part 2 of emmie's (rather) IN CHARACTER fic!!!
enjoy...though i'm sure you wont -__-
*LATER IN POTIONS*
Snape was really quite bitchy this morning. Malfoy sighed exasperatedly as he explained the composition of some potion or other. This was really his easiest class, and one of the few that he had without his body guards. They had failed their potions O.W.L.s the year before and were stuck in a fifth year class. He grimaced, those idiots…
Malfoy started the potion and found it incredibly easy. He rolled his eyes as Professor Snape leaned over his shoulder to “inspect his potion”.
“Good job Malfoy.” Said Snape in a more pleasant voice than he used with the rest of his students. Draco gagged and almost choked on his tongue. He had heard stories about a certain quill and a bottle of red ink, and he really didn’t want to find out…
“Thank you professor.” He replied monotonously, wishing that the slimy, pedophilic git would get the hell away from him.
Unfortunately for Draco-dearest, this was not going to be his lucky day. Snape moved, if anything, closer to the disgusted Slytherin boy who shuddered violently.
“You know Draco,” purred Snape, “You really are my best student, and I really wouldn’t offer this to anyone else.”
Draco gulped, dreading absolutely EVERYTHING at that moment in time. “Erm, what are you offering me p-professor?” He asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“An extra-credit assignment. It’s completely up to you, but I think you’d enjoy it.” Malfoy felt his perfectly styled hair start to stand on end. This was really getting kind of sick…His oddly demented professor continued, “After classes today, if you’d like to come down to my office-“
Coincidentally, Draco chose that exact moment to have a vicious coughing fit in order to stop himself from vomiting all over the dungeon floor. Snape, not really wanting to be coughed on, moved away from him. With Snape out of his personal space (which is here defined as an area of about two feet in every direction from Draco’s body where other people, especially his disturbed potions professor, were NOT allowed) Malfoy quickly regained his composure.
“Well professor” drawled Malfoy in what he hoped was his most nonchalant and monotonous voice, “You just said I was your best student, so WHY would I need the extra credit?”
Professor Snape blinked.
“And frankly,” sneered Draco in an altogether nastier voice, smoothing back his white-blonde hair in a way that made the teacher drool sickeningly, “I’m not interested.”
His professor gaped at Draco Malfoy’s smug face. A moment later his look of incredulity was replaced by a silent snarl. “Carry on with your potion Malfoy” he snapped and stalked away quickly.
The brat prince sighed exasperatedly and finished the potion, bottling it up and placing it on Snape’s desk. Honestly, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He didn’t understand why that man hadn’t been caught yet.
“Bloody hell,” he thought to himself as he began packing up his things. “I don’t know where on EARTH he thought that I’d be interested in HIM. How many years has it been since he last washed? And after all, he’s an ex-death-eater. What a pansy. At least I think he got the picture now.”
Draco consoled himself like that for the remainder of the period and was thinking, a bit hopefully maybe, that Snape would leave him alone now. His hopes were spoiled when he saw the professor oogling at his arse as he left the classroom.
“Jeezus fucking Christ!!” he grawled to himself, “I’m just a really spectacular guy…what the hell did I ever do to deserve this?!”
So yes, it was a rather bad way to start off the day, but he would cope, he always did. Anyways, next period was Care of Magical Creatures, and he could always take his negative emotions out on the pansy Gryffindors and the great oaf.
Oh he sincerely hoped he would be able to piss them off…
*~*
Yea man, like I said, more of this shit later, and I do believe he was still in character. I almost made him say ‘ew’ once but…::shakes head:: I thought that was stretching it a bit far.
Any way, so we’ve already gotten rid of ::counts on fingers:: four fanfic Draco pairings. No Draco/Pansy, Draco/Crabbe (ew), Draco/Goyle (same amount of ew-ness), and no Draco/Snape.
