CHAPTER FIVE: SEDUCTION

Face to face
The passions breathe
I hate to stay
But then I hate to leave
-Souxie and the Banshees-

Snape never really needed any reminders to why he hated the fifth year students so much. All these teenage rebellions breaking out, but why, oh why, did one of those have to happen in his classroom? Surely he had put some remarkable pressure at Longbottom since year one to make him grow a spine, but this growing was supposed to happen gradually and not as an explosion. In two days, two of his students had made rebellions by commiting acts that were an outrage to their nature.
Well, three, counting Potter. But it was no big suprise seeing James'son adopting his father's temper. But if it was a shock seeing Malfoy with his tounge down Longbottom's throat, it was nothing compared to Longbottom's blatant mentioning of Snape's dark past in front of the entire class.
He had to mobilise all his self-control not to twist Longbottom's arm and make it snap like a twig, once they were out of the classroom. And then he had left Longbottom to Dumbledore, since he was very unwilling to take the infected subject further with his student. If he had believed in bad omens enough, like Treelawney, he would have packed his bag and fled the school by now.
At least noone had dared to neglect the task he gave them, once he returned to the classroom, and nobody had the nerve to mention what had happened. A searing headache was building up. And to think that he still had a detention to finish with Malfoy. If the boy started to drabble about the Longbottom incident, the day would be complete!
Snape seated himself by his desk, starting to put marks on the student's potions for the day. Malfoy would be there any minute and Snape was going to make clear that he did not wish a conversation.

Draco's day had been absolutely awful and he couldn't admit to himself why. The Slytherins had made him feel like the king of Hogwarts and he had managed to show off at the Quidditch training as well. As he made his way to the dungeons, Neville's rebellion was still tormenting his mind. Was the Gryffindor really going to be expelled? What if he never got to see Neville again? Draco stopped short in his tracks, pressing his hand to the forehead.
What was this? Since when did that matter?
He was obsessing about Neville!
"Stop it...stop!" he murmured to himself.
But this thing Neville had done, it deserved some admiration, didn't it? Even if he was a Gryffindor and not important to Draco at all? The voices almost startled him, getting louder as their owners approached. Some students were coming his way and he recognised Neville's voice among them.
Time to do a Slytherin. Draco quickly disappeared into the shadows of a great column by the wall. Maybe they would say something about the events in the dungeons.
Soon he caught sight of Potter, Granger, Weasley and Dean, walking in Neville's company. They seemed to be in a quite cheerful mood, to Draco's big surprise. He could not imagine the Gryffindors had anything to celebrate after what happened. But the small gathering was joking and laughing and as they stopped within sight from him, he had a perfect opportunity to study Neville unseen and squeezed every drop out of it.
Neville really had grown. His body was now more slender, but not lacking these soft features, giving him the innocent look. The chestnut hair was cut short, but had unruly curls that shone in the candlelight, making it look too perfect, like a painting. The skin always had a healthy shade of colour, unlike the Malfoys who were known for their deadly pale. The dark warm eyes were soft and seemed to have ember burning deep inside of them, despite their constant mark of sorrow. Some gold freckles stained his cheeks, giving him the ever-boyish look. The soft lips were curved into a smile. And the bruise Draco had made was stating a juicy secret he shared with Neville...
Do not obsess over the bruise, you pathetic twat!
None of the Gryffindors mentioned the Dungeon Incident, even though it was already a Hogwarts legend. They had probably discussed it to death all day, like the rest of the school. But Neville told his friends that he needed to go to the lavoratory and they waved him off, telling him that they would be in the dormitory. This was too good to be true.

