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A Nagini and Severus Tale	By : MJurjevic Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 3508 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Seventeen: Horologium Ascending – Part Two by nagandsev

Summary: In a stew between Marcus and Lucius, Severus and Nagini are caught in the middle of petty and not so petty tiffs, spurring events on.

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Severus panted heavily from the exertion, his side aching, but it was not in vain. As he neared the stairway to Ravenclaw Tower, the unmistakable form of Nagini was there, hunched and leaning against a wall.

The mercurial Malfoy turned and looked up sharply, and they stared at each other, frozen in time.

Only when Severus slowly raised his forefinger to in front of his lips, warning her not to speak, did she silently step closer to him. He swirled around, and she watched as he pointed his wand here and there, rotating around until he had nonverbally cast Homenum Revelio throughout the entire circumference of the space around them, waiting for some reaction from an unknown source. Nothing happened.

No one! That damn Bellatrix and Rodolphus, unnerving me! cursed Severus to himself. They want to play games? So be it!

With a sigh of relief, Severus turned his full attention onto Nagini.

They spoke not a word as they came together; Nagini wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head on his shoulder. She’s been crying, noted Severus, and he reached out and slowly caressed her cheek, gently wiping away a fresh tear that fell.

Feeling his touch, she gazed up into his eyes.

Adrenaline coursing through his veins, Severus cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers, releasing his anxiety about her well-being by crushing her with a kiss. He didn’t pause until he heard her whimper from the intensity of it, and then he broke off their contact and heard her whisper, "They know! Lucius, Bellatrix—How do they know?"

His eyes glittered dangerously as the answer came to him. Sirius Black! Potter. That spineless Pettigrew. He could just hear Black’s version of their little run-in with them, being spouted out in exaggerated details for anyone and all to hear, especially to Black’s cousin, Bellatrix, who Sirius seemed to love to goad and provoke as much as, if not more than, he did Snape. That bloody berk! He’ll get what’s coming to him… privately!

But Severus pushed aside his thoughts about the odious Black, and his eyes bored into Nagini’s golden ones with purpose and intent as he reassured her. "It doesn’t matter what they know. Or what they think they know about us." He wanted Nagini to need him, regardless. To trust him. To trust that he could make everything work out, make everything be all right. "All that matters is us. What we want for each other. From one another."

Nagini seemed to understand what Severus meant, for she whispered, "Yes, yes… I want you too…"

Severus tilted his head to kiss her again, but the sound of the Ravenclaw Head Boy, Marcus Belby, tsking and saying, "That will do.", stopped him cold. His blood froze even more as he looked around and saw that Belby was accompanied not by fellow Ravenclaws but by three Gryffindors: Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. They had silently semi-surrounded Nagini and him, wands raised for attack.

"I saw you Slytherins… and her," Marcus snidely informed Severus, giving a distasteful look to Nagini, "wandering off, and I thought to engage the aide of others who know you only all too well, Snape." Belby smirked and then addressed Sirius. "Invaluable advice, Black, to hold back, keep back a safe distance and not pounce at once but wait until he was distracted. I owe you."

"Anytime, Belby, anytime." Black swaggered over to Nagini, letting his wand dangle loosely about and announced, "But I do believe that I deserve a little reward for saving such a damsel in distress… Blimey! She’s been crying!" Sirius leered at Nagini, amused, and then he sighed dramatically, orating, "Georgie porgie puddin’ pie, kissed the girls and made them cry…" He smirked at the witch. "Is that what happened, Malfoy? Snivellus kissed you and made you cry?"

Nagini couldn’t answer him, appalled at his and the others audacity, and looked around at all of the wands being pointed at Snape and her, but from the corner of her eye, she saw Severus reach for his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" cried James, disarming Snape in a flash.

His attention momentarily drawn to Severus, Black jibed, "I thought it was only—what’s your favourite word that you and your lot like to spout off about?—ah, yes, ‘mudbloods’. That’s it! Only mudbloods, you made cry, Snivellus."

