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A Conversation With the Professor
Short chapter but it explains the last a bit...
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~Chapter Sixteen: A Conversation With the Professor~
Draco stayed with Harry ‘til just before dinner. Leaving – with orders to the Dursleys to make sure they fed Harry and did NOT hurt him in any way – he briefly stopped home and had dinner with his mother, careful not to let slip what he had been up to. Then he took his leave of his mother, telling her that he desperately needed to see his godfather.
Narcissa understood and consented without so much as a second thought. Draco and Severus Snape were closer than most people knew. From the time that Draco was born, the two had formed a bond of admiration and love. Draco often took the time to visit with Severus over his holiday break, so Narcissa thought nothing of it as her son ran off after dinner to meet with the Potions master and loyal Death Eater…
Draco Apparated to the small row house in the middle of a desolate street. He knocked quietly on the old door, intent on explaining his actions to his godfather. Moments later, the door opened a crack; one beady black eye looked out through the crevice. When he spotted Draco, Severus Snape smiled and stood back, opening the door wide in invitation.
“I thought I might see you tonight, brat,” Snape said softly. “You, Draco Malfoy, have much explaining to do.” He motioned Draco into the sitting room.
Draco grinned at the older man. “HA!” he exclaimed. “Shocked the pants off you this afternoon, I do believe!” Laughing, he entered the small home and after hugging his godfather briefly, Draco moved into the sitting room and sat down in his usual spot.
Severus pulled his chair closer to the fire, across from Draco. He observed the young man for a moment. Draco was smiling happily; in fact he looked happier than Snape could remember Draco being in a very long time. Not since before the Dark Lord had returned to his corporeal body had he seen his godson so happy and seemingly content.
“Explain,” Snape said simply.
Draco smirked at the older man, a genuine Malfoy smirk. “Where would you like me to start, Severus?”
“The beginning, boy!” Snape snapped.
“Ah, the letter…” Draco was bursting with glee, sensing his godfather’s irritation. “It’s true you know, what I wrote to you. I went to Privet Drive intent on ruining Harry, revenge for Father,” he began, “but, Gods, we were so wrong about the boy.” Draco sighed and levelled his godfather with a steady, honest gaze. “Harry Potter is NOT a spoiled, indulged boy. They beat him. They starve him. I saw it, Severus. I will swear to you now, I saw that fat bastard beating Harry.” Draco shook his head, tears welling in his eyes as he thought about that first night.
“When I first saw Harry, he was doing manual fucking labour.” Draco grimaced at the thought. “His back was covered in lash marks, as bad as any the Dark Lord would have given in punishment.” Draco got up from his chair and began to pace. “He was starving and… and that bitch of an aunt wouldn’t even give him a glass of water.” Draco paused and looked directly into his godfather’s eyes. “He was so dehydrated, Sev, that…” Draco swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat, “that he passed out.” The younger man shook with rage. “That bitch called him a freak and… and then… then that fat bastard came home and…” Draco took a deep breath. “I know – I know I am… supposed to be… or more to the point… it is expected of me, to be indifferent.” Draco paused as he ran his hands through his hair nervously. Snape kept his face impassive, seemingly uncaring. “That bastard made Harry lay on his back, and then he beat him with his belt, Sev.” Draco looked up at the older wizard, sadness and fear in his eyes. “He made Harry watch the strap hit him.” Draco shuddered. “I… I… couldn’t stand there and…. I couldn’t stand there and do NOTHING!” Draco shouted the last word, tears in his eyes.
Snape rose from his chair. He moved toward his godson. “That does not explain what I witnessed this afternoon, Draco,” he said calmly, guiding the young man to the chair opposite his. “You were… shall we say, more than friendly with Potter.”
Draco grimaced again. “I know. I know.” Draco glanced back up at his godfather. “I cannot possibly explain it. Something is just different. Harry’s just... well… let’s just say, he’s grown on me.” Draco rubbed his eyes with his hands. “I like him, he’s…” Draco contemplated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I know this will frost your nuts, Sev, but I really like him. He’s adorable, and fuck, he kisses like a God!”
Snape paled, looking as if he would vomit. “Draco Malfoy, that is more information than I wanted,” he declared. “Now, please explain to me, how can you possibly go from despising the boy three days ago, to snogging the child senseless?” Snape glared at Draco. “Do you know his aunt saw you, she dropped her tea tray and ran for her life – what will happen to that boy tonight?”
“They will not touch Harry!” Draco snarled. Snape raised his eyebrow in a very Snape-like manner.
“How can you be sure, Draco?”
