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Chapter Twelve: In which Harry gets a Hell of a Shock

Harry ate his dinner very, VERY slowly that night, dreading what was to come, as was Ron. Malfoy though… he'd finished his meal almost as soon as he'd started, a feat he'd never accomplished before, even his Slytherin cronies looked surprised.

The blonde sat hiding his eagerness badly as he cast frequent glances at Snape, or Harry, whichever one wasn't looking at him at the time.

Snape stared down at his Godson, Draco NEVER fidgeted, ever. He ate meals at a dignified pace and left his plate tidy, he DIDN'T race through his meal at a pace befitting a Weasley and leave his plate in worse condition than a pig trough. His eyes narrowed as the blonde in question glanced over at Harry Potter and his cheeks tinted pink, ho boy. Severus growled under his breath, he was well aware of the effect Harry's hissing had on Slytherins, and Draco was about as Slytherin as they came. Obviously Draco was hoping for some one on one time with Potter in detention.

Like hell.

The Professor waited until he judged Harry to be almost finished and stood, his chair screeching dramatically as it slid backwards, when Potter's eyes locked with his he made the cleaning gesture that had come to represent detention. The brunette nodded and started shovelling in the last of his meal. As he made his way to the exit Snape walked past the Slytherin table.

"Draco," he said quietly, "Don't be late."

Draco's cheeks tinted pink once again, there was a whole lot of implied meaning behind those words, he looked into his Godfather's eyes and nodded. Professor Snape nodded in return and with a dramatic swirl of his robes the man was gone.

Glancing at the Gryffindor table, Draco Malfoy stood and made a rather dignified exit (even if he did say so himself).

OOOOO

Harry raced through the dungeons, he was NOT going to be late, Sal lectured him as he ran through the portraits that lined the walls.

"-you just need to eat until you're no longer hungry. If you didn't insist on stuffing yourself you'd-"

Okay, so maybe he took a route with as few portraits as possible, what of it?

"-you're good Severus might give you a little something extra to ea-"

Harry ALMOST pulled up short at that, as it was his cheeks turned a spectacular shade of red. Although he was a little disturbed to realise just how used to this sort of conversation he was becoming.

His lungs were burning when suddenly everything blurred and stopped and Harry found himself pressed against the wall, held there by a thoroughly pleased looking Malfoy.

"Merlin, what are you doing to me Harry?" Draco asked, his breathing growing slightly ragged at the other teen's dishevelled appearance.

"M-Malfoy?" Harry hissed nervously, glancing up the hallway towards the potions classroom, "Come on Draco, we'll be late and Snape will-"

His sentence was interrupted by a rather insistent pair of lips pressed against his, one hand stayed pressing against his chest while the other moved to tangle in brunette hair. It was kinda obvious, even to Harry, that Malfoy had a bit of experience at this whole kissing thing, enough at least not to have Harry pushing him away, not yet at least.

"MALFOY! POTTER! Enough! You're late, potions room, now," Snape thundered, pointing down the hall for Potter's benefit.

Harry managed the presence of mind to push Malfoy away, ducking his head sheepishly as he slipped past teacher and fellow student, unable to meet either of their eyes.

When he was out of sight Snape pushed his smirking Slytherin against the wall Harry had so recently vacated, sneering at his Godson.

"Touch him again, try to take advantage before the spell is broken you will answer to me, are we clear Draco?" the potion's professor growled, his fury just barely kept in check at the very idea.

The young blonde's eyes widened and he nodded, after all Draco was, above all, a complete and utter coward.

"What was that Draco? I didn't quite hear you," he growled, eyes flinty.

Draco swallowed; he had never been on the receiving end of this kind of fury from his Godfather, "Yes Sir."

"Good," Snape released the boy and pushed him towards the potions classroom, it was only natural he be infuriated at his Godson taking advantage of a boy in no position to resist or call for help right?

Right?

