Peeved Moody March Microfic (Regency AU)
To Win
Mr Snape was elated. He had noticed, of course he had, how the scoundrel Lord Potter had eyed the object of his attentions, Miss Evans.
Despite the impertinence Miss Evans had shown in stepping in to defuse an argument between himself and the despicable Potter and his even more disgusting peer Lord Black, he could not deny how much he had enjoyed seeing Potter seeth over her admonishments to them.
He had put her in her place of course, for he had no use for a wife that spoke her own mind.
It had charmed him to hear her refusal of his proposal the first time, for he knew it to be usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept. He was therefore by no means discouraged, especially since his enquiries with her legal guardians had assured him of their intent to accept on her behalf before too long.
Tonight though, he was certain he would succeed, he had spotted her exit and the way she glanced over her shoulder had brought life to his nether loins, if she wanted to be chased, pursuit he would give. He would find her and show her her place, which was by his side, and after there would be no way she would or could refuse. The suggestion by Lord Yaxley as they had passed the locked library ( he planned to return with the master key) was not one he cared for. He would have miss Lily Evans as his wife.
Already the thought of flaunting her on his arm in front of a powerless Lord Potter filled him with immense pleasure.
In fact, he almost wished for the man to be present right now, so he could see his face when he made Miss Evans his future wife. No longer would Lord Potter strut about, he would be too peeved to do so, for it would hurt him terriby to lose to him.
Snape almost drooled in anticipation, because there would be nothing that arrogant man could do to stop him.