Some Dangerous Liaisons

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warning: violence and non-con sex scene (sort of)


Sweat, Blood and a Tear

Once the trio returned to Severus’ quarters at Hogwarts, Draco informed them as best he could what Tiberius had told him. He didn’t exactly understand what an ‘exorcism’ was, but apparently that was what Tiberius had endured. Severus snorted in disdain.

“Well, they had to do that four hundred years ago, Draco. We have certainly evolved beyond that Muggle peasantry. There is only one way to remove the demon from Potter.” He didn’t look happy when he said it.

Remus looked grim. He recalled when his own family had attempted different ways to try to rid him of the lycanthrope curse. He had been subjected to all kinds of potions, spells and rituals. None of them worked and it had taken its toll on his body and spirit. He remembered the witch his father had found to perform a dark magic ritual on him. She was deeply immersed in the dark arts. After she had explained what would happen during the ritual, his mother had adamantly refused to subject him to it. It had sounded horrible.

He looked at Severus warily. “Are you are talking about doing the Dispellere Exorkizein?”

Severus faced Remus. “Do you know of another way? I would love to hear it.”

Remus frowned. “You know how to perform it? That is extremely dark magic. I didn’t think you knew that much. How do you know of it?”

Severus’ mouth tightened into a thin line. “Let’s just say I’ve seen it done once. It was not pleasant. The man didn’t survive.”

Draco had been sitting on Severus’ sofa, listening to the conversation between the two men. He sat up when Severus said that.

“What do you mean he didn’t survive?”

Severus huffed in annoyance. “It means he died, Draco.”

“I know what it means, Severus! I meant, why didn’t he survive?” Draco snarled.

“The ritual, the spells cast and the potions involved are all highly toxic. The person in question suffers immeasurably. It’s sometimes easier to leave the person possessed. Potter will suffer greatly.”

Draco looked uneasy. “It’s possible it will kill him?”

“It most likely will. If he somehow manages to survive it, it will be successful removal. The demon will be gone.”

“Then you have to find some other way to do it!” Draco shouted. “How can you even suggest doing this if there’s little possibility that he’ll survive?”

“Well, what do you suggest, Draco? Talk it out of him?” Severus said sarcastically. “This is the only way to successfully remove a dark creature like a demon. We don’t have any other options.”

Draco turned to Remus. “I know Severus is supposed to be trying to help, but are you sure there’s no other way?”

Severus glared at him. “Do you doubt my word, Draco?”

Remus sighed and touched Draco’s shoulder. “Unfortunately, Severus is right. This ritual is our best chance for complete success. It’s not done very often because of how dangerous it is. I wish to God there was another way to do it.” He looked down into Draco’s silver eyes. “We’ll do everything we can to help Harry through it. We need to get started as soon as possible. We need that werewolf.”

“Yes, that is a major point. He is the original source of the infection that drew the demon in the first place. I need his blood for the ritual. How did you and Potter get your supply?” Severus asked testily, still annoyed with Draco.

“He got them. He sent away for them by owl. But towards the end, he said that he couldn’t use the owls anymore because they were afraid of him. I got a supply once though. I went through Millicent and she got them for me.”

“Well, it would seem that a trip to Miss Bulstrode’s residence is in order.” Severus decided.

Draco spoke up. “Well, before we do that, what if Harry goes back to the Manor? Mother’s there and he might try to hurt her. He wants the book. How did he get through the wards? And how does he disappear like that?”

Severus answered. “He used the house elf’s magic. House elves can Apparate through just about anything when they are summoned by their masters. He most likely channeled the magic.”

“So Kreacher wasn’t dead?”

“I’m not sure. It wouldn’t be outside the realm of impossibility that Potter may have revived the corpse long enough to use it for his own purpose.”

Remus blanched. “An Inferius? Oh my god! Harry’s reviving the dead? He could command any number of things if he did that. And if he’s using Kreacher’s magic, he could get in anywhere.” This thought terrified Remus. “We have to find him as soon as possible. If anyone from the Ministry finds out about this…” He paced the room, rubbing his temples absently.

Severus asked, “Where is the book, Draco?”

“I transfigured it into a vase and left it in the gallery with Tiberius.”

Severus nodded. “Then you’ll have to go back and get it. Potter will sense the book is no longer at the Manor and probably won’t return there. The demon is connected to the book so it can sense the signature from it. We’ll keep it here for the time being.”

Draco nodded and headed towards the floo. Once he was stepped through, Remus whirled on Severus.

“You could at least have spared him the knowledge that Harry may not survive the ritual, Severus. Don’t you think he’s gone through enough without hearing all of that?”

“I don’t believe in coddling, Lupin. Draco needs to hear the truth about this. We both know that Potter probably won’t survive this. Why get Draco’s hopes up about it? Potter has been marked for death since he was a baby. This is no different.”

“He loves him, Severus. You have to give him something to hold onto.” Remus exhaled deeply. “I’m going to tell the others. They have a right to know what’s going on, especially if Harry dies.”

“NO! I don’t need a bunch of whining, crying Gryffindors hovering around while I’m trying to work, Lupin!”

“Severus, they can help. Harry is going to need all the positive magic that can be found. You know that. And you know that those kids have a loyalty to Harry that is beyond unnatural for their age. Let them help.”

“Although you find the company of those Gryffindors preferable, I do not. When it’s time for the ritual, they will be allowed to know. I would prefer it if Miss Granger never knew about this at all. It would relieve me of having to hear her un-asked for opinion.”

Remus shrugged. Now wasn’t the time to get into a debate about Hermione’s cleverness. He knew that Severus admired the girl, even if he would never admit it.

The roar of the floo and Draco’s return brought much relief to both men. Draco handed the vase to Severus. The potions master looked at it and turned it over in his hands. He pulled his wand and changed it back into the tome.

“I need to see something. I won’t keep it open long. The signature is stronger when it’s opened.” He flipped through the pages and then looked at Draco. “He used the spell that was in this book?”

Draco nodded and then explained what happened in the dungeons. Severus rubbed his temples.

“Well, the sooner we can get to Potter and do this the better off he’ll be. The demon has not taken a complete hold yet, so it won’t be as difficult to banish it back. Potter will have better odds of surviving.” He looked at Remus. The werewolf nodded in thanks.

Severus transfigured the book into a small key and chain. He put it around his neck, but Draco reached out for it.

