Title: The Dragon Pendant

Chapter: Ten, Part 2

Author: DaemonGirl or aka Phoenix

Rating: bordering between R and NC-17 for sexual relations and violence, maybe language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Co, just borrowing them for a little while then putting them back where they belong. I also do not own any songs mentioned either.

"It all started when we were children, eleven to be exact. It was our first year here at Hogwarts." He stared off into space remembering his long forgotten memories. "Potter and his friends remind me a lot of us. Best friends from the start, never asking where loyalties lie, always together, inseparable.

"It was like that up until our sixth year, and then Lucius became distant, very distant. He started talking of things like 'Dark Lord will rise', 'Guaranteed power if you support him.' I tried to convince him that there were more things then power and money. I tried to show him, but he would not listen to me."

Draco gulped and stared at the professor. "What do you mean, 'tried to show him'?"

Snape looked at Draco like he had grown a third head. "You know, Draco, you look an awful lot like your father when he was your age."

Draco did not like the sound of that at all. He started to become worried.

Snape muttered a few words and Draco felt like he lost control of his body, no matter how hard he tried, he could not regain control of it.

"Ah, you see, my dear Draco, spells that are strong, can be broken, but potions, potions are stronger and are hardly ever broken without the proper knowledge of the counter potion. This one is one I designed, but don't worry, it will last only a few hours. Just long enough to serve my purpose." With that, he made Draco stand and disrobe.

"Now you asked how I tried to show your father that there were more things then power and money. I will show you how." He grinned evilly like this is something he wanted to do for a very long time.

He advanced on the naked Draco like a piece of meat. His eyes devoured every inch of the pale flesh, the marks of where his father had tortured him, the scars from quidditch. He stood behind the boy and traced ever so faintly the outline of his chin.

Draco shivered at this light touch. He wished someone would come in and stop the professor from what he was about to do. He also wished that he had control of his body, and his voice so he could scream out that what Snape was doing to him was wrong, that he is not his father. That what ever happened in his past, he could not change now.

Snape continued to lightly trace Draco's light features with his fingertips. He traced his chin down to his collarbone. Once he was there, he began to slowly and lightly kiss where his fingertips just were. He could feel Draco trying to resist with out avail. This only made Snape more demanding in what he wanted.

Between the butterfly kisses he was putting on Draco, he began his story. "As I was saying, we were very close, almost like brothers. But when Lucius found power in the dark lord, I could not be around him anymore, even though it almost broke me. I will show you how I tried to show him that there were more things. I tried loving him the best I could, but the closer I became to him the farther he pushed me away. That is when one day I decided to create a potion to control him, to make him listen to me. To make him mine." He said this last word with determination in his voice.

Snape spun Draco around so they were facing each other, almost eye to eye. Draco was scared of the lust and the passion in the older man's eyes. He had heard of things like this, but never in his short seventeen years has he ever wanted to partake in such an event.

Harry was sitting in the Griffindor common room trying to study for a major potions exam but his mind kept wandering to everything but potions. He kept thinking about Draco. He was worried about Draco, but did not find it odd. Another thing that kept bothering him, was every time he closed his eyes, he seen Professor Snape's chambers. It was bad enough that he had to see the professor for class every day, but to see him when his eyes were closed, was just too much for Harry to handle. "Maybe I am studying too much potions," he thought.

When he closed his eyes again he seen Snape run his fingers along something every so lightly. Harry then felt a tickle along his chin. Harry's eyes flew open and he shook his head violently. "What has gotten into me lately? That was just too weird. Even for me."

With some weird insight, he looked down at the pendant that was hanging around his neck. It was glowing faintly. He turned to go to his bedchambers, and it looked like it stopped glowing. "Weird," he thought. He walked over to the entrance to the common room and it started to grow a little brighter. "Most definitely weird. I wonder what it would do if I went into the corridor." With that thought he ran up to his chambers and grabbed his invisibility cloak.

He ran out the door while putting the cloak on still watching the glowing pendant. Not watching where he was going he ran through something that sent a chill straight through his bones. He stopped, closed his eyes and shivered, "what was that." He looked up and seen Sir Nicholas floating looking dreadfully sad.

"Sorry, Nick," Harry said.

"Who's there? Why can't I see you? Show yourself at once!" sir Nicolas said.

Harry pulled back the hood of his cloak so it looked like only his head was hanging in midair.

"What is the meaning of this young Mr. Potter? Out of bed after hours," Sir Nick scolded. "I should tell Professor McGonagall about this!"

"NO!" whispered Harry in a worried tone. "Look," he pointed at the pendant that was steadily glowing brighter. "In the common room, it wasn't glowing this brightly, now since I have come down the corridor, it is slowly getting brighter. I am thinking that it is leading me to something." He looked at Sir Nick pleadingly. "Please, don't tell Professor McGonagall about this. Please."

"Oh, all right," said Sir Nick. "Go, but if anyone asks about this, I did not see you tonight."

Harry took off down the hall again, "Thanks Nick, I wont forget this!"

When Harry had gotten around the next corner, he stopped and closed his eyes again. What he seen behind his eyelids would probably give him nightmares for the next two weeks. He had seen professor Snape up-close with his eyes closed as if he was going to kiss someone. Then Harry felt a pressure on his lips as if someone was kissing him roughly. He put his hands out to see if anyone was in front of him, but all he felt was air.