24 Hour Party Slytherins

Chapter 1 - "The Introduction of our Lives"

This is a story about what a destructive lifestyle can do to you. Partying, death, money. But you know what, I don't want to reveal too much about the story and myself in just the introduction. Otherwise, you'd stop listening won't you? Well, with every story there is a beginning, and I shall begin with the first day of my 7^th year at Hogwarts.

~*~*~

It all begins at the King's Cross train station. I stood between the barriers of platform nine and ten, an hour early until I could board onto the infamous Hogwarts express. I had seen no other students, and if they had seen me, they had either ignored me or did not dare to catch an eye glance. You see, I was...abnormal. Abnormal in their senses at least. By 'their' I mean the Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and even some Slytherins. But I just considered myself quite unique. A gem among plain, ordinary rocks. I stood there, dressed in all black and smoking a cigarette - rolled by myself with an array of other herbs. I tapped my combat booted feet to a song I was thinking of in my head, a Muggle band called Nine Inch Nails. I had seen them in concert that summer holiday, jealous that Muggles got to enjoy such amazing musical acts. I tuck a blonde streaked strand of hair behind my ear, my 6 gauge ear tapers jingling slightly. The lead singer of that band had reminded me of a teacher at Hogwarts. Beautiful, pale - almost translucent. Shoulder length black hair, sharp Anglo-Saxon facial features. His body stature giving a supercilious aura off to the crowd.

I took a drag of my cigarette and exhaled the honey scented smoke. I couldn't wait to get to school. It's not because I was really popular and involved with all of the extra curricular clubs. I had a little job there, a way to make extra money. But...you'll have to wait until we actually get to Hogwarts to figure out what I do.

"We're here a bit early Mum," said a girl's voice behind me. I heard a high pitched, tender voice reply back.

"Yes I know Ginny, but it's better to be early than late, remember that."

"Oh, Harry please stop hitting my heels with your trolley!" exclaimed another voice.

"Sorry Hermione, but Ron and I are trying to race to the barrier to see who can get in first," a boy replied.

"I'm not going through that platform while she's standing there," said another boy.

Judging from his sentence, I concluded that they were referring to my freakishly "normal" self, so I turned around and gave them one of my best death glares (I'd been practicing all summer, and by the terrified looks they returned, I'd dare say that my practice paid off). I took a drag of my cigarette and blew the smoke in their direction, winking at the boy with the red hair. I then turned back around and pushed my trolley out of their way, allowing them to pass me. They did pass (nervously might I add) by me to get into the barrier, a short plump red haired witch following them. I decided that since they were going in, I might as well. So I followed them also, flicking my cigarette off onto the ground and pushing my trolley through.

"Who was that girl dear?" I heard the short plump red haired witch ask the shorter red haired witch.

They must not have seen me behind them because usually, when people saw me...they were very careful about what they said. As if I was a fucking serial killer that would rip their innards out if they dared to say something offensive. Nah, I'd just kick 'em in the shins.

"That was Miranda Nightshade, same year as Harry, Ron and Hermione. She doesn't really have the best reputation at school," replied the shorter red haired witch.

"Yes, she does look a bit shifty. Smoking at her age! But I'd say that's nothing to be surprised about, being a Slytherin and all," the plump one said bitterly.

This was when I took my cue. I coughed loudly and said -

"If you don't mind, I'd like to load my things on the train. Unless you'd like to stand there and talk about how shifty I am."

They both jumped at my voice, looking a bit embarrassed to learn that I had heard their conversation. They both murmured 'Sorry' and went off to join the two boys and the girl that had been with them earlier. As you can see, I am not much liked by the students of Hogwarts. Not even by my own House members. They only appreciated me when I was working. Working my business. And as much as I hated all of the students and staff - well...with one or two exceptions - I respected them as customers, because without them, I would have no living. I didn't live with my parents or any other despicable family member of mine. I lived in my own little flat in London that I paid with my own rent money. I also bought my own groceries and clothes. And let's not forget my school materials and extra little things that I needed. I was self-independent, more than any of these spoiled brats at Hogwarts could say. And I made my money the smart way, literally the smart way. I used my magical intellect, everything that I had absorbed in Hogwarts classes. How many students at Hogwarts could say that?

"Miranda!"

I turned from the conductor of the train who was putting up my things into the train. I grabbed my carrying bag and hoisted it onto my shoulder, looking around to see who called my name. A 7^th year named Blaise Zabini came running up to me, his black, short pixie hair cut bouncing lightly and his green eyes blazing with excitement. He touched my shoulder and took a deep breath, smiling a bit.

"Back for another year hm?" he asked. I nodded and blinked, smiling a bit also.

"I had to come back. This is a prime money spot, you should know that."

