A Twisted Web We Weave

CHAPTER 15

Severus stood quietly staring at the wall, seemingly oblivious to the boy kneeling at his feet the man’s cock lodged deep in the back of the boy’s throat. Almost unconsciously he stroked his hand through the blonde locks of the boy’s hair, feeling the smooth slide of the silky hair through his fingers as the boy sucked lavishly on his engorged member.

He was irritated. Not a good combination when accompanied by pleasure.

His elder brother Julius had really pissed him off. The wizard was completely intolerable and every smart arsed comment made by his brother only enraged Severus’ ire more. Just thinking about his brother made Severus tighten his fingers into a fist in the boy’s hair, pulling unnecessarily hard as he twisted them cruelly in the blonde mop. There was a mutter and a small sound of distress from the boy at his feet but Snape ignored it as he continued to fist the boy’s hair, forcing him to take his cock harder and faster.

Julius was a bastard. He’d fucked with Severus life time and time again; flaunting his successes in his little brothers face like trophies in a showcase. It had been an absolute godsend when his brother had dropped out of wizarding social circles after he left school. Severus still wasn’t sure why he’d left but hell he hadn’t complained when the true bane of his life had buggered off. Being left alone in the house with his abusive father, and a wayward mother was a small price to pay for the freedom of not living in his elder brothers shadow.

His brother at school had been everything Severus hadn’t been. Julius had been popular, not only with his peers but with the professors as well. He’d been attractive, and athletic. He’d been socially successful in all his extra classes, his book smarts and good grades not affecting his ability to find friends. He was their father’s favorite too. Every summer he’d put up with hearing sickening recounts of Julius’ success, of Julius’s girlfriends and of what great things Julius could do for the family. It had always been the same. At dinner they’d discuss Julius like he was a god, Severus existence not even acknowledged then at night when his elder brother was out in town with his friends or on a date, Severus would be forced to lie still in his bed while his father beat the living shit out of him, reminding him again and again why Julius was superior to him in everyway.

Severus eyes narrowed angrily at the wall as he remembered the pain, the humiliation the total and utter desire to slit his brothers throat while he slept.

Severus was so caught up in his memories that he hardly noticed that the blonde boy at his feet was choking, the hands that had been fondling him were now pushing uselessly at his stomach and legs to try and get a breath of air.

If that hadn’t been enough the second last year at school he’d suffered the ultimate humiliation. He’d been there in the library after curfew reading books he wasn’t permitted to take out because his library card was already full. There on the desk by the restricted section he’d seen them rooting like animals. The one person he’d found remotely attractive in the entire school and his brother together entwined on the table. Even now 25 years after the event he could see the scene like it was yesterday. Those long Quidditch toned legs, wrapped tightly about his brother’s waist. The mop of brown hair cascading over his brother’s shoulder as they’d kissed. The breathless moans of desire as his brother had thrust into him like a cheap whore. And those eyes behind the thinnest of glass that had fallen shut in ecstasy as his brothers had locked with Severus’s across the room.

The smile.

That arrogant, smug, evil, treacherous, fake little grin his brother always used when insulting him, treating him like he was still 12 years old. That smile spoke volumes and it made Severus seethe with fury every time he was unlucky enough to be privy to it.
Snape’s anger seemed to peek at the very moment that a set of extremely sharp teeth bit down hard on his erection. Howling in pain like a wounded animal Severus drew his hands from the boy’s head now realizing what he’d done. Quick as lightning he drew back his hand and with a sickening slap brought his palm down onto the boy’s cheek, sending him sprawling onto the stone with an audible whack.

“Fucking hell!” Snape groaned as he propped himself up against the bed post, his hand instantly coming down to cup his injured penis which despite the teeth marks and the slight trickle of blood still pulsed out it’s load into his waiting hand. Breathing heavily, both in pain and a raging anger Severus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

Julius was seriously pissing Snape off, and they’d only been back in the same company three months. Not only had he stolen from him the one thing Snape had ever wanted for himself, he was now trying to get his slimy, robbing fingers on ‘his’ Potter again, and like before he was doing it right in front of his little brothers face, rubbing his nose in it the entire time.

“Piece of shit!” Snape roared as he opened his eyes, blinking away the stray tear of pain, which the boy had managed to drag from him with his teeth. With his hand still cupped around his now limp cock Snape glanced down to the floor beside his bed.

Draco was curled up and shaking, his hands clutched over his face protectively. Snape didn’t miss the trail of blood that leaked from the boy’s arse down over the backs of his thighs and calf muscles, nor did he miss the whimpering sound the boy made. As he looked down at the mess of the boy he’d just created inwardly he swore to himself. This was exactly why he didn’t want to be a mentor, and it was exactly the reason why he’d never, ever taken a lover…

With the pain in his own privates subsiding Severus grabbed for his dressing gown and pulled it around him before grabbing two vials of potion from the cabinet in his bathroom and returning to Draco’s side. The blonde boy shied away from Snape’s touch attempting if possible to curl inward on himself further.

