Chapter 11
*Warning: Probably contains typos*
About one and half bottles of Firewhiskey into their little game, Severus was suddenly remembering why he didn't drink it in the first place. Alcohol, especially magically induced alcohol, made him act very strange. It made him think the most bizarre and the most inappropriate things...
Like how pretty Lucius's hair is, or how bright his eyes are... Or how soft his skin looks... Or how good his pants hug his slim Malfoy waist... Or just how damn kissable he looks.
These were not thoughts that you thought about your best friend. Not at all.
Every time he had a drink, Severus could not get Lucius out of his head. Frankly, it made him uncomfortable. He'd grown up with Lucius; they were like brothers. They, despite the dark paths their lives had taken, were best friends. He knew full well that his students thought he was the devil incarnate, and he couldn't repeat some of the stuff he heard about Lucius from the brats, but what his pupils didn't understand was that they were human beings and they had feelings. They even had good times and friends: each other. Severus couldn't imagine life without Lucius, and he was certain Lucius would say the same thing about him. So, they were BFFs or what ever the hell the kids were calling it.
Lucius wasn't allowed to arouse him romantically, dammit!
No!
"Sevy," Lucius slurred, "Yor loosin..." He leaned heavily against his black-haired friend and began giggling. He took another swig of whiskey but straight from the bottle this time.
Severus, who was drunk enough to think inappropriate thoughts but not drunk enough to slur his speech, raised a black eyebrow. "What in the world is so funny, Luc?" He despised nicknames, but since his friend was using one he could use one too.
Lucius looked up from the more sober shoulder he was leaning on. From Severus's point of view he saw pale, flushing cheeks, big icy blue eyes from beneath full lashes, and normally-neatly-in-place-blonde-hair framing a face shaped to be praised. He felt his own pale cheeks heat up.
"Jus you a'ways make me 'mile," the blonde replied, smiling brightly.
It made Severus's heart ache. There was a time before the Dark Lord, before Narcissa, before their seventh year at Hogwarts, when Lucius would smile like that all time. There needs to be something said about Lucius Calcien Malfoy, something that most people do not know: he has a beautiful smile.
Severus can remember the very day he first saw it...
*F. Y. I. the written words following are a flashback to the past*
Severus Snape looked nervously around the crowded platform. He was about to start his first year of Hogwarts; all he had to do was load the train. He had been really happy about it when he received his letter, but now he was all alone. He wasn't excited about being alone. He wished his parents could be here but they...
No. It wouldn't do to think about it. He just needed to find a seat on the train.
He found a seat... an empty one. He was all alone again.
When the final whistle blew, the door to his lonely compartment swung open, hard. In burst a slightly shorter blonde boy in very expensive looking dress robes. The intruder was pale and slender with long blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. He almost looked like a girl...
"You!" he exclaimed, walking into the compartment and standing before Severus. "What's your name? Snape isn't it?"
Severus was a little taken aback, but he nodded his head. "I'm Severus Snape, yes. Why? How do you know my name?"
The boy looked at him oddly. "Every good-standing wizard knows where to get a potion or the ingrediants to make one; only the Snape family supplies will do. You're their only heir." He stuck out a perfect, smooth hand. "I'm Lucius Calcien Malfoy," he said, "You're going to be my friend."
Severus looked at the hand for a minute; was that an order or a request? But he could tell that this Lucius character was accustomed to getting his way, so why stop him now? He reached his own, tougher hand out and smiled. "Okay, Lucius Malfoy; you have yourself a friend."
*Flashback over*
And that had been the first time Severus had seen Lucius smile; it wasn't a smirk or a small smile. It was a large, bright, happy smile that made Lucius look like he'd just received the perfect gift. It was a smile that the blonde Malfoy had worn quite often, that is, until seventh year. He was betrothed to Narcissa, whom he was secretly in love with. She never really had the same love for him, but they were happy. He smiled on their wedding day, and he smiled when Draco was born. But those were the last times that Severus saw his friend smile so brightly; when he joined the Dark Lord...
Severus was just happy that being in Forks was bringing Lucius back; the real one. He had greatly missed his friend.
"Hey, Sevy..." Lucius said drunkenly, his eyes closing as he used Severus as a pillow, "You love me don't you?"
"What?"
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Jacob blew into the fireplace as he tried to get the fire going. He hadn't used the old thing before; he was surprised that he'd even thought about it. But it was a perfect reason to bring Draco home. He thought the meeting with his dad had gone really well! Score Jacob! Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh!
While Jacob was singing silly songs in his head, Draco was fidgeting in his chair as he was stared down by the old man... again.
