"Welcome back, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco gave a quiet nod as his greeting and then made his way inside the empty Potions classroom. It was evening again, and the only thing he'd done after leaving the Great Hall was put on his Slytherin cloak. A minute after that, he had made his way down the path to detention hell, and wasn't comfortable to see that Snape was dressed similar to how he had been yesterday.

He stopped near one of the desks, his back turned to Snape as he heard the door close behind him. There was a nearly inaudible click after that, and Draco knew the door had been locked. His heart suddenly dropped. He had been hoping that another student would walk in on them; how else was Snape going to stop? Draco obviously didn't have enough skills to stop the man by himself.

He decided that he'd try whatever he could to prevent anything from happening.

"Mind telling me why you put on that performance today?" Snape had finally made his way toward him, stopping a couple feet away.

"I mind," Draco mumbled. His gaze fell to the floor.

"Then tell me why you defended Potter. Do you honestly care what grade he receives on his essays? It isn't any of your concern." Snape looked down on Draco as if he were growing forlorn with the way Draco was acting. He frowned, waiting for an answer.

"I don't really care," Draco replied gently, "I was angry that you changed the grade that I gave."

For moment, Snape stayed silent. Then, "I apologize. I suppose I was a bit irritated last night."

Draco fought back a snort of laughter. Had Snape actually apologized? That was new, and it was definitely creepier than anything else he'd done so far. "Alright," Draco said shortly.

"Now... why don't you look up at me?" Snape asked softly. A hand lifted and a few of his fingers went beneath Draco's chin. He was about to tilt Draco's face upward, but the Slytherin quickly pulled away. His teeth came down hard, and quite unexpectedly, on one of the man's fingers.

The Professor let out an odd sound, like one might make if a rat suddenly bit them. An incomprehensible word followed. "Wha--?" Snape stared at the boy oddly, and noticed that Draco eyes were focused on his face, looking upset. Snape gave a brief tug, but Draco wouldn't let go.

"What are you doing, Mr. Malfoy? Have you turned into an animal?"

Draco didn't answer, and clearly couldn't, but only seemed to sink his teeth in deeper. The boy could taste what might've been blood, but he didn't really care. He wanted to get Snape to say something that would show that he wasn't planning anything tonight; maybe that he would even let him go.

"Let go of my finger, please," Snape stated sharply.

Draco shook his head.

This seemed to annoy Snape, so he acted almost instantly. He grabbed the boy's arm and tugged him forward. Draco was caught by surprise, but managed to keep the hold as he fell against the man's chest. It began to turn into some sort of strange fight; Snape was gripping Draco's shoulder with his one hand, trying to yank him away from the bite he had on his finger, and Draco's hands clutched the front of Snape's robes, trying his best to not let go.

"Mr. Malfoy, stop this nonsense!" Draco could hear the frustration in Snape's voice. "You're acting like a child, and I know exactly what you're trying to do!"

Once again, Draco ignored him. A few minutes passed and then Snape spoke up again. "You have no way of knowing that I might be enjoying this, you know."

And the man's voice was so serious, and so absolutely sultry, that Draco instantly let go and pushed himself away from the man's chest. His eyes darted toward the floor and his arms crossed protectively across his chest. "You were telling me to stop."

"Yes, but that could've been for any number of reasons." Snape was now observing his finger, checking to see if there was any serious damage. There wasn't. He let his eyes wander back onto Draco, and seeing the way the boy was just standing there, looking so bloody innocent, made him smirk. "I'm interested to hear what sort of noises you can make."

Draco's dark gaze snapped up, eyes wide. "What?"

Just as that was exclaimed, he was wrenched forward by one arm for the second time, this time his back pressing against Snape's front. When he felt a large hand push against the one area he was most frantic to keep away from the man, he gave a strangled cry and jerked backward. Snape ran into the desk behind him, bringing a struggling Draco back with him.

"Oh god, please don't touch me! Let go and get away!" Draco screamed.

"You certainly pitch on a struggle, don't you?" Snape commented lightly. He was trying to get up into a sturdy standing position again, but Draco was making it impossible. "You also have a rather high voice when in a panic, did you know that?"

The boy didn't notice that the hand was still where it was when they'd fallen back, but he certainly did when it pressed down again. And again. He gave a weak whimper and ceased all of the struggling, hoping that Snape would let him go.

"I'm sorry for biting you and screaming... please..." Draco drew in a shaky breath as the pleasing, but just as unsettling, motion continued. It seemed to make his brain scream louder for everything to stop. He didn't want this, no matter what it felt like. "... oh... oh god..."

"I accept your apology," Snape replied, amusement in his voice. He sounded very pleased with Draco's reaction, and continued to make sure that he registered every single sound that the boy made in his mind. He still thought him to be undeniably cute, which made Draco even more undeniably irresistible. He didn't think it mattered that this was just a boy.

Snape suddenly felt Draco shudder against him, and then the boy's body going limp. "Are you alright, Draco?" Snape asked curiously.

"No... I want you to stop," Draco whispered.

So Snape did. He had found out enough. He discovered that Draco was sensitive to almost every touch done upon him, even though he was very defensive about how he needed to keep it to himself. Snape also discovered that someone could easily figure out what the young Slytherin was feeling; he couldn't keep those pleading noises from escaping. The Professor smiled.

"You may go now."

There was no question when he let go of Draco. Without a glance backward, the boy hurried quickly across the room, his hand shaking as he struggled with the doorknob. As soon as he was in the hallway, he began running. It didn't last long, however, because a familiar voice called out from behind him.