A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the awesome reviews on the last part. I wasn't expecting very much feedback at all, so all of you pretty much made my entire week.

Since this took me much too long to post, this part is about 1,000 words longer than the last. Sophomore year in high school has been busier than I expected (and I was expecting it to be fairly busy..) I'll try to post again within now and next week. Please read, review, and if you know someone who may be interested, send them this!

My only suggestion is to listen to some mellow dark music, like "Time Stops" by Explosions in the Sky or "Asleep" by the Smiths, to add to the bittersweet mood I was trying to give in this chapter.

Lastly (I will shut up now, I'm sorry) thanks to my tres bonne beta, nuclear_glitter.

Part 2

Severus ran a pale hand through his thick, wavy mass of ebony black hair. His usual scowl was darker today. He looked around him, not understanding what all the excitement was about.

He saw a flash of red hair and was getting up from his chair when a giggling girl ran into him.

"Sorry, mate," she said, quickly, before running off.

Today was graduation day. His final day of ever being a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had arrived. Although most of peers and the few whom he called friends were excited to get out of school and begin their apprenticeships, Severus felt what could only be sadness. In fact, his mood had been lower than the bottom of the Black Lake since the end of the final exams. Maybe it was because he was leaving everyone he had ever known in order to study under one of the best Potion Masters of the Wizarding world in Italy, but Severus felt like it was more than that.

It was the fact he was leaving the first place to ever truly feel like home. His "home", or where his family lived, was no home. It was hell. He could barely remember a time when his parents weren't fighting and he couldn't hear the painful yells of his mother when his father struck her or the moans of his father when his mother turned her wand against him. His father was a disgusting man who hated most things—including magic—and had a knack for playing mind trips on his mother's weak mind to keep her with him. His mother could barely take care of herself, let alone her child. The only time he could ever remember being happy with his family was when he was six and he and his mother were sitting outside their home in Spinner's End looking up at the stars. She told him stories of his wizard ancestors and fables as she held him close in her lap.

Another person rammed into him, bursting him away from his thoughts, but this person didn't say sorry or run away. Instead he gave Severus a quick appreciative look over before whispering into his ear, "Same place and time?"

Severus frowned angrily. "I thought yesterday was the last time," he hissed.

"I need you, Severus. My family—I need to get away from them." He looked behind him nervously at a tall, thin couple. The woman could have been gorgeous had it not been for her pinched, pretentious expression that gave her the attributes of a rat. The man looked like an exact Lucius in forty years, except with short, white blond hair, more muscle, and a small white goatee.

"Fine," Severus said. He hated himself for it, but what else could he do. "I'll see you then."

Severus had spotted a vibrant mane of red-golden hair again. He left Malfoy to follow her. Although they hadn't been very good friends these past few years, with Lily hanging with Potter and his gang of airheads and Severus becoming more involved with Potions and Dark Arts, he had to see her one last time.

He followed her though the crowd of wizard and witches dressed in pastel spring robes as they milled around and enjoyed the fine, spring day.

He had almost reached her when he stopped in his tracks.

Lily was holding hands with Potter and seemed to be introducing him to her family, who looked as if they had never seen a finer boy. The only person who looked disgusted at it all was Lily's, arse faced sister, Petunia. This was the first time Severus had ever agreed with Petunia's judgment.

Severus spun on his heels and went back into the crowd.


He loosened his bow tie and took off his robe, slinging it under his arm as he undid the top few buttons of his Oxford and pulled up his sleeves.

He walked down the dirt path and into the Forbidden Forest. It was twilight by now; the tiny spark fairies were floating in the air lazily as they drank in the cool air. They weren't even real fairies; just a mix of butterflies, hummingbirds, and magic, with a human face. Usually they hated people walking through their small piece of territory on the cusp of the Forest, but they had gotten used to Severus. He weaved between them and the gigantic trees to go deeper in. He had traveled this path so many times for the past two years that he walked along in autopilot.

It was funny how many memories were entwined with walking down this path. He wasn't even sure why these memories even happened and why he had allowed it. Had he felt trapped? Had he enjoyed it or hated it? He had allowed this…this thing with Malfoy to span two years with little argument or friction. He should have stopped it since he would never feel the same as Malfoy.

It had started in that one unused classroom. Then, the popular boy had sent a message to Severus and he had come unwillingly in order to save himself from total school humiliation. Of course, some would offer that Severus really didn't have it that bad: Malfoy was always the one in the giving position. Only once Severus had to give Malfoy a blowjob and he couldn't look the blonde in the face for weeks. They never spoke of the event again.

Otherwise it was Malfoy on his knees; Malfoy wagging his plump bum at a blindfolded Severus. Never did Severus have to sacrifice a large amount of dignity. Of course, he could have left at any time. After their small affairs, they sometimes spoke about those deep and scary thoughts that always come out after you've shared an orgasm with someone. Severus had enough dirt on Malfoy that he could have walked away with enough gossip to set off the entire school, yet he kept coming back.

