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The Prize	By : Kvarta Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Ok, fair warning, my beta is stuck with her Uni - so this chapter is not checked by her.
Again - sorry for my not so good English :)
THE GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE
Katya hissed as searing pain shot up her leg, every small bone in her heel vibrating from the pain. She was pressing her heel hard in to the stone cradle of the window nook, gazing in to the vastness of sky above treetops. All these months of patient waiting melted into agony of self-doubt in a past three days. She questioned every word she uttered in front of him, every gesture, replaying their encounter on endless loop.
- He is good. Better than good, he is fucking brilliant. Bastard. – growled
The late afternoon sun danced on the fluttering leaves outside, inside her head there was a full-fledged storm, along with gray clouds, lightning bolts and thunders. After mulling on her possible mistake, she decided that this was tactic, brilliant one at that. He left her stewing for days, questioning herself. Every time door opened, she had to bite her tongue not to ask about him. She had to control herself to the point of insanity just so she could look peaceful and unaffected, same as all those past months. Following a lazy flight of a bird, she narrowed her eyes.
“Bastard wants to get under my skin.”
That sounded much better than what she knew he was doing, and doing successfully, he managed to get inside her head and give it a decent spin. Her bait was perfect, she expected him to be in her room following day, but tree days later only food trays passed her doorstep. Katya could not but marvel his self-control, knowing that he did want answers.
“I’ve got your number you bastard. Leave me waiting for as long as you think it’s necessary, but you are in for a nasty surprise. I chose well, my magic chose well. Let the games begin.”
With few deep breaths, she steadied herself. Suddenly, slight vibration filled the air, her eyes flicked at the door than pinned to the sky.
Door opened and she nodded, not looking.
- Thank you. – replied politely as she always does
- It is not yet five Miss. Katya. – his dry voice was low
She forced herself to stay in same position, feeling her heart hammering against the chest.
- I did not expect you so soon Mr. Snape. Did you reach your decision? – she could hear the scraping of the chair against the floor and light crackle as he sat down
- I am here, am I not? –
- And, I presume that you will be joining me for my afternoon tea. – she finally glanced at him. He had same rigid posture beneath the mask of relaxation and motionless, inexpressive face.
- Obviously. – he drawled. She turned to him, widening her eyes in silent expectation of his question, but he remained silent as well
“Tit-for-tat, what a cruel game.” she thought
Locking her eyes on his they sat in silence engaged in bizarre staring contest. Battle of wills. Using the opportunity, Katya dived in to his gaze, leaching on to the vibrant strings of her magic in him. She did not want to use this option so soon, but he pushed her too fast too far. Completing the spell, hoping that he did not noticed her subtle intrusion. If he did, he did not give away any signs, she hoped he didn’t. She also hoped that if he were unaware of her spell, it would stay that way for some time.
Polkins arrived with tea and they both turned their eyes to him, breaking the contact at the same time. Auror offered her a folded parchment; she read it and neatly fold it again nodding. The young man left the tea on the table and shuffled out of the room as fast as he could, forgetting his dignity. They nearly chuckled at his haste retreat. Snape took a cup and filled it, offering it to her
- Tea, Miss. Katya. - she accepted the cup, watching him pour one for himself, taking a sip from it, she sipped as well. He was looking at her intensely – Why are you here? –
- I thought we are beyond that question by now, Mr. Snape. – she modulated her voice to a bored exhale – Why did you become Death Eater? –
He remained silent; they continued drinking tea in silence.
