Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, blah blah JK Rowling owns everything blah blah
except the stuff I made up blah blah blah blah and maybe I didn't even make
that up blah blah blah so get over it already!
Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!
# ok I know this has taken a real long long red colour time to get out, but I've been busy with exams and new plots, and it really doesn't help with such a low count of reviews. It's short cause I want the next part to be in its own chapter.
Chapter Seven: Letters.
Draco's eagle owl was perched on the windowsill that overlooked Grants bed, watching as he tried to read a letter from his father. The owl had woken them both up on this brightish Saturday morning, one being seemingly happy to be awake, and the other not so much.
Draco had only gotten through the pleasantries in his father's letter before he started to feel a growing and hardening 'thing' by his thigh followed quickly by a soft giggle from Grant. Draco pretended not to notice.
. Draco it should please you to know that the Dark Lord is pleased with your plan of teaching a few of the more promising students, however he expects you to include more who are loyal to the cause.
Draco sighed with pleasure as he felt a combination of tongue and teeth on his right nipple. A silly grin appeared on his face as he looked at the naughty smile that played across his boyfriend's face. Teasingly Draco ignored what was happening and turned back to the letter.
. Having said this it is highly embarrassing that news of your teaching didn't reach me from you. To add to that is the effort I now have to put into discrediting rumours about recent actions of yours. I am willing to carry on, as I trust you and the way I brought you up, I hope that you trust me enough to enlighten me of your true plans.
Fate couldn't have planed a worse time for his father to write this letter. Draco was now enjoying the sensation of a tongue slowly making its way down his chest and down his stomach. Draco sneaked a peak, Grant was now under the covers, only his hands could be seen as they slowly tickled Draco's sides. A thought creped into existence as he felt the product of his excitement poking into Grant's chest.
. I must also warn you that your Professor Snape is not the only informant on the Hogwarts teaching staff. May I suggest that you be wary of you new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. She is young and willing to do anything to prove her worth to the Dark Lord.
Oh right now Draco wouldn't care if Voldemort himself burst into the room and proclaimed that he was taking up ballet. This was something that he had dreamed about (not the ballet stupid). Draco lifted his hips slightly to help in the removing of his boxers. The letter fell from Draco's hand as he arched his back in response to the warm mouth that enveloped 'little Draco'.
During this entire scene however the eagle owl that had delivered Lucius Malfoy's letter sat perched on the windowsill watching. Its cold blue eyes crackled with intelligence as it watched the scene unfold.
* * *
Dumbledore finished reading the letter that he had received the night before to professors McGonagall and Snape, It was signed: Ministry of Magic, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creachers, Beings Department. Professor McGonagall looked a bit worried about the news whereas Professor Snape just seemed thoughtful.
"Why on earth would they be gathering around the school Albus, they must know that we'd never let them get near the actual grounds?" McGonagall said voicing her concerns. "That is why I have asked you two here this morning Minerva." "They say they captured one or two of them Headmaster?" "Yes Severus, apparently they just say that they were drawn to this place." The three professors sat quiet for a while.
"I do have one theory though." Dumbledore finally said. "Although its only validity is a slight coincidence." "Do tell Headmaster." Professor Snape said with a bit of interest. "You do of cause remember Grindiwalt?" "I thought you killed him Albus?" "Oh no worries Minerva, he got what he disserved. I was only thinking that just before I had the pleasure of removing him from this world I had the distinct displeasure of fighting my way through a bunch of vampires who had gathered around his castle." "That is a very slight. coincidence Headmaster." Snape said a bit dubiously. "I know, which is why I am going to ask you to look into the whole matter and see if my worries have any foundations." "And what worries might those be Albus?" McGonagall said after a moment, voicing both her and Severus's question. "Nothing too serious Minerva, just I think that Severus here should look into what exactly young Mr. Malfoy is teaching his fellow students."
* * *
It was a few days after the meeting with Dumbledore that Severus sat in his office having a staring contest with 'the portrait'. In his right hand he played idly with his wand, and in his left he held a report sent to Dumbledore that had been forwarded to him. 'The portrait' sat snugly in the yet unlit fireplace, surrounded by a large amount of oil soaked firewood.
The report, compiled by the Ministry, stated that the whole Vampire's gathering in Hogsmeade problem was at an end. They were all dead, killed by 'something' or 'someone'. And as far as the Ministry was concerned, good riddance and problem solved. Severus shared Dumbledore's concern that the problem was defiantly not over.
Something or someone had killed those vampires, and far as he had been able to gather that something or someone had arrived in Hogsmeade the same way as the Vampires, drawn by the use of strange magic long forgotten.
Evidence pointed at young Mr. Malfoy as the prime suspect in the use of this magic with the classes he was teaching, and after questioning Draco had finally reviled that the portrait had been his source to some of the more interesting spells.
When questioned, the dark wizard in the portrait shared the view that the 'problem' was far from over. Severus' problem however was that the dark wizard showed not a foreboding of what might be lurking around Hogsmeade, but instead a great amount of glee. Ever since Severus had mentioned the news of the dieing vampires to the portrait in his interrogation, the stupid thing had been laughing hysterically, saying things like 'took no time at all' and 'so much blood can be spilled!' It had only stopped when placed in the fireplace.
"Last chance portrait, tell me what you know." Severus said as menacingly as he could. "Ahh but Potions Master, were would the fun be in that? Besides my job is done, my creation redeemed. I am but a complicated charm that has come to an end," The dark wizard's face turned into a large smirk. "You can not threaten me."
Severus was quiet for a while before slowly getting to his feet. "Have it your way then, charm." And with that he flicked his wand and a roaring fire erupted in the fire place. Severus turned and left to prepare for his next class, a deep sense of dread instilling itself in him as he heard the dark wizard's hysterical laughing ringing in his ears.