Dammit, old man! What the hell are you looking at? "Umm..." He looked down at his bare legs, suddenly very self-conscious which was new to him; in fact, he was only nervous around Jacob and now apparently Jacob's father too. "I'm sorry I'm not properly dressed," he said, "We went to the beach." His face warmed. "I, um, didn't want everyone trying to dress me." Dammit! He hated being helpless! Why hadn't he just used his damn magic?
"That's some tattoo you have there," Billy replied because honestly the scantily clad boy wasn't what he was staring at; it was that tattoo. The hideous, dark design had caught his eye, and he hadn't been able to look away. He was used to tattoos, and he had seen his fair share of weird ones, but this one... The dark ink, the vicious snake, the screaming skull; they were things he'd seen in tattoos before of course but this particular design was new to him. There was something... evil... about it. Just looking at it made his hair stand on end.
Jacob swore he could feel his mate's discomfort; the blonde turned away from the man and covered his arm, ashamed. "It's nothing," Draco said, "Just the result of being young and stupid."
You're not stupid Draco; don't think that!
'At least he can admit it,' Billy thought. He could sense the tense atmosphere though; there was something that he wasn't being told again. Why was his son hiding things from him? Was it Draco's fault? He didn't like that. He'd just have to talk to Jacob about that later. "Well," he said, deciding to be pleasant for now, "We all have moments like that hidden away don't we?" He laughed which lightened the mood.
Jacob finally got a good fire going. "Yes!" he exclaimed. He sang again in his head; this time he even danced a bit.
Billy and Draco laughed together, shaking their heads at the same time. They didn't notice.
"So why have you suddenly decided to use this old fireplace?" Billy questioned. "I didn't even know you knew how."
Jacob stared at his father in horror. "Dad!" He shot his eyes to Draco, who was laughing, then turned them back to his father. Don't embarass me in front of Draco! he mentally yelled to the man.
Billy's eyes sparkled in amusement. He began to wheel his chair backwards so he could leave the small living room. "I'm going to go watch the game in my room, okay? Draco, it was nice meeting you. We'll have to talk more later."
Jacob shooed him away while Draco waved 'goodbye' tentatively.
When the man was gone Jacob smiled at Draco brightly. "I think he likes you!"
Draco gave him a look that clearly said did we just meet the same man?. He slumped down in his chair. He could tell when someone didn't like him; hell, a lot of people didn't like him. He could tell. Billy Black was not a fan of his, not at all.
Jacob chuckled and swooped the blonde out of his chair and carried him to the couch. He plopped down and settled in with Draco right next to him. "Don't worry about my dad." He gently grabbed Draco's tattooed arm. "So... My dad can't know about you?"
"It would be best for him not to know," Draco replied. "I shouldn't have told any of you... It's not safe."
"You haven't seen what we can do; we'll be alright," Jacob said confidently.
"And you haven't seen what the Dark Lord can do!" Draco exclaimed. "What I did to Paul is nothing compared to what he can do." He leaned heavily against Jacob's side and sighed. He didn't want to think about it anymore. "You're really hot," he mumbled.
Jacob allowed the change in subject and he chuckled. "Why thank you."
The blonde lightly punched the bigger teen. "I meant temperature wise idiot. Do you know why?"
Jacob shook his head. "Do you?"
"It's the magic in your body," the blonde replied. "Magic is energy; energy produces heat. It requires a lot of magic to shift forms, and you have to be able to do it quickly so your magic is always ready and warm."
"That's pretty cool," Jacob said. "So there are more... shifters? Like me?"
"Oh yes," Draco replied. "There are the wolfshifters, like you, and actual werewolves. Then of course, wizards can change their shape. Some of them anyway; a wizard that can take the shape of an animal is known as an Animagus. There are also-"
"Can you turn into an animal?" Jacob interrupted.
Draco lifted his head slightly and looked at the bigger teen. He smirked and leaned back against him again. "Not legally," he replied. "There is a certain process you have to go through to become an actual Animagus; it's a legal waste of time, too much work."
"So what do wizards turn into?"
"It all depends on the wizard," Draco answered. "A wizard's magic decides for him." He laughed. "Severus's magic made his Animagus form a female. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard then I did when he told me."
Jacob was still trying to wrap his head aorund the fact that Draco was a sort of shifter too. What could he turn into? He really liked the idea. "So what did your magic make yours?"
Draco smirked. "Maybe I'll show you one day."
Jacob pouted. "What? You can't tell me?"
Draco just laughed. He was really tired, and it was really warm with the fire and leaning so heavily against a warm body... Who knew that going to the beach would take so much out of him? He made himself more comfortable, finding it surprisingly easy to completely let his gaurd down.
