Say Hello To My Genius

Severus Snape sucked at his pointy kanines, the way he always did when he was tired and forced to think. Transfiguration was his worst subject, and Professor Magonagal had piled an exceptionally large amount of homework apon his last class. I’ll bet Griffyndor didn’t get any homework. The young Slitheryn thought to himself, furrowing his brows. He looked to his best friend, Lucious Malfoy as the pale, blond eleven-year-old chewed over his last few inches of parchement. Severus bit the inside of his lip. This was rediculous! He could just read Malfoy’s paper and get the general idea, after all, he was a bit better at Transfiguration. No, like I’d admit, even to Malfoy that I couldn’t do better than he in anything. I’ll just take my notes now, and look at his paper when he’s sleeping. Oh, bullocks, I’m beginning to sound like a lame-brain good for nothing...after all, I have a very keen mind...the sorting hat would have put me in Ravenclaw if I hadn’t threatened to just sit there if he had called anything but Slitheryn. Transfiguration is so difficult....nevermind...I’ll work on it all night just to have a better report than Malfoy. Best friend or not, he is an incuragable git.
“A bit slow tonight, are we, Snape?” Malfoy smirked, peering over the raven-haired boy’s hunched shoulder as he buried his large nose in A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration. “Shut up. I’m trying to read.” Snape replied, curling his back further around the book, and turning away from his friend. Malfoy ignored the obvious, and continued to speak. “Wouldn’t it be great, if we could play-” Snape was absolutely annoyed behind consolation at this piont and interrupted Malfoy to predict what he was saying, “played a joke on those two most loathesome Griffyndor first years. A practical joke so dastardly that manny would offer us thier praise, and few would be able to best our efforts. Honestly, Lucious, you’ve become so predictable.” Malfoy’s face soured, but his friend didn’t notice-or pretended not to. “You sound like a pompus old goat, all ready. You’re reading too much.” “And you don’t read enough.” Again, a few words noticably ignored. Sometimes, I wish I could just bash him in the nose, maybe then he would stop thinking he has the right to poke fun at mine.
Honestly, he thinks he has all the belittleing rights around here, and his quips aren’t even that funny. Even Sidra Weston is better at come-backs that he is.
There’s something wrong with that grl-well, no, maybe not wrong, but something different...something uncanny, something intangible...and forcing her to look it in the face is a pleasure of magnanimous proprtions. Though nothing will ever reproduce the feeling I get around Bella Borgia...and she’s not quite so old, either...she and Prof. Magonagal were in the same year, and Magonagal said she had graduated two years ago. Oh, Bella...no one is quite as beautiful as you...nor so knowledganle...and no one understands you like I do. The fact that Severus had read through two whole pages without digesting any of the information in it, brought him back to earth, and he started over at the top of the first page. Soon enough, though, he was back to his thoughts. He pondered his feelings for his potions misstriss for a while, and then thought of school.
Actually, Mother was right, Hogwart’s is a very good school. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t get accepted into Durmstrang, I know all there is to know about the dark arts, and if I need to know more, nothing will stand in the way of finding out. Popular schools are too frightened of anarchy to teach much dark magic...all schools should teach all magic. Just because you know it doesn’t mean you use it...all the time...and to know it could be most benificial, I’m sure. The only problem with this place, actually, are those right wing conservatives in Griffyndor. What would be really good is if I could get them expelled..no, wait, teach them a lesson, a good lesson...shake them down to thier muggle sneakers, I think. Make them think for just a moment what yeilds from thier extremely biased beliefs.
“Lucious...” Severus began, qietly, turning and straightening to face his friend. Malfoy looked up from his proof-reading, his focus on his friend’s lightless, black eyes. Positive he had his mate’s full attention, Severus continued, “I have a very brilliant idea. You’re going to like it alot, infact, only, you may not be very happy with the part you play in it, but it will be a very important part. You just won’t be on the frontlines...and I know how you feel about that. The only thing is, we need a girl to help us do this.” Severus knew that Lucious Malfoy had only heard him say, “I have a brilliant idea. You’ll like it alot, in fact. You will have a very important part in it all, and we need a girl to do exactly as we say to make the idea work.”, for Malfoy replied with, “Al right, I’m interrested. Narcissa will help us, or Mina...” “No, Mina would ruin everything because she would want to do it all her way, and Narcissa would get us in trouble, because she’s such an idiot.” Malfoy chuckled, bemused. “She is a bit of an idiot, isn’t she? It’s the only reason I like her, nice and palpatable.” Severus cocked a thin, black brow. In years to come, he would remember those words of Lucious, and not only reflect on the truth within them, but wonder if that was what he had liked about Malfoy back then, and if Malfoy felt the same way about he, himself.
“No, I think I’ll ask Weston to help us out on this one.” Severus mused. “Toadface?” Malfoy looked sceptical, as if sure his friend was joking. Like I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t think anyone hates Potter and Black more than Malfoy and I unless it’s Sidra. Besides...”She takes direction extremely well, as I have discovered in Potions, being forced to be her partner,” Malfoy looked thoughtful, Severus continnued, “She is alert and is quick witted compared to our other options...moreover, she can sound exactly like Magonagall when she wants to.”
Malfoy looked even more cynical. “Okay, maybe you had better dazzle me with your brilliance before I scream my list of protests about Weston. Please, explain why she needs to sound like Magonagal?” Severus Snape grinned wide, displaying his gleaming white kanines. He narrowed his eyes for dramatic emphasis, wanting to thrill his friend to tears with what he had to say next. “Lucius. Let me introduce you to my genius...”