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"Your mother and I were lovers," sneered Snape.
The boy - no, young man - in front of him stiffened in outrage. This was something that he didn't want to think about in any respect, but now that Snape had spoken it...
"We did plenty of things your father never thought of, too," and there was just enough leading of the fact that one wonders what the 'things' were. The younger man didn't want to think about it (such horrors!) but Snape apparently did.
Disgusting, what with the slight curve at the corner of his lips. Who would have thought Snape could smile? Everyone, even the Slytherins, thought if he tried there would be pieces of Snape-face crawling around the dungeon's floor muttering "50 points from Gryffindor!"
That wasn't a very appealing thought either - in fact, rather horrific. There wasn't time for more thoughts, since Snape had decided to go on.
"Your mother was quite inventive, surprisingly so. Upon much later reflection, I should have expected that at the time.”
The bastard looked like he was enjoying the reflection, too, damn him. But he couldn’t say anything. Snape had muted him with a deceptively quick spell. He looked like he was enjoying that, too.
“You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this,” Snape mused. The silky baritone of his seemed speculative in a way that didn’t seem to portend a happy future. “In fact, I’m wondering it, myself.”
Wondering, hell. He looked like he was enjoying it, for the second time.
“You dunderheaded teenagers think you know everything and forget that we older ones know things you don’t – and with luck, you won’t know,” Snape grumbled now.
The younger man didn’t want to know anything of the past thirty minutes, but it seemed that it wasn’t in the Divination cards for that to happen. He tried to speak, belatedly remembering that he’d been rendered mute. Snape noticed, and sighed. It was really something people had to look closely to see, as Snape wasn’t very performative with his sighs. The older wizard flicked his wrist and removed the spell, nonverbally.
“May I go now?”
The younger wizard didn’t seem very happy as he burst out with the question. It seemed a reasonable response, considering the subject matter. Snape motioned to the door, waving lazily.
He got out of there a little faster than propriety would have, and Draco shivered as he went.