A/N: I'm so happy with the response to this fic! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm so pleased how this is turning out. My head is full of so many ideas for this that I can't even focus on my other fic. Haha, oh well. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.

*Note* This is Draco's side of what happened after Harry left the Leaky, if it wasn't immediately obvious.

Disclaimer: I do not own. That is all.

Warnings: Lucius wailing on his son, i.e. abuse. Oh and Severus is a bit out of character, but it's understandable...you'll see...

(P.S. Thanks for not flaming me LittleThingsToMakeYouSmile. BUT, here is a virtual cookie...my mommy made them...they are delicious as fuck.)

Enjoy!

Draco was pulled out of his daze quite literally as his father practically dragged him out of the pub. Draco wrenched his arm out of his father's grasp and rolled his eyes as his father set a brisk pace to the apparation point. The petite blonde took hold of his father's elbow and they popped away. The minute they were inside the mansion, Lucius turned furious slate-grey eyes on his son. Draco had barely time to react when the butt-end of his father's cane caught the side of his face. Draco cried out in pain, the force of the blow sending him to the floor.

"F-father?" He whimpered out, looking up at the tall man. He slowly got to his knees, his head down.

"What was that? I asked you to befriend the Potter brat not flirt!" Lucius snarled. His foot snapped out and hit Draco in the shoulder causing him to tumble once more to the floor. "I will not have a…a…a faggot for a son!" Draco's kept his eyes on the floor, not daring to move an inch. His eyes were clouded with tears of pain and humiliation. And yet the whole time, he couldn't bring himself to care what his father thought. His eyes hardened with a newfound determination and he took a deep breath, standing slowly. He turned his head up and looked his father- though he wasn't sure if he could even call him that anymore- in the eyes. Lucius' narrowed, full of cold fury and disdain.

"I'm done." Draco's voice was deep and soft and Lucius wasn't even sure he had heard it correctly.

"Don't mumble, boy." Lucius snapped. Draco shoved his father by the shoulders and smirked as the tall man stumbled back a few steps.

"I said I'm done. D-O-N-E, Done. I am sick and tired of vying for your love and attention when you obviously couldn't give a rat's ass as to what happens to me. I will not bow to you, Lucius and if you think I will spend a minute more in your presence, no, this house, you are sadly mistaken." Draco said firmly. His eyes blazed and his heart was pounding, blood roaring in his ears. Draco turned on his heel but hesitated for the slightest of seconds. He spun around and before his father could even register what was going to happen, Draco's fist was connecting with the side of his face. Draco looked at his father in grim satisfaction. He then marched up the stairs only to see all his belongings had already been packed and shrunk. He smiled at Casey who was standing innocently in the doorway, though he could swear he saw a wicked gleam in her large eyes. He pocketed his belongings and made sure he had his wand. He could hear his father's loud footsteps against the stairs.

"Casey, I need you to get me out of here. Take me to Sev, ok? And stay with me. That's an order." He told the small elf. She nodded and grasped his hand. The pair popped away just as his furious father stormed into the room, eyes dark and face flushed in anger. Oh he was so getting disowned for this, he thought with glee.

"Merlin's pants, Draco!" Was the first thing he heard before he was enveloped in a fierce hug. "What happened to your face?!" Draco grinned broadly and stepped out of his godfather's hold. Draco snickered at the thought of a matching bruise adorning daddy-dearest's face. Severus cocked an eyebrow at the teen.

"Oh alright. Well I may have flirted with Harry Potter. Okay well he flirted with me but still! And then Lucius got his knickers in a twist because he came to the correct conclusion that I'm gay- no I'm not done yet, hold on. Then he whacked me across the face with his cane." Draco said his face lit up in glee. Severus groaned internally and pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing that there had to be some spectacular reason as to why his godson was actually happy about the situation.

You see, Severus Snape was a simple man. He had a simple job teaching a bunch of brats how to brew potions and he had a simple home. His life was simple and uncomplicated if you didn't count being a spy. Therefore, he was very- dare he say it- nervous to hear the rest of the story for he was almost positive that his simple way of living was about to be turned upside down. Bracing himself for whatever the answer may be, he asked,

"And you are happy about this because…?" Draco's face took on a devilish expression.

"I may have shouted that I was no longer going to take his shit and punched him in the face." Draco looked up at his godfather, attempting to look innocent. Severus sighed loudly, he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, he realized.

