A/N Okay so first off, shout outs to the three people who reviewed the last chapter ? Thanks! Secondly, this chapter was added in so apologies if it wasn't added very well. I added it in as one of my followers requested to see more of Snape! So he's back and this whole chapter is dedicated to him. R.I.P Allan Rickman ?. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 15 - A Run In With Snape

Monday. Double potions. What a way to start the day off. Draco made his way down the dark tunnels to his potions classroom, not paying attention to a word Blaise was saying about the homework which was due that day. Theo and Draco both remained silent, although Theo did snigger as Blaise grinned at Daphne, who was walking in the opposite direction. She smiled back and batted her eyelashes. "I am so completely and utterly in love with her," Blaise stated, completely mesmerised by the attractive Slytherin. Theo let out a howl of laughter to which Blaise punched him in the shoulder for, making Theo stop rather instantly. Draco however, remained silent. The mudblood was at the front of the line as usual, he noticed, although he didn't quite know why he noticed that. Eventually Slughorn opened the door and let his class trail inside.

Slughorn wouldn't stop eying Draco irritably, as if he were confused as to what to do. They were working individually, trying to make a potion with the ingredients laid out on the table at the front. Some had gone for a bog standard Forgetfulness Potion, others had created some nasty greenish mist for not putting the right ingredient in their potion and some, in Seamus' case, had caused a miniature explosion from reasons Draco still couldn't quite work out. And that brought the head boy back to the question as to why Slughorn was looking at him as if he were a little scared. He was just in the middle of adding powdered moonstone, when he saw the aged teacher standing right above him. Draco looked up at him coolly and asked with no enthusiasm, "What?" Slughorn glared. "See me after lesson, Draco," he said tightly, and strode down the isle of tables in the dingy dungeon. Draco scowled. He hadn't even done anything. He glanced over at the mudblood and saw her mixing a periwinkle blue potion and most definitely not wanting to exchange a glance.

The bell to signal break sounded and Draco, forgetting all about Slughorn, automatically got up (leaving his half made potion, advanced potions book and ingredients on the table), tucked his chair in, and hurried to the door to escape the room Granger was in. Slughorn however, called him back. "Draco," Slughorn snipped, and Draco wheeled around to face his teacher, sidestepping the crowd rushing to break. "I've been told that this is very urgent, otherwise I needn't have called you back," Slughorn said, looking very pale. "Please, sit and wait." Draco did just that, not even bothering to retaliate anymore. He sat on an empty desk by the front and swung his feet irritably, waiting. A minute passed in silence, Slughorn fidgeting in his seat and watching the door.

Then, the door banged open and a tall, greasy black haired man with a hooked nose and a billowing cloak came striding through the door. "Out!" The man snapped at Slughorn, who looked ready to protest but decided against it by the look on the man's sallow face. Slughorn scurried out, leaving Draco in the room with none other than Snape, who turned on him. They stared at each other. It was Draco who spoke first. "I wondered when you'd come knocking on my door," he drawled.

"I am completely lost for words Draco!" Snape roared furious. Draco had never seen Snape look angry and exasperated at the same time, but that was exactly the look shown on his face. "If you're here to talk about -" Draco began.

"Yes that's exactly what I'm here to talk about! I understand that you don't like the position your in but that gives you no right to show that amount of disrespect to the Dark Lord!"

"He was threatening my MOTHER!" Draco roared back in retaliation.

"He's your LEADER, Draco. Your superior. Your master! You cannot defy him!"

"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?" Draco sneered back.

"I don't care how you view me after last year Draco but Merlin willing I am trying to help you!"

"Funny idea of help you've got."

"I'm not going through this with you again, Draco!"

"I'm old enough to look after myself! I don't need your HELP!" Draco yelled, standing up so he was head to head with his former teacher. There was a silence. "Draco I know you don't want to do this. I know! But you can't ignore the Dark Lord. He has power you can't even imagine. And Merlin Draco you're attitude towards him! You're mother owled me to watch out for you, telling me everything about what happened at Malfoy Manor and sometimes I just can't believe the stupidity I hear. You yelled at him! You need to be a little more careful with your actions boy."

