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A/N: Sorry this chapter took over two months to write, I've just been lazy XD And once again, many thanks to all those who take the time out of their busy Fanfiction reading lives to comment on my homely story .
Chapter V
Draco was led by his professor to a small hallway in the back of the room which led left. There were four doors down the hall, two to the right, and two to the left. To the right, was a bathroom, which he found later in the night (which we will get to later) and next to that was a closet. On the left side were the two bedrooms, the Master Bedroom and the Guest Bedroom. The hallway itself was lit with a few candles which sparked on once they walked by.
Severus opened the nearest door to the left and opened it, which showed a normal sized room with just a four poster bed and a few other random pieces of furniture, like a dresser and a chaise. The tall professor mused for Draco to follow him into the room with the wave of his hand, and he did. His quicksilver eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but before he had the time to, a fireplace in the corner burst into life by a few words from Severus. He hadn't been able to see that there was a fireplace before in the dark.
He blinked and instinctively rubbed his eyes from the sudden orange light, and was able to see the room more clearly. He took his time in roaming around, familiarizing himself with the space, however "cozy" it was. He picked up a few books on the nearby desk pushed up against the wall, and looked them over to hear Severus' deep chuckling behind him. He turned around and gave his professor, who sat himself down on the side of the bed, a curious look. "What?"
The dark haired man shook his head slowly, his eyes closed. "You're only staying for a night. I doubt you'll be needing to look over the collection of books." Draco felt himself redden slightly, and he looked back down at the desk and shoved the book his was holding back in place. "I was just curious," he said, not turning back around as he stared at the desk drawers. For some reason, he felt a little hurt to realize that he was just staying here for one night. That he would leave the comfort of a single bedroom in the company of an adult he could trust by morning.
He heard the bed creak as Severus stood up, and slowly turned around. He looked up at the professor, and recognized again for as long as he had been at Hogwarts that this man was very very tall. There was an awkward moment where they just stood, facing each other in silence, until Severus broke it. "You should get some sleep. It's almost ten." Draco nodded, even though ten was hardly the time he even thought about sleep, he was more tired than normal at the moment.
"Yes," he replied in a more strong voice than he had used the rest of the night, and looked up to meet Severus' dark gaze. It was then he realized, when he was watching the man as he stood just in front of him, that he wasn't at all as he had assumed him to be. It was like he was seeing another side of him. The glow of the fire was blocked by him from Draco's view, and the orange light clung around the outline of his professor, making his appearance seem much softer. Like something out of a romance novel.
It made Draco want to touch him. Not in an intimate way, or anything, but just . . . feel him. See if the person in front of him was really there. It wasn't the Professor Snape that he recognized from the six going-on-seven years of Hogwarts he had attended. It was a human being, not a scary or intimidating professor, who was looking down at him with a concerned and yet tired expression. Not sleepy-tired, but just . . . tired of life. He started to realize maybe the two of them were alike in more ways he would have guessed, but that was just his mind going too fast and assuming things.
Once the second wave of silence had passed, Severus raised one of his pale hands and rested it on Draco's shoulder gently. "Goodnight then. I'll wake you early, so you can get back to your Dormitory before your roommates wake." Ah, yes. Damn it for being a Thursday evening. What he wouldn't have given for it to be Friday. But life was never convenient for Draco. It seldom seemed to work out the way he wanted. The blonde nodded, smiled his thanks mechanically, and watched his professor leave. The click of the door closing stirred Draco back into movement, and he advanced towards the comfortable looking bed.
It was the beginning of winter, which meant it was awfully cold in the lower parts of the castle. And Severus' quarters were in the dungeons, one of the coldest places in the school. Naturally, Draco was glad for the warm firelight beside his bed, which Severus had graciously lit for him before he left. He murmured a silent thanks for his professor, and then crawled into the bed after kicking off his shoes. He didn't mind sleeping in his clothes- he had done it quite often before when he just felt too miserable to change.
He crawled into the middle of the big mattress on the bed, and pulled the covers back. They were cold from being left alone so long, and Draco was grateful that they were soft, fluffy cotton. Silk sheets could get so uncomfortable in the winter, they stayed cold no matter how much body heat he mustered up. He took off his tie, hung it around one of the posters of the bed, loosened his first few shirt buttons, and then situated himself under the comfortable blankets.
