Hello again, non-soup people! Sorry it's been awhile, but I changed schools and my new school SUCKS HINEY! I'm restricted from all things existing. So you'll all just have to be patient as Hell.

Augh! You have no idea how much I've missed the precious fan fiction! I promise, I will continue to update as soon as I can. Is it sad that this is the best I can manage?

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Yes! Snape could help him! Hopefully without too many questions…

Draco slipped down to the dungeons quietly, avoiding Ron carefully, and headed to Snape's office.

"Professor, I need an antidote!"

"For what? Did you accidentally poison someone?"

"Er, no. For a love potion…"

Snape looked up. "Why?"

"Just because…"

"For who?"

"No one…"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Well, now that that's been cleared up, which love potion?"

"Ummmm…"

"I can't help you then. Sorry, Malfoy."

"No! I need you!" Draco said desperately.

Snape looked at him. What kind of way was that to look at your student?

"What would you do to get you hands on one of those potions, Draco?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?"

"Wait, what sort of 'anything' are we talking about here?" Draco asked, unnerved.

"Anything, anything." Snape said lustfully, touching Draco's waist.

"Professor! Ew! That's disgusting!" Draco said, jumping away.

"Fine. No antidote for you. I can't help."

Crap.Draco thought. Without that potion, I'm doomed to a life of love to Weasley.

"Can you hold that thought, Professor?" Draco asked, anxiously.

Snape grinned. "Of course, Draco."

"Thank you, Professor." Draco said, fleeing to the bathroom.

What'll I do! What'll I do! I don't want to do it with anyone but Potter! What kind of choices are these? Why isn't Potter one of them! It's just not fair! Draco thought, pacing. "I'll have to go with Snape." He said finally.

"Oh, Professor…" Draco lustfully said, upon returning. "I've changed my mind."

"Oh really?"

"Yes." Draco pulled off his shirt to revealhis thin, muscular, pale body. Snape grinned wickedly.

"Don't tell a soul." He whispered, touching Draco's bare chest.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Draco replied as he pulled off Snape's robes. His body with thin, sickly, pale and weak looking. But held a strange sort of power that Draco couldn't place.

Well, this will be insanely awkward.

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