Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
A/N: First of all, don't be fooled by the title. I had trouble coming up with one, and the title does fit in with the story for the most part. Second, I am warning you right now, this fanfiction will get very sexual. If you dislike male/male pairing then you shouldn't read this. Also, my friend Cheesy (EvilCheesyLepricornofDoom) and I were kind of writing our stories together, but not, if you know what I mean. So some things may be a bit similar to her story that is in my story. Her story actually is the thing that inspired me to write one like this. So, I think that is all I need to say right now. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1:
The Hogwarts Express rumbled swiftly down the track toward another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All the booths on board were packed with first years and returning students; the atmosphere buzzed with nervous tension, remembrance, and excitement of what was to come with the new school year. Outside the sun could be seen heading toward the horizon, casting small shadows that yearned to stretch across the long red metal frame of the train. Steam billowing out of the smoke stack rose to meet the clouds that reflected the changing colors of the sky. Now was the time for the trolleys carrying wizarding treats to make another appearance. Students pulled piles of currency out of their pockets, just asking for their teeth to rot, and the witch steering the cart making sure that the process got moved along.
Rapping slightly on one of the cabin doors, the trolley witch called out, "Any sweets?"
The door opened abruptly and somewhat violently, revealing a lone boy occupying the booth. His bleached blonde hair stood strikingly out against the black outer robe covering his torso and spilling toward the floor. Beneath several locks, ice blue eyes could be seen carrying a weary yet mysterious gaze. The boy was tall for a student, and the witch judged him to be an upperclassman. The shadows from the slowly fading light played across his unearthly handsome features. It was only a couple moments later that the woman realized she had been staring at him in silence, her mouth slightly agape.
"Uh, would you like anything to eat?" she asked again quickly, trying to recover from her mesmerized look.
Instead of answering, the boy reached into his pocket, extracting several coins. Dropping them slowly into her outstretched palm, he said, "Bertie Bots Every Flavor Bean."
Despite the deep resonation, he seemed to have a naturally beautiful tone to his voice. The trolley witch knew it held a sort of lingering power that could trap just about anybody. A certain edge in his voice hinted of danger and aggression. Nothing else could give away that much emotion as the unspoken truths did.
Realizing she had been staring again, the woman clamped her hand around the gold and handed the student his box of flavored beans. She looked down at the money in her hand, realizing he had given her more than enough.
"Is that all you want? One box?" she asked, a tinge of nervousness on the edge of her voice. This child was a peculiar one and she didn't want to find out what would happen should he get angry.
"Yes. One is all I need. Keep the change."
Without another word, the young wizard shut the booth door, leaving the woman somewhat stunned in the trains aisle. One more moment of silence and then the trolley witch navigated the cart once again, taking all the noise it made along for the ride. The young man was still fresh in her mind as she continued her work. She would find out that it would be nearly impossible to forget that comely face and those cold, mysterious eyes.
He listened to the trolley make its way to another booth and the witch ask her usual question that the students had heard at least hundreds of times before. Draco Malfoy leaned back against the overstuffed backrest, safe within the confines of the room from the wandering woman, at least for now. He popped open the box of multi-flavored beans he held in his hands, his hands resting in his lap. Placing one in his mouth, Draco turned his head to look out the window to his left. The sky was getting darker, the day was dwindling, but the students on the train showed no signs off ceasing their conversations. The leftover cherry flavor on his taste buds was diminishing, so he popped another bean into his mouth. Earwax.
Draco didn't mind the silence before the storm. In fact, it was somewhat soothing, and it gave him time to think. Relations with Crabbe and Goyle seemed to have faded over the years. Now loneliness seemed like a distinct and common emotion; it meant nothing to him. Still being able to strike fear in the hearts of others and being able to manipulate almost anyone he wanted was what really thrilled this Slytherin. Having a sense of power and control made him feel comfortable, safe. Draco would do anything to keep it. Anyone would. He had just been a lucky one to be born to the correct family with the correct and rare traits.