"Actually, that is what I needed to talk to you about," he replied quietly. He looked around to see if there were any students that might be listening to our "top secret" conversation. Thoroughly satisfied to see that nobody cared about us beautiful people conversing, he whispered into my ear in a very seductive fashion, his body very close to mine.

"There's going to be a little back to school celebration for the 6^th and 7^th year Slytherins tonight in the Blood Lounge tonight and we really need some...party favors."

He winked at me and smiled, squeezing my arm a bit. I winked back, the news of a back to school party beginning to sound a bit delicious after such a dull summer holiday.

"How much do you need?" I asked as I began to walk to one of the doors of the train. He took my carrying bag and carried it for me, that dazzling smile showing off his brilliant straight, white teeth.

"Enough for about...I don't know. I'd say about 100 kids?"

"That'll cost you a lot of Galleons. You're going to spend all your Honeydukes money on just 'party favors'?" I joked, trying to find a nice secluded compartment on the train. I heard him laugh behind me, his laugh rich and deep with a hint of bitterness hidden.

"You know that my Father provides me with my extra curricular activity money. I'll have you paid in full before the festivities begin."

I found an empty compartment towards the back where mostly Slytherins roamed. Blaise followed me into the compartment, setting my bag on the ground. He closed the compartment door and locked it, sitting in the seat across from me. I crossed my fishnet stockinged legs and put a finger to my chin.

"I'll have to talk to you-know-who when we get to the castle, but I'm pretty sure he'll let me borrow some things," I replied. I cocked my head and smiled. "What time does this thing start anyway?"

Blaise thrusted his leg over the seat arm and looked at his perfectly manicured nails.

"Perhaps 11 to about 6 AM...there's going to be a lot of sleepy Slytherins in the morning," he said. He then looked at me with serious eyes. "You will actually stay at the party won't you? For the past 2 years you've been so anti-social. Especially since your parents went back to Jamaica."

I smiled at him bitterly and smoothed out my black pleated skirt.

"Please don't mention my parents. I've been in such a good mood these past 5 minutes."

"World record," he retorted with a laugh.

I flipped him off and smiled, sighing dramatically. He got up from his seat and got on his knees in front of me, taking my hands. My caramel colored hands contrasted dramatically with his pale, soft ones. He kissed them both and smiled.

"Hey don't worry about your parents. England is so much better than Jamaica. And besides, you would not have fit in there," he said jokingly. "You have a British accent and I don't think you fair too well in voodoo."

I actually laughed at this, considering that my parents were both pure blood descendants of voodoo witch doctors. I had some talent with this branch of magic, but I had to say that it was not my favorite. I removed my hands from Blaise's grip and touched him lightly on the face.

"Stop with the sentimental shit okay? I'll have the 'favors' ready by 10:30 and yes I will stay at the damn thing. Now go," I said.

Blaise smiled and got up from his knees, going to the compartment door.

"Thanks Miranda, I'll catch you later," he said, and then with that he left, slamming the compartment door.

I stared at the door after he left, thinking about the party. It was going to be in the Blood Lounge, a secret room that Slytherin had built that was only accessible to the 6^th and 7^th year Slytherins (Why? I have no bloody idea, that's just the way it is!) . It was said in the Slytherin Book of Meaning that Salazar Slytherin had created the Blood Lounge to torture those Slytherins who displeased him. Perfect place for a Slytherin party. There were still bloodstains on the floor, but it had been covered with velvet green rugs, black leather lounge sofas and magical music equipment (Muggle equipment, only enchanted to work on Hogwarts grounds). It was a huge, vast place, hidden underneath the Slytherin house, available to only those who were of age and of Slytherin house.

I hadn't been there in ages, not having the heart to enjoy the celebrations. My parents had left to go back to Jamaica, just because of some stupid little argument that we had. I wanted to become a witch, not a voodoo priestess. I wanted to live in England; they preferred their damn little island. They even resented my accent that I had developed. But my argument was that if they didn't want me to pick up the accent, I should not have been born here. That shut them up. It also caused them to leave me homeless in the streets of London for a week. Until Blaise came to my rescue. Blaise had let me stay at Zabini Manor until I was able to fend for myself on my own. I found my own apartment, and found a nice job for myself that would allow me to make money legally. Well okay, not legally but it kept me fed and off the streets. My job is totally smart and I make sure that my customers get only the best potions and whatever else they want in a legit fashion. So what do you care if I'm a drug dealer?

~*~*~

"Welcome back to Hogwarts!" said Hagrid loudly as all of the students poured off the train. I re-hoisted my bag upon my shoulder and groaned - those school uniform skirts were not very comfortable. I watched as all the other students loaded themselves on to the coaches that were pulled by Thestrals with their friends. I didn't know which one Blaise was in until I heard him calling me.

"Come on Miranda, you can get in this coach with us!" Blaise yelled.

