Born in Frustration

~Chapter Twenty: Rude Awakening~

Draco dreamt of piercing eyes, staring, sinking into the back of his skull. Watching, waiting, patient, angry, irritated eyes…

Soft skin against his own, a leg snuggled between his thighs, dangerously close to his manhood. Oh, that felt nice…

Still being watched, feeling the eyes glowering –

Draco woke, impossibly slowly, dreamily and with nervous trepidation. A warm, pliant body, snuggled against his side, soft breaths eddying over his throat, causing pleasant shivers to dimple his flesh and arouse his memories. Carefully, he opened one eye and glanced down at the dark mop of black tangled hair…

Harry…

Still sleeping, his face relaxed in slumber, absolutely beautiful. Impossibly long, dark lashes curled against his creamy, glowing cheeks, pink lips slightly opened, reminding Draco of cherubs he had seen in an art museum once, all round and full and innocent. The curve of his shoulder, revealing more sweet skin before it disappeared under the blankets, tantalizing Draco, renewing his morning wood fully. Harry was simple perfection and Draco couldn’t resist smiling to himself, remembering what had occurred before he and Harry had fallen into blissful, contented sleep…

The feel of grinding against the other boy and the powerful orgasm, calling out Harry’s name as he erupted in pure pleasure, it had been simply amazing and afterwards when Harry had blushed and tried to pull away. Draco didn’t allow it. He wrapped his arms tightly around the other boy and held him close, rubbing lazy circles along his back and arms, cooing sweet nothings and words of adoration into his ear, until he calmed and drifted off to sleep. Draco had carefully cleaned their ejaculate with his wand, before drifting off himself. It had been truly spectacular and he wondered exactly what it would be like to actually bury himself inside of Harry, possess him completely, dare he say it –

‘Make love...’

– with Harry, only with Harry. Feelings were stirring inside of Draco, whether he was comfortable with them or not, they were there. But what he would do with these feelings was another thing altogether, because, truthfully, he couldn’t risk their lives by acting on his emotions, there were too many dangers.

The Dark Lord. That bastard ruined everything.

Lucius Malfoy, his father. He would disown Draco in an instant – and possibly try to kill him – if he knew where Draco’s heart was heading.

These dark thoughts brought Draco out of his earlier reverie and he, once again, had the curious sensation of being watched.

Draco’s senses went into overdrive. He and Harry were being watched. Whoever was standing in the door – he was sure they were not any closer – was watching the two of them, and had been for some time now, he was sure of that. Carefully, he slid his hand under the pillow for his wand, withdrawing with slow, careful movements, he hoped that whoever was there, would believe him still asleep…

“I know you’re awake, Draco.”

‘Shit!’

“Godfather,” Draco replied quietly, immediately recognizing Severus Snape’s dark, cool voice. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see the disapproving face of his godfather.

“Wake Potter and get your arses downstairs. We need to talk. And put on some clothes,” Snape said, a disgusted smirk on his face as he turned and billowed out of the room.

Draco grimaced and, with a mental curse towards his ever complaining godfather, turned to wake his bed partner.

“Harry, love,” he whispered, kissing the top of Harry’s head, “time to wake up.” Gently, Draco shook Harry’s shoulder, forcing himself to ignore the silky soft skin begging to be stroked, until the sleeping boy grumbled unhappily and started to wake. Draco gasped as he watched Harry’s eyes flutter open, revealing the most amazing green eyes he had ever seen, and Draco fell in love all over again. Draco’s fingers now itched to do more than just stroke Harry’s skin and he wondered how much time he had before Severus came storming back up to the room. Probably not very long…

“Morning, love,” Draco said, a hint of lust colouring his tone.

“Draco?” Harry croaked his voice still hoarse with sleep. The dark-haired boy looked momentarily confused as to why Draco was in his bed before he suddenly remembered and his cheeks infused with heat and he looked away embarrassed. “Morning,” he mumbled.

Smiling, Draco pulled Harry close, kissing his head again. “Stop,” he admonished, though without any real irritation. “I told you last night, what we did was perfectly natural AND completely amazing.”

Harry’s innocent eyes looked up at Draco, they could see the confidence in the other boy and the conviction in his words was not merely to put Harry at ease. Draco truly meant them and Harry could see that. A sweet smile graced his face as he nodded in agreement, though his cheeks stayed pleasantly pink and his eyes were still a little sheepish. Harry understood and agreed.

Draco grasped both sides of Harry’s face and tipped his head back, pressing his lips lightly against the other boys. “Amazing, Harry,” he whispered again.

Harry, feeling more relaxed, wrapped his arms more tightly around Draco’s waist and kissed him back. Draco’s heart leapt and he would have deepened the kiss, but realised that would only lead to other things and that, perhaps, now was not the time. They had an irate Professor likely pacing the kitchen floor.

“Um – Harry,” he began, “we – um, have a visitor.”