The sun was now sinking slowly behind the horizon outside, the lights it created playing across every inch of surface on the earth it could reach. A ray of sunlight shone through the train window and fell across his pale, placid face. He extracted another piece of candy from its box. This distinct green bean tasted nothing less then grass. Draco chewed it slowly, only stopping to swallow the remains. He was glad to be going back to Hogwarts, to escape the man who had the nerve to call himself his father. The only thing Lucius Malfoy thought about his son was creating a mini clone of him. Draco was different, though; he didn't want to be like his father. He recalled a certain memory from the year before that his father would greatly disapprove of if he ever found out. But he wouldn't. This memory was what drove Draco back to Hogwarts the most. His father not knowing about it made it all the more irresistible.
Draco listened to the steady drone of the trains wheels, although the incident was still fresh in his mind. He smirked slightly, popping another bean into his mouth. The sun had sunk completely behind the horizon now, casting dark shadows out of their hiding places to wreak havoc on the world. The train became engulfed in darkness every now and then as it trekked along toward an eventful year at its set destination, though the passengers on board were unaware of what was to come.
~*~
The Great Hall was alive with the trains unfinished conversations and new ones that had come with meeting familiar faces not seen on the transportation system. The ceiling above was enchanted with the cloudless night sky, but none of the students paid much attention to it. In their opinions the spectacle was only breathtaking during the first year of their school career. Now it seemed to have lost all of its appeal. The long wooden house tables were seas of green, red, blue, and yellow house patches. The colored banners representing the four houses were strategically placed around their corresponding house table. Golden plates, trays, and goblets littered the tabletops. All were empty. Some of the students felt the weight of hunger overcoming their stomachs. As the large double doors separating the Great Hall from the halls opened, they were the first to cease talking.
Severus Snape sat at the head of the Great Hall with all the other Professors. He watched Minerva McGonagall lead the new first years into the Great Hall and toward the head table. He was thankful for the silence that was carried with them as they piled into the large room. It wasn't even the first day of classes and already he had a bit of a headache. He could only dread what was to come with the rest of the week. First years always seemed to annoy him. In fact, one year seemed to stand out in his mind the most; it was years ago and the famous Harry Potter had decided to grace Hogwarts with his presence. Instantly, Snape had been reminded of James, and instantly he disliked the boy. He was overjoyed to find that a certain Slytherin student had come to detest the Potter boy just as much, if not more. Memories of an event the previous year flooded into the Professors mind. Before they had time to organize into something greater, Snape shook them from his head. He needed to pay attention to the ceremony at hand.
Minerva was already calling kids up to be sorted into the four different houses. Severus had been so caught up in his thoughts that he had missed Albus Dumbledore's, the headmaster of Hogwarts, beginning speech. He watched a first year boy step away from the wooden stool and move happily toward the Gryffindor table, where cheers were emanating loudly. He then saw Minerva glance down at her parchment for the next name on the list.
"Lofter, Violet," she called to the crowd.
Snape watched a small girl toward the middle of the group making her way to the front. She walked slowly to the stool and took a seat. She seemed nervous as McGonagall placed the old, ratty sorting hat atop her short sandy blonde hair. Being nervous or scared was normal for first years. After all, they were entering their first wizarding school. Since the 'boy who lived' attended this school, there might be extra tension added to those feelings because of all the attacks.
"Slytherin!" the sorting hat called out to the occupants in the Great Hall, only seconds after resting on Violet's head.
The hat was lifted into the air, and the young girl walked happily to her table to the sound of her peers cheering. Snape thought it appropriate to applaud the student who just got accepted into the house he was head of. He clapped lightly while looking at all the faces seated at the Slytherin table. These students were his, his responsibility. Snape froze in mid- clap. His eyes grew wide as he stared back at his watcher. Two icy blue eyes had caught his brown ones and refused to let them go. The pale hands continued to slowly clap even though the mind of the person they belonged to was somewhere else entirely. It was Draco Malfoy. Snape couldn't breath, though his heart raced. A suggestive smirk played at the boys lips, and the memories Snape had fought so hard to forget finally broke through his mental shield.
