Next chapter will be more fluffy and longer, promise.

And incase you didn't know the names of the chapter and story are lyrics in the song "If Only-Fiction Plane." It's a wonderful song and I encourage you to listen to it.

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's aristocratic face was sticky and stained from tears that were brought on by his father's leather belt, a gift from Narcissa.

His stomach was flat on the silk bedspread and his face down on the overly stuffed goose feather pillow while a nurse, chosen at random by Lucius, placed cool, damp towels over the developing and existing welts and lashes.

"Enough coddling him." The woman stood at the sound of a calm male voice, causing the bed to raise from the relief of her enormous weight on the side of it. She bowed and left out the door.

"Draco, son, you understand why I had to do that don't you. I hate hurting you, you know that but you also know I don't tolerate lateness." The older Malfoy sat where the nurse once resided, "Especially when that lateness is for something as important as class with someone as important and influential as Severus Snape!"

Draco let out a shaky, scared breath and nodded stiffly at his father but still refused to look in the furious eyes. "Good, I'm glad we're on the same grounds now. Ah, yes… because you missed this morning you are attending after dinner and it shall last as long as Professor Snape sees fit."

It was in all fairness to say both Draco and Severus hated each other. Perhaps hate is to strong of a word, despise or detest might be a tad more suitable.

For a full week the two had tormented and riled up nerves in the other; Draco would always answer everything sarcastically, cynically and would play pretend suck-up.

Severus would purposely make the work harder then it needed to be, asking questions that a five year old wouldn't be able to know.

Of course it surprised Snape when Draco would come the next day with the answer and incredible amounts of detail to every question he hadn't known personally. Draco was insistent to be perfect and Severus bent on not allowing him. That didn't stop the young Malfoy though. Even when he misspelled a word the boy would show a face of discontentment that even caused Severus to feel a bee-sting of pain that passed as quickly as a paper cut.

Only for a split second though.

On the first weekend of tutoring Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy called their son and long time friend into the infamous study room. Draco would be lying if he said he wasn't worried.

"Please take a seat, son. Your mother and I have wonderful news to share with you."

"Your idea of wonderful news and mine are two totally different things."

Lucius chuckled lightly; his son was a spitting image of him rather he knew it or not.

"Yes well-" Narcissa mumbled something and jumped up and wrapped her arms around her baby with amounts of energy that put Draco's to shame after crying of how lucky he was.

"Care to repeat that mother? I didn't quite catch it."

Severus turned slightly in his chair, snickering delightfully "Your old teacher retired so I've taken this job on with great pleasure."

"No! You can't! Father-" Lucius shook his head and raised his hand as if to say enough.

"Mother!" Her eyes lowered just as her arms.

"No!" He shoved his way from his parents, raging angrily, throwing the second fit in a week.

"You never listen to me! You lavish me in expensive items but you never give me what I truly want!"

"Draco."

"I want Mrs. Boxer back NOW!"

"Draco!"

"No! I hate you I hate you!"

No matter how old the young Malfoy may have acted he was still only five and had never had his life disturbed so quickly and greatly.

"Draco," Severus drawled on with the tone of voice that the single heir new all too well, "I'm not looking forward to this either but I'm sure we can see past out… resentment and work on a more understanding relationship."