A Good Boy

A/N:
My first story. Yeay! So, firstly, many, many thanks to my fantastic beta, dpa06. It would suck so much more without you! ;P So thank you!
Secondly, this is set in their seventh year, but Dumbledore isn't dead. He killed Voldemort in the summer between their sixth and seventh year. So everyone's alive and well! :)
And thirdly, hope you enjoy it. Of course, being a first-timer, I would really appreciate reviews so I know what you think.


Prologue

Once upon a time, there was a little wizard named Draco Malfoy who lived the perfect life. He had a respected family, he attended the best school for witchcraft and wizardry in existence, he had good grades, he had friends, and he was darned hot. That was one side of the story – the one Draco preferred to show to the world.

And then there were the nightmares, and the pain, and the never-ending fear. He kept that part for himself. The way he imagined things, he would leave school with good grades, and then move far away from everything. All without anyone being any wiser afbout anything. There was only one year to go, and it would not be too hard as long as he kept his cool surface intact. And pretending was the thing he did best. What Draco did not know, though, was that one boy was about to destroy all these plans and change his life forever.




Chapter One – The Dream


“Now, remember to be a good boy. It’ll be important for your career to get into his good graces. Show respect, do everything he says, and don’t make any fuss.”

“Yes, father.”

Draco bowed his head in respect. He was a very obedient boy indeed, at least when his father was around. He did not dare be anything else. Truth be told, Draco was afraid of his father, and respected him even more. He was not at home very often, but every time he was, Draco would walk quietly through the mansion, being careful never to make a sound. This time he had been home for three days, and he would be going away again soon.

But before he went, his and his mother would go to a party. Draco was looking forward to it. Not because he would get to go with them, but due to the fact that he had never had a baby-sitter before. His mother had always felt too ill to go to parties. Ever since Draco was born, his mother had been a very fragile woman; every cold sent her straight into bed. This time, though, she felt healthier, so she would go to the party, and Draco would be left at home. A good friend of his father’s, Severus, was coming to baby-sit. Draco, being a fearless 5-year-old, thought himself very much capable of being home alone. But he would never argue with anything his father said, so instead he tried to make the best of it.

Lucius tapped his foot impatiently. “Where is Severus? I told him to be here at 7 p.m.”

“Don’t worry, darling, he’ll be here soon.”

Draco’s mother barely had time to finish her sentence before there was a knock on the door.

“Ah, finally.” Lucius opened the door and welcomed his friend with a steady hand-shake.

“Try not to be late next time. It shouldn’t be too hard. We’ll be home by midnight. Bedtime’s at 9. Have a nice evening.”

Lucius and Narcissa turned around and disapparated with a ‘pop’, not lingering long enough to even say good-bye.

Draco had silently moved to the back of the room, keeping his eyes on the floor. He was frightened by the man before him. His dark, greasy hair and big nose reminded Draco of a wicked wizard he had seen in one of his children’s books.

“Hello, Draco.”

Draco could not help flinching. Severus Snape had moved forward several feet, close enough to touch Draco. And he did, pulling up Draco’s chin so the boy looked at him.

“Such a precious little boy.”

Draco did not know what to do. His father wanted him to show respect, but this man’s hands sent chills down his spine. He tried to swallow his emotions, speaking directly to his baby-sitter’s face.

“Hello, Mr. Snape.” His father had told him never to call him by his first name. That name was only for grown ups.

Snape laughed silently, smiling down at the boy. “I think we will have a great time tonight.”


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Draco crept carefully into bed, cautious not to touch the man beside him. He did not understand why Snape wanted to lay beside him. His father had never let him lie in the same bed as him.

“Goodnight, Mr. Snape.”

Snape said nothing, so Draco turned to the side, facing the rest of the room rather than his baby-sitter. Soon enough, he shut his eyes and relaxed. He had almost fallen asleep when he felt a hand begin to stroke his back.

“What is it, Mr. Snape?”

But Snape did not answer, so Draco turned around to face him and repeated, “What is it Mr. Snape?”

The man beside him smiled and reached up to rub his cheek.

“You’re a very beautiful boy, Draco.”

”Thank you Mr. Sn...”

Draco’s reply was cut short when Snape softly planted a kiss on Draco’s small, pink lips. Draco did not know what to do. Kissing him was something his mother would do, but never his father. Why did this man do it? He froze completely when he felt something wet trailing his lips. Why did Mr. Snape lick him? He figured the best thing to do would be to simply lay still and do nothing. Snape soon withdrew his tongue and lips.

“Open your mouth, Draco.”

Draco did not dare speak, only opened his mouth slightly. Snape’s lips returned, and very soon Draco felt the older man’s tongue enter his slightly open mouth. Snape’s tongue massaged his for a moment, before once again drawing back.

“Kiss me back, Draco.”

“But... but...”

“Yes, Draco? But…?”

“I don’t know how.”

