hp_rarities fic.
Title: The Story of Us.
Author:
just_heidi
Beta:
nyx_noire
Characters: Snape/Draco.
Wordcount: 4572 words.
Rating: R-NC17
Warnings: Licking of the Dark Mark and a tiny hint of bondage.
Summary: Small glimpses of Snape and Draco's life during the 7 years at Hogwarts. From the beginning to the very end.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, nor do I make any money from this.
Author's notes: This is the fic I wrote for the
hp_rarities . This is the longest fic I have ever written and I am actually quite proud of it even though there are parts I had to hurry with writing since I was under a deadline.
The Story of Us.
First year.
Draco couldn’t take his eyes away from him. He was completely fascinated and shocked at the same time. Was that really Severus Snape standing up there? That strong passionate figure that could silence a whole class room by a single glare?
Draco have walked into his very first class with Snape expecting to find him as he always was whenever he visited the manor for those “secret” Death Eater meetings that Draco wasn’t supposed to know anything about. But at those times he had been this discreet shadow in the corner who only spoke when absolutely necessary. Not this imposing ruler of a class room.
Draco knew that from that day on he would never again look at Severus Snape the same way.
ooOOoo
Snape was walking along the dark hallways making sure that no students were out after curfew. This was his favorite time of day. When he moved through the dark and silent corridors it gave him time to think. Think about the grand things such as life choices and uncertain futures to the smaller everyday decisions such wheter he should have tea before bed and which potion to choose for the exam.
Snape was disrupted out of his very pleasant line of thoughts involving Neville Longbottom, a hot poker and his toe nails, by a sniffling noise behind a statue of former Headmaster Dexter Fortescue. He quickly moved toward the sound, ready to descend on what likely was an emotional Hufflepuff girl.
“Malfoy? What are you doing down there?”
The boy’s body tensed in shock and his wide red rimmed eyes snapped up to look at his Head of House.
“Professor Snape?” Draco asked in a confused and hoarse voice.
Snape crossed his arms and put on his most impressive teacher voice and glared down at Malfoy.
“Weren’t you supposed to have detention tonight with the Gryffindors?”
Draco pushed himself up from the floor and quickly wiped away his tears in angry and embarrassed motions. He kept looking down, his voice coming out small and scared, like the little 11 year old boy he actually was.
“There was something in the woods…drinking from a unicorn…and I just ran…I had to run”
There was a long pause were the cold Potions Professor just looked at the Malfoy Heir in thought, surprised to see him like this. Then Snape found himself doing something he had never done before. He reached out and gently grabbed Draco’s shoulder and spoke in a calm flat voice. “Why don’t you go back to your dorm now and then you can tell me about it tomorrow in my office at 7.30 am.”
Draco hesitantly looked up at Snape, unable to hide the confused expression on his face. “Okay…thank you Professor Snape…”
Draco looked for a brief moment back at Snape with a soft puzzled look, before he stepped to the side and walked down the hall to the Slytherin dorms, pulling his cloak tighter around himself.
Snape looked back at Malfoy disappearing behind a corner with a confused look on his face. Confused about what had just happened, but more confused about his own behavior.
Second year.
“Thank you again for agreeing to this Professor.”
“You are welcome.” Snape put down the essays he was grading and looked back at Draco who was sitting in one of Snape’s armchairs in his private living room.
Lucius had written Snape right after Draco’s first year exam, not pleased with the fact that Hermione Granger had gotten better grades then his pureblood son, asking him to tutor Draco in potions and defense against the dark arts. At first Snape had said no, explaining to Lucius that Draco was a very skilled student and didn’t need the help. But Lucius could be a very convincing man and in the end Snape had no choice but to say yes.
Leaning back in his chair with a small smirk on his lips, Snape asked: “How is your father’s black eye after his little "talk" with Arthur Weasley?”
Draco couldn’t help but snicker in surprise at Snape’s question and leaned forward in a secretive way.
“Father was so mad when we got home from Diagon Alley that mother wasn’t even able to perform a healing charm on him. So in the end she had to do a Petrificus Totalus on him just so she could fix his eye. And father was less then pleased by that idea.”
Snape coughed slightly to cover his laugh and arched an amused eyebrow back at Draco: “Well…good to know.” He nodded towards the potions book in Draco’s lap. “Better get back to your text. I expect you to be able to explain it back to me in 10 minutes.”
