FIC: "DANGEROUS DESIRES" (1/1)
Title: Dangerous Desires
Pairing: HP/SS, one sided HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,316
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am making no profit.
Warnings: (It'd be best to read w/o highlighting to see the warning) character death.
Beta: Not read, forgive me my mistakes :D!
Note: For
darkelf83 , and her plot bunny is... immediately Post-HBP, Harry is at Grimmauld Place when Severus or Draco arrives, seeking asylum.Any rating from PG-13 upwards. There doesn't have to be sex, as long as they get together and kiss at least once. Although sex is of course always welcome. Even if it's only hazy/implied.
Summary: Post-HBP. Draco and Snape need a safe haven, they choose Grimmauld Place only to find Harry Potter in residence.
Potter was stunned and drugged before Draco knew what was going on. Snape was dragging Potter up the stairs of Grimmauld Place when Draco drew out his wand and hissed, “What are you doing?”
Snape really was an ugly bastard when he glared down at Draco. If Snape wasn't Draco's only hope of salvation with his mother dead, he would be anywhere else other than here-in this creepy, dirty house. “What do you think?” Snape snapped.
“Are you mad? Why did you kill him?” Draco asked, knowing he sounded a little hysterical, but he had every right.
As much as he hated the bloody Gryffindor, Potter was his best chance for getting out of this war in one piece. Maybe he could convince Potter he had made a terrible mistake and tell him everything he knew about the other side. He didn't know much, but it was better than Potter's nothing. That was all gone now that Potter was dead. What was Snape thinking?
“You are an idiot,” Snape declared as he dumped Potter's body on a bed covered in old, threadbare blankets. “Potter's not dead.”
“Then what did you do?” Draco thought he sounded a lot more calm, for all that his heart was pounding. “I saw the potion.”
“I don't see how you could miss,” Snape remarked with a sharp tone. “The potion you so observed will make Potter more amendable to our situation. He will be malleable.”
Draco's curiosity was piqued with anything that regarded potion-making, even if this situation was rather undesirable. “How? Does it work like Imperius?”
Snape again looked at him as if his intelligence was far below average. “It works on suggestions from wizard who brewed the potion, namely me.”
Draco stood his ground, even though he was tempted to run behind his mother's robes. “You can't harm me.”
“Oh, I most certainly can,” Snape said as he covered Potter's unconscious body with the blanket. “I only made a vow to protect you.” Snape glanced over at Draco. “Do not try my patience, understood?”
Draco hated not having the upper hand, but he knew he was safe as long as he was with Snape. After all, the Potions Master had made an Unbreakable Vow to keep him safe and unless Snape wanted to die, he'd keep it. Draco glared down at Potter and wondered what exactly Snape was going to do with the irritating boy. He hoped it was unpleasant.
* * * * *
Draco was trying to sleep, but instead he was distracted. Potter was moaning as Snape fucked him. Draco couldn't determine what was more screwed up, that Potter was letting Snape fuck him or that Snape was willing to fuck Potter. Either way, it was deranged. Draco bit the inside of his mouth. Snape had already warned him if he made a fuss about the “arrangement,” then he could make himself scarce by leaving. Draco wasn't suicidal. He was staying put. The filthy house was under the Fidelius Charm. Why would he leave guaranteed safety?
“Ooh,” Harry moaned loudly, “ooh yes, yesss...”
Draco was hard from hearing Potter's pleasure from Snape's cock plunging into his tight asshole. While he was not particularly attracted to boys, Potter was decent looking, much better than Snape in every way. Draco sneered as his hand drifted into his pants and he fisted his cock.
“Harder, fuck me harder. Ooh yes, yes, yesss... harder!”
It didn't take Draco long to come all over his stomach. He glared at the mess and flicked his wand and said a cleaning charm. Then and only then did he close his eyes. In the background, Harry was moaning incoherently. Draco never did know for sure what was going on, but he assumed when Harry reached that point he was somewhere near or at orgasm.
That night, like most nights, Draco dreamt of green eyes and a lightning bolt.
* * * * *
“Potter,” Draco greeted as the Gryffindor boy came into the Potions laboratory where he was currently finishing up a batch of Dreamless Sleep, “if you're looking for Professor Snape, he's not here.”