The main problem was that Severus wasn't gay, bi, or anything other than straight but he couldn't seem to get away from Malfoy. At first he blamed it on the other boy, but when two months of weekly visits passed and their meeting place was changed from the castle to the forest for more privacy, he wondered if he really enjoyed it. The thought of fucking any other guy disgusted him, yet he still didn't mind doing Malfoy. It was possibly because he was feminine in all the important places. His hands were soft and delicate, his bum plump and smooth, his hips padded with a thin casing of fat and muscle. When he reached an orgasm, he let out high octave gasps that were indistinguishable from a girl's.

Malfoy let Severus overpower him. He fed to Severus's ego by praising him, bowing to him. Severus ate it all up, unused to having someone treat him that way. Although, he never really treated Malfoy the same way. He wasn't rude or anything, but he just didn't feel the need to bow down, especially when everyone else treated him like a king.

He reached their usual spot. It was a kilometer and a half into the forest. It was a small, grassy bed, barely big enough for two, surrounded by tall trees and a few small nests of spark fairies. He laid down on the soft grass and looked up at the blue, pink, and orange sky through the budding, flower clad branches of the trees. He had never thought so much about his and Malfoy's relationship. Now that it was ending, he couldn't help but think over it all.

Footsteps crunched over to him. He glanced over at a tall, lean figure.

"Hey," Malfoy said softly. His eyes were glassy and his voice lofty. Malfoy was in one of his bittersweet moods that were only seen by the closest of his friends.

"Hey," Severus sighed. "I thought last night was the last time."

Malfoy bent down next to him and began to fiddle with his shirt. His eyes raked over Severus, taking in the thick, shiny, black hair, aristocratic nose and pursed lips to the elegant neck and thin, long body. "I can't. I have time tonight. Merlin, Severus you're beautiful. I can't not do this."

Severus scowled. Malfoy knew he didn't like being called beautiful or anything like that. They usually didn't have a problem about that because neither one of them were the emotionally, gushy type. It was just that sometimes Malfoy hit a point of desperation and would say all the things he would usually keep as thoughts. Severus didn't say anything about it though, seeing as this was the last time.

Malfoy went right in after that. The blow job was the best he had ever had. Every trick in the book was used in that one.

Surprisingly, they both had enough energy for a last, final fuck. The blond flipped over and spread his naked legs out. He whispered a spell so his hands were stuck to the ground and could only move along it but not above it. He liked being held down and jerked around. Severus never really understood it, but felt no need to question it.

Severus remembered the first time this had ever happened. Malfoy had made him not wear a blindfold that time and begged him to say "Lucius" and not "L." Severus hadn't even wanted to do it. When he first entered the other teen, he was shocked to find he was causing him pain and yet the blond wanted him to continue. He didn't want to, but at the end he said the name accidentally, which overjoyed Malfoy to no end.

This time, Severus was used to it. He lubed himself and slowly slid into the blond boy. Malfoy clenched him, grinding his teeth in response to the pleasurable pain. They went slow at first to get a good rhythm, but then they started to pound faster. He closed his eyes and conjured up the usual image of Lily, pretending this was her. He was going along just fine until right before he hit his climax. He opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of Malfoy. Severus's hands, which were a shade darker than Malfoy's skin, gripped tightly to the slim hips. Malfoy's back was carved in an impossibly deep arch and his face was raised with an expression of pure joy.

It was something about the way the tiny bit of silver light was hitting Malfoy, along with the glimmer of the spark fairies (who were kinky little bastards that loved to watch human sexual interactions) that made him appear ethereal. For a second, Severus realized how beautiful Malfoy was. Not the sexual beautiful, or the normal beautiful, but an unearthly beautiful that was so rare to find.

Severus gasped and exploded inside of Malfoy. He kept going a bit more until the blond had an orgasm as well. He pulled himself out, but stayed in the position for a moment. He looked down at his partner, who had collapsed on the ground with sweat leaving a shiny residue over his skin. The air smelled sweet and the sky was turning into a lazy, dark blue. For the first time in a while, he felt completely content.

He laid down next to Malfoy, who was staring down at the grass. Severus looked up at the sky. The air was just slightly warm, with a small tingling breeze. Malfoy sighed and turned his face toward Severus.

"The last time?"

"Yes," Severus said quietly.

"I'm able to visit," Malfoy said after minutes of silence.

"What?" He looked over at Malfoy.

"My new lord. He is a benevolent one. I asked and he will allow me to travel to Italy on occasion in order to study under the Dark Arts Masters there." Malfoy stared intently at his friend. "I can visit you. This doesn't have to be the last time Severus. We can still—"

"Malfoy listen to yourself. You can visit me, I don't mind, but don't go any further. We are only seventeen."

"But Severus, it is more than that. This is where our lives begin. My Master told me I have great things ahead of me if I continue with him and I want you to be there."

Severus scoffed, although he found Malfoy's words interesting. "Of course we will know each other; this will not be the last time we see one another. Just the last time we will do, erm, this."

