BR: Sorry about the wait folks, but I needed some time off. Yami has been chewing me out for not writing this sooner. Not like she should have time to write. She’s back in school. And I start school late this week. College is for boring people who wish to be interesting. So why am I going? =^-^= Because I need a degree to do anything worthwhile in life! So on with Chapter 9!

Disclaimer: This chapter involves Yaoi. This means male/male relationship. If that turns your tummy, I wouldn’t suggest reading.

Severus slid into the empty seat near the door, watching the tiny Charm’s Professor looking over his notes. Several of the Slytherin students glared at him while the Gryffindors whispered and pointed at his hat. Barely visible through the thinner than normal fabric was a ball perched atop Severus’ head.

"Well then!" chirped the mini-professor. "Everyone please take out your notes so that we may continue to learn about the &note& charm." As everyone brought forth their note-taking equipment, Flitwick turned to the board and reached for the chalk.

Only it wasn’t there. Severus smirked as the vertically-challenged professor hopped off his stack of books and began searching for his chalk.

Pulling out his own book, paper, quill, and ink-pot, Severus began to write, in expansively curling letters, the beginnings of story.

Flitwick’s cursing brought him out of his near-trance state in time to see the midget professor begin a &finding& charm.

Dropping his quill into the ink-pot, Severus twisted his long fingers elaborately and muttered &hide chalk&.

Glancing at the clock that hung in the air above the door, he noted that Flitwick had spent nearly an hour searching before attempting the ridiculously easy &finding& charm. Severus grinned gleefully as the small man stomped out of the classroom.

"Wait a moment while I borrow some chalk, class," Flitwick said as he shut the door behind him.

All eyes turned towards Severus: who, after pausing for effect, reached into his sleeve and produced several sticks of now-green chalk.

The Slytherins applauded and the Gryffindors muttered to each other as Severus stood and bowed, setting the chalk down on his desk and picking up his supplies. "On such a wonderful prank, I shall leave you to learn about the &note& charm."

With that, he swept from the classroom with all the air of his older-self.

Swiftly pulling his wand out, he drew the circles in the air and then brought the slender bit of wood down sharply "abeo".

Tucking his wand into his now invisible sleeve, he watched as Flitwick stormed around a corner and then into the classroom. Without waiting to hear the results of his trick, he skipped off to find a quiet room where he could work some more on his story about a city guarded by dragons and the people who could understand and ride them.

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Moving to the room he’d seen the twins disappear into earlier that morning, Severus opened the door silently and slipped inside, closing the door once more behind him.

Turning around, he froze.

Fred and George were curled up on a tattered looking couch, their robes partially open and their hair no longer a brilliant green, but a such a bright shade of red that it could hurt the eyes.

Severus, able to tell the two apart for no other reason than that he’d been seeing them nearly every other night for detention for the past six years, could not believe his eyes. Fred’s fingers were gently splayed against his twin’s bare chest while George’s head rested against Fred’s shoulder, his lips pressed to his twins throat in a series of kisses.

He rubbed his eyes, looked, rubbed them again, looked, rubbed them yet again, and finally *looked.*

"Oi, George?" Fred murmured, his green eyes half shut. "What do you think we should do to Snape?"

George lifted his head, opening green eyes to smile at his brother. "We could turn him into a ferret. Like last years DADA teacher did to Malfoy."

Fred grinned. "I like that idea, but I doubt they’d appreciate it. ‘Sides, I ain’t good enough at transfigurations to turn someone into a ferret. And I bloody well know you aren’t either."

George pondered that for a moment, then glances towards the door. "Let’s think about it later, love. We’ve still got at least an hour before lunch and no one will miss us because Professor Nevyik cancelled class this morning..."

Fred, grinning like a loony, covered his twin’s lips with his own, silencing him.

Severus’s mind, however, would not shut up. ::I cannot believe this! Fred and George... but they’re TWINS! What are they thinking? What are they... doing?! That doesn’t look comfortable... I didn’t know that was possible!::

His dark eyes widened as he watched, unable to pull his gaze away from the two on the couch.

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About forty minutes later, Severus’ jaw was still hanging, and the boys on the couch were curled tightly around each other, dozing lightly.

Slowly, Severus closed him mouth, licked dry lips, and pulled his wand from his sleeve, an evil smile tugging his lips. He would get those two back for all the exploding potions he’d had to dive away from. They’d pay for each firework he’d fished out of other students’ cauldrons.

Swishing his wand elegantly through the air in a complicated design, he whispered &uninhibited&.

Putting the wand away, he stole from the room looking smug, the kitten on his head finally shifting and stretching with a soft ‘mew’.

"I agree, Blaize," he said cheerfully. "Let’s go to lunch so we can get good seats."

With that, he skipped off down the hallways, delaying to put in a request with the house-elves before going to the Great Hall.

This would be an interesting meal, to be sure.

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BR: Well, there you have it. Chapter 9. Just to let you know, the slashy-ness of this chapter was not intentional, it just sort of happened. I couldn’t help myself! I swear. But wouldn’t you agree that they make the cutest couple? *looks hopeful* And I always pegged Sevi as being a voyeur. Anyway, I just hope Yami doesn’t bite my head off.

--To be Continued.