I'm baaaaack! *grins* I figured a little changes by getting back to this one and needed a Drarry writing session. I've got another chapter up and ready to go! *winks*

Enjoy!

Severus watched Draco apparated with his dominant mate to their honeymoon, unaware of where, and length time was appropriate for them. The mark was burning and he sighed. His hand covered the Dark Mark and self to be drawn to the dark lord.

The man stood tall and fierce directly to his loyal follower and the red eyes noted something different this time. His eyes narrowed at the potion master cautiously and his fingers curled around his wand.

"Well? Has the boy trusted you?"

His head nodded, "Yes, my lord." He bowed, uncertain how this would turn out.

Voldemort stroked his chin and nodded, "Good, good. You may rise, Severus."

The potion master stood up and focused on what would be coming next. He hid his emotion well and held his shield up for his mind. The bald madman walked around and wavering his wand around the room. The deatheater spy kept himself calmed to this scene.

"I need time, but I trust you will continue to gain his trust, my Severus?"

Severus nodded, "Yes, my lord, I will do whatever you wish me to do. Shall I ask what I am able to do, my lord?"

Voldemort hummed, "I want him to trust you, seek out to you, need you, and lure him. If you must, use the submissive luring to turn the event around. However, refrained from developing the bond, I will not be please. If he comes to that term of asking to bond, bring him here." He stopped his wand in high midair hold.

The spy noted the dark lord was serious about keeping the boy safe for a reason. He had to learn, but all he could comprehend was something about the boy held more than a prophecy and that killing the boy-who-lived would be pointless now.

"My lord, the boy still sees you as his enemy he must stop and someone he must kill." Severus stated, debating on the matter, "He would strike an attack, if he was to be brought here and would easily call me a traitor. To regain his trust would be impossible or worse, I do not wish to fail your plan." His hands folded, showing his respect.

The dark lord accepted him and continued moving his wand into action, "I will be changing his perception of myself, my Severus. He will see that I will not fight against him. It is important to give time, especially I will need to retrieve him before he leaves the ground of Hogwarts. If anything, the curse is removed and I want you to encourage the old man to hire you again. Tell him I needed to use you into the plan and to lure the boy out through you. He will not think otherwise." He justified clearly.

The potion master wished to think this first, but he knew better to dismiss this smooth process. He nodded once to accept what would be expected of him. The dark lord did not notice his thinking process or any emotional transitions.

"I will follow your orders, my lord. Is there anything more you wish to say?"

His head shook, "No. I am content with the task."

Voldemort waved off his deatheater to leave and Severus did so without a word. The dark lord was left alone and the spy headed straight to the Hogwarts without a stop. He did not waste time as he hurried over to the office of the headmaster. He muttered the password and rushed into the familiar room he accustomed himself for nearly two decades.

"Ah, lemon drops, my dear boy?"

His head shook, "No thank you, headmaster." He stopped in front of the desk, "He called."

Albus glanced up and his eyes did not twinkle right now, "He is unaware of the boy's location, correct?"

Severus nodded, "He is unaware, but he asked more of myself into this."

The headmaster sighed and folded his hands, "Tell me everything."

The potion master began to tell him what have had gone on and the simple things to know. Albus nodded along and grasped some the idea of where this was going. The spy helped himself in a chair and prepared what would be coming soon.

"Considering you are Harry's pet, he will have to move in with you." Albus sighed, plucking a lemon drop from his bowl and 'popped' them into his mouth, "Well, for the year. As for the Defense class, I will allow it since he removed the cursed. I supposed it will be good that you continuing teaching and the students can learn properly." His tongue swayed the lemon drop to taste the flavor so closely.

The submissive nodded, "Of course…as I should remind you, that Potter had wedded to Mister Malfoy, who is now a Potter submissive."

His eyebrow raised, "Right. I had forgotten briefly. This is certainly interesting and better advantage to reason why they would live with you, to secure the protection and you would not tolerate it, if anyone harms your godson and his mate."