- More tea? – he asked and she offered her cup for a refill and downed it almost instantly, asking mutely for another, he refilled it – Why are you here? – he asked again, his voice was soft
- Are you aware that you could use that voice of yours as a weapon? – she smiled and smelled the tea – Lovely aroma, too bad it is tainted. – he raised his eyebrow and she sent him a kiss. Hovering he free hand over the cup, after a few seconds she curled her palm in to a ball. Watching him straight in to the eyes, she turned her fist sideways and poured the small amount of liquid on the floor. Sniffing the tea again – Much better. Thank you. –
- For what? – she could detect small quiver of his voice
- For this. – she pointed at parchment lying on the table – Feel free to read it. –
He reached and took the note, reading it and folding it again, his features did not change
- I am afraid that I have nothing to do with this. –
- In that case, your Minister is willing to gamble with your life. –
- Hardly. You do not need to be smart to figure out that no harm will come to me from you Miss. – he sipped the tea – Why did you spilled portion of your tea on the floor? –
- Now, now, Mr. Snape potions supposed to be your specialty. And, as Occulumens you should know that Veritaserum do not always work. –
- Are you claiming, to be Occulumens Miss. Katya? –
- No, I’m no such thing. But I do have ability to separate poison from my system, as you could see. – his brows traveled up his forehead – I just demonstrate it; you honestly didn’t think that much of a potion could be in just one cup. You know better than that. Oh, for your information, I would not bet that you are safe with me. –
- You saved me just so you could harm me. – he smirked
- No, no bodily harm will come to you. But you are going to see me as your worst nightmare in time. – she almost laughed as his pupils dilated, it was the tiniest motion – What do you know about evil? –
- It is evil. – he replied flatly, his shoulders squaring just a bit
- True. It is also seductive. It is sweet, promising, it lures you in. That much you know. I will be absolute opposite of it. You are going to hate me, you are going to dread every breathing moment you spend in my company, until … - she trailed off
- Until what? –
- Until our arrangement is over. –
- What is our arrangement Miss. Katya? –
- Why did you become Death Eater? – she pressed and he just leaned back in to the chair, sipping his tea.
“Here kitty, kitty.” she thought, preparing herself mentally for what was about to come. He finished his tea and stood up
- Thank you for your company, Miss. Katya. – he drawled and left her alone. Suppressing the need to hurl the teacup at the door Katya grumbled under the breath.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
He stride to his room, nodding shortly to Polkins
- Today there is no messages for Minister; I won’t need you anymore today. –
Entering the room, he carefully closed the door. Suddenly he clenched his fists and loudly swore.
- That annoying, infuriating twat! Whom does she think she’s playing with. I’m going to break her, even if it’s the last thing I do! –
He drew the memory and dived in to it. Half an hour later, he emerged from Pensieve. Pacing angrily around the room.
“She was taunting me all along. How stupid can I be? If she wants to play, we are going to play. We are going to play this game on my terms!”
His mouth felt dry, he took a long gulp of water and sat down, drumming the beat with his fingers. His mind was howling, finding it difficult to concentrate he took a quill and dipped it in ink, furiously scribbling. Frowning occasionally or shaking his head, as if he is arguing with someone. Finally tossing off the quill, he grabbed the parchment and tossed himself on the bed, still peering at the list he made. Springing up to sitting position, crumpling note in his hand and tossing it across the room.
“Damn her! WHY, the fuck, ME? Why everybody pick me?!!!” more desperate thought send him back, lying flat and clenching his fists and jaw “Why I could not just be dead and be at peace now?”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Several days passed. He would show up in her cell, two – three times a day, they would share a tea or even a meal. Ask questions that neither of them answered or just engage in staring contest. Neither of them backing off.
Kingsley…visited him. He almost got used to regular, evening visits. Minister would drop by to a glass of vine, firewiskey or tea, never pressing him or hurrying him up, but regularly asking questions.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
He walked in to the cell; Katya didn’t even turn her head. He sat on the chair, and transformed one of the glasses in to the ashtray. To light a cigarette could be interpreted as sign of weakness, but could also be seen as tactics. He did not care either way, past few days wrecked his nerves, and he knew that cigarette would help hm.
Twirling the old Zippo in his hands, he flicked it to flame and lit a cigarette, drawing long smoke in to his lungs. Not even watching at her, he continued to play with a lighter, his long fingers caressing the sharp edges, lost in thought. He did not light a cigarette in years. Not during the long tedious years as a teacher. Not when he had to return at the Dark Lord’s elbow. Not even when Albus pressed him. But, he did now, while he was playing stupid game with this impossible strange woman. He nearly jumped, she was walking away holding a cigarette she plucked from his lips.
