Title: The Dragon
Pendant
Chapter: Eleven
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.