“Yes Professor” said Draco and looked back down in his potions book trying to hide his broad grin.
ooOOoo
“I HATE POTTER!!! I hate him and his insufferable luck! How dare he catch the snitch when I have the faster broom!? And I just wanted to rip Flint’s face of when he yelled at me in front of the Gryffindor team. And don’t even get me started on the Weasel twins…”
“Enough!”
Draco stopped dead in his tracks from pacing up and down Snape’s living room floor and snapped his head up to look back at his Professor, his breathing erratic from his loud tirade.
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and took a calming breath, his tone of voice leaving no room for argument.
“Sit down Malfoy.”
Draco immediately sat down in the nearest chair and looked nervously back at Snape. The Professor hadn’t called him Malfoy for weeks and he knew instantly he had crossed the line.
Speaking in a tight voice Snape looked back at Draco: “I am also very frustrated by the outcome of the match but I don’t go around blaming everyone else for it. You didn’t catch the snitch and you have no one else to blame but yourself. So take responsibility for it instead of giving me a bloody headache with that adolescent shouting.”
Completely deflated Draco slumped in his chair and wondered for the millionth time how it was possible for Professor Snape to always cut him down at the knees with just one well placed comment. Never wanting to admit that to Snape Draco just crossed his arms and glared back at him.
During these last months they had developed a tentative friendship. They had started out very efficiently with a lot of homework and few breaks each Sunday when Draco would arrive at Snape’s private chambers for his tutoring. But very slowly the breaks had been longer and the topic of conversation had moved away from being solely academic. Draco now eagerly anticipated his Sundays with Snape. Would lap up every piece of advice from him and feel positively ecstatic the few times he had gotten Snape to chuckle softly at whatever silly thing he would say.
For a long moment they just stubbornly glared at each other. Then Draco hesitantly smirked back at Snape, needing to lighten the mood.
“But don’t tell me it wasn’t funny when Professor Lockhart spelled away all Potter’s bones in his arms..?”
Snape just kept glaring back at Draco but this time he was trying really hard to hide the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: “You are such an insufferable little brat…”
Third year.
Draco couldn’t take his eyes of it. He really tried to. But his glance kept drifting back every time Snape would reach out for a potion ingredient and his sleeve would move up a bit to show brief glimpses of his Death Eater mark.
“What is it now boy?”
Draco’s eyes snapped up to look into the eyes of a very irritated Potions Professor, not aware of how long he had been staring this time.
“If you can’t keep your mind on such a simple thing as a shrinking solution you might as well leave for tonight. I have better things to do then waste my time on you daydreaming about Quidditch and Licorice Wands.” Snape said in a final tone of voice and reached out to take the cauldron off the fire, this time revealing the whole Dark Mark.
“Did it hurt?” Draco blurted out, transfixed by the sight.
“What are you talking about?” Snape asked in an absent minded voice, continuing to clean up after the potion.
Draco’s hand shot out and grabbed Snape’s wrist and gently pulled it towards himself. Repeating his question in a far away voice.
“Did it hurt?”
“Draco…”
Draco just kept talking as if he hadn’t heard him. Staring down at the wrist he held in his hand almost reverently.
“Father never wanted to talk about it. But I wanted to know…wanted to understand…why…”
He reached out his other hand almost in slow motion and gently traced the snake, barely hearing the sharp intake of breath from Snape. His brows were furrowed in deep concentration and his voice a bare whisper: “How does it feel…to have someone under your skin like that…?”
Not quite aware of what he was doing, he moved his head down and placed a soft kiss on the skulls forehead. He needed to feel it for himself. Needed to understand how it felt to give ones body and mind away in such a direct and clear fashion. But he found himself wanting more and the tip of his tongue slipped out and licked a trail up the slithering snake. He could feel the soft crackle of magic underneath his tongue and closed his eyes, letting out an involuntary soft moan from the sensation.
But he was abruptly awoken when Snape roughly pulled his hand out of his grip. Draco’s eyes snapped up to look into a pair of dark eyes that was just as wide with shock by what have happened as his own eyes was.
After a long moment of thick silence Snape turned around sharply, his voice tight: “Leave. Now.”
Draco didn’t need to be told twice and almost ran out the door.
ooOOoo
The next day Snape was muttering angrily to himself on his way to The Hospital Wing. “Stupid arrogant brat. Had to insult a hippogriff and now I have to waste my time playing nurse maid.”
But Snape couldn’t help but notice that he was walking a bit too quickly than was absolutely necessary, for what was probably just a scratch on a young boy and that fact just made him even angrier thus increasing his muttering.
