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.

Enjoy!


It was a miracle really; a miracle that Draco wasn't acting out after his little burst of anger directed towards his newly appointed teacher. And though he hated to admit it, Severus was missing their petty little arguments.

Life was on the cliff's edge of deadly boring. The whole reason he had said yes to Lucius Malfoy was the profuse amount of cash a week and the entertainment he would receive. The entertainment ceased the same exact moment Mrs. Boxer ceased to be Draco's teacher though.

Severus grumbled a few blasphemous curses under his breath as he made his way down the spiraling staircase to head to the Malfoy's traditional dinner gathering. It was the one meal that Narcissa forced all the family to eat together. Snape attempted to argue that he was hardly family but much to his displeasure the mistress was a wonderful debater. Draco had to get it from somewhere he assumed.

"Professor!" Flushed and looking relatively flustered with his arms behind his small back, the youngest Malfoy was definitely up to something, sparking an interest in Severus. "What is that behind your back, Mr. Malfoy?"

"It's nothing! Just leave me alone!" "Might I remind you Mr. Malfoy that I am skilled in Legilimency and could read your thoughts to find out what is residing behind your back at this moment and all the wrong doings you've committed in your short span of life?"

"Okay! Just don't tell my mommy or daddy." "It rightfully depends on what it is." Scowling, but knowing he had no other choice, Draco brought his secret out in front of himself and Severus. "A… kitten?" So shocked by the image of the fluffy red-orange cat he almost laughed at the sight but the eager face of the little Malfoy kept him from doing so.

"Why do you have a stray, dare I ask?" "You can't tell! You said!" "I don't recall saying anything of that sort. Mr. Malfoy?" "Father says he doesn't want a pesky animal bothering his sinuses so I've never had a pet but… I found him looking at me with those eyes."

Severus had a ghost of a smile touch his lips at the sweet site of the five year old. Shining silver bells, twinkling with delight were staring him down, begging sorrowfully for acceptance. They seemed all too familiar. "We can keep him in my room if you wish. Your father doesn't enter it and you would be free to come and go as you please. Of course you would still be in charge of feeding and caring-"

"Thank you!" Draco wrapped his tiny arms around Snape, squishing the poor cat in-between the two bodies. "Yes, yes. Come on then, we should drop him off before attending dinner."

"Ah, there you two are! What took you?" Narcissa, dressed in a lavish gold and white dress that would give anyone the impression that she was attending a fancy ballroom party instead of casual dinner with the people she lived with, greeted the duo as they took their seats.

"Draco simply had a question about the last assignment I gave him and we got a bit caught up in the fiasco." Severus nodded in the direction of a tall and scrawny man pouring wine into a crystal glass to signal a thanks.

"If you're having troubles Draco, why don't you just come to me?" The boys mouth fell open without a sound and a rush of worry ran over his face. "Lucius, are you not paying me for a reason?" "That's true brother." Laughing with the none the less famous boisterous Malfoy laugh, Lucius smiled brilliantly.

"I haven't heard one bad word about your behavior from Mr. Snape. Have you two been getting along fine?" Narcissa proceeded to pick at her salad with complete disinterest in it and full attention on the people surrounding her. "Yes mother. Mr. Snape is a wonderful teacher." Turning the corners of her mouth in what seemed to be a tight smile the mistress looked at Severus.

"And you? My baby hasn't displeased you in any way has he?" "I don't believe that to be possible, Mrs. Malfoy." She beamed at the compliment even though it wasn't for her.

"Professor?" After finishing up at dinner, everyone excused themselves to head back to their own preferred task besides Draco it had seemed. "Yes?" "May I… see her?" Severus snickered. "I don't see why you couldn't." Grabbing a hold of his teacher's hand, which surprised Snape indifferently, the boy walked side by side to the room where the orange kitten laid.

"What do you plan to name her?" Severus questioned, sitting at the overly cushioned antique chair watching on as Draco rocked the cat like a mother would a newborn. "Lauren(1)!" Snuggling his face deep down in the fur he sighed contentedly before jumping into Snape's lap. "Thank you… Sev-erus."

In his mind he was kicking the child off of him, telling the boy off. In his heart he knew he couldn't. A hole that he would have never imagined being filled was starting to with the unlikely subject of a boy. A five year old boy at that.

He fell asleep and not knowing what to really do with him, the pitch dark shadow ascended to the child's room after setting the cat back into his home crafted bed. The room was adorned with snakes on the walls, green and silver paint much like their shared classroom, toys pilled over each other, and bed much too large for a boy his age should have centered directly with black curtains to keep the sun out coming down from the ceiling in a princess fashion.

Laying him gently on the bed, Severus had to admit that Draco was quite adorable. The boy was sucking on his thumb, a habit that Lucius Malfoy would most definitely not approve of and had managed to wrap his arms around himself. Severus started to gently stroke Draco's face.


(1) Curious to why Draco picked the name Lauren? In a wonderful play named "A Very Potter Musical." The girl who plays Draco (And does a bloody brilliant job at it) is named Lauren. Want to watch it? You can find the link on my profile!