I joined him in the damp coach, sighing a bit. But my sighing quickly turned into an inward groan. In the coach with Blaise and myself were also Draco Malfoy and Pansy 'Pugface' Parkinson. I couldn't stand the both of them, but Blaise liked them. Only because they were rich and rich kids sort of attract to each other. Even if they are the biggest dicks known to wizard kind.

"I can't wait until this party tonight," drawled the overly bleached haired Malfoy. "You said it's supposed to be wicked Blaise. I could do with anything to get my mind off this whole Death Eater business. Especially concerning my father."

"Oh it will definitely have elements that will take your mind off troubles," Blaise assured with confidence. "And, its going to go on till about 6 AM."

"Brilliant!" shrilled Pugface. "I do love a good party. Oh my Goddess, what am I going to wear?"

"A potato sack?" I suggested under my breath. Only Blaise heard me and hit me softly, a smile spreading across his face. Draco shrugged as Pugface began listing off all of her robes and various shoes to him.

"It doesn't matter love," he said with a sick, perverted kind of voice. "Anything you wear will look beautiful on you anyway..." Pugface and him then joined in a very disturbing snog fest right in front of Blaise and myself. I shivered and prayed to God that this would be a very quick coach ride.

Thankfully, it was and I was the first one to jump out of the coach. You would've too if you'd witnessed three different ways that people used their tongues while snogging. I punched Blaise on the arm as we walked up to the castle and he laughed.

"I'm sorry if you don't like Draco, but he is my friend you know."

"He's not your friend, you just want to shag him raw. Too bad he's straight Blaise," I replied with a grin.

Blaise sighed heavily and shook his head with sad mockery. "If only there were a spell to make a man appreciate a nice, big co-,"

"Students! Please direct yourselves to the Great Hall!" cried McGonagall, cutting off Blaise. We both laughed as we went into the Great Hall and headed over to the Slytherin table. We continued laughing and joking around until the sorting of the new students and Professor Dumbledore's dumb ass speech. Don't get me wrong, I had 'mucho' respect for good old Dumbledore. He just said really stupid things that delayed us from eating ravenously from a long ass train ride. Otherwise, he seemed to be a pretty cool guy. He had to be if he dealt with us Slytherins everyday.

Soon, dinner was over and the tables were cleaned. All of the Slytherin students walked back to the common room and went to their dorm rooms. I said 'good night' to Blaise and hurried up to my dorm room to grab one of my suitcases. I grabbed some clothing out of there and headed to the girl's dormitory bathroom. I changed quickly into my Muggle clothing - black hip hugger jeans, my chunky black boots and a black lacy spaghetti strap tank top that showed off my navel ring.

I had to dress nice when I went to go converse with my source. He had said that he liked my body and adored worshipping me with his charcoal black eyes. And so I dressed up especially for him. I also figured that this would be my outfit to the party, since almost everyone wore Muggle clothes anyway. After I checked my makeup in the mirror, I admired my looks for a minute. My caramel colored skin was smooth and unblemished, my short black and blonde hair cascading around my face like a heart. My black eyeliner caused my hazel eyes to stand out even more and my glossed pouting lips even added more seductiveness. Conceited? Just a bit.

I left the common room quietly as I stepped out into the corridor of Hogwarts. There was a not a teacher in sight, though I needn't had worried about that happening. My source's room was only a couple of feet away from the common room entrance, and I already had a key. So, I walked down the corridor into a deep dark section that no student in their right mind would go down in - except for Slytherins. It was said that this was where Salazar's ghost lounged at night, waiting to bait unsuspecting virgins so he could slaughter them in a Jack the Ripper fashion. Okay, I made that up but it did sound a bit spooky right? But anyway, I went down the steps that had no candles to provide light. When I reached the 26^th step (you have to count every step you go down, otherwise if you go too far, you'll fall down into a bottomless pit), I turned to my left and felt for the doorknob and the lock underneath it. Once I felt it underneath my fingers, I grabbed the skeleton key that was in my back jeans pocket and unlocked the door.

I walked into the candlelit room that smelled strongly of incense and herbs. I hastily closed the door and locked it, checking my watch. It was only 8:03. I had a lot of time. I walked further into the room, staring the jars on the shelves, which contained slimy, disgusting looking things. I glanced at the disheveled pieces of parchment spread over an old wooden desk and on the stone floor. I picked up a piece that I had stepped on and looked at the erratic writing on it. It said - 'Take 3 steps forward and take a left'.

I smiled a bit and threw the parchment down on the ground. He was toying with me. Well, I did not have time for silly little games. It was all about business tonight. I put a hand on my hip and took 3 steps and turned to my left. There he stood in all black, a playful smile upon his pale lips. We stood there a few brief moments and stared at each other with obvious hunger. Swiftly then, he came rushing towards me, pulling me in for a very passionate kiss that made my knees turn to liquid. He wrapped his arms around my waist and walked me backward to his large chamber bed. We both fell onto it, our kissing becoming even more intense, our breath ragged with lust. But I knew that I didn't have time for this, I had to get everything ready for the party! But when he began to kiss all over my neck and body, my mind turned to mush and focused entirely on how low his kisses were going.