*It was suddenly Summer. Everyone was expected to be outside on a day like today. But Snape was inside, in a broom closet. He wasn't alone. Those same icy blue eyes stared back at him. They slowly disappeared as Draco lowered himself toward Snape's abdomen. Something exploded inside of him as he felt the boy's mouth engulf him. Minutes of silent, unknown feelings. How had this even started? Everything seemed to exist in this moment alone. All recollection of previous events or conversations were forgotten. Draco resurfaced, grinning. Snape was breathing hard and his heart was racing. They just stared at each other for a couple seconds, then Draco slowly filled the gap between their mouths. Snape closed his eyes tightly as a weight ascended onto his lips. He felt a wet tongue gently push past his closed lips and massage his own tongue. How had things gotten so out of hand? *
Severus snapped back to the present. His hands were still motionless in the air as if he were about to clap them together. Slowly he lowered them, noticing that the Great Hall was now entirely quiet. He watched the last first year step up to the stool and take a seat. He prayed that no one had noticed his mental leave of absence that ended only seconds earlier.
"Hufflepuff!" the black hat chimed out.
Applause broke out across the room, the Hufflepuffs cheering the loudest. Snape was still too shaken up to clap. He probably wouldn't have clapped if he felt better, anyway. He just wanted this day to end. A good nights rest was all he needed. Then he would start fresh the next morning. Everything would get better.
Albus Dumbledore stood up and instantly the entire hall became silent. It was tradition for the headmaster to speak in front of the whole school before dinner was served on the first night. Severus just hoped he would hurry up. Maybe eating would help clear his mind.
"I would like to welcome all returning students back to Hogwarts for what I hope will be another splendid year," he began in his raspy voice. There was a great cheer from the hall. Dumbledore waited until it was quiet again before he continued. "I would also like to welcome all first years. I hope this year will leave a good impression for the following to come." Another cheer arose. This time the headmaster motioned to the students to cease the noise. "Now, let the feast begin." With a wave of his old hand, the empty trays and goblets instantly filled with piles of the most delicious looking food and the most thirst quenching drinks.
A/N: First of all, don't be fooled by the title. I had trouble coming up with one, and the title does fit in with the story for the most part. Second, I am warning you right now, this fanfiction will get very sexual. If you dislike male/male pairing then you shouldn't read this. Also, my friend Cheesy (EvilCheesyLepricornofDoom) and I were kind of writing our stories together, but not, if you know what I mean. So some things may be a bit similar to her story that is in my story. Her story actually is the thing that inspired me to write one like this. So, I think that is all I need to say right now. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1:
The Hogwarts Express rumbled swiftly down the track toward another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All the booths on board were packed with first years and returning students; the atmosphere buzzed with nervous tension, remembrance, and excitement of what was to come with the new school year. Outside the sun could be seen heading toward the horizon, casting small shadows that yearned to stretch across the long red metal frame of the train. Steam billowing out of the smoke stack rose to meet the clouds that reflected the changing colors of the sky. Now was the time for the trolleys carrying wizarding treats to make another appearance. Students pulled piles of currency out of their pockets, just asking for their teeth to rot, and the witch steering the cart making sure that the process got moved along.
Rapping slightly on one of the cabin doors, the trolley witch called out, "Any sweets?"
The door opened abruptly and somewhat violently, revealing a lone boy occupying the booth. His bleached blonde hair stood strikingly out against the black outer robe covering his torso and spilling toward the floor. Beneath several locks, ice blue eyes could be seen carrying a weary yet mysterious gaze. The boy was tall for a student, and the witch judged him to be an upperclassman. The shadows from the slowly fading light played across his unearthly handsome features. It was only a couple moments later that the woman realized she had been staring at him in silence, her mouth slightly agape.
"Uh, would you like anything to eat?" she asked again quickly, trying to recover from her mesmerized look.
Instead of answering, the boy reached into his pocket, extracting several coins. Dropping them slowly into her outstretched palm, he said, "Bertie Bots Every Flavor Bean."
