn't really bother him as what he had experienced the night she came to Hogwarts. Those pesky dreams and visions just won't leave him alone. Those bright blue eyes that draw people in and drown them into a world of seas and stars. Those innocent yet sinful looking lips that are a light pink color and tempt men to just press their lips against hers and taste them. The golden hair that trails straight to the floor if it's not pulled up and the bright gold color that rivals the sun even on its hottest days. The soft skin also held a slight golden hint on it, as if tempting people to touch the softness to see if the light glow is really there.
Severus's black eyes widened as he realized that he was thinking about her again. And to make matters worse, he wasn't only thinking about her, but he imagined himself there as well. That it was his eyes that were drowning in the blueness of her eyes. That it was tongue and his lips that were tasting the sweet treat that might be hiding in her mouth. That it was his hands that were touching the sleek strands of hair and the baby smooth skin. Forgetting all about his students, including his worst enemy, Harry Potter, and his pride, Severus groaned and brought his hands to his face as his elbows rested on the table.
Harry didn't notice the uneasiness in his potions teacher, but was instead staring at his partner from the corner of his eyes. He watched in amusement at the determination being shown in Hotaru's wide purple eyes as she stirred the potion in the cauldron a few times. Her hair was a strange color, but the dark lavender strands complimented her eyes and her pale skin. Harry watched in silent awe as Hotaru managed to make the whole potion without even asking for his help. "Where had you learned to do potions?" he asked, "I thought that this was the first time you're in a wizarding school."
"It is," Hotaru replied. She checked over the potion and made sure that it was the same color as it was intended to be. "But I was taught by the best where I came from." "Back in Silver Millennium," she added mentally. "This potion is actually quite simple compared to the other kinds I learned," she continued.
Harry smiled when he heard her muttering about how everything was going to be a lot easier due to the lessons she took. His green eyes watched in amusement when he caught a light red hue on her cheeks; she probably sensed his eyes staring at her. He thought it was strange that his shyness had completely melted away when he's with her. Normally when a girl catches him staring at her, he would immediately turn away with his entire face blushing.
Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder, causing the boy to break his staring on the girl and turned to his best friend. "Is it just me or is Snape acting all pissed?" he whispered, so the teacher wouldn't hear him.
Harry glanced at the teacher, not knowing exactly what to say. "He's just upset that Usagi-mama and everyone else is working here," Hotaru replied, probably a little too loud.
Severus lifted his head and glanced up quickly when he heard that. His black eyes targeted Hotaru, who was watching the movement of the light teal potion as she stirred through it and ignored his glare. "Shouldn't you be making the potion, Potter, instead of talking?" he sneered, even though his eyes were trained on Hotaru.
Harry opened his mouth to argue when Hotaru poured the potion into a vial and said happily, "Finish!" Everyone stared at her as she walked over to Severus's table and placed it down on his desk before heading back to her desk.
"You're finished?" Draco drawled out, staring at her in disbelief, "But we were only here for twenty minutes!"
"I learned how to do certain types of potions within in a short period of time," Hotaru said, "And besides…I learned from the best potions master in the world."
"Who?" Pansy asked, angry at the fact that Draco was paying attention to Hotaru, rather than to her.
Hotaru stared at the girl and smiled the exact same grin Setsuna wears. "That's for me to know and you to find out, as the saying goes," she said, "And besides…you wouldn't believe me even if I tell you." When she heard Severus examine the potion and saying in complete disbelief that it was perfect and saw an angry look in Pansy's eyes, her Setsuna-grin turned into a Haruka-smirk.
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In a dark shadow-filled room, there was no sign of light or life, other than two pairs of blue eyes stared at each other, one pair brighter than the next.
"Is everything going according to plan?" a female voice asked.
"Hai, everything is happening just as she predicted," another female voice replied, "I still can't believe you're willingly do this. Especially to a traitor like it."
Her companion laughed and said, "My dear girl, it makes no difference if I'm giving this to it, as you like to call the traitor."
"I suppose we should go back and report what's happening," she said.
The companion sighed and repeated, "Hai, hai…let's go see our counterparts and see how they're fairing in their training."
"But first we better head back before that fucking whore suspects something."
"Ohhh…I never thought I'll see the day that you would curse," an amused voice said.
"Contact our leader tonight?"
"Can't, I'm gonna be with the 'fucking whore'. We'll head out tomorrow."
"All right, but I still can't believe you're doing this."
"Why not? It's not it's affecting anything right now. And besides our counterparts still remain a virgin and I'm more experienced in these kinds of matters."
"Which one? The acting or the performing?"
"Ohhh…you sure are no longer the little innocent..."
"What do you mean 'little'?"
"Oh, nothing." Sounds of heels started to walk away as the other person chased after.
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Setsuna was staring into the mirror and watched in plain disgust as she watched Mamoru wrap his arms around Minako's waist tightly and planted a kiss on her neck. She rolled her red eyes and sighed as the scene became more explicated fervent.
"Sickening, isn't it?" a voice asked.
Setsuna glanced up and stared at the figure in the shadows. "Hai, it is," she replied, "But we have no say in this matter."
"You're not going to watch them make out, are you?" the mysterious stranger asked, "I mean, it's sick enough to watch them kiss, but making out is going a little too over the top."
"Of course not," Setsuna said, with a smile, "I better go and check on them right now and see if there's any progress."
"So…when is everything going to reveal themselves?"
"When the time comes, my dear friend," Setsuna said, ending it at that.
AN: Sorry about the short chapter. I'll try to make the next one a bit longer. So any clue on what exactly transpire in this chapter? Also in the lat chapter I had updated for The Wife of Four, I had mentioned about a new story I had thought up that involves InuYasha and Sailor Moon. I'm still not going to tell you what it's about, but I'll leave a small preview to keep your minds rolling.
Usagi's blue eyes widened as flashes of a beautiful woman about the age of thirty with long silky black hair wearing an overflowing kimono with a young child wearing a red haori clinging to her side. The boy appeared to be human except he has long silvery hair with dog-ears on the top of his head. Another flashback revealed the same woman being buried with the child clinging onto her this time as he cried for his deceased mother. Memories of their time together brought a smile to Usagi's face, but a memory of her dying to protect him brought tears to her eyes.
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