SETTING: Snape's office
RATING: A... for ANGST!
Narcissa Malfoy: Narcissa had been rather bored at the Malfoy Manor. When she had recieved Severus' owl she was overjoyed. Cloaking herself, she walked outside, mounting her broom and soon enough she was at Hogwarts. Entering, she brushed herself off and smoothed out her cloak. Naturally, she didn't want to look like a mess. Walking down to the dungeons, she eyed the Slytherin Common Room, but decided that tonight was not the night. She placed a delicate knock on the door when..
Severus Snape: Snape swung the door opening, stopping Narcissa's knocks as he stood square infront of her. "Well hell, Narcissa," Snape greeted impassively. Thrusting his shoulders back he turned around to walk over to his desk, "Shut the door and you may come in."
Narcissa Malfoy: "Is that a demand?" She asked playfully as she walked into the office. Closing the door behind her, she slammed the bar down and sauntered over to his desk. Upon taking a seat, she crossed her legs and folded her hands. "So enlighten me Severus with the rather good news I hope?" Tilting her head to the side, her eyes showed she meant business but the smirk on her face showed otherwise.
Severus Snape: "Take it as whatever you want..." Snape said taking a seat and lowering his eyes to his desk. He picked up some slips of thin parchment and threw them accross his desk at Narcissa. "Azkaban..." he started slyly, "Shall send Lucius out on behalf of good behavior within 48 hours when the Ministry return owls with their approval." He paused, almost smirking. "The Ministry trusts Azkaban and will not question their request, and the same works on behalf of Azkaban. Each fears the other too much to question decisions made."
Narcissa Malfoy: Narcissa stared at the papers then looked at Severus. Deciding to stop playing with a blonde strand of hair, she let out a happy sigh. Picking the papers up, she leaned across his desk and kissed him on the cheek. Putting her mouth by his ear, she whispered as her lips brushed against it, "Thank you for everything Severus. You made my evening." Straightening up again, she leaned back in her seat and sat in silence as she looked over the Azkaban papers. Inside she was ready to explode from happiness that everything was going to be okay with Lucius, but on the outside she had a serious expression.
Severus Snape: The kiss administered by Narcissa sent Severus to sit straight back into his chair. He cleared his throat as he felt his face cool again, and he stared at her cautiously with a frown. "You're quite welcome, Mrs. Malfoy," he said with strong emphasis on her husband's surname.
Narcissa Malfoy: Looking up from the papers with her eyes only, her hair fell over her shoulders and framed her pale face. Pursing her lips together, she turned a page harshly, and kept eye contact. "Are you trying to give me a hint, Severus?" Clearly, she was now annoyed with him as usual. She didn't come here to be annoyed, infact she just came to give her gratitude. Narcissa was starting to think he did not want her company. But when did he ever?
Severus Snape: "A hint?" Severus managed calmly, standing up. "I don't see what I would be hinting about." He walked over to some shelves and became a little too interested in the contents of bell jars. "I asked you here to notify you that your /husband/ shall be released from Azkaban in 48 hours."
Narcissa Malfoy: Standing up rather quickly she slammed the papers down on the table. "What is really wrong as to show some affection to a man who just practically released my husband?" Walking over to him in three strides total, she put her hand on his shoulder and turned him around. "I may be a woman but I do deserve the same respect you would give a man." She spat and glared at him. "If you want to speak ill of my company, do it now." Her dark blue eyes studied him but her face was unwavering.
Severus Snape: "I have nothing ill to say of you, Narcissa," Snape snarled, moving away quickly and walking across the room. He didn't enjoy that woman so... close to him. "As for respect I would like to believe I gave more than enough respect. Why, if any respectable man had shown that sort of affection with me I'd have to knock him halfway across the room."
Narcissa Malfoy: "Why do you ignore my affection towards you?" She questioned softly. Now she was the one examining the shelves with the contained ingredients. Running a finger over one, she turned around and looked at him. Tilting her head to the side, she folded her arms. "I always did have a feeling for you Severus. You should know that. But Lucius was the one who chose to act. Not you." Narcissa stated sharply.
Severus Snape: "Affections for me?" Severus said, his dark eyes widening as he stared blankly at Narcissa's back. "Always?" he repeated. Snape's stoic demeanor was now broken in the precense of Lucius Malfoy's wife, and he was babbling for words.
Narcissa Malfoy: "Naturally. You had this..powerful aura about you. But you never chose to act on what you wanted. Not since you were taunted by..those boys." Clearly, she figured he knew who she was talking about. Walking over to the door, she put her hand on the bar and looked at him. "I think I shall be going unless you want otherwise."
Severus Snape: "There was nothing to ever like about me!" Snape shouted, surprising himself. He stood there silent for a moment before speaking softly, his own words paining him to admit. "I was just that scrawny kid with a big nose and greasy hair. I had no personality. I hid behind books and potions."
Narcissa Malfoy: Narcissa fully turned around slowly. Unfolding her arms, she stared at him. "That's what you think. There's a lot to like about you Severus. First, you have brains. Second, you have power. And third, you have influence on people. You weren't just a scrawny kid with a big nose and greasey hair." She huffed, and blushed slightly at her words. The little voice in her mind reminded her that she was married.
Severus Snape: Severus breathed slowly, but didn't break his gaze on Narcissa. She was beautiful, and she was trying to tell him he wasn't worthless. He couldn't accept that. "My plan to free Lucius would never work if the Ministry and Azkaban didn't have power over one another, and influence the other. As soon as you step onto either place you can feel they are forlorn and morbid. Having power by inflicting fear and desperation on people isn't anything to be proud of. It is a sad exsistance." He turned and walked over to his desk, sitting down silently, shoving papers, quills, and other tools to the edges, some to the floor. "Being smart isn't a cakewalk either."
Narcissa Malfoy: Staring back at him, she said nothing for quite some time. Mulling everything over that he had just said to her, she sighed softly. "You are clearly in denial. I will continue to hold my compliments of you as high regard. You can choose to accept them or not, but I do not feel like defending them. If you think this way about yourself, so be it. But I think of you in a different light." Walking over to his desk, she picked up the fallen items and placed them down rather hard.
Severus Snape: "So be it, then," Snape muttered under his breath, watching Narcissa as she picked up an item and slammed it back down. His heart was beating faster than it should in a long time, most of it being anger. Denial? She was the one in denial. If he was in denial anyway it was for the better, because being jolly all the time meant you had to crash sometime. Why deal with the crash if you can avoid it in the first place?
Narcissa Malfoy: "Yes. So be it then. Goodbye Severus." Turning sharply around, she walked over to the door and lifted the bar. Opening the door hard so it slammed against the wall, she walked out of the office. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she felt slightly rejected. Regaining her cold and emotionless composure, she glared at a couple students as she hastily made her way through the dungeons.
Severus Snape: The door slammed shut and Severus was left alone, shaking. He stood up slowly and paced to the door, locking it once more. His breathing was rapid and his whole face was heavy and more pale than usual. He sat back at his desk, trying not to leak any more emotion or make one sound. He stared at the copies he made of Lucius' release papers. He picked them up without expression and ripped them into a small pile on the floor. "Incedio," he growled, a small fire glowing at his feet.
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