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24 August 2007 @ 01:57 pm
Fic: Mischief Managed  
Title: Mischief Managed
Pairing: Sirius/Snape (Marauder’s Era)
Rating: PG-13 (Overall R)
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine.
Word count: Around 2600
Summary: Sirius takes sides.
A/N: Third part in my WIP Snack series. Previous parts are Midnight Company and Best Laid Plans. Feedback is much appreciated :)

Mischief Managed

Severus hurried away from the Potions classroom. As the distance grew and he was sure Black couldn't hear his footsteps, he broke into a run. He descended a flight of stairs and hid himself in a dark nook that had once held a suit of armor. Severus leaned against the wall and felt his knees fail him. He had managed to keep his voice even and face empty of emotion when he'd told Black to keep his mouth shut, but the inner turmoil was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was as if someone had swept the bottom from his life and he was slipping away from everything he knew.

What happened with Black was... Severus didn't know what it was. How could he possibly have words for it. He felt his breathing quicken at the mere thought of the scene in the Potions classroom. Why in Merlin's name had he gone through with it? He had allowed the Gryffindor to get so dangerously close and invade his personal space. And when Black had lain his filthy hands on his body, Severus had allowed himself to enjoy every single one of his touches. No - he hadn't. He could never enjoy anything that had even a remote connection to Sirius Black. He hated the obnoxious, arrogant git. Severus repeated this in his head several times in an assuring voice. He let the familiar hatred wash over him like a cleansing spell, allowing it to suppress the confusion and self-loathing that threatened to overwhelm him. Every single unwanted emotion was forced somewhere in the darkest corner of his mind where he'd never set them free.


Sirius awoke with a start. His heart was pounding away in his chest and his hips were still thrusting into the warm wetness that was seeping into his sheets. He gasped when he felt something soft fly at him from Peter's bed.

“Quit your moaning!” Peter grumbled in a sleepy but highly irritated voice. “I'm sleeping here.”

Taking in his surroundings, Sirius licked his lips and forced his hips to stop their movement. The dorm was dark and he could vaguely see the sleeping forms of his friends. There was a warm, red glow in the heater which stood in the middle of the room and Sirius guessed the fire had died only moments ago. It was probably a little past midnight. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his sweaty face into his damp pillow. It had been two days since Sirius had given Snape his notes back. His dreams were already changing. It was no longer just Padfoot's memories but a jumbled mix of shots of black hair and pale skin, of a lithe body stretched out on a wooden table, of the uninhibited expression he'd seen on Snape's face.

Sirius had to lift his face from the pillow to allow his lungs a dose of fresh air. He lay on his stomach and stared into the darkness, letting his right hand dangle over the edge of the mattress. The lumpy form in Peter's bed was snoring again and as the sound got louder, Sirius fought the urge to get up and stuff the pillow Peter had thrown at him down his throat. Sirius turned to lie on his side and curled into a ball, trying to ignore the chainsaw Peter apparently kept in his mouth.

He groaned into his mattress as his dream replayed behind his closed eyelids. Heavy breathing, the chill air and dank smell of the dungeons, the hard edge of the table. And Severus Snape, sprawled beneath him and submitting to his touch. Sirius felt a shiver pass down his spine. He could pretend he didn't know what it all meant. He could try to suppress every single one of those thoughts and feelings into the back of his mind. And a wiser person would do just that. Because Sirius knew Snape detested him. Not in a million years would the Slytherin respond to his feelings. He didn't even allow Sirius within five feet of him without clutching his wand. The mere knowledge of this was utterly frustrating. Snape had always hated him and the feeling had been mutual – that's the way it was supposed to be. But something had changed and Sirius couldn't ignore it even if he tried.


Saturday morning had turned grey and gloomy by the time they sat down for breakfast in the Great Hall. James began to fill his plate with everything laid in front of him, claiming he'd dreamed about food all night. Sirius sat down next to him and let his eyes search the Slytherin table across the hall. His heart skipped a beat when he laid them on Snape. He wore the familiar sulky expression, though most of his features were hidden beneath a curtain of stringy hair that hung about his face. Sirius watched him glance around like a wary animal before taking a seat at the end of the table. Snape sat alone and turned his attention to a book, biting into a buttered toast.

