Slythering Snakes [HPFanfic] (I love Severus Snape) ~Slow Updates~

PROLOGUE

A/N: Yey! My first HP Fanfic! >_< I LOVE YOU SEVERUS SNAPE!!! I love sexy, dark, mysterious Professors *sighs dreamily*

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NOT!

Who thinks Umbridge is a bitch? I do!

Who thinks Snape is SEXY? I do!

Oh yeah... the story, right! 'Ere you go now, mate!

Dedicating to the two coolest Team Snape evah! Yawzzah! (> 3<)

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PROLOGUE

        ‘Noctidaeia Arachnid Blackheart…’ Dumbledore’s voice echoed from the silent Great Hall.

          Severus Snape suppressed a yawn. It was the Sorting. They do this every year in Hogwarts. And as much as this events bores the bloody hell out of him, his presence was pretty much mandatory as well as his co-professors were. Another reason his presence seemed tolerable was being Head of Slytherin House. Thus, knowing every single insufferable and irking student under his house deemed appropriately to be of his knowledge.

          He himself was a true-blue Slytherin himself. And his duty to uphold and maintain certain standards upon his house deemed unentertaining, yet, somehow satisfying in a more leveled manner of speaking.

          The Sorting Hat grumbled and mumbled then paused,

          ‘Slytherin!’ it announced.

          His House jeered and cheered clapping their hands proudly for their new member. He smirked to himself eyeing the girl—who undoubtedly would be quite an asset to his house—as she lead herself to the Slytherin table.

          Licorice hair, long enough it reached just above her waist; Unfathomable dark-eyes, he wasn’t sure were of fake or real color, framed by natural thick lashes; A dangerously wicked full-lips; Intimidating high cheeckbones, intensified by that mischievous grin; A suave posture, confident stride—which every Slytherin should have—and an impeccably fair pale skin contrasting all her dark features. Just perfect! A Slytherin—which he assumed—after his own heart’s desire!

          Noctidaeia Arachnid Blackheart… Even the girl’s name belonged all too befittingly.

          Snape snapped out from his mental praises as Blackheart met his eyes. His eyes furrowed as the girl’s triumphant grin turned sly, meaningful and menacing. For a moment there, he saw fire from her eyes as they glared straight back at him, his own refused to back down as did hers even after she had finally sat.

          He nodded his head and raised his cup in a welcoming gesture. It was awkward… the way she kept staring unabashedly. And Merlin’s beard! He held a gasp and shock as she so naughtily winked at him followed with a cheeky, toothy grin.

          In bloody Salvador Slytherin’s name… what the hell was that!