“I should carry it, Severus. It’s partly my fault that he’s in this mess. I won’t let anything happen to it.”

“No, Draco. I’ll carry it; I’ll need it later anyway. Now is not the time to whine about what’s already been done. We can deal with the consequences later.” That was the best Severus could do for a pep talk.

“Well, let’s go then. We need to get to Millicent’s house.”

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The Bulstrodes were a minor pureblood family. They were not open supporters of Voldemort, but they weren’t Muggle lovers either. Jarvis Bulstrode worked for the Ministry.

Severus turned towards Remus. “Perhaps you should wait here, Lupin. I’m not sure how much information I’ll get from Millicent if you’re present.”

Remus nodded. “I understand.” He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wand. “It’s cold out here, I’m going to warm myself up.” He shrugged.

Severus nodded curtly and headed to the house; Draco followed close behind. They rang the bell and waited. The door opened and a heavy set brunette looking very much like an older version of Millicent gazed at them. She had a wine glass in her hand.

“Professor Snape? What a surprise! What brings you here?” Elsa Bulstrode pulled the door open wider. “Happy Christmas!” She focused her attention on Draco. “Draco? Well I am truly surprised. Please come in.”

Both men stepped into the foyer. Severus spoke first. “Elsa, please excuse the intrusion, but I must speak with Millicent for a moment. Is she here?”

“Yes, she’s in her room. Is something wrong, Professor?” She looked worried. “Has Millicent done something wrong?”

“No, no of course not. I just need some information regarding a House matter. It’s urgent school business.”

“Oh, thank goodness. I thought she was in trouble or something.” She clutched her heavy bosom. “Would you like a drink or anything? How is your mother, Draco?”

“Mother’s doing fine, Mrs. Bulstrode.” He said politely.

“Well, let me go tell Milli you’re here.” She left the foyer. A few moments later she called down from the balcony. “Come on up.”

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Remus watched as Severus and Draco entered the house. The Warming Charm he had cast was comfortable. He looked up and down the tree lined street, admiring the neighborhood. He had always wanted to live in a place like this, but it had been so difficult with the anti-werewolf legislation. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone Apparating. He turned around quickly.

Neville had just appeared on the sidewalk. The stocky boy opened his mouth in surprise to see Remus.

“Professor Lupin? What are you doing here?” The boy was laden with presents. He lumbered over to the man. “Is there trouble?” He stopped short and several of the packages fell to the ground.

Remus bent to help pick them up. “No Neville, there’s no trouble. Not with Millicent anyway,” he added in an undertone.

“Why are you standing outside?”

Remus sighed. He may as well tell Neville who was inside, seeing that he would find out anyway. “Professor Snape and Draco are inside. I’m waiting for them.”

Neville looked towards the house. “Does this have to do with Harry and Draco?” He asked quietly.

Remus looked startled. “What about them, Neville?”

“Well, Milli and I figured something was going on between them. We saw them a few months ago getting drunk in Hogsmeade and they left together. The next day, Ginny said she saw a blonde leave Harry’s room. He denied it, but I sort of knew he was lying. Besides, I’m his suite mate and we share a bathroom. I’ve gone in there and I’ve smelled cologne that I know Harry doesn’t wear. So I knew he was seeing a bloke. He’s been really secretive this year and he disappears a lot. Milli told me the same thing about Draco.”

“Have you noticed anything else?”

“I don’t want to get Harry in trouble! But he’s been really acting weird. I’m kind of scared of him. I think he may be using drugs or something.” Neville ran a trembling hand through his hair. “He can do wandless magic and it’s really powerful. He knocked me into a wall one time. Then there was a time at the pub when he did the Body Bind Hex on like ten people all at once. That was the night we fought the Slytherins.” Neville bit his lip.

Remus laughed in spite of himself. “I see there have been a lot of things going on this year that I have certainly missed. A brawl with the Slytherins, eh? Sirius and James would have loved that.” His brow furrowed. “But the wandless magic thing sounds dangerous. Why didn’t you say something about this Neville? He hurt you. If you thought he was using drugs, you definitely should have said something!”

“It was an accident, Professor! I startled him. Harry would never hurt anybody on purpose! And I couldn’t tell on him; he’s my friend! The drug thing was just a guess. I didn’t have any proof.” Neville looked miserable.

“Would that have anything to do with the fact that your girlfriend’s brother is a drug dealer?”

“Professor Lupin, it’s my fault! Don’t blame Milli for this! She told me that Draco came to her desperate, but she didn’t want to help him with that. She hates the fact her brother does that! But I talked her into helping him because I thought he was doing it for Harry! Harry was so moody and angry during that time, and I thought that maybe he ran out of drugs or something, and that he had sent Draco to ask for him. I didn’t want to do it, but Harry seemed so miserable. I know it was wrong! But he seemed so much better that last week of school. I shouldn’t have helped him like that. I made it worse, didn’t I?”

Remus saw how distraught the boy was. He couldn’t stay angry with Neville. He was such a sensitive boy and he did think he was helping, in a completely teenager stupid way.

“Neville, it’s ok. Milli won’t get into trouble as long as she helps us with what we need.”

Neville breathed an audible sigh of relief. Then he frowned again. “Is Harry ok? I mean, has something happened?”

“Neville, Harry isn’t well, but don’t blame yourself for that!” He added quickly, sensing Neville’s growing guilt. “We are going to handle the situation, so don’t worry. Harry will be fine. He just needs some medical attention.” He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Harry has been through a lot this past term, and he’s going to need the support of his friends once this is over. But can you keep it quiet about the drug thing for now? I know that Ron and Hermione would worry.”

“Of course, Professor. I understand. But can I at least let them know that Harry has been sick? It will at least explain some of his behavior this year.”

“Well, I don’t know. That may raise more questions then it answers. You know how Hermione is.” He smiled at the thought. Hermione had been the first to figure out that he was a werewolf. She was too smart for her own good.

Neville laughed weakly. “You do have a point.”

The sound of the front door opening brought them out of their musings. Millicent stood in the door, her arms folded across her chest. Neville whispered a quick good-bye to Remus, and then hurried to the front walk. He mumbled greetings to both Draco and Severus and went to join Millicent at the door. Remus watched as he gave the girl a hug. He could tell that she was terribly upset.

Severus strode over to Remus. “Anything?”

Severus shook his head. “She didn’t have much to tell. She doesn’t know where Fadien lives or anything. He’s not exactly welcome at the family home anymore. She mentioned a place in Muggle London that he frequents sometimes. It’s some sort of tattoo shop. Draco has been there before.”