“WHAT?” Harry squealed. “Who, where…” Harry sat up, looking around the room frantically, mortified that someone may have seen him in bed with Draco Malfoy.

“Now, calm down,” Draco said, irritated at losing the moment. “Professor Snape is here, downstairs.” Draco sat as well, throwing his legs over the bed. “He’s waiting for us,” he added nervously. Harry panicked immediately, of course.

“Oh, buggering all,” he moaned pathetically. “Why does it always have to be HIM?”

“Oh, for piss’ sake, calm down…”

“Calm down? Calm down?!” Harry hissed. “Draco, Professor Snape is here…” Harry’s face suddenly drained of all colour, going deathly pale, he gasped loudly and looked up at his companion. “Draco, he wasn’t HERE? I mean here in this room?” Draco grimaced again and blushed, not meeting Harry’s eyes. “OH BLOODY HELL!” Harry cried. “Please, please, please tell me he wasn’t… OH FUCK, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Harry continued to mumble as he flew out of bed, out of the room and slammed the washroom door.

“Stupid, nosey, fucking, prick…” Draco grumbled as he left Harry’s room in search of his clothes. “Rude, that’s what that is… Wake from a nice dream… Any idea what time it is?… Any decent person would call first. Stupid old bat…”

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Draco dressed quickly. He could hear Harry in the shower and was glad for the chance to speak with Severus alone. He didn’t relish the man’s admonishments and wanted a chance to explain – and lie – before Harry joined them, so he quickly made his way downstairs.

Snape paced the kitchen as he waited for the two boys. His mind was a muddle of thoughts: first and foremost the protection of his godson, any involvement with Potter would be detrimental to Draco. The Dark Lord had plans for the young Malfoy, and while Severus had not yet ascertained what those plans were, he did know that whatever it was, a friendship with Potter would NOT be a good thing.

The older wizard had been hoping to keep Draco protected from the Dark Lord. He had thought he would have another year at least before he would have to worry about his godson being forced to take the mark. Severus had already made plans for Draco to be absent from the wizarding world for the duration of the war, all that had been left was convincing Draco to go into hiding at the end of the school year. And then Lucius had ruined everything by getting himself arrested, shining a bright light on his son. The Dark Lord had plans for Draco this year and Snape had no way of preventing it until he knew what those plans were. He only hoped the Dark Lord kept to his ways and did not mark anyone under seventeen. If Draco were marked it would be harder to hide him.

Snape wondered how he ended up as protector of these two boys. One he loved and the other he loathed, yet here he was struggling to protect both. And now they had gone and made his job that much harder by somehow becoming involved with each other. He scowled to himself; it was beyond his understanding how Draco could go from despising Harry Potter to being in the boy’s bed.

He couldn’t fathom what his godson could be thinking. The danger the foolish boy was placing his family in was incredible. If the Dark Lord had any inkling of a friendly relation with Potter, Draco and his mother would die a slow and painful death. Draco entered the kitchen, interrupting Snape’s morbid thoughts, and provoking a dark glare.

Draco visibly shuddered under Snape’s look, swallowing thickly and gathering his courage before addressing his godfather. Before he could do more than draw breath, however, Severus spoke.

“Where is Potter?”

“He’ll be down soon,” Draco replied calmly, his Malfoy mask dropping quickly into place. “Sev, it’s not what you think…” he began.

“Not what I think?” Snape interrupted. “You were in bed with Potter,” he growled. “Tell me, Draco, what exactly should I not be thinking?”

“I can explain,” Draco said quickly. “It is NOT what you are thinking, Uncle.” The boy motioned to a chair, silently asking his godfather to sit. Severus scowled as he yanked the chair violently away from the table and sat heavily, raising his brow warningly.

Binty popped in just then with breakfast, which gave Draco a moment to gather his thoughts. He prayed that Harry would be too nervous to come down straight away, giving him time to calm Severus.

When the elf had finished and Disapparated, Draco took a calming breath and faced the angry Potions master.

“You received my note?” Draco asked. Severus merely nodded in reply. “Then you understand that Harry’s supposed family left him here, locked up with no access to food or water?” Again Snape nodded. “Then you also read the part where I informed you that I would be staying here,” Draco finished.

Snape glared at Draco. “Staying I understand, but, Draco, surely you could have found better sleeping arrangements?” he snarled at the young man, a look of disgust plastered across his face.

Draco having grown up around the surly man was not greatly affected by his attitude and merely continued.

“I was sleeping in the guest room, Uncle,” Draco smirked. “But Harry had a nightmare and he fell out of bed.” Draco paused for a second, surprised by Snape’s reaction to this information. The man had looked alarmed for a second, but quickly recovered his mask of disdain as Draco continued his explanation. “The noise woke me up. When I went into Harry’s room he was thrashing about on the floor. Naturally, I couldn’t leave him there so I woke him.” Draco poured himself and his godfather a cup of coffee as he continued his story. “Harry was so disturbed by his dream, I felt I should stay with him until he fell back to sleep. Unfortunately, I also fell asleep before I could return to my own bed.” Draco finished his explanation, satisfied that he had not completely lied to Snape; he merely left out all the details.

