Misplaced Trust

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Very early the next morning found Phasma in the kitchen munching on a piece of muffin. He was used to waking up early to "work" for those animals. Now it was so quiet in the manor that he was rather bored. He pushed his blonde hair out of his face. He only wore a pair of blue boxers that Draco had in his drawer. He had looked into the mirror before and noticed his eyes had gone from brown to blue. He liked the change better than brown. The fireplace flared and Severus Snape stepped quietly in, barely sparing a glance for Phasma as he removed his gloves and cloak.

"Draco, go and wake Bellatrix if you would. I have news for her." Phasma looked at this hooked nosed black wearing man.

He wasnt someone who would catch his eye but he had an air of arrogance. Similar to his father.

"Draco is asleep and who is Bellatrix?" Phasma asked standing up walking over to him.

Severus paused, his brow furrowing as he hung his cloak on a stand in the corner, placing his gloves in his pocket. He turned to Phasma, but his face registered no surprise. His left hand rose to straighten his collar, drawing attention from the right which moved carefully toward his wand. He showed no outward sign of concern as he spoke.

"The lady of the house. Who might you be?" He inquiered politely, assessing the boy and finding him less than threatening.

Still, he did not abandon his wand. Phasma noticed his slow movement instantly feeling the familiar fight or flight. When one lived on the streets one had to be careful with who they were with. He could defend himself just fine if this man wanted to fight.

"I am Phasma." He looked into this mans black eyes.

Severus felt the color drain from his face, but still showed no other sign of his inner thoughts.

"Where have you been?" He asked quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"On the streets... im going to guess that you know my parents and my brother." Phasma continued to look at this man.

There was something about this guy that made his body tingle. He couldnt understand what this hooked nose man had that made him feel weird. Severus stared incredulously. Surely Dumbledore hadn't stolen the boy simply to throw him away? He shook his head, refocusing on the one claiming to be Phasma.

"Were you told who you were?" He asked, remembering how young the Malfoy heir was when he'd been taken.

Phasma glared at him.

"I was told when i came here yesturday. Otherwise the only friend i had was Hermione." Severus raised a brow.

Ironic that the heir would be found by a muggle.

"You've met the Malfoy Patriarch then?"

"Ya dad's nice i think mama was... upset by my attitude." Phasma suddenly remembers his mothers face when he yelled about being forced into a marriage with a woman.

Severus' brow arches further, but he doesn't remark on the boy's answer. If Lucius believed, that was good enough for him.

"Very well. If you will excuse me." He turns away, growling at himself inside for finally noticing the boy's attire and comely appearance.

He had more important things to do than to ogle the Malfoy's new brat. Phasma nearly dropped his jaw at the look that flickered through this mans eyes. There was desire in those onyx orbs! This man probably wasnt a Romeo in the bedroom. Suddenly a very Malfoy smirk made its way onto Phasma's lips. This was going to be so much fun. Severus made his way up the grand staircase and to the door he remembered Bella using as a young girl. He hoped she'd stayed in it. He knocked lightly. Harry groaned and rolled over, his arm wrapping around Bella's rather large middle.

"Sum'n's at t'door." he mumbled into her ear.

Bella groaned and slowly got up and pulled on a soft black robe. She opened the door and looked out at him.

"Severus... what are you doing here at this time?" Her hand rested unconsiously on her stomach.

Severus concientously keeps his eyes on Bella's face, despite the ample cleavage visible under her robe and the tempting curve of arse barely covered on the bed. He groaned silently, wondering what happened to him to make him so bloody juvenile today. Bella looks at Severus's face as she noticed his eyes. She stepped outside of the room shutting the door.

"What is it you need Sev?" He straightens up, clearing his throat.

"Dumbledore has declared Harry and all who consort with him dangers to our society. He has been listed with the Ministry of Magic as extremely dangerous and, if seen, to be killed on sight." Bella's jaw dropped at this news.

"Dumbledore cant be serious? Has he gone senial?" Phasma walked up the stairs looking at the dark haired woman.

She was obviously pregnant or hiding a beachball under her robe.

'Hm his name is Sev? I wonder what the rest of his name is?' Severus only nodded, his ears perking at the sound of footsteps.

He glances to the boy, brow raised in question. Phasma looked at Severus and then looked at Bella who locked eyes with him. Suddenly it felt like this woman could see right through him.

"You must be Phasma." Phasma blinks rapidly.

"How is it that you knew i wasnt Draco?" Bella giggled softly.

"Your nose is a button and Draco's got his father bone structure." Severus looks the boy over and wonders how he could have mistaken this boy for Draco.

Draco was very goodlooking, he would admit, but this boy was absolutely stunning.

"Yes, well. You and that..." He cleared his throat.

"Boy...should be careful. As should the other memebers of this household." Phasma looks at Severus and smirked.

"See something you like?" Bella nods slowly.

"We will try to be careful. I'll tell Harry when he wakes up tomorrow morning. Now why dont you take Phasma and help him regain some magic potentional." Bella could tell that Severus was attracted to Phasma or atleast Phasma was.

Severus blinks at Bella significantly for a moment, trying to get her to retract her command. Phasma could see this woman was at least related to him enough to see she was rather devilish.

"Ya Sev come and teach me?" he found that he did have the courage to speak outloud his throughts.

Severus' gaze snaps back to the boy and his eyes narrow dangerously.

