A Ficlet, no pairing, no warnings necessary.

 

 

 

They looked at eachother in stunned silence, no one wanted to move. Professor Snape was a cold hearted Bastard, that much was a well known and widely accepted fact. But no one could rightfully remember him ever saying any thing that heartlessly cruel.

 

Even the Slytherin’s couldn’t find it in themselves to react to what had just come tumbling out of their head of houses’ mouth. Draco Malfoy looked between the two as they stared at eachother, no expression on his own face other than shock.

 

Ronald Weasley shook his head in disgust, torn between getting his best friend away from the monster in front of him, and kicking said monster into next week for saying what he had. Hermione Granger was shell shocked and looked as if her entire world had just been shattered around her feet.

 

Harry Potter stood frozen between the two, face void of any emotions whatsoever. He looked at his professor with wide blank eyes. Taking a step back he walked around the table and proceeded toward the door to the classroom.

 

“Potter, I...” Harry froze at the words and turned to look at the man he had begun to honestly respect over the past year and a half. Taking a few steps towards the man, he reached back and delivered a solid slap to the side of the mans face. The older man looked at him in fury, blood dripping from his cut lip.

 

“You are the cruelest, most evil, bastard I have ever met, and I hope you burn in hell for all eternity where scum like you belong, Professor.” he whispered, before turning and walking quickly from the classroom. Professor Snape, reached up to his stinging face and pulled his hand back to see blood, marring the pale finger tips.