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Ethereal Desire

Author: Etherea.

Rating: T � PG-13 (Slight Sexual connotations and Foul Language;
nothing unbearable.)

Disclaimer: Don�t own. Don�t sue. I�m knutless.
Er.. is
that even a word?

Author Note: At last, a brand new chapter� But first,
to keep on with the tradition:

Forgive me, lords,
if I�m annoying;

My eagerness can�t
help but showing.

At last, not
least, a brand new chapter:

One that survived
the ire o� the Webmaster!

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read, and indeed you like�

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Ethereal Desire

Chapter Three

How Thick Can You Get?

Will the circus act ever end? the Potions Master thought as he tiredly
pinched the bridge of his nose, the only sign of his galloping irritation. A
couple of hours had passed since the interrogations had started, and apart from
the sporadic �objections� coming from the sulky professor whenever the
overexcited prosecutor took his self-imposed role of righteous avenger too far,
he hadn�t participated in the examinations at all; which was quite shocking
knowing Severus Snape�s lack of patience for self-absorbed morons and his
overprotective sentiments towards his godson.

Severus truly loved
and cared for Draco, which was something most people would find rather
unbelievable, being so caught up in the obscure, insensible persona he had
always portrayed to the world. In fact, the Potions Master liked to indulge in
the idea of being the only true father figure Draco had ever had in his life.
Lucius had been the one to impregnate the blonde�s mother, granted, and the
despicable lapdog had been the one to shape the first and most impressionable
years of the Slytherin�s existence; but Severus knew he had been the one who
had had major input in the final sculpting of the fine young man sitting by his
side, and the final results could only make him proud. Draco had beaten the
odds the Wizarding World had stacked against him since the day he was born,
which was very Slytherinish of him, in the Potions Master�s opinion.

Whatever
conclusion anybody could draw from his actions �or lack thereof, to be more
accurate-, would probably revolve around him not giving a damn about his young
charge�s future, taking into consideration the apparent triumph of Mr. Luton.
Those couldn�t be further from the truth though, and the answer was quite
simple: if there was something a double agent needed to know to survive in such
a dangerous line of work, it was when to move and take matters into one�s
hands, and when to step back and let things fall into place by themselves. And
in this case the best approach was, to everyone�s tangible bewilderment, the
latter.

Still, Severus
had noticed the glint of betrayal flashing in his godson�s eyes when he refused
to cross-examine that poor excuse of a witch Pansy Parkinson and he couldn�t
help but feel a pang of remorse; but it was all part of his carefully conceived
strategy. Severus needed those accusations, those truths to come forward and
smack Draco in the face. It was the only way to penetrate Draco�s barricade,
his artfully crafted fa�ade. He needed his godson to break, no matter how cruel
and ruthless that sounded, because breaking through Draco�s pride was what
would save his life.

Yes. Draco�s life wasn�t in Severus� hands; it was in his own. The
only way out of this mess would be for him to step on his pride, and confess
his �ironically enough- good deeds, which was exactly what Severus was trying
to achieve by putting him against the wall like this. He knew his godson very
well, and he knew Draco would eventually make a mistake, so obstinate on
continuing the farce he had lived in all his life, on perpetuating the
Malfoy-Are-All-Devious-Gits myth as the blond was. Draco was still an arrogant,
sometimes even a very irritating young man, but he wasn�t his father. They
might be incredibly alike physically, but �thank the powers that be- Draco was
his own person. He�d understand and do what is best for him� eventually. The blond
had said he was tired of playing games. Well,
the Potions Master thought, he may be
tired of playing games� but that doesn�t mean he still isn�t playing.
Hopefully, he�d be the winner by the end of the day.

That is, of course, if Severus� hypotheses were correct.

The dark-haired
wizard chanced a glance at his godson, who was looking intently at the
house-elf sitting in the witness box with a pensive expression on his face, as
if machinating one particularly cunning, devious plan.

