A/N: Same drill! So Naxxus has a thing for Snape? Well she says not…but…read on!
Naxxus woke to find Severus Snape staring down at her. His long greasy black hair, was hanging around his face, and his nose, inches from hers.
"What..?" she groaned, trying to sit up.
"Lie down." he growled.
She looked at him, decided against saying what she wanted to, and did as he said.
"Such a dramatic exit, Madame," he snarled, "Do you always leave in such a manner, or are there others, that you have left for a later time?"
Naxxus glared up at him.
Snape simply smiled in his usual angry, and bitter fashion.
"No? I thought not."
When she said nothing to this, Snape moved away, but then deciding he had more to say, sat back down again.
"Madame Deoria is it?"
Naxxus nodded.
"Yes, I know of you, and your notorius family," he snickered, "Necromancers the whole lot of you, and builders of the equally notorius, and thoroughly gruesome, American Wizard Prison, Deorum."
Naxxus said nothing.
"I also know, Madame, that Eliah Malfoy inhabited a cell in Deorum, as did.." he moved a bit closer and snarled again, "..you."
Naxxus glared hotly.
"And?"
Snape sneered coldly at her.
"And, what I do not know is, why, the two of you were there. I am sure also, that Lucius would love to know what put his lovely bride, behind prison walls."
Naxxus was furious now.
"I do not care what you want, Professor Snape, and I certainly do not care what Lucius Malfoy wants!"
"But why, has Madame Malfoy, not told her husband? It is my understanding, that wives usually tell their husbands everything, or is that not the case here?"
She stared at him.
"Amazing, what one will hide, when it could be one's undoing."
Naxxus sat up, and borught her face inches from his, and snarled at him.
"It is also amazing, Professor, what one will believe, when it falls from the wicked tongue of a beautiful, yet deadly, snake."
She knew he understood the implications of the statement, yet Snape did not appear to be offended by this. Rather, he seemed vaguely amused.
Naxxus rose from the bed slowly, allowing her head to stop spinning, and lurched across the room. She had her hand nearly to the doorknob, when she heard an all too familiar word...
"Accio wand!" Snape bellowed from behind her, his wand pointed directly at her.
Nothing happened. No wand appeared in his other hand, and the look upon his shallow face, was of anger and confusion.
Naxxus laughed softly.
Snape glared back her, his black hair hanging over his eyes.
"Accio wand!" he said again with more determination.
Still, nothing happened, and again, no wand appeared to him.
Naxxus laughed again.
"What did you really expect to happen, Professor Snape?"
He glared harder at her.
"You must have left it back at the match..." he mumbled coldly.
"Left what there?"
"Your wand, you nasty little fool!"
Naxxus ignored the rude comment, but laughed once more.
"Wand? Oh yes, I see...I do not have one."
Snape stared at her in utter rage.
"You don't have a wand? Every witch or wizard carries a wand." he stated this clearly, as if he were teaching a lesson to a very bullish child.
"No Professor, I do not have a wand, never have, and never will. I do not need such a prop, to do magick," she could sense the fascination it elicited in Snape, and added after a moment, "Eliah, Madame Malfoy, has no need of one, either."
Snape looked momentarily shocked, recovered from it, and did not speak.
Naxxus grinned.
"Unlike her dubious husband, Lucius..." she threw in for added shock value.
Snape sneered at this.
"Pray tell me then, Madame Deoria, how you do magick, if you have no need of a wand?"
Naxxus smiled. Despite herself, she was beginning to like Snape. In fact, she smiled a more bitter smile, we could be friends, if he wasn't a vindictive little prat.
She chuckled to herself, then looked at Snape, who was still eyeing her with mild curiousity.
"Will and Intent, Professor...if neither are present, then magick, does not exist. Manipulating the forces within you and those that surround you. Surely, you, Professor Snape, know all about such matters?"
He nodded quickly.
"Being able to mumble and blather on with flowing words that rhyme, and pointing a stick at something, does not mean anything. Pretty and all that, but merely a dramatic bit of play, don't you think?"
Snape looked as if he wanted to argue this, but chose instead, to merely nod.
Naxxus smiled at him slowly.
"Professor, you could learn alot from me...and, I think, despite our first impressions of each other, that I could learn quite a bit from you."
Snape smirked.
"What could I possibly learn from you, Madame Deoria?"
She laughed.
"First, you need to learn, that my name is Naxxus, not Madame Deoria. I despise that name, makes me feel old and loopy...second..." she pointed to the wand in his hand, "how not to be so depended upon such childish props."
Snape sneered a bit at this.
"And what, could you learn from me, Naxxus?"
She smiled in a slow, cold way. Her eyes a shade darker then they usually were, it was something many had learned to avoid seeing.
"Well, you are renowned for your potions, and , your poisons are you not?"
Snape nodded.
"Yes, of course I am."
She smiled even more at this.
It was a cold and cruel kind of smile.
"I want you, Professor Snape, to teach me everything you know about the deadliest poisons you know of...teach me how to use them properly and their uses, of course..."
Snape gaped at her. A little voice inside him nudged at him.
~Ah yes, Snape, you may have found the one...try not to muck this up, will you?~
He shook his head quickly.
Then, a smile crept acrossed his shallow face. This was the closiest Snape ever got to happy.
Naxxus watched him.
"Well Professor Snape, do you agree to it?"
He stared at her.
"First, before I agree to anything, what exactly do you need to know about poisons?"
Naxxus' laugh filled the room completely. Snape cringed a bit at it, but he was not one to let this bother him.
"Everything, Professor."
"Yes, but why do you need to know about them?" he eyed her curiously.
Naxxus chuckled icily.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"