First FanFic! Please play nice!

Pairing: Draco/Severus Friendship later Slash

Summary: Severus Snape had warned Lucius Malfoy. He wanted nothing to do with Draco nor Draco him. But the hate they harbor for eachother turns into something as years pass that neither were expecting.

I don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters. All belong to J.K. Rowling. The only thing I own is the plot.

Enjoy!

Draco Malfoy was literally throwing the fit of a century. Lucius and Severus looked on with raised eyebrows and wine glasses as they let him stomp and scream. Contrary to belief Lucius hated to beat his child due to past scars left from his own father, so he just let the Malfoy heir calm down naturally.

"Feeling better son?" Draco sucked in a deep breath as if to say 'I can start all over again, just watch me.'

"Maybe this isn't the best idea Lucius." The Malfoy waved his hand as if to shoo the comment away, "Nonsense brother. Draco, stop this at once." The child huffed slightly and listened to his father's words as if they were laborious.

"It'll only be for a few weeks, son. Mrs. Boxer needs time to settle in with her new baby, get comfortable. You should be humbled that a professor of Mr. Snape's stature is willing to tutor you until your regular teacher returns." Draco wasn't impressed.

He didn't like his father's greasy haired friend, mainly because he didn't know him any. Sure, the little heir had seen the dark haired man stalking cynically around the grounds before and he knew that he was his godfather but that was it. They hadn't ever exchanged words and both Severus and Draco and made a silent resolution not to. "Lessons start Monday at your usual time. You're dismissed."

"I don't believe your boy desires me to be here and to be brutally honest I'm not looking forward to teaching a child so-" "Spoilt?" "I was going t say young."

Lucius poured the last of the bitter drink into their cups. "A Malfoy never begs and I'm not about to start the tradition but I implore you Severus. My son needs a tutor if he's going to learn anything about being a great wizard. You know perfectly well that I won't be able to find someone to teach him in just a matter of a weekend." Snape reluctantly and silently agreed.

"I'll pay you whatever you deem necessary, friend."

"Mommy!" Narcissa dropped her important task of the day-picking out ballroom outfits for the latest party their family was invited to-when she heard her baby's distressed voice calling out for her.

"What's the matter little star?**(Contrary to belief Draco was not named 'Dragon' he was named after stars just like the rest of the Malfoy family excluding Narcissa who was named after a woman who in Greek/Roman myths was full of herself.)

Draco sniveled and buried himself into his mother's bosom. "Does Mister Snape have to teach me? Can't you?" The woman felt her heart break in several places, but then again she'd always been a bit dramatic. "Oh sweetie! Momma wished she could but daddy doesn't think it's a good idea."

Narcissa rocked her son back and forth, carefully hearing out his complaints and his worries, stroking his hair soothingly until he fell into a sordid sleep.

After placing him in his bedroom the size of the Weasley's house the woman slipped out and searched for her husband in a frantic rush. It didn't take long to find him though, for he was always in his study.

"Lucius!" "Yes darling?" His wife was flustered, which rarely happened, but he was limited with worry for he knew what she was stressed over. "I want to teach my son! He doesn't need a stranger-"

"Severus is no stranger, he is Draco's godfather for Merlin's sake! And unlike if you were to teach him our son will actually receive not only praise but criticism and punishment when he misbehaves. Severus is a good man and we're lucky that he agreed to help us here."

Lucius raised his wife's delicate hand to his lips and kissed her smooth skin. "Have you planed out the outfits for the Windsor's ball yet?" Forgetting her worry she beamed and explained every last detail enthusiastically.

The weekend passed quickly for both the Malfoy heir and his newest tutor. The five year old did what he always did on a weekend; played outside with his nannies and tortured the house elves delightfully, trying to ignore what waited him at the end of his short lived break.

Snape on the other hand spent most of his time packing and moving into his new room-which was more of a suite complete with an upstairs- next to Draco's and read and re-read his only student at present's lesson.

Rising early from his slumber, the professor personally felt as if the day was going to be full of migraines and arguments.

He dressed without a single thought about the clothing just as he did everyday and cleaned himself appropriately. After he found himself adequate, Severus made his way out of the dim lighted room, storming down the maze of hallways reviewing once more the spells and potions he was to teach before entering his classroom which Lucius had previously said he would instruct in.

Looking up from the folder he snickered-for as a Malfoy never begs a Snape never smiles- at the sight; two fancy cherry oak desks, one bigger than the other, were adorned with increments needed for learning, the bookshelves were lined with ingredients for just about anything and books with ancient titles in Latin. The colors were obviously Slytherin's as the carpet was emerald and the walls a shinny worn down silver with a lining of green at the top.

Severus settled at his desk and awaited the arrival of his student.

Unlike his teacher, Draco blissfully slept in. So much so that it was nearly noon before he opened his steel gray eyes only to discover how terribly late he was for class.

He dressed much like Snape, quickly and uncaringly.

"Draco." Stopping dead in his tracks, blood running cold, he discovered Lucius standing squarely in the center of the hall. Behind him was a very tired and agitated Severus. "I believe a punishment is in order."

And even though Lucius hated beating his son, sometimes he found he had no other choice.