Draco shifted nervously before answering. “I told the fat-man I’d make him wish he were dead if he touched Harry.” Draco’s eyes darted from his lap to Snape.
“YOU – YOU IDIOT BOY,” Snape shouted. “YOU THREATENED THEM!”
“Now, now, Severus, what would you have had me do?”
“THINK!”
“THINK? Good Gods, Severus, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?” Draco yelled back. “DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING, GODFATHER; I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WOULD HAVE DONE!” Draco rose from his chair and knelt in front of the older man, holding his hand in his own. “I know you, Severus Snape; you would have done the same – not the kissing,” Draco said, blushing, “but you would have helped Harry too. I know you. You can pretend that you are a cold hearted bastard, Uncle, but I know better.” Draco winked at the older, wiser man before him. “You would have done the same.”
Snape’s face reddened slightly. “Yes, fine… alright, the nasty Potions Professor has a soft spot,” he said reluctantly. “But you, Draco Malfoy, are playing a dangerous game. The Dark Lord has plans.” Draco looked frightened for a moment as Severus continued. “I don’t know, child.” Snape pulled his hands from Draco’s to grasp either side of the boy’s face. “I don’t know what his plans are yet, but I do know that he is planning something, and any emotional ties to the Potter boy are dangerous.”
“I know,” Draco sighed heavily, “I know. I can’t help it though, Severus. I really like Harry…” His eyes drifted dreamily.
“DRACO MALFOY, SNAP THE BLAZES OUT OF IT!” Snape shouted, “This is Harry-Bloody-Fucking-Potter and if the Dark Lord detects any association, it could spell disaster for you and your family!”
“I know that, you don’t need to remind me.” Draco grabbed his uncle’s shoulders. “BUT do NOT ask me to abandon him now! I cannot, and I will not.” Draco got up and moved toward the door. “Please, uncle, understand, what has started cannot be undone. I promised Harry I would be there until Dumbledore came; after that I don’t know….”
Severus got up and reached for the boy, turning him to face him. “Be careful, Draco. Move slowly. I don’t know what will happen and I don’t want to lose you to the Dark Lord,” Severus said firmly as he hugged the young boy to his chest.
“I’ll be careful, Uncle.” Draco kissed the older man’s cheek. “I promise.” Then he pulled away and left the small house.
“The Gods bless you and keep you safe, Draco,” Snape said quietly to the closing door.
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~Chapter Sixteen: A Conversation With the Professor~
Draco stayed with Harry ‘til just before dinner. Leaving – with orders to the Dursleys to make sure they fed Harry and did NOT hurt him in any way – he briefly stopped home and had dinner with his mother, careful not to let slip what he had been up to. Then he took his leave of his mother, telling her that he desperately needed to see his godfather.
Narcissa understood and consented without so much as a second thought. Draco and Severus Snape were closer than most people knew. From the time that Draco was born, the two had formed a bond of admiration and love. Draco often took the time to visit with Severus over his holiday break, so Narcissa thought nothing of it as her son ran off after dinner to meet with the Potions master and loyal Death Eater…
Draco Apparated to the small row house in the middle of a desolate street. He knocked quietly on the old door, intent on explaining his actions to his godfather. Moments later, the door opened a crack; one beady black eye looked out through the crevice. When he spotted Draco, Severus Snape smiled and stood back, opening the door wide in invitation.
“I thought I might see you tonight, brat,” Snape said softly. “You, Draco Malfoy, have much explaining to do.” He motioned Draco into the sitting room.
Draco grinned at the older man. “HA!” he exclaimed. “Shocked the pants off you this afternoon, I do believe!” Laughing, he entered the small home and after hugging his godfather briefly, Draco moved into the sitting room and sat down in his usual spot.
Severus pulled his chair closer to the fire, across from Draco. He observed the young man for a moment. Draco was smiling happily; in fact he looked happier than Snape could remember Draco being in a very long time. Not since before the Dark Lord had returned to his corporeal body had he seen his godson so happy and seemingly content.
“Explain,” Snape said simply.
Draco smirked at the older man, a genuine Malfoy smirk. “Where would you like me to start, Severus?”
“The beginning, boy!” Snape snapped.
“Ah, the letter…” Draco was bursting with glee, sensing his godfather’s irritation. “It’s true you know, what I wrote to you. I went to Privet Drive intent on ruining Harry, revenge for Father,” he began, “but, Gods, we were so wrong about the boy.” Draco sighed and levelled his godfather with a steady, honest gaze. “Harry Potter is NOT a spoiled, indulged boy. They beat him. They starve him. I saw it, Severus. I will swear to you now, I saw that fat bastard beating Harry.” Draco shook his head, tears welling in his eyes as he thought about that first night.