Draco shamefully lowered his gaze. If there was something his father did not approve of it was stupidity. Draco not being able to do what he was asked had never been accepted in the Malfoy mansion. But Snape did not get angry; he just smiled a little, as though Draco had said something cute instead of something stupid.

“Don’t worry, just follow my lead.”

And Draco obeyed, trying to copy Snape’s motions. He did not like this at all. The tongue was too big and wet in his mouth. He knew he had to comply though; he would never disobey his father.

A few minutes later Snape seemed to have gotten bored of the kissing, and instead guided Draco’s hand towards his crotch. Draco’s eyes widened as his hand was pushed against the other man’s penis. He did not know they could be that big. His certainly was not.


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Draco awoke, sweaty and trembling. He hated that dream. It always made him nauseous, no matter how many times he had it. Then he felt something that made him forget all about the dream. A jolt of pain ran through his body, emerging from his nipples, and he wondered how he could have slept at all. It did not take him long to remember. He had not been a very good boy last night. Snape wanted him to give him a rim job. Draco had not even known what it was, and was very embarrassed to find out. He did not want to do that.

He was not an innocent boy, that was for sure. He had probably done more than all the other students his age had done together. But he still found that disgusting, so he refused. He had tried, but he could not bring himself to do it. And that was why he had a chain hanging between his nipples, connected to two metal snakeheads gnawing away at one nipple each. He knew that he deserved it, and he knew exactly what he should do to get rid of them. But he could not. The pain was excruciating, and he knew he would not last very long, but he was not about to give in just yet. The idea of giving Snape a rim job still seemed worse than the pain – but for how long, Draco did not know.

He did not sleep anymore that night, and when morning came he just could not get himself to go to his first class of the day – Potions. Instead, he decided to get some air. Draco always loved the school grounds, especially when no one was around. He did not like it at all today, though. No matter where he went or what he looked at, the never-ending pain would not let him forget the night before. He wanted to throw up, but there was nothing in his stomach. He had emptied it completely last night, when he got back to his chambers. He had not been able to stop heaving until there was nothing left but mucus. Nothing had disgusted him this much in a long time.

He sat down at a spot at the side of the lake to drown himself in self-loathing thoughts. He knew he would have to do it, and he was beyond disgusted.

Draco did not know how long he had been sitting there when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He had not noticed anyone approach, which was a very bad sign. He cursed himself for not paying attention. Constant vigilance was one of Draco’s methods for not getting caught for anything, especially showing emotions.

Draco knew it was Harry fucking Potter standing behind him. Every time he was around the air trembled with the amount of hate surrounding him. Right now, he was very glad he was facing the lake, or Harry would have seen the way he looked, probably mental.

“I didn’t see you in Potions today.” Draco did not answer. He was not being intentionally rude – what should he say? Harry did not see him because he did not attend.

“I never thought you’d miss an opportunity to be the teacher’s pet.” He had hit a nerve, but perhaps not in the way he had expected. Draco shuddered as the memory surfaced of him on a leash, tied up, and fucked (doggy-style of course). He quickly hid his emotions and answered Harry coldly.

“What the fuck do you care?”

“I just find it hard to believe that you would willingly miss the only class you can get higher grades in than me. Not that you’re better than me. We both know the only reason for your grades is that you’re kissing Snape’s ass until your lips go numb.” Draco almost laughed at how close Harry got to the truth. Almost. Suppressing the need to vomit took too much effort.

“Go away, Potter.” Draco did not have the will or the energy it took to argue with Harry.

“Oh, dear, sounds like that cut close to the bone.” Draco did not answer and eventually Harry walked away, sure he had won that one. Draco was just glad he had gone: the pain made it difficult to breathe normally. He wanted to cry, from both the pain and the hopelessness. There was no way out of this. No good one at least. He looked at the dark lake longingly for a while, desperately wishing he was a part of it. But then he turned to the castle. ‘No,’ he thought. ‘I will not surrender. I will get through this.’


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When he got to Snape’s chambers, the Potion’s master was not there, so he had to sit and wait. The pain made time move much slower than usual. Draco thought he was about to faint when he finally saw Snape at the end of the hallway. After quickly having checked that they were alone he knelt, gazed at the ground, and awaited his tormentor. Snape stopped in front of him.

“Hello, pet.”

“Master, may I come in with you?” Snape did not answer, which meant yes. If he had kicked him it would have meant no. Draco followed him on all fours. Snape sat down and said, “Yes?”, which meant he had permission to speak.


Draco crept forward and kissed his master’s shoes.

“I’m sorry, master. I know that I was a very bad boy, and I deserved to be punished. Thank you for teaching me my place. I’ll try never to misbehave again.” He kissed the shoes one more time, and then sat back to await his master’s judgement.

“Are you ready to do what I asked?” He took a deep breath. He could not cope with the pain anymore.

“Yes, sir.” Snape chuckled, and Draco hung his head, accepting his defeat.

“Then come with me.”