A little violence, not much. Not sure you would even call it violence but I don't wanna offend anyone lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or even my Severus ='[
"Dragon I never thought I would see this night," Lucuis Malfoy sighed, running his hand through his son's hair, an odd expression of regret ran through his eyes but was gone as soon as it appeared.
Draco thought or heard nothing of what either parent was saying, his concentration absorbed in holding in the shakes. He had never known what it was like to be so petrified he thought it could kill him but now he was experiencing it.
The only two things he could picture in his mind was Neville's broken face and Severus' injuries after the Dark Lord had been displeased.
"Draco dear? Are you ready?" his mother asked, in a sweet voice as though she was asking him if he was prepared for a trip to the Supermarket. Not signing his soul to some demented villain.
"Yes mother," he said, trying to sound confident.
"Oh I am so excited. Finally, my son…a Death Eater!"
Lucius said nothing, his eyes locked on his only child. Wishing to he could protect Draco from this for only one more day…
When they arrived it was to an impression reception. Most of them had removed their masks for the occasion and their eyes were focused on the youngest Malfoy, knowing that soon enough their own children would be taking the same ateps.
"Malfoy! Is this your son?"
"Yes my Lord. This is Draco," Lucius said, bowing in a position Draco found sickeningly unnatural for his father.
"Hmm. Pretty thing isn't he? Doesn't look very strong though…"
"How he is magically?"
"Best in his year, with one small exception…" Lucius trailed off.
"Who?"
"A mudblood," an unidentified Death Eater said quietly, feet away.
To Draco's surprise, Voldemort said nothing.
"Okay, test time my dear Draco. We do not just hand out membership and of course I will administer you some truth potion. I will not give a chance for more vermin to foul my ranks of loyal supporters."
"Of course not my lord," Draco said faithfully.
"I like you already Malfoy, not as pathetic as your father."
Draco winced mentally. He was beginning to hate this creature more as he spoke, so far he had managed to insult two of his favourite people, the only people he could ever look up to.
"Master! I found one, a disgusting grovelling thing," announced Bellatrix Lestrange, her eyes wild as she pulled a small male finger into the centre.
The pile of black clothing in the centre of the circle whimpered helplessly. The noises unsettled Draco's stomach and bile rose in his mouth, stinging at his throat as he quickly became aware of the purpose of the muggle.
"You know one of the many things I hate about Potter, "said the Dark Lord quietly, appearing only to address Draco.
"What my lord?"
"His muggle loving ways. He has an ability to be an amazing wizard and yet he chooses to "save" people. That is so weak, power is meant to be used. It is though he is wasting a precious gift and no one should tarnish an ill-deserved gift. Don't you agree?"
Draco nodded.
"Anyway, let's get to the real reason for you being here Mr Malfoy. You know what to do," the Dark Lord said in a bored voice, as though Draco was simply washing the dishes.
Draco held his wand up and cleared his mind of everything, of Neville's face, of Harry's, of Severus…He mumbled under his breath and a blot of green light flew from his wand to the trembling pile of black fabric.
"Congratulations Mr Malfoy, one of the least hesitant first kills I have ever seen. I cannot believe you came from Lucius Malfoy, if you did not look so similar I would doubt that he fathered you. Maybe you should take some lessons for your son, Lucius."
Draco felt worse; Voldemort's attempt at a compliment had shaken his soul, he was a good murderer? But what made him feel worse was the serious lack of remorse. The faceless lump of clothing seemed meaningless, the murder was not pleasing but not upsetting. It did not even feel like murder, it felt more like pesticide.
Draco Malfoy was disgusted at himself…
Six weeks later.
Gerald, I am making very quick progress in the cooking. I think you will be very proud of me. Of course I miss you but I believe this time of seperation has been wonderful for my creative juices! I hope to see you soon, as my creation is nearly done and I know you are close to finishing your preparations too. Love you, Annie.
Harry had a small giggle to myself over the contents of Severus' latest letter. They were also striking obviously but in a good way, so clear someone who intercepted them would believe they were nothing to worry about. Snape or Potter could not be that stupid.
And of course there was the small matter that no one would believe Harry Potter was corresponding with Severus Snape.
Harry took a few moments to cuddle the parchment, smell it and fold it neatly and stuff it in a pouch in his underwear. Undignified but people were unlikely to find them and he always had part of Severus with him.
Sometimes, Harry would feel an uncontrollable urge for Severus' touch which Dumbledore had explained as their bond acting up to their separation. This stopped Harry feeling so silly; it was not just his mind missing his husband but his body too, which was oddly comforting.
Another comfort was Neville.
Harry knew of Severus' replacement and though he was unsure of the exact nature of Draco's relationship with Neville he had a pretty good idea it went beyond the boundaries of friendship.
Neville would sit with Harry while Draco was away and for a while they could share each other's pain. At least Neville got to hold Draco when he came back. Harry knew he would be the last to be told if anything bad happened to Severus.
"Harry!"
The panicked tone of Dracos' voice, made Harry's insides churn and squash as he bounded through the small set of rooms to the door.
Draco stood there, an uneasy smile on his face and his hands visibly shaking.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know, Dumbledore wants to see us. Supposedly, it's very important…"
"Oh shit, fuck Draco. What the hell is going on? See if he is dead you will need to hold me back. I will try and take my revenge on the closest thing."
