Goodness! I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. First NaNoWriMo, then a holiday, with about half of it without internet in any form or shape... Again, sorry... New Years' week special! Updates almost everyday until Jan. 14!
Draco Malfoy strolled through the halls of his old school. Hogwarts hadn't changed very much since his repeated seventh year, besides most of the repairs from after the War. He grimaced mentally as he looked up at the two gargoyles guarding the office of Minerva McGonagall.
"Acid Pop", Draco had no idea what instinct told him to say this. McGonagall was the headmistress now, and he doubted that she liked candy very much. And yet, the doors opened wide enough to admit him.
In the office, Minerva McGonagall wasn't there. Her desk was completely empty and, Draco wrinkled his nose at this, decorated with Scarlett and Gold. "Good Morning, Mr Malfoy", Someone from right above the chair greeted him. This, of course, was no surprise to Draco.
"Good Morning Professor", He looked up at the portrait of the former Headmaster. His eyes still twinkled, and his beard was as white and long as ever.
"And will you now ignore your own godfather, Draco?", A more sarcastic voice asked from the right of Dumbledore's portrait. Severus Snape's eyes glinted in his pale face, framed by greasy hair.
"Why else do you think I'm here? It's almost Christmas and I'm supposed to help organize the Annual Ball. You tell me"
"I see you haven't lightened up at all since your Sixth year", Snape raised an eyebrow. At this, Dumbledore feigned sleep. Draco's face darkened, "Don't act like you haven't got a clue"
"About what?", Snape feigned innocence, which didn't come naturally to him, whereby he was left smirking. Draco glared back in return.
"About me and-", Snape cut him off with, "Granger and I. Grammar, Malfoy" Draco mentally face palmed. Once a teacher, always a teacher. But his plan worked, "So you did know"
Unfazed, Snape replied, "Of course. So why are you here, exactly? I sincerely hope you aren't demented enough to ask for advice from the man who about helped kill the woman he loved and her family, and still hated her husband, and tortured her son when he became his student", After his long rant, Snape looked at him, "Are you?"
"Well...", Draco smiled uneasily. Maybe I should've rethought my first decision, he thought.
"I can't believe that you were an advanced baby", Snape muttered as he shook his head miserably, "But I can give you this much", He looked Draco straight in the eye, "Don't lose the Gryffindor to another bloody Gryffindor"
Ooh! I blended Snape/Lily and Dramione. Proud of myself. R&E&R