The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… I'm not making money with this… YET. evil grim

Author's Notes: Love this chapter...

DRACO

When Draco saw him battered and weak on his way to the Dark Lord's Potions Laboratory, he knew Snape had had a long session of Cruciatus… He himself had already suffered a few of them. But Snape felt different. He couldn't quiet grasp what was different, but Snape seemed more… Alive. He remembered when he left Hogwarts. Of course the professor fulfilled all his duties neatly. But he did it mechanically. The light he saw in his eyes when he humiliated someone, or when he could show his talents, was gone for a while, and at that moment, even if he was limping, his eyes shone even brighter than usual. Draco shook himself. That was sissy talk. He must have spent too much time with Potter. He sighed. He missed his Potter. HIS Potter. It soothed Draco to think that way. The world could have a hero, a celebrity, whatever… Harry Potter… was HIS. And nothing could change that… None should dare stand between him and what was his. Not even this self-centered megalomaniac bastard who was trying to kill his boyfriend, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort.

"Thinking about Potter again?" Said the older man with a slight twitch in the left corner of his mouth… For Draco, a lop side smile. He learned a lot about Snape during his training. Reading the man was one of those things.

"And how would you know that?" Asked the blond.

"Well… You have that maniac stare you get every time you think about him." Snape pointed out seating himself heavily in a rather uncomfortable looking chair.

"Get used to it. I think I'm obsessed with the bastard." Mused the young man.

"Sounds like it."

"What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be collecting information for the Master?" Draco said raising an eyebrow in a perfect impression of his mentor.

"I was arrested at the Ministry the night before last. In the Veil room."

If Draco hadn't been taught so perfectly how to hide his inner feelings his eyes would have gone wide at this. Harry's godfather, Snape's fallen enemy had died in the Veil Room…

"I wish you could tell me what is going on…"

"You should know by now that you can not always have what you want." Said the older man.

"True. Have a pleasant evening." Draco ended the conversation. He couldn't be near Snape any longer. People could get suspicious. If one of them was caught spying the other had to continue passing on information to the Order. They had too much to lose.

Too bad… He was dying to hear about Harry.