"It will be fine."
But Harry wasn't so immature as to think anything was fine. Nothing would be fine. Not after he entered that office, not after Dumbedore said his piece.
Shivering in the dark, Harry took hold of Draco's clammy hand and squeezed it, trying to draw some stability from it warmth. Draco turned his head and offered Harry a half smile but it did not meet his stormy grey eyes.
"Boys!" Dumbledore said, shuffling Draco and Harry into his office. An out of place smile, covered his lips. His eyes twinkling in a way that infuriated Harry to the stage he wanted to hex the old man into oblivion.
"What is this about? I think there is enough suspense going about here…" Draco sighed.
"Yes I know. There is good news and bad news. Bad news is…with Mr Weasley…"
Harry's heart stopped and his organs crumbled. Ron! He had been so consumed with his own strife he had forgotten to worry about his best friend. Of course he had been visiting his best friend with Hermione and telling him fruitlessly the stories of times passed.
"It appears he does not have much time if we do not manage to cure him," Dumbledore continued. " But on the bright side, Severus does believe he only needs one more ingredient…"
"What's that?"
"Nagini's blood," a liquid gold voice answered from the doorway and Harry's heart soared.
He sprang to his feet to throw himself at Severus only to find Draco already there. Severus patted his shoulder softly, making small soothing noises as Draco sniffled into his ropes.
Harry stood feeling neglected but appreciating Draco's need for his husband's affection too. When Draco took Harry's arm and pulled him into the embrace too.
The three of them stood awkwardly gelled together, words were said but not understood and as the pitch of Draco's tears reached such heights he sounded as though he was squealing, Harry kept his eyes closed. Keeping his moment with Severus until they were alone.
Eventually Draco tore himself away from Severus, his cheeks lightly dusted with pink as he rubbed his blood shot eyes and wiped the trails of water from his cheeks. He offered Severus a small smile that reached his eyes unlike the ones he gave Harry earlier.
Harry savoured the sweet minutes of resolution and acted as though this was a moment to celebrate and not a moment to fear.
"So, how do you propose we get this blood?" Draco asked, trying to stop his voice from reverting back to the earlier squeaks.
"Well, that is where you come on. You are the only one able to get anywhere near her, we will of course not ask you to actually take her blood. Harry and I will do that but you need to weaken her or at least pull her away from a moment," said Severus.
"And how will I do that?"
"Snake poison. Everyone will think she has eaten a wild rat who has been eating the wrong thing. We will know differently. There is one slight problem though…"
"What?" said Harry.
"Well the poison will stay in her blood stream for 18 hours and I cannot use it until that time has passed, so we will need to keep her until then."
"That will not be easy Severus."
"I know…"
Guiltily Harry stopped paying attention and let Severus' beautiful words rain over him, soaking him in adoration. His chest began to expand and he felt as though he could breathe properly for the first time in a while.
"I think we could use Harry's talents, you know. We could use another snake to talk to Nagini!"
Severus nodded, "It is possible but Harry will need to act soon. We need to start acting out the plan. I want to give myself a couple of days if something does not go to plan."
"Harry?" Draco said, poking him sharply.
"What?"
"Did you get of any of that?"
"Some of it…"
Severus sighed.
"Befriend a snake?" Harry said, unsure.
"Good guess," mumbled Severus. "How quickly do you make friends Potter?"
"Quite?"
"He befriended me quickly enough…" said Draco.
"True, true."
Dumbledore smiled. "What a good plan, boys. Anything you need?"
"A snake?"
Albus laughed, "Give me two hours."
"Okay, I need to sort something anyway," Draco said, winking at Harry.
"Draco? We need to talk…," said Severus sternly.
"I know…gimme a while. Besides, Harry looks like he is gonna explode if you do not pay some attention to him soon. I won't be too long. I'll bring my thing with me," Draco said laughing.
"Thing?" Severus asked.
"You'll know soon enough…" Harry said.
"You boys go to your rooms, I will be there soon enough."
"Are you sure Albus?"
"Of course, I can take care of myself Severus, " said Dumbledore, warmly.
"Why is my mug out here? Is that stale tea in it? Have you been living like a slob in my absence? I turn my back for one second and you turn into an animal…Oft!"
Harry ran into Severus, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist and pressing his face into the fabric of Severus' collar. His clothing smelled musty and old, as though he had been sleeping in a cave and Harry worried he had.
"Where were you?" mumbled Harry.
"Speak English please," said Severus gently, cupping the back of Harry's head and sinking in the couch, Harry balanced on his lap.
"Where did you go?"
"A safe house."
"Where?"
"To be honest, I have no clue. I did not really get to venture out or anything."
"I guess…"
"You alright?"
"Yeah…"
"Liar."
"Yep."
"Harry…I missed you…"
"I missed you too," Harry said gently, pulling Severus' lips to his.
More done. Yay me right? =]
I will say now, if anyone is actually wondering I will let Draco talk more about his traumatising experiences next chapter, when he has his little chat with Severus. I think it's appropriate he talks to his beloved godfather about those things. Hehe.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed it.
And if you like Sailor Moon (which I am sure you do) check out Darkshadows01's Suspended as it's wonderful. You can see all the things I am doing wrong lol.