A one time thing {Severus Snape}

Chapter 47: Holidays

A couple of things to say: Caius P. Snape and Pedimenta Snape comes from Obelix and Co. I have been in love with Asterix and Obelix since about first year in high school... which I think is now year 7 or 8, and this love has grown slowly over the nearly twenty years since I first picked up one of their books. The P in Caius P. Snape stands for Caius Preposturus and Pedimenta's full name is, of course, Impedimenta.

Oh and for the way I've portrayed the Malfoy brothers. I'm giving fair warning now that I don't think everyone is going to like it or agree with it. Explanations as to why I have them the way they are are at the end of this chapter.

Many thanks again to Camille's hard work and quickness is getting this back to me.

May

Snape watched the pupils with black, hard eyes.

He was just waiting for one of them to breathe out of turn and points would be removed, sarcasm given vent and his reputation would remain intact.

He sighed in pleasure when he saw a Hufflepuff, Tony Simmons, pass a note to another boy, Peter Burns, beside him.

"Simmons," he drawled softly and darkly, "would you care to inform me just what you think you are doing?"

The poor unfortunate boy looked up quickly and visibly shuddered.

Snape descended on the boy's desk and frowned down at him, his arms folded and his hair falling forward around his face.

"Well? I'm waiting, Mr Simmons."

"I don't know what you mean, sir..." The boy dried up under Snape's imposing glare.

Snape raised one eyebrow.

"Oh, really, Mr Simmons," he purred maliciously. "Give it to me, Burns!" He swept forward and, with a swish, unfolded his arms, sending his sleeves flapping backwards as he held out his hand to Peter, his eyes not leaving Tony Simmons.

He heard, rather than saw Peter swallow in fear.

The note was held out to him and Snape took it and opened it, letting his dark eyes drill into the now visibly shaking boy in front of him.

"Well, well what do we have here?" He lowered his eyes to the crude and rather rushed drawing of himself with wings sprouting out of his back and a halo, bent and twisted, hanging over on eye.

He looked up, and his eyes were harder and infinitely colder.

"Not exactly a masterpiece is it?" he drawled sarcastically. "I'm not even certain it's the right way up." He turned the drawing upside down and looked briefly at the picture before looking back at Simmons.

"Were you trying to imitate the doodling of a four year or are you this naturally talented?" He watched the boy colour up and shrink back from his angry glare.

"Perhaps you would benefit from detention this evening with Mr Filch," he said coldly and with satisfaction. "Seven o'clock. Don't be late." He screwed the paper up into a tiny ball and, turning, walked back to his desk, hearing the boy sigh.

He stopped and turned to pierce him with a black look.

"And twenty points from Hufflepuff for insolence."

The boy and the rest of his housemates groaned.

Snape went back to his desk smirking darkly. Hufflepuff was now twenty points lower than they were, and heaven knew they weren't doing that well anyway.

He sat down behind his desk and watched as once more the students began to write the essay he had set for them. He was certain that the rumours flying about "Snape getting soft now he has a baby daughter" would soon disappear now that he was back in his classroom and just as inhuman as before.