† No other Cure †

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the author.

Pairings: Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy

Rating: M for sex scenes and language. This is a MM, meaning a man having sex with another man. If you don't like, don't read.

Genre: Romance/Angst

Theme: Harry Potter Chapter V Until Tomorrow

Morning found Malfoy getting dressed, with a little difficulty. He was alert again and the poisoning was going away rapidly. He had drank and eaten that morning thanks to his beloved Snape. Once done he smiled at Severus and was lead from the dreaded Hospital Wing. How he hated the place now. Ugly mossy green and white blankets. Gold shining through the window in the morning and blue at night. Ugh he hated it now. He was very glad he was able to leave and more than peachy that he was heading to Snape's room, he wondered a little what it might look like. No doubt it would be green and black maybe some silver. Malfoy had a bit of a hard time walking, mostly because he'd been off his feet for so long and his muscle was mostly gone. He had to lean against Snape at first than managed to walk but Severus remained close to him, incase he took a false step and stumbled. They made their way to the dungeons and down the long halls from Potions class and found a painting of an emerald dragon with beady eyes. It looked at both of them then hissed in a snake's voice.

"Passssword?" it flicked its wings and waited, eyeing Draco.

"Serpent's Eye." Spoke Severus in a clear, well cut voice. The dragon flicked his tongue and the portrait opened and the two disappeared inside. Hah, Malfoy was right. Dark black oak floor, dark green walls, black furniture. Yes this was exactly what he exspected Snape's quarter's to look like. Severus closed the door and made his way to a desk Malfoy hadn't noticed and sat down and pulled out a blank parchment and a few others with pretty handwriting on them and began to take what looked like notes, his handwriting had a noticeable awkwardness, like it hurt to keep his wrist bent the way needed to hold a quill. Malfoy wondered why this was but didn't find courage to ask, what would he say? 'Hey Sevvey, does your wrist hurt, your writing is wonky.' He'd find the dungeons in seconds and the painting of the dragon. He stood front as center as if he was on trial but his legs ached and pained him. Snape looked up at him with a sharp gaze.

"Sit, lay down, bathe, and do what you like Malfoy." He said sharply and went back to writing. Draco blinked, slightly bewildered, he was sure this was the first and last time he' ever hear those words come out of a teachers mouth. He looked around then gingerly walked to the door he had assumed the bathroom, lucky him is was and wasn't a closet. He closed the door and was about to lock it when he head Snape on the other side.

"Leave it unlocked, incase you go out cold or slip." Draco sneered a little, he wasn't that dense and left it unlocked and drew a bath and removed his clothes, running a nail over each rib he could see, feeling sick at the touch.

When the bath was drawn he got in and lay back, relaxing immensely. It felt good to get clean and to go into an almost vegetated state. He must have been in there for a while cause he heard Snape knock again the door. "You alive in there or have you drowned?" When Draco didn't answer, though he did try hard but his voice was missing, Snape got a little worried and opened the door just a little and looked straight at Draco's face, no lower for fear of his own reaction (long story short, Draco didn't put bubbles in his bath… ehehe). "Oh good you haven't drown." He said sarcastically. Malfoy furrowed his brow and looked though he was about to splash water at Snape. "Don't you dare…" Snape warned, but Malfoy just smirked. "Do not." He warned again and began to back out of the bathroom, Draco smirked again and splashed some water at Snape and got him, soaking his chest. He let off a short growl and exited making Draco wonder if he had gone to far. He wrapped up his bath and got out only to find in dismay he was short a towel. He opened the door, holding his cloths in front of his body and blushed a little but also looked concerned as he saw Snape changing his shirt and robe, his skin was as pale as Malfoy's but it was covered in scars. Snape turned around sharply, looking both frightened and mad and he did up his shirt very fast. "Put on some bloody clothes!" yelped Snape, who had never, spoke badly in front of anyone. Draco looked taken aback and shook his head, trying to find a way to explain he needed a towel, but thank Merlin, Snape got it and went to a closet and pulled out a dark green towel and handed it to Malfoy who took it and scurried back into the bathroom to dry off and walked out with the towel around his waist, his robes folded and in his arm. He placed them on a chair and looked around the room again, being spooked out of his wits when Snape spoke from his desk. "You can look, but don't touch." He grunted without looking up from the paper he had finally finished writing on. Draco blinked, so looked through all the books on the black shelves around his room, reading each title before looking at Snape who looked back with a dark gaze. "What?" of course Draco didn't answer he watched a few more moments then he disappeared into the bathroom and came out dressed in his black school pants. Snape didn't even look up from his studies when he came back. Malfoy walked over to the bed and stared at it, nervous but tired and then looked at Snape. Severus felt eyes on him and looked up. He noted Malfoy's nervous gaze. "Go ahead, sleep. I'll wake you up before dinner." Snape promised, standing up and rolling the parchments and putting them away, then finding a book and sitting down on a couch to read it. Malfoy stared down at the bed then, still ginger, pulled the blankets back and slipped in, wrapping them about his body, feeling nice and cozy in the big bed.

