Your Life Is Mine.

((No sex in this part, but there will be plenty coming up in later chapters.))

Draco Malfoy sat in a remote corner of the library, staring at the opened pages of Flintlocke's Practical Potions, lost in thought. It didn't matter, really, for the boy knew his godfather would not be able to reprimand him for his lack of studying, not with the very dangerous secret that was held in his delicate, young hands.


Draco still found it difficult to believe that he had been lucky enough to discover Severus' deadly treachery, and he was struggling to figure out just how he could use it to his advantage. The blond boy knew that one hint of Severus' double-agent status to the right people would get the Potions professor killed and Draco himself ranked high among the Dark Lord's inner circle. However, he was not foolish enough to reveal the secret without getting quite a bit out of his godfather beforehand.


He finally closed his potions textbook and tucked it into his bag, standing and gathering his things to head down toward the dungeons and Snape's quarters, the calculating grin on his lips enough to warrant him a few wary glances from the students he passed on his way. He stopped before the professor's door and lifted a fisted hand to knock soundly, silver-blue eyes glinting like the blade of a dagger, his mind overflowing with possibilities.


At the sneeringly drawled "Enter", he opened the door and closed it behind himself, glancing over the living area of his godfather's suite. The walls were rough-hewn rock, darkened by time and left strangely bare of portraits or photographs. The floor matched the wall, and was covered by a large black rug enchanted to show the night sky, currently winking with the image of Ursa Major.


A pair of straight-backed, oxblood leather armchairs flanked a large fireplace, and a couch stood opposite them in charcoal grey suede, the throw pillows in white silk. His godfather sat in the right hand chair, a large tome open on his crossed legs, and one dark brow arched as he stared inquiringly at Draco.


The blond boy dropped his bags beside the door and walked across to take a seat on the couch without being invited, settling back with a smug smirk on his lips, amused by the glare that narrowed Severus' inky eyes.


"What do you want, Draco? I'm rather busy."


Draco's smile only grew and then he chuckled softly, flinty eyes twinkling as he forced his godfather to wait until his glare grew almost murderous and his lips parted to speak again. A slender, white hand rose to cut him off, and the young boy's sneering words came out deathly quiet.


"How long did you think you could keep your traitorous behavior a secret, Godfather?" Silvery eyes delighted in the sight of that handsome face going even paler than before, turning a ghostly white as the dark eyes widened with fear.


"And before you try to Obliviate me, or anything, you should know I've left myself a little note. Not only that, but there's a sealed envelope hidden somewhere that will immediately arrive into my father's hands if you cast any spells on me whatsoever, and that includes Legilimens."


He watched in pure bliss as his godfather shrank back in his chair, realizing that every avenue of escape had been torn from him. Truly, it was all Draco could do not to laugh. "Now, I think you and I need to have a discussion, don't we, Godfather?"


Severus sat stunned, staring at the devilishly clever boy sitting calmly on his couch, his mind racing, trying to find some way to get himself out of the mess he was currently in, but he couldn't think of anything. Suddenly, he realized the boy hadn't mentioned anything about the use of potions, and he strived to keep from smirking and letting on that he had discovered an out.


"Ah-ah, Severus. Don't think I didn't see that glint come back into your eyes. Are you thinking maybe of a bit of Veritaserum slipped into one of my drinks? A way to find out where I've hidden my notes? Do you truly think me so stupid as to not include potions into my failsafe, given you are the Potions Professor?"


Snape's heart sank into the pit of his stomach and he dropped his head forward, one hand rising to cover his face as he realized there was nothing he could do. He was surely going to be killed. "H-How?" The weakness in his own voice terrified him, even as it sent a thrill of power through his pale godson.


"It was an accident, actually. Longbottom left the Gryffindor password in the library one afternoon, and I snuck up during dinner to 'borrow' Potter's Invisibility Cloak. I found a rather interesting map lying with it, and realized that it showed everyone in the school, and where they were."


Draco paused and stood, wandering about his godfather's suite, trailing his fingertips over the books in his large bookcase, pretending to read the spines as he forced his captive audience to wait for the rest of the story. Finally he turned and flashed a cruel smile, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.


"That night after everyone had gone to bed, I slipped on the cloak and took the map with me. I saw you headed to Dumbledore's office and followed you, quiet as a house elf. I barely made it onto those moving stairs after you, but I managed it, and then it was just a matter of remaining still and listening closely. Really, Godfather, I am surprised that a simple 6th year like myself could fool two powerful wizards like you and Dumbledork."


Snape groaned and covered his face with both hands, rather ashamed of that fact himself, though he knew his godson was anything but stupid, or simple. He was shocked by the tremble he felt in his hands and lowered them back to his lap, forcing his chin up to stare at the sixteen year old with resignation. "I suppose you are going to tell the Dark Lord then?"


Draco shrugged blandly and pushed off the wall, strolling back over to take his seat on the couch, smoothing a few non-existent wrinkles from his pants. "Where's the fun in that? I tell him, you get killed and I get to be his best buddy for a while. However, if I don't tell him, you are forced to do anything and everything I say, and I might end up being his best buddy anyway."


Snape's eyes grew wide as he realized his godson was talking about blackmailing him, casually discussing turning his own godfather into his slave and possibly getting him killed in what would no doubt be a very long and painful manner. "Draco, you can't be serious..."


The blond snorted and smirked at his godfather, flashing another of those knife-edge smirks. "Don't be stupid, Severus. You should be glad it was me who discovered your little secret and not my father, for you would already be dead if he had. Dead, or chained beneath the Dark Lord's castle with rats, and who knows what else, chewing at your living flesh. Why...I think you should be on your knees, thanking me for offering to prolong your miserable life."


Snape heard the tone of command in this last sentance and shuddered inwardly as he rose to his feet, setting aside his book before striding over to kneel before his pale godson, bowing his head and licking his dry lips before murmuring. "Thank you, Draco. I am eternally grateful for the kindness you are showing me, and I owe you my life." The words brought a rush of bitter bile to the back of his throat, but he swallowed it back and struggled not to rise up and strangle the life from the wretched boy.


Draco chuckled and reached out to caress the silky, black strands of Severus' hair, the way a person might pet the head of a faithful dog, then grabbed them in a cruel fist and jerked his godfather's head up, leaning forward to hiss into his face. "From now on, unless we are in the company of others, you will call me Master, do you understand, pet?"


Snape bit his lip against a cry of pain at the pulling of his hair, startled, fearful black eyes focused on the twisted, yet beautiful, face of his...Master. He felt his heart go as cold as ice, and his lips quivered as he murmured numbly. "Yes, Master."

((Reviews welcome. This is my first HP Slashfic and I want to know what you guys think. I'll be updating -at least- weekly, though possibly more frequently than that.))