He arrived at The Hospital Wing to the vision of Draco lying on a bed with a highly distressed Pansy by his side, sighing dramatically as if he was in grave pain. Snape walked up to the bed and looked down at him with a very unimpressed look on his face: “So, should we start planning for your eminent funeral Malfoy?”
Draco looked up at him with a small sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth but quickly spoke in his usual drawling voice: “Yes Professor I’m sure I have to be bedridden for quite a while.”
“Indeed.”
“And since I am not supposed to move my injured arm I may have to require assistance in some of my classes. Maybe Potter will be so kind as to help me in Potions with the very hard job of preparing the ingredients?”
“I think that can be arranged.” Snape smirked back at Draco.
Just before Snape was to turn around and leave, Draco caught his eyes questioningly making sure Pansy didn’t see his expression. His wide pleading eyes were almost asking. Will you forgive me? Can we go back to what we were?
The miniscule nod of assent was all it took for a relieved smile to appear on Draco’s face.
Fourth year.
Draco stopped in the middle of his angry ranting about Professor Moody turning him into a ferret when Snape reached up to loosen his own tie a bit. Those long pale fingers tugging at the knot immediately assaulted Draco’s mind of what else to do with that tie.
Images of Snape crawling over him and grabbing his wrist to swiftly and efficiently tie his hands to a headboard with Slytherin colored ties. His hungry eyes looking down and never breaking eye contact. Those long fingers opening each button of Draco’s shirt with such painful slowness, making him a pleading mess even before Snape have touched his bare skin. Spending hours of slowly exploring every inch of his body making Draco crazy with need to touch him back, tugging and pulling at the ties desperately. When he finally pushed into him making sure he felt every inch of his cock, Draco saw himself surrendering completely to him. Submit to this strong passionate man that he knew hid underneath those dark teaching robes. The second before he could feel himself coming he would…
“Draco?”
Draco was snapped out of his fantasy when Snape gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at him, frowning in slight concern and confusion.
“Do you feel alright Draco? You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine Professor.” He muttered in embarrassment, blushing even more.
ooOOoo
Snape slammed the door behind them and roughly pushed Draco up against it, grabbing on to Draco’s shoulders, his nails digging painfully into the flesh, making the boy cry out.
Snape just glared down at him, his voice dangerously low: “What do you think you were doing just now? Swopping spit with that pathetic excuse for a Quidditch captain.”
“I can kiss whoever I want!” Draco spat back while trying to twist out of Snape’s grip on him.
“You stupid boy! Do you have any idea of what would happen if you were found out?! If your father knew that you were doing Merlin knows what with another ‘boy’?!”
Draco stopped his squirming and yelled back at Snape: “Don’t you dare mention my father! Leave me alone! I hate you! I HATE YOU!”
Then something just snapped inside Snape. He surged forward and captured Draco’s lips in a punishing kiss. He wanted to rid himself of the image of finding Montague kissing Draco in some dark hallway right next to the Great Hall were the Yule ball was held at the time. He wanted to kiss, lick and bite every taste of Montague out of Draco’s mouth.
Draco’s brief gasp of surprise was quickly replaced by needy moans when he frantically grabbed onto Snape’s hips to bring him closer. He managed to gasp out between every hard kiss Snape took from him: “Please…want you…need you…only you…Severus…”
Once he started Snape found he couldn’t stop. He needed more. He needed to own Draco, to posses every inch of him. So he pushed Draco’s fancy dress robes to the side and forcefully moved his hand down his trousers and wrapped his hand around Draco’s already hard cock. He stroked him quickly never stopping his brutal kisses, swallowing down every moan he got from the boy underneath him.
Draco was so dizzy with the different onslaught of sensations by that point that all he could do was hold onto Snape for dear life and come with a loud cry, his whole back arching off the door and eyes closed tightly.
The moment Draco came Snape’s eyes snapped open and he let go of him, jumping away from him in sudden shattering realization of what he had just done.
Draco leaned heavily back against the door, his body still shivering from his orgasm. He looked back at Snape with dazed eyes, asking in a hoarse and confused voice: “What..?”
He turned his back to the boy, feeling his own still hard cock straining against his trousers, taunting him with his shameful act.
“We will never talk about what just happened.” Snape choked out.
Draco’s voice was small and shuddering when he eventually spoke: “But…I…Severus..?”