"I've missed you," he groaned as he began to unbuckle my jeans. He kissed my stomach, his tongue toying with my navel ring. I ran my hands through his black hair, my breath becoming shallow from pleasure. But then, my conscience got to me (just picture a little green leprechaun sitting next to my head on the bed) and said 'Miranda. You know that you're not here for your own personal pleasures. Don't let Blaise down'. Damn my conscience. Damn those leprechauns.

"Severus," I said slowly (he had just gotten down to my underwear!). "Severus!"

He stopped fondling with my underclothes to look up at me behind his unkempt black hair. "Yes, Miranda?" he asked curiously.

I began to sit up, gently pushing him off me and buckling up my pants.

"I can't do this right now," I explained weakly. "I've come to ask you a favor."

My dear Severus' face fell when I told him that. He sat on the bed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some of his dignity.

"What is the favor?" he asked quietly. His voice was so smooth and beautiful. Well, to me at least. Others thought it was the type of voice that froze people in their tracks when he was angry.

"I need to borrow your potion's lab to make up some LPC for a Slytherin party tonight," I replied. Severus nodded slowly with mute understanding.

"Yes, I've heard of this. It's going to be held in the Blood Lounge? Are you actually going to stay?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

He had known me to not attend the large functions. I had usually come to his private little lair and spent the evening with him. He had told me that by not attending those idiotic functions, it was a sign that I had matured earlier than all those other heathens. But really, he just wanted me to come often so that we could have more sex.

"I am going to stay actually. Blaise asked me to," I said. Severus rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, going to retrieve his wand.

"Blaise. The homosexual?" He said the word homosexual with bitterness and a slight hint of disgust.

"Do you have to make it sound like such a dirty word?" I protested with a sigh.

Severus had never been a fan of Gay Pride or homosexuality. So therefore, he did not really approve of my consorting with Blaise, who was so gay that a rainbow literally shined out of his ass. Severus just shrugged off my question, walked over to me and grabbed my hand.

"Come my darling. I have a favor to fulfill for you," he said loftily. I smiled and squeezed his hand a bit.

"I promise I'll repay you," I said. His mouth turned into an evil grin.

"I take promises to heart my dear. So be careful of what you promise to do for me."

~*~*~

"I need 3 black beetle eyes and deadly nightshade," I requested. Severus handed me the bottles from behind, blowing the dust off of the old shelves, which hadn't been cleaned in centuries. I added the ingredients to the huge black cauldron that Snape used to demonstrate some of the classes work in. The liquid inside of it bubbled satisfyingly, a clear purple color.

"That concoction is most dangerous -,"

"But it makes you feel heavenly and allows you to forget all the troubles of a troubled world," I said, cutting him off. "And besides, if my customers aren't complaining, I'm not."

"But surely, you do not take this disgusting narcotic?" Severus asked. He said it in his threatening tone, as if he dared me to say 'Yes, in fact, I take three vials of it a day!'. I usually tested his nerve, to see him get really pissed off (it was so sexy) but tonight was not the night. So I answered -

"No of course not darling. The potion mistress is never foolish enough to try her own creations."

I heard Severus snort with disbelief and felt a firm grasp on my arm.

"If I ever found out that you were using this, I would have to punish you," he said dangerously. I loved that tone of voice. I turned around and wrapped my fragile arms around his waist, looking up at him.

"And how would you accomplish in punishing me, dear Professor?" I asked, emphasizing the word Professor with perfection. I saw a flicker of mockery in his ink black eyes and a grin spread across his face.

"Oh Ms. Nightshade, I'm sure you would be surprised at the many various ways I can make a person scream for mercy." He took my hand and put my index finger in his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. Wow. I patted his waist and gave him a warning look.

"Not now Severus, later." I turned back to face the cauldron as I heard him sigh with annoyance and exasperation.

"If you're going to put me off from pleasure now than you shouldn't tease so damn much," he said. I turned my head to look at him with a look of fake shock on my face.

"Me? Tease? Never! I am appalled at your accusations my dear Severus."

He snorted and sat down at his desk, taking out a quill and a stack of parchment that was clearly homework from students.

"I saw how you were staring at me throughout the whole school supper this evening. All seductive looking, throwing me kisses when someone was not watching..."

"But that does not make me a tease!" I exclaimed.

"Ha! If you are not a tease then I am not an evil potion master of whom all the students (except for Slytherins) do not detest. In fact!" He held up a finger. "In fact, Harry Potter is my number one fan!"

I stared at him for a couple of seconds and then focused on my LPC again.

"Really darling if you're going to be sarcastic you could use statements that have a possibility to happen in real life. Everyone knows Harry Potter fucking hates you."