"Because of your actions Malfoy, you will be cleaning the first year's cauldrons…. solo. Potter can join me for a game of chess," inwardly he rejoiced a little at Draco giving him a reason to keep his deal with Harry secret, it wouldn't do to be seen going lightly on a student.

Severus Snape summoned his chess set once more, taking a seat and gesturing for Potter to drag a seat over, which he did, shooting nervous glances in Draco's direction. The blonde kept his lip clenched tightly between his teeth to stop the complaints that wished to make themselves known, with his current mood he barely dared look at his head of house.

"Er, Snapey old boy? Isn't our detention arrangement supposed to be a secret? Th-this isn't you introducing me to the family is it?" He attempted with a bravado he DEFINITELY didn't feel, not after Malfoy's kiss.

And certainly not after Snape's explosion. Seriously, holy-fucking-shit, what was that?! He had NEVER seen that kind of fury coming from Snape, not even directed at himself, he'd heard the saying about fury rolling off someone in waves, that was exactly what had been happening. He'd practically felt it. All over a kiss.

At least it was a hell of a kiss?

From the wrong detention-mate though.

He pouted and leaned his elbow on the table. A kiss from Snape… would make Malfoy's kiss look like a first time. It would be smooth and experienced, no awkward fumbling, hard with an edge of softness that would be enough to wash away his insecurities. And when he finally pulled away the Professor would have a sexy, satisfied smirk in place, he'd give some sort of sarcastic comment along the lines of 'adequate Potter, practice is highly recommended, I could find time to tutor if you are amenable'. A little shiver ran through him as he imagined it….

…before his eyes focused on the hand waving in front of his face, seeing he had his attention Snape gestured to the table with an exasperated expression. Harry blushed brightly, if only the man knew exactly what had him so distracted. He'd have permanent detention. With Filch.

It was quite obvious his young student was somewhat… distracted, if the blushes and shudders that occasionally came over him were anything to judge by. Each time Harry's turn came the professor had to wave to drag his attention from whatever had his eyes glazing over and made him nibble at his bottom lip until Snape wanted to take over for him.

Just because he was middle-aged didn't mean his libido had slowed, far from it, the only slowing was the forced kind that came of living in a school. Surrounded by students. Who were hissing at him like a snake in human form. Making him want to do very inappropriate things with Harry's sna-

"Draco," Severus said without turning, "I believe you may have broken Potter, if you'd prefer no other professor finds out about your actions you'd best leave," he said decisively.

Perhaps if his godson was gone from the room Potter would calm down and be able to focus, Merlin knew he couldn't send the boy back to his dorm in his current state.

"P-Professor?" Draco questioned, looking up in surprise, he didn't dare stop his scrubbing, just in case, he'd never seen his godfather as furious as his previous outburst and he didn't really want to see it again.

"Go away, I'll deal with you later, I can't send Potter back like this. Unless you want to explain your actions to McGonagall you have three seconds to make yourself extremely scarce," Professor Snape said with surprising evenness, through his teeth, at a growl.

"What… but…" Draco began.

"One," Severus counted as the young blonde bolted.

"Phew, not sure what that was but you sure as hell told him Sevvie," Harry blinked and stared after Draco with a building trepidation, at least with Draco around he had to control himself. With just Snape around it was getting… awkward…

The Professor stared between Harry and the door his godson so recently occupied and his chest caught a little bit, that looked like…. Disappointment?

Of course, after all, who wouldn't want the beautiful young blonde? Particularly when you couldn't understand a word that came out of his ridiculously well-formed lips.

Suddenly exhausted, Severus sighed and waved away the chess set, "You can go to him Potter, I understand, go finish your snog, waste that fantastic Quidditch toned arse on the awkward fumblings of another teenage boy," he said tired, gesturing towards the door.

He didn't even wait for Harry to leave before slamming the door to his own quarters.

Harry winced at the sound, what the fuck was wrong with the Slytherins?

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