Poison

Title: Poison
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Severus Snape/Bill Weasley
Type: Pre-Slash
Rating: R – Intent
Spoilers: All 7 books
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books/movies.
I also do not own the song 'Poison' by Alice Cooper.
I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Feedback: Yes please!
Achieve: Just ask me, I would be honored of course! I just would love to know where my babies are taken.
Beta: Julie
Author's note: It is a bit AU because the Twins are fine and there is no Fleur! Sorry for all of you Fleur fans, I really do not like her.

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Poison by Alice Cooper
Songwriters: McCurry, John; Cooper, Alice; Child, Desmond

Your cruel device,
Your blood like ice.
One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin' through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat

I hear you callin' and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin' through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

One look (one look), could kill (could kill),
My pain, your thrill.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin' through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I wanna too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

Yeah
Well I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

Runnin' deep inside my veins
Burnin' deep inside my veins
Poison

You're poison runnin' through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
It's poison
I don't wanna break these chains


He would be the death of me. There was no way I would be able to survive much longer, it was my second chance as it was. A second chance I gave myself. But HE would be the death of me. Those lips were poisoning my mind, my body without me even having to touch them.

I am a Potion Master, so I should recognize poison at first glance but I didn't. I could blame being 'dead' for a few months or the fact that his mother is mollycoddling (and I am sure it is named after her) me to my second death. Still, I will put my money on him.

Why did they have to be visiting my grave just when my potion had finally made its way out of my system? It should have been just a few days. I had prepared it down to the casket. The good thing about not being loved is that they buried me in the casket I owned and had prepared for my plan.

It worked, I 'died', was put to rest the way I wanted but then things went not quite as planned. I woke up months after my 'demise' instead of days. To make things worse, Molly had made most of her family come with her to pay respect to me just on that day. The first thing I saw after months of darkness was a sea of red haired people. Oh joy!

“How?” Was one of the things I heard, of course also “Bloody Hell” and “Ghost”. I would have been able to enjoy the confusion if I hadn't been pulled into an unwanted hug. Molly Weasley was one of the few people I never was able to intimidate. Double Joy!

I tried to free myself from her hug, but she really is stronger then she looks, must be keeping the Red Hordes from destroying everything in sight the made her that strong. “Unhand me!” I tried in my best 'Head of Slytherin' -voice but after not using it for a while I didn't even seem to be able to instill fear into the hearts of flubberworms.

“Now, tell us how did you survive being killed?” Molly finally released me. She voiced what all of them wanted to hear. I could see it in their faces. It was Miss Granger – of course – who answered that question for me. She quoted my first lesson speech word for word ending with “and put a stopper in death.”

I felt the urge to take ten points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn. “Miss Granger is correct.” My voice still sounded rusty.

“Good... good.” Molly started to move away. “Follow me, we are going home.” I didn't move of course. I am not a Weasley and I am pretty sure nobody would ever think I was. She stopped looking back to me. “Do you need some help walking, Severus?” She actually sounded worried, silly woman.

“I'll help the Professor.” The long-haired son moved to my side with a smirk the size of Voldemort's ego on his face. Bill, I knew, was the oldest of the Weasleys.

“I can walk without help.” I gave the boy one of my best glares but he was not impressed. What was wrong with him? He should not grin at me like a bloody fool. He should back away, but he did not. He walked with, me ready to catch me was the reason he gave. I just ignored him.

Molly and Arthur were not going to let me go anywhere but home with them, to gain strength. They also told me that I was not to go home to Spinners End because my home was not habitable. I almost managed to scare Bill when I exploded after his parents told me about the state of my house. It seemed that first Death Eaters went through it and after the war also the Aurors. “Possibly some Order members in between.” Arthur had stated.

That is how I ended up in Hell. Hell with a touch of Tartarus. Until my house was fixed, my vault opened and being proven alive I was stuck with the Weasleys. Who else would take a snarky old Potions Master into their home?

When they suggested I would take Charlie's bed while he was in Romania I didn't know that that was a bad thing, but it was. Charlie shared a room with Bill. Who would, of course, sleep in his own bed. I told you – Hell!

I decided that the best thing for me was to just ignore the redhead, ignore the fact that he slept in boxer shorts only. I would also have to ignore what that was doing to my sanity, not to mention my libido. It didn't help matters that he mentioned with a big smirk that he just wore those boxers for me, that normally he slept naked.

Your cruel device,
Your blood like ice.
One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill.

Poison! His words poisoned me, a poison that was slowly going to kill me. I had the hardest time to keep the thought of Bill sleeping naked out of my mind but I made sure to ignore the thought and the one who put that thought there in the first place.

I think I was doing pretty good at first, my ignoring might not have deterred the boy but it kept me more or less sane, also I was sure that Bill would tire of this game soon. How wrong I was! At first I thought it was normal for Bill to leave the door to the bathroom open. The place was so tiny that I could imagine it being claustrophobic for him. I am used to living in dungeons, I could understand feeling claustrophobic. That bathroom was definitely claustrophobic.

I got to see a lot more of Bill then I thought I wanted, but if I didn't want to see him naked and wet why couldn't I look away? It must have been a side effect from the potion I used to make people think I was dead. I will have to look into that as soon as I get back to my own home and library. I really couldn't want to see him like that. I was his professor, sure he was only about 10 years younger then me, I was only 21 when I started teaching, still that doesn't change the fact that I was his professor.

One morning, when I was trying really hard to ignore the annoying redhead, he turned, giving me a full frontal view of himself. I looked away immediately but the damage was done. I would never be able to look at him again, knowing what he was hiding beneath those horrible muggle rock-type clothing. That chest, that cock, even the scars, all were in my mind now woven together like a web, no not a web... lace.

“WILLIAM!” I heard his mother but I knew how she was probably looking at him with her hands on her hips. “WHY are you using the bathroom without closing the door?” That is when it dawned on me that he had been doing this on purpose, another attempt to kill me, poison me. I didn't even hear his answer, ignoring him completely again. Ignoring would be all I could do, it would be all that could save me.

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat

My mind was not as easily silenced as I thought it would be. The damage was done, but I knew how to keep my icy mask in place; only a good observer would see that at times my eyes showed what I really wanted. I would not do what I wanted of course, the want and need were what I needed to fight, ignore. Ignore them, like I will keep ignoring him.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

He will be the death of me!