Misplaced Trust

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Phasma falls back as he watches Severus leave. Suddenly feeling like he had been kicked in the stomach.

"No..." he slowly got onto his knees as he sprang up onto his feet and ran up the stairs.

He threw open the door to Draco's room and ran to the bathroom. Draco startled awake, sitting up suddenly and glancing around, his wand held tightly in his hand.

"What in blue bloody hell?" Hermione sat up fast and looked at the bathroom.

She grabbed her robe throwing it on and knocking on the bathroom door.

"Phasma?" Draco watches Hermione before his mind catches up.

"Oh. Right." He says groggily, following.

"Phasma, are you alright?" Soft crying is heard inside the room.

"Just... go away please..." Phasma pleaded his nails digging into his wrists tearing the bandages on his open wounds.

Tears continued to fall down his cheeks. Draco frowned fiercely.

"What's happened? Open the door."

"Just... go away..." Phasma whimpered as his fingers dug deeper blood slowly dripping to the tile floor.

Hermione knelt down and looked under the door and gasped and began to bang on the door.

"Phasma stop it! Stop hurting yourself!" Draco growled and pulled Hermione back.

He magicked the door open and stared at Phasma in shock for a moment before his face went dark.

"What happened?" Phasma looked up fast seeing his brother making his hands come up showign his bloody nails.

"I... i feel like i was kicked." Draco's look gets more angry.

"Who kicked you?" He asks dangerously, obviously angry.

Hermione kneels down and looks at him. Hermione lifted his head showing eyes of a broken boy.

"Draco i think his heart was kicked not physically but emotionally." Draco looks confused.

"I...sorry?" Phasma starts to shake as Hermione pulls him close.

"Shhh... just breath Phasma... Draco i think Phasma may have been rejected by someone he fell in love with." Draco stares.

"My God, he's been here for five minutes! Who..." Draco covers his eyes.

"Please tell me he's not fallen for the bloody Potter git." Hermione glares at him.

"I doubt he would go for Harry since Bella's attached to him by the hip!" Hermione turns and looks at Phasma.

"Who is it? Is it someone who was here when you got here?" Phasma shook his head.

"He came through the fireplace..." Draco blinks.

"Someone's here?" Phasma shakes his head.

"He left... saying it was a mistake..." Hermione looks at him as her eyes widen.

"Are... you talking about Severus?" Phasma nods fast as he rests his head on Hermione's shoulder.

"Severus?! When was he here? And what exactly is going on?" Draco's cheeks are flushed.

He can't stand being confused, since it frustrates him to no end. Hermione ran her fingers through Phasma's hair trying to calm him down.

"He... said some guy... Dumble... named someone named... Potter an enemy... and was dangerous..." Phasma gulped down air as sobs continued to escape him.

Draco's heart dropped.

"Harry...bloody fuck." He covers his face with a hand.

Hermione continues to hold Phasma. Suddenly the fierce protectiviness for Phasma comes up.

"Get Severus to come here and fix Phasma's wrist." Draco stares.

"It's three in the morning! He'll have my head!" Hermione turns to him her eyes firey.

"He was obviously up long enough to come here. Even i know that he is a worse night owl than Voldemort!" Phasma whimpers slightly.

Draco nods and runs a comforting hand over Phasma's hair before leaving. On the way, he wonders exactly how he feels about this whole thing. He knows he loves and wants to protect his brother, but he can't seem to figure out just *how* he loves his brother...He shakes his head as he casts the floo powder into the fire and calls out severus' name. The fire call went unanswered as Pansy slowly walked into the parlour rubbing her eyes. Her hair was mussed up.

"Draco... what are you doing up this early?" Draco shakes his head.

"If I'm not back in an hour, avenge my death." He says as he steps, uninvited, into Severus' chambers.

Draco enters his former Potion's master's chambers and looks around. The house is dark and cold, as though the fire hadn't been lit in a long time. He wanders the halls, peeking into several dilapidated and empty rooms before coming to a closed door. He stares at the door for a moment, trying to decide if it's worth his life to open it. He reaches forward and feels a silencing spell entwined around it, causing him to frown. Was someone here? Surely Dumbledore didn't make housecalls...He decided not to call out, opening the door quietly.