“Draco, look at me.” Gently Snape took hold of Draco’s chin drawing the boy’s face up to his so that fearful blue eyes met his own cold black ones. “Do you understand now why you made the wrong choice?” Slowly Draco nodded and Severus sighed quietly as he drew the shaking boy into his arms. Sure it wasn’t ideal and it had been cruel to put the boy through it, but in the end it would be the only way Snape could show Draco his point. “Good then it’s time we discussed what you want out of life, not what your father wants.” Draco sniffled tears against Snape’s chest and the elder of the two wizards sighed again before passing Draco both vials of potion. “Drink these and we’ll get you cleaned up. Then we’ll talk.”

After some quiet reassurance and after the pain potion and sedative had set in, Severus sent Draco into the bathroom to wash up and get dressed. While the boy was in the bathroom Severus wandered quietly out of his private rooms into his office where he knew there was an open bottle of brandy and a clean glass just waiting for him.

He had a headache.

Pinching the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt at stopping the throbbing Snape poured himself a glass of brandy before downing the entire thing in one go. Successively Snape poured himself three glasses of the amber liquid before wisely nursing his fourth as he turned around to look at his dimly lit office.

It was then that he noticed the box on his table. Intrigued by the brightly wrapped package Severus moved over and glanced at the gift tag.

‘To Sev,
What was once yours is now mine
Goodbye Brother.’

Frowning in confusion Severus tried to decipher the message but before he could, something else caught his attention. A potions diary, sat haphazardly on the edge of his desk its corners torn, scorched and dusty as if it had been thrown through walls. Glancing behind him Severus instantly saw the book shaped hole in his door where the diary had entered and he quickly picked up the potions diary and opened to the first page.

‘The diary of Potter the insane. Should anyone ever be reading this, then it is highly likely I’m already dead.’ The words made Severus’s blood run cold. Hastily he began thumbing through the pages of the book, glancing at random sentences and paragraphs. The book was extensively written in and without the time to read it in it’s entirety Snape made to read just enough to get the idea of what the boy was going on about. Snape’s heart raced in his chest as he read page after page of Harry’s suspicions about Julius trying to kill him. Everything from the potions accident at the start of term to the Quidditch match incident was all noted in clear consistent detail. In the next room Severus heard Draco coming out of the bathroom but ignored the boy who wandered into his office half naked as he read the last entry.

Scrawled in obvious haste were 7 words.

‘It’s not me. It’s you. SS. Juli…’

Snape read the line over and over again noting that the ink seemed to still be fresh and had left an imprint on the opposite page where it hadn’t been blotted.

“What are you doing?” Draco whispered nervously drawing Snape’s attention up from the scrawl of Potters diary.

“Do you know anything about this?” His heart now in his throat Snape forced the diary into Draco’s bruised face. Draco took a moment to flick through the pages before glancing up cautiously at Snape.

“Yeah but I didn’t know he’d written it all down. Where did you find it?” Draco whispered as he watched a strange expression pass over Snape’s face.

“It doesn’t matter, just tell me what it is it about?” Draco handed Snape back the diary before shrugging his shoulders.

“Personally I think he’s getting a little paranoid but he reckons someone’s out to kill him. Or specifically that our defense professor has got something to do with it. I mean I thought that too but it didn’t add up when we tried to explain why.”

“And this, do you know what this means?” Snape pointed to the last untidy entry in the diary watching as Draco shrugged.

“No, sorry. But aren’t those your initials and it looks like he was trying to write Julius there.” Draco pointed to the words on the page and Snape nodded as he reread the page. He re read it four more times each time his mind running quietly through all the possibilities.

“It’s not me, it’s you.” Snape read it out loud, as he began pacing the room trying to decipher the message. “Not me but you. Me being Harry, You being…”Snape paused and frowned as he read the passage again to himself.

“You being you. Severus Snape. SS.” Draco supplied quietly as he watched his potion professor pace.

“Me. Me. Me. This diary is all about Julius trying to kill Potter, but this message implies that it’s not Potter but Me…” Snape froze immediately his eyes falling on the package sitting on the table from his brother. “Draco RUN!” As if in a dream Severus grabbed hold of Draco’s arm and began running. Slamming through the doors of his office and the classroom beyond Severus was running like he’d never run before. All the while he was screaming at any student he came across telling them to run to the great hall, all of them obediently following there screaming professor’s instructions. Luckily most were at dinner in the great hall already, which in way was their saving grace. Behind him he could just hear the first explosion the sound so deafening Draco faltered in front of him. Grabbing the stumbling boy around the waist and another fourth year Slytherin who was trailing behind, Severus continued to run up the stairs and corridors, not daring to look back as he felt the first wave of heat scorch his back. The stone of the floor shook beneath his feet but Severus continued, his heart like a brick in his chest and with the heat of the explosion licking at his feet Severus followed the last of the students into the great hall, falling flat on top of Draco and the other boy like a shield as the heat and rubble exploded around them, the doors to the great hall trembling with the force. Dimly Severus heard Albus’ commanding voice and the protection charm he erected around the majority of the student body encompassed in the great hall. The ground shook beneath him and Severus closed his eyes and whispered Albus’ name over and over again as he felt the crushing weight of rubble and debris fall on top of him and Draco, finally robbing him of consciousness.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A/N And so it begins......*bangs head against wall* I\'ve got to get out more. Thanks for all the reviews I thought you\'d be pleased the story is back...