Across the Quidditch Pitch

Momo: Thanks for reviewing. I have also found that the males getting punished can be hot or exciting. At first, I didn’t think so either. But it does work, as I have found in reading others stories. I will also keep in mind changing the rainy April. This story is not over though, I still have half of it to go.


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Chapter Seven: An Uncomfortable Meeting


A little while later, Mulciber and Snape tried to play a game of chess in the common room. Neither could concentrate very much, even though they were sitting on the couches instead of their usual place. They were having difficulty getting past Dumbledore’s chastisement, considering that they must go and meet someone.

It was with trepidation that they walked together through the dungeon corridors. Mulciber’s tread was much slower than usual, yet he somehow managed to keep up an almost proud stance. Snape was a different story. He was skulking along now, almost like a wounded animal. Yet it wasn’t the cane’s bite that made him like a dog with his tail between its legs. His heart was smarting from shame, and an icy regret for today’s events.

Testily, Horace swirled the contents of a glass filled with murky brown liquor. His face was blotchy, and his corpulent frame, wearing a green plaid waistcoat sagged over the desk. He was sitting straight-backed and upright, not as leisurely as he usually would.

All he said upon the students entering was a gruff, “Inside, boys.”

Snape thought he’d better sit down and went for the velvet pouf chairs. Slughorn, had yet to elaborate and Snape glared up at Mulciber to sit down with him.

“This is the first time, the only time this will ever happen,” Slughorn began.

Mulciber and Snape slumped their shoulders and cowered in the seats. Slughorn took a measured sip of his beverage, and declined to offer either a boy a drink. Normally, he would have under a better circumstance.

“Before I finish with you boys tonight, I want a certainty that such egregious behaviour will never occur in my house again!”

The Potions Master, the friendly, exuberant Potions Master was actually yelling, almost babbling incoherently. It was like a whoosh of icy cold water being poured down their heads.

Snape and Mulciber both whispered their assent. It would never happen again. Or at least they must never be caught, which was more in line with what Mulciber was thinking. But Snape knew he would never try this again. Or anything like it.

“I see that the two of you are already suffering for it…. I am pleased,” the teacher continued, in a smooth tone. His usually jovially features were glacial.

Both boys squirmed on the velvet poufs, although the pain in their behinds did not exacberate nearly as much as it would have on a wooden seat. Slughorn’s demeanor made them so uncomfortable they couldn’t stop fussing with themselves.

Slughorn felt a sense of relief that the boys looked so uncomfortable, clearly they were growing ashamed. Probably not as ashamed as Slughorn, the teacher thought.

For fifteen highly unpleasant minutes, Professor Slughorn yelled at, berated and lectured Snape and Mulciber. And all they were permitted to say in return was “Yes, sir” or “No, sir” mumbling so low, it was almost nonsensical.

“…And you have embarrassed me as a Head of House. But no, it is worse. Insulted me!" And Slughorn actually slammed a pudgy fist down onto his desk. "One-hundreds points from Slytherin!”

Mulciber looked up, his face pale. He was shaken as he quavered disbelievingly, “Sir?”

“Each!” Slughorn finished, still effused with rage.

“The reputation of Slytherin suffers for your idiocy. You have degraded the noble house’s reputation…Taking points is the least of the matter.”

“Yes, professor,” whispered Snape guiltily.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Slughorn concluded his severe censure, actually sounding a bit calmer. “Hopefully this will be the only time Dumbledore ever uses the cane on you boys again.

“Now off you go. Straight to your dormitories.”

Snape stared at Slughorn for a moment, consumed with a deference for his Head of House. But Slughorn could hardly stand the sight of them a minute longer. Snape was finally growing to realize how very much he deserved the punishments.

And then Snape practically stumbled out of the room after his friend who was quite ahead of him. And so, young Snape walked alone, slowly. And suddenly he remembered something. Before going back to the dormitory he had to do something. It was worth it. It was worth anything. He would do anything for her.


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