"And you? Professor," Draco spat, "I believe you haven't been too honest with the Dark Lord either lately."

"If you mean I haven't went to any meetings this year I think that's for pretty good reasons -"

"You know that's not what I mean," Draco growled. They exchanged a look, and that look said everything. Draco's eyes widened. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it without clarification. "You're a traitor?" Draco gasped, stepping back. Snape looked at him and let out a long sigh. What should he tell him, he was only a boy after all. He decided with some of the truth. "Dumbledore didn't want you to become a killer and your aunt told me to carry out the deed if you couldn't," Snape said stonily. Draco still stared. "Go on," Draco urged.

"Dumbledore knew of your task and told me to kill you instead - but Draco... You have to know... I never ever wanted to. He was - Dumbledore was a friend and... I only did it because he wanted me to. It was all arranged, I was to come up and finish him off quickly on the tower, whilst you were still fighting the urge to run. I'm sorry Draco, it had to be."

"No you don't understand," Draco said, clutching the table, knuckles white, "If you were with Dumbledore does that mean that you're..." He trailed off. Snape knew before he'd said it, that Draco knew. He knew he was in the Order. He couldn't know though, it was far too dangerous. What if Voldemort used Legilimency and found out. Both he and Draco would die. "Draco," he began cautiously, "You understand I can't tell you anything else for your own safety."

"And yours!" Draco gasped, too shocked. Snape really was in the Order! What if - what if Voldemort used Legilimency on him. "Oh Salazar," he muttered. Snape eyed him. "But," Draco began again, "Does anyone else know?"

"Of course not!" Spat his old professor.

"You're despised by everyone and they don't even know. But -"

"Leave it," Snape said dryly, "It's safer this way." Draco nodded. "Stay out of trouble," Snape said after a pause, "And Merlin just do as you're told." Draco nodded. "And you know where to find me if ever you need help." Draco stared. He did not need help. Snape nodded once, and strode out of the room. Draco stood in silence. He couldn't deal with this. More secrets more lies more bloody responsibility and more confusion in his already fucked up life.

The bell signalling the end of break rang a minute after the hooked nosed man left, and the potions class flooded through the door and walked to their seats, not really noticing Draco standing in the middle of it all, still staring at the blank chalkboard. Hermione noticed though, but she didn't think anything of it. Draco made his way soundlessly to his seat and waited for Slughorn to come in. Come he did, and they made brief eye contact before the professor quickly looked away and said they could carry on with their potions.

Of course it was Hermione who finished her potion first. Pansy, who was on the table behind the mudblood, flicked a pufferfish eye at Hermione's neck. Turning round angrily, Hermione muttered something to the Slytherin to which she scowled and carried on mixing her green potion. Draco was half glad he wasn't dating Pansy anymore; that was a weight off his shoulders. He watched Slughorn walk over to the mudblood, praise her, and bottle up a dose of her concoction to test later. Draco looked down at his simmering orange potion. He'd picked such a complicated potion to make, but it was worth it. So far so good. He added porcupine quills one by one, stirring slowly, until his Draught of Peace turned pearly white. Then he took his cauldron off the heat and stuck up his hand. Slughorn walked over to him and stared at the potion. "Good Merlin Draco," Slughorn gasped, taking a crystal vial out of his pocket and filling it with the white concoction. "This looks perfect. Draught of Peace, I assume?" Slughorn asked.

"Yes sir," Draco replied.

"I suspect one drop of this and we'd all feel completely and utterly relaxed!"

"Well that was the idea," Draco thought silently. He nodded.

"May I?" His teacher asked. Draco nodded again and Slughorn corked the vial and pocketed it. Draco himself took out a phial and filled it with the pearly white potion. In fact, he did not fill one but three phials, pouring the rest in his cauldron into a large jar, and spewing the lid on tightly. Who knew when a little relaxation would come in handy.

A/N As I said, this chapter was added in so sorry for cutting it a little short, but I didn't want to spoil next week's chapter! See you all Tuesday, please review ?.