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Harry was trying really hard to be polite, but it was very difficult. All he could do was stare in awe at the household of beauties. Esme, Carlisle, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Edward, Rosalie... beautiful couldn't even describe them accurately, not even close. And they were all super nice! He expected vampires to be darker. But that was probably his muggle upbringing; he should have known better. He was constantly finding out that most of the stuff he'd heard pr learned in his muggle life was one of two thing. It was true or false, sometimes it was both.
Vampires for example are real, which he didn't believe as a muggle. However, they aren't ugly, bloodthirsty beasts that can't go out into the sunshine. They can't turn into bats or wolves or whatever other foolish myth he'd heard. Garlic? No effect, in fact they don't even eat real food at all. And the Cullens were one more step over the line: they don't drink the blood of humans!
Harry had a feeling he would enjoy living with them... but how long would he have to? He couldn't stay here until the Dark Lord was dead! That damn man has a knack of not damn dying!
He needed to talk to Dumbledore!
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Severus was still in shock. "What did you say Luc?"
The blonde looked at him quite seriously. "You love me, right?"
"O-of course I do you fool," he said, trying to ignore his heart beating loudly in his hears. "You and Draco are the only family I have."
Lucius was quiet for a moment before he brought a perfectly manicured, and very soft, hand to the Potion Master's face. "I don't mean like that." He replied, oddly sober-sounding. "You... desire me... as a lover?"
What?
'Snap out of it Severus! How much have you had to drink! Lucius is your best friend! You do not desire him! You can't!'
He reached a shaky hand up and put it over Lucius's. "I believe you've had to much to drink, Luc. You always have such crazy ideas when you're drunk."
The blonde sighed and removed his hand. "A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts Sevy..." he mumbled. He laid back on the bed and made himself comfortable. "I was so sure," he continued to mumble. "Always taking care of me, always by my side, listening to me rant,-"
"What are you talking about Lucius?"
The blonde looked up at his friend. "I've always thought that you wanted me," he replied. "Ever since our Hogwarts years; you were always there, being my friend and helping me. I guess I was just full of myself, thinking everyone loves me. I'm sorry," he finished with a chuckle. He rolled onto his side and curled up. "Night Sevy."
Severus sat back and took the last remaining swig of firewhiskey.
Did he love Lucius?
Well of course! His first friend, his only best friend, someone as smart as he is, always there with him, knows how to make him laugh when hardly anything can make him smile... So of course he loves Lucius... but like that? The way he implies?
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Jacob was getting pretty hot. The fire was still going nicely, which made him proud; he still couldn't believe his dad had embarassed him with the fireplace! Draco didn't need to know that he had never used the fireplace before! Anyways, back to being hot. His 'magic' was about to kill him. It was really hot with the fire and with his natural body heat mixing together; he really wanted to feel the cool night air on his skin, but he couldn't move.
He had been watching Draco sleep since the blonde dozed off. So cute!
He didn't want to move and wake the blonde up. He looked so comfortable, and so cute! Damn he was adorable! He was cuddled into Jacob's side, his blonde head resting on the bigger teen's shoulder. His pale skin almost glowed next to Jacob's own dark skin. Okay, forget cute; Draco's damn beautiful.
Jacob very carefully tried to readjust himself so get himself more comfortable. He froze when Draco started to move, but the blonde didn't wake up; he adjusted himself with Jacob and stayed asleep. Jacob smiled and closed his own eyes.
When he opened them again, he was in his bed. Woah... Who moved him? Where was Draco!
His eyes widened when he realized he wasn't alone in his bed...
"Oh good, you're awake," he heard.
"Draco? How did we get in my room? Why are you in my bed?" He realized something else. "Why am I naked?" Wait. Pause. "Are you naked?"
The blonde looked at him like he'd lost his mind. He then looked down at himself and blushed.
Oh yeah; he's naked. Wow. He really wanted to see. "Why are we naked?" he questioned
"You don't remember?" Draco questioned with a frown.
"No, but I'd like to," the bigger teen replied. His looked at the blonde's bare chest and let his eyes travel down until they were met with the sheet that covered the rest of his mate. His mouth watered.
"Go back to sleep," Draco said, turning red. After having that discussion with his father, he knew exactly what was going on.
Jacob sat up. "Why?" he questioned with a smirk. "I thought you were going to remind me of why we're naked." He began to edge closer to the blonde.
Draco edged away from the approaching wolfshifter. "I'd rather not," he replied, still blushing. "This isn't even really happening."
Jacob laughed. "What do you mean?" He got closer and was about to grab the blonde but something pushed against his chest. He looked down and saw that it was Draco's leg, covered in the sheet. "Your leg!" he exclaimed happily. "It works!"
