Know Thy Enemy

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copywrite or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter 2

After my first run in with Snape it was as if I couldn't get the boy out of my brain. Every time I entered the common room, every time I sat in the Great Hall, my silver eyes searched for Snape's dark head. I never found it. Snape's elusive behavior piqued my interest enough that I had Avery looking into it. I wanted to know his likes, his dislikes, his habits, his friends, his grades--anything and everything. I was on the prowl and Snape was the prey; it never hurts to be over prepared. Know thy enemy, Father always says. Snape was nothing if not the enemy. He wasn't in my league of influence, thus he was against me. Besides, there was not a pureblood family in all of Europe that didn't know of Snape's Mother's betrayal. Elaine Prince is a bloodtraitor, and by default so is her son. But worse than that, Snape is a half blood. If there was any other way for Elaine Prince to disadvantage her son, I could think of naught for she had already done it so thoroughly.

Snape is an outcast in the school because his Slytherin status and an outcast within Slytherin because of his half blood status. Snape is the only Slytherin in which the Gryffiindor's can harass because he was the only Slytherin that his house would not look out for. Avery tells me that Snape has no friends and I believe him. Perhaps if Snape had gotten sorted into a different house then he might have a friend or two. But even from that one brief moment when I first met Snape, I could tell that Snape wasn't exactly the 'friend' type, or perhaps even the type to have acquaintances, though there is that Evans girl. And based on what Avery told me about Snape's impeccable grades, if he had gotten sorted into any other house it would have been Ravenclaw and Ravenclaws aren't exactly the 'friend' type as a whole. They are more solitary, more reclusive, preferring to focus on their studies more than anything else.

As a Malfoy, I of course am not the friend type either. I have acquaintances. Avery is one of them, as well as Crabbe and Goyle, among a few others. Avery is turning out to be quite useful as he has given me enough information on Snape to make my next move. Even as I am plotting and planning I wonder why I am investing this much time into a social outcast, into a reclusive half blood Prince. However, all becomes clear when Snape storms into the common room. Once he spots me his dark eyes become impossibly darker as he stalks over in a mad rage. When he is standing in front of me his pale cheeks are flushed in anger and his whole body pulses with the emotion. The whole common room looks on with thinly veiled interest and mild disbelief. When Snape finally speaks to me the disbelief present in the room mounts.

"I wish to speak with you. Alone." No one ever makes demands of a Malfoy, especially not a half blood, however, that is exactly what the common room is hearing. There is no way that they could all have the same delusion. Though suddenly, the Slytherin's believe that they must be having a group vision of delusions because I do not reprimand Snape, I just nod my head before he leads me to his room. He will pay for that later, but right now I can not pass up the opportunity to be alone with the boy.

When we enter Snape's rooms it is decorated in the customary Slytherin colors of deep green and pale silver. However, the room is decorated in much more black than I would have anticipated, but that is not what my focus is on. There is only one bed in the large room.

"Do you not have roommates?" I ask Snape in curiosity as I stare around the room. Though there is only one twin sized bed the rest of the space is

being utilized by bookshelves filled with hundreds of books. There is also a small part next to the loo that all the rooms hold were Snape has set up a makeshift potions lab.

"What?" Snape asks as he looks at me in surprise. He lets out a bitter laugh. "I had thought that all the Slytherins knew of my room arrangements. No Slytherin would dare room with a half blood." He lets out another bitter laugh. "But then again I suppose everyone just ignores my unsightly existence ergo most Slytherin's wouldn't know of my room arrangements as even the name Snape must bring bile on any pureblood's tongue."

"Ah, perhaps you are correct."

Snape scowls at me before his face shifts into a stoic expression. "I have a personal library all to myself so it doesn't matter. None of it matters..."

"Is that what you want? To be cooped in this dark room all by yourself? To sneak your meals in the library were no one will disturb you? To spend all your free time brewing potions? If that is what you truly wanted then you would have taken the apprenticeship with Pierre."

Snape face twist into that of deep anger, turning red once more before he pulls out his wand. "Shut up, Malfoy. You know nothing! Nothing about me. Get out!"

I cross my arms nonchalantly as I stare at Snape's dark ebony wand. I tilt my head to the side as I eye Snape's heaving form. "You are the one who invited me, half blood. And you should put that wand away, you're too young to play with the big boys."

Snape face turns an even darker shade of red and I am amazed that his pale complexion can achieve such an intensity of color. Snape then opens his mouth, and his wand arm raises as he utters the beginning of a spell I have no intention of finding out the consequences of. In an instant I have Snape pinned down on his bed, arms raised above his head and my tall form raised above his own. Snape lets out a snarl before his body goes limp beneath mine. Though Snape appears to have given up fighting I know that if I lower my guard he will have his wand pointed at my throat again--I can see it in his eyes.

