Fog
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The room was too damp, too cold, and too stuffy for Professor Snape. The Potions teacher rubbed his fingers in circles on his head to calm down his headache caused by the ineptness of this sorry excuse for a potions class. Most of the cauldrons were green, indicating the class was nearly over. (Neville Longbottom's was fizzing and sending out orange sparks, but thankfully the Granger girl was risking her own pants to fix the potion.) Draco Malfoy was sitting and stirring his perfect shade of pine-green liquid, occasionally lifting his eyes to catch Severus' gaze. Professor Snape's hands longed to hold the boy, but the Potions instructor opted to indulge the beautiful boy in a subtle brush against the shoulder before moving on to fail Longbottom and scold Granger.
"And what is this Longbottom? Ms. Norris could have made a potion better than this. Five points from Gryffindor and an F for you."
A voice behind from Professor Snape rang loud and clear, "Professor Snape?" Draco Malfoy stood up to his full height although trembling a bit, with that glint in his eyes. Severus knew what was coming, "Malfoy, sit down."
"Professor, no. I have to say this. There is no way I can hold this inside myself anymore."
"Malfoy, did you not hear me? I said, sit –"
"I love you!" Draco walked up and looked into Professor Snape's eyes, "Don't tell me you don't feel the same way. I –" suddenly the boy's face was lashed to one side. It was not until a moment later that pain registered on Draco's cheek and he saw his teacher's fist raised. Again the teenager tried, this time with more vigor and ferocity. His face crunched as his words grew.
"Every moment I had spent with you has given me more pleasure and gratitude than the last. Can you just be sensible and comprehend this?"
"Can you be sensible and comprehend the term 'teacher/student,' Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco remained silent, well aware of the stares of his fellow students. Now his cheeks turned a slight pink, contrasting to his left cheek's red. He wanted to thrown himself upon Severus, but at the same time, just wanted to wallow up in a hole and cover himself with dirt.
"Malfoy – answer me." His words rung and echoed in the silent dungeon.
Draco lifted his chin and looked into his teacher's eyes once more. Black tunnels stared back, and steadying his breath, Draco whispered, "Yes, sir. I'm – I'm sorry." Trying to keep what was left of his dignity, he turned around to get back into his seat, feeling like a beaten animal unable to even have a chance of being near its owner. Abruptly, strong arms pulled Draco back and swung him around. Severus seized Draco's head and yanked him in for a hot kiss. Hugging his professor, Draco allowed himself to be lured in. Neither party noticed the bell ring or the stares of the class.
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