Remus looked surprised at this. “You’ve been to a Muggle shop before, Draco?”

Draco nodded. “It’s where I got my tattoo from. Harry went to the same place to get his done. It’s not really a Muggle shop, even though Muggles do go there. A witch owns the place. She may be able to tell us where Fadien is. She kind of fancied me when I went there. She remembered Harry and that he knows Fadien.”

Remus looked at his watch. “It’s Christmas Eve. Do you think this place would still be open?”

Draco nodded. “Oh yeah, tattoo shops say open. They’ll probably be having some kind of party. It seemed the kind of place.”

“Well, let’s go then.” He eyed Severus’ robes. “You may want to change out of that since we are going to London.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “To what?”

“Are you wearing any clothes under that, Severus?” Remus asked with a straight face.

Severus’ lips tightened into yet another grimace. “Yes.”

Remus tapped the outer robe with his wand. The black cloth changed into a leather jacket. Severus was wearing dark jeans under the robes.

Draco stared at him. “Oh my God, Severus! Are those jeans?? I didn’t think you owned any other clothes than robes. They’re practically hip huggers. Look at that ass!” He guffawed loudly. He clapped his hands over his mouth when Severus gave him a withering glare.

“One more word out of you about this, Mr. Malfoy, and I assure you that your potions NEWT grade will say Troll.” Severus’ face had taken on a rather rosy hue.

Draco struggled to remove the smirk from his face. He eyed Remus, hoping for some help. Remus was staring at Severus, clearly in shock. The sight of the tight jeans had rendered him dumbfounded. He was also still reeling from his announcement that he had watched Harry and Draco have sex in his classroom. He had yet to interrogate him about that little tidbit. He forced himself to look away.

Severus looked hard at Remus, daring the man to say anything. He was noticeably uncomfortable with his colleague’s visual assessment of his pants. For some reason, he wondered what Remus’ exact thoughts were. What the hell? Why did he care about what Remus thought? Severus pushed away that unwelcome feeling.

“Are we ready?” Remus asked, not sure what the feeling that seeing Severus in jeans had provoked in him.

“Yes. I’ll do a Side-Along with you, Lupin. Draco already knows the location and he gave me a good idea of where it is. It’ll be faster this way. It would be a shame if you were to get lost.”

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Neville entered the house and followed Millicent upstairs to her bedroom. Pansy was sitting on Millicent’s bed.

“Oh, hey Pansy.” Neville said, taking notice of the girl’s distraught expression.

Pansy glared hard at Neville. “Can you give us a minute, Neville?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go say hello to your mum, Milli.” He left the room, pulling the door closed.

Millicent faced her best friend. “So I know you heard that whole thing.” Pansy had been in the bathroom when Severus and Draco had been in Millicent’s room. She had eavesdropped and then hid when they left.

“I can’t believe that Draco is using drugs!”

“Well, I don’t think he got it for himself. I think he got them for…someone else.” Millicent had not told the other girl her suspicions regarding Draco and Harry. It would devastate her.

“Who would Draco risk that for? That is so stupid! Draco wouldn’t do that for anyone outside of Slytherin and that person could have just asked you themselves. This doesn’t make any sense!”

Millicent shrugged, hoping that Pansy would just let it drop. “Boys are stupid, Pansy. Didn’t we always used to say that? Forget about it.”

Pansy couldn’t understand what would have possessed Draco to do such a stupid thing. And why would Professor Snape come all the way out here just to ask Millicent where the drugs came from. Draco could have done that himself. She frowned. Unless…

“Merlin!”

Millicent looked up. “What?”

“This! It explains this!” She hurriedly pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket. She waved it in the girl’s face.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a note I got from Ginny Weasley. She wants to talk to me.”

“Weasley sent you a note?”

“Yeah, saying she wanted to talk to me about a ‘mutual problem’. Weasley must know something!”

Millicent swallowed nervously. Anything involving the love struck Gryffindor couldn’t be a good thing and it most definitely involved Harry. She knew that she would have to comforting Pansy in the very near future.

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Remus, Severus and Draco Apparated to a dark alley Apparation point in Muggle London. They walked the two blocks to the tattoo shop. The streets were still fairly crowded with cars and people walking around doing their last minute holiday shopping. Draco stopped in front of a brightly lit store front and beckoned his two older companions into the shop.

Draco was right. It was full of people, mostly young adults like him. It was clear that most of them were probably about to leave for a night club. A pretty girl gave Draco an appreciative wink while her companion stood next to her, scowling. She had piercings in almost every orifice on her face. She frowned at Draco, then upon seeing Severus, licked her lips.

“Ohhhh…I like them dark and mysterious. Hey, you want to have some fun?” She sidled over towards him and placed her hand on his chest.

It took everything in Remus to not laugh out loud at the look on Severus’ face. He was staring down at the girl, seemingly transfixed by the piercings. She mistook his stare for one of interest. “You got a name? I’m Stacey.”

“Honey, he ain’t for you,” a female voice cut through to them. An even more attractive older black woman walked towards them.

“Celeste!” Draco cried out, genuine happiness in his voice. She gave Draco a big smile.

“Hi Blondie. Back so soon? I see you brought some friends.” She looked at Severus. “I can’t believe that I’m looking at Professor Snape. Never would have imagined you the type for a tattoo.” She laughed. “But seeing how you’re rocking those jeans…I could be wrong.”

The girl named Stacey looked offended. “A professor?? No way. He’s too hot to be some boring teacher.”

“Beat it, Stacey. Let the grown-ups talk.” Celeste said coolly. She eyed the girls with disdain as they walked off muttering. Stacey mouthed to Severus “Call me.” Severus’ mouth fell open in shock. Remus couldn’t hold it anymore. He laughed out right.

“Oh, Severus, you are the ladies man.” Draco snickered along with Remus.

Celeste chuckled along with them. Then she said, “You don’t remember me, do you Professor? I had you years ago for Potions. Gryffindor House rules, baby!”

Now it was Remus’ turn to grin like a loon. “Ah, I knew I liked you the moment I saw you.”

She pulled Remus’ arm to link with hers. “Oh yeah, we have got to swap stories.”