I honestly hope that all of you enjoyed seeing Snape as a pedophilic bastard, I quite enjoyed writing him as such -^__^-
baka green shots herself AGAIN for continuing this thing...and yes, there is a shitload more to come
*LATER IN POTIONS*
Snape was really quite bitchy this morning. Malfoy sighed exasperatedly as he explained the composition of some potion or other. This was really his easiest class, and one of the few that he had without his body guards. They had failed their potions O.W.L.s the year before and were stuck in a fifth year class. He grimaced, those idiots…
Malfoy started the potion and found it incredibly easy. He rolled his eyes as Professor Snape leaned over his shoulder to “inspect his potion”.
“Good job Malfoy.” Said Snape in a more pleasant voice than he used with the rest of his students. Draco gagged and almost choked on his tongue. He had heard stories about a certain quill and a bottle of red ink, and he really didn’t want to find out…
“Thank you professor.” He replied monotonously, wishing that the slimy, pedophilic git would get the hell away from him.
Unfortunately for Draco-dearest, this was not going to be his lucky day. Snape moved, if anything, closer to the disgusted Slytherin boy who shuddered violently.
“You know Draco,” purred Snape, “You really are my best student, and I really wouldn’t offer this to anyone else.”
Draco gulped, dreading absolutely EVERYTHING at that moment in time. “Erm, what are you offering me p-professor?” He asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“An extra-credit assignment. It’s completely up to you, but I think you’d enjoy it.” Malfoy felt his perfectly styled hair start to stand on end. This was really getting kind of sick…His oddly demented professor continued, “After classes today, if you’d like to come down to my office-“
Coincidentally, Draco chose that exact moment to have a vicious coughing fit in order to stop himself from vomiting all over the dungeon floor. Snape, not really wanting to be coughed on, moved away from him. With Snape out of his personal space (which is here defined as an area of about two feet in every direction from Draco’s body where other people, especially his disturbed potions professor, were NOT allowed) Malfoy quickly regained his composure.
“Well professor” drawled Malfoy in what he hoped was his most nonchalant and monotonous voice, “You just said I was your best student, so WHY would I need the extra credit?”
Professor Snape blinked.
“And frankly,” sneered Draco in an altogether nastier voice, smoothing back his white-blonde hair in a way that made the teacher drool sickeningly, “I’m not interested.”
His professor gaped at Draco Malfoy’s smug face. A moment later his look of incredulity was replaced by a silent snarl. “Carry on with your potion Malfoy” he snapped and stalked away quickly.
The brat prince sighed exasperatedly and finished the potion, bottling it up and placing it on Snape’s desk. Honestly, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He didn’t understand why that man hadn’t been caught yet.
“Bloody hell,” he thought to himself as he began packing up his things. “I don’t know where on EARTH he thought that I’d be interested in HIM. How many years has it been since he last washed? And after all, he’s an ex-death-eater. What a pansy. At least I think he got the picture now.”
Draco consoled himself like that for the remainder of the period and was thinking, a bit hopefully maybe, that Snape would leave him alone now. His hopes were spoiled when he saw the professor oogling at his arse as he left the classroom.
“Jeezus fucking Christ!!” he grawled to himself, “I’m just a really spectacular guy…what the hell did I ever do to deserve this?!”
So yes, it was a rather bad way to start off the day, but he would cope, he always did. Anyways, next period was Care of Magical Creatures, and he could always take his negative emotions out on the pansy Gryffindors and the great oaf.
Oh he sincerely hoped he would be able to piss them off…
*~*
Yea man, like I said, more of this shit later, and I do believe he was still in character. I almost made him say ‘ew’ once but…::shakes head:: I thought that was stretching it a bit far.
Any way, so we’ve already gotten rid of ::counts on fingers:: four fanfic Draco pairings. No Draco/Pansy, Draco/Crabbe (ew), Draco/Goyle (same amount of ew-ness), and no Draco/Snape.
I honestly hope that all of you enjoyed seeing Snape as a pedophilic bastard, I quite enjoyed writing him as such -^__^-
baka green shots herself AGAIN for continuing this thing...and yes, there is a shitload more to come