"But I don't see why," Malfoy argued. He rested his head on his hands, elbows digging into the soft grass. His fair hair fell in wisps around his face. Severus realized that if Malfoy had been a girl, he would have been gorgeous. "We can still continue this. Nothing is holding us back. My Lord has nothing against relationships such as ours. To him, human need is simply human need."

Severus turned from Malfoy and looked back at the sky. "Malfoy...I don't-" Severus took a deep breathe. "I don't feel the way you do. I...don't-" he paused again, choosing his words wisely. "I want you to visit me in Italy. I would love that. I'm not sure what will happen, but it'll be great to see a familiar face."

Malfoy reached out and gently touched Severus's face. He tensed but turned back to the other boy. There was a fight going on behind both boys' eyes. Severus wondered if Malfoy would see past the politeness and into the truth that he didn't want a relationship like that. Malfoy was thinking about something else entirely, something disastrous...

"Right, well, then I'll visit you." Malfoy shoved away his thoughts and smiled.

"Good."


The air was warm and humid, floating lazily in the breeze. Severus walked quickly down the cobbled street. The small village a few miles north of Naples was pleasant and quiet and boasted a large underground system of Dark Arts Wizards. It was a lovely place to live (the weather being much less fickle and moody as in England). Severus only had to be sure that he wore the proper attire to be recognized as an apprentice to those with magical blood while still looking normal to the Muggles.

He worse loose, breezy, dark cotton pants and a mid-arm sleeved gray shirt. His dragon hide boots, although durable, were covered with splashes from miscalculated potions and his hands were riddled with Muggle Band-Aids. His Master told him they healed better by the natural way and he would learn nothing if he just magicked himself out of everything.

He turned down the path into a small ally. He walked in the tight space until he reached an opening the size and shape of a standard door. He entered and gingerly stepped over piles of rock and debris. The rood had large, crumbling holes that let in huge shafts of light that highlighted sharp edges and dust motes.

"Malfoy," he whispered.

A hand brushed against his face and weaved itself into his thick, wavy hair. He wore his hair a little below his jaw line; as was the fashion among the Italian wizards.

"Hey..." Malfoy whispered in Severus's ear. He kissed the other boy on the neck. Severus didn't like to kiss Malfoy. Well, he doesn't particularly like to do anything physical with Malfoy.

He had been in Italy for well over three years now. Malfoy used to visit him every two or three months, but the visits have slowly declined. Although Malfoy said it was because his "Lord" worked him hard, Severus believed it was because they didn't do much of what Malfoy wanted to do. The problem was the less he came to visit, the touchier he got. Severus remembered the last time; he had to almost peel Malfoy off of him.

Besides, Severus, had been seeing a few girls since he had moved to Italy. He was no longer in need of Malfoy's services. It felt horribly false now that Severus had other, more willing, options, even if they weren't serious. He figured it was best if he began to let Malfoy go, slowly.

But Malfoy had been becoming more serious every time he saw Severus. He kept talking about "how it was only a matter of time" until something was going to happen.

"It's all going to end, Severus," Malfoy had told him quickly at the end of their last meeting. "We are those few who have been chosen." Severus had tried to ask what he had meant, but the boy had already Apparated.

Malfoy felt the tension in Severus and pulled away. He sat on a rock and looked at Severus with serious green-blue eyes.

"Severus, I can't stay for long. My Master has traveled with me to Italy and does not like allowing me out of his sight. My wanderings have…displeased him." Malfoy winced but Severus knew not to ask.

"I have told him of you and your abilities. He wishes to meet you. It is a great honor that only a few…"

Severus frowned as Malfoy kept rambling on. The meeting had taken an odd turn. He wasn't expecting this.

"You told him of me?" Severus interrupted Malfoy.

He nodded slowly, looking at the holes in the ceiling. "Yes. He wanted to see who was the boy I kept visiting after all these years. He is impressed with what I told about you. You should meet him Severus. He is perfect for those like us."

"Who is your Master?" Severus asked. He heard Malfoy mention it a few times before but he had always forgotten it.

"He is known by many names, but most refer to him as Lord Voldemort," Malfoy answered.

Severus looked away, frowning. He had heard about this Lord Voldemort. Many Dark Art wizards and witches spoke about him, part supporting, part against, and a small part neutral. Severus's Master, admired the power of the emerging leader but didn't like the fascination with pure-bloods. Severus hadn't thought much about it.

"Doesn't he prefer pure-bloods?" Severus asked quietly.

"Yes, he likes them, but there are many half-bloods among our ranks," Malfoy said eagerly. "Severus, you are whispered about all over the Dark Arts World. You are the first person Dark Art Potion's Master De Luca has trained in years; your talent and potential is immeasurable. It would only benefit you if you meet with my Lord."

Severus sighed. "My Master—"

"Can meet him as well! Please."

Severus was quiet, biting on his lip. "Well, right. I shall ask him."

"Good."


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