"And I fucking hated James Potter. History repeats itself my love, it's a lesson everyone learns," he said bitterly.

I stirred the potion vigorously as I added white oleander to it, which made the potion thick and white, causing it to stick together if not stirred properly.

"I never understood why you hated James Potter in the first place, why?"

Severus didn't answer; instead I just heard his erratic quill writing scratching against the dry parchment.

"Fine, don't answer me."

~*~*~

After I finished making the LPC (which stands for Lethal Potion Concoction by the way), I bottled it into 100 little purple vials, engraving LPC into it with a simple engraving spell. I then put them into a basket that Severus loaned me and went back to the common room, where Blaise was sitting patiently on the black leather couch in front of the fireplace. I looked at my watch and smiled. It was 10:35. I had made the deadline.

"I was beginning to get a bit worried," said Blaise as he stood up from the couch. He was wearing black leather pants and a green muscle shirt that showed off his sleek physique. He walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek, taking the basket from me. He removed the green silk cloth atop it and looked inside. He licked his lips with anticipation.

"You always come through for me love," he said with adoration. I smiled and held out my hand.

"Only when the pay is good."

Blaise smiled and nodded, going over to the couch and picking up a huge black satin pouch that was filled to a maximum - obviously with Galleons. He handed it to me and winked.

"I guess there goes all my sweets money." I laughed and glanced at my watch again, holding the heavy bag of Galleons in my left hand.

"So does this thing really start at 11:00?" Blaise nodded and looked around the common room.

"Yeah, it's getting started downstairs now...so I suppose we should get going?" He looked at my clothing. "Unless you're going to change...?"

"Why do I look bad?" I asked.

Now, even though I might have that 'I'm the baddest bitch' attitude, I was still a girl, and therefore...self-conscious at times. Blaise looked at me up and down and I began to fidget nervously. Even if he was gay he was still a guy and was very critical about looks. Unless he was ugly because ugly guys don't care what girls look like because if they did, they'd never get shagged because if they only liked pretty girls, they'd be fucked. Because pretty girls don't shag ugly blokes. It's a fact of life really.

But Blaise just nodded and smiled, holding out his hand for me to take it.

"You look gorgeous as usual. Now let's go have some fun."

~*~*~

How can I describe it? The party that is? Well. It was like a huge teenagers gone wild film - complete with drugs, sex and Firewhiskey. Everyone LOVED the LPC that I had cooked up, drinking the whole vial and smashing it against the blood stained walls, then getting up to go dance slowly with all the other fucked up kiddies. It was totally surreal, yet artistic and beautiful if you had a fucked up way of thinking. Which I do.

"Blaise!" I yelled. I tried to get his attention from the couch, where I was sitting with a glass of firewhiskey mixed with butterbeer. He was dancing very slowly with a boy named Terrence Polowski. He was just as beautiful as Blaise, only with frost white blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Blaise!" I yelled once again over the blasting techno music. Luckily for us, good old Salazar had put a sound proofing charm on the Lounge, so no one could hear the blood curdling screams of those he had tortured, maimed and raped. Good guy he was.

"Blaise if you don't get your ass over here!" I yelled once again. But I only got his attention when I threw someone's high heel at him. He turned around frantically (an effect of the LPC, frantic actions) and saw me waving towards him. He came over to me and literally pounced on the couch, kissing me on my bare arm.

"Miranda, you and I are so fucking beautiful, you know that?" I took a sip of my drink and smacked my lips.

"Yes, I am so totally aware of this."

"Then why won't you ever fuck me then?" he asked incredulously. "Beautiful people are supposed to shag each other raw right?" I just looked at him weirdly and grabbed his hand, squeezing it.

"You want to know why dear? Because you like men genitalia. You gave up fish for Lent!" I said seriously.

But, because he was so high on LPC at the moment, he didn't understand my little joke. So he just scurried away and went to go snog with Terrence. It was actually quite exhilarating to watch. But....I won't get into that. More about the party.

People were dancing so rhythmically, grinding against each other, and worshipping each other's gorgeous bodies (except for Crabbe and Goyle, that's just nasty). So fucked up on a mixture of poisonous plants, their bodies glistened with sweat as their eyeliner ran and their lips stained from girl's lipstick. Snogging, touching, rubbing, sucking. They were literally having sex on the dance floor! It was all too much. I wanted to join them! I wanted to get high! I wanted to get shagged!

That's when I thought about Severus. He was all alone in his little lair, probably jacking off to some rubbish house elf pornography magazine, while I was here getting horny by watching everyone grind dance with each other.

Sorry Blaise. But a girl has got to get shagged.

I threw down my drink, grabbed my purse of galleons, grabbed two vials of LPC and left the party.