Draco managed to stalk Neville all the way up to the Gryffindor toilets and as Neville entered, Draco waited only the proper seconds he needed before he slipped in, as quietly as possible. Neville turned the taps just as he came in, washing his hands. Draco closed the door behind him soundlessly and leaned his back to it.
A beautiful sight, seeing the Gryffindor with his guard down, deeply in thought.
"Clever move."
Neville made a frightened jump and a sound that matched it, raising all his defences. He glared up at Draco, shutting the taps fast and put his back to the wall, folding his arms. He gave Draco that sharp look of cold resentment again, but Draco could trace the hint of uncertainity in his eyes.
Just as he had counted on.
Draco suddenly felt pangs of wild jealousy towards Potter and Weasley for having the luxury of Neville's smiles and openess. But on the surface he stood absolutely relaxed, as a role model of self- control, and met Neville's glare with an uncanny smile.
"Get out." Neville's voice was low and determined, but his gaze flickered and he couldn't look the Slytherin directly in the eyes.
Draco's smile grew deeper.
"No."
"If you don't go, I'll call to the others."
Draco raised an eyebrow in his aristocratic manner, feigning curiosity.
"So, the brave Longbottom who challenged Snape in his own quarters are so terrified of me, that he'll need the entire Gryffindor cavalry to his rescue?"
Neville's cheeks started to burn red and he bit his lip. Amused by the sight, Draco continued on the subject.
"So, you made sure to be left in peace at Snape's lessons. I bet he'll concider it very carefully the next time he comments your efforts."
Draco started to walk slowly towards Neville, who typically held his ground. "Stop...right...there!" Neville's voice was low but a little threatening.
Draco ignored him.
"But you fear Snape so much. The whole school knows. So what made you take the chance to provoke him like that? A death wish?"
Draco had stopped at an arm's length from the Gryffindor, who showed sparks of outright hate in his eyes now.
"Like you care."
Draco tilted his head slightly to the side, looking back at Neville very sternly, his smile fading.
"There there, Neville. Last night you wanted my intimacy. Don't think you can choose when to have it."
"You...prick!"
Draco's smile reappeared and he took a small step nearer Neville, who looked furious, hurt and panick-stricken all at once. Neville made a rash move, trying to sidestep past Draco, but the Slytherin blocked his way as quickly and again Neville was trapped against the wall, all according to plans.
Pale fingers moved up to stroke the mark on Neville's cheek. Draco managed to catch the hand that shot forth to stop it just in time, keeping his movements deceptively calm not to fuel Neville's jumpiness.
They were standing irresistably close now, Neville's breathing a little shaky and Draco's hand playing on the cheek and then with the Chestnut hair between his fingers.
"That's good." Draco whispered. "Be still, just like that..."
Neville seemed short of breath and he didn't stop Draco as he leant forward and caught Neville's earlobe with his teeth, pulling it teasingly. Draco felt his victim shivering and that was all he needed to unleash his restrained desire. He released the trembling hand from his grip and sank his teeth into Neville's soft neck instead, sucking so hard that a coppery taste of blood soon lingered on his tounge. As Draco slid his arms around his waist in a death grip, Neville unexpectedly let his own unsteady hands rest on Draco's back. Their mouths met and the kiss that followed made Draco think that the fire rising was going to eat him alive.
He sucked at Neville's tounge, bit it and this time he really did pull them down to the floor, instantly placing himself on top. Feeling Neville's hardness pressed to his thigh, he shamelessly pressed his own against the stomach beneath him, while impatiently coaxing with the Gryffindor robes to get them off, once and for all!
Neville had a start as Draco's hands snuck inside his clothes to touch bare skin and the Slytherin had to force Neville's hands over his head to get his point across. Cunning grey eyes knowingly studied burning dark ones.
"But you want this, Neville." Draco whispered next to his ear.
Neville gave out a defeated sigh and Draco thriumphantly scratched his nails against the nakedness he had unveiled, hearing the moans rising in response.
"Schhh...now let the evil death eater help you relieve your tensions..."
Pain exploded in Draco's groin and the fist came flying so fast that he had hit the floor before realising what happened. Neville was on his feet, flaming with rage, refastening the robes where Draco had opened them.
Draco tried to get up but failed. The pain in his nose and groin had the room swimming before his eyes and streams of blood were spilling down his expensive Slytherin robes.
Neville's eyes were shooting bolts of lightning.
"YOU EVIL, UGLY CREEP!" he spat. "Don't touch me again, or I SWEAR I'LL BREAK ALL THE BONES IN YOUR BODY!"
With this, he fled the toilet, leaving a confused Draco with a desperate urge to flee the scene before a Gryffindor came strolling in.
Fuck.
It must have been the Death eater thing. Had to be.
And if he survived this hellish pain, he would make Neville pay dearly for his trespassing. 'Creep' he didn't mind much and 'evil' actually filled him with a sense of pride. But nobody was calling Draco ugly!

Oh hell. Time and space returned and brought back the memory of his supposed detention with Snape.