Potter licked his lips. “I'm not.”
Draco stopped stirring briefly, looked up at Potter, then continued what he was doing. It was a critical stage and he really couldn't afford to mess up if he didn't want to be on the receiving end of another Sectumsempra. The last time had been particularly unpleasant. Draco had no wish to relive it any time soon.
“I'm busy,” Draco declared. “Go find something to do.”
“You know what's going on,” Potter said and Draco could almost feel how close the other boy was. “You know what Snape's doing. Tell me, please!”
Draco had no wish to die and Potter was doing everything Snape had suggested, including fucking him. Draco gripped the wooden ladle tightly and kept his stirring consistent. He could not mess up the potion. He may have once been Snape's favorite student, but he now had the feeling Snape quite hated him. Draco really didn't know why and only a fragment of him cared.
“Did you hear me?” Potter whispered and then stopped talking abruptly when the door opened and Snape entered. He turned around and walked toward Snape. “I was looking for you.”
“I was otherwise occupied,” Snape said curtly and placed his hand on Potter's chin and tilted his head up. Snape kissed Potter quite harshly, like he was reminding Potter who was in control. “You missed me.”
It was a suggestion and impossible for Potter to resist. Draco watched Potter nod his head and cling to Snape as if they were really lovers. It was all a big lie, though. Snape didn't want Potter. He was using him. And Potter didn't miss Snape. He was being told to.
“I missed you,” Potter said and kissed Snape back.
Draco looked down at his potion. It was a nauseating brownish-gray mixture and far more appealing than the sight those two made.
* * * * *
Potter was in the kitchen cleaning up after the more than adequate dinner he had cooked. Draco was surprised at how decent Potter was at cooking, but he wasn't about to admit it. Though they might get along better now than they had in the past, they were not friends and likely would never be. It didn't matter that seeing Potter bend down to get something made Draco's cock rock hard. Draco figured it was simply due to not getting any pussy or ass in months!
It was bad if he missed Pansy's mouth. Draco sighed and was about to get up from the table when Snape grabbed his wrist. Draco looked up at the older wizard and waited. He had finally learned patience after living with Snape. Narcissa would have been pleased. “Yes, sir?”
“What did Potter want?” Snape hissed softly so Potter didn't hear.
“He was looking for you, of course,” Draco said. “He missed you.”
Snape didn't look satisfied, but he let go of him. “I want seven more batches of Pepper Up Potion completed tonight. Do you understand?”
Each batch took more than an hour to complete. He would be up all night, likely until sunrise. Snape was a low bastard. Draco just gave a little smile of a response. “Understood.”
When Snape finally smiled, it was highly unattractive.
* * * * *
One rare afternoon when Snape was actually at Grimmauld Place instead of doing his “very important” business, Draco decided to go to the library and get himself a book to read since he actually did not have something that needed to be done. He found Potter and Snape in there, instead. They were fucking. Draco stopped and held his breath-watching. He couldn't help it. It was so raw and sexual and rough and satisfying.
Potter was bent down over a table and his legs were spread. Snape was behind him, his cock drilling Potter's hole. Draco had the perfect side view and both of them were too busy trying to reach orgasm to pay him any mind. Draco backed up a bit, so he was a bit more hidden and devour the sight of Snape thrusting in and out of Potter.
“Ooh,” Potter moaned and it went straight to Draco's cock, “harder Severus! Harder!”
Snape moved faster, following Potter's directives, his balls were slapping against Potter's ass cheeks. Draco bit his lip to keep from groaning softly. He was highly aroused now and he glanced down to see Potter's cock, standing up and dripping. Draco wasn't much of a giver, being too selfish for that, but the hard cock looked so very desirable.
He would lick it. He would scrape his teeth other it and sucked it hard until Potter's seed burst into his mouth, and then he would swallow down the bitter taste and fuck Potter's hole until it was wet and loose. Draco shuddered and when Potter shouted his release, Draco did something he hadn't done since he was a young boy-he creamed his pants.
