AN: Okay, here it is. The next to last chapter, I think. Enjoy!
When Hell Freezes Over
Chapter 4: The Godfather
"Sev!" Draco called, banging loudly on the oak door in front of him. "Open the damn door! Now!"
The blond Slytherin was currently standing outside the office of one Severus Snape. He had come to spend quality time with his godfather, as he did every Friday evening.
It seemed however, the Potions Master was being a snot today.
"SEVERUS SNAPE! I mean it!"
As Draco lifted his hand to pound on the door it was opened and his was faced with one livid godfather.
And that would have been bad anyway, but this livid godfather happened to be said Severus Snape.
Draco was wishing his location was with his demented friends, even if it did mean horrible torture.
Because, really, whatever the obsidian eyed man in front of him had planned was probably going to be a lot more painful.
Draco looked down at his feet for a moment pondering the best course of action, and realized: he had none.
His grey eyes glanced up through his blond fringe.
"Alright," Draco sighed. "What did I do now?"
And moments after he stepped through the threshold the door slammed behind him on its own.
Just like in the movies were everyone dies.
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"Not only were you irresponsible enough to forget a detention, you didn't even apologize! As Head Boy, you should remember these things! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
Draco did, actually, but he was having a little bit of an out of body experience after the fifteen minute lecture he had just received, so he remained silent.
Severus, seeing Draco's glazed eyes, just started up again.
"Ok!" he shouted. "It won't happen again, Sev. But I had Head Boy duties that night, and I had to go do them, and then Filch decided he needed an excuse to whine, and then my friends went psycho and interrogated me half of the night, and now..."
Draco stopped his ranting, his eyes unfocused. Severus just gaped at him. What was wrong with his godson?
"And now," Draco continued softly. "I think I might be in love with Harry Potter."
Two surprised yelps flooded the room, one seeming to come from nowhere. Draco did not notice this however, for at the moment all of his attention was focused on his godfather, who had dropped limply onto the couch.
"Sev?" Draco called hesitantly.
He could not see the Potion Master's face as it was curtained by his oily hair. The older man did not speak but brought his tapered fingers to hold the bridge of his nose.
"Severus?" Draco's silver eyes were worried, but the blond did not move.
Severus inhaled deeply, then lifted his head and looked intently at Draco.
"Well," the gaunt man began. "I guess that means I owe Albus 50 Galleons. Dammit. I was sure it would take you longer than this."
Silver eyes just blinked at Severus.
The raven haired man stared back for a few seconds and, seeing that Draco was not going to do anything interesting for at least five minutes, Severus went and made two cups of tea.
When he returned from his small kitchenette, he found his godson sitting on the couch staring at the fire.
Handing Draco a cup of steaming tea Severus decided to get down to it.
"So," he began calmly. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
And for hours that was all Draco did.
They became so submersed in their conversation that neither noticed the door open and shut, appearing to have its own will.
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AN: Ok, there. I will write more soon, and then will work waaaaaay harder on the other stories. I only have one or two chapters left. Review, please.