Draco laughed. "I told you, this isn't really happening. We're dreaming."
"But I just woke up," he replied, confused.
"You woke up into this dream," Draco replied. "I was talking to my father about this. Apparently, we can share dreams through our connection. But it can only happen when we're both asleep. Since I remember this dream, I must have fallen asleep first, and since you just 'got here' I guess you fell asleep second. If you were still awake then you in my dream would know what was going on."
Okay... "But I'm here now, so why don't you tell me what we were doing? And that means that you were dreaming about us being naked together?" He smirked when the blonde flushed even darker. "Tell me! Tell me!" he exclaimed, almost like a hyper puppy.
Draco shook his head, embarassed. It wasn't his fault that every time he went to sleep he had weird dreams about Jacob!
Really, Draco? You're going to make me do it again? Fine; suit yourself. "Come on Draco, tell me. Please? Tell me Draco; Draco tell me. What did we do? Tell me; tell me; tell me."
"I'm not falling for that one again, Jacob," Draco replied. "Maybe you should have gotten here sooner and you would know what we were doing."
"Maybe if you weren't so adorable in your sleep I wouldn't have been watching you." Now it was his turn to blush. "I mean... Um..." He chuckled nervously.
Draco laughed. "You were watching me in my sleep?"
"Okay, okay! Back to being naked!" Blushing was only fun when it was Draco turning red!
"You're not getting anything out of me," Draco replied, moving back some more when Jacob edged closer. "You missed it; maybe you should go to sleep sooner."
"Or maybe we can just reinact whatever we did."
"Or maybe not."
"Come on, please?"
Draco looked at him... He then looked behind him and decided that falling off the bed would wake him up. "Okay..." he said. He edged closer to Jacob, who stopped in surprise. The blonde made sure they were both still covered with the sheets as he edged Jacob to the end of the bed. When the bigger teen was close enough to the edge, Draco grabbed him and kissed him. "That's all you get," he said when he pulled away.
"What? Why?" Jacob questioned with a pout.
"It's different now because you're here."
"So my dream self can have you but I can't?" That's not fair at all!
"Are you jealous of yourself?" Draco questioned with a smile.
After a moment of contemplation: "Yes, I sadly am. I hate myself!"
Draco just laughed.
"It's not funny!"
"Oh, it is definitely funny," the blonde replied. But on a serious note. "There is something you need to know about soul mates, especially with a bond as strong as imprinting. It has to do with this dream sharing business: if I were to slap you in my dream, when you're not sleeping so you're not sharing the dream, you wouldn't feel it. However, like now, if I were to slap you, you'd feel it when you woke up. Does that make sense?"
Jacob nodded. "I guess. Since we're both asleep, we're having the same dream, and if you hit me while we're sharing I'll feel it when I wake up. Right?"
"Yes," Draco replied. "But it isn't just hitting that can be felt... If we were to... to..."
"Have sex?"
Draco blushed. "Yes, 'have sex', while we're sharing a dream like this; it'll be like we actually did when we wake up."
"And that's bad?"
Draco had shared enough secrets with the bigger male, and although he needed to tell Jacob of his ability to reproduce his feelings about it were still pretty raw. If he were a woman, he was sure that Jacob may ask about being able to concieve in a dream, which is highly possible with a soul mate, but since he's a guy the question is unlikely. If he asked, he'd feel obligated to answer, but since he didn't... "I don't know how it would react with my potion," he replied finally. "My real body may or may not be capable of the exertion it would feel. If you're anything like your dream self, it definitely wouldn't be able to take it," he finished to lighten the mood he'd put himself in.
"Draco! Don't talk like that! It's like you're cheating on me with myself!"
The blonde just laughed. "That doesn't make sense you oaf." With a smirk, he pushed the bigger teen off the bed. "Time to wake up!"
Jacob opened his eyes again and he was on his couch... He looked down at the blonde, who was still sound asleep. He's smirking! That adorably vicious snake! He pouted and looked around; it was morning!
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Lucius groaned slightly and rolled over when the light hit his eyes from the window. When he opened his eyes he was met with one wide-awake Severus Snape. "Severus?" he questioned groggily. "What are you doing?"
"Well," the man replied. "After you fell asleep last night I was left alone to think. I didn't get a wink of sleep because my mind was going haywire, but now, I feel refreshed because I discovered something."
"And what would that be?" Lucius replied, sitting up.
Severus leaned forward quickly and kissed his friend before pulling away just as quickly. He smiled, and it wasn't an ugly smile but a weird one. Lucius had never seen Severus smile so big before. "I do desire you," the dark man replied, "Very much in fact."
The Malfoy stared in shock. Just what had happened last night?
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