* * * * *
Potter and Draco never talked when Snape was around, at least not more than words that needed to be said like pass the salt. The tones used were never polite. Then again Draco didn't think that'd ever change, even if he got his wish to make Potter his slut. Draco concentrated on making another one of the many potions Snape had requested, wondering when this feeling of jealousy against Snape and this desire for Potter had occurred. It hadn't been sudden at all; it had crept up on him.
Draco sprinkled dragon urine into the boiling potion and then waved his wand to lower the temperature of the fire so the potion could simmer for an hour before being bottled. Draco glanced around the laboratory and decided there wasn't much left to do here that he couldn't do later. Some clean up and that was it. He might as well go to the library and try to find a book to read to get his mind off of Potter. Lately, the green-eyed boy had been lingering persistently in his thoughts. It was unpleasant since he couldn't satisfy those particular thoughts.
Of course, as he drew close to the library, he could hear Potter and Snape talking and quite loudly. It seemed like the “lovers” were having an argument. How interesting. With the power Snape wielded over Potter, he could just order him to agree. Draco wondered when Snape would get around to it and give Draco another memory he could use against Snape in the future.
“I don't understand why you won't tell me anything!” Potter snapped. “I thought you trusted me!”
“I'm a spy,” Snape snarled. “I trust no one.”
Draco wished he could see Potter's face, since neither of them were saying anything and it was impossible to guess what was going on when the doors were closed. “But,” Potter finally said, “I could help. You know I could.”
“And get yourself killed.”
“I wouldn't,” Potter said. “You worry too much.”
Snape didn't say anything to that and Draco wondered if maybe Snape did care about Potter. Because knowing what he knew of Snape, he would have denied what was not true-at least in this situation. But then again, maybe Snape wanted Potter to believe that he worried, that he cared, that he loved. Draco turned away from the library and walked back to the laboratory.
* * * * *
It had been months since Snape had really stepped into the laboratory to do some real potions work. Draco was surprised when he had walked in to see Snape actually brewing. Draco wondered as he watched what exactly Snape was trying to make, since none of the ingredients on the table clicked with a particular potion-none that he knew of anyway and he knew of quite a number.
“Are you just going to stand there?” Snape said sharply.
Draco shook his head and then felt stupid. Snape was looking at his brewing potion and ingredients, not at the doorway and certainly not at Draco. He flushed and said, “What should I do?”
“Make yourself useful.”
Draco fidgeted a little before forcing his hands to relax. “I'm not certain what I can do.” It really galled him to admit this. “I don't recognize the potion.”
“I wouldn't expect you to,” Snape said. He gestured at the raw ingredients on the table behind him. “I do expect, however, for you to recognize how to prepare those.”
“Of course, sir.”
They worked most of the day on it, only taking a brief lunch break when Potter had brought them sandwiches. Draco had watched Potter give Snape a gentle kiss-a lover's kiss. Draco wondered when Snape had given Potter the suggestion that he loved him. Draco, for all that he was a Slytherin and didn't have many qualms with moral aspects, still thought commanding love like that was loathsome. His eyes didn't leave Potter alone until the other boy left the room.
“Malfoy,” Snape snapped once Potter had left, “I will warn you only once. I've seen the way you look at him.”
Draco almost cut some flesh off of a finger. He gripped the knife more tightly and kept on slicing thin pieces of what Snape had informed him were dragon balls. Snape had seen the way he looked at Potter. Draco sneered at himself in a direction where Snape couldn't see him. When had he become so careless? He was a Malfoy!
“Potter is mine,” Snape said into his ears, his lips far too close. Draco hadn't even heard Snape move, hadn't notice where Snape was until he was there. “Do remember that.”
* * * * *
The more and more time Draco spent with Potter in the company of Snape or not, Draco began to realize he might not love Potter, but he certainly liked him-liked him a lot. He might one day love him, if given the chance. Their interaction, though, was brief and not very satisfying. It was like Potter knew that Snape wouldn't like it if he spent too much time with Draco, not that Draco had ever given him a reason to shy away. He had been exceedingly careful since Snape's warning.
Careful not to look at Potter when Snape or Potter could see him. Snape, it seemed, believed Draco had backed down. Draco smiled a little and it was grim. He hadn't backed down nor had he begun to fight for Potter's affections. He was in a stalemate because he didn't know how to neutralize the potion Snape had given Potter and from the way Potter kept acting, his attempts wouldn't do any good until he found a way to circumvent that potion.