Severus coughed roughly. “We aren’t here to traipse down memory lane, Lupin. Can we get on with it?” He was still nettled by the appalling girl Stacey taking liberties with his chest. He was now feeling slightly annoyed that this woman was hanging all over Lupin. A former student no less! It had to have been early in his career, maybe even his first year of teaching.

Celeste pursed her lips and stared at Severus. “Yup, that’s the Professor Snape I remember. I was in 6th year when you came to Hogwarts. All that black hair is really sexy by the way. I’m glad that you still keep it long.” She winked at him as he goggled at her brashness.

“Close your mouth, Professor. I can tell that you all are not here on a social call. What can I do for you?” She still held onto Remus’ arm, who looked positively delighted that she had actually managed to silence Severus.

Draco moved forward hesitantly. “Ummm…I’m trying to get in touch with Fadien.”

Celeste looked at him for moment. “What do you want with him?”

“He has some information that can help us. We really need to find him.” Draco said.

She cocked her head. “Fadien never helps anyone but himself and that’s usually to your money. He’s nothing but trouble as far as I can say.”

The witch pursed her lips for a moment and then said, “He’ll be at The Mirage tonight. It’s a Muggle club, but a lot of wizards go there. It’s not that far from here on Farthing Road. There’s a lot of drugs and bad stuff that goes on there. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Remus spoke up. “Will his friend be with him? Ummm...Nicos?”

Celeste raised an eyebrow and glanced outside the window. From what Remus could guess, she was looking at the moon. “Yeah, he should be. They’re always together.”

“Thank you, Celeste.” Remus said. She nodded at him.

“I don’t like what he does. He’s messed up a lot of kids. I can only hope that your reason for wanting to find him is to put a stop to it.” She looked at Draco. “I was concerned when I saw him with Harry Potter last summer. I pray that nothing bad has happened to him. We need him.”

It was Severus who spoke up, shocking his two comrades. “We will handle the problem. Potter will do what he was meant to.”

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After following Celeste’s directions, the trio came upon a long line of people, standing outside what looked to be a night club. Two huge men that looked kin to Hagrid stood guard at the door. Several people were pushing and shoving trying to get a good place in the front.

Severus had no intention of waiting in line. He eyed the line of rowdy and outrageously dressed men and women and frowned. Remus looked on with barely concealed delight at such a strange display of outfits.

The twin gorillas gazed warily at Severus, Remus and Draco, trying to figure out what they were about to do.

A young man and woman approached the door as the trio watched. Gorilla number one moved forward with a scowl.

“Back in line!” He barked.

The man whipped his arm out, pulled up his sleeve and flapped it in the man’s face. Severus’ eyes widened when he saw what was tattooed on the man’s arm. It was the dark mark. It was crudely done, but it resembled the real mark close enough.

Remus gazed in wonder. “They’re tattooing the dark mark on themselves for fun?” He shook his head, disgust evident in his eyes.

Severus pursed his mouth and then moved forward. Both gorillas moved forward this time. Draco and Remus pressed behind Severus.

“You three, get to the back!”

Severus pulled his arm out of his jacket sleeve and revealed his forearm to the men.

Gorilla number two smirked. “Aren’t you a little old to be getting tattoos? That’s not even a good one. Get back.” Gorilla one guffawed.

Severus snarled and shoved it closer to the man. “Take a good look,” he hissed venomously.

The gorillas looked again at the mark. Instantly, they both looked at Severus, fear rising up in their identical fat faces.

“Go on in.” They both moved back, almost falling over each to get out of Severus’ way.

Remus looked at Draco, who was goggling at Severus’ boldness. “Come on, Draco.”

Severus moved forward into the club pretending he didn’t hear the whispered awe of the bouncers.

“Shit, that thing was real! He’s a Death Eater.”

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Pansy wrinkled her nose in distaste as she gazed at the haphazardly constructed house. She couldn’t believe that she had actually come all the way out here. What could she be thinking? She entered the garden through the small gate and headed towards the front porch and what she assumed was the front door. She was just about to raise her hand to knock when someone moved out from the shadows.

“Parkinson.”

“Holy fuck, Weasley! You scared the shit out of me.” Pansy clutched her chest. “Why the hell are you lurking outside your own house?”

The red-head came out fully into the porch light. “I didn’t want to have to answer any questions about why you’re here.”

“How’d you know I’d come? Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

Ginny cocked her head. “You love Malfoy. You want to save your relationship, don’t you?”

Pansy pursed her lips. “My relationship is fine, Weasley! Unlike yours.”

Ginny didn’t smile. “Oh, so I guess that little display of yours in the Great Hall was foreplay? Throwing plates at him gets you off? And if your relationship is so wonderful, then why did you come?”

The dark haired girl bit her lip. “Say what you have to say.”

“We have a problem.”

“And that is?”

“Our respective boyfriends are the problem. However, with a bit of effort, that can be changed. I’m not going to lose Harry to this ridiculous friendship with Malfoy.”

Pansy raised her perfectly arched eyebrows. “Friendship?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb. You know what’s going on as well as I do. Draco has been disappearing, acting moody as hell, staring at the Gryffindor table, hasn’t he?”

Pansy’s eye twitched. “What do you have in mind?”

Ginny smiled.

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The blast of music and heat when they entered the club nearly blinded them. The clouds of smoke from all manner of drug, cigarette and the smoke machine on the dance floor, cast the patrons in eerie, fog encased silhouettes. Half naked men and women gyrated in cages hanging all over the club and Remus was hit by a pair of flying panties. Draco snorted as the werewolf hastily flicked them to the ground.

Severus’ lips were curled in distaste. Never in his life had he seen such displays of debauchery.

“Fadien likes the bar. Let’s move that way,” Draco shouted over the din of the place.

He edged his way around the dance floor, trying not to get hit by thrashing elbows and bumped by contorting hips. He turned around to make sure his older charges were maneuvering as well as him. He was shocked to see that Severus had been pulled into a sandwiched position between two girls. Remus was doubled over with laughter, until Draco noticed a hand that soundly pinched his ass. Remus squealed in surprise and spun around to find the offender. Draco marched back and grabbed both men, pulling them forwards.

“I can’t take you two anywhere!” He huffed.

After a few more uncomfortable encounters, they finally arrived at the bar.

Draco pushed his way to the front, sneering at patrons who frowned at his rudeness. He looked around, trying to see if he recognized any of them. His eyes rested on a thin man at the end of the bar who had his hands shoved up the back of a girl’s skirt. There was something about him…

Draco moved quickly, nodded at Severus and Remus, and headed towards him. They both hurried behind him. Severus walked up to his former student. There was no doubt now.

