Closer To the Edge
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco, Severus
Word: Stars, Animal
Ratings: T
This is a one shot challenge piece. complete!
Warnings: No spoilers. Contains slash, and mild swearing, please read at your own pleasure
The air was cool and thin as the wind blew a soft breeze across his face where he stood at the highest point in the castle just leaning slightly on the cool marbled stone watching the summer night's sky turn into that beautiful golden reds and yellows, and if you blink, you'll miss it turn into that inky black sky. Slowly the stars shine and his eyes follows them to a speck far off in the distance knowing it was the pale blonde boy as he saunters back into the castle before curfew.
The blonde shivers a bit, from the cool of the breeze while he's still on the school grounds pulling his green cloak around him tighter around his middle but stumbles back on a twig as he felt the hands of Snape on his neck not touching so much but a whisper of skin to skin contact.
"They're blaming you for that Gryffindor girl's attack and near death." He snarls with a slight hiss to his voice.
His icy cold fingers traces Draco's jaw line, eyes fixated on his throat as the boy swallows hard.
He's forced to take one step back only because the professor continues to step forward until he felt a solid form behind him as he is flat against the wall of the castle.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" continues the slick voice as his eyes flickers to the young boy's eyes down to his mouth.
"They cannot trace it back to me as I have it under control." The boy chokes out through his dry lips, than licks them standing stock still.
"That's twice now Draco –"His voice lowers an octave, hearing him say the boy's name made him shiver.
He continues to speak, "-you're sloppiness could cost you're trust with the Dark Lord."
"Yes, Profess—"Snape's presses him now harder against the wall, lips barely touching.
"You're just like him." He spoke these words softly, deliberately allowing the boy's animal instincts to take over. "You're no different from that Potter boy."
Their eyes locked Draco's hands freed himself from his confines and pulls The Potion's Master's by the back of his neck feeling their teeth gnash, and tongues collide. It was the hottest fucking five minutes Draco ever felt on this cool crisp night.
He closes his eyes; only to feel closer to the edge of glory.