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[demisms]

The Would You Hit That? Meme

You suddenly have the urge to tell that person what you would or wouldn't do to them.

①Post your character.
②Post to other characters.
③Have fun, anything goes.
④Profit.

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NEVER A PROBLEM

[substandard]

[Draco does as he's told, slowly settling into the seat in front of Snape's desk. when Snape turns, Draco's hands knot nervously over eachother, in slow, anxious turns, but he otherwise seems back on his feet.

at the mention of a sufficient dinner, Draco looks at his lap. he ate, of course, but not much. he's never had a large appetite, but he would always eat well. lately, however, it's difficult to feign an appetite, even for his health.

and so his eyes find Snape again, his expression steady and even, if not somewhat somber. but, it could be from the recent thinness of his face and the darkness of the room.]

More sufficient than usual, at least.

good good

[albuquerque]

[Severus takes a moment to quietly observe Draco: the way he's subtly but anxiously wringing his hands together; the way he sits in the chair almost as though awaiting an unpleasant verdict; how pale and withdrawn he is. He looks like a timid little boy rather than a young man on the brink of full adulthood. He looks like a terrified prisoner rather than a proud Death Eater.

It won't do. If he's to teach Draco how to face his fears, he's going to have to be ruthless. Severus starts forward and he briskly grabs Draco's arm, pulling him roughly to his feet. He wants to see anger, not fear. Emotions are things he wants to teach Draco to gain control of but until then - he needs Draco to engage, to focus, to channel himself in a way that will ultimately help him.]

Is this how you compose yourself in front of the Dark Lord? Like a scared little child? [He lets Draco's arm go with a brusque shove. Peers sharply into his eyes.] If I was the Dark Lord, I'd be disgusted by what I'm looking at right now: a coward.

[substandard]

[worst of all is that Draco has been effective as a Death Eater until recently; it's only recently all been shaking apart, the pressure tearing him apart. it's frustrating to get this sort of criticism when he's been doing a pretty good job as a servant, he thinks.

he hisses through his teeth in a surprised, suppressed gasp when Snape yanks him upward, and he keeps his teeth bared as he's roughly shoved free. he then neatly straightens his sleeve with slow strokes, his heavy brow furrowed pensively.]

Stop handling me!

[Draco rakes Snape's dark silhouette with his pale eyes, scowling tightly for a moment as he looks Snape back into his eyes. he shakes out his shoulder. he doesn't trust Snape as much as he used to, but he's also desperate.

he doesn't know how to refute his being a coward.]

Don't waste my time... I haven't much of it.

[albuquerque]

Neither have I. [Severus speaks these words with cold, punctuated coldness.] And I suggest you don't waste my time or the Dark Lord's time. Especially the Dark Lord's time.

[He realises his office is not going to be a safe enough place to do this. They both need to be as far away from prying ears and eyes as possible. Anybody could come knocking on his door, student or teacher. Anybody could simply stand right outside that door and eavesdrop.

Reaching for Draco's wrist, he snatches it and drags Draco with him to the door. He flings it open, checks momentarily that the coast is clear, and hauls the boy after him down the corridor, his other hand reaching into his robe for his wand to charm the door shut over his shoulder. It slams with a resounding thud.

He leads Draco down a staircase that spirals into the bowels of the castle. It's a long and tense walk, his grip tight and fierce as he wrestles Draco down the stairs after him, and eventually they come to a room at the end of another smaller and darker corridor that is far away from where anyone would think to look for them. He charms the door open - it flies open at his silent command - and he forces Draco to go in first, stepping into the room behind him.

Door shut and locked, Severus whips back around to look at the boy. And suddenly, Severus is calm again.]

It's safer here. [That's the only explanation he's going to offer. He draws in a deep breath, straightens his shoulders and begins walking a slow circle around the boy.]

So, now that we're safe... Tell me, Draco: what does the Dark Lord mean to you? And don't lie, or I'll know.

[substandard]

[as Draco is hauled along, his mind seers and races. he wonders if Snape's trying to pull a fast one with him, trying to get clever—pull him aside and snuff him out, securing the spot that Draco took in place of his father under Voldemort. he numbly follows, easily able to keep his pace with Snape, and braces himself for the worst.

he does, however, stagger in, and his posture is tense and defensive. his heart is racing, and he turns immediately to face Snape. his hair barely moves with the sudden closing of the door, somewhat heavier with the sweat of his brow.

he watches as Snape passes him and grits his teeth in impatience. he feels foolish and ashamed that Snape caught him in his weakness; that he was plucked away from his own business and taken apart until the tender underneath was exposed. he did feel weak. he did disgusting. but more over, he felt that Snape was aiming to find a way to prove that he wasn't worthy of the tasks appointed him by Voldemort. he can't be sure.

he doesn't want to think that, of course. but he can't be too careful. he can't be so trusting, even if Snape is his favorite teacher. even if he's like family away from home.]

A better world, unpolluted by muggles and those associated. A world wherein we can truly evolve, to the betterment of our race.

[and the Dark Lord was respectable, but terrifying—the lines between these qualities are blurry. Draco had always known he was terrifying, but that was more objectively; he never knew, or thought, that he would be the one under Voldemort's vindictive lense.

Draco's eyes find the cobblestone floor as he carries on, completely honest throughout even if increasingly uncertain.]

An icon of unimaginable and unsurpassable power...