Fadien felt the shadow fall over him. At first, he simply ignored it. After all, it was a club and people were pressed pretty close together. Besides, he was enjoying the little show in front of him. The slut had offered a little bit of her wares for a little piece of heaven. He was ready to dip in and get something other than his fingers wet.

The shadow didn’t move.

“Sod off,” he hissed. He sipped on more of his drink.

“Mr. Bulstrode, a word, please.”

Fadien twisted around. He knew that voice!

“Professor Snape???”

“It would appear so.”

“What are you doing here?” Fadien was flabbergasted. He noticed that there were two other people with him. The pretty blonde looked familiar. And he didn’t look friendly at all. A feeling of uneasiness seeped into Fadien’s consciousness. He tried a smile.

“Can I get you all a drink?”

Severus moved closer. “No, what you can get me is your friend, Nicos.”

“Nicos? Who’s that?”

Draco pushed forward, his eyes blazing. “Don’t act stupid, Bulstrode! Nicos is your werewolf friend. Where is he?”

Fadien winced. He didn’t like the look on the kid’s face and his former professor looked every bit as menacing as he did when he was a student. In fact, he looked even worse.

He shrugged. “I don’t know who that is. I know a lot of people. That name doesn’t ring a bell.” The girl had now turned around to face him, a slight pout on her lips.

“Fadien,” she whined, “where’s my candy?”

Fadien glanced at the girl and then caught Severus’ eye. The fury that radiated from the man cracked what little bravado Fadien had possessed.

He jumped from his seat and pushed the girl as hard as he could into Draco. The girl smacked Draco in the head as she fell on the floor, bringing Draco down with her.

Severus and Remus dashed after him, leaving Draco to fend for himself. Draco shoved the girl off of him and jumped up. He saw Severus and Remus pushing through the crowd. He made to follow them, but then noticed another familiar face.

It was Nicos, standing off in the shadows, watching his friend running through the club. Draco narrowed his eyes and inched closer to the werewolf. His hand itched to hex the man to death, but he wasn’t going to pull his wand in this Muggle club. The Ministry would be all over this place in seconds when they detected the Unforgiveable.

Draco was almost upon Nicos when the man turned and stared right into Draco’s eyes. Draco stopped and Nicos frowned. The next second, he bolted through the club going in the opposite direction that Fadien had gone.

“Hey!!!” Draco called out and made chase.

Nicos ran through the back of the club, pushing past the line that had formed in front of the bathrooms. Draco pounded after him, enjoying the ready made pathway that Nicos had cut for him.

Nicos burst through the backdoor and out into the alley behind the club. Draco saw the swinging door and followed behind him, pulling his wand from his pocket. He dashed outside.

WHAP!

Draco stumbled as he was hit with a heavy object as he passed through the doors. He fell to the side, just in time to see Nicos swing a particularly large piece of pipe at his head.

“Shit!” Draco rolled out of the way, just as the pipe landed where his head had been a moment ago.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Draco shouted but Nicos darted out of the way before the spell hit him.

Draco scrambled to his feet. The pipe whistled sickeningly past his head again.

“Accio pipe!” Draco deftly caught the pipe while Nicos scowled at him. Draco wondered why the wizard didn’t use his wand.

“What do you want, pretty boy?”

“I’m going to take your blood and enjoy taking it from you, nice and slow.”

Nicos looked incredulous. “What?”

“You’re going to bleed, bitch!”

“You’re mental…you know that? What the hell is wrong with…”

“Diffindo!!!!” Draco made a slashing motion with his wand and Nicos fell back, clutching his head. He stared at Draco in shock. He pulled his hand away from his head and his ear fell into his hand. Blood ran down the side of his face.

Draco’s stomach twisted in revulsion. He didn’t know how much blood Severus would need, but would an ear have enough?

“Accio severed ear!”

Nicos bellowed in rage and he closed his hand tightly around his appendage.

“Bastard!! I’m going to kill you!” With a hiss, he sprinted towards Draco, who was momentarily stunned by the fact that Nicos was now running at him. He pointed his wand again.

“Impedimenta!”

The hex missed Nicos because at the same time he cast the spell, Nicos lobbed his bloody ear at him. Draco jerked away out of reflex, but paid dearly for it. Nicos slammed into the blonde, sending him crashing into the wall. His wand clattered to the ground and Nicos ran to pick it up. Draco reached out and grabbed Nicos’ foot, jerking the man off balance. He sat down hard on the filthy ground and Draco lunged at him, trying to grab the wand back.

A beam of light shot into Nicos and the werewolf was lifted from the ground and sent hurtling into the opposite wall. Draco looked up and saw that Remus had appeared in the alley and now faced Nicos.

Nicos pushed himself up into a standing position and stared at Remus. “Brother, why do you hunt me? We are to stick together.”

“I’m sorry, but you have hurt someone close to me. I can’t let you get away with that.”

“You have sided with them? Traitor!”

“Traitor?? Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve brought the Vargulf blood back into this time! There’s a reason they died out! You’re coming with us to fix this mess that you started here!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You infected a boy last summer! He’s sick and we need to fix him!”

“I didn’t bite anyone! I haven’t changed anyone!”

“You attacked him at one of your parties. He’s now infected with Vargulf blood!”

Nicos stared at Remus in shock. “Harry Potter is infected??”

“Yes, and now you’re coming with me.” Remus raised his wand. “STUPEFY!”

Nicos jumped out of the way, the hex missing him by inches. He snarled viciously and ran straight for Remus. The older werewolf fired off another hex, but was hit and the light went askew.

The men fell and rolled into a side alley.

Draco jumped to his feet and tore up the alley. He could hear snarling and yelling from around the corner. He burst into the side alley not knowing what he would find.

“Draco!! Get back!” Remus shouted in warning.

Draco’s eyes widened at the sight of Nicos transforming. It was not pleasant. Nicos was half skin and half hair. He could hear the bones crunching and see the man’s face change right in front of his eyes. Draco backed away, his wand pointed straight at the werewolf.

A hand closed on his shoulder and Draco spun around, ready to fire a hex. Severus stood behind him. Floating behind him was Fadien, looking every bit the rag doll. Severus let the man fall to the ground without a second glance.

A ragged shout brought both men back to the scene in front of them.