Sirius was forced to avert his gaze when he realized James was filling his plate for him. His friend had piled it with scrambled eggs, bacon, beans and big, greasy sausages. Sirius stared at his plate, his nose wrinkling in disgust. “Thanks, mate.”

As more people were showing up for breakfast, James began to rant about something quite passionately but Sirius wasn't really listening. He thought he heard him say Evans's name a few times, or maybe he just assumed it. She was all that could fit into James' thick head these days.

Remus was trying to explain something to Peter, with utmost patience, but Sirius noted vaguely that the smaller boy wasn't getting it. He poked at the greasy sausages on his plate, his eyes on the Slytherin table. Snape was apparently done with his breakfast. He pushed the plate away and glanced around again, as if to make sure the coast was clear. Sirius noted his eyes never crossed the hall to the Gryffindor table. And as Sirius watched him head for the door, he registered James had ceased his ranting and was getting up as well. He turned to look at him and realized Evans had glided past them with a bunch of her girlfriends. The smell of their perfume was still fresh in the air. Sirius inhaled deeply as it sneaked up his nostrils.

“I think we're finished here,” James said, getting up from the long table, his eyes fixed on Evans's round bottom as she kept walking away. “Don't you agree, mate?” he asked Sirius, but didn't wait for an answer as he went after Evans.

Sirius hadn't touched his food and realized he was actually really hungry, but he noticed Snape had disappeared from the room while he was looking away. There was no good reason to stay. He grabbed two of the greasy sausages from his plate and followed James. “Come on, Moony." He glanced over his shoulder and beckoned his friends to follow. “You too, Wormy.”

"What? I'm still eating here," Peter complained, stuffing his pockets with dry toast. "Where are we going?"

"Search me," said Remus, trailing after Sirius.


Evans and her friends had led them to the courtyard and now that they had finally caught up with them, James was apparently having second thoughts. He began to walk in a small circle, ruffling his hair and glancing at Evans from under his brows. All three of his friends groaned in unison and gave him a small push in the redhead's direction. James stumbled forward and the girl turned her green eyes on him. James gave her a sheepish grin and sank his long fingers in his messy hair. Evans stared at him with a bored expression while her friends all batted their lashes at James. Sirius felt his lips curve up and rolled his eyes as his friend made yet another attempt to get Evans to go out with him.

Peter was eager to eavesdrop every word that left Evans's mouth but Sirius noticed Remus had begun to walk away. He followed his friend and threw an arm around his back. “Remus, old chap, I bet you two Galleons she'll say no,” Sirius laughed as they walked in a slow pace.

“Of course she'll say no,” Remus pointed out and they both began to count, waiting for the tell-tale sign of Evans's refusal. And when James stormed past them, ruffling his hair, they both laughed.

“What in Merlin's name is it going to take to get her to go out with me?” James fumed and paced in front of them.

“Polyjuice Potion?” Remus asked and cringed a little as the smile he'd given James made the fresh wounds on his face sting. The dark haired boy ignored his comment and glanced around the courtyard, looking for an outlet for his frustration. And when he laid his eyes on Severus Snape, he knew he'd found one.

Sirius saw his friend sneer at something and followed his gaze. He froze when his eyes landed on Snape's hunched, unsuspecting form, sitting on a stone bench, his nose buried in a book. He watched in horror as James began to approach the Slytherin. Sirius detached himself from Remus and hurried after James, knowing Remus wouldn't follow. Sirius glanced to his left and saw Peter take running steps to join James.

“Oi! Snivellus,” James called, marching towards Snape. “Just the kind of slimy git I was looking for.”

The sallow-faced boy glanced up from his book and his long hair fell back to reveal his face. For a fleeting moment he looked confused and surprised, but the scowl he gave James was like a reflex. His white hand dove into his robes for his wand, but James was quicker.


Sirius saw the Slytherin's wand fly in the air as he joined his friends. When Snape laid his angry black eyes on him, the scowl on his face faded and Sirius thought he looked abashed and very uncomfortable. Snape averted his eyes from him and tried to lower his face, but James forced him to look up, pointing his wand at him. And Peter was there to encourage him with enthusiastic snorts of laughter.

