Yet another chapter from Toria and Fuzzy!

Severus held Harry and Draco for a little while longer. "Feeling better now?" he asked.

Harry was the one who nodded. "Messy, but better," he said, rubbing his face, which had the dried tracks of tears on it, with his hand.

"Drake?" Severus than asked gently.

"Uh huh," Draco answered, smiling at the new nickname, he had a feeling he was going to have to get used to it.

Still neither boy made to move to get up off the sofa, where they were still sitting with their Father's arms around them, there heads resting on his shoulders. Thinking back to a few weeks ago, and the opinion he used to have of the man who was now his Father, Harry would never have believed that Professor Snape was capable of doing something like this, he was always so cold and guarded, and he certainly didn't think that he'd be one of the people Professor Snape would be holding.

"What are you thinking about, Harry?" Severus asked gently. "Are you all right now?"

"I don't know, Father," Harry said. "I just was wondering... you're so different..."

Severus looked down at his son. "Different how?"

"You're just so... guarded when we're in class, so...cold, I guess... and it's different with us. Except... I felt like you were that way again when you punished us just now."

Severus hugged both Harry and Draco closer. "Know that whatever happens you can always talk to me, ok?"

"Ok, Father," Draco said. "I guess I've felt different too. You've always seemed to favour me in class, and then that first day, when you told us we were your sons, you... you know, and then today it happened again, worse. I felt like my world was turned upside down, Father."

"No Draco, I don't know. Your world has changed, that I understand, but…" Severus trailed off, giving Draco the chance to explain.

Draco looked at him. "The first time you gave us those swats for fighting and then you did it again today, and I was so afraid, Father, I didn't know what to think that first day, you'd always treated me and the Slytherins well before and treated Potter... I mean, Harry... I'm sorry," he said. "Treated Harry badly, and the Gryffindors."

"Because I had to," Severus explained gently.

Draco and Harry looked at him curiously. "You had to, Father?" they chorused.

"Yes I had to, a lot of Deatheaters have children at school. Now that Tom's back however, all that can change," Severus explained.

Harry looked at him. "Father, can I ask you..." he began hesitantly.

Severus gave Harry's shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Of course, go ahead."

Harry choked back tears. "How come everyone thought... James... was my dad? How come no one knew the truth? Everyone says you hated each other..."

"For safety," Severus explained. "Tom wasn't always good you know."

"And yet... he agreed to do this? Did he like mum at all?" Draco questioned.

"He was very good friends with your mother."

"Why did Mum give me away? Why did you give me away, Father?" Draco questioned tearfully.

"Once again, for safety reasons," Severus said. "We'd do anything to keep you safe."

Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Hey, Drake," he teased, "don't worry. Father and I are here for you now."

Draco grinned, hearing the teasing tone in Harry's voice. Severus, however, looked serious. "Of course we are," Severus said seriously. Harry and Draco shared a look, did their Father not understand teasing? Apparently not, they shared a secret grin, well, they thought it was secret...

"What is so amusing?" Severus asked them.

Harry and Draco shared a long look. "It was just a joke, Father, we were just teasing each other," Draco explained in a hurry, not wanting to lie and say "Nothing", that had gotten them into trouble last time.

"Oh really?" Severus asked. "A joke about what? Somehow I have the feeling that it was more than just teasing each other…" Severus kept his face deadly serious and Harry and Draco shared another look.

Harry sighed. "I called him Drake, because you did. I was just kidding. He knew I was teasing."

"And what, may I ask, is wrong with the name 'Drake'?" Severus asked.

Draco laughed. "Nothing, Father. I was just wondering if Draco was really my name, or if... my other father... named me that."

"No, it's not," Severus informed them. "But it will be for the time being."

"So Harry isn't really my name either?" questioned Harry.

"No it isn't. But, like Draco's, it will be for now," Severus answered.

"This is going to be like the charm thing, isn't it?" Draco half whined.

"Indeed, for the time being. Things don't need to be any more confusing then it is necessary for them to be."

"No fair," both boys said, a sulky tone in their voices.

"Life isn't," Severus told them sternly. "And we're not going to argue about this, are we?"

"No, sir," they said quickly. "Father," they corrected themselves the next instant. It was still quite weird how they could speak, knowing that the other was going to say the exact same thing. Severus looked down at them. They had been all right with calling him "Father" for a while now, they had accepted the fact... why had it been different this time? Both boys shifted about uncomfortably under his intense gaze, not sure why he was looking at them the way he was. They shifted their gazes to each other... "Father?" Draco finally got up the courage to question.

"Yes Drake?" Severus asked.

"Erm… what erm... Why… Have we done something wrong?" He finally asked.

"No, you corrected yourselves in time," Severus told them with a smile. "Although, I am wondering why you had to correct yourselves?"

"I'm not sure Father," Harry admitted quietly. "Any ideas Draco?"

"Not really," Draco said.

"Well you must have some idea then," Severus pointed out logically and Draco looked at the floor. Severus removed his arm from around Draco's shoulders and gently lifted the boy's chin.

Draco let his Father lift his chin, but he still attempted to avoid looking him in the eyes and he ended up looking at Harry who shrugged. "I don't, anyway," Harry muttered.

Severus moved his hand to gently cup the side of Draco's face, drawing his son's gaze to him. "It's just… well… I think we… we automatically call… call you… you sir… when… you act… act like… you… do when… when you teach," Draco stuttered out, flushing with embarrassment.

Harry noticed Draco flushing but he ignored the fact. He nodded wisely, "I suppose that makes sense," he said. "It was a kind if automatic reaction."

Severus nodded. "I see," he said calmly, neutrally.

"We're sorry," both Harry and Draco whispered together.

Severus merely nodded again. "It's all right, boys, I understand," he said gently.

Both Harry and Draco were relieved and relaxed against their Father again, sharing a grin as they pushed him back even further onto the sofa.

That made Severus smile back at them and without warning, he pulled them forward and then them closer together so that he was hugging them both closely.

They both giggled slightly as they were held tightly, safely in their Father's embrace. Really, they thought, if this was what was going to happen after they had been punished, it wasn't that bad… Harry shifted slightly and wrapped his arms tightly around his Father's neck. It as weird how that being punished strictly and then held lovingly had made him realise that Severus Snape was his Father, and that maybe, that wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Draco mimicked Harry's actions, also wrapping his arms around Severus' neck and their Father stood, picking them up and placing then on their feet. "Let's get you two cleaned up," he suggested, taking in their still tear-stained faces and rumpled clothes.

"Thank you, Father," Harry whispered. He put his arm around Draco's shoulders and Draco imitated him. Severus smiled at the showing of unity, but in the end he had to break them up by stepping in between them and taking them both by the hand. He knew they were too old to hold hands with their Father really, but he had the feeling that he'd get away with it for now. He'd missed out on so much of their childhood. Harry and Draco didn't protest at all and shared a secret smile when they thought that Severus wasn't looking.

Severus fetched a wet washcloth and washed his sons' faces, wiping away the tearstains. He knew he could do just as well with a simple cleaning charm, but instead he gently wiped their faces with the wet cloth and they felt much better, he could see it. He smoothed their rumpled clothes and hugged them.

Harry and Draco let their Father clean them up, knowing that they were really too old for him to be doing this sort of thing to them, but it felt good - no one had ever done this to them before when they were growing up.

After Severus let them go, there was a tense silence. "Thank you, Father," Draco said finally, breaking the silence. Harry nodded. "Thank you." Harry and Draco went to their room. They stood next to their own beds and looked at each other.

"Are you okay?" Harry finally asked.

Draco nodded. "Okay, and you?"

"Okay," Harry answered.

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