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It was time for Potions. It was time for Snape. Harry stood outside the dungeon classroom with the rest of the fourth year Gryffindors and Slytherins who, other than Hermione, were eyeing him cautiously. Malfoy hadn't said another word to him since that first day, but Harry knew that wouldn't last. Not while Snape was around.
Good.
He hoped Malfoy would start his childish behaviour again. Then he could tell him more about how sexy his father was! Harry smirked. His classmates shivered. This, they decided, couldn't be good.
The door opened on its own a moment later and the students filed in, the door slamming shut behind them as they moved to their seats. They remained quiet. No one wanted to risk talking now, especially when they didn't know where exactly Snape was. They were sure he was watching them, just waiting for one of them to mess up.
He always was.
Harry had no such qualms, mainly because he simply couldn't care less about Snape or what he had to say. All he did was insult his father anyway. He sat hunched over on his stool, chin resting on the tabletop, blinking slowly, waiting for this bloody lesson to get started already. Did Snape get paid for being dramatic or something?
...Actually, yes, he did.
Snape stalked into the classroom a mere moment later. He moved to the front, tapped the chalkboard, and when the instructions appeared, he ordered them to get to work. He didn't look like he was in a good mood. Well, more so than usual, so everyone quickly started, not willing to risk his wrath.
Harry meanwhile, still didn't care. He began his work as well, biding his time. Snape would come to him. He wouldn't pass up an opportunity to belittle him. When did he ever? And sure enough-
Halfway into the lesson, Harry noticed Snape approaching and fought not to smile. He waited for the man to get closer, waited for him to stop by his table, waited for him to glance into his cauldron.
"And what is this meant to be, Potter?"
Harry bit back a grin. He couldn't have asked for a more perfect opening. "I don't know, sir. You're the one who assigned it. Why don't you tell me?"
Snape flinched the second he heard the Parseltongue. The motion was barely noticeable, Harry only having seen it because he'd been looking, and huh, what a strange reaction. Oh ho! Was Snape bothered by the sound of Parseltongue? How very curious.
Snape's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a sneer. "Show boasting, are you? How arrogant of you, just like your father. He also often d-"
"The man you call my father is a stranger to me," Harry replied calmly. "I know more about that horse-faced blond idiot you have the misfortune of calling godson than I do James Potter. Do you realize he's dead? No, you don't, do you? I sometimes wonder why you're supposed to be a smart man. You don't act it."
"Potter-"
"What? What are you going to do? Deduct points? Assign me detention? You call me arrogant, but I think you're the most arrogant one here. Give me a proper reason to respect you, and I will. But until then, you, Snape, can go fuck yourself." Harry, finished saying (read: hissing) his piece, stirred his potion before adding the next ingredient, and stirred it again.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor." And with that, Snape turned on his heel and returned to his desk.
This earned Harry a few glares from the other Gryffindors, save from Hermione and Neville, but instead of ignoring them, Harry looked at them, fixing them with cold, green eyes.
"Have something to say? Upset I lost you precious points? Why don't you try and earn these points yourself instead of relying on Hermione answering questions right, or me risking my life every year?"
They didn't have an answer to that, not having understood him in the first place. Instead, they exchanged frightened glances before quickly looking back down at their cauldrons. The Slytherins smirked and jeered, but Harry wasn't particularly pleased with that either.
"What? You find this funny?" The smirks all vanished. "Oh, not smiling now, are you? You like dishing it out but can't handle it when it's served to you, can you? Honestly, Hufflepuffs have more courage than you idiots."
The Slytherins looked away now too, sure they had just been insulted, but not sure what'd been said. They wanted to retaliate, but who knew what Potter was saying in Parseltongue? What if he was darker than they thought? They weren't sure what to think.
Pleased with the reactions, Harry turned his attention back to his cauldron, working away innocently as if none of that had even happened. Hermione sighed in exasperation but found herself exchanging an amused glance with Neville.
This was still better than Harry brooding, they told themselves.
And that's it for now. I actually love Snape-he's one of my favourite characters in HP, but yeah, he's a right prick most of the time, unfairly too. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!