"What did I tell you, half blood," I say with the intention of goading him. His dark eyes narrow at me and I smirk in satisfaction. "You're too young to be playing with the big boys. I subdued you without even using my wand, and if I hadn't, you would be in much more pain than this." I press all of my weight down on Snape and he lets out an involuntary gasp, turning his head to the side so that he can breath better. I smirk down at him and I can feel his body tense under mine as it fights to push off my weight. In this position I can feel how skinny the boy is and I am definitely at least three times his size--in weight and muscle. I can see his lips moving as they suck in small puffs of air. His thin lips are pale and his black greasy hair appears silky in the dim light, fanning around his flushed face in a most becoming manner.

I press down harder onto him, forcing his legs to open wider as his body tries to accommodate my weight. Snape gasps when he feels my erection pressing into him and I smirk as I grind into his pelvis. The boy gasps again and his hand loosens around his wand. The dark wood rolls across the silver bed and I pick up the ebony wand triumphantly, immediately releasing Snape's hold as I stand up off of the prone figure. "If I had wanted to take your wand I could have done so by force, however I think you enjoyed my unconventional methods."

Snape scowls at me and I pointedly look down at his dented jeans. The flush on his cheeks turn darker before he quickly arranges his robe to hide the damning evidence. "Enough games," I say to Snape as I twirl his wand around my fingers. "As fun as you are to play with I do have meetings and obligations I must attend to. Why did you wish to speak with me?"

My question seems to snap Snape out of his embarrassing state as he sits up on the bed. When he sees how much he will have to look up to meet my eyes he scowls again before standing up. "I don't need your charity."

"What exactly are you talking about?"

"Today I got this," Snape says as he walks over to his trunk that was designed to work as a closet on one side and drawers on the other. When Snape opens up the doors to the trunk's closet he angrily pulls out robe after robe after robe that he throws on the bed in front of me. I eye the expensive robes appraisingly before turning back to Snape who is still throwing out more robes.

"Are you unpleased about the cut of the robes? These will fit your form much better than the ones you currently wear and are in much better condition."

"I told you, Malfoy. I do not need your charity. Now takes these robes and go."

"Ah, but Mr. Snape. I was not the one who gave you these robes. Surely the sender of this collection was no secret. Or perhaps you have a secret admirer. A mudblood perhaps?"

Snape glares at me and his cheeks flush in anger. "I do not have a bloody secret admirer!" I smirk at him and he lets out a large puff of air. "Malfoy, I'm sure you're aware of the fact that after class Potter and Black decided to give me a whole new set of robes. I believed it was a trick, they insisted that it was not and truthfully they aren't this subtle so I was forced to believe them. When I inquired further about these damnable robes they said to ask you."

"It took them a whole week to acquire these? Well, if the quality were not so good I would have to reprimand them."

"Take the goddamn bloody robes and get OUT!"

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Snape. If I leave now however will you get your wand back?"

"Give it to me. Now."

"Ah ah ah, Snape. You forget who holds all the cards. I am a prefect after all. If you really want your wand back you'll have to do something for me."

Snape crosses his arms. "What?" When I open my mouth to speak Snape cuts me off instantly. "Doesn't matter, I'll just tell a Professor and then you'll be forced to give it back to me anyway."

"Ah, Mr. Snape, you misunderstand. Though that may be true how much trouble do you think I'll be in if, say, I accidentally snapped your wand? You forget yourself and my status, half blood. Every wizard knows that any replacement wand will never be as efficient as the first. Now, if you would like

to see how weak you will be with a new wand, let us continue in this manner."

Snape lets out a sigh of defeat before closing his eyes. When he opens them again his face is stoic. "What is it that you want?"

"Ah, don't be so shy, Mr. Snape," I say before sitting down on his bed, lounging next to the mountain of robes. I finger the robes absently as I look into his dark eyes. "I want nothing that you cannot afford to give. Indeed my request is more for your benefit than mine."

Snape crosses his arms in anger. "Malfoy, I said what do you want?" Though his face still remains stoic I can hear the fury in his voice. I smirk.

"All I want, Mr. Snape, is for you to wear these robes that your classmates so nicely provided for you."

"No."

"No?"

Snape glares at me. "You heard me. I said no."

"Alright then. Well, have a good night, Mr. Snape." With that said I get up from the silver bedspread, walking past Snape to the entrance of his room. "Bid farewell to your wand," I say as I give the ebony wood one more twirl before exiting the dim room.

Tbc...