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Chapter 3

The door to the Potion master's classroom swung open as if it had been pulled by an over zealous younker. Standing in the doorway, with a face that demanded the utmost respect from all that saw it, was the commanding presence of Severus Snape.

Inwardly, the Potions master was beaming from ear to ear, and was using every ounce of restraint to stop himself from lunging forward and hugging his godson.

Severus exuded an arrogance that gave people the false impression that the only person he gave a shit about was himself. He loved his godson dearly, and secretly admired the sheer resolve and bravery of one Harry James Potter.

Biting back the urge to greet his pupil in a gentle manner, and not knowing the reason for the visit, (though he presumed it was to do with Harry), he forced himself upright, and thrust his chest out in an attempt to seem more formidable.

"Mr. Malfoy. Realised the error of your ways and decided to come back to my class, have we?"

Severus knew this was the least likely thing that the knock on his door was about to present him with, but it was a greeting of sorts. Besides he didn't go in for all that 'Hi how are you?' and 'Lovely to see you' rubbish, that was for Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. Stepping sideways to allow a gap to form between the doorframe and himself, he waved Draco into the classroom. It was Saturday afternoon, so there were no classes and no pupils to shoo out. Draco stood by Severus 's desk and waited for his godfather to close the door.

"Well, are you going to keep me waiting all day or do I have to drug you to get you to tell me what you want? Spending time with that Potter -"

Severus was abruptly interrupted by Draco; he knew that was likely when he started to let the words spill from his mouth. Unfortunately for Severus Snape, his mouth had a terrible habit of forgetting to engage with his brain before speaking

"How dare you talk about Harry like that!" Draco was forwarding on Severus with hatred in his eyes, a sight that quite scared his old teacher. He pushed Severus in the chest as he spoke, forcing him back against his desk

"I vowed never to speak to you again for the way you treated him, I should have stuck to my original plan." Draco spat out at him, causing a weird feeling to rise from Severus's stomach, the feeling was guilt.

"How is he?" The gentleness of the question stopped Draco in his tracks, making him step back casting a suspicious look at Snape as he did.

"How is Pot - Harry?" Severus repeated the question

"Quite well." Composing himself, Draco answered in a very Malfoy like manner causing a smirk to come on the lips of the other person in the room

"That's comforting to know. Remind me if I ever get hit by the Knight Bus and end up in a hospital bed encased head to toe in a plaster cast, not to have you as the chief well wisher. I can just see it, lying there unable to move and you being asked 'How is Severus?' and you responding 'Couldn't be better'; indeed Mr. Malfoy you have a gift for understatement."

Draco couldn't stop himself and laughed out loud at this observation. Quickly gathering himself, he responded in an all together calmer and more respectful tone.

"I think I have a cure for Harry," a look of sheer desperation in his eyes, knowing that the laugh he had just shared with Severus was the start to a recovery of their relationship. He then explained about the situation with Dobby. Severus straightened himself, reaffixed the stern look on his face and reaching out his left hand the 'Snarky git' of old asked Draco for the item he had been given.

"Show me what you have, come on, I haven't got all day Mr. Malfoy." Draco gave him a look that showed the Potions master that this demanding display wasn't going to get them anywhere, and handed the parchment to Severus. Severus unfolded the parchment, and after reading it and giving a few very significant guffaws and snickers, returned his gaze to Draco with the oddest of expressions on his face. Severus Snape was smiling. And it wasn't just a smirk, it was a full blown ear to ear smile, one that Draco hoped for all the world meant there was hope.

"It appears that you have the power to heal Mr. Potter within you. Tell me Draco, you said this came from the house-elf, Dobby? Curious creatures, elves, always got a trick or two in their pillow case that lot."

"Dobby had been trying to help Harry for some time, but had made a vow in second year never to save his life, or attempt to save it again. Why, what does it say?" Draco, in that moment put the weeks of bitterness he had been bottling up against his godfather behind him, and reverted to the boy who had loved him with equal affection in the past.

"Uncle, please! What does it say? How can I help Harry? You must tell me."

Putting the parchment on the desk, Severus uttered a spell Draco had never heard before, and the writing translated from Elfin to English

"Draco, kindly refrain from sounding like a love sick Hufflepuff. You may be in love with Mr. Potter, but it is very un-Slytherin-like to express emotions in public. I will overlook it this time, as you are my godson." Draco looked up from the parchment and his eyes met Severus' ebony gaze as he listened to the one time his 'uncle' had been affectionate to him.

"And I love you, and if getting Po, Harry better makes you less antagonistic toward me, then so be it," adding in a distinctively menacing voice.

"But mark my words, if you say one word of what I have just confessed, you will be very sorry."