"Tell me you didn't." He responded, though he already knew the answer. Draco began laughing like mad. He felt as though the world had been lifted off his shoulders. Severus couldn't help the twitch of his lips as his beloved godson's face lit up in happiness, something the potion's professor didn't get to see often.

"I'm proud of you Draco. Now as you have obviously defected and come to my home unannounced, I am unprepared. Set that house-elf to work. If you're going to stay the elf might as well stay too." Draco didn't even argue and he set Casey to work making dinner for two.

It was well into the evening by the time Draco went to bed in the guest room, which Severus supposed he would have to turn into an actual bedroom if Draco was to stay permanently. He had just sat down with a glass of fine elf-wine when his floo flared up, a beautiful blonde woman stepping through.

"Narcissa, good evening." He greeted. He stood in a graceful motion and moved to take her cloak. She waved him off and he guessed that it was going to be a rather short visit.

"Is he safe?" She asked quietly. It took a moment for Severus to realize what she was talking about before he understood.

"Yes. And happy. I don't think I've ever seen him smile that much in such a brief period of time." He responded gently. She let out a slight sob.

"Just take care of my baby, Sev. He's all I've got now." Her voice choking up with as tears trickled down her alabaster cheeks. Severus shot her a questioning glance. "I'm leaving, Sev, going into hiding. I located one of the old Black estates in Italy that Lucius has no notion of. It is, of course under the Fidelius. Tell my baby I love him and that one day I will come back for him when it's safe." She said softly. Severus nodded his head in understanding. He pulled the normally formidable woman into a quick embrace, pressing a kiss to her temple. She gave him a teary eyed smile and picked up a large handbag that he suspected had a charm on it to make it never-ending. She nodded to him and stepped back through the floo.

Severus flopped ungracefully into the armchair and rubbed his temples. He skulled his entire glass of wine before pouring some more, this time sipping it delicately. He spent the next hour and a half lazing in front of the fire. He snapped his eyes up when he heard someone shuffle into the room. Draco stood in the doorway, his eyes red and puffy dried tear-tracks on his cheeks. He looked a mess and Severus was reminded of when Draco was still a young boy and had nightmares. He would come to Severus looking exactly as he did now, messy bed-head and all. Draco shuffled his feet and Severus set down his glass. He opened his arms in a sweeping gesture and Draco launched himself into his godfather's arms. Severus rubbed soothing circles in the boy's back, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as Draco sobbed into his shoulder.

"I h-had this a-awful nightm-mare and h-he, oh Merlin." Draco whimpered out, his sentence cut off by a fresh wave of tears. Severus just shushed the boy and continued to soothe him. Draco's sob's subsided into hiccups.

"It'll be okay, Dragon." He said quietly. Severus was really the only one allowed to call Draco that and the blonde wouldn't have it any other way. "I have to go up to Hogwarts soon to begin lesson plans and unfortunately tutor Potter. I have no intentions of leaving you behind, if you don't mind going back to school a few weeks early." Draco nodded, a small smile gracing his features. Severus cocked an eyebrow in his signature Snape expression and Draco laughed softly.

"It's just…Harry isn't an "unfortunately". I happen to think he's rather nice." Draco said, fiddling with the hem of his large sleep shirt. A dimpled grin and a light pink blush adorned his features. Severus sighed and shook his head. He ruffled Draco's hair making his unsightly bed-head worse. "Merlin, Sev. He's just…so, I dunno. I mean a bit crude I suppose, but he is a teenage boy. Merlin, he's got these gorgeous green eyes and amazing hair-'' He said but was cut off by a hand over his mouth.

"Draco, I'm happy for you, but I have no intention of listening to your rambles about Potter. Now, be gone of my presence brat." He said good-naturedly and Draco chuckled. He got off Severus' lap and squeaked in a decidedly unmanly fashion as Severus swatted his godson's ass with a pillow. Draco sent a mock-glare over his shoulder and wandered sleepily upstairs. He yanked off the too-big sweat pants (he had borrowed them from his godfather as he had yet to unpack) and sighed as the shirt fell to his thighs, showing just how petite the teen was despite a bit of lean muscle. He shrugged and crawled under the blankets. Draco was asleep within minutes, dreaming of his green-eyed wonder.

A/N: Annnnd enter caring godfather! Haha, so did you like? Drop me a review so I can feel the love~ Anyways, next chapter should be up soon. I'm really quite surprised at how quickly I am updating these. YAY ME! *London Tipton clappy-thing*

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