Title: Harry Potter and the Serpent's Call

Pairing: DM/HP, RW/HG... so far

Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter I would have my own private jet plane and thousands of willing men strip teasing me. I don't...unfortunately. So, take the hint. This belongs to J.K. Lucky bint.

Summary: He had known things would be bad this summer, but he hadn't known what he would become. Severus saves him from a fate worse than death and another certain serpent makes his presence known. Darkness, Vampires, Elves, Politics... all the workings of a battle never to be forgotten. SLASH. R/R

:yah de yah: Parseltongue

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Chapter One

It Starts Here...

It had been 9 months since that fateful day. It was May now and Harry's sixth year was finally coming to end. As far as he was concerned, it was a bust. Nothing at all had happened. Unless you counted during the summer, but other than that Voldemort was unactive, the Quidditch games had lost their splendor, and no one had been attacked. In a way, it was like the calm before the storm. He sighed to himself and left the Great Hall, ignoring his friends' questions about where he was going. He loved them like family but sometimes he just needed time to himself. Something they were often disinclined to give him. Harry felt a disturbance in the air. Instinctively, he knew someone was following him. He decided that he would let the person initiate the conversation first. Didn't mean he couldn't have any fun. He began winding through the hallways of Hogwarts. This is just what he needed to make his day interesting. Just as he was entering the 10th hallway in as many minutes, he heard it.

"Potter! Wait!" He turned around quickly, observing the panting pale boy in front of him.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry glared at him.

"To talk, Potter. Is that such a crime?" Malfoy said after catching his breath. Hary examined him. Draco felt as if the gaze was seeing right through him, weighing him. In all truth, it probably was. Harry sighed.

"Fine, Malfoy. Meet me in the Room of Requirement at 10:30." Without waiting for an answer Harry began walking down the next hallway and was soon out of sight. Draco looked at his watch and noticed with a groan that classes would be starting in 4 minutes and he had no idea where he was.

Harry made his excuses to his friends later that night and, with his invisibility cloak in his satchell, made his way to the Room of Requirement. It was 10:25 when he got there and Malfoy didn't seem to be there yet so he leaned against a darkened portion of the wall and let the shadows embraced him. 5 minutes later, Draco walked hesitantly into the corridor standing in front of where the door would be. Harry melted away from the walls.

"Potter!" Draco whispered frantically, very much in shock. Harry merely inclined his head in acknowledgement, pacing in front of the wall 3 times. When he opened the door that appeared, a scarlet and silver themed room greeted him. There was a large fireplace, a couch, two armchairs, and a small table in the middle. Harry entered, sitting down in one of the armchairs facing the fire. Draco sat on the couch facing him, curling up at one end. He watched as the fire reflected off the other boy's features. He actually looked rather fetching. He grimaced. Did I actually think Potter is fetching? he thought to himself. Gods

"Well, Malfoy." Harry's soft voice disturbed him from his thoughts. "You wanted to talk and I'm all ears." Draco opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it He hadn't actually thought out his plan this far.

"Well," he heard Potter say and his temper flared.

"You have no idea how hard this is for me!" he shouted, rising from his seat and flying over to Harry, hoping to get one good hit in. He stopped just short of him and fell to his knees. He began to cry. What was he doing? Malfoys never cry and especially not in front of Potters. He heard a slight rustle of fabric and Harry was suddenly on his knees in front of him, pulling him into a hug and letting him sob on his shoulder.

"So why don't you tell me?" he whispered into Draco's ear. "We have all night." Draco shuddered in response. He felt comforted in Harry's arms. Not only comforted but safe as well. He told Harry everything. How his father had started training him for Voldemort. It had started out innocently enough, as innocent as Dark Arts training could get in any case, but then one night, Lucius had called Draco to his bedroom. Lessons had never been held in the bedroom. Voldemort wouldn't only require his spellwork, but also his beauty.

"He cast Amorous on me, Harry, and he did things to me that no Father should ever do to their son and I couldn't help but like it." Warm tears began to leak from his eyes once again. Harry rubbed soothing circles on his back.

