Severus was sure he was going insane.
When that Potter Brat came to Hogwarts looking like his fool of a father and sorted into Gryffindor he was sure to be into many years of putting him in his place.
However, here he was, 5 years down the line, Potter in his fifth year and the dark lord resurrected, and he never thought he’d come across this scene.
He’d heard a scuffle in the abandoned girls bathroom on the first floor, some call it Moaning Myrtles, due to the dreadful ghost haunting it.
He’s been staring too long.
He couldnt help it.
Who would've thought he’d catch him and his godson together.
Severus blinks a few times, taking a deep breath and as he releases it up comes his occlumency shields. To think he’d need them during school hours.
“Potter. 50 points for indecency and the sheer nerve…”, He trails off, now turning slightly towards Draco.
“You. Fix yourself and make your way to my office and not a moment past 5 minutes from now.” A sneer making its way to his lips, before he turns on his heel and strides right out and down to the dungeons, and well… if he's a bit more vicious in point taking on his walk through nobody could prove it.
Honestly…
Potter and a Malfoy?
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No matter how more vicious I treated the brat, or the words I would say in my office or how well they acted like they hated each other,, I kept catching them together.
It’s driving me insane.
They'll be at eachothers throats, a pureblood heir of impeccable breeding, in line for the dark lords mark and bidding,
A halfblood gryffindor, thought to be “noble”, hot headed, a dunderhead, friends with muggleborns and muggle raised, the boy-who-lived, the chosen one, the prophesized enemy of the dark lord.
Together.
He’d seen Potters group and Dracos throw hexs and sneer and yell not even 2 hours ago.
He shook his head, refusing to dwell on it. He won't intervene past what he's been doing unless it outs his vows at jeopardy. He has no time for school boy flings.