�Do you think Dobby
would forget the broom issue if we arrange a date with Dixie
for him? Such bitterness is surely related to sexual deprivation. I highly
doubt he�s getting any in the kitchens of Hogwarts�� Draco trailed off, sighing
dramatically and taking Severus completely by surprise. �Poor,
disgraced creature. Have you seen that hideous elf, Winky?
No wonder he�s so wound-up,� the younger Slytherin said with the air of someone
who had just had a divine revelation. To the Potions Master�s chagrin, all he
could do was to blink repeatedly, aghast. In many ways, Draco was still a
child; it was just like him to come up with something that superfluous at a time like this. Then again, the Potions
Master knew that was the only defence the blond had: shameless condescension. He merely shook his head at him, as if
resigned, but inwardly he relieved that Draco wasn�t giving him the ice
treatment for what the blond no doubt considered treason.

�Do you think Dixie would agree to that?� Severus asked, raising a
mocking eyebrow. �I thought you said she was rather taken with me��

�Shush! I�m
trying to pay attention to this business. Don�t put such images into my greatly
imaginative mind or I will have to vomit all over the place, and I don�t want
to have that particular picture circulating in the evening paper. You�re my
councillor. You�re supposed to work to take care of my public image for me,�
Draco said in an off-hand manner, but Severus understood the veiled message. He
stared at the blond for some time, weighing his gestures and posture. Draco was
sitting casually but gracefully in his chair, his hands held regally over the
desk, his platinum hair impeccably framing his beautiful features, and he had
that half-interested look on his face he knew the blond usually reserved for important
yet extremely boring events he had to submit himself to. It struck him once
more to realise that if Draco was scared, he wasn�t letting his apprehension
show in the least.

Always the Slytherin.

The witnesses�
examinations concluded, and it was time for the �expert witness� to testify,
who �predictably� was Harry Potter, the Auror in charge of the �enquiries�.
Severus wondered what the so-called hero�s impression of Draco was now. Even
when the Potions Master had had to put up with the obnoxious Gryffindor during
the war, he had gotten to know him a little bit more �not out of free will,
that was for certain-. He still saw the green-eyed youth as a needy, whiny boy
with insecurity issues; but he knew Harry Potter wouldn�t lie to get rid of his
former childhood enemy. That sense of righteousness was � most probably- the
only thing the young man had inherited from his mother; that and those haunting
emerald eyes.

�Finally, his
royal highness lowers himself and agrees to grace us with his presence,�
Severus Snape drawled when he noticed the night-haired wizard walking towards
the box between crazed fans and blinding flashes after repeatedly ignoring the
Wizengamot warlock�s calls. How typical
of the boy. Severus turned to assess the situation with his godson, but
remained quiet when he noticed Draco�s gaze following Potter�s back towards the
box; his mercury eyes gleaming with ancient hatred.

Oh well, this rivalry seems to be another thing that
hasn�t changed one bit, the Potions Master thought
wearily as he resumed the pinching of his nose. Let�s hope they don�t end up killing each other in front of everybody�
not that that wouldn�t be much better entertainment.

Of course, he
didn�t know what was going through his godson�s mind.

��

The
blond Slytherin was itching to press his fingers to his temples, if just to
mitigate the annoying pounding which was threatening to drive him mad, but he
had to remain �cool� and �collected�; there would be no signs of weakness from
Draco Malfoy today. The interrogations were not the only cause for his current
state. He could place the perfidious traitor beside him, who was supposed to be
his godfather, on the top of the list. Right on top of the revolting
journalists, the hideous audience, and the frigid bitch sitting at the
presidium that simply can�t save her pitiful glares for herself, the blond
thought. In that moment, Draco coursed the fact that Severus was such a
brilliant Potions Master. He wouldn�t be able to slip some untraceable poison
in his tea; the bastard would probably recognise the brew had been adulterated
the second he smelled it.

There are other effective methods, Draco thought, like stabbing him in his
sleep�

He turned to his godfather and told him some
inconsequential comment about Dobby the House Elf�s love life. As if he truly
gave a damn.

Yes, let the treacherous bastard think everything is alright and I�m not
carefully planning his untimely demise. The surprise
factor is highly important when conceiving revenge, Draco sneered to
himself.