Despite the deep resonation, he seemed to have a naturally beautiful tone to his voice. The trolley witch knew it held a sort of lingering power that could trap just about anybody. A certain edge in his voice hinted of danger and aggression. Nothing else could give away that much emotion as the unspoken truths did.
Realizing she had been staring again, the woman clamped her hand around the gold and handed the student his box of flavored beans. She looked down at the money in her hand, realizing he had given her more than enough.
"Is that all you want? One box?" she asked, a tinge of nervousness on the edge of her voice. This child was a peculiar one and she didn't want to find out what would happen should he get angry.
"Yes. One is all I need. Keep the change."
Without another word, the young wizard shut the booth door, leaving the woman somewhat stunned in the trains aisle. One more moment of silence and then the trolley witch navigated the cart once again, taking all the noise it made along for the ride. The young man was still fresh in her mind as she continued her work. She would find out that it would be nearly impossible to forget that comely face and those cold, mysterious eyes.
He listened to the trolley make its way to another booth and the witch ask her usual question that the students had heard at least hundreds of times before. Draco Malfoy leaned back against the overstuffed backrest, safe within the confines of the room from the wandering woman, at least for now. He popped open the box of multi-flavored beans he held in his hands, his hands resting in his lap. Placing one in his mouth, Draco turned his head to look out the window to his left. The sky was getting darker, the day was dwindling, but the students on the train showed no signs off ceasing their conversations. The leftover cherry flavor on his taste buds was diminishing, so he popped another bean into his mouth. Earwax.
Draco didn't mind the silence before the storm. In fact, it was somewhat soothing, and it gave him time to think. Relations with Crabbe and Goyle seemed to have faded over the years. Now loneliness seemed like a distinct and common emotion; it meant nothing to him. Still being able to strike fear in the hearts of others and being able to manipulate almost anyone he wanted was what really thrilled this Slytherin. Having a sense of power and control made him feel comfortable, safe. Draco would do anything to keep it. Anyone would. He had just been a lucky one to be born to the correct family with the correct and rare traits.
The sun was now sinking slowly behind the horizon outside, the lights it created playing across every inch of surface on the earth it could reach. A ray of sunlight shone through the train window and fell across his pale, placid face. He extracted another piece of candy from its box. This distinct green bean tasted nothing less then grass. Draco chewed it slowly, only stopping to swallow the remains. He was glad to be going back to Hogwarts, to escape the man who had the nerve to call himself his father. The only thing Lucius Malfoy thought about his son was creating a mini clone of him. Draco was different, though; he didn't want to be like his father. He recalled a certain memory from the year before that his father would greatly disapprove of if he ever found out. But he wouldn't. This memory was what drove Draco back to Hogwarts the most. His father not knowing about it made it all the more irresistible.
Draco listened to the steady drone of the trains wheels, although the incident was still fresh in his mind. He smirked slightly, popping another bean into his mouth. The sun had sunk completely behind the horizon now, casting dark shadows out of their hiding places to wreak havoc on the world. The train became engulfed in darkness every now and then as it trekked along toward an eventful year at its set destination, though the passengers on board were unaware of what was to come.
~*~
The Great Hall was alive with the trains unfinished conversations and new ones that had come with meeting familiar faces not seen on the transportation system. The ceiling above was enchanted with the cloudless night sky, but none of the students paid much attention to it. In their opinions the spectacle was only breathtaking during the first year of their school career. Now it seemed to have lost all of its appeal. The long wooden house tables were seas of green, red, blue, and yellow house patches. The colored banners representing the four houses were strategically placed around their corresponding house table. Golden plates, trays, and goblets littered the tabletops. All were empty. Some of the students felt the weight of hunger overcoming their stomachs. As the large double doors separating the Great Hall from the halls opened, they were the first to cease talking.
