When Hermione Fights

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus or never tickle a sleeping dragon

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus or never tickle a sleeping dragon

Snape's POV

It's been awhile since I made an appearance in my house, and so I decided it was time for one. I ran the house of snakes with discipline and severity, not like the other head teachers who don't know how to teach decent nurture and I certainly knew what the result was, just look at Potter and Weasley. How spiteful of me. The Slytherins could, in principle, do whatever they wanted to, as long as they didn't destroy the fixtures, presented themselves as a united front and as long as their grades were satisfactory, but nonetheless, I always checked up on them. It was the only way to bear dealing with these little fools. And my bad mood as well, courtesy of Granger and whatever her intentions towards Draco, was reason to come here today. I wanted to warn Draco to keep his hands off this quite attractive and stupidity inducing tart Granger, because whoever sinks so low as dating a simpleton like Black, is beyond help, I thought derisively and twisted my lips into a grim expression. My mood worsened thanks to this thought.

Oh boy, the explicit pictures of her and Black were back, think of something else, I ordered myself brusquely! And just like that I stood in the crowded and loud common room of my house and watched as even more people joined, because I insisted on a full attendance for a house meeting.

"Where is Mr. Malfoy?" I asked in a patronizing manner and no one in particular, because he was Slytherin's leader after all and had to answer to me.

"Er, in his room, sir!" An uncertain appearing Blaise Zabini stepped forward and answered my question warily.

"Then get him!" I ordered gruffly. I could see that the boy wasn't happy with the order, but that he resigned himself to his fate and now, fulfilling his task, he halfheartedly went to the boys dormitory. It was as if he already knew that Draco wasn't going to like being disturbed. I lifted my dark eyebrows in thought. Zabini usually was a lot more lively, open-minded and not passive and defensive like this...

My quite endless and well tempered patience was put to the test and my calculating eyes wandered over the otherwise immaculate room, with the restless mass of students right in front of me. What was taking so long? I hated to wait, and irritated like that, I started walking up and down in front of the fireplace. I was the professor here! Where was Draco, who did he think he was? I saw Zabini cautiously leave the dorms five minutes ago. He seemed like a dog with his tail between his legs and hid in a dark corner, as I witnessed to my surprise. Today, my house and its students appeared to be very strange, ill at ease and uncertain, which was very untypical for Slytherins! What happened tonight to make everyone sneak about as if they were walking on glass?

I could only mistrust the situation and I was used to listen to my instinct, therefore I dared to cautiously look forward to my talk to Draco.

Draco had to answer to some questions. Where was this useless and spoiled brat? Didn't I raise him so that being on time was a sign of politeness for myself? My mood reached a low and looking into the dumbfounded faces of the Slytherins, it didn't get better at all, because it showed me with what deficient fools I had to deal with. I shouldn't look at them!

Ah, finally, I watched as Draco strode towards me in a Lucius like fashion. His movements were slow and smooth, just don't get in a hurry. Yes, Malfoys were ignorant like that, unbelievably narcissistic, sometimes unbearable! And the boy started to resemble his father more and more! I grimaced in silent suffering, that was certainly a bitter pill. Although, actually, he had the potential to outperform his father, because he still had something like feelings. In a few years Draco could be a better politician and tactician and a strong, not to be underestimated warrior on top. And the boy knew that, you could see that from a hundred miles away, his self-satisfied facial expression told you as much! Malfoys and their ego, an endless, unbearable story. Is there something else to add? It's certainly because of all that too pure blood, I thought disdainfully. But damn, we had trained him too well. He was too self-certain. But that wasn't something I could change anymore and therefore I gave myself a mental, resigned shrug. But that was still no reason to leave Severus Tobias Snape waiting!