I wasn't pleased with the last chapter, it wasn't where I wanted it to go but I completely forgot what it was I wanted to write. Sorry.
Another short chapter. Sorry.
Another three days until I find some time to write. Sorry.
Well with all my apologising out of the way, please review!
Chapter Eight : Apologies
Harry had completely forgotten about how he had told Malfoy about Snape's nickname. It wasn't even near his thoughts until he received a very, very cold and angry look from Snape. The two of them must have talked about it a while once he'd went to bed. Malfoy must have got some abuse shouted at him, even though it was Harry's fault, the slave curse would not allow Snape to shout at him.
He did feel a little guilty, but he was only defending Sirius. He was justified, right? Sirius was the closing thing Harry had to family. He was beginning to think a blood test was in order. There was no way he, a wizard, could be related to a muggle. Not just any muggle. The Dursleys. The most muggle-like, close minded people you could find in the whole of England.
Well, maybe Harry had gone a bit far. Apologising would probably be the best way to go. He wondered how well the curse would take it. It couldn't be that bad. He'd rather apologise so when the curse was broken, as they all still hoped it would be, Snape wouldn't try to take his revenge.
He realised it sounded like he was only apologising for his own personal game but it wasn't like that. He knew he had issues with his temper. Like when he had a bad day and screamed at Ron or Hermione. He always tried to apologise but somehow his temper randomly decided Harry should be angry. After he'd done something stupid he usually felt terrible.
"Malfoy, go to your room or something." Harry told him. He never really liked when apologies were, well, public. Malfoy raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry as if he had just been told his father was really a mudblood, just adopted.
"Go." Harry commanded. His face screwed up and he dramatically spun around, his arms dancing like cooked spaghetti at his sides. "Yes, Sir." He called back with an irritated tone.
"Snape, what I did last night it was out of order." He paused to see if Snape was listening or if the curse wasn't happy about the Master apologising to the Slave. Whilst he was silent, Snape cut in.
"Master, there is no need to apologise to me for your actions. I practically insulted your Godfather. Please, do n-not. Th-hink of my feelings. I am merely," He paused. Harry knew what he was about to say, so saved him the embarrassment.
"Be quiet. What I did was wrong. I just lost my temper for a moment and had to do something. I'm sorry if I did upset you. Don't let the curse make you think that I shouldn't be worrying about you." He let out a long sigh. "There. Now I feel better and hopefully you do too. So I'm off to make myself a sandwich.