He was running out of time too. Snape hadn't said anything, but Potter would ask in a soft voice if they were almost done and Snape would nod a little. Draco wondered what the question regarded and he figured it didn't matter that much. What mattered was when those two finished whatever they were doing, everything was going to change and Draco would much rather work a plan in a situation he knew rather than an entirely different one.
The next day was Draco's lucky day. He stumbled across a very old potions book which contained a potion when made overrode any controlling potion to give the drinker free will. It was perfect. It was exactly what Draco wanted. It was going to be very hard to make and Draco couldn't wait to get started.
* * * * *
The potion was done and not a day too soon as Draco was getting really sick of hearing Snape and Potter fucking next door. He wanted to be the one in Snape's position, sliding his cock into Potter's ass, and he would even be generous enough to allow Potter to fuck his ass. Draco wouldn't admit it, but he did like being the fucked one on occasion, even though his father hadn't approve of that particular tendency of his.
Draco shrugged that aside and carefully capped the finished potion and vanished any evidence that he had been brewing something he wasn't supposed to. He then went to find Potter. He was anxious to try the potion, even when he knew he didn't have much time in which to do it. Snape would be back any time soon, but Draco didn't want to wait for a better time. He was sick of waiting and watching Potter respond to Snape and his suggestions as if they were really his own.
When Draco found Potter in the library, he took the potion out of his pocket and gripped it tightly in his hand. He didn't quite know how he was going to convince Potter to drink it, not when he had never given Potter a potion to drink before. Draco bit his bottom lip and decided he'd just have to lie, lie, lie through his teeth and make it as convincing as possible.
“Potter,” Draco snapped, “I've something you need to drink.” He held up the small vial of potion. “Snape told me to give it to you.”
Potter, to his credit, narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”
“It's to help you with your headaches,” Draco said, wondering if that even made sense. “I just finished it, bit slow actually, or else I'd have given it to Snape before he left.”
“Snape told you about them?” Potter said and he sounded genuinely surprised.
Draco nodded, tension easing inside of him, and wondered why he had doubted himself. Of course, his lie would work. “He's told me a lot of things.”
“Has he?” Potter said and took the vial, drinking the potion down in one gulp.
Draco wanted to roll his eyes a bit at how trusting Potter was, except he didn't find it stupid anymore. He found it rather endearing, much to his alarm. Potter wasn't supposed to be anything but his enemy. That had certainly changed after being couped up in this decrepit house for months. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“A little dizzy, is that supposed to happen?” Potter asked.
Draco grabbed Potter's arm and steadied him when he began to sway. “Listen to me. Snape has been using you. He gave you a potion when we first got here. It makes you sensitive to his suggestions. It works like Imperius except it's not direct orders. He just gives you suggestions and...”
“...and he can choose whether or not he wants to follow them,” Snape finished.
Draco froze and whirled around, wand already in hand. Snape, too, had his wand in hand. Draco knew the moment he moved his wand, he would be fucked. There was no way he'd be able to out duel Snape, not when Snape had been playing Death Eater most of his life.
“The suggestion fails if the other person has strong feelings against them,” Snape said. “He wanted what I suggested or else it wouldn't have worked. Don't you, Harry?”
Potter nodded and Draco felt sick in his stomach. “But I gave you a potion. It eliminates the suggestion potion that Snape gave you! Don't you see what he's doing? He's using you! He doesn't love you! He was just fucking you to keep himself safe!”
“He was fucking me for a lot of reasons,” Potter said, not looking the least bit distraught. “I had my reasons as well.”
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. His ears were roaring with his nerves, his fears, his-he didn't really know. He couldn't stop to think to analyze. His mind was just whirling at such speeds. He couldn't calm down.
“It's really kind that you tried to save me,” Potter remarked, smiling a little. “But I'm quite safe where I am and so are we all. Aren't we, Severus? You did destroy him tonight, didn't you?”
“Of course, we'll be safe and happy together.” Snape smirked and pointed his wand at Draco. “Avada Kedavra!”
Finis.
A/N: Um, I hope this is what you wanted darkelf83. Either way I'm happy with the way it turned out. What do the rest of you guys think?
