|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2008-12-06 21:31:00
|Entry tags:||fic, giftee: eeyore9990, rated: nc-17|
Fic: The More Things Change
Title: The More Things Change
Word Count: 2,120
Pairing: Harry/Snape, mentions of Harry/Ginny
Warnings: PWP, AU, dub-con, student/teacher, object penetration, angsty/unresolved
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: “ Just because you had a death wish and allowed the Dark Lord to kill you does not mean you’ve the freedom to daydream about your sordid love life in my classroom.”
Author's Notes: Eey, I hope you enjoy this! I never tire of writing detention!fic, and I was so pleased to see you liked it. ;-) Hope you enjoy! Thanks to L and P for the last minute, speed-of-light beta.
Harry was staring somewhere in the vicinity of the ceiling, when Snape’s voice brought him back down to earth.
Harry lowered his head and blinked a few times when he saw Snape’s hooked nose and glowering eyes from across the desk – which was to say, uncomfortably close. Was he having a nightmare? Harry removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with his fist.
“Mr. Potter, answer me this instant.”
“Professor Snape—” Luna’s voice sounded as dazed as Harry felt “—excuse me, but can Harry really answer thisinstant. An instant is fleeting, transitory, transient, fugacious…”
“You sound as if you’ve swallowed a Muggle thesaurus,” Seamus said.
“That’s not all she’s been swallowing,” Malfoy drawled. Goyle, ever the faithful minion, cackled.
Everyone except Snape (who was still focused on Harry) looked over at Dean, and Harry wasn’t surprised to see the look of embarrassment flash across his face. Ron was seated on the same bench as Harry and the back of his ears were red.
“I’m going to kill you, Malfoy,” Seamus said.
“Enough.” Snape whirled away from Harry’s desk and he stomped down the centre of the desks towards the front of the room. “Miss Lovegood, I have admitted you into Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts as a courtesy – do not abuse it anymore or you’ll be ousted faster than you can say ‘ephemeral’. We do not need another know-it-all.” He turned to look at Hermione when he reached the front of the room.
“As for you, Mr. Malfoy, I’d rather not entertain such grotesque goings-on.”
Harry knew what was coming.
“And you, Potter,” Snape said, his tone communicating his vast hatred. “Well. What is there to say? Words defy your insolence.” Snape turned sharply, his robes snapping as he turned to face Harry. “ Just because you had a death wish and allowed the Dark Lord to kill you does not mean you’ve the freedom to daydream about your sordid love life in my classroom.”
Snape was so pathetic. These days if Snape didn’t have Harry’s undivided attention inside of lessons, he’d start snarling.
“I was not daydreaming,” Harry lied. He slouched back in his chair and winced at the ink dripping onto his otherwise blank parchment.
“I’m sure Mrs. Weasley will appreciate that sentiment,” Snape said, tone full of venom.
Harry had thought saving the old git’s life in the Shrieking Shack would have eased some of Snape’s loathing, but—if possible—Snape seemed to hate him more. Well, fine. Harry hated him, too.
“Sir, I’m not sure what Ginny has to do with Defence…” Harry blinked, face devoid of any expression.
“She has nothing to do with Defense, which is why she’s not here.” Ron snarled, but Snape either didn’t hear or didn’t care. He bared his teeth.
“Potter, I should—” He stopped. “Detention. Tonight. Old Potions classroom. 8 o’clock.” The directives were each dropped like so many individual bombs, planted to cause mass carnage.
Harry shrugged. “Whatever.”
Snape only smirked in response.