Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters! If I did I would be rich with Severus and Draco as my slaves Severus would also have more swirling capes to make him look smexier 3
A/N: So here's my second chapter trying to appease Canada and such so it probably won't be very long. So here we go! Italics mean that he's thinking.
Those insufferable brats! Having to teach first years is bad enough but it seems like they've been getting ideas from the way Potter and his groupies treat me. Strutting about like he owns the school, talking back to the professors... Not to mention he can't even brew a decent forgetfulness potion! The sooner he falls off his broom the better.
Snape was stalking through the hallways on his nightly rounds cursing the Potter name and trying to figure out how no less than 13 first year students had managed to blow up their cauldrons when he heard a noise. His face lit up in feral delight at the prospect of a student out of bed that he could give detention to. His cape swirled around him as he rounded the corner into a deserted dungeon classroom.
When he didn't see anybody right away he smirked. He was going to have fun with this one.
"Whoever you are, you are in a lot of trouble and I suggest you come out quickly!" he spat out, his eyes searching the room for the person. They widened considerably when a tall form stepped out from behind the door.
"I'm sorry sir; I didn't know where I was going. You see, I came here to visit my grandson but then I took a wrong turn and ended up here even though I don't know where exactly "here" is and then I tried to go back to the big doors but I got even more lost and I can't find my way back…" he ranted before being cut off by Snape.
"Might I ask who you are? You are obviously not a student and I don't remember any student unfortunate enough to act like you," he said. Although I'm sure I would remember someone as handsome as you.
"Oh, everybody calls me Roma, and you are?" he questioned.
"I am Professor Severus Snape, potions master here at Hogwarts," was his reply.
"Oh good! Then you can show me how to get out of here!"
"Be that as it may, I am afraid that the doors are locked for the evening so I will just bring you to the headmaster and he can deal with you," Snape turned and started walking away when he felt something latch onto his arm.
"Please don't leave me alone here Severus, you are the only one I know apart from my grandson and his friends I don't want to go see this headmaster of yours I would much rather stay with you!"
"Very well but only for tonight, seeing as you can't go anywhere else. Follow me." He started off towards his rooms. Upon arrival, he muttered the password and the portrait swung open to reveal a cozy and modest set of rooms in the Slytherin colours. Roma walked in and immediately knocked over a table which in turn knocked over the shelves along with many of the more complicated and time-consuming potions.
"Now look what you did, you're almost as bad as my first years! There's the bathroom; go wash up and by then I'll have the couch made up for you." Snape vanished the mess and transfigured a cushion and a blanket then went to his own bedroom to get ready for sleep. He heard Roma exit the bathroom and settle down on the couch as he did the same in his bed. He finally drifted off to sleep never once realizing that in all the chaos he had forgotten to get the name of Roma's grandson.
So good? Bad? Don't know that much about the Great Roman Empire so I'm going off of Hetalia wikia and info from M. In regards to the problem of B/Italy having never seen Harry Potter, we are hoping to correct that this coming weekend so please bear with her until such a time as we can legally force her to watch the movies