Weaslette
Summary: If you don’t know who I am by now, I should hex you into oblivion. Better yet, I’ll pull a You Don’t Know Who and Avada Kedavra you. I am Severus Snape, git extraordinare- hated by all and loved by no one.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to that bloody Muggle author and the Bumblebee Books. Oh, is it Jo Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing? Well. They’re Muggles. It doesn’t really matter, now, does it?
Author Note: I truly think JK is a brilliant author, but this is from Snivelly’s POV. So far, this is one chapter but there may be a few cookies tossed your way. This is a PG13 D/G ficlet with 342 words from asparagus. R/R.
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Ginny Weasley was in my seventh year only Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests Potions class.
Really, I blame Dumbledore for all of this. He said that since she got all O’s on all of her assignments, and Ordinary Wizarding Levels, I should let her in.
Barmy old codger.
Even the Mudblood didn’t get in! I thought I was home free, and that there would be no more Gryffindorks, Mudbloods, or non-Slytherins after Granger got rejected!
But noooo.
Dumbledore just HAD to have that bloody Weasel in my class.
And Ginny Weasel was a sixth year.
Draco Malfoy was picking on the Weaslette. A Ravenclaw told HIM about it. HE let the Ravenclaw use HIS Pensieve. He made me give Malfoy detention.
I gave the Weasel one too.
Why?
Because I’m worth it.
So, I stupidly gave her one. I never needed a reason before, nor do I now to give Scarhead or a Weasel detention. Or anyone for that matter.
If you don’t know who I am by now, I should hex you into oblivion. Better yet, I’ll pull a You Don’t Know Who and Avada Kedavra you. I am Severus Snape, git extraordinare- hated by all and loved by no one.
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They were in detention together. They were bickering about who got to slice roots and who got to mash scarab beetle to make a Love Potion. Draco gave in to a Weasel. I nearly jinxed him.
I told Draco to shut her up. So he kissed her. And the thing is, she kissed him back. Next thing I knew, they were back in his Head Boy room, seriously kissing almost in the nuddy-pants! I was going in there to yell at Draco, and…
I almost had to modify my memory. Luckily, I remembered Lockhart. Sorry excuse for a Professor, that one.
Now, seven years later, they’re happily married with a three year old daughter name Sarah Minerva Malfoy. And I’m bloody ‘Uncwel Sewewuf.’ It thinks I’m cuddly. It’s revolting. It’s named after McGonagall and myself, in a way. It’s got reddish blonde hair and brown eyes.
It’s got Gryffindork written all over it.
It’s cute though.
Shut up.
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