Severus Snape sat at the head of the Great Hall with all the other Professors. He watched Minerva McGonagall lead the new first years into the Great Hall and toward the head table. He was thankful for the silence that was carried with them as they piled into the large room. It wasn't even the first day of classes and already he had a bit of a headache. He could only dread what was to come with the rest of the week. First years always seemed to annoy him. In fact, one year seemed to stand out in his mind the most; it was years ago and the famous Harry Potter had decided to grace Hogwarts with his presence. Instantly, Snape had been reminded of James, and instantly he disliked the boy. He was overjoyed to find that a certain Slytherin student had come to detest the Potter boy just as much, if not more. Memories of an event the previous year flooded into the Professors mind. Before they had time to organize into something greater, Snape shook them from his head. He needed to pay attention to the ceremony at hand.
Minerva was already calling kids up to be sorted into the four different houses. Severus had been so caught up in his thoughts that he had missed Albus Dumbledore's, the headmaster of Hogwarts, beginning speech. He watched a first year boy step away from the wooden stool and move happily toward the Gryffindor table, where cheers were emanating loudly. He then saw Minerva glance down at her parchment for the next name on the list.
"Lofter, Violet," she called to the crowd.
Snape watched a small girl toward the middle of the group making her way to the front. She walked slowly to the stool and took a seat. She seemed nervous as McGonagall placed the old, ratty sorting hat atop her short sandy blonde hair. Being nervous or scared was normal for first years. After all, they were entering their first wizarding school. Since the 'boy who lived' attended this school, there might be extra tension added to those feelings because of all the attacks.
"Slytherin!" the sorting hat called out to the occupants in the Great Hall, only seconds after resting on Violet's head.
The hat was lifted into the air, and the young girl walked happily to her table to the sound of her peers cheering. Snape thought it appropriate to applaud the student who just got accepted into the house he was head of. He clapped lightly while looking at all the faces seated at the Slytherin table. These students were his, his responsibility. Snape froze in mid- clap. His eyes grew wide as he stared back at his watcher. Two icy blue eyes had caught his brown ones and refused to let them go. The pale hands continued to slowly clap even though the mind of the person they belonged to was somewhere else entirely. It was Draco Malfoy. Snape couldn't breath, though his heart raced. A suggestive smirk played at the boys lips, and the memories Snape had fought so hard to forget finally broke through his mental shield.
*It was suddenly Summer. Everyone was expected to be outside on a day like today. But Snape was inside, in a broom closet. He wasn't alone. Those same icy blue eyes stared back at him. They slowly disappeared as Draco lowered himself toward Snape's abdomen. Something exploded inside of him as he felt the boy's mouth engulf him. Minutes of silent, unknown feelings. How had this even started? Everything seemed to exist in this moment alone. All recollection of previous events or conversations were forgotten. Draco resurfaced, grinning. Snape was breathing hard and his heart was racing. They just stared at each other for a couple seconds, then Draco slowly filled the gap between their mouths. Snape closed his eyes tightly as a weight ascended onto his lips. He felt a wet tongue gently push past his closed lips and massage his own tongue. How had things gotten so out of hand? *
Severus snapped back to the present. His hands were still motionless in the air as if he were about to clap them together. Slowly he lowered them, noticing that the Great Hall was now entirely quiet. He watched the last first year step up to the stool and take a seat. He prayed that no one had noticed his mental leave of absence that ended only seconds earlier.
"Hufflepuff!" the black hat chimed out.
Applause broke out across the room, the Hufflepuffs cheering the loudest. Snape was still too shaken up to clap. He probably wouldn't have clapped if he felt better, anyway. He just wanted this day to end. A good nights rest was all he needed. Then he would start fresh the next morning. Everything would get better.
Albus Dumbledore stood up and instantly the entire hall became silent. It was tradition for the headmaster to speak in front of the whole school before dinner was served on the first night. Severus just hoped he would hurry up. Maybe eating would help clear his mind.
"I would like to welcome all returning students back to Hogwarts for what I hope will be another splendid year," he began in his raspy voice. There was a great cheer from the hall. Dumbledore waited until it was quiet again before he continued. "I would also like to welcome all first years. I hope this year will leave a good impression for the following to come." Another cheer arose. This time the headmaster motioned to the students to cease the noise. "Now, let the feast begin." With a wave of his old hand, the empty trays and goblets instantly filled with piles of the most delicious looking food and the most thirst quenching drinks.