Pairing: HP/SS, one sided HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,316
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am making no profit.
Warnings: (It'd be best to read w/o highlighting to see the warning) character death.
Beta: Not read, forgive me my mistakes :D!
Note: For
darkelf83 , and her plot bunny is... immediately Post-HBP, Harry is at Grimmauld Place when Severus or Draco arrives, seeking asylum.Any rating from PG-13 upwards. There doesn't have to be sex, as long as they get together and kiss at least once. Although sex is of course always welcome. Even if it's only hazy/implied.
Summary: Post-HBP. Draco and Snape need a safe haven, they choose Grimmauld Place only to find Harry Potter in residence.
Potter was stunned and drugged before Draco knew what was going on. Snape was dragging Potter up the stairs of Grimmauld Place when Draco drew out his wand and hissed, “What are you doing?”
Snape really was an ugly bastard when he glared down at Draco. If Snape wasn't Draco's only hope of salvation with his mother dead, he would be anywhere else other than here-in this creepy, dirty house. “What do you think?” Snape snapped.
“Are you mad? Why did you kill him?” Draco asked, knowing he sounded a little hysterical, but he had every right.
As much as he hated the bloody Gryffindor, Potter was his best chance for getting out of this war in one piece. Maybe he could convince Potter he had made a terrible mistake and tell him everything he knew about the other side. He didn't know much, but it was better than Potter's nothing. That was all gone now that Potter was dead. What was Snape thinking?
“You are an idiot,” Snape declared as he dumped Potter's body on a bed covered in old, threadbare blankets. “Potter's not dead.”
“Then what did you do?” Draco thought he sounded a lot more calm, for all that his heart was pounding. “I saw the potion.”
“I don't see how you could miss,” Snape remarked with a sharp tone. “The potion you so observed will make Potter more amendable to our situation. He will be malleable.”
Draco's curiosity was piqued with anything that regarded potion-making, even if this situation was rather undesirable. “How? Does it work like Imperius?”
Snape again looked at him as if his intelligence was far below average. “It works on suggestions from wizard who brewed the potion, namely me.”
Draco stood his ground, even though he was tempted to run behind his mother's robes. “You can't harm me.”
“Oh, I most certainly can,” Snape said as he covered Potter's unconscious body with the blanket. “I only made a vow to protect you.” Snape glanced over at Draco. “Do not try my patience, understood?”
Draco hated not having the upper hand, but he knew he was safe as long as he was with Snape. After all, the Potions Master had made an Unbreakable Vow to keep him safe and unless Snape wanted to die, he'd keep it. Draco glared down at Potter and wondered what exactly Snape was going to do with the irritating boy. He hoped it was unpleasant.
* * * * *
Draco was trying to sleep, but instead he was distracted. Potter was moaning as Snape fucked him. Draco couldn't determine what was more screwed up, that Potter was letting Snape fuck him or that Snape was willing to fuck Potter. Either way, it was deranged. Draco bit the inside of his mouth. Snape had already warned him if he made a fuss about the “arrangement,” then he could make himself scarce by leaving. Draco wasn't suicidal. He was staying put. The filthy house was under the Fidelius Charm. Why would he leave guaranteed safety?
“Ooh,” Harry moaned loudly, “ooh yes, yesss...”
Draco was hard from hearing Potter's pleasure from Snape's cock plunging into his tight asshole. While he was not particularly attracted to boys, Potter was decent looking, much better than Snape in every way. Draco sneered as his hand drifted into his pants and he fisted his cock.
“Harder, fuck me harder. Ooh yes, yes, yesss... harder!”
It didn't take Draco long to come all over his stomach. He glared at the mess and flicked his wand and said a cleaning charm. Then and only then did he close his eyes. In the background, Harry was moaning incoherently. Draco never did know for sure what was going on, but he assumed when Harry reached that point he was somewhere near or at orgasm.
That night, like most nights, Draco dreamt of green eyes and a lightning bolt.
* * * * *
“Potter,” Draco greeted as the Gryffindor boy came into the Potions laboratory where he was currently finishing up a batch of Dreamless Sleep, “if you're looking for Professor Snape, he's not here.”
