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Angel Dust	By : darkfaith Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ok, Maddy. This is for you. BTW, this was written before OOTP, so it's not cannon. I've got quite a bit written, but it isn't finished, and I don't know how it's going to end. It kinda writes itself.

The next few days passed quickly for Gwendolyn. Between planning her classes, rebuilding her friendship with Severus (which was, in and of itself, a major task), and refreshing her magical skills, she met with Dumbledore to talk about the coming war.

There, she slipped back into the cold, calculating Auror that she had been all those years ago, listening impassively as the old wizard recounted Voldemort’s presence over the past years. When he spoke of the tournament the previous year, and the prize being the portkey to take Harry to Voldemort, she grimly thought it was a brilliant idea. She said nothing when he spoke of Cedric’s death.

When the day of the first classes came, she had decided to not only teach her pupils, but intimidate them as well. She knew there were grave times ahead of them, and they would benefit from a little well placed fear. She didn’t know she was thinking along the same line as another Slytherin professor at the school.

Waiting until she was sure all her students were in class, she flung open the door to her office and descended the stairs into the classroom. The room was silent as she turned to face the class, taking them in with a look of boredom. Many of them already looked intimidated without so much as a word from their new professor.

Probably already heard of me, she thought gravely. Slowly, she walked up and down the aisles.

‘So this is what passes for fifth years?’ she said lowly, certain the whole class heard her. Some even shivered.

She stopped behind the three heads she had heard most about. She focused on the tousled black one between the fiery red and the mousy brown.

‘This must be the infamous Mr. Potter,’ she said, watching three sets of shoulders tense. She crossed her arms and stood there for a moment. ‘I’m waiting.’

Slowly, his light green eyes came around to meet hers. She was secretly pleased to see that behind the dread was a large amount of defiance. ‘I’m sorry, Professor?’

‘I’ve heard so much of your exploits,’ she continued, mockingly. ‘I expected e woe wowed and amazed within minutes of meeting you.’ His eyes flicked away briefly, but then returned to hold hers, many emotions showing themselves.

‘Perhaps another day,’ she sighed, almost sounding regretful as she walked on. Before she left, she noted the trembling that had started in Potter’s companions, no doubt with rage. She smiled inwardly. A powerful trio, she thought.

She heard an amused whisper from the other side of the classroom. She turned and continued her slow pace until she had slunk behind the blonde culprit.

‘I know why I’m amused,’ she said loudly, pleased that she had surprised the boy. ‘Would you mind telling what you think is so amusing?’

It took all her control not to show her shock when the boy turned to face her. It can’t be, she thought wildly, keeping the mildly amused look pasted on her face.

‘I always find it funny when someone knocks Potter off his pedestal,’ the boy replied, a sly grin on his face.

‘And you would be?’ she asked, sounding uninterested.

‘Draco Malfoy,’ the boy stated with pride.

‘Ahh, as if there weren’t enough Malfoy’s in the world,’ she shook her head regrettably, although her mind was racing. ‘I assume you’re in Slytherin?’

‘Yes Professor,’ he said, struggling to sound arrogant because of her previous comment.

‘Then that will be five points from Slytherin because of your chattiness, Mr. Malfoy,’ she said, smiling coldly at the shocked look on his face. ‘I suggest you concern yourself with matters that do not involve Mr. Potter.’

The class was subdued for the remainder of the lesson as she informed them of what the coming months of Defense Against the Dark Arts had in store. As the students left the class, she ascended back to her office and sagged against the closed door, filled with anger and shock.

Lucius Malfoy’s son was in her class. The one Deatheater she had never caught, the one she was sure orchestrated the death of her family. It had taken all her restraint not to kill the boy who looked so much like his father.

Her enemy’s son would be under her care for the next months, and no one had told her he even existed. Quelling her fury with the rest of the staff, she pulled herself together for her next class of first years. But someone would pay later.

Severus was organizing his herbs for the next day’s lessons when the door to his office slammed open. He furrowed his brow as Gwendolyn came charging in, eyes blazing. He knew what was coming, and felt a knot of dread form in his stomach. He kept his gaze and tone cool, however, when he spoke to her.

‘Can I help you?’

Gwendolyn stopped only inches away from him. ‘You can tell me what the hell Lucius Malfoy’s son is doing in my class.’

‘Learning something, I hope,’ Severus said coolly, turning away. He was surprised when Gwendolyn grabbed his arm and turned him back.

‘Let’s try this again,’ she said coldly. ‘Why isn’t Malfoy in Azkaban? Why is his son allowed here? And why the hell didn’t you tell me?’

Returning her cold stare, Severus removed his arm from her grasp. ‘The Ministry could never prove Lucius’ ties to Voldemort. Draco is here because Dumbledore wants him here. And I didn’t tell you so as to avoid scenes like this.’

‘That is so fucking ridiculous!’ she raged, pacing the length of his office. ‘Everyone knows the Malfoys were on Voldemort’s side. And allowing his child into this school, especially when Harry’s here lacks sense to say the least.’

Snape gave a disgusted snort that caught her attention. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve joined Potter’s fan club.’

‘Let’s just say I relate,’ she said wryly, pacing again.

‘And other’s relate to Malfoy,’ he said pointedly. She stopped again and gave him an amazed look.

‘How can you possibly relate to any member of that family?’ she asked, disgust flavoring every word.

‘The boy doesn’t have to end up like his father,’ Severus said harshly. ‘He needs to know he has a choice, that his blood isn’t in control of his life or his destiny.’

Gwendolyn’s eyes narrowed. ‘Don’t give me that ‘sins of the father’ bullshit. The Malfoy’s have been using Dark Magics for generations and this boy will be no different.’

‘I thought you were here to protect the students,’ Snape said mockingly, ‘not plan their demise.’

‘How can I protect the students when one of the enemy is walking around inside the school!’ She cried, glaring hotly up at him.

Snape released his arms and considered her with a smirk. ‘With all these emotional outbursts, Miss Duncan, you’re beginning to sound more and more like a Gryffindor.’

He saw her eyes widen, but couldn’t catch her wrist before it flew to his cheek, slapping him hard enough to whip his head to the side. He didn’t touch his face, but turned slowly to look at her. Green and black eyes were burning with rage.

‘Don’t you ever say that again,’ she hissed.

‘Then start acting like the Slytherin you are,’ he returned just as low.

They glared each other in silence for a moment before Gwendolyn turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Only then did Severus touch his burning cheek, dropping into his chair with a ragged sigh.

It’s for her own good, he told himself.

She was a paradox, given to fits of rage when her temper was set off, but also capable of being cold and calculating. It was the temper that had always worried him. It made her vulnerable to attacks, both mental and physical, and that scared him more than he wanted to admit.

And he was the one person who knew best how to arouse her wrath. He gave a half-smile, half-grimace. It had always been the biggest problem between them. Just as they knew exactly what to say to cheer the other, they also knew what buttons to push to set the other off, and, when provoked, were not above using them. It had caused many blow-outs, followed by days of silence between them.

He closed his eyes and placed his head in his hands. They had just started to become close again, and he had to go and mess it up.

It’s for her own good, he repeated, the phrase becoming his mantra. But that didn’t help the pain ebb, either in his cheek or in his heart.
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