“Diffindio!!” Remus shouted. Blood spurted from Nicos and he howled painfully.

“Go! I’ll see you back at Hogwarts!” Remus ducked as a claw sliced through the air at him.

Severus jerked his unconscious charge from the ground, making sure to knock him into a dumpster as he led Draco away.

When Remus arrived at Hogwarts an hour later, he looked grim and determined. He handed a vial of blood to Severus. The potions master accepted it in silence.

“I’m going to the Burrow to talk to Arthur and Molly. I’ll be back shortly to begin working on the spells. Where are Draco and Fadien?”

“He’s working on the Draught of Living Death for Potter. Once we catch him that will keep him quiet until we perform the ritual. Mr. Bulstrode found himself being detained by the Ministry. And where is your charge?”

“He’s been detained as well.” He said cryptically.

Severus didn’t ask.

Remus turned to leave but was stopped by Severus’ voice.

“It’s Christmas Eve, Lupin. What of your lady friend? Surely she will be distraught over your absence?”

Remus didn’t turn around. “Tonks and I are no longer together. I won’t be missed.” He then looked back into the dark eyes, which held no trace of any emotion whatsoever.

Severus looked away. “Well then, I suggest you get going and get back. There is much to be done.”

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Severus summoned several old tomes from his bookshelf. He began working on the potions for the Dispellere Exorkizein. Potter would be subjected to five incredibly complex and highly dangerous potions. Any one of them could kill Potter if brewed incorrectly or not taken exactly the way it was instructed.

Severus set to work preparing ingredients for the various potions. Charmed instruments cut, chopped and sorted all manner of plants, herbs and animal parts. Severus preferred to manually prepare any potion, but in the face of this emergency he was forced to expedite the process. Several cauldrons sat on the table ready to receive their precious concoction. Draco worked silently next to him.

After working for several hours, Severus sent Draco home and he headed back to his quarters. He changed out of his robes and slid into a clean pair of boxers. He fell into his bed, exhausted. He shut his eyes and sleep claimed him. Briefly.

There it was again. That noise.

Severus’ eyes popped open. He sat up quickly, his wand in his hand as a reflex. He swung his legs out of bed; ears finely tuned to any disturbance in his place. He couldn’t see anything in the darkened dungeon room, but he felt it.

Lumos, he mentally intoned.

He saw the golden eyes shift far to his left, near his closed bedroom door.

Potter.

“Severus, you don’t look happy to see me. I’m hurt.”

“I’ve never been happy to see you, Potter.”

He moved lithely from the shadows. Severus repressed a slight shudder as he watched a slow malicious grin appear on Potter’s face.

“I know, Severus, and that pains me so. I’ve never been able to live down my father’s betrayal of you. So you have constantly screwed me over for the last seven years.” He looked down at his fingernails. “I wonder what it would be like to screw you…over.”

He froze Severus with an icy smile.

Severus raised his wand. “Potter, I advise you to stay back. I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Oh really?? Since when, Severus?? That’s what you’ve always wanted, to hurt me! You get off on it…it makes your day. Let me knock down Potter during class. Let me punish him for doing nothing wrong! Let the Slytherins sabotage his potion so I can take points from the Gryffindors! Let me give him detention because he was breathing in my class! NO FUCKING MORE, SEVERUS! I'm here for what's mine.”

In that moment, Severus knew that he was in trouble. In half the time it took him to blink, Potter had crossed the room and had smashed him against the wall, holding him with one hand. It took Severus a moment to realize that his feet were no longer touching the floor.

Severus swung his wand and wordlessly intoned. STUPEFY!

Potter’s hand tightened on his throat and he convulsed slightly. Severus kicked him in the chest and Potter fell back, releasing him. Severus landed almost gracefully and he pointed the wand again.

INCARCEOUS!

Ropes appeared and twisted themselves around Harry’s body. The teen hissed angrily and Severus turned to survey his work. Before his very eyes, the ropes caught fire and melted right off of him, leaving black ashy soot on the floor.

Severus didn’t even have time to gape before Harry slammed into his body again, knocking them both into the large bed. Severus’ wand flew from his hand and hit the wall, landing on the bedside table. He struggled to push Harry off of him, but Harry felt like a lead weight against his chest. Severus bucked and flailed, trying to grab the boy’s wrists but Harry didn’t budge.

Harry hovered above him, a malicious smirk spreading across his finely chiseled features. He gazed down at Severus; the air around him crackling with Dark magic.

“I’ve always wanted to see you squirm, Severus. Always so controlled, so cold. Oh…but this is delicious.”

Harry leaned down and Severus twisted away. Harry growled, reached out and snatched Severus’ face back to look at him. He placed his lips on Severus and kissed him, hard.

Severus jerked in shock. He had not expected this at all. For a moment he lay there frozen, as Harry probed his mouth. To his extreme horror, he began to feel the stirrings of his manhood. He resumed his struggle.

“Get off of me, Potter!” He snarled, twisting and shoving.

Harry ran his tongue across Severus’ neck and the man involuntarily released a groan in Harry’s ear. Harry smirked and roughly bit into Severus’ neck. Severus felt his body draining of energy. He fought to keep alert. What was happening? Why couldn’t he move? He moaned and listlessly tried to push away from Harry.

“You like this, Severus. You’re so starved for someone to touch you.” Harry’s voice had dropped to a low murmur and Severus felt his head swim lazily with the words. His cock swelled inside the useless boxers.

The air in the room was heavy and hot. A claustrophobic cloud of body burning lust enveloped him. Severus stared up at Harry, all else forgotten. He moaned again and struggled to keep his eyes open.

“I want to hear you cry out my name, Severus.”

With a swiftness that defied physics, Harry tore the boxers away from Severus’ body. The shredded cotton fluttered limply to the floor. Severus renewed his struggle as he felt the cold skin of Harry’s body against his thighs. Suddenly a warm, wet heat engulfed his member and all thought vanished from his brain.

Sweet Merlin…

Harry had a skill that defied belief. No wonder Draco was a mess.

“Potter! S-S-Stop…this…n-now!” Severus reached down and weakly tried to push the boy’s head away, but the sucking only intensified. He fell back, his traitorous body arching into the hot mouth. Severus twisted his head around, trying to find his wand. He saw it perched on the table. He strained for it, but it was just out of reach. He closed his head and attempted to summon it.

A deep throated suck sent his hands digging into the mattress and a cry from his lips. He forgot all about the wand.