With his black eyes flickering lethally at Black, Severus froze, seething and enraged at being caught in a trap, having to endure the humiliating memory of his verbal abuse to Lily that horrid day and being impotently incapable of defending Nagini and himself with four wands ready and pointed to hex them.

Knowing he’d hit a deep, raw wound, Sirius rubbed salt in it further. "Mudbloods, such as,” his cruel smile broadened as he jeered, "your favourite one, let’s say, Evans?"

Severus felt the intense pain of a Stinging Hex from Potter’s wand hit him full force, knocking him backwards onto the floor.

“Stop it! Stop it! What’s wrong with you all? He doesn’t deserve to be attacked—" cried out Nagini.

Bursting out in laughter like a hyena, Sirius exclaimed, "Snivellus, not deserve it?" He noted Nagini’s wide-eyed amazement and shock. "Well, what do you know? The hoity-toity Malfoy truly fancies our greasy-haired git here!"

Nagini made to cross to Severus, but Black grabbed her by the arm. Before Nagini could help herself, she felt a deep surge of anger and anxiety well up inside of her, a déjà vu of being bullied and attacked at Durmstrang bursts forth, and she hissed at Sirius in parseltongue, "Let go of me!"

Only a second of shock crossed over Sirius’ face, hearing her serpentine sound at him, before he bursts out in wild, excited laughter again and called out, "Looks like we got a live one here, Prongs! Where’s Moony when you need him?"

As Sirius held her, she tried to keep control of herself—for she felt a rush and need to do something violent, nonverbally and uncontrollable, if the bullyboys didn’t leave them alone—she appealed to Belby, "You’re a Prefect! A Head Boy! How can you allow this?"

At Marcus’ unresponsiveness, she demanded, "What do you want from us?"

"From you? Nothing at the moment." Belby’s thoughts were reeling, and he couldn’t wait to inform Flitwick, let alone the Headmaster, that she was a parselmouth; but first, he had some unfinished business with the Slytherin on the floor.

"From him," Marcus paused and crossed over to Severus lying prone on the floor. In a sudden movement, he kicked Snape hard in the ribs, saying, "I heard you that day, you oiker! I know it was you who hexed me from behind. You dirty coward!"

Severus let out a slew of swearwords as Belby kicked him again.

"You’re going to give Malfoy a message from me, but only after I break your nose like he did mine—"

Suddenly, all heard Pettigrew squeal like a pig and turned around.

Ambushing the ambushers, Bellatrix had grabbed Peter by the neck from behind, her wand digging into one of his plump facial cheeks; Rodolphus was unarming Potter as Regulus motioned with his wand for Sirius to let Nagini go and back away from her, saying, "That’s it, nice and easy, scumsucker. You know I’ll do it."

Through them all strode Lucius, who smoothly bent down and helped Snape back up on his feet.

Turning to Marcus, the blond wizard coolly commented, "I’m right here in front of you, Belby. Perhaps you’d like to give me your message now?"

The chilling reality that he and the Gryffindors were now at the mercy of Lucius and his inner circle of Slytherins caused Marcus’ mouth to go dry, and he couldn’t utter a sound.

"Hmm? Cat’s got your tongue, Belby? But you were so eloquently making your point, kicking my good man while he was down." Lucius looked around, carefully taking everyone into account. "Four against two? Or rather, four against one, since you were gallant enough not to attack Nagini. Yet."

Lucius sniffed, his anger began to seep out from under his cool façade. "I must compliment you. Very nice tactics. Who would’ve thought you’d be capable of it?" He smirked, giving Sirius and Potter a knowing look. "But then, blood traitors always do surprise one. Capable of anything."

Marcus found his tongue at last. "Shut it, you bloody hypocrite! After what you did to me—"

"What, Belby, what?" spat out Lucius through gritted teeth, "I’m sure we all want to hear you whine—and your intimate, graphic details, please!"

Seeing Marcus’ hesitate, something not allowing the Ravenclaw to speak further, Lucius smiled cruelly. "No juicy tidbits to share and enjoy? Well then, I’ll be the gentleman and propose how to get us all out of this little mess you’ve made, Belby, shall I? For now, that is…" Lucius leered at him. "It’s only because I’m counting the days till I get out of this confinement—without further incident, Belby. I know you can’t wait to have your own life, either. Away from Hogwarts. Away from your family. Independent and living the gay, carefree lifestyle, befitting to your true nature."