He
knew what his godfather was trying to do, and that was the main reason why he
was so upset. Draco didn�t care about the fact that Severus wasn�t
cross-examining the witnesses. Yes, he had been a little� shocked about
it after Pansy�s examination, but he was smart enough to see that there was, in
fact, little the older wizard could do about it. All the tales were true, to be
honest. And trying to persuade the audience against it would be quite futile...
not after Luton�s clever strategy. Draco had
to give some credit to the disgusting prosecutor. What he was doing, bringing
in old childhood rivals, upset former-employees, obsessed ex-lovers� it was
quite Slytherinish of him, actually. But it wasn�t Luton
and his stupid witnesses or Severus� performance that was bothering him; not in
the least. What was pushing all his buttons was the fact that his godfather was
willingly putting him in a place where the only way out would be for him to
confess his collaboration with the Order of the Phoenix and that was, Merlin�s
teeth, what was sending him over the edge.

�The
prosecution wishes to call our expert witness, Auror Harry Potter, head of the
Investigation Squad involved in Mr. Malfoy�s case.�

Oh, right� The stupid, attention-seeking, moronic,
scar-headed, infuriating�

Draco�s face was
set in a deep scowl. Precious, perfect Harry Potter, the bane of his existence,
the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Make-His-Life-Completely-Miserable, was now walking as if
he owned the whole bloody world towards the witness box. Of course, the man had
to put on airs before he allowed himself to take part of such mundane events;
he had to make sure every single person in the bloody tribunal had their eyes
set on him before he made his grand appearance, didn�t he? Draco knew Harry
Potter was just savouring this moment, engraving the most insignificant detail
in his mind for the later retelling to his children: �The day I finally kicked
Draco Malfoy�s arse.� Bastard.

It had been three
years since Draco had last seen the idiotic hero, but he could still feel the
all-too-familiar hatred for him. It was an acquired habit of sorts Draco just
couldn�t get rid off, even when he knew that it would make his life easier.
Call him a masochist, call him pathetic, but it just caused Draco�s nostrils to
flare and his eyes to narrow with loathing that Harry Potter had actually
gotten everything the sod wanted in his life, whilst Draco, who had had all the
odds for a wonderful, fulfilling life, was now sitting in a courtroom, waiting
for the final decision that would rip his life apart. Oh, yes! Draco had heard
the news, alright. Harry Potter, the golden boy of the Wizarding World, the boy
who had fulfilled the prophecy, who had the fame of a king and the respect of
the Magical Community, who had a flourishing career as an Auror, who was
engaged to �sweetheart� Ginevra Weasley� the same megalomaniac sod Draco
couldn�t help but wish was cut into tiny pieces and fed to a raving pack of
werewolves.

Harry Potter had
been the cause of all his troubles. If it hadn�t been for him and his stupid
entourage, Draco wouldn�t be attending this hearing in the first place� well,
maybe his father had also had quite a bit of accountability in the matter, but
that was highly irrelevant at the moment. If it wasn�t for Harry Potter and his
stupid Order, Severus wouldn�t have had to become a double agent, which would
have translated to Draco not having to help his godfather. If it wasn�t for his
stupid position as an informant during the war, he wouldn�t have had irate
Death Eaters after him; therefore he wouldn�t have had to leave his mother when
she needed him the most, when she was�

His mother had
died alone, and Draco just couldn�t
forgive Harry Potter for that. It was his entire fault. The loss of his family,
of his possessions, of his life� It
was all Harry Potter�s fault.

The raven-haired
Auror reached the witness box. Draco�s eyes had followed his every move since
he had noticed him walking towards the bench, stopping here and there to shake
some hands. He had observed each and every one of the hero�s gestures, noticing
the guarded pose, the stiffness of his back, the tightly-closed fists. Yeah, right.
Act like you�re not enjoying the attention, Draco thought; his voice
seething inside his head. There. The proclaimed Hero was turning, reaching his
seat at the box. The time to face his life-long archenemy had come, and Draco�s
heart quickened in some sort of wicked excitement. He wanted to face Harry
Potter, to let him know that he was not scared, that no matter the conclusion
of that day, Harry Potter would never, ever
see Draco Lucius Malfoy down. Draco�s narrowed eyes stared as Potter fumbled
with his hands for a second before looking up, almost cautiously, revealing
hesitant eyes of jade framed by rebellious locks of jet-black hair�

Mercury eyes
locked with pools of forest green that were hidden behind hideous spectacles,
and all of the sudden, the world began to spin out of control. The blond
couldn�t look away; he couldn�t blink, he couldn�t speak. He was suddenly tied
to the raven-haired man in front of him by invisible chains. Something snapped
inside his head and a rush of images and sounds whirled in a seemingly endless
parade before his mind�s eye; echoes of places, people, and voices drilling
holes through his psyche.