~*~*~

When I arrived at Severus' lair, I rapped on the door twice before he opened it. He was wearing a silk black robe and (I'm guessing) nothing else. His black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, with a few loose silky strands hanging in his face.

"I thought you were at the," he paused and smiled ironically."the party of the century, I believe you said it was?"

I sighed and flipped him off, barging into the room. I slammed down my purse of galleons on a nearby table and set the two vials of LPC next to it.

"I'm here because I thought of you, my dear Severus," I said sweetly.

He closed the door and locked it, curiously looking at me.

"You left 'the party of the century' for me?" he asked. "Well, it must have been a terrible occasion."

"Oh shut your gob! I came here for you because I thought of you being lonely and jacking off to some sort of mad house elf porn. So you see, I actually pitied for you...so now you have to make it up to me for leaving 'the party of the damn century'."

I saw his lip twitch with annoyance but he came over to me anyway, pulling me close to his body. It was silent for a couple of moments then, he asked gently.

"House elf pornography? What kind of sick wanker do you take me as?"

"I found a bloody magazine underneath the mattress of the bed!" I exclaimed into his chest so that it sounded muffled. He pulled me back and stared at me.

"What were you doing searching underneath my mattress?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to answer. I was going to lie, but damn it...I was a bad liar. So out came the truth.

"I was searching for pornography actually," I said truthfully. "It's where my Dad used to keep his."

Severus just stared at me for a moment. I smiled weakly and pinched his stomach, trying to get him back in the 'mood' (whatever one there was when I first got there that is. The whole house elf accusation didn't get off too good). Suddenly, Severus began to rub my bare arms, sighing heavily.

"Why ever do I love you Miranda?" It was a rhetorical question so I did not answer. But my silence just kept him rambling and rambling. "You're really an annoying, cynical creature. But yet I find myself drawn to you like flies drawn to a dead carcass or wolves drawn to a fresh flock of sheep, waiting to strike the first kill."

Slytherin analogies. Gotta love em.

This is when I began to talk. "Sevvie, my love, my dear, my bowel of light, might I just add that you are killing the sexual tension here? I mean I don't want to shag you while you're thinking that you're a fly just sticking something right up an old carcass lying in the middle of the fucking meadow."

"Then don't think about what I'm thinking about then there would be no problem of the sort," he replied airily.

That's when I thought about the LPC! Something that would take our minds off of everything except for the art of shagging!

"Sevvie, this may be a question completely off the rocker, but would you take some LPC with me?"

His reaction was exactly as I thought it would be. Grunting, sniffing, swear words and stamping feet.

"I am outraged! How dare you ask me that question?" He went on like that for the next 20 minutes!

So, I just grabbed one of the vials of LPC went over to the chamber bed and lay down. After he had noticed that I had stopped listening to him, he stormed over to me and glared at the bottle of LPC in my left hand.

"If you take that, I will never talk to you ever again!" he exclaimed angrily.

But I knew he didn't mean it. Because right after he said that, I removed my tank top and sat in my bra and jeans in a very seductive pose. His face had gone completely slack with lust, and his hands started to reach out for me, but forcefully wrenched back. I looked at him with sad eyes.

"Come along now Severus," I said. "You never try anything new. Let this be our first time together. I promise we won't ever do it again."

I know I was lying about it being our first time, but I wanted him to feel comfortable with the idea. But still, once again he declined, beginning to piss me off a bit. But I still persisted, kissing him softly on the lips and rubbing his back. Until finally! The Magnificent Snape took half a vial of LPC with me!

But. His reaction to it was totally what I did not expect. Instead of the usual relaxed-coked-up feel that most people got when they took a whole vial of LPC, Snape had the exact opposite. He sat on the floor slowly, looking around the room suspiciously. I stared at him from the bed with apprehension in my eyes. What was he doing?

"Sevvie? Love? You all right?" I asked. But he held up his hand to me and looked as if there was a bomb in the room, just waiting to go off.

"Quiet!" he exclaimed with a hoarse whisper. He looked over to the wall where his midnight black cloak hung from a brass coat hanger. He narrowed his inky black eyes and pointed to it carefully.

"It's plotting against me," he said seriously. "It's trying to succeed his master by getting rid of me and claiming my head!"

Now this is where I started to get a bit worried. Snape, a man in his late 30's, a professor none the less, speaking of a cloak trying to kill him. Why did I give him the LPC? Why did I leave the party of the century? Why was I not getting shagged at that exact moment?!

"Sevvie..."I said cautiously. I scooted off the chamber bed and put on my tank top, beginning to crawl over to where Severus sat. But he jerked his head violently towards me and screamed -

"NO! THE FLOOR WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE IF YOU MOVE ANOTHER STEP!"

I froze dead in my tracks, shocked at his outburst of madness.

'Shit!' I thought fervently. 'I never would have thought that it would have affected him this badly!'.