Inside, he saw Severus, but not as he'd ever seen him before. there was a mostly empty bottle of brandy on the nightstand and Severus sprawled naked on his bed, his hard cock in his fist as he languidly stroked himself. Severus's sotted mind replayed Phasma's tight little body against his and the boy's tongue in his mouth as he pulled himself, his free hand pinching his already erect nipples. It isn't long before he's panting, his hips jutting forward as he groans and a strand of his seed shoots over his chest. Draco jerks back and slowly closes the door, his eyes wide and fearful. If Severus ever found out.... Pansy walks over looking at Draco.

"Draco why are you so pale?" She heard the slight sound of Severus's panting as she grinned.

"You saw him stroking himself didnt you?" Draco realizes that his opening the door cancelled the silencing spell and he grabs Pansy's arm, dragging her down the hall and stairs to the tiny living room.

"Breathe a word and I swear I will be forced to kill you." He says slowly, still unable to scrub the sight of the Potions master's cock from his brain.

"Oh, God." He groans, his hand covering his eyes. Pansy giggles.

"You liked that sight didnt you?" Pansy said as she crossed her arms.

"Go and talk to him about what you needed to talk to him about." Draco shakes his head vehemently.

"No. Not happening." He shakes his head again.

"I can't face him!" Pansy glares.

"Go do it damn it... such a baby you are." Pansy glares.

"Go do it damn it... such a baby you are." Draco swallowed and looked back up the hallway, then at Pansy once again.

He sighed. He walked to the opposite end of the hall, toward the top of the stairs before turning and tromping back toward Severus' door, making sure to make as much noise as possible. The door opened before he got there.

"What is the meaning of this?" Came the irritated voice of his robed professor.

Pansy walked after him looking at Snape. Draco paused, his mind replaying the scene he'd not meant to se before he gathered his wits.

"Er." he said intelligently. Snape growled.

"What *is* it, Mr. Malfoy?" he had little patience at the best of times, but now... Draco straightened.

"You need to come heal Phasma." Snape's mouth dropped open and his heart raced.

"What has happened?" Pansy suddenly was very confused.

"Wait what's wrong with Phasma?" she grabbed his arm.

Ron had talked about Hermione's friend and from what Harry said about the boy he was Draco's twin. That was rather interesting. Draco looked to Pansy and had no idea what to say. He turned back to Snape.

"It's not...life-threatening. You just...please?" Draco asked, a note of worry entering his voice as he remembered the sight of his brother hurting himself.

Snape heard his worry and nodded concisely.

"I will be along in a moment. You may go." Pansy nods slowly then pulls Draco out of the manor.

"What happened?" Draco leads Pansy back to the manor quietly, looking nervous.

"I...dont' think it is my place to say..." He responded.

Pansy slowly nods and leads him back into the LeStrange Manor. Hermione was standing by the couch.

"Is he coming?" Draco nodded.

"Yes. He said he'd be here-" There was a whoosh from the fireplace and Snape strode in, a black bag in his hand. "-soon."

"Where is he?" Snape asked with a bit more ferver then he'd meant to.

"He's up in our bathroom. I told him to take a bath and wait for you." Hermione glared at him.

Snape ignored the girl's obvious annoyance. He made his way quickly to the door of the bathroom before her words registered. Bath? Surely she didn't expect him to treat a nude patient...? He knocked on the door hesitantly.

"Who is it?" Phasma's voice weak.

"Open the door, brat." Snape snapped with annoyance.

There was soft footsteps moving over then the sound of something very solid hitting the door was heard. Snape frowned.

"Open the door this instant." There was a sickly silence from inside the bathroom.

Severus calmly retrieved his wand and unlocked the door, opening it and trying to not look like he was peeking in when that was precisely what he was doing. Phasma laid on the floor in the outfit from before but blood loss had made him collapse to the floor. His wrists still bleeding from the marks. Severus stared incredulously for a moment before the sight of the boy's blood galvanized him into action. He entered and shut the door behind him. Cleaning the blood from the boy's arms, he stared at the wounds.