Flash�

An obscured corridor. Stone
walls. An arm placed around his waist. Cheeks tinged with crimson
fervour. A smile.

�Come here� I missed you so
much!�

An eternal kiss. A long intake of breath.
Quickened heartbeats. Mouths
caressing each other with unleashed devotion. Hands
running over familiar paths of warm flesh. A moan.
Surrender�

Flash�

A nightly sky. A
thousand stars falling over. A naked body weighing
tenderly on him. A whisper.

�I love you.�

A cool breeze caressing his
skin.
Soft moans invading the air. The smell of roses in bloom.
Abandon...

Flash�

The sweetest of kisses. A
suppressed sob. A tear running down his cheek. Hands entwined in his, demanding.

�Look at me! Nobody else matters. Nothing else matters. We�ll
make it. Please, don�t you ever doubt that!�

Polished jade shining in
the dark. A quiet embrace. A
lingering kiss. Another kiss. And another. And another...

Flash�

Bright
light.
Red light. Fear. A scream.

�What are you doing?! Draco! No!�

Pain. Chaos.
Darkness. Emptiness�

Nothingness.

In an instant,
the strange images that had stampeded into his consciousness dissipated like a handful
of dust in the wind. Draco gasped into reality, feeling as if he had woken up
from a nightmare, even when he knew he hadn�t fallen asleep at all. His eyes
were wide open, and confusion was piercing its way through him, leaving
icy-cold numbness in its wake. His heart was throbbing inside his ribcage,
bewildered. His throat had turned into a sandbank, and it seemed like the air
around him didn�t carry the required levels of oxygen to be able to breathe.
There was a terrible sense of wrongness
filling every cell of his being. He knew something was completely amiss, and it
felt like a red light bulb flashing incessantly through the deep fog of
trepidation imbibing his brain, but for the life of him, he couldn�t grasp what
it was. He felt he had to know, he had to understand. But, understand
what?

�Draco, are you
alright?� Severus� voice cut right through his catatonic state. He turned to
look at his godfather�s face -feeling like it took him years to do so- his
pupils widening and narrowing in search of focus. He finally blinked a few
times and noticed that he was still sitting at the dock in the courtroom;
people gossiping and murmuring around him.
The onyx gaze he had in front of him wasn�t the jade abyss he had been
submerged in a couple of seconds ago, or had it been minutes? Hours? Centuries? He didn�t know.
At the witness box, Ralph Luton had already started his questioning, and Draco
looked up at the scene then turned to his godfather, feeling extremely sick all
of the sudden.

�I� I need to get
out� I need some fresh air,� he said, his voice breaking. Severus noticed the
dots of perspiration on his brow and the greenish tinge of his face. He
understood that whatever happened to his godson, it had something to do with
the Auror at the witness box; the incredulous, almost scared expression on the
obnoxious Gryffindor�s face was proof of that. Unexpectedly, the craziest of
thoughts flashed through his mind...

It couldn�t be� It can�t be possible� can it?

The Potions
Master looked from the contorted, almost pained face of his godson to the man
at the witness box visibly fighting to move his eyes from the Slytherin whilst
answering the prosecutor�s questions, then back again. His blank mask revealed
nothing. He just stood up from his chair -interrupting Luton�s
elaborated reasoning with the action and eliciting sounds of confusion and
excitement from the audience- and locked his fierce gaze with that of Harry
Potter before turning to the Wizengamot�s Chief Wizard.

�Your honour,
may I ask for a brief break in the procedures? My charge is not feeling well at
the moment.� The old wizard at the presidium -who was in need of a break
himself- glanced at the plainly indisposed countenance of the defendant, and
ignoring the indignant looks and retorts coming from the prosecutor and the
explosion of appalled expletives from the audience, hit the gavel once on the
table.

�Petition
granted. This court will adjourn for fifteen minutes.� With that, the old
wizard stood from the chair and turned to leave, followed by the other two
wizards and the snotty witch. Draco didn�t wait for his godfather. He jumped
from the chair �almost knocking it down in the process- and escaped as
gracefully as his current state would allow him out of the courtroom through
the main doors, flashes of cameras and questioning faces all around, leaving a
very irate prosecutor, a very confused Auror, and a very meditative Potions
Master behind him.