The coldness in them wore off quickly once he had settled and adjusted to his body temperature and the fire's warmth. He sighed comfortably, drinking in these simple luxuries as he closed his tired eyes. If he listened closely, behind the sound of the fire crackling, he could hear Severus' footsteps as he walked around not in the front room, but the room next to him. The Master Bedroom. He figured his professor had to get to sleep earlier than everyone else, since he was required to wake up at an ungodly hour of the morning.
He yawned once, and curled up on his side, taking the blankets with him and thriving in their newfound warmth. He was so comfortable, that by the time he found a comfortable spot curled up against the pillow and the soft feather mattress, he fell victim to sleep.
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Those cold hands were exploring him again, but they weren't taking there time. They were skimming down his flesh in feathery touches that made him arch his back and shudder unpleasantly. His father seemed to like his reaction, and leaned down to bite his son's neck. The young blonde bit back a groan at his father's doings, his silver eyes shut tight.
The feel of long blonde hair skimming over his bare chest and stomach made him want to scream more than the wandering hands did. He wanted to tell him to stop, push him off, bite him, hurt him . . . anything to get this man off of him and to leave him alone. But nothing would work, as he knew from past experiences, and so he just lay there and let his father continue. His whole body was tense, and he was reduced to a groaning and shivering boy.
Lucius placed his hands on the boy's hips, his thumbs hooking onto the rim of Draco's boxers. They slid off quite easily under his fingers, as they always had before. Once the material slid down enough that Lucius could take them off, he did just that. He tossed the clothing off the side of the bed, not giving any thought to it, and leaned down for the "kill".
His hands were cold. Why were they always so cold? And as those pale digits wrapped around his most sensitive area, he bucked his hips up and gasped. Because that was what Lucius was expecting, and sure enough those mischievous silver eyes were lit with a lusty fire. He pressed on, running his hands over his offspring's flawless skin in a rather sensual manner that made Draco feel sick.
Strangely, there was no talking this time. No whispered dirty words or sweet nothings in his ear tonight. It was just silence. Perhaps it was better this way. Whenever Lucius bothered to whisper "I love you," his head would swim unpleasantly, and his stomach would tie up in knots. Back and forth his father's fingers went, skimming every inch of him and leaving a burning trail in their wake. But it was unpleasant. Very unpleasant.
He tossed his head to the side slowly, blonde locks blinding him from the sight of his father temporarily. His father moaned something inaudible, pressed himself against Draco's entrance, and he finally lost his composure.
"STOP!"
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"Stop?"
Draco found himself tangled up in a bundle of soft, and very uncomfortably warm blankets. The fire had been relit, and was dancing passionately in the corner. The whole room had a sort of sunset glow to it, even though it couldn't have been earlier than midnight. His mercury eyes shifted around until they fell on the Potions Master, who was leaned over and examining him curiously.
"Stop what, Mr. Malfoy?"
He sat up slowly and raised a hand to his forehead, when he realized something very unsettling. "Oh God . . ." he whispered, grabbing for the blankets and holding them tight against himself. But instead of hiding the fact that he had been aroused by a very sickening dream, another wave hit him. This time it was nausea.
Draco stood up quickly, pushing past his professor to hurry down the hall. He made it to the bathroom just in time, but he didn't make it to the toilet. He settled for the sink instead, since he figured Professor Snape would certainly not be happy about vomit all over his bathroom floor. The bile came up his throat without warning, and the retching noises that ensued could be heard all the way to the bedroom.
Once the stinging in his throat had cleared, and he was certain there was nothing left in his stomach to come up, Draco weakly turned on the taps to wash it down. By this time, Severus had come into the bathroom and flicked on a few candles. There was a hint of worry that was etched on his face, especially since this was his star pupil. Once Draco had slumped to the ground and held his stomach, his Professor knelt beside him as well.
"I think it's about time you've told me what's troubling you, Malfoy."
Draco groaned. He couldn't live another night like this, and they were beginning to grow endless. Severus watched him with an unwavering black gaze, but when Draco said nothing he stood up and left the room.
Great. Was he mad with Draco? Was he upset because there was something that Malfoy wasn't telling him? He sighed and curled his knees against his chest, his head bowed incase another nauseous wave hit him without warning. At least he would be close to the bathroom now. He was shaking from the dream, the retching, and the painful arousal he still had. Not to mention the thought that he had upset the one adult that he had learned to trust.
