Legilimency Lesson
"P- Protego!" Harry panted, barely hearing himself, mind screaming with pain.
There was a flash behind Harry's eyes, and suddenly the vision of Uncle Vernon's purpled, yelling face spun away, replaced for an instant with colourless mist.
When it dissipated, a lanky, black-clad figure, back to him, stood in Uncle Vernon's place. The figure turned, and Harry recoiled before realising this Snape was only a memory, younger and . . . different.
Snape spoke, but Harry didn't hear, realising that he must have somehow flipped the Legilimency charm back on Snape with his shield spell.
Snape was going to murder him - probably he would take a sip of pumpkin juice and keel over twitching.
Harry's eyes widened as Malfoy the elder stepped nearly through him, also younger, and with a more pleasant expression on his face than Harry had ever seen there.
If it hadn't been a Malfoy, Harry would have called the expression open - maybe even affectionate.
Then Malfoy traced his fingers over Snape's cheek, and Snape bent for a kiss, and-
Harry was staring up at a livid Snape, the one he was used to, and scrambling to flee.
Trying desperately to instantly forget what he'd seen in his professor's memories.
~Fin~
Final update for a while, at least. I hope you've enjoyed my take on this couple so far, and that you'll come back and enjoy it again whenever I get back to writing them!