The End. for now
Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!
# ok I know this has taken a real long long red colour time to get out, but I've been busy with exams and new plots, and it really doesn't help with such a low count of reviews. It's short cause I want the next part to be in its own chapter.
Chapter Seven: Letters.
Draco's eagle owl was perched on the windowsill that overlooked Grants bed, watching as he tried to read a letter from his father. The owl had woken them both up on this brightish Saturday morning, one being seemingly happy to be awake, and the other not so much.
Draco had only gotten through the pleasantries in his father's letter before he started to feel a growing and hardening 'thing' by his thigh followed quickly by a soft giggle from Grant. Draco pretended not to notice.
. Draco it should please you to know that the Dark Lord is pleased with your plan of teaching a few of the more promising students, however he expects you to include more who are loyal to the cause.
Draco sighed with pleasure as he felt a combination of tongue and teeth on his right nipple. A silly grin appeared on his face as he looked at the naughty smile that played across his boyfriend's face. Teasingly Draco ignored what was happening and turned back to the letter.
. Having said this it is highly embarrassing that news of your teaching didn't reach me from you. To add to that is the effort I now have to put into discrediting rumours about recent actions of yours. I am willing to carry on, as I trust you and the way I brought you up, I hope that you trust me enough to enlighten me of your true plans.
Fate couldn't have planed a worse time for his father to write this letter. Draco was now enjoying the sensation of a tongue slowly making its way down his chest and down his stomach. Draco sneaked a peak, Grant was now under the covers, only his hands could be seen as they slowly tickled Draco's sides. A thought creped into existence as he felt the product of his excitement poking into Grant's chest.
. I must also warn you that your Professor Snape is not the only informant on the Hogwarts teaching staff. May I suggest that you be wary of you new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. She is young and willing to do anything to prove her worth to the Dark Lord.
Oh right now Draco wouldn't care if Voldemort himself burst into the room and proclaimed that he was taking up ballet. This was something that he had dreamed about (not the ballet stupid). Draco lifted his hips slightly to help in the removing of his boxers. The letter fell from Draco's hand as he arched his back in response to the warm mouth that enveloped 'little Draco'.
During this entire scene however the eagle owl that had delivered Lucius Malfoy's letter sat perched on the windowsill watching. Its cold blue eyes crackled with intelligence as it watched the scene unfold.
* * *
Dumbledore finished reading the letter that he had received the night before to professors McGonagall and Snape, It was signed: Ministry of Magic, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creachers, Beings Department. Professor McGonagall looked a bit worried about the news whereas Professor Snape just seemed thoughtful.
"Why on earth would they be gathering around the school Albus, they must know that we'd never let them get near the actual grounds?" McGonagall said voicing her concerns. "That is why I have asked you two here this morning Minerva." "They say they captured one or two of them Headmaster?" "Yes Severus, apparently they just say that they were drawn to this place." The three professors sat quiet for a while.
"I do have one theory though." Dumbledore finally said. "Although its only validity is a slight coincidence." "Do tell Headmaster." Professor Snape said with a bit of interest. "You do of cause remember Grindiwalt?" "I thought you killed him Albus?" "Oh no worries Minerva, he got what he disserved. I was only thinking that just before I had the pleasure of removing him from this world I had the distinct displeasure of fighting my way through a bunch of vampires who had gathered around his castle." "That is a very slight. coincidence Headmaster." Snape said a bit dubiously. "I know, which is why I am going to ask you to look into the whole matter and see if my worries have any foundations." "And what worries might those be Albus?" McGonagall said after a moment, voicing both her and Severus's question. "Nothing too serious Minerva, just I think that Severus here should look into what exactly young Mr. Malfoy is teaching his fellow students."
* * *
It was a few days after the meeting with Dumbledore that Severus sat in his office having a staring contest with 'the portrait'. In his right hand he played idly with his wand, and in his left he held a report sent to Dumbledore that had been forwarded to him. 'The portrait' sat snugly in the yet unlit fireplace, surrounded by a large amount of oil soaked firewood.
The report, compiled by the Ministry, stated that the whole Vampire's gathering in Hogsmeade problem was at an end. They were all dead, killed by 'something' or 'someone'. And as far as the Ministry was concerned, good riddance and problem solved. Severus shared Dumbledore's concern that the problem was defiantly not over.
Something or someone had killed those vampires, and far as he had been able to gather that something or someone had arrived in Hogsmeade the same way as the Vampires, drawn by the use of strange magic long forgotten.
Evidence pointed at young Mr. Malfoy as the prime suspect in the use of this magic with the classes he was teaching, and after questioning Draco had finally reviled that the portrait had been his source to some of the more interesting spells.
When questioned, the dark wizard in the portrait shared the view that the 'problem' was far from over. Severus' problem however was that the dark wizard showed not a foreboding of what might be lurking around Hogsmeade, but instead a great amount of glee. Ever since Severus had mentioned the news of the dieing vampires to the portrait in his interrogation, the stupid thing had been laughing hysterically, saying things like 'took no time at all' and 'so much blood can be spilled!' It had only stopped when placed in the fireplace.
"Last chance portrait, tell me what you know." Severus said as menacingly as he could. "Ahh but Potions Master, were would the fun be in that? Besides my job is done, my creation redeemed. I am but a complicated charm that has come to an end," The dark wizard's face turned into a large smirk. "You can not threaten me."
Severus was quiet for a while before slowly getting to his feet. "Have it your way then, charm." And with that he flicked his wand and a roaring fire erupted in the fire place. Severus turned and left to prepare for his next class, a deep sense of dread instilling itself in him as he heard the dark wizard's hysterical laughing ringing in his ears.
The End. for now