But Severus wasn't upset. Nor did he leave Draco for much longer than fifteen minutes. He came back with a vial of dark blue liquid, and it appeared to be slightly metallic. The blonde boy on the floor looked at it curiously, before getting his still burning throat to manage a sentence. "What is that?" he croaked, standing up slowly.
Severus handed the glass to Draco without delay and then led him out of the bathroom. "A dreamless sleep potion. I have plenty stored, and I want you to get a good night's rest. You're obviously sick, and I won't have you going to classes tomorrow."
Draco would have been delighted, had he been in his normal mood. Now, he just felt sick, tired, slightly horny (to his disgust) and miserable. "It's a Friday, Professor, I-"
"I know what tomorrow is. You aren't going to your classes. Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No, Sir."
Severus smirked. He loved winning arguments, even if they were against someone he liked. "Good. Now drink half of that, and if you wake up again, take the rest or come to see me." He mused Draco back into the guest bedroom before turning heel to leave again.
"Professor?"
He paused, ran a hand through his dark hair, and looked back at the student who was still standing in the doorway, looking up at him quietly. He had never seen Draco like this before. He looked . . . vulnerable. "What?"
Draco looked at the vial, and then up at his Professor. "I . . . Don't tell anyone. About this. Please." Severus could tell how this would be a very personal matter, so he nodded before walking down the hall back to his own room, leaving Malfoy to watch him retreat before closing the door to his room.
He sat down once more on his bed, looked the vial over, and raised an eyebrow. Dreamless sleep potion? He hadn't heard of that one before. He popped the top off and made sure to take precisely half of the bottle, before setting it down on the nightstands next to his folded black robes. As for his arousal, he would attempt to sleep it off. It would be hard, but he doubted taking a cold shower in the middle of the night would have made Professor Snape much happier.
And so, he tucked himself back under the still warm blankets, his mind slowly running over the nights events, before he fell asleep again. And he had a peaceful, dreamless slumber for the first time in ages, until dawn approached his window.
TBC. Once again, many thanks to all reviewers! Unless you're a flamer . . . then you can just go away.
A/N: Sorry this chapter took over two months to write, I've just been lazy XD And once again, many thanks to all those who take the time out of their busy Fanfiction reading lives to comment on my homely story .
Chapter V
Draco was led by his professor to a small hallway in the back of the room which led left. There were four doors down the hall, two to the right, and two to the left. To the right, was a bathroom, which he found later in the night (which we will get to later) and next to that was a closet. On the left side were the two bedrooms, the Master Bedroom and the Guest Bedroom. The hallway itself was lit with a few candles which sparked on once they walked by.
Severus opened the nearest door to the left and opened it, which showed a normal sized room with just a four poster bed and a few other random pieces of furniture, like a dresser and a chaise. The tall professor mused for Draco to follow him into the room with the wave of his hand, and he did. His quicksilver eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but before he had the time to, a fireplace in the corner burst into life by a few words from Severus. He hadn't been able to see that there was a fireplace before in the dark.
He blinked and instinctively rubbed his eyes from the sudden orange light, and was able to see the room more clearly. He took his time in roaming around, familiarizing himself with the space, however "cozy" it was. He picked up a few books on the nearby desk pushed up against the wall, and looked them over to hear Severus' deep chuckling behind him. He turned around and gave his professor, who sat himself down on the side of the bed, a curious look. "What?"
The dark haired man shook his head slowly, his eyes closed. "You're only staying for a night. I doubt you'll be needing to look over the collection of books." Draco felt himself redden slightly, and he looked back down at the desk and shoved the book his was holding back in place. "I was just curious," he said, not turning back around as he stared at the desk drawers. For some reason, he felt a little hurt to realize that he was just staying here for one night. That he would leave the comfort of a single bedroom in the company of an adult he could trust by morning.
He heard the bed creak as Severus stood up, and slowly turned around. He looked up at the professor, and recognized again for as long as he had been at Hogwarts that this man was very very tall. There was an awkward moment where they just stood, facing each other in silence, until Severus broke it. "You should get some sleep. It's almost ten." Draco nodded, even though ten was hardly the time he even thought about sleep, he was more tired than normal at the moment.
