Draco, or David as he preferred now realized just how fake his life had seemed when he was living with the Malfoys. Lucius and Narcissa had never truly been there for him sure his mother had piled expensive gifts on him and cooed over him whenever he was near, but she never seemed to be there when he needed her the most. And Lucius, Draco scowled over his notes it was best not to even think of the man, his new dad Severus it seemed was his only constant now. A gentle smile showed on his face when he thought of the name given to him David –beloved, he was loved. He glanced over at the slumbering form on the bed and grinned, he finally it seemed had a family. He realized that he would not be getting any work done at the moment and quietly waved the lights down. Crawling into bed like he was a child he found that he wasn't looking forward to his dad having a separate room. He felt like he had so much to make up for with his new dad, so many moments that they hadn't had because he was living with the Malfoys. As his eyes drifted closed he vowed to make up for lost time when they moved to where ever it was they were to be hiding.

Severus, or rather Professor Snape was known for his hatred of mornings, daylight in general really, but mornings especially. So when upon entering his living quarters he found one Darius Adonis Connor curled up on his favorite chair, he was not amused to say the least. Still even he had to admit that the man looked as if he belonged in his chair despite the lack of white blonde hair he was used to. And still yet the cute pout that his ex lover made in his sleep was still present, seemingly cuter on the fuller lips. Even the sour potions master could not find it in himself to be angry at the man for messing up his morning ritual; he took the seat opposite the man and sipped his tea there. That was at least until he saw Darius shiver. He knew immediately that it would be unwise for him to approach the man beauty was after all something that tempted him, and the fact that he had known the creature in the chair didn't help at all. But Darius was shivering which meant that he was cold, he waved in an annoyed gesture and the fire started in the hearth. Blast. The man was still shivering. For a moment Severus simply stared at the object of his affections from over the tea cup.

"Severus just give the poor child a blanket!" His mother snapped almost causing him to drop his cup; it was also a well known fact that Severus inherited his dislike of mornings from his mother. He slammed the poor cup onto the table and lifted his hand so that a thick, green, wool blanket drifted harmlessly onto the cold form. He was relieved when the form stopped shaking.

"Do you happen to know why Lu-Darius has taken up residence in my chair?" He drawled up at his mother as he lifted the abused cup, which too had begun to shake and caressed the handle with a finger. His mother sneered down at him as the cup stopped shaking and leaned into Severus' petting.

"I believe it might have to do with the fact he almost called your name last night." She responded haughtily, causing her son to choke on his tea.

"He what!?" he hissed trying not to wake the object of their conversation.

"Called your name, when by the sounds of it he was on the verge of orgasm." She glared balefully at her son. "Did I not request that you put a silencing charm on the door just yesterday?" Severus turned his amazed eyes onto the portrait of his mother, not caring one bit about silencing charms.

"Called my name?" He said his voice coming out more like a squeak. His mother nodded curtly.

"Yes, and then he came out in quite a dither plopped down in your chair and went to sleep." She said in clipped tones. Severus' face darkened and his body tensed.

"Mother whatever you are up to it isn't funny." He took another sip of his tea looking entirely composed.

"What do you mean 'up-to?'" She said incredulously. "I'm not 'up-to' anything! The man came out crying for heavens sakes!" Severus' scowl deepened.

"That's precisely my point mother Malfoys don't go any where in a 'dither' neither do they burs into tears like some over emotional teenager." He took another sip of his tea. His mother glared angrily at him.

"Well I never!" She hissed. "I'm telling you son that that boy came out of the room crying after calling out at least some part of your name- and believe me I know it was your name because it was I who named you!" Her voice had risen to a yell as she stood from her chair. Severus though he looked annoyed was unaffected by her tone and the way the whole of the rooms began to tremble in the presence of an angry Mistress Snape.

"And I'm telling you that that simply isn't possible." Severus said firmly setting his tea cup down with a satisfying clink. His mother was furious; her eyes burned brightly swirling with indignation.

"Why?" She spat. "Why is it impossible." Her eyes narrowed on her son. "Is it because you have deemed yourself unlovable?" Severus flinched. "Is it because you think that you are 'not good enough' for the likes of anyone?" He sat stiffly his lips pursed together in a thin line. "Is that it then? You aren't good enough for love?!" she snarled at him. Severus stood, his eyes filled with sorrow though his body was stiff with anger.

"That is precisely why mother." And with that he stalked to the container that held his floo powder, intent on leaving. He didn't see the way his mother sagged in her portrait, nor did he see the amazed hazel eyes that gazed up at him from his chair.

"Then I ask you son," His mother called to him. "why is it that I love you?" He paused and glared angrily at the pot. "Why did Lily love you?" He scooped up a handful of the powder, but his body was no longer tense.

"Both of you loved me before I took on the mark." He whispered staring at the hearth so that he didn't have to look at her. "You loved an ugly little freak with an aptitude for potions simply because that is how great your heart was, now the love you feels lingers because it's mixed in with the very paint that drew you." He sighed letting his hand drop to his side. "As for Lily-" he smiled slightly. "-the love of Lillian Evens will always be a mystery to me." And with that he threw the floo powder in and called out his destination. Mistress Snape sighed sadly as he stepped through and with a flare disappeared.

"He really thinks that way about himself?" Draco, or David asked from the bedroom door. He was shaking and tears were sliding down his cheeks. Mistress Snape nodded her head sadly.

"He loves so much, but he doesn't think he can be loved." She smiled slightly at the bewildered look on the boys face. Darius simply sat, his eyes trained on the fire as if Severus would pop back out at any moment.

"But he's amazing." David whispered. "True he has his share of faults, but we all do." He leaned up against the frame of the door.

"We see that, but people like say, James Potter" She spat the name with all the disgust she could muster "don't, and because they don't, they can never understand how their words and actions can effect a person." She watched the pieces click into place in David's mind as he slowly began to nod his head and his eyes took on a steely glint.

"Then I'll just have to show him." He said completely determined. Mistress Snape smiled widely knowing that the boy would be good for Severus. With that David took off in his room plotting.

"Pet." Harry called from his room, Darius' shoulders drooped in defeat before entering the room. Harry sat propped up against a multitude of pillows with a curious expression on his face.

"Yes master?" Darius called as he approached the bed.

"I want you to tell me the truth." Harry pinned him with a hard gaze, Darius gulped.

"Of course master." He responded warily.

"Tell me...about Snapes' past." Darius' face grew pale.

"Now that's not fair young man." Came the harsh reprimanding tone of one Mistress Snape. Harry glared at her.

"Well how else am I supposed to find out! It's not like he'd tell me!" Harry quipped more than a little annoyed.

"And just how, young man...do you know that?" She said with a raised brow. "Especially if you've never tried." Harry grinned.

"Mistress Snape, i do believe it's time for me to show my Slytherin side."