He swiftly turned around and glared down at him, his voice one final rejection: “And it is Professor Snape to you.”
Fifth year.
Dear Professor Snape.
I know we haven’t talked much ever since the Yule Ball. But I am writing to you now because I don’t know what to do and you are the only one that have ever made any sense in situations like this.
Malfoy Manor is not the same safe home it used to be for me ever since The Dark Lord’s return. Father is closed and secretive and mother is nervous and jumpy all the time. I dread every Death Eater meeting and every time I see you in the halls just before a meeting I want to run over to you and ask for your advice on what to do.
Father has been talking to me about taking the Dark Mark one day. Should I do it? Will I be strong enough?
I need your advice. I need my Head of House, my teacher. I need my friend.
Yours
Draco.
ooOOoo
“Harry-the-poncy-saint-of-the-wizarding-world-Potter is taking remedial lessons in potions?! I don’t believe it. This is better than Christmas and Halloween all rolled into one.”
Draco was grabbing the back of the armchair bent over in malicious laughter, tears of mirth running down his cheeks.
Snape just looked at him from behind his desk with a small amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“As far as I recall you have been doing the same thing with me every Sunday since your second year?”
Draco immediately straightened up and shot him a winning Malfoy smirk: “Yes, that is true. But the only reason for those lessons was for me to learn to control my highly impressive intelligence.”
Before Snape was able to answer Draco doubled over in laughter again. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes dancing with joy. A joy Snape hadn’t seen there for a while. So instead Snape just leaned back in his chair and looked at Draco.
He had never looked more beautiful in Snape’s opinion. Relaxed and youthful the same way he had been in his first years at Hogwarts.
He had never looked more enticing or more unreachable.
Snape let out a small tense sigh and wondered for the hundredth time what he had gotten himself into.
Sixth year.
Snape had never been so scared in his whole life.
He had witnessed people die after hours of continous Cruciatus. Had seen young muggle children being burned alive. He had seen Fenrir tear women apart while their husbands were forced to watch. But it wasn’t until he found Draco lying on the floor of a boys toilet bleeding to death that his blood had run cold from fear.
He looked over at Draco lying in the hospital bed at the far end of the wing, tossing and turning in restless potion induced sleep. Snape walked over to the bed and looked down at Draco. His skin was glistening with sweat and eyes tightly closed in pain. When a small whimper escaped Draco’s lips Snape reached out and gently touched his forehead. Draco relaxed immediately under the touch and that small unconscious act just clawed at Snape’s heart.
While Snape looked down at this pale young boy he could feel himself slowly being filled with blinding hot anger. Draco didn’t deserve this. He had already had everything taken away from him. The father he never stopped looking up to was in Azkaban. And he was given an impossible task from a maniac, a task that was more a death sentence then a chance to redeem himself to The Dark Lord. His whole childhood stripped away by a war that was never his to begin with. And now he was lying here in the hospital wing because Potter had been eager to try out a new spell.
Potter. How Snape loathed that name and everything that came with it. The first Potter had taken Snape’s first and truest friend away from him and the second Potter had nearly cost him Draco.
In that moment Snape vowed to himself that if there was any way to save Draco from all this madness he would do it, no matter the cost.
ooOOoo
The moment they landed in Spinner’s End Draco turned around and screamed at Snape, hitting his chest again and again with desperate and frantic motions, angry tears running down his cheeks.
“WHY!? WHY DID YOU DO IT!? IT WAS MY TASK! I HAD TO SAVE MY PARENTS! I HAD TO SAVE THEM! WHY!? WHY!?”
Snape barely noticed Draco, he just stared out into the room with a lost look in his eyes. He had killed Dumbledore. A man who was once his mentor. But Dumbledore had destroyed all love and respect Snape had once had for him by forcing him to carry out this crazy and destructive plan.
Draco fell to his knees on the floor, pulling Snape down with him. He held tightly onto the front of Snape's shirt and buried his face in his chest. His whole body was shivering from the huge sobs of anguish he was trying to hold back, small words escaping his mouth every now and then: “What now..? He is dead…father…mother…what are we going to do..?”
Still in a daze Snape wrapped his arms around Draco and held onto him tightly. They sat like that for hours, just holding on to each other. Trying, hoping to find some kind of solace, some peace in each others arms.
After a long time Draco’s sobbing finally stilled to small sniffling sounds instead. He looked up at Snape, his eyes red rimmed and cheeks wet from tears. They just looked at each other for a long moment and then Draco moved forward with a determined look in his eyes and placed a soft kiss on Snape’s lips.
