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

Chapter 1

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CHAPTER 1

          ‘Daeia!’ she mentally groaned and walked on ignoring her callers.

          ‘Noctidaeia!’

          Okay, normally she’d have acknowledged whenever her full first name was called in attention, but certainly not for these two. Not for Crabbe and Goyle. Those big dufus of a Slytherin were not worth of her time. They were a most certain pain in the neck.

          The two had finally caught up to her—much to her utter dismay—and walked with her on both sides.

          ‘What!’ she moodily snapped.

          ‘Whoa, there… Now som’uns cranky aren’t they now mate?’ one of them jeered mockingly.

          Her eyebrow twitched. Oh, how her hands ached to cast a few Cruciatus curse right now! These two wouldn’t know what hit 'em.

          ‘Get a life you two, and bugger off!’ she snapped as she rounded down the curb.

          ‘Well Flint wants to know your answer. What do you say?’

          Her brows furrowed in annoyance.

          ‘Of what exactly?’ she wearily asked without a tad bit of interest.

          ‘Blimey, girl!’ a vein twitched from her left eye. ‘Does “you being Flint’s date” ring a bell then?’ Crabbe mocked.

          She rolled her eyes. She loathed dancing, of all things, waltz! Especially being Marcus Flint’s expendable date for the Yule ball.

          ‘No’ she said flatly.

          ‘There’s som’un else yer comin’ with then?’ Goyle inferred.

          She dared not speak.

          ‘Is true then ain’t it?’ Crabbe pushed further.

          ‘Drop it Crabbe, Goyle. Let go!’ she seethed.

          They both snickered.

          ‘Well Salvador, I’ll be damned! Yer comin’ wit 'em filthy mudblood Weasleys’

          She rolled her eyes. Blood status never was an issue to her. But, unfortunately it was for most Slytherins.

          ‘You are so naïve, girl!’

          Something in her snapped. Yes, naïve. You are but a mere child! You are weak! You have nothing girl… a voice in her mind slurred mockingly. By instant reflex, she had grabbed Crabbe by the collar and with a swift movement and proper momentum, sent his body slamming against Goyle and they both hit the stone wall hard.

          And before anyone could guess so, no she was not born with inhuman strength. In fact, it was a muggle technique. “Body slam” it was called if she recalled it right.

          Her actions earned a little crowd from annoyingly curious eyes.

          ‘What in Merlin’s beard—’

          ‘Speak further and lose your tongue!’ I warned in low growl. ‘Next time you two have got nothing nice to say with your filthy tongues, I suggest you keep it to yourselves. And that is to say, if you value your lives dearly’

          She had absently pulled out her wand out in rage. Pointing it to the two blokes she hissed, ‘Dare call me “girl” again and I assure you, daylight shall never dawn upon you ever again!’ her eyes hazed from internal darkness.

          Calm yourself. Resist the darkness. Do not fall to it. A silky smooth voice reprimanded calmly from her mind.

          For a second her anger ebbed away slowly.

          ‘'You there, girl!’

Ah-yeah… until some jerk-face shouted from her back. She spun around all too quickly still clutching her—vampire-tooth-cored, 12-inch, ebon—wand ready to aim it to whoever that bloody fool was. Nobody calls her ‘girl’ and gets away with it!

‘I said—’ she stopped at loss of words, her rage suddenly flushing down the drain as she realized who she was pointing at. Ah-yeah… that guy is an exception…

‘—oh Professor, forgive me…’ she politely lowered her wand but not her gaze.

She’d rather hold her head high. She hadn’t done anything wrong and she refuses to lower her head for shame. It was not her fault evidently.

‘Fighting fellow Slytherins are we not Miss Blackheart?’ he sneered in an accusatory tone, head held high, like the arrogant fox he is.

She rolled her eyes. ‘I’d just like to say, any form of magic was not summoned in any way given this situation’ she stated defiantly.

Snape’s brow rose, in fraudulent belief. Oh how she really loved that, she always found him—raising an eyebrow—sexier when he did that, she smirked.

‘And they managed to hit the wall by themselves? A very plausible lie indeed…’ he slurred with hints of mock and sarcasm.

She shrugged. ‘That’s body slam for you…’ she murmured

‘A body—what?’ he inquired bewildered. ‘Are you mocking me girl?’

She rolled her eyes.

‘As much as I love you Professor, I am not in any extent or intent mocking you’, she wearily sighed putting his wand away. ‘Body slam is actually some muggle fighting technique where one uses his/her enemy’s own weight against them…’ she explained ever so patiently. Her eyebrow raised, her hands folding beneath her bosom. ‘…know what? Why am I even explaining to you?’ she snapped.

‘Watch your tongue Miss Blackheart’, Snape scowled obviously not appreciating her toward disrespect.

She rolled her eyes once again. ‘Well, I’m late for Charms’, she slurred trudging past, now furious, Snape.

‘Detention, Blackheart! Insubordination to your Head of House’, he bellowed.

She shrugged, still her back at him. She kept walking, waving her hand in weary dismissive manner.

‘Whatever, professor’ she said loud enough for him to hear

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A/N: I want chocolates *stomach grumbles* CHOCOLATE FROGS come back here! (TT_TT)