HELD AFTER CLASS

by wretchedwriter (formerly known as wretchedscar)

© June 29, 2003; April 2004 onward

Rated R; HP/DM/SS – I think this might be a rather dark fic for me.  Don't know yet – we'll see where it goes.  If you want the steamy version – visit my site "Lifetime of Darkness" (as long as you are 18 and over).

I know it's been a while waiting (um has ANYONE been waiting???  Hello??? ::hears echo:: hehe) for an update – for all of my stories – I know and I'm sorry – I'll try to get better about this honestly.  I've been a lazy-butt -  just on ff.net reading all the other truly marvelous D/H stories out there.  My current favorite one is "Dare" – check it out – really good.  There's already fourteen chapters up – spoil my lazy-butt silly will ya?

Now – onto all you wonderful reviewers –

Depressed gothic Teenager:  LOL You crack me up!  Well here's a tidbit – sorry it's so late in coming.  Hope you're not too depressed and that you're still out there to enjoy it.

Calyx-girl & Kamui:  I know – cliffhangers galore – sorry, sorry.  Will try to make sure that no one falls over the edge.  J   Kamui – your English is fine – what language do you speak?

Sondy:  OKAY OKAY OKAY!  I respond to the word please, I truly do.  Hee.

Allesa:  Thank you very much!  Nice to know someone wants this to continue onward!! LOL

Wednesday Evening, November 15th, 'The Present' . . . Snape's Personal Chambers. . .

Snape sat quietly in the large chair, by the fireplace in his personal chambers.  His mind was ablaze, as ready to burn as the flames that reached out to him from across where he sat.  He was not surprised when a knock sounded on his door.  Oh no, he had been expecting it.

            "Enter," he stated simply.  He heard the quiet sound of footsteps approach and did not even retrain his gaze.  "Ah, yes, Mr. Malfoy.  How kind of you to stop by this evening," he sneered.

            Draco Malfoy snorted and regarded his potion's professor, his father's friend and, as he had just found out, deatheater spy.  "Oh, it's my pleasure, sir," Draco grinned rather slyly and sat down in a chair next to Snape's.

            "What brings you here?" Snape asked quietly, his gaze never flickering once.

            "Oh come on, Severus – let's not play this game shall we?" Draco sighed. 

            "Then what game shall you have us play, then?" the older, darker man finally moved, lunging forward in his chair to give a viscious gaze towards the younger boy across from him. 

            "We share the same secret, obviously and then some others," Draco stated quietly, not moving and not a bit intimidated by the matter.

            "Clarify, young master Malfoy," Snape flinched.  He knew what was coming but he had to be sure.

            "You no longer claim loyalty to the Dark Lord."

            Snape snickered.  "Bravo.  Anything else?"

            "You are working personally with Dumbledore and the Order of the Pheonix."

            Snape paced a bit, feeling his hear tighten, his breath shorten.

            "And," Draco moved a bit more forward from his chair, a bit of pleasure on his face, "and the best thing of all – you're fucking the boy-who-lived."

            Severus Snape felt his gut clench and leapt out of his chair.  "You nosey, deceitful dangerous brat!"

            Draco smirked and and chuckled.  "Come now, Severus – why so upset?  You didn't look upset when you had Potter pushed up against your desk as you –"  Draco gasped as the older man quickly grabbed his shirt collar so tightly it cut off his airflow making him choke.  "You know nothing of the matter – you dabble so lightly in other peoples lives – intruding where you do not belong – if you say one word, one . . ." Snape's grasp was weakening and his body had begun to shake.

            Draco jerked out of his head-of-house's grasp and laughed a bit amidst coughing to regain his composure.  "Oh right – you surely have the upper hand right now.  Do you honestly believe that I wouldn't find something worthwhile out of this?  Please."  He sat back down in the chair, crossing his ankles and looking a little more innocent than he actually ever was.  "Here's the thing – we can make a deal."

            It was Snape's turn to laugh.  "Oh yes, a deal – I'm sure."

            "If you still want to live another day then you'll listen to what I say," Draco stated quietly.

            Snape sat back down and held his head in his hands.  It was unbelievable.  Surreal.  Everything was quiet.  All he could hear was the wood burning in the fireplace – igniting in the darkness towards oblivion.  Oh what he wouldn't give to . . .

            "Was he willing?"

            The question came out of nowhere and it took Snape a moment to comprehend that it was directed towards him.  "What?" he asked quietly.

            "I said – was – he – willing . . . to let you fuck him?" Draco quirked an eyebrow.

            Snape swallowed.

            "Answer me," Draco stated quietly.

            Severus Snape sighed, letting go of everything.  "No."

            "No," Draco echoed.  "Such a shame.  Though when I came in it looked as though you had things, had him pretty well under control didn't you."

            "Shut up," Snape bit out.

            "Why did you do it?" Draco questioned again.

            "Are you going to tell me what you want or are we going to play with these endless questions!?!?" Snape roared, looking up with hatred in his dark eyes towards the young, stubborn boy.  They were, in every way, opposites.

            "We're going to stay up all night playing with these 'endless questions'," Draco retorted, his gaze full of fury.

            "What does it even matter to you," Snape bit out, his hand clutching the arms of his chair so tightly the furniture itself creaked with stress.

            "It matters.  It matters a great deal.  Why did you do it?"

            "I wanted him."

            "You wanted him?  Just that?" Draco shook his head and licked his lips. 

            "I wanted to betray him, I wanted him to feel the sorrow and shame that I –"  Snape's throat caught and the words ended there.

            "So sad," Draco murmured slowly.  "So, so sad."

            Neither of them moved, said a word.

            "You're just like your father," Snape chuckled.

            "Hardly a time for levity," Draco brushed off a loose string from his cloak sleeve.  "But yes, we are rather similar.  Did you and my Dad ever give it a go?"

            "Why yes we did you sick and twisted brat," Snape stated quietly.

            "I'm not surprised." Draco shrugged.  "Now then – here's the thing – here's what I'm asking."

            "Oh you're asking, are you?" Snape smirked.  "I'll just bet.

            Draco stood up, stretched and then went to stand in front of the potion's master.  "You want my silence on this matter – from the Dark Lord, from my father . . . from Dumbledore?  Then you leave Potter alone."

            Snape didn't move – didn't breath – he couldn't – it was anything but what he had expected from this Slytherin.

            Leave Potter alone?

            "You will not touch him, you will not fuck him, you will not even breathe around him," Draco stated quietly.  "I want Potter.  Potter is mine to have, to keep and to break.  Don't get in the way of that."

            Draco felt a power unlike any he had ever held over another being before – it was wonderful.  He turned to leave, his stride sure and his destination set.

            "Does it bother you that I had him first?"

            The words made him stop, clench his fists and grit his teeth.  He didn't even turn around, just kept his voice steady.  "No, it doesn't.  Because I'll have him last and always."  With that he set out into the evening filled halls of Hogwarts to find what was now his, to find Harry Potter.

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To be continued. . . .