No....he couldn't have....Severus shook his head and took a small vial from his bag, uncorking it with his teeth as he held the boy to his chest. He put his thumb to the corner of Phasma's mouth and tried to get him to open it for him. Phasma slowly opened his mouth his head was swimming in wet cement. He vaugely felt himself being held but he couldnt open his eyes. Severus poured the vile-tasting healing elixer into the Malfoy boy's mouth, forcing his jaw shut afterward and massaging his throat to make him swallow. Phasma gagged as he tried to spit it up but he swallowed it. Slowly he felt a cold chill move through him. The marks begin to slowly heal up.

"Stupid boy." Severus mumbled to himself. He glanced up and noticed the full bathtub, sighing.

He looked up to the ceiling as if to ask 'Why me?" and began undressing the unresisting youth. Slowly Phasma began to regain consiousness. He opened his bleary eyes looking at him.

"Sev..." Snape did not acknowledge the boy's remark except to correct him.

"Professor Snape." He said dourly, as he removed the last of Phasma's clothing.

He lifted the surprisingly light boy in his arms and laid him carefully in the steaming water. Phasma gasped at the water's heat then gripped Snape's shirt pulling him into the water with him. He was even surprised by his stregnth. Snape's eyes snapped wide and his arms pinwheeled for a moment before he fell into the tup with an almighty splash. He sputtered into a sitting position, looking like a dunked cat with his shocked face and clothes clinging to his skin. He stared at the boy in blatant disbelief. Phasma held onto him and looked into his eyes.

"Sev..." His hand begins to move over Snape's chest his body pressing to him.

"Sev..." Snape's heart kicked him in the chest and he froze, hands on the sides of the tub and knees folded beneath him.

He stared at Phasma, his breathing quickening and his pulse throbbing in his veins. No...no, he could not do this again! Phasma leans down and kisses his lips deeply. His body was on fire. He needed this man desperately. Severus fought for all of ten seconds before wrapping his arms tightly around the boy and holding him close. He slipped backward in the tub, water splashing over the sides, but he didn't care as Phasma's lips slid against his and their legs tangled together. Phasma moaned running his fingers through his hair. God this man turned him on with the slightest touch. He ran his hand down Severus's sides. Severus shivered, the water's heat doing little to keept the gooseflesh from his skin.

He sat up a bit, pressing forward and grabbing the sides of the tub. Phasma purrs and thrusts his tongue into Severus's mouth. His fingers slowly pulled his shirt out of his pants. Phasma purrs and thrusts his tongue into Severus's mouth. His fingers slowly pulled his shirt out of his pants. Severus released a pained groan as he pressed closer to Phasma's heated body. This...was not right. What was he doing? How could he let his desires get so far out of hand...It was his own fault. Teenagers were not preciesely known for their control of their hormones. No, it was up to him to halt this...but he very much didn't want to. Phasma runs his hands up Severus's chest. His fingers moved over Severus's hard nipples. They were so hard and little Phasma felt his mouth water as he continued to kiss this man.

Draco shifted in his chair in the parlour and turned to Hermione.

"They've been in there for a long time..." Hermione shakes her head.

"Leave them alone." Phasma nibbled on Severus's lip.

Draco turns away, his leg twitching rythmically. Behind the bathroom door, Severus is torn between Heaven and Hell as Phasma's body pressed to his. One of his hands, without his input, ran down the boy's back to his arse, pressing him closer to his own growning hardness. His fingers played along the boy's crease teasingly. Phasma moaned loud and bucked into him then moved his hand down. Past his belt buckle and gently began to pet his cock. Severus shuddered and froze. His eyes opened wide and he groaned, a sound of utter pain and despair.

"No." He said quietly, pulling back, both hands on Phasma's chest as he looked away from the enticing image.

Phasma's fingers wrapped around him stroking him.

"Yes... you want this..." Severus drew in a weak breath and gritted his teeth, taking Phasma's hands and pushing them away from him.

"But I cannot have it." He stood quietly, water sloshing from his clothing and over the side of the tub.

He stepped out with as much dignity as he had left, taking his wand and casting a drying spell on himself.

"You should finish your bath and get some rest. The potion may have healed you, but the stress on your body from it doing so is still present." Phasma kneels in the bathtub as he looks at the water not saying a word.

"Why..." Severus straightens his clothing, smoothing his hair.

At the sound of Phasma's voice, he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Because I am not a debaucher of children." He quickly exits the room, ignoring the spreading pool of water soaking into Draco's carpet on the other side.