Potter licked his lips. “I'm not.”
Draco stopped stirring briefly, looked up at Potter, then continued what he was doing. It was a critical stage and he really couldn't afford to mess up if he didn't want to be on the receiving end of another Sectumsempra. The last time had been particularly unpleasant. Draco had no wish to relive it any time soon.
“I'm busy,” Draco declared. “Go find something to do.”
“You know what's going on,” Potter said and Draco could almost feel how close the other boy was. “You know what Snape's doing. Tell me, please!”
Draco had no wish to die and Potter was doing everything Snape had suggested, including fucking him. Draco gripped the wooden ladle tightly and kept his stirring consistent. He could not mess up the potion. He may have once been Snape's favorite student, but he now had the feeling Snape quite hated him. Draco really didn't know why and only a fragment of him cared.
“Did you hear me?” Potter whispered and then stopped talking abruptly when the door opened and Snape entered. He turned around and walked toward Snape. “I was looking for you.”
“I was otherwise occupied,” Snape said curtly and placed his hand on Potter's chin and tilted his head up. Snape kissed Potter quite harshly, like he was reminding Potter who was in control. “You missed me.”
It was a suggestion and impossible for Potter to resist. Draco watched Potter nod his head and cling to Snape as if they were really lovers. It was all a big lie, though. Snape didn't want Potter. He was using him. And Potter didn't miss Snape. He was being told to.
“I missed you,” Potter said and kissed Snape back.
Draco looked down at his potion. It was a nauseating brownish-gray mixture and far more appealing than the sight those two made.
* * * * *
Potter was in the kitchen cleaning up after the more than adequate dinner he had cooked. Draco was surprised at how decent Potter was at cooking, but he wasn't about to admit it. Though they might get along better now than they had in the past, they were not friends and likely would never be. It didn't matter that seeing Potter bend down to get something made Draco's cock rock hard. Draco figured it was simply due to not getting any pussy or ass in months!
It was bad if he missed Pansy's mouth. Draco sighed and was about to get up from the table when Snape grabbed his wrist. Draco looked up at the older wizard and waited. He had finally learned patience after living with Snape. Narcissa would have been pleased. “Yes, sir?”
“What did Potter want?” Snape hissed softly so Potter didn't hear.
“He was looking for you, of course,” Draco said. “He missed you.”
Snape didn't look satisfied, but he let go of him. “I want seven more batches of Pepper Up Potion completed tonight. Do you understand?”
Each batch took more than an hour to complete. He would be up all night, likely until sunrise. Snape was a low bastard. Draco just gave a little smile of a response. “Understood.”
When Snape finally smiled, it was highly unattractive.
* * * * *
One rare afternoon when Snape was actually at Grimmauld Place instead of doing his “very important” business, Draco decided to go to the library and get himself a book to read since he actually did not have something that needed to be done. He found Potter and Snape in there, instead. They were fucking. Draco stopped and held his breath-watching. He couldn't help it. It was so raw and sexual and rough and satisfying.
Potter was bent down over a table and his legs were spread. Snape was behind him, his cock drilling Potter's hole. Draco had the perfect side view and both of them were too busy trying to reach orgasm to pay him any mind. Draco backed up a bit, so he was a bit more hidden and devour the sight of Snape thrusting in and out of Potter.
“Ooh,” Potter moaned and it went straight to Draco's cock, “harder Severus! Harder!”
Snape moved faster, following Potter's directives, his balls were slapping against Potter's ass cheeks. Draco bit his lip to keep from groaning softly. He was highly aroused now and he glanced down to see Potter's cock, standing up and dripping. Draco wasn't much of a giver, being too selfish for that, but the hard cock looked so very desirable.
He would lick it. He would scrape his teeth other it and sucked it hard until Potter's seed burst into his mouth, and then he would swallow down the bitter taste and fuck Potter's hole until it was wet and loose. Draco shuddered and when Potter shouted his release, Draco did something he hadn't done since he was a young boy-he creamed his pants.
* * * * *
Potter and Draco never talked when Snape was around, at least not more than words that needed to be said like pass the salt. The tones used were never polite. Then again Draco didn't think that'd ever change, even if he got his wish to make Potter his slut. Draco concentrated on making another one of the many potions Snape had requested, wondering when this feeling of jealousy against Snape and this desire for Potter had occurred. It hadn't been sudden at all; it had crept up on him.