- You should learn how to share. – she smirked, getting back to the nook, inhaling a deep smoke and releasing it slowly, with pleasure – Uhhhhhhhhh, I missed this, it was too long. –
- How long? – he asked lighting another one, placing a pack in the middle of the table
- Five years and … ummm, how long am I here? – she fixed her gaze to the burning tip almost lovingly. He could kick himself; it never occurred to him that something so simple could tip the scale to his benefit. – How long it was for you? –
- Why do you think I ever quit? –
- Because, - she disintegrated the cigarette butt and stood up to take another one, taking the lighter from his hands – you don’t have the stains on your fingers. –
- I worked at school. – he shrugged
- Change of tactics. – she raised her eyebrow and pointed at box on the table – You can actually get these here? -
- If you know where to look. –
- Can you get some for me? – her voice was serious, he leaned his head and glared at her
“She still acts like a punk. A muggle punk. I got you now, you twat.” – What are you? Schoolkid? –
- I’d go and buy them myself, but I’m not sure my hosts would appreciate me strolling in and out of this place. – she grinned at him rummaging through multitude of her pockets, finding what she was looking for she tossed him a galleon – Is this enough? –
- For what? Entire tobacco store? –
- Four packs would be enough. With a little luck, I’ll be out of here before I finish them. –
- Why are you so sure you will be out of here? -
- You are getting bored of this little game, so am I. – she shrugged
- And you will answer my questions just like that? –
- Already did, you are the one with inability to trust. You are also the one who does not answer my questions. –
- We will be here for a long time, are you sure, you want only four packs? -
- For a start. – she vanished another cigarette butt
- Neat trick. –
- It is, isn’t it? – she smiled – So, you don’t want to talk about Death Eaters. How about your life among muggles? –
- It ended when I was eleven. – replied flatly – Why me? –
- Why not? –
- Going to this length for someone you never met and you don’t want anything from… - he trailed off
- Let’s say that you were convenient. It might have been someone else, dices just rolled on you. Nothing personal. –
- You just drew my name out of the hat? –
- Pretty accurate. When did you start smoking? –
- At 16. You? –
- 22, sometime after I got my degree. –
- Degree? –
- Are you sure you are half-blood? Yeah, degree akin to your Mastery. In terms your muggles use that would-be PhD. –
- Isn’t 22 bit young for that? I do not pretend to know much about muggle schooling system but I know that 22 is young for PhD. –
- Not if you skipping 2 years per year. – he gazed at her - Don’t look me like that. Just because I have brain, it doesn’t mean I must act all high and mighty. 16 huh? Would that fit the time you had a … bad breakup with… -
- Do not even dare to say it. – hissed, anger boiling inside of him, fingers twitching, aching for a hex – Do not pretend you know me. –
- I know of you. I know everything that could be known about your life. –
- That… -
- You are Severus Snape. Born on January 9^th, 1960, by witch, Eileen Prince, pure blood and muggle father Tobias. Your mother disowned and rejected by her family after marrying muggle. First time family abuse report was two months before you were born, broken arm. First time your name showed up in reports, you had 13 months…
- SHUT UP. – his voice was low and vibrated dangerously, he stood up towering over her – Do not try to say that you know me. You have no idea who am I. –
- Every single paper trail there is on you, I know it. I know of you, what I don’t know is you. And we are both stuck here until you start talking. – she propped on her toes to stare in to is eyes, pinned between the nook and his body. He could see anger and annoyance, matching his, on her face. She swayed a little, balancing than huffed – Bloody hell! This would be much more effective if you are not so damn tall! –
- Do not test your luck. – growled at her
- Do not assume me as easy opponent. It is you who don’t know against whom he’s going. – she narrowed her eyes, he could sense the danger and crackling of magic in the air
- I am sure that I can handle you. –
- You can’t even make me talk, no more than I can make you. – she bit back still balancing to stay on her toes
- Does asking personal question can match general one? –
- Did ever occurred to you that your questions are personal too? –
- Why are you here? –
- To collect my Prize. To collect YOU. – she hissed at him and he backed away, smirking as she nearly toppled on the floor.
- You saved my life because I am supposed to be some sort of prize? Offered by whom? Dark Lord? –
- I did not save your life. – she spat – I gave you a new one. You were dead. I broth you back, and I’ the only one who can take it back. You do not decide whether you live or die, I do! – he raised an eyebrow raising his wand – I do hope you have a shield charm ready after you cast whatever you want to cast. Do not take me lightly. –
- Who offered me witch? – growled again
- No one, as I told you, I choose you. From all the bastards, I could pick on, I choose you. –
- And you think that I…belong…to you now? –
- Hardly. If you have no desire to be self-destructive you are free of me. – she neared him again – But that is impossible, isn’t it? You wait, you just wait the moment to be alone, just so you could end it all. And I can’t allow it. You are stuck with me, and I assure you that is not the most pleasant task I can think of. –
She paced back to the nook; he observed her silently congratulating himself. She did provoke him, but she did give him so much more in return.
- You may find it that my person is not a gift or a prize you are able to collect, you, insolent chit. My life is my own. – hissed.
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