Snape snarled nastily. “Draco, the two of you were wrapped around each other, LIKE LOVERS,” he roared.

Draco raised a questioning eyebrow. “Well, we were in bed, bodies move…”

“Don’t give me that…”

Throwing caution to the wind Draco interrupted whatever was coming next. “Sev, I do like Harry, I told you that, but I swear nothing untoward happened last night. What I told you is what happened. And yes we were laying ‘like lovers,' we were in the same bed and I was having a very pleasant dream this morning, so, yes, I did cuddle,” Draco said with exasperation. “Merlin’s balls, Sev, it’s only natural to cozy up to a warm body, especially where Harry had been so frightened last night!” he ended with irritation. Draco was surprised at his own confidence. Lying to Severus Snape was never an easy thing, even for a Malfoy.

Draco watched Snape as carefully as Snape watched him. He was sure his godfather was looking for a sign that he was being less than truthful with him. But, unfortunately for Severus, Draco had been taught from a young age how to lie and hide the truth and besides, he wasn’t actually lying, only leaving bits out. Draco could only hope the man would be satisfied with his explanation, and then all he had to do was make sure Harry got the story straight and make sure Severus didn’t interrogate the other boy too much. He was fairly sure Harry would break and slip up under intense questioning.

After a few moments Severus finally nodded his head, appearing to accept Draco’s story. “I hope you know what you’re doing, child,” he said softly.

Draco smiled at the older man. “I know what I’m doing, Sev,” he said confidently.

Severus grunted and took a large sip of coffee. “Go see what’s keeping that boy. I haven’t got all day,” he snarled. Draco nodded and headed off to find Harry.

Severus watched the boy go sadly; he would have to have a long chat with Draco again. The boy was going down a very dangerous road and if he was not careful things would end very badly and while Snape was fairly sure Draco had told him the truth, he was also sure that it wasn’t the entire truth. However, right now he was more concerned that Harry may have had another vision, and if the boy was having visions again, Dumbledore would need to know. His sources had told him that the Dark Lord had severed the link between himself and the boy, so if Harry was dreaming of him, either something had changed or the Dark Lord was keeping things from Severus, and that would not bode well for the Order.

Snape’s thoughts were once again interrupted as the two boys entered the kitchen. He had to smirk when he realised that Harry seemed to be hiding behind Draco with a sheepish look on his face. So it appeared that perhaps Draco did indeed leave some details out of his story.

“Potter,” Severus snapped, “Draco tells me you had a nightmare last night.” Harry nodded, not looking the Potions master in the eye while Draco dragged him to the table and sat him down, loading his plate with food. “Draco, leave us,” Snape said sharply. Draco looked at his godfather curiously, not really wanting to leave Harry alone with the man. “I’m not going to harm the boy, Draco,” he sighed in exasperation. So, reluctantly reassured, the boy left the two alone.

Harry squirmed nervously in his chair, playing with the food on his plate, not once looking up to meet the older wizard’s eyes. Snape groaned inwardly, wondering for perhaps the millionth time what his godson saw in the impish brat sitting across from him.

“Potter,” he said again, “did you have a vision about the Dark Lord?” Snape would have laughed as he watched the relief physically spread throughout Harry. Rolling his eyes, he waited for the imp to speak.

“No, sir,” Harry said quietly.

“What was the nightmare about then?” Snape asked nastily.

Harry shifted in his chair, suddenly nervous once again.

“Answer me, Potter,” Snape snarled.

Harry looked up for the first time, his green eyes glazed with emotion. Snape could see fear and worry lacing the boys face as Snape glared back at him. He was tempted to use Legilimency, but Harry must have had the same thought as he looked back down at his plate.

“My uncle,” the boy whispered after a long pause.

Suddenly, Snape felt about the size of a pea and it was his turn to shift about nervously. Thinking it best to drop the entire conversation, Snape got up to leave. “The Headmaster will be here Friday evening, Potter. Your relatives have been told to be sure that they are home or the Headmaster will be most displeased with them.”

Harry’s head shot up quickly. “W—w—what?” he stammered.

“Don’t worry, Potter,” Snape said, understanding the boy’s worry. “Your secrets are safe, the Headmaster was informed that the Dursley’s were away, nothing more,” Snape lied. He really did not understand why the Golden-Boy was keeping these things from Dumbledore and everyone else and quite frankly he didn’t really care to know.

Harry sighed in visible relief and Snape turned again to leave. “Remember, Friday, be ready,” Snape growled one more time before heading out into the hall. Harry immediately got up to follow the man out, meeting Draco at the foot of the stairs. Snape turned back and looked at the two boys, inwardly sighing.

“Draco, I want to see you Friday evening,” he said. “No excuses,” he snapped as he turned to leave. Both boys murmured a quick good-bye before returning to the kitchen.