“When I first saw Harry, he was doing manual fucking labour.” Draco grimaced at the thought. “His back was covered in lash marks, as bad as any the Dark Lord would have given in punishment.” Draco got up from his chair and began to pace. “He was starving and… and that bitch of an aunt wouldn’t even give him a glass of water.” Draco paused and looked directly into his godfather’s eyes. “He was so dehydrated, Sev, that…” Draco swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat, “that he passed out.” The younger man shook with rage. “That bitch called him a freak and… and then… then that fat bastard came home and…” Draco took a deep breath. “I know – I know I am… supposed to be… or more to the point… it is expected of me, to be indifferent.” Draco paused as he ran his hands through his hair nervously. Snape kept his face impassive, seemingly uncaring. “That bastard made Harry lay on his back, and then he beat him with his belt, Sev.” Draco looked up at the older wizard, sadness and fear in his eyes. “He made Harry watch the strap hit him.” Draco shuddered. “I… I… couldn’t stand there and…. I couldn’t stand there and do NOTHING!” Draco shouted the last word, tears in his eyes.
Snape rose from his chair. He moved toward his godson. “That does not explain what I witnessed this afternoon, Draco,” he said calmly, guiding the young man to the chair opposite his. “You were… shall we say, more than friendly with Potter.”
Draco grimaced again. “I know. I know.” Draco glanced back up at his godfather. “I cannot possibly explain it. Something is just different. Harry’s just... well… let’s just say, he’s grown on me.” Draco rubbed his eyes with his hands. “I like him, he’s…” Draco contemplated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I know this will frost your nuts, Sev, but I really like him. He’s adorable, and fuck, he kisses like a God!”
Snape paled, looking as if he would vomit. “Draco Malfoy, that is more information than I wanted,” he declared. “Now, please explain to me, how can you possibly go from despising the boy three days ago, to snogging the child senseless?” Snape glared at Draco. “Do you know his aunt saw you, she dropped her tea tray and ran for her life – what will happen to that boy tonight?”
“They will not touch Harry!” Draco snarled. Snape raised his eyebrow in a very Snape-like manner.
“How can you be sure, Draco?”
Draco shifted nervously before answering. “I told the fat-man I’d make him wish he were dead if he touched Harry.” Draco’s eyes darted from his lap to Snape.
“YOU – YOU IDIOT BOY,” Snape shouted. “YOU THREATENED THEM!”
“Now, now, Severus, what would you have had me do?”
“THINK!”
“THINK? Good Gods, Severus, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?” Draco yelled back. “DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING, GODFATHER; I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WOULD HAVE DONE!” Draco rose from his chair and knelt in front of the older man, holding his hand in his own. “I know you, Severus Snape; you would have done the same – not the kissing,” Draco said, blushing, “but you would have helped Harry too. I know you. You can pretend that you are a cold hearted bastard, Uncle, but I know better.” Draco winked at the older, wiser man before him. “You would have done the same.”
Snape’s face reddened slightly. “Yes, fine… alright, the nasty Potions Professor has a soft spot,” he said reluctantly. “But you, Draco Malfoy, are playing a dangerous game. The Dark Lord has plans.” Draco looked frightened for a moment as Severus continued. “I don’t know, child.” Snape pulled his hands from Draco’s to grasp either side of the boy’s face. “I don’t know what his plans are yet, but I do know that he is planning something, and any emotional ties to the Potter boy are dangerous.”
“I know,” Draco sighed heavily, “I know. I can’t help it though, Severus. I really like Harry…” His eyes drifted dreamily.
“DRACO MALFOY, SNAP THE BLAZES OUT OF IT!” Snape shouted, “This is Harry-Bloody-Fucking-Potter and if the Dark Lord detects any association, it could spell disaster for you and your family!”
“I know that, you don’t need to remind me.” Draco grabbed his uncle’s shoulders. “BUT do NOT ask me to abandon him now! I cannot, and I will not.” Draco got up and moved toward the door. “Please, uncle, understand, what has started cannot be undone. I promised Harry I would be there until Dumbledore came; after that I don’t know….”
Severus got up and reached for the boy, turning him to face him. “Be careful, Draco. Move slowly. I don’t know what will happen and I don’t want to lose you to the Dark Lord,” Severus said firmly as he hugged the young boy to his chest.
“I’ll be careful, Uncle.” Draco kissed the older man’s cheek. “I promise.” Then he pulled away and left the small house.
“The Gods bless you and keep you safe, Draco,” Snape said quietly to the closing door.