��

Draco didn�t
know how he had found the public lavatories on the third floor. He had followed
some distant memory of past visits, moving by inertia as his eyes searched
frantically all around him, shunning journalists and other inconsequential
people assailing him with questions and scathing comments. He had run towards
the men�s restroom after he had spotted it down a small corridor -a right turn
from the main hallway- and banged the door open once he had reached it.

He rushed
towards the first cubicle, getting there just in time before the nausea took
over completely and he found himself collapsing in front of the porcelain
toilet, retching like a maniac and shivering like a dry leaf in the wind. He
didn�t even have time to look at his surroundings. His head felt as if a
mountain troll was pounding relentlessly on it as his whole body shook with
shivers and� sobs. He was crying. Awfully.

Gods! He felt so� sad, and
angry, and� just plain miserable!
He didn�t know; he couldn�t think of a reason why, but there was an awful pain
crushing his chest, tearing him in two; making it almost impossible to breathe,
let alone think clearly. He looked at his hands; they were shaking awfully and�
Oh Gods! His face! Long, bitter tears
were rolling down his cheeks and over his quivering lips, unleashed, and his
eyes stung with the ones he was desperately trying to hold back. He could feel
wave after wave of pain, deception, despair, and� heartache. His heart was
breaking; that was what this felt like: as if his heart was being shattered
into tiny pieces, each one of them scratching his mind and soul like little
splinters of cold pain and deception.

Sweet Athena, what�s happening to me!?

He remained
there, sprawled on the ground, for what appeared to be a very long time;
breathing in gasps and clutching the toilet as if it were a lifeline; praying
to some deity for mercy, for any of them to take him out of this misery. The
nausea had subsided somewhat and he didn�t feel like throwing his guts out
anymore, but his whole body still ached as if he had been rolled over
repeatedly by the Knight Bus, and the awful pain in his chest had somehow
turned into a dull, deep, aching emptiness. Exhaling deeply, he let himself
relax and find his normal breathing pattern again; his eyes closed as he
concentrated in the soft beating of his heart.

�Malfoy� are you
alright?� a hesitant yet concerned voice said from somewhere behind him, and
Draco�s eyes snapped open the instant he recognized it. A surge of overwhelming
sorrow and pain washed over him again, but he pushed it back to wherever it had
come from, held his face up with as much confidence as he could giving the
humiliating circumstances, and narrowed his stormy-grey eyes at the infuriating
raven-haired man standing in front of him with a worried expression on his
face.

�What are you
doing here, Potter?� he spat venomously, noticing with some trepidation the
hurt flashing across the Golden Boy�s eyes, gone as fast as it had come. The
emerald eyes suddenly narrowed with something akin to contempt, and Draco
somehow felt incredibly better with the change.

�I was sent to
find you, Malfoy. If you don�t remember, you�re in the middle of an official
hearing; you just can�t disappear when it�s not even concluded. I�ve been
ordered to escort you back to the courtroom�� he looked Draco up and down, and
the blond couldn�t help but feel very uncomfortable, �but I think you better
clean yourself up before you step foot out of this bathroom. There are
journalists outside,� the raven-haired Auror said sternly, his arms crossed
over his chest, and his eyes shining with an emotion Draco couldn�t quite
decipher... yet.

�And why do you
care, exactly?� the blond snapped, feeling victorious at the discomfiture
flashing across the brunette�s face. He sneered contemptuously. �Don�t you
worry, Potter. I won�t run away, if
that�s what you think I�m planning to do.�

�I wouldn�t put
that past you, Malfoy,� Harry replied
evenly.

Draco just
glared at him as he stood up with some difficulty -trying with all his might to
hide the shivers caused by Harry�s eyes on him-, waved his wand over himself
and the small mess he had created, and walked straight-backed towards the sink
counter. He turned the taps on and splashed water on his face, completely aware
of the emerald eyes watching his every move, and feeling some strange churning
in the pit of his stomach, as if he had eaten a pixie which happened to be
alive. Having the hero in so close proximity seemed to be triggering all the
alien emotions that had coursed through him moments ago, and it was then, when
he looked up to the mirror and found the somewhat embarrassed, yet distinctly
glazed emerald eyes of Harry Potter, that something inside his brain snapped
and all the pieces fell into place.