Snape’s whole body tensed and he held onto Draco even tighter, his voice a bare whisper against his lips: “What are you doing Draco?”
Draco wrapped his arms around Snape’s neck and spoke in a voice still hoarse from the crying: “Please…make me forget...please…”
“You don’t know what you are asking for.” Snape choked out.
Draco moved in an attempt to get even closer to Snape, his voice overly calm in an effort to try to hide the desperate tone underneath: “I know exactly what I am asking for. I am asking for you to make me forget. Please make me forget Severus.”
All of Severus' resolve broke in that moment and he kissed Draco in what started as a soft kiss but quickly turned hungry and desperate when they fell back on the floor, getting lost in each other.
Seventh year.
Draco was tired.
He was tired of the war. Tired of always feeling scared. Tired of wondering if this day would be the day it would all end. But especially was he tired of always looking up and seeing Snape’s shoulders tense from worry and lips in a tight unforgiving line. He hadn’t seen him smile for weeks and Draco decided that enough was enough. He needed to relax if only for a moment.
He got up from the chair he was currently studying in and walked slowly through the headmasters office towards Snape, calling out in a light almost feminine voice: “Professor..?”
Snape looked up from behind his desk in brief confusion, his hand stilling over the papers from the Ministry.
“What is it Draco?”
Draco moved over to stand next to Snape, his fingertip teasingly following the edge of the desk.
“I was wondering if you needed for me to write some dictation for you or maybe get you a cup of coffee?”
Snape looked back down at his papers with an irritated huff: “You are being silly now. I don’t have time for you.”
But Draco wasn’t about to back down now. So he jumped up on the desk, sitting down on top of all the papers, right in front of Snape, his feet on each side of his chair, thus trapping Snape between his legs. Draco put on his best pout and looked back at a very vexed Snape.
“But I miss my big strong sexy Headmaster.”
“Get off the desk now and go back to your studying.” Snape glared back at Draco his lips even tighter than usual.
Draco threw up his hands in frustration and let out an irritated sigh: “I am so tired of this. I can never win with you. What is that muggle saying now? Oh yeah that’s right; turn your freaking frown upside down already.”
Snape just looked at Draco in stunned surprise for a moment and then he burst out laughing. He wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him towards him, looking down at Draco with a relaxed smile for the first time in a long while.
Draco was so overwhelmed with relief to see and feel Snape like this that he accidently burst out saying, with a huge grin on his face: “I love you.”
The next moment they were just staring back at each other with wide eyes. Draco frantically put two fingers against Snape’s lips, speaking quickly: “Just forget I ever said that. I don’t know what I am talking about. I am just being stupid. Just please let’s never talk about it.”
Draco hesitantly moved his fingers away and looked nervously back up at him. Snape didn’t say anything he just looked down at Draco, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and pulled him into a slow and tender kiss.
ooOOoo
“Listen to me Draco. You have to find Potter immediately.”
“What are you talking about? Potter has been lost for months.”
Snape pulled Draco behind a tree and took his head in his hands and looked down at him with a piercing look in his eyes, forcing Draco to listen to him.
“The Dark Lord is at Hogwarts and so is Potter. This is now Draco. It’s time. You have to get to Potter before anyone else. Especially before Crabbe and Goyle. You have to make sure they don’t hand him over to The Dark Lord.”
Draco swallowed hard and nodded, afraid to say anything and reveal how scared he was by this sudden news.
Snape's face softened marginally and he stroked his thumb over Draco’s cheekbone.
“Don’t be afraid. You are stronger then you give yourself credit for. I know you can do this. I have faith in you.”
Draco’s breath hitched sharply and he just stared up at Snape in brief shock, since he had never heard him talk like this to him before. He let out a small sob and wrapped his arms around Snape. Holding on to him, afraid that he would lose this solid anchor in his life.
Right before Snape let go of Draco he whispered in a hoarse voice: “I love you. Don’t ever forget that.”
Draco felt dizzy from the sudden loss of Snape’s warm body and he looked back up at Snape running away, his robes billowing after him. He followed Snape with his eyes all the way to the Whomping Willow were he saw him crawl into the entrance for The Shrieking Shack. A single tear fell down Draco’s cheek and he whispered softly into the wind: “I love you too.”
Draco knew now that whatever happened they would always have this. These few stolen moments in time. And nobody could ever take that away from them.