The Very Secret Diary of Severus Snape
Chapter 3
October
Dear Fluffy,
I am now sitting in front of my cauldron in the abandoned room. The potion is coming along quite nicely. It's been almost a week, and if I timed it right, I should be finished the day before Halloween. My biggest problem is still figuring out how to get James to drink it. He doesn't trust me at all (and all things considered, I can't really blame him), so I know he probably won't take a cup of anything knowing it came from my hand. I need to figure something out.
After I stir the potion for the night, I think I'm going to shower before returning to the dorms. It's well after midnight, so I doubt I'll run into anyone. We were dealing with a rather nasty plant in herbology. The bloody thing oozes disgusting pus when it's pulled out of the dirt and someone thought it would be hilarious to throw a large glob of it at me. When the pus is diluted it's wonderful for medicinal purposes, but when it's pure, and worse when it's fresh, it causes mild deterioration of the skin. Luckily, I got it all off before any permanent damage could be done. As it is, I'll have a rash on my left arm for the rest of my life, but it could have been worse. I still feel slimy. When I get my hands on the person that threw it…
The potion is finished for the day. I think I'm going to take that shower.
-Severus
Severus Snape shut his journal and sighed. He checked his potion one last time before quietly creeping out of the abandoned room. Stealthily, he made his way towards the prefects bathroom, making sure to keep quiet.
"Leviosa Draconis." Severus whispered when he reached the portrait that marked the entrance. The portrait opened and he climbed in. Once the doorway was firmly closed behind him, he slumped against the wall and sighed. "Only a little bit longer…" He muttered to himself as he shrugged off his robes and slipped into the warm water. 'A little longer and my potion will be complete. Maybe them James will like me….' Severus sighed again and sank into the water, letting only his nose and eyes hover above.
He was still sitting in that position when the portrait creaked open again. Severus stood and whirled around, now face-to-face with James Potter. They stared at each other for a moment, both too stunned to speak.
"So you've finally decided to wash the grease from your hair, Snivellus?" James sneered, coming to his senses first. "Took you long enough. I was beginning to worry that someone would think to use you as a human torch."
Severus growled at his rival/love interest. "What the bloody hell are you doing here, Potter?"
"Same thing as you, I expect." James took offhis clothes, hiding them behind a urinal, then slipped into the opposite side of the oversized tub, as far away from Severus as possible. "I'm taking a nice, relaxing bath in the Prefect's bath in spite of the incredibly late hour."
Snape looked away, successfully hiding his blush behind a curtain of black hair. "And why, pray tell, would you need a relaxing bath at such a late hour. What could possibly be bothering you?"
"That's really none of…" James stopped, suddenly very alert. Snape raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to say something, but shut it when James motioned for him to stay quiet. James pulled himself out of the tub and walked over to where his robes lay, pulling out a piece of parchment and looking it over while Snape struggled to contain another blush. James cursed under his breath and kicked his clothes, as well as Snape's, back behind the urinal.
"Out of the tub!" James ordered, walking towards the stall at the end. When Severus hesitated, James grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto the window sill, snapping the oversized tapestry shut so they couldn't be seen.
"Potter, what do you think you're doing?" Severus cried, outraged. Before James could answer, the portrait swung open for the third time.
"I could have sworn I'd seen Sevvy come this way…" Snape glared at James as the newcomer walked around the bathroom.
"How the bloody hell did you know Lockhart was coming?" Snape whispered, struggling to keep his voice low.
"Quiet, Snivellus," James muttered. "Unless you want your favorite stalker to find you quite the compromising position with your arch nemesis."
Severus's eyes widened. "My favorite WHA-" Before he could finish his sentence, James grabbed Snape's shoulders and kissed him, making sure to hold him in place. Snape, too stunned to move, just stood in James's grip, unable to bring himself to pull away.
"That's odd…." Lockhart said to himself, stopping in front of the window. "I'd have thought Sevvy would be here, considering what I threw at him earlier. Maybe he's already back in the common room and I just missed him."
When James heard Lockhart finally leave the room, he wasted no time in letting go of Snape and putting his clothes back on. Snape finally, and angrily, came to his senses just as James was about to open the portrait.
"What was that? He's the one who threw that pus at me? And you!" Snape, scarlet faced, growled as put his cape back on, making sure to hide a certain part of his anatomy. "You! What the bloody hell was that?"
"Yes, Lockhart threw highly dangerous flesh eating pus at you. No, it wasn't me, though I'm sad I didn't think of it." James turned around to face him. "And your yapping would have gotten us caught. And you wouldn't want Lockhart, who would throw damaging substances at you as a ploy to see you, to find you naked in the bathroom with your rival, as I stated before. It would ruin your over-inflated ego and break his fragile heart. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll thank you not to mention this little encounter to anyone. That is unless you want to be pelted with another blob of skin eating pus." James smirked at Snape and disappeared through the portrait.
Dear Fluffy,
I haven't really been able to write since Wednesday. I've been completely out of it. Lucius, I think, is getting worried about me. He says I've been unresponsive to most of what he says and I've basically been ignoring everything that goes on around me. I shrugged it off earlier, but now that I think about it, he may be right.
I've been completely zoned out. After I finished checking the potion (from my last entry), I went to the bathroom as planned. Within a few minutes, James showed up. And then he somehow knew that Lockhart was coming, so we hid in the windowsill (he half dragged me). He mentioned something about Lockhart being "my favorite stalker." I started saying something, but he kissed me to make me shut up. It was… incredible. Now I have an all new reason to hurry up and finish my potion. I can't waste any time.
And what did he mean by 'my favorite stalker'?
And Lockhart did threw that pus on me? On purpose?
-Severus
Dear Fluffy,
I think I've found a way to get James to drink my potion. We're having a Halloween ball this year for the first time in about 27 years. Professor Flammel told us about it during class today.
I think I know what I'm going to do. If James goes (as I'm sure he will), he'll want to drink something eventually. I can put an illusion on the horn so it looks like the goblets on the table, then spell it so no one else will grab it.
The only problem is if he decides not to come. He's not with Evans anymore, so he doesn't quite have a reason to be there like he would have. If he's not there, I'm not sure how I'll get it to him. I'll just have to deal with that problem if it comes.
-Severus
Dear Fluffy,
Been too busy to write. Between preparations for tomorrow and classwork…. The potion is finished. Everything is ready for tomorrow. So tired… I'm going to sleep….
A/N
Sorry this took so long, but I got busier than I thought. I'm going to aim for a chapter a week and see how that goes.
Raven Potter Weasley, Thanks for telling me the link doesn't work. Let's try this again.
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And if that didn't work
sincerusamor . blogspot . com (just get rid of the spaces )
Next chapter up soon! Hope you all like what I'm doing so far.