Suddenly, things
made awful sense...

He narrowed his
eyes in cold loathing just before turning swiftly in Potter�s direction,
pushing him hard against the bathroom wall; one hand clutching his robe collard
just as the other held his wand against the brunette�s throat; faces merely
inches apart.

�Tell me what
you did or I�ll hex you all the way back to Hades!� Draco hissed menacingly;
his eyes cold, hard, ominous.

Harry, who had
been taken completely by surprise by the Slytherin�s actions, looked up confusedly
at him; his jade eyes round like saucers in his disbelief. Draco�s immediacy
was making his body react in ways he never thought possible; which was very
mortifying, to say the least. He didn�t understand what was happening to him.
He wasn�t supposed to feel attracted to a man, let alone Draco bloody Malfoy,
damn it! His unexpected weakness was very real to him, and if there was one
thing Harry Potter hated the most in the whole world, it was it: weakness.
Somehow, common sense seemed to make itself shown �albeit feebly- on his mind
and his anger flared, fuelled by his colliding, confusing emotions.

�What the fuck
are you talking about, Malfoy? Have you lost your mind?� he snapped with as
much venom as he could muster. Draco looked even murderous at this. The blond
suddenly shifted his weight on the brunette as he turned to tighten his hold on
Harry�s collar, and Harry�s newfound resolution and indignation left him as an
endless electrical impulse ran up and down his spine. It was then that he finally
noticed. It was then that he truly caught up with what was actually happening:
Draco�s face and body were very -Gods, and he meant very- close to him. He could feel the blonde�s warm breath tickling
his lips and nose. He could smell the Slytherin�s unique scent; a subtle mix of
sandalwood and tangerine invading his nostrils. He could feel the enticing heat
radiating from him in waves. All of the sudden, he couldn�t think. He couldn�t
help but long for more. It was irresistible; it was intoxicating! To top it
all, Draco just kept looking at him with those unfathomable grey eyes shining
with a mix of anger and� confusion? Fear? Harry didn�t
know what exactly. All he knew was that he had to do something, anything! Was it to push him away and
punch him? Was it to reach for his wand and hex him? Was it to lean in and kiss
him?

Gods! I�m the one who�s lost his mind!

�Don�t you dare
take me for a fool, Potter!� Draco hissed as he pushed
Harry even harder against the wall, oblivious to the other man�s turmoil. Harry
didn�t even wince. The brunette merely kept staring at him, waiting. Expecting.

Defying him? Draco
couldn�t take it any more.

�Finish it.
NOW!� the blond roared, nostrils flaring. He wanted to hurt the man currently
pressed against him so hard it actually hurt him. The myriad of sensations running through him were making him
light-headed, and his whole being was demanding for him to do something: Punch
him, hex him, kill him� just touch
him! The horrible pain in his chest was intensifying with every breath he
shared with the Gryffindor, with every heartbeat resounding in his ears. It was
excruciating; it was unbearable! And worst, he hated the fact that Harry Potter
wasn�t doing anything to defend himself. Did he believe Draco incapable of
doing something against him, of hurting him? Did he think that Draco wasn�t a
match for him? Did he truly believe that Draco Malfoy was stupid?

He knew the
offending Gryffindor had hexed him somehow back in that courtroom. To Hell with
whatever it was he was feeling. To Hell with the consequences
if he hexed the Golden Boy to oblivion for playing with him. In that
very moment, it hit him with the force of a tidal wave; all of the irrational
anger, all of the inexplicable pain; all of the unwelcome sorrow rushed through
him with blinding certainty: Harry Potter had hurt him, and he�d be damned if
he was going to let the Gryffindor get away with it. Nothing else mattered.

Draco�s features
were set in a resolute, nearly predatory smirk. Harry looked at the blond with
emerald eyes shining with complete bewilderment, and Draco knew he had realised
what Draco was thinking. The blond pressed the wand firmly against Harry�s
chest, narrowed his eyes of fused silver with wicked hatred, and leaned against
the Gryffindor�

�Draco, stop!!�

Banging the door
open, in came a flustered, irate-looking Severus Snape.

��

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