"Snape. You will refer to me as Professor snape." Phasma raises an eyebrow as Bella slaps him in the arm.

"Now Severus dont be an arse." Bella turns to Phasma.

"His bark is worse than his bite." Severus rolls his eyes and mumbles to Bella.

"How would you know?" Bella crosses her arms over her stomach.

"Severus would you like to see your own spell used against you? Because with the angry mood that is rolling in im beginning to think of using it." Bella was sick of Sev the stick in the mud.

He needed to get a girlfriend or hell even a boyfriend. Or at least get laid. Severus sighed in defeat and made his way past Phasma without looking at him.

"Put some clothing on, boy. I will meet you in the parlour for your first lesson." Phasma looked at Severus then to Bella.

Bella smiled softly and winked.

"We will talk some other time. Good night Phasma." Bella turned and walked back into the room.

Phasma smiled then walked to Draco's room and grabbed a white thin white shirt. He walked down to the parlour. Severus looked up from the thin tome he had taken from the library. Seeing the boy's attire, he glowered.

"You will dress properly for your lessons." He said in a no-nonsense manner.

Phasma shakes his head.

"Nope... it's 2 in the morning. This is what i wish to wear." Phasma said walking over.

Severus continued to glare, unmoving. Phasma decided that he didnt like the thought of this man ordering him around. He had been told about the power the Malfoy's held and he was going to use that power to his advantage.

"Your friends with my family correct?" Severus nodded tightly.

"Then that means you should be nicer towards me. Or my dad would be mad at you?" Phasma hopped that he was right thinking this.

Severus raised an eyebrow. The boy had guts, he had to admit.

"Actually, your father and I are old school friends." He stated matter-of-factly, watching the boy's face with satisfaction.

Phasma winces slightly as he crosses his arms.

"Fine then." Phasma grinned then walked over and plopped himself down acrossed Severus's lap.

"So what do you have to teach me first?" Severus swallowed a rather inappropriate reply before staring at the boy in shock.

He tried to rise, to dump the impudent whelp on his far to tempting arse, but found himself unable to move. At first he thought he must be spelled to the spot, but then he realised that he, quite simply, did not want to move. The shock turned to out and out gobsmacked idiocy and he continued to stare at the young man in his lap. Phasma looked at him his blue eyes almost dareing to do anything. He couldnt but help notice that this man was very handsome. Severus regained himself and cleared his throat.

"If you would take a seat on the setee, we can begin."

"I am quite comfortable right here in this seat." Phasma squirmed slightly to get more comfortable and to press against the hardness was he beginning to feel in Severus's pants.

Severus showed no outer signs of his arousal, but he knew the boy must feel it. He shifte uncomfortably before looking Phasma directly in the eye.

"What is it you want, boy?" He asked.

Phasma smirked.

"Do you want my real answer or the answer your looking for?"

"Do not toy with me, young man." Severus said seriously.

He'd been used by far too many people and he'd be damned if he'd allow it from this child! Phasma saw that his eyes were deeply hurt.

"Im interested in you. Is that a crime?" Phasma didnt want to hurt him it was just that the man built a huge wall around him.

Severus looked away.

"That, boy, depends on whom you are talking to." Phasma slightly growls.

He didnt like having someone try and over analyze something as simple as sex. He wasnt going to sugar coat his desire. Phasma grabbed Severus's head and pulled him close claiming his lips hard. The hair he felt brush his cheeks was soft and carressed his cheeks. Severus was once again shocked into stillness. He watched the boy's dark lashes close over his bright eyes. After a moment, his power of movement came back, but without his sense of reason. He was throbbing under the confines of his trousers and the boy's lips felt too damn good. He kissed the Phasma hard, his tongue slipping past the soft lips to find it's counterpart waiting for him. As Severus' eyes drifted shut, he knew he would sorely regret this. Phasma groaned softly as he ran his tongue over Severus's teeth.

God this man tasted like warm ginger and vanilla. He ran his fingers through the mans hair feeling it's inky black silkiness. Quickly the boxers were becoming too tight. The kiss was quickly turning more passionate and his body was reacting accordingly. Severus pulled the boy toward him, his hand skating over his hardness as he pressed the boy against his lap. Phasma moans into his mouth as he turned into his lap so he was straddling Severus's waist. He bagan to grind his hips to Severus's. God he had never been this turned on before from a simple kiss. This man held a great power over him. The move seemed to snap Severus back to his senses and he pulled abruptly away from the kiss, bringing a hand to his lips and looking utterly horrified.

"N-no. You must stop. This is..." He looked away, guilt practically seeping from every pore.

How could he have allowed things to go so far? How could he have kissed--and touched!--this boy? He could not believe his own depravity. Phasma panted hard as he looked at Severus.

"You dont want to stop... this tells me so." Phasma grinded into him hard.

Severus jumped violently and grabbed Phasma's hand, pulling it away from his shameful reaction.

"No. This...cannot happen. It is wrong..." Phasma looked at him his eyes disbelief.

"You... you cant be serious! You reacted just as i did! You want me just as much as i want you!" Phasma leaned down kissing him hard again.

Severus took the boy's shoulders and pushed him away as he rose and made his way quickly away, not giving him time to follow. Once home, Severus poured himself a brandy with shaking hands and sat in his cold bedroom contemplating his sins.


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