God, Potter is fantastic!

Cold air engulfed him and he struggled to pull his thoughts together. Thank God, Potter had stopped. Severus knew he wouldn’t have been able to last much longer. He had to resist this somehow.

His tongue felt thick in his mouth. “P-Potter. Your efforts are futile. Whatever it is you’re trying to do, it’s not working. Let me go and I won’t kill you.”

Harry moved up and his golden eyes took in Severus’ flushed face.

With a contorted grimace, Harry’s pants disappeared. He closed his eyes briefly and Severus felt silky fluid inside of him. A wave of terror washed through the potions master. But he would never allow Potter to know that he was scared of this. He fought again, straining against Potter, who calmly watched him struggle.

“Severus, stop fighting it. You know you want this. You know you want me. I’m only giving you what you really want.”

NO! But there was something stirring in him, something so awful that Severus couldn’t bear to think about it.

Harry roughly grabbed Severus’ thighs and pressed himself into Severus’ entrance. The older man gasped when the appendage breeched the tight muscle. There was a burning pain and Severus slammed his eyes shut, refusing to cry out. He had endured so much more, but this humiliation hit places that he didn’t even know existed.

Suddenly, the teen found his prostate and it was all Severus could do to keep from wrapping his arms around him. A moan threatened to make itself heard and Severus clamped his lips shut. He moaned again, hating himself for letting this happen; hating himself for wanting this to happen.

“Oh…god…” he whispered brokenly, as his eyes shut when a pleasure so intense racked his body. It had been so long since he’d had this, so long since a warm body had touched him. Well, Potter was hardly warm, but he was still a body, which was causing his to writhe out of control with pleasure.

Severus watched with a mixture of revulsion and fascination as his legs were thrown over Harry’s back. He gripped the headboard, his lips pressed tight to keep from calling out, but Harry was mercilessly hitting his sweet spot and it was so deliciously good. His stomach muscles rippled with the pounding and Severus could feel himself losing control, losing the battle against Potter. He could feel tears threatening and he wanted to die. He couldn’t give in to it.

This is a student, this is Potter, this is James’ son, it’s a demon, this is Draco’s lover, I hate him, thisisastudentitspotterjamesdemondracohatehimhatehimlovethisfeelssogood oh fuck, this feels so good, potter you feel so good, oh god, don’t stop, fuck, love it, love it, love you, love you, I love you, I Love You, I LOVE YOU...

Potter’s hand had whipped out and began stroking him, matching his thrusting.

Severus had long since broken out in a sweat and now this new pleasure he couldn’t fight. His balls drew up to his body and he felt all of his senses bearing down on him. Harry gave one more hard thrust and matching stroke and Severus completely lost it.

With a harsh guttural cry tearing itself from his lungs, Severus arched into the boy’s hand as the monstrous orgasm ripped through him. Severus bit down so hard on his lip that he felt blood gush from the wound, just as he could feel his essence spurt so hard from him that they collided together in mid-air. Severus clutched the head board so tightly that the wood splintered and tore off in his white-knuckled hands. A single tear wrenched itself out from under his eye lid and rolled down his cheek.

Severus felt Potter’s body tense and he knew he was getting ready to explode as well. He tightened his muscles around Potter and was rewarded with the desired result of his orgasm.

Severus knew he had only a few seconds.

He struggled out of his orgasmic haze (truly the best orgasm he had ever had in his life), and struggled to ignore the now grunting boy on top of him and reached for his wand.

“Legilmens!!!” He slammed into Potter’s mind, knowing both boy and demon would be completely unguarded during an intense orgasm. The effect was very similar to the physical rape that he had just endured.

Harry’s golden eyes widened at the intrusive mental fingers that brutally ripped through his unguarded walls. The force behind the intrusion nearly blinded him and he howled in pain and fell away from Severus. There was a nasty plopping sound as Harry slid out from between Severus’ legs. He rolled over on his back, holding his hands to his head.

It was all Severus needed.

Severus leapt up and kept his wand trained on Harry. He pressed forward into the tortured mind. He knew Harry had to be in there somewhere. The images were almost too much for him to sort through. But he wasn’t doing this to probe the mind, he was just buying time. Severus could feel Harry beginning to put his walls up.

“STUPEFY!” He shouted as he slowly backed away from the bed. Harry writhed for a moment but righted himself and leapt from the bed.

Harry fell back, but managed to get up again and continued towards Severus.

“STUPEFY!” Harry pushed forward, his mouth twisted in a grotesque grin, but he was faltering in his steps.

Merlin! Potter kept coming! What was he supposed to do now? He looked at the young man in front of him; he was so much like his father. Severus pulled out the hate that he knew so well.

“CRUCIO!”

Severus knew he had hit the target, before he actually hit him. Harry’s eyes crossed and the bright light of the spell hit him head on. He fell back, twisting and writhing on the hard floor. Severus’ hand shook as he kept the spell on Harry. Although he had cast this spell many times, he had never aimed it at a child. Even though he had fantasized about using it against James and Sirius, he never would have imagined using it against his son. It made him sick.

Where the fuck was Lupin??

Severus ended the spell and watched with wary eyes. Harry laid panting on the floor; his body still convulsing slightly. Severus prayed that he wouldn’t have to curse the boy again. He kept his wand pointed at him as he mentally tried to pull himself together. He had just had sex with Potter! He could still feel Potter inside of him. And now he was using an Unforgiveable on him in his bedroom!

“S-Severus, please…don’t hurt me anymore…”

Severus almost wailed at the sound of the pleading voice. What the fuck was happening to him?? For the first time in his life, he was actually scared.

“No! NO! It’s a trick! Potter wouldn’t call me that! He hates me! He wouldn’t do what you did! It’s not you!” Severus ran forward. “This didn’t happen!!”

Remus had just walked into Severus’ room when he heard the anguished wailing. With a jolt, he ran to the potion master’s bedroom, his wand out. He gasped in shock at the sight in front of him.

“Severus? What are you doing??”

Severus looked crazed. His long, greasy hair was shoved up in the back and was sticking out in all directions. He had claw marks on his chest and he didn’t have on any pants. Remus found himself staring fixedly at the man’s cock, which was bobbing back and forth. He snapped out of his trance at the sight of Harry, rolling and twisting on the floor. Severus’ had the wand practically shoved up Harry’s ass.

Remus ran to Severus and grabbed his arm. Severus struggled against the werewolf.