The Slytherin knew too well, especially the house he held the authority in. The onyx eyes fixated on the elder and respected the decision no less.

"Of course," Severus noted the twinkle eyes in the old man and knew too well, "However, Harry will not go smoothly with myself living with him. It would be best to leave him unaware about his living status at Hogwarts." His shoulders eased down, knowing there wasn't any worry.

Albus hummed, "I'll say that you will show them their place and you can lead the rest." The twinkling eyes must have sparkled brightly this time, "Forgive me, but…are we expecting anything soon?"

Severus mentally groaned, not looking forward to such idea, and how eager the headmaster happened to be. The headmaster grinned to his delightful mood.

He frowned, "I don't think so. Harry told me that they decided to wait until the time is right."

He chuckled, "I don't think so, Severus. You should know better once you're bonded to a dominant for life."

Severus' brow raised, "You believe they won't have control over themselves?" He scoffed, "I doubt it. Potter has too much control of himself, especially dealing with a dangerous potion known to wizards." His arms crossed.

Albus collected a lemon drop and helped himself one, "Don't doubt yourself, Sev-"

"-You better say my name, only Potter calls me that."

"-But it is your name." He chuckled.

Severus was about to argue-

The flashing burn came on strong and puzzled by such sudden call within two hours. It was not like the Dark Lord to do this and something must have changed so soon. Albus noticed and gestured him to hurry on his spy duties. There was one thing that the spy had learned was to hurry before the madman could do worse.

The dark mark helped him relocated within seconds and landed himself right into the crowds of the other deatheaters. The Dark Lord grinned, pleased to see everyone, and observed well of his followers.

"Ah, today is the new generation to become the deatheaters. We need more followers, but they must understand they cannot harm the boy! For the upmost, we shall begin one of my most loyal deatheaters' son and he shall have the honor of a fresh design of my death mark. One that represent that we want the boy to live, but to end the fight or avenge each other to death. The boy will live and shall be protected." He grinned, almost terrifying enough to trust less.

The tension and eagerness formed at once in the same room. No one was able to counteract the others' emotions so easily, unless they were Severus' position. The potion master was able to recognize each person's emotion and thoughts – almost perfectly. The madman's red eyes beamed over to the long blond with such pride.

"Lucius, bring him now." His wand held directly to the specific person.

The pale blue eyes blinked…he was not expecting this so soon. He did not engaged forward, but the spy knew too well why. Severus walked out of the circle crowd and face the dark lord personally. Voldemort glanced over to see someone else, which was his personal spy.

"Severus, I did not call you. I called Lucius and for his son." His chin lifted high, nearly growling.

The potion master hid his fear within, "I know, my lord. Lucius does not know where his son is because I told Draco to go on a holiday, but he did not leave the note nor inform anyone of his whereabouts and time." He withheld a gulp.

The man scowled, not pleased about this situation, and glanced around harshly at the other deatheaters.

"All of you leave, except for Severus and Lucius." He hissed.

The others did not waste time and left instantly. Lucius was about to sweat, but he knew too much of this importance. Voldemort hissed loudly enough caused the blond and dark hair to flinch. They stood where they were expected to be and nothing more.

"Why," A heavy growled, "Was the boy gone?" His fingers curled tightly onto his wand.

Lucius bowed his head, "I…sent my son to Severus."

The onyx eyes met the red eyes, "Draco was deeply stressed, my lord. I was able to sense it from him. He was quite eager to serve you, but he was stressed between the training and personal research of his. He would not admit what was bothering him."

His lips snarled, "And suggesting the holiday is wise, do you think, Severus?" A dangerous low voice spoke a promising death.

"Yes, my lord," The potion master did not dare to remove his eyes off his dark lord, "I suggested it to him, so he could be fully awake for your grateful ceremony. I told him to take a short holiday and best to rid of this unnecessary stress."

Severus noticed how furious the dark lord was and unsatisfied by this turned of events.

"You have to ask my permission before sending the boy off. He could betray us all." He seethed, whipped his wand at the ground, causing accidental magic burst through his vicious anger.