Malfoy woke up a bit later to find Snape nowhere in site. He was puzzle and got out of bed and looked around, getting a good fright when he saw Snape sleeping on a couch, the man, who was a light sleeper looked up at him sleepily. "Don't look so shocked, must I remind you, you're the one who took my bed?" he asked as he sat up and brushed some of his black hair from his eyes. Such nice looking hair, he wanted to run his fingers through it. Not greasy but it looked so soft and silky. He gave a soft sigh and Draco smiled and walked over and sat on the couch, a few feet from Snape and leaned back, making himself comfortable. Snape smirked a little at him and got up and went over to a small bar against one wall but instead of making some strong alcoholic drink or pouring whiskey he made some tea and brought two cups over to the black coffee table and poured the tea. Draco took his cup gratefully and began sipping it. Mm it tasted great! He didn't even know Snape knew how to make tea. Snape watched him with a slight frown, waiting cautiously incase Malfoy had to throw up the liquid but nothing came back up so he relaxed and took a single sip from his cup. He looked around for a clock but found none and looked a little puzzled but let it slip, Snape would tell him if they needed to go. He stood up, gave Snape a thankful look and slipped back into the bed. Snape sighed and laid his head back, staring up at the ceiling for awhile before getting up and going over to Malfoy and looked down at him quietly. He seemed to have already fallen into a deep slumber; Merlin the boy was a thick sleeper. He dared a little and leaned down and gently kissed Malfoy's cheek before the boy, having a happy dream turned over a little and caught his arms about Severus' neck and his lips met Snape's. Snape's eyes widened and he was brought back to reality, no this couldn't happen, he couldn't develop feelings for Malfoy. Draco was his student! He could be in so much trouble for this! But despite what his heart was screaming he was unable to pull away, he found his lips open and an eager silver tongue slipped into his mouth. He pulled back a little but sleeping Draco's arms clung tight. Snape sealed his own tongue to the base of his mouth, refusing to give in any more than he already had. But it was very tempting, after all, Malfoy was only half dressed and had his lips firmly sealed on Snape's, that devilish silver tongue fooling around. He closed his eyes, a hand resting on the backboard of his bed, the other light on Malfoy's shoulder. As his eyes closed Malfoy became aware of what he was doing and couldn't help but think 'I won.' Which made him feel guilty again. He released his arms from Snape's neck and took his lips off looked away quickly. Snape had a moment of longing, breathing a little heavy before standing up straight and turned away. "You should get ready… for dinner." He said quietly and walked to his desk, sitting down again. Malfoy looked at him and got out of bed; going to the chair he'd left his cloths and pulled them on, not bothering to go into the bathroom since he had his pants on already. He kept his back to Snape, feeling horrid. But Snape was smiling gently to himself… it had felt, frightfully wonderful and so right. But he reminded himself he'd be seeing Azkaban if anyone found out about what he had done or if he went any further.

When Malfoy was done getting dressed they made there way to the dinner hall, early so as not to make a scene and took their seats. Dumbledore asked him how Malfoy was doing and he informed him he was fine and looking better. He found he couldn't eat that night nor drink and told himself to fix a strong whiskey that night and some olives. He watched Malfoy, making sure he didn't get sick while eating. He only ate a bit of fruit and had some water, though once or twice he saw Malfoy unable to swallow but he got a hold of it. At these times Snape found himself gripping his napkin tightly but dare not show his slight fear. They were to administer the antidote before breakfast, after lunch and before he went to asleep. He hoped the boy might get his voice back soon, so it would be easier to tell if he was feeling good and what he wanted.

When dinner ended Malfoy caught up with Snape at the stairs and they headed back to the dungeons, but not before going to the hospital and administering the antidote. They then headed to the room. Malfoy got into bed and read through a book that Snape had allowed him to take off a shelf and read while he drank his whiskey, finishing off the bottle by the time Malfoy had finished the book and put it on one of the black nightstands. He looked over at Snape and saw him get up and walk over to the other side of the bed. He pulled back the covers and slipped in. He had removed his robe when they had arrived and his black dress shirt was unbuttoned. He exhaled, alcohol on his breath making Malfoy recoil. 'He's drunk.' Draco thought, feeling sick. He turned his back to Snape, so as to try an forget the stench and go to sleep and he managed to do so but woke up facing him again, he was pressing firmly to the warm body, his arms wrapped around the broad back. When Snape woke he was sober again and frightened out of his wits, not recalling how he had even gotten into the bed with the boy and was very relieved when he relized he had his pants on still and hadn't done anything stupid. But he did however have a child stuck to him and when he tried to move he found a hangover and was stuck. "Malfoy… silly boy, let me go." He snorted but Malfoy had closed his eyes and didn't feel like releasing the warm body "Five more minutes… Sevvey…" he mumbled, burying his face into Snape's chest. Snape's eyes widened. Had he just imagined it or had Malfoy spoke? He tried gently to wake the boy but he didn't budge from his death grip around Snape's body. The man sighed and brought a hand up and laid it gently under Malfoy's hair, the other pressing to his lower back. He felt very comfortable close to Malfoy, but he couldn't help but think if Dumbledore walked in, he knew Snape's password, what he would think. It was prohibitive for a teacher to sleep or so much as touch a student in a suggestive way. Snape sighed into the boy's neck and felt him wake up again. "S-Snape?"
Came a whispering voice. Snape smiled and released him. "I take it your voice has returned?" Malfoy looked as shocked as Severus had. "I-I guess so!" said Malfoy with a bright smile. He then seemed to become aware of their position and quickly let go of Severus and backed away a little. Once released Sev got out of the bed quickly and brushed the wrinkles out of his clothes and went to the bar and fixed some tea, feeling a bad headache and taking some pills.