Phasma hangs his head as he feels his heart being stomped on. Why was this man who was being turned on by his hands running away? He was going to get this man to sleep with him if it killed him. He quickly got out of the tub and grabbed a robe from Draco's closet. He found it funny that he was borrowing a lot of Draco's clothes. Severus paused in the hallway, leaning against the wall and dropping his head back with a thunk. He breathed deeply, his eyes closed as he tried to compose himself. His heartrate slowly steadied, but the ache refused to go away. He bit his lip and let out a shuddery sigh. Phasma walked out of the room and stood a few feet from where Severus was. He looked at him with hard eyes.

"You wont get away again Severus..." The potions master didn't show any sign of surprise as he slowly turned his head to look at the boy, his eyes dark with a sad lonliness very few could fathom.

"You do not understand." He stated quietly.

Phasma looked at him.

"If you stop fighting me i can stop your sadness." Severus chuckled but there was little humor in it.

"There is no cure for what I have done, boy." He turns again to look at the Malfoy child.

He cannot bring himself to say Phasma doesn't understand, because he suspects he does.

"I kill people. Often." He said instead, his voice hollow with the soul-cracking reality of the murders he has committed in another man's cause.

Phasma looks at him and walks towards him.

"My hands arent exactly clean. I strangled a boy no younger than me because he wanted to go with my man at the time. I saw the light in his eyes flicker out." Phasma slowly stood by him.

Chills run down Severus' spine. Someone so young should not speak of such things with experience.

"It changes nothing. I am too old...too bitter...too unattractive for someone such as yourself." Phasma slaps him hard.

"And im a bloody whore. Now who do you think is better? Someone whose just a few years into his prime or someone whose body has been used more than a toilet seat!" Phasma felt venom filling his words as he looked at the man.

Color drained from Severus' face for what felt like the hundredth time today.

"Surely Dumbledore would not..." Severus bit his tongue.

Of course he would. The old man would have no problem putting this beautiful boy in a position where whoring was his only way out.

"I....apologise." He said stiffly.

Phasma stepped in front of him.

"If you are sorry then show me. Show me how sorry you are." Phasma looks at him desperate to feel that warm feeling in the giant hole in his heart.

Severus' eyes squeeze shut.

"I cannot." He says, fear clenching his heart.

Of the many many sexual encounters he'd had, not a single one had been consentual. He'd been whored out himself by Dumbledore, when he'd been so sure Dumbledore was his only way to forgiveness. He had reaped no benefits from the use of his body and had often needed healing afterwards. His looks had never been overlovely, but he was slender and pale and that was enough for many. Severus sighed. He did not think he even knew how to make love without pain... Phasma had hit his limit. He grabbed Severus around the throat pinning him to the wall.

"Damn it... your so... cruel... you make me... feel... warm but then... you just wont give in..." Phasma growls as tears fall down his cheeks.

His hands grip his throat tight enough to make it difficult to breath but not hard enough to stop him from talking. Severus shook his head.

"This..." He said, seeming to have no trouble breathing or speaking around the boy's grip. "is my fault. I cannot...be...with anyone. I..." he looked away, the pain and sadness in his eyes like a yawning cavern of black emptiness. "...I cannot." he finished in a whisper.

Phasma grips his throat tighter as he continues to cry.

"Tell me! Tell me why you cant! After what you know of me... why cant you accept me!" Phasma didnt care that he was getting louder and sounding more and more desperate.

He wanted Severus badly to tell him he loved him but the bastard wasnt doing it! Something in Severus snapped. He reared forward, pushing Phasma against the opposite wall.

"Put yourself in a room full of people who only see the bloody mark on your arm and expect them to have mercy on you because the only man you've ever trusted in the world toldyou they would. Imagine them with vile ideas and sharp blades. You, bleeding on the floor, fucked by each and every one of them witho only your own blood for lubrication." Severus' eyes were wild and his lips drawn back from his teeth. "Each of them branding you in their own way, leaving marks over your back and legs that you can never- ever- remove. See yourself in that situation and tell me, boy. Tell me you can freely give yourself to another after that!" Phasma looks at him as he doesnt show the words surprised him.

"We are alike..." Phasma looks away slightly. "Muggles are... much crueler than wizards..." Phasma rests his head on Severus's shoulder