Draco gave him a quick hug, which took Severus by surprise and then returned his attention to the parchment. What had once read:

Peri i'r llygad weld popeth. Peri i'r meddwl hiraethu am yr hyn y mae'r llygad yn ei weld. Peri i'r corff ddyheu am y teimlad yn llygad y meddwl. Gorfodi'r hud sydd ar y tu mewn i ymestyn allan a chyffwrdd â'r hyn y mae'r meddwl yn hiraethu amdano. Am mai dim ond awydd gwir gariad i ffurfio cwlwm agosrwydd a fydd yn gorfodi'r hud i gynnau ei hun unwaith eto. Ond cymerwch ofal, a pheidiwch byth â chyffwrdd â'r hyn rydych yn ymdrechu i'w hachub, rhaid i ewyllys yr un fod yn fuddugoliaethus

Now read:

Make the eye see all, make the mind crave what the eye sees, make the body desire the feel of the mind's eye. Force the magic from within to reach out and touch what the mind craves, for it is only true love's desire to bond with you that will force the magic to reignite, but never touch that which you try to save, the will of the one has to be triumphant

"Uncle I'm not sure I understand, what does it mean? Make him crave what his mind can't see, it makes no sense."

"On the contrary Draco, it makes perfect sense, if I may be blunt?"

"Certainly," nodded Draco.

"These words are simple in the message that they deliver. They state that Harry's magic can be regained when his own inner self is forced through sheer need to want to fuck your brains out."

"Ahmmm," from Draco to accompany his now crimson cheeks.

"Apparently, the more Harry desires you, the nearer he will get to having his magic returned. If he doesn't desire you, his magic will never return, and all your efforts will have been in vain."

Turning to Draco he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"But if he does, and believe me when I say 'he does,' you have a very good chance of bringing Mr. Potter back from the edge of the abyss on which he resides."

Draco's heart was skipping a beat as he listened intently, making sure that he didn't misinterpret any of his uncles words of wisdom, realising how pleased Severus was that he had come to seek his guidance.

"But as the words say, you must not touch him, you must not have any further contact physically with him, you must make him want to reach out and touch you so much that it hurts him."

Draco had a pained look in his eyes. Severus squeezed his shoulder to let him know that it was for the best, and carried on.

"In essence, Draco, you need to turn him on."

"Turn him on?" Draco asked quizzically. "That's all I need to do, turn him on?"

Severus nodded and with a very mischievous grin, added, "And from the way I have seen you act over the last 16 years, this won't prove too much of a problem for you."

Draco's mind raced to a place he hadn't allowed it to for so long, his own desires, thinking that it was a possibility to have his cock inside Harry. It hadn't been a thought Draco could afford himself the luxury of for quite some time. Now, there was a possibility, he had a chance to get 'his' Harry back. The thought of this alone made his erection, that didn't go unnoticed by his godfather, fill his tight trousers and demand immediate attention. Kissing his godfather on the cheek, he picked up the parchment and ran to the door.

"I'll drop by later and see how you are doing-" trailed that parting comment, with Severus shouting at the fast fleeing Draco, "You're welcome."

Draco ran back, flinging open the door to his and Harry's room. Dumbledore started, but rose out of the chair to greet him. Draco, holding the door open, gestured to the Headmaster with his hand that he wanted him to leave, at the same time trying to remain polite and not lose control, ever mindful of the throbbing erection that was aching to be released from his trousers.

"Thank you, Professor. Same time tomorrow, then? Bye."

Then closing the door and setting a few locking and Silencing Charms on the door and the room, Draco turned towards Harry.

He knew that he was the best looking person in the school; he knew that his body was perfect. The only person who could rival him in that department was the boy in front of him. Retrieving his wand from his coat, he pointed it at the Compact Disc player he had bought in Muggle London the previous year, and carefully selecting a CD with a compilation what he thought the sexiest songs on it, he hit play.

Harry was sitting in the comfy armchair that Draco had become so fond of, propped up either side by soft pillows. He could see the beautiful figure of his blond saviour, and he could hear a song that he always loved. He vowed that if he ever got out of the confines he was in, he would do the song justice and dance for his loved one. It seemed for now he would have to watch as Draco had plans of his own. Unbuckling his belt and freeing his erection, Draco moved to within an inch of Harry's face.

"I'm going to make you beg for me Harry. I'm going to strip for you, I'm going to come all over myself and invite you to join me in licking it off. I'm gonna shake my ass in your face until you stick your tongue out and fuck me with it, and most importantly of all, Harry, I'm going to make you want me so much that you will get out of that chair and fuck me into next week."

And with a smouldering look in his eyes, Draco started to unbutton his clothes as the music kicked in.