"Yes," he replied in a more strong voice than he had used the rest of the night, and looked up to meet Severus' dark gaze. It was then he realized, when he was watching the man as he stood just in front of him, that he wasn't at all as he had assumed him to be. It was like he was seeing another side of him. The glow of the fire was blocked by him from Draco's view, and the orange light clung around the outline of his professor, making his appearance seem much softer. Like something out of a romance novel.
It made Draco want to touch him. Not in an intimate way, or anything, but just . . . feel him. See if the person in front of him was really there. It wasn't the Professor Snape that he recognized from the six going-on-seven years of Hogwarts he had attended. It was a human being, not a scary or intimidating professor, who was looking down at him with a concerned and yet tired expression. Not sleepy-tired, but just . . . tired of life. He started to realize maybe the two of them were alike in more ways he would have guessed, but that was just his mind going too fast and assuming things.
Once the second wave of silence had passed, Severus raised one of his pale hands and rested it on Draco's shoulder gently. "Goodnight then. I'll wake you early, so you can get back to your Dormitory before your roommates wake." Ah, yes. Damn it for being a Thursday evening. What he wouldn't have given for it to be Friday. But life was never convenient for Draco. It seldom seemed to work out the way he wanted. The blonde nodded, smiled his thanks mechanically, and watched his professor leave. The click of the door closing stirred Draco back into movement, and he advanced towards the comfortable looking bed.
It was the beginning of winter, which meant it was awfully cold in the lower parts of the castle. And Severus' quarters were in the dungeons, one of the coldest places in the school. Naturally, Draco was glad for the warm firelight beside his bed, which Severus had graciously lit for him before he left. He murmured a silent thanks for his professor, and then crawled into the bed after kicking off his shoes. He didn't mind sleeping in his clothes- he had done it quite often before when he just felt too miserable to change.
He crawled into the middle of the big mattress on the bed, and pulled the covers back. They were cold from being left alone so long, and Draco was grateful that they were soft, fluffy cotton. Silk sheets could get so uncomfortable in the winter, they stayed cold no matter how much body heat he mustered up. He took off his tie, hung it around one of the posters of the bed, loosened his first few shirt buttons, and then situated himself under the comfortable blankets.
The coldness in them wore off quickly once he had settled and adjusted to his body temperature and the fire's warmth. He sighed comfortably, drinking in these simple luxuries as he closed his tired eyes. If he listened closely, behind the sound of the fire crackling, he could hear Severus' footsteps as he walked around not in the front room, but the room next to him. The Master Bedroom. He figured his professor had to get to sleep earlier than everyone else, since he was required to wake up at an ungodly hour of the morning.
He yawned once, and curled up on his side, taking the blankets with him and thriving in their newfound warmth. He was so comfortable, that by the time he found a comfortable spot curled up against the pillow and the soft feather mattress, he fell victim to sleep.
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Those cold hands were exploring him again, but they weren't taking there time. They were skimming down his flesh in feathery touches that made him arch his back and shudder unpleasantly. His father seemed to like his reaction, and leaned down to bite his son's neck. The young blonde bit back a groan at his father's doings, his silver eyes shut tight.
The feel of long blonde hair skimming over his bare chest and stomach made him want to scream more than the wandering hands did. He wanted to tell him to stop, push him off, bite him, hurt him . . . anything to get this man off of him and to leave him alone. But nothing would work, as he knew from past experiences, and so he just lay there and let his father continue. His whole body was tense, and he was reduced to a groaning and shivering boy.
Lucius placed his hands on the boy's hips, his thumbs hooking onto the rim of Draco's boxers. They slid off quite easily under his fingers, as they always had before. Once the material slid down enough that Lucius could take them off, he did just that. He tossed the clothing off the side of the bed, not giving any thought to it, and leaned down for the "kill".
His hands were cold. Why were they always so cold? And as those pale digits wrapped around his most sensitive area, he bucked his hips up and gasped. Because that was what Lucius was expecting, and sure enough those mischievous silver eyes were lit with a lusty fire. He pressed on, running his hands over his offspring's flawless skin in a rather sensual manner that made Draco feel sick.
Strangely, there was no talking this time. No whispered dirty words or sweet nothings in his ear tonight. It was just silence. Perhaps it was better this way. Whenever Lucius bothered to whisper "I love you," his head would swim unpleasantly, and his stomach would tie up in knots. Back and forth his father's fingers went, skimming every inch of him and leaving a burning trail in their wake. But it was unpleasant. Very unpleasant.
