This fanfiction is done based on a narrative RP that CryToHeaven and I made on Gaia. We need a beta-reader please.
Disclaimer
Harry Potter is property of J.K Rowling, NOT US. The
characters used in this fanfic
are not ours, they are merely being used to satisfy slash urges. We
recommend that
you be of a mature age level if you are to read this fic, since it has to do with male on
male contact and sexual relations between Teacher and Student. Thank
you for
reading this and enjoy :D
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Grumbling the password to the portrait,
Severus glided into his quarters with an air of
bitter resentment.
Majority of the students were going back home.
Majority of the students were going to enjoy their
holidays.
Majority of the students were out of his way, and won't be
around to blow up many
more cauldrons.
Majority of the students won't be around to show him their
infinite stupidity.
But the minor decided to taunt him by leaving behind Harry
Potter.
The great gold wonder boy of the fierce loyal lion... The
Majestic Gryffindor that took
over his father's throne. He slammed his fist onto his working desk
piled up with
parchments, ready to be scrutinized and pulverized in bloody red ink.
How Severus wished to bury his fist into the pathetic pile of muse called Potter's brain.
Common sense do
not exist on that idiotic child's mind. The spur-of-the-moment
bravery seemed to be there... constantly strong with no tact.
It must have been the blood. Must be the
family. The Potter family. He sneered.
Severus collapsed into his chair by the desk, and laid there for a
while. Just because
Potter was the favourite
of the headmaster... that didn't meant that he could go jolly-
riding around and expected him!!! He!!! Severus
Snape!!! The cold-blooded, slimy,
greasy git (and possibly a vampire) with the
Potion Professor's job and masters, the
DeathEater... and the spy of the Order.... This foolish child expected him
to clean up
whatever mess he got himself into. One of these days... he would gladly
help that
Potter junior dig his grave deeper and
staked a wooden cross on him as a tombstone
after burial. The Potion Master sighed and massaged his temples.
Why can't he be like Draco?
Smart, sly, cunning... Knew his work and what he was
doing...
... Yes.... Draco. The minority left this Malfoy junior behind too.
As much as he chose to ignore him, Severus
couldn't. This child... no, student....
godson. He can't believe he fell for that little mischievous imp. As
much as he adored
him, Draco knew how to play his cards. He
had great trump cards to get into his
private quarters, beneath his clothes... and ACTUALLY succeeded to worm
his way
to his heart. He looked at the grudgingly messy piles of homework
on the desk with a
thoughtful look.
Lucius couldn't do that much... hardly half at his full attempts.
What in Merlin's right state of mind he saw in Draco? In comparison to his father?
As much as Severus enjoyed
indulging himself with this 'young' love... (despite
how
terribly he denied it) he must draw a line. And he'd be all damned with
Potter's
underwear if Draco went beyond it, not knowing
the consequences of it. He leaned
back into his chair with a weary look on his face.
Severus Snape doesn't want Draco Malfoy to be a DeathEater in the next initiation....
He can't let Draco be like him...
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