Draco sprinkled dragon urine into the boiling potion and then waved his wand to lower the temperature of the fire so the potion could simmer for an hour before being bottled. Draco glanced around the laboratory and decided there wasn't much left to do here that he couldn't do later. Some clean up and that was it. He might as well go to the library and try to find a book to read to get his mind off of Potter. Lately, the green-eyed boy had been lingering persistently in his thoughts. It was unpleasant since he couldn't satisfy those particular thoughts.
Of course, as he drew close to the library, he could hear Potter and Snape talking and quite loudly. It seemed like the “lovers” were having an argument. How interesting. With the power Snape wielded over Potter, he could just order him to agree. Draco wondered when Snape would get around to it and give Draco another memory he could use against Snape in the future.
“I don't understand why you won't tell me anything!” Potter snapped. “I thought you trusted me!”
“I'm a spy,” Snape snarled. “I trust no one.”
Draco wished he could see Potter's face, since neither of them were saying anything and it was impossible to guess what was going on when the doors were closed. “But,” Potter finally said, “I could help. You know I could.”
“And get yourself killed.”
“I wouldn't,” Potter said. “You worry too much.”
Snape didn't say anything to that and Draco wondered if maybe Snape did care about Potter. Because knowing what he knew of Snape, he would have denied what was not true-at least in this situation. But then again, maybe Snape wanted Potter to believe that he worried, that he cared, that he loved. Draco turned away from the library and walked back to the laboratory.
* * * * *
It had been months since Snape had really stepped into the laboratory to do some real potions work. Draco was surprised when he had walked in to see Snape actually brewing. Draco wondered as he watched what exactly Snape was trying to make, since none of the ingredients on the table clicked with a particular potion-none that he knew of anyway and he knew of quite a number.
“Are you just going to stand there?” Snape said sharply.
Draco shook his head and then felt stupid. Snape was looking at his brewing potion and ingredients, not at the doorway and certainly not at Draco. He flushed and said, “What should I do?”
“Make yourself useful.”
Draco fidgeted a little before forcing his hands to relax. “I'm not certain what I can do.” It really galled him to admit this. “I don't recognize the potion.”
“I wouldn't expect you to,” Snape said. He gestured at the raw ingredients on the table behind him. “I do expect, however, for you to recognize how to prepare those.”
“Of course, sir.”
They worked most of the day on it, only taking a brief lunch break when Potter had brought them sandwiches. Draco had watched Potter give Snape a gentle kiss-a lover's kiss. Draco wondered when Snape had given Potter the suggestion that he loved him. Draco, for all that he was a Slytherin and didn't have many qualms with moral aspects, still thought commanding love like that was loathsome. His eyes didn't leave Potter alone until the other boy left the room.
“Malfoy,” Snape snapped once Potter had left, “I will warn you only once. I've seen the way you look at him.”
Draco almost cut some flesh off of a finger. He gripped the knife more tightly and kept on slicing thin pieces of what Snape had informed him were dragon balls. Snape had seen the way he looked at Potter. Draco sneered at himself in a direction where Snape couldn't see him. When had he become so careless? He was a Malfoy!
“Potter is mine,” Snape said into his ears, his lips far too close. Draco hadn't even heard Snape move, hadn't notice where Snape was until he was there. “Do remember that.”
* * * * *
The more and more time Draco spent with Potter in the company of Snape or not, Draco began to realize he might not love Potter, but he certainly liked him-liked him a lot. He might one day love him, if given the chance. Their interaction, though, was brief and not very satisfying. It was like Potter knew that Snape wouldn't like it if he spent too much time with Draco, not that Draco had ever given him a reason to shy away. He had been exceedingly careful since Snape's warning.
Careful not to look at Potter when Snape or Potter could see him. Snape, it seemed, believed Draco had backed down. Draco smiled a little and it was grim. He hadn't backed down nor had he begun to fight for Potter's affections. He was in a stalemate because he didn't know how to neutralize the potion Snape had given Potter and from the way Potter kept acting, his attempts wouldn't do any good until he found a way to circumvent that potion.