"When Mum found out, she said she wouldn't stand for it. She tried to get me away. She tried to get me to her old ancestral home, the Black Mansion, but he found out and he raped and killed her right in front of me. When he was done, he threw her to the ground like a rag dol and came for me. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. I was too shocked to do anything. He... he raped me and used the cutting hex in conjunction. He said that if I was smart, I'd do the right thing and serve the dark lord. Then he left me there with my mother's dead body and my body still covered in lacerations. But I knew it wasn't the right thing and I've been thinking of a way to approach you ever since then and I just couldn't hold it in anymore and I---" Draco's body tremored with the effort it took to hold in the sobs that he had thought he had gotten rid of at the beginning of the conversation.

"It's okay. Just let it out," were Harry's soft words and like that, the dam was broken and a flood started. Draco pressed himself into Harry's neck.

"Gods, Harry, I can't do this anymore. But I know you can help." For the first time since the conversation started, Draco looked into Harry's eyes. He saw pain, helplessness, affection...

"I don't know what to tell you, Draco. I don't even know why you came to me in the first place. Why not Dumbledore? Why not Snape? He's your head of house for Merlin's sake! What can I do? Even with all my extra lessons, I'm no where near their level yet." (To tell the truth, he had already surpassed Severus and was inches away from Dumbledore, but what Harry didn't know is a whole lot more beneficial for Dumbledore). Draco grimaced at what he was about to say, but if he didn't say it, Harry would never understand.

"You don't think anyone has noticed, but I have, " he began quietly. "I see it in the way you move. I know. Something happened before you came back to school and that thing draws me to you and reassures me. It lets me know that you can and will protect me." Something flashed through Harry's eyes but before Draco could distinguish it, it was gone. Harry's eyes darkened considerably. They were almost black now. Draco buried his head in Harry's chest as if it were complete natural.

"Please tell me I didn't come to you in vain." Harry ran a tired hand through his waist length raven hair.

"I don't know why I'm doing this, Malfoy. You're my rival and for all intents and purposes, I hate you. You're right, though. Something did happen to me over tge summer and one day you'll be close enough for me to actually tell you what it is."

"Thank-you," was softly whispered.

"I'm not done yet. I'm not going to tell Dumbledore. I don't trust him. He uses people and I hate being used. However, I will tell Severus." Draco made a sound as if to protest, but Harry held it off with a slight wave of his hand. "Severus isn't the man you think of him as. First of all, he works for neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore. Second of all, he isn't greasy and that nose of his isn't really that enormous and crooked." There was a twinkle in Harry's eyes. Something he had no doubt picked up from Dumbledore. Draco wrinkled one platinum brow.

"If he doesn't work for Voldemort or Dumbledore, then who-"

"He works for me," Harry said anticipating Draco's question.

"But he hates you!"

"Ah, but thats where you're wrong. He does nothing which I do not tell him to do. I am adept at Potions, truly. I can make every potion in our seventh year curriculum and beyond, blindfolded."

"Then why..."

"Well, how else am I going to get a meeting with him? It'd be very difficult if they knew. Teacher's Pet and all. And Dumbledore would always be suspicious." Draco nodded.

"I suppose that makes sense."

"Another thing, you'll have to go back home first." Draco's eyes widened with obvious fear.

"Harry! No! I can't go back there. Do you understand? I CAN'T GO BACK!" Draco was slightly hysterical.

"Lucius isn't going to be there the first week. that should give you plenty of time to pack anything necessary. But if, for any reason, things should go wrong. Just call my name and I'll be there."

"Sounds a bit cliche, Potter."

"Cliche it may be, but it works. Remember that."

"I'm not likely to forget." The first rays of morning came through the window.

"Hmmm, morning. We have classes to attend, Malfoy."

"I know, but -"

"Yeah, sure. Go to sleep, Malfoy."

Hours later, both boys exited the room. It was lunch time, but neither boy felt a particular urge towards eating or sitting through the rest of their classes for that matter. They parted at the grand staircase, Harry going up and Draco down. He was just to the portrait of the Fat Lady when a dark shadow fell into his view. He turned aand looked up slowly.

"Professor Snape."

"Potter, you think you can just skip my class without consequences? Follow me. I know you have History of Magic after lunch and I'm sure Binns won't even notice you're gone so you will serve your detention now." Harry said nothing but began following his professor.