~*~*~

"So, Snape is in his room, tied to his bed bound and gagged?" asked Blaise incredulously. He looked a bit pale and clammy from his partying, but he still managed a smile after hearing my ridiculous tale.

It was now 12-o clock in the afternoon and Blaise and myself were sitting next to each other in advanced astronomy class. Professor Sinstra gave us an annoyed look, causing us to cease our frantic whispering and writing notes back and forth on parchment. I wrote quickly in blue ink to Blaise.

"Yes! He's really gone bonkers! But the LPC should wear off soon...it always takes a long time to wear off first time users."

Blaise read the parchment and let out a snort of laughter, causing the Professor to rap her desk with her wand.

"Mr. Zabini, I must implore to you that if you and Miss Nightshade do not stop with the laughing and playing, you will be sent straight to your Head of House!" she exclaimed. Brushing away a strand of silver hair, the Professor turned back to the chalkboard and began to draw constellations. Blaise gave me a wink and wrote back on the parchment.

"I find it funny that if we were to be sent to dear old Snape, wouldn't he just think us to be two penguins wearing robes?"

I replied -

"No. Geese I would imagine!"

We both laughed again, forgetting Professor Sinstra's warning. The old witch put down her chalk calmly, but firm enough to get everyone's attention. All of the students in the room braced themselves in their seats, Blaise and myself included. But even with our bracing, Professor Sinstra's shrill voice shook us.

"GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!" she screamed. "GO TO PROFESSOR SNAPE, RIGHT NOW!"

~*~*~

"I suppose we should go check up on my dear Sevvie," I said with a heavy sigh as we walked down the empty corridor. Blaise hoisted his bag strap on his shoulder and yawned. He still hadn't fully recovered from the night before.

"Yeah, make sure the old man hasn't croaked or anything like that," he said wistfully, looking down another corridor for Filch.

"He's not old!" I exclaimed defensively. Well he wasn't. He was only 38* and that wasn't old at all! At least to me. Blaise looked at me from the corner of his eyes and smirked.

"He's old enough to be shagging you, that's the truth."

"It's none of your business about mine and his shagging. And I'm of age so it's not like it's rape or anything like that," I replied forcefully. I had hoped that this sentence would rid myself of having to defense my affair with the Potions Master of Hogwarts, but Blaise just kept coming with the questions.

"Why and how did you and Snape become involved anyway?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes and kicked a nearby gargoyle lightly with mild annoyance.

"I thought I've already told you that story," I said. But Blaise shook his head.

"I tried to get the truth out of you while you were drunk off your tits, but you threw a fire whiskey bottle at my head and said 'It's none of your rotting business why I'm shagging Mr. Snapekins'."

I laughed out loud at the nickname 'Mr. Snapekins'. It was a name that I had created while getting drunk with Snape but had eventually leaked out to Blaise when him and myself had a little party at Zabini manor a year ago.

"So tell me," Blaise said, pushing me lightly.

"It's a long story -,"

"We have a long way to walk. Practically to the other side of the castle, plenty of time!" Blaise exclaimed.

I knew that he would never get off the subject, so I sighed heavily and pushed a strand behind my ear.

"Okay it all started when..."

--

"Miss Nightshade, will you please stay after class? I must discuss with you about your marks for this quarter," said Professor Severus Snape loudly.

I, myself was quite shocked to be addressed by my Head of House. So were all the other students. Slytherins never had been asked to stay after class to discuss marks or bad behavior during Potions. But I had been the first! I was ever so worried. I had frantically been thinking what I had done wrong or what homework assignments had I missed.

"What did you do?" asked Blaise, whose hair had been strawberry blonde before he had dyed it black that following summer.

"I don't know," I replied shakily.

It's not as if I hadn't ever gotten in trouble with a teacher - but to get in trouble with Snape was a different matter. Other teachers would just scold you or send you to detention. But Snape would make you suffer. Not physically, no not that. But verbally. And trust me, the man had an extensive vocabulary of harsh adjectives to call you. And I, being the sensitive young lass that I had once been at the time, could not stand for it! So, I began to panic. I mixed up my ingredients for my plant restoration drought, accidentally spilled my bottle of ink on Blaise's expensive pair of Italian dress shoes -

("Yeah, I still cry over those shoes that you ruined!")

And I almost fell over into another cauldron as I tried to reach for dragon fly wings in the student cupboard. I half wished for the class to never end, but alas it did. When the bell rang, my heart began to quicken in pace, my eyes slowly watering at the ducts. As I began to put all my books into my bag, I felt Blaise rub my arm reassuringly.

"It'll be okay," he said. "Snape is never too hard on students of his own house."

With that, he left the room along with all the other students, leaving Snape and me all alone. Picking up my bag, I shuffled nervously to his desk, holding my breath with nervous anticipation.