“Severus!!! End the spell, now!”

“I couldn’t stop him, Lupin! I couldn’t!”

“It’s ok! You’re going to hurt him, Severus! Stop it!” He roughly grabbed him by the shoulders, blocking his view from Harry, who was still howling loudly.

Severus slowly turned to look at Remus. He blinked once and then lowered his wand. He released the spell and Harry let out a loud groan.

Remus quickly turned around and he pointed his wand at Harry.

“Severus, we have to stun him together.”

Severus didn’t move, only stared blankly at Potter. Harry was curling in on himself and was gasping for air.

“Severus!! Hurry up!”

Severus raised his wand along with Remus and they both shouted out, “STUPEFY!”

The red lights hit Harry again and he immediately stopped moving. Remus rushed to Harry’s side and knelt down next to him. He tenderly brushed the hair out of Harry’s flushed face. It was amazing that Harry felt ice cold.

Remus picked him up underneath his shoulders and brought him over to the bed. It was then that he noticed that Harry didn’t have on either pants either. He frowned at this and then looked at Severus. The man hadn’t moved and was still staring blankly at the floor.

Remus saw Harry’s pants lying at the foot of the bed. He put them back on Harry and then covered him with the comforter. Harry’s breathing was erratic and fast, but he didn’t seem to be coming out of the spell.

Remus stood up and glanced at Severus. He immediately guessed what must have happened. Severus looked even paler than usual and Remus had never seen the man show any type of emotional angst before. The Ice King was shaking like a leaf. Remus walked over to him.

“Severus,” he said, putting his hand on his shoulder, “are you going to give him the Living Death Draught now?”

Severus snapped around to glare at Remus. “Of course. I’m no imbecile.” He walked briskly to his wardrobe and pulled out a set of robes. He hastily put them on, not looking at Remus. The werewolf saw that Severus’ hands were still shaking as he attempted to button himself.

Remus walked up behind him. “Severus, it’s not your fault.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lupin.”

“You cast the Cruciatus against Harry. He must have been out of control for you to do that.”

“It’s nothing that I couldn’t have handled. I cast it because the little monster deserved it. I’ve been up against the Dark Lord; surely a teenager is no match for me.”

“Then why are your hands shaking? Why didn’t either of you have on any clothes?” Remus asked quietly, as he gently took the man’s hands in his.

Severus sucked in his breath and snatched his hands away. “It’s not what you think! I would never allow something like that to happen. It’s revolting to even think about.”

Remus looked him dead in the eyes. “Severus, I may not be a Legilmens, but I know when people aren’t telling me the truth. I can smell the truth on you.” Remus could smell Harry all over the man. The smell of sex and semen permeated the room.

Severus lowered his hands from trying to button his robes. He stared at Remus and then his face contorted into such an anguished face that Remus stepped back, not sure what he was going to do.

“I couldn’t stop him! I didn’t want that! I didn’t! I don’t know what happened! One moment I was fighting him and the next…” his voice trailed off.

Remus understood. “It’s not your fault! You know that some creatures can cloud you with lust. Why should this be any different?”

“I’m supposed to be above that!!” Severus shouted. “I’m a Death Eater!! I’m a double agent spy! I’m a Legilmens! I’m the most feared professor at Hogwarts! How can I fall to the fake wiles of a seventeen year old?? I’m no better than Draco! I have lived my life in complete control and now it’s gone in the five minutes that Potter catches me alone??” He abruptly walked away from Remus, heading into his living room.

Remus followed him and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around to face him. “That’s not Harry in there, Severus! That’s a creature that’s thousands of years old, using Harry like a puppet. You are a powerful wizard, Severus, but not even you can resist all the power a demon has. Albus couldn’t even do it! Don’t do this to yourself.”

Severus looked at Remus. How could he tell him what he really felt? Yes, the demon part had used lust against him, but how could he admit to Remus that he had wanted it? Deep in his subconscious, he wanted to feel Potter; to know what it was that had everyone so in love with him. He wanted to know what Draco was feeling, why he had been willing to risk his life for this boy. And for those few moments, he had felt it. In those last few minutes, he had let himself get lost in the sex and admit to himself that in some twisted way, he was in love with Harry too.

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Draco stepped out of the floo into his bedroom. He was exhausted. The night’s events draining what little energy he had left.

This is all for Harry, he reminded himself. I want him back. But he is going to owe me big time!

Draco turned his head and stared into the eyes of his mother.

“Mother? Is everything ok?” He asked, not liking the look in her eyes at all.

Narcissa walked up to her son and slapped him hard across the face.

Draco’s hand flew up to his painfully tingling skin. His eyes spread open wide in fear. Narcissa had never laid a hand on him before.

“M-Mother…”, he croaked.

She grabbed him and hugged him fiercely. “Draco, I love you and we can help you.”

“What?? What are you talking about?” He pulled away from her. “Why did you hit me?” He was completely confused.

“Where have you been?” Narcissa had folded her arms across her chest.

“I was uh…helping Severus with some potion work.” Draco stuttered.

“Some potions work?? On Christmas? Well, tell me Draco, did the potion happen to be something for detoxing anyone?”

Draco stared. “What?”

“Just stop lying to me, Draco. I know about your drug problem. Thank Merlin we are going to be able to keep this quiet. And thank Merlin that your fiancée is still willing to marry you.”

“My drug problem?” He squeaked. “Wait a minute, my fiancée…?”

“Yes, Draco…I still want to marry you.”

Draco gaped at the sight over his mother’s shoulder. Pansy Parkinson had sauntered into his bedroom.

Narcissa looked at Pansy, hope sparkling in her eyes. “Yes, Draco. Pansy told me everything. Don’t be angry at her! She did this for your own good. We both love you very much and want you to get help. We know you got caught up with some unsavory people that twisted your mind. I know if Lucius had been here, none of this would’ve happened.”

Draco’s eyes hadn’t left Pansy’s evil fucked up face. He itched to Avada her right there in his room. She walked up to him and placed her arms around his neck.

“Draco, I love you so much. I’m sorry, but I had to do this. Drugs are no good. I can’t let you destroy your life like this. We can still make this work.” She then lowered her voice and whispered in his ear licking it gently, “I didn’t tell her about how Potter’s been fucking you. I suggest you get it through your head that it’s over between the two of you, unless you want Mummy here to know you’ve been fucking your Daddy’s jailer.”

She placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Shit!


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