He was running out of time too. Snape hadn't said anything, but Potter would ask in a soft voice if they were almost done and Snape would nod a little. Draco wondered what the question regarded and he figured it didn't matter that much. What mattered was when those two finished whatever they were doing, everything was going to change and Draco would much rather work a plan in a situation he knew rather than an entirely different one.
The next day was Draco's lucky day. He stumbled across a very old potions book which contained a potion when made overrode any controlling potion to give the drinker free will. It was perfect. It was exactly what Draco wanted. It was going to be very hard to make and Draco couldn't wait to get started.
* * * * *
The potion was done and not a day too soon as Draco was getting really sick of hearing Snape and Potter fucking next door. He wanted to be the one in Snape's position, sliding his cock into Potter's ass, and he would even be generous enough to allow Potter to fuck his ass. Draco wouldn't admit it, but he did like being the fucked one on occasion, even though his father hadn't approve of that particular tendency of his.
Draco shrugged that aside and carefully capped the finished potion and vanished any evidence that he had been brewing something he wasn't supposed to. He then went to find Potter. He was anxious to try the potion, even when he knew he didn't have much time in which to do it. Snape would be back any time soon, but Draco didn't want to wait for a better time. He was sick of waiting and watching Potter respond to Snape and his suggestions as if they were really his own.
When Draco found Potter in the library, he took the potion out of his pocket and gripped it tightly in his hand. He didn't quite know how he was going to convince Potter to drink it, not when he had never given Potter a potion to drink before. Draco bit his bottom lip and decided he'd just have to lie, lie, lie through his teeth and make it as convincing as possible.
“Potter,” Draco snapped, “I've something you need to drink.” He held up the small vial of potion. “Snape told me to give it to you.”
Potter, to his credit, narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”
“It's to help you with your headaches,” Draco said, wondering if that even made sense. “I just finished it, bit slow actually, or else I'd have given it to Snape before he left.”
“Snape told you about them?” Potter said and he sounded genuinely surprised.
Draco nodded, tension easing inside of him, and wondered why he had doubted himself. Of course, his lie would work. “He's told me a lot of things.”
“Has he?” Potter said and took the vial, drinking the potion down in one gulp.
Draco wanted to roll his eyes a bit at how trusting Potter was, except he didn't find it stupid anymore. He found it rather endearing, much to his alarm. Potter wasn't supposed to be anything but his enemy. That had certainly changed after being couped up in this decrepit house for months. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“A little dizzy, is that supposed to happen?” Potter asked.
Draco grabbed Potter's arm and steadied him when he began to sway. “Listen to me. Snape has been using you. He gave you a potion when we first got here. It makes you sensitive to his suggestions. It works like Imperius except it's not direct orders. He just gives you suggestions and...”
“...and he can choose whether or not he wants to follow them,” Snape finished.
Draco froze and whirled around, wand already in hand. Snape, too, had his wand in hand. Draco knew the moment he moved his wand, he would be fucked. There was no way he'd be able to out duel Snape, not when Snape had been playing Death Eater most of his life.
“The suggestion fails if the other person has strong feelings against them,” Snape said. “He wanted what I suggested or else it wouldn't have worked. Don't you, Harry?”
Potter nodded and Draco felt sick in his stomach. “But I gave you a potion. It eliminates the suggestion potion that Snape gave you! Don't you see what he's doing? He's using you! He doesn't love you! He was just fucking you to keep himself safe!”
“He was fucking me for a lot of reasons,” Potter said, not looking the least bit distraught. “I had my reasons as well.”
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. His ears were roaring with his nerves, his fears, his-he didn't really know. He couldn't stop to think to analyze. His mind was just whirling at such speeds. He couldn't calm down.
“It's really kind that you tried to save me,” Potter remarked, smiling a little. “But I'm quite safe where I am and so are we all. Aren't we, Severus? You did destroy him tonight, didn't you?”
“Of course, we'll be safe and happy together.” Snape smirked and pointed his wand at Draco. “Avada Kedavra!”
Finis.
A/N: Um, I hope this is what you wanted darkelf83. Either way I'm happy with the way it turned out. What do the rest of you guys think?