"A-are you ok?" asked Draco, getting out of the bed and curling up in leather chair.

"I'm fine." He replied a little shortly, ashamed he had gotten drunk and then slept in his bed knowing Draco was in it. Once Draco had finished a cup of tea he stood up. "I want a bath." He said, sounding like he was suggesting Severus draw him up one. "You know where the bathroom it. But this time," he stood up and went to his cupboard and gave Draco a towel. "Take this." Draco smiled and went to the bathroom. Snape lay down on the couch, his head aching. He scolded himself, he knew very well last night could have gone much worse; he was lucky he had not touched Malfoy.

When he had relaxed and dried off Malfoy tied the towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom, to see Snape dozed off on the couch. A smug smirk crossed his face and he quietly snuck up to him, than he stole a kiss off those soft lips. Snape's eyes flashed open and he sat up. Draco pouted. "Don't fool around like that, Malfoy."

"I wasn't fooling." He teased and stood up. His height offering Snape a view of the towel from where he was laying, but he looked away. "What you just did could get both of us in trouble." He hissed. Malfoy put a hand on his hip.

"Just like when you kissed me before supper and how you slept next to me last night hm?" taunted Malfoy, Snape was taken aback and looked a little defensive but he didn't fight back. "Damn, your talkative when you've been sick." He hissed. Draco smirked down at him. "Heh! Don't worry I won't tell anyone, I don't want to get kicked out of school." He snorted that didn't ease Snape too much and he sighed. "We should head to breakfast…" he muttered and stood up.

"I'm not hungry." Commented Draco, folding his pale arms across his stomach, the underside of his ribs against his wrists.

"Then put you're clothes on so we can give you your medicine." Grunted Snape, pulling on his robe.

"Don't like what you see? You wound me." Growled the boy and Snape glared his coal eyes back. But didn't comment and that made Malfoy smirk again, looking like he'd just won a fight but got dressed anyway, not going into the bathroom and dropped his towel, getting changed. 'I'm acting slutty…' Malfoy told himself but could only smile, cause he knew he was getting away with it. Snape than paused. "You do have classes today, will you be attending them?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at Malfoy as the boy did up his tie and walked over to him. "Mmm… Na, I still don't feel good." He replied Snape nodded and they went to the hospital wing to administer the antidote.

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Chapter 5, complete. Snape begins to get feelings for Draco and Draco takes advantage of it, what will happen on the upcoming Halloween? Who will be tricking and who will be treating? ;) Please join us again for our next chapter, simply titled Blond Little Vampire. Ha-ha, it's April and I'm writing about October.

Snape: Blond little Vampire? That one sounds promising…

Author: Ah thanks for reminding me Sevvey! The next chapter will most defiantly be NC-17

Snape: Joy…

Draco: I CAN TALK AGAIN WHOOOO-HOOO!

Snape: Bloody hangover, be quiet.

Draco: :P

Author: Hm…

Draco: Hey, hey, since I'm better can I have POV in the next chapter?

Author: Hm maybe… that might be fun.

Snape: Blond little Vampire AND Draco's POV… how exciting, make my double do it, I'm calling in sick.

Author: You're a fictional character tweaked to my imagination; you aren't allowed to call in sick.

Snape: …

Draco: I like the new title… gunna be fun!

Snape: You classified this as a Romance/Angst, where's the Angst?

Author: Well, first you and Draco do it a few times tha---

Snape: NEVERMIND.

Peter: My antidote is a success!!!!!!!

Everyone but Snape: PARTY Have a great, good time common!

Snape: My head….

Author: I'd also like to say this now, I Liked Lupin as a dark arts teacher a lot (so sad when he resigned) so, because of that fact and because this is my fanfic, Lupin is still their dark art's teacher and only Harry, Snape, Hermione, Ron and Dumbledore know he's a werewolf.

Dumbledore: Remember, R and R.