Snape was chewing his lower lip and glaring at James, his gaze traveling to both Sirius and Peter. And Sirius recognized a hint of something in the glint of his dark eyes. He'd seen that same something in the Potions classroom when he had lowered the Slytherin on the table. Sirius realized Snape was scared of them. He felt his stomach tighten and it was as if an invisible hand was wrapping itself about his neck.

“Come on, Padfoot,“ James began, casting Snape a hungry look. “What should we do with the Slytherin scum? You reckon that spell from his own parchment would do? You know, the one you stole.”

Peter was eager to see James hex Snape. “Yeah, do that one, Prongs, do that one!” he shrieked from James' right hand side. “It'll be wicked.”

James' words had driven away any remaining color from Snape's face. Sirius felt the invisible hold around his throat tighten as he mumbled something vague to James. He wanted to say 'no', but the words were stuck somewhere in his throat. He saw Snape give him an expectant look, mingled with fury and something else. There were dull patches of red spreading on his ashen face. And for a moment Sirius thought that the look in his intense eyes was almost... pleading. He could hear Snape's earlier words echoing in his mind.

'I don’t see you ever stopping Potter from pointing his wand at me. Instead, you go along with his idiotic plans to make my life more miserable than it already is. And you know what? I think you might actually be worse than him.'

Sirius looked over his shoulder, hoping he'd see Remus walking towards them to stop the mischief like he sometimes did, but their friend had disappeared from sight. Sirius cursed inwardly and turned his attention back to Snape. The Slytherin had apparently noticed his hesitation and discomfort with James' intentions, because he gave Sirius a confused but hopeful look.

Peter was chanting 'Do it, do it, do it', with a hungry look in his watery eyes. James began to flick his wand and the words finally left Sirius's mouth, as if someone had reeled them out.

“Don't... Prongs, don't,” he croaked in a broken voice, but managed to deliver the sentence. James didn't seem to register his words and Sirius was forced to grab his arm and repeat himself.

The spell never left James's wand and Sirius could feel three pairs of eyes fixate on him. He shrunk under the intense gazes. Snape looked confused and taken aback, but mostly relieved. The look on Peter's face was angry because Sirius had robbed him of a good show. The eyes he was most afraid of were James', but fortunately his friend just looked a bit taken aback. Apparently the thought of Sirius Black defending Severus Snape was so utterly ridiculous that it didn't even enter his mind.

As all eyes were turned away from him, Snape took the opportunity to escape. He retrieved his wand and stumbled backwards, breaking into a run. “Gryffindor scum,” he hissed, glancing over his shoulder. James and Peter both turned their eyes away from Sirius and groaned in unison when they saw the Slytherin was fleeing.

“Aww, there he goes,” James groaned. “Way to go, Pads...” He gave his friend an accusing look.

“Yeah, way to go!” Peter echoed, thrilled that James thought Sirius had made a mistake.

Sirius hung his head as his brain worked to produce an excuse. “Well... Why do we always pick on him, anyway?” He dug his nails into his sweaty palms and treaded the gravel on the ground with the heel of his shoe. “I mean, Remus doesn't like it and-”

“What?!” James exclaimed, unable to believe his ears. “Did you wake up with a concussion?”

Sirius shook his head, his shoulder-length hair flying about his face. And just when he was going to tell James that the spell had looked dangerous and there had been a good chance he'd get it wrong, Evans came to his rescue. She seemed to materialize out of thin air and marched right between them, forcing Sirius to take several steps back.

“And you still wonder why I won't go out with you, Potter,” she hissed, poking her slender forefinger into James's chest. “You're despicable.” James was taken aback by her sudden appearance and turned beet red. He ruffled his hair and like Sirius before, began to tread the gravel with his shoe.

