Here's part two. Just for fun. Hope you enjoy and please review.
His fists clinched, the boy snarled, "You just don't like to admit that you're wrong!"
A low, amused snort. "I am never wrong. Now get away from me."
"Ah, Severus. I was looking for you."
Severus looked up, the dim light of the candles around his office lighting deep lines in Dumbledore's face. "I assumed I was always easy to find. I tend to be in the same place every time you need me."
Dumbledore smiled. "I needed to see you about Mr. Draco Malfoy."
Shifting the papers on his desk, pointedly not meeting the headmaster's eyes, Severus replied, "I thought we went over everything you need to know about Malfoy."
"We have discussed the fact that he has taken the Dark Mark, yes. But there seems to be more to it than that. I have a hunch..."
"If this is about Lucius again--"
"We've been over that subject." Dumbledore's voice was suddenly stiff, stern.
"Yes, we have. So you will see why discussing it any farther would be a waste of both of our times."
"It is not Lucius who I have come to discuss. It is you, Severus."
At this, Severus looked up, a slightly bemused glint in his eyes. "Indeed?"
"Indeed," Dumbledore confirmed, sitting in the seat across from the younger man. "You have been very close with Mr. Malfoy. I have noticed that since he took the Mark you, too, have been changing subtly."
Severus stared at him with an expression of blank interest.
"I know you care for him as your own son. You can still help him."
Severus fought the urge to say how he doubted very much whether Dumbledore knew half as much as he thought he did. Instead, he said, measuring his tone carefully, "I have been helping him the best I can. He's too much like his father."
"Draco is not Lucius."
Severus scowled. He knew very well that Draco was not his father. Softly, he answered, "He is more like his father than you would guess. He does not need guidance, Headmaster. He needs...a close eye kept over him. He will stumble and only then will he realize the mistake he is making. He is trusting in the wrong things. The wrong people."
"He trusts you."
"He is trusting in the wrong people." Severus lifted the first essay in his stack and began reading, hoping Dumbledore would understand the immense workload he had for himself. Second year essays were always the worst to mark.
"I trust you as well."
Severus did not look up from the parchment.
Several quiet moments passed before Severus looked up slowly. Dumbledore had gone, as silently as he had come.