He tossed his head to the side slowly, blonde locks blinding him from the sight of his father temporarily. His father moaned something inaudible, pressed himself against Draco's entrance, and he finally lost his composure.
"STOP!"
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"Stop?"
Draco found himself tangled up in a bundle of soft, and very uncomfortably warm blankets. The fire had been relit, and was dancing passionately in the corner. The whole room had a sort of sunset glow to it, even though it couldn't have been earlier than midnight. His mercury eyes shifted around until they fell on the Potions Master, who was leaned over and examining him curiously.
"Stop what, Mr. Malfoy?"
He sat up slowly and raised a hand to his forehead, when he realized something very unsettling. "Oh God . . ." he whispered, grabbing for the blankets and holding them tight against himself. But instead of hiding the fact that he had been aroused by a very sickening dream, another wave hit him. This time it was nausea.
Draco stood up quickly, pushing past his professor to hurry down the hall. He made it to the bathroom just in time, but he didn't make it to the toilet. He settled for the sink instead, since he figured Professor Snape would certainly not be happy about vomit all over his bathroom floor. The bile came up his throat without warning, and the retching noises that ensued could be heard all the way to the bedroom.
Once the stinging in his throat had cleared, and he was certain there was nothing left in his stomach to come up, Draco weakly turned on the taps to wash it down. By this time, Severus had come into the bathroom and flicked on a few candles. There was a hint of worry that was etched on his face, especially since this was his star pupil. Once Draco had slumped to the ground and held his stomach, his Professor knelt beside him as well.
"I think it's about time you've told me what's troubling you, Malfoy."
Draco groaned. He couldn't live another night like this, and they were beginning to grow endless. Severus watched him with an unwavering black gaze, but when Draco said nothing he stood up and left the room.
Great. Was he mad with Draco? Was he upset because there was something that Malfoy wasn't telling him? He sighed and curled his knees against his chest, his head bowed incase another nauseous wave hit him without warning. At least he would be close to the bathroom now. He was shaking from the dream, the retching, and the painful arousal he still had. Not to mention the thought that he had upset the one adult that he had learned to trust.
But Severus wasn't upset. Nor did he leave Draco for much longer than fifteen minutes. He came back with a vial of dark blue liquid, and it appeared to be slightly metallic. The blonde boy on the floor looked at it curiously, before getting his still burning throat to manage a sentence. "What is that?" he croaked, standing up slowly.
Severus handed the glass to Draco without delay and then led him out of the bathroom. "A dreamless sleep potion. I have plenty stored, and I want you to get a good night's rest. You're obviously sick, and I won't have you going to classes tomorrow."
Draco would have been delighted, had he been in his normal mood. Now, he just felt sick, tired, slightly horny (to his disgust) and miserable. "It's a Friday, Professor, I-"
"I know what tomorrow is. You aren't going to your classes. Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No, Sir."
Severus smirked. He loved winning arguments, even if they were against someone he liked. "Good. Now drink half of that, and if you wake up again, take the rest or come to see me." He mused Draco back into the guest bedroom before turning heel to leave again.
"Professor?"
He paused, ran a hand through his dark hair, and looked back at the student who was still standing in the doorway, looking up at him quietly. He had never seen Draco like this before. He looked . . . vulnerable. "What?"
Draco looked at the vial, and then up at his Professor. "I . . . Don't tell anyone. About this. Please." Severus could tell how this would be a very personal matter, so he nodded before walking down the hall back to his own room, leaving Malfoy to watch him retreat before closing the door to his room.
He sat down once more on his bed, looked the vial over, and raised an eyebrow. Dreamless sleep potion? He hadn't heard of that one before. He popped the top off and made sure to take precisely half of the bottle, before setting it down on the nightstands next to his folded black robes. As for his arousal, he would attempt to sleep it off. It would be hard, but he doubted taking a cold shower in the middle of the night would have made Professor Snape much happier.
And so, he tucked himself back under the still warm blankets, his mind slowly running over the nights events, before he fell asleep again. And he had a peaceful, dreamless slumber for the first time in ages, until dawn approached his window.
TBC. Once again, many thanks to all reviewers! Unless you're a flamer . . . then you can just go away.