Marcus’ brow furrowed and he gave Lucius a worried look as he heard his cousin say, "Let’s just play nice; you go on up to Ravenclaw, like a good boy, leave Nagini alone, not a word to anyone about anything, ever, nor being nasty to her—let the honourable Gryffindors return to their dump—"

"Except for this one, Lucius," cut in Bellatrix giggling; she had replaced her wand with her forefinger, pushing it into Pettigrew’s soft cheek in small circles, causing his eyes to water. She whispered in the trembling Gryffindor’s ear, "I like ‘em round and soft. Just like you, Petey."

Pettigrew nervously whimpered, and Sirius spewed out at Bellatrix, "Let him go! You bloody, fucking—"

Black was cut off by a Silencing spell whipped at him by Rodolphus, who warned him quietly, "Watch your mouth, little Sirius, or I’ll wash it out for you. Topsy turvy Muggle-style."

"Now, now, everyone just calm down." Lucius raised a speculative eyebrow. "Potter—take your little friends and go—we won’t harm a hair on Belby’s head." Malfoy smiled a secretive smile. "Regulus will make sure of that. In fact, I’ll count to three and you all leave at the same time. Bella, you can play with Pettigrew at some other time. One, two, three."

No one moved and Lucius sighed dramatically.

"It will only end very ugly otherwise, and I believe none of us wish for our parents to be involved, do they?" Lucius commented sentimentally, "So little time left to be together until the end, NEWTs and all?" He lost his patience and turned sharply to the Ravenclaw Head Boy. "How much do you want disclosed, Belby, if your father and mine were called together? I might have to reveal certain things about you that your father, the austere conservative, albeit temporary Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, might find quite shocking about his son. Unacceptable. Orion and Walburga Black would be summoned as well. Certain matters concerning underage wizards would require it. But then, you’re a Head Boy. You know the rules regarding reporting underage relations."

Regulus! Marcus visibly paled in front of all. After several seconds, he rasped to the Gryffindors, "Go!"

"Fair enough, Belby, yes? Until another time then," purred Lucius, relishing Marcus in a true dilemma.

What little rationale was left in Belby’s flustered state kicked in, and he nodded, jerking his head in agreement. Lucius leaned closer into him and said in a quiet voice, "All’s fair in love and war, is it not, Marcus? See how happy you’ve made Regulus, being a good boy, cooperating with us? Protecting him? And yourself, as well. It’s almost romantic."

Belby blushed red as the youngest Black shot Marcus a puppy-eyed look of relief, if not longing, for the briefest second. But it was enough for Belby to know that their clandestine sexual experiences with each other had been fully revealed to Lucius and by now the others—the heated moments, desperately stolen and shared, were not forgotten but would now be over, as of that very second, he decided. Marcus could not risk his father finding out and disowning him.

Defeated, Marcus gave one last dark but longing look at Regulus and without another word, turned, and walked slowly up the stairs to Ravenclaw.

Disgruntled, but under the threatening wands of the Slytherins outnumbering them, James picked up his wand that Rodolphus had thrown on the floor and pulled Sirius along; Padfoot still cussed animatedly under the Silencing spell Lestrange had placed on him, and Bella gleefully released Pettigrew to scamper hurriedly after his mates, not looking back.

As Rodolphus’ eyes darted back and forth hungrily between watching the Gryffindors fade out of sight and Nagini standing beside Snape, touching his ribs tentatively, Regulus and Bellatrix lolled over to Severus, and she jeered, "Bet ‘ya didn’t think we were looking out for you, Sevy?"

Regardless of yet another triumph over Belby and the other blood traitors, Lucius’ expression had hardened, and he ordered Severus in a no-nonsense tone, "Walk Nagini to the Ravenclaw door and say goodnight. I’ll be waiting for you in the common room, or better yet, come to my room. Be quick about it, Snape."

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