"Its funny. I don't remember usually having Potions on Fridays. You'd think after a year of the same schedule, I'd know it by now," Harry said not bothering to lower his voice. Severus simply smirked. Snape ushered Harry into his office and Harry caught sight of a wisp of blonde hair disappearing through a wall. Harry heard Snape finish warding his office door as he hopped up onto the desk.

"So what was so important that you would risk all your morning classes?" Severus said when he turned around. Harry shrugged and examined his cuticles.

"Malfoy. He came to me." Severus rose an eyebrow.

"What do you mean he came to you?"

"I mean he says he wants protection and apparenly I'm the only one who can offer it."

"Do you believe him?"

"I don't know."

"But you want to."

"Yeah."

"So what did you do?"

"I told him that I'd come for him after the first week of summer hols, but if he really needed me, he could call my name."

"And he didn't question that?"

"Of course he did, but I wasn't volunteering any information."

"So I take it he doesn't know." Harry hung his head in shame.

"No, no. He doesn't know. He has no frigging idea and that whole meeting he was all over me and I could barely contain myself, Sev." The older man smirked.

"So I take it you have the hard on from hell?"

"You wouldn't believe," Harry said chuckling slightly. Severus put his arms around Harry's waist and lifted him up, sitting on the desk before he settled Harry on his own lap. He leaned his forehead against Harry's.

"Sev, you know you don't have to do this. I feel like I'm using you."

"Thats what I'm here for," he said smiling.

"You know that you mean more to me than that and that I try to give you as many liberties as possible." Severus didn't answer. He pressed his lips to Harry's. He stopped and whispered a spell, taking the glamours off from around his body. Immediately, his hair became long and luxurious. Instead of being sallow and pale, he was now slightly tanned. He pushed his long hair aside showing his neck and revealing a most unusual tatoo. It depicted a staff topped with a mini dragon and had a black snake twined around the base of it.

"This is your mark. It means I am yours. It means I can do anthing possible to help you, my master. Let me do this for you. You know that taking that potion will damage you. So can't we get rid of this problem using safer and more pleasurable ways?" Severus said heatedly. Harry felt the concern rolling off of him in waves.

"I'm sorry, Sev. It's just that this isn't easy for me and I don't want to be unfair to you. You're practically my best friend. You're the only one who knows the real me," Harry saidlaying his face in the crook of Sev's neck and bestowing a gentle kiss there.

"Harry," Sev breathed. "You have never been unfair to me and thats why I'm willing to help." Sev's breathing became harsh as Harry began to lick a trail down the curve of his neckk and then blew on it.

"Thank you." Sev responded by divesting Harry of his school robes and shirt, touching every part of his upper body before reaching down to unzip Harry's pants. Harry becoming frustrated with the slow pace they were moving at mumbled a quick spell. Soon they were both nude.

"Eager are we?" Sev whisperd in Harry's ear sending pleasant shivers down his spine. Harry grinded into Severus sending shocks through his system.

"Gods, yes." And then he crushed his lips into that of the older man's. He then let his kisses trail down the man's body swirling around his navel garnering mewling sounds from the dark haired man. Just as his kesses began to trail below the waist, he was stopped.

"Let me take care of you," whispered Sev as he pulled Harry up for another kiss, before going lower himself. His tongue moved down Harry's shaft before circling the head. As Severus engulfed Harry with his mouth, Harry made a sound deep in his throat and buried his hands in Sev's long hair. Sev hummed in appreciation, the vibrations making Harry moan. Sev began to move, taking Harry as deep as possible.

"Gods, Sev," Harry gasped as he bucked and came into the man's mouth and Sev didn't move until Harry was completely finished. He licked his lips and stared into Harry;s face. His face was flushed and his eyes were closed. His full red lips were slightly parted and Sev was overcome with the beauty of his master. Harry opened his eyes and they absolutely glowed.

"Master?" he asked hesitantly. Harry looked down at him and placed a soft kiss on Sev's forehead. Sev closed his eyes at the gentle touch.

"I'm fine," he said after he had placed another soft kiss on his nose and lips. Sev took the comfort being offered knowing it soothed Harry as much it did him. "Time for bed, I think?" Harry pulled Sev close to him and whispered a spell. With a pop the two disappeared from the Potion's classroom and ended up in the Potions Master's rooms. They both fell into bed, thoroughly exhausted.