"You wanted to see me Professor?" I squeaked. I didn't mean for it to come out as a squeak, but all of a sudden I felt as if someone had gotten a hold of my vocal cords and was squeezing them of all life. I hoped with every fiber of my being that Snape hadn't noticed, but (DUH) of course he did.

"Is something the matter Miss Nightshade?" he asked with concern. Or at least I think it was concern. He had such a monotone voice half the time that it was sometimes devoid of any emotion.

"Oh no, I am well Professor. What did you want to speak to me for?"

"Ah, yes," he said softly. He stood and walked away from his desk, going over to a well worn-out leather bag that hung on a cloak hanger. Out of it he pulled a manila folder that was stuffed with crinkled parchment.

"This was what I wanted you to see," he said as he held up the folder. He went back over to his desk, setting the folder down and standing next to me. He smelled like clover.

"What is that Professor?" I asked.

Not replying, Snape opened the folder and rapidly searched through the parchment, muttering the surnames as he flipped each piece with his pale index finger. Until finally, he reached Nightshade. He pulled it out and brought a candelabra with a lit candle on it closer to us.

"Take a look Miss Nightshade," he implored. I leaned in closer towards the paper to see what it was. It was my progress report for Potions class. And it seemed to be very, very good. I felt a smile spread across my face and relief washed over me. At least I wasn't in trouble!

"Wow," I said. "I didn't know I was so good in Potions."

"You're extraordinary in Potions," Snape corrected. "I haven't had a student with so much ambition in Potions since the time I was just starting out as a Professor."

"Wow that must have been a long time ago," I blurted before I could stop myself. I had just called Snape old, or at least I thought I did. I really hoped that he hadn't noticed but if he did, I never found out because he just ignored the comment and swept over to his chair and sat down.

"With your marks and intellect in potions I wanted to offer you extra lessons if you were interested," he said.

"Extra lessons?" I repeated slowly. Snape nodded and shuffled the parchment absentmindedly.

"That is unless of course you are not interested in learning more of the complex branch that is potion brewing."

"Well yes, of course I am but it's just that, I don't know if I'll have time for it. I have a lot of school work you know, and I'm not sure if extra work would help any of my now present stress..."

"There will be no homework, I will assure you," said Snape calmly. "You will take notes of course but the whole point of the extra lessons is to learn the advanced art of advanced potion making, So there will be a lot of experimentation."

Well, what could I say? I did love potion making - it came easily to me. But -

"When will we fit this in Professor?"

"It will have to take place after dinner here I suppose," said Snape quickly, as if he had this whole conversation planned out in his head.

It sounded good. I did nothing after dinner usually except scope guys with Blaise in the Slytherin common room. This was a chance to learn advanced potion brewing that perhaps they studied at the School of More Wizarding Knowledge. How could I refuse such a cool offer?

"All right Professor," I said firmly. "I will take you up on your offer."

--

"What are you two doing out of your class?" came a crotchety old voice from behind Blaise and myself. I stopped talking abruptly and looked at Blaise with impatience in my eyes. We both recognized that voice. Filch.

"Shit, what the fuck does he want?" said Blaise angrily as we both turned to face the unkempt caretaker. Filch was stalking towards us, Mrs. Norris not too far from his dirty heels of his field boots.

"So Mrs. Norris, I think we've caught two students skivving off from their lessons," he remarked to his filthy, flea bitten tabby cat. The cat stalked around Blaise and me, brushing it's disgusting tail against our clean robes, marking them with blonde hairs. I shuddered inwardly. I hated cats.

"Let's see," said Filch nastily, pointing a little stick at us. "Zabini and Nightshade I presume? Well you two have a nice little meeting with your Head of House..."

"That's where we were headed," said Blaise impatiently. "We were just sent out from Professor Sinstra's class for disruption. She told us to go to Professor Snape."

Filch looked as if he had been denied Christmas once again. It was a look he normally got when students had a liable reason for why they were out of class. Trust me, Blaise and I knew.

"Well get along then!" he huffed, turning away from us and striding down another corridor, looking for more victims to terrorize. His mangy cat gave us a surly look and took off after her master. Man, that cat really gave me the creeps.

"We'd better hurry up and get to Snape before we get stopped again," I said, beginning to walk again. But Blaise sniffed and brushed the cat hair off of his robes.

"Don't you want to smoke?" he suggested. "I'm dying for a fag right now..."

"Are you talking about cigarettes or Terrence Polowski?" I joked. Blaise shot me a dirty look but smiled slightly, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Come on, let's go to the Blood Lounge and smoke. Then you can tell me the rest of your story."

"But what about Sn-?"

"He'll be fine," assured Blaise. "He's probably sleeping anyway...come on." He steered me towards the corridor that led to the Blood Lounge.

A smoke did sound promising. Oh what the hell, Snape could wait another 20 minutes. After all, he had never minded before about being tied up and gagged.

~*~*~

To be continued...

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