If anyone were to ask who was the most annoying teacher of all time that had spent their days at Hogwarts, the replies would be the same. More often than not, people were in awe of a man, that not only used to be a warrior for the dark lord, but had switched allegiance to the light side and worked for Albus Dumbledore.
This alone had gained him notoriety and of course the fact that he had been the one that was appointed to protect Harry Potter with his life. He did this job with a passion, but demanded that no one know about it.
The hate that he would spew out at the boy was out in the open for all to see, and there were even times when Harry himself would wonder what had he done to make the man hate him this much.
After the war, Harry had found out a lot about Severus Snape, and had in a sense begun to admire and respect him.
His thoughts often tinged with sadness, that they could have been friends, or at least cordial with each other, and knew that it was too late to mend fences. Because of his death in the war, the only thing that had Harry loving him were the memories that he had given away just before he succumbed to death.
How he had loved Lily Potter, and then how he had insulted her by calling her a mudblood. How he would insult Harry at every turn by calling him a celebrity and telling him that he struts around the castle just like his father before him.
There were so many memories of the man, that had Harry put up a portrait of him in his home.
It seemed that his life was never complete without a snarky remark from the Slytherin.
But what Harry didn't know, was that there was also a portrait of Snape in Malfoy Manor. Which the Professor visited quite often in fact. If not to torment his godson and listen to his ranting about how much Potter annoyed him.
How his stupid Auror uniform fit his stupid body perfectly, and how was it, that out of all the Aurors, he was partnered with the fucking golden boy. His stupid green eyes, how they would capture a room, and of course let's not forget his stupid laughter. How anyone could stand that sound was beyond any comprehension.
How his hair was so unruly, that he had to wonder if Potter ever brushed it, because honestly!! Didn't he know how?
So much so that had Snape rolling his eyes on more than one occasion. When he grew tired of the ranting and the shouting, he would go over to Harry's house, only to be met with the same type of predicament.
Potter moaning about how perfect Draco was. How was it that his hair never got messed up - even when they were on a mission - chasing the bad guys all over Europe. It was unfair. And the way his clothes never looked wrinkled, as if he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. It was unnerving to be that perfect.
He hated perfection - Merlin knows he was by no means perfect. Nobody was. Well, Malfoy was. But that was the problem. How dare he be so fucking perfect? And every time he ate, especially when it came to ice cream, he would groan at the taste, and give his spoon licks that had Harry leave the office in frustration on more than one occasion. How he never managed to mess on himself was nothing short of a miracle.
It was mortifying how perfect the prat was!
And every time Snape would have an answer for his godson.
"Draco, it's been long enough. Why do you torture yourself like this?", Snape would ask.
"Oh that's funny Severus. You think I haven't told him how much he irritates me and annoys me?", sneered Draco.
When it was time to answer Potter he would be the same calm sneering man that Harry had come to love.
"Potter - perhaps if you showed Draco what it is that you don't like about him", he would start saying.