Severus flinched, but he did not move from his spot. Lucius nodded and began to attempt his own fear.

"I-I told the boy that if he betrays us, he would be punish for his action severely. I promise you that much, my lord. He will return, my son will come home and he will be rushed right into the ceremony." He softly smiled, but nervous about everything.

The dark lord held up his chin and struck a heavy unforgivable curse at the blond. The rich man dropped to his knees with agonizing scream, as if he was on fire. Voldemort poured into his bitterness throughout the crucio curse and not wasting a single minute with this torture. The onyx eyes observed, knowing he cannot interfere, and accepted what would be of them. His heartached…but he immediately hid his true emotion into a deep burial. His thoughts remained on his master right now and survival.

"Severus," He hissed, "You do this again, you will accept the next level of punishment I have in mind for you." Voldemort spoke the warning, before he struck out the curse.

Severus held his strength together and tried to fight as it had pleased the dark lord in the previous. He almost fell onto his knees, but the curse grew vicious to the point he was forced. The potion master cried out his lungs, to the point his magic could not protect him, and sent his nerves at an alarming rate. His brain could not comprehend a thing or think anything logical enough. The muscles splashed and twisted unpredictably to its torturous pain. The pain was burning flames with millions of daggers striking in the speed of light. With every move, it ached worse and worse to the point he could not breathe.

The time seemed to be for hours, but it was only a minute long. Once the curse was lifted, Voldemort spun around and marched in the opposite direction from his deatheaters.

"You both may leave, but another mistake and I will not hesitate." He growled and disappeared into the next room.

Lucius did not bother to stay and left with his own things to worry about. The spy, on the other hand, closed his eyes tightly and drew himself to…his owner. An aching moaned slipped the potion master's lips and it caught his owner's attention.

"Sev!" The dominant's voice grew worried, "Draco, go prepared the pain potion and prepare it in five minutes. I'll place him into the hot bath." He demanded.

"But-"

"Now!"

The demanding power was obvious and feet scrambling out to take care of the order. The potion master whimpered and his body shook uncontrollably. The hands and arms scooped the man up. Severus had curled closely to his owner's body, almost into a fetus position, and unable to handle such pain.

Suddenly, a brief coolness came down onto the man, but he could not helped and pondered what was going on. What was Potter could be doing right now…but he knew he followed the rules well.

There was a steaming and heated moist around the man. But it still too much to handle, but the pain he suffered no less than a minute ago would not compare it. The hands on him was not releasing him and securing his position. He heard the soft and gentle voice.

"Hang in there, Sev, you're going to be fine." Harry told him.

He heard something coming in, but he hasn't processed what that would be.

"Here." Draco spoke.

"Thank you," Harry accepted it naturally, "Sev, open up." His hand soothed the man's neck and the other hand held a small vial closely to Severus' lip, "Drink it."

Severus did as he was order to do, the foul taste of potion, and the liquid absorbed right into his system. Within seconds, his body was able to relax and the pain faded away as if it hasn't existed in the first place. The onyx eyes blinked and saw himself in a bubbly bubble bath and the newly wedded couples were in the room. Now, he realized what had went on and he was doomed. Harry soothed the man's head at his own will and Severus found it comforting to feel safe.

"Sev," He quietly spoke to his pet, "I'm glad you came to me, but you should have been more cautious." He kissed the man's forehead, "You're going to stay with us now and those rights are gone now." He declared.

If anything, it came with the deal in the morning after he was their pet. Since then, it was a deal from two years ago. There was one thing that Severus could count on, it was being protected by Harry Potter. He nodded in silently and accepted the consequences.

"Stay in the bath tub for half an hour and I will have your bed arrange. You will need to rest, according to my magic." Harry commented.

"According to your magic?" The submissive commented…unaware of his powerful access of magic.

Severus knew Harry was going to tell him, but they were barely on their honeymoon trip for under three hours. If anything, some things would need to be worked out for themselves.

A knut for thoughts?