Sirius watched as the girl began to reprimand James, waving her finger at him. Peter looked terrified by her wrath and James, too, was listening with wide eyes. Sirius took this opportunity to back away slowly and vanish. But before he could get away, he noticed Snape had left his book on the stone bench he'd been sitting on. Making sure neither James nor Peter paid any attention to him, he retrieved the book and slipped away. Sirius walked into the Entrance Hall, clutching Snape's book to his chest. He smiled to himself as his brain was already thinking of different ways he could return it to the Slytherin.


itylienitylien on August 24th, 2007 12:50 pm (UTC)
1. Beginning is so true... Uncertainty? What uncertainty?! I hate that git and that's true and no one, not even you, you stupid subconscious will convince me it's something, anything different. Now shut up and sod off.

So Snapeish...

2. You know what? I admire you. Admire the way you could imaging, and even write Sirius so... mindlessly, praidlessly, helplessly and cruelessly in love. It's like... opening the dirty door and seeing the clean room.
Or something...

3. An image of Lili, as a Red Haired Goddes of Rage, is oddly comforting... I wonder why?

I liked this part... but try to write something longer next time? About "Best Lide Plans" long? With all do respect of course.
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on August 24th, 2007 12:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you kindly for the feedback :) This part was a bit shorter because I was busy at work all week and only had time to write this at night when I was already exhausted. This was kinda like the "necessary aftermath chapter" that had to be written before we can get to the good stuff :) I promise next chapter will be longer and I think the rating will go up as well.
nuuknuuk on August 24th, 2007 01:21 pm (UTC)
I love your language usage.

(not that I love the ending of this part, too)
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on August 24th, 2007 01:23 pm (UTC)
Kiitän ja kumarran :)
nwhiker: peo-vangoghnwhiker on August 24th, 2007 10:21 pm (UTC)
Major sigh of happiness from me....

I am so enjoying this story....

Damn, I loathe James. I have yet to read a fic in which I like him, no matter the pairing!

Poor Sirius. Poor Severus. I love the ambivalence. And that Sirius now has Snape's book.... which means MORE at some point.
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on August 25th, 2007 09:00 am (UTC)
Thank you, thank you :) I sort of have the same problem with James. I don't hate him but he's definitely not one of my favorite characters. But I try to keep my personal opinions from showing too much in my writing. But I still made him the really mean one in this fic, together with Peter. Though I know the real Sirius would've been just as mean. But then again, the real Sirius wasn't crushing on Severus Snape :)
dramapunk: Rings ondramapunk on August 25th, 2007 02:00 am (UTC)
*thumbs up* Snape is very in character, I love the boys in their school days. keep up the good work.
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 25th, 2007 09:02 am (UTC)
Thank you very much :) I love fics that take place in their school days, and I think it's a shame there aren't that many of them. I mean, most fics tend to take place during their adult years. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just prefer the Marauder's Era.
nehalenianehalenia on August 25th, 2007 06:51 am (UTC)
Oh, this is great! I love the way you're writing all the boys, but your Sirius is top-flight. Very believable. I felt a little thrill when he saw the book and hope sprang up in his breast. ;-) Even tho there was no smut, I really enjoyed this part. I thought the characterization was excellent.
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 25th, 2007 09:08 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you kindly :) I'm so happy you like my Sirius, because there's constantly a fear in the back of my mind when I'm writing him that I'll make him OOC. I love fics with the angry sex but I'm trying to take the other path with this one and make it, well, a bit more romantic, if that's the right word. So, my Sirius is maybe a bit kinder and less cruel, and less confident that what people are used to.
rabid_fangrrlrabid_fangrrl on August 27th, 2007 03:16 pm (UTC)
Woo Hooo!

I just read all three bits in one go. I liked this section wuite a bit even if it was shorter because Black seems to grow a pair. =P
I really like how you are taking to build up and develop the relationship between them. I also am quite impressed with the smuttage in part ii especially since I myself have been quite unable to make a venture into that realm.

well done!
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 27th, 2007 03:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) Part four is on the way. I'll probably finish it tonight and proof-read it at work over the week, when ever I have the chance. Heh, I wrote a few paragraphs of smut at work today. Felt SO weird to write stuff like that while my co-workers are sitting behind my back :D
rabid_fangrrlrabid_fangrrl on August 27th, 2007 06:20 pm (UTC)
Felt SO weird to write stuff like that while my co-workers are sitting behind my back :D

homg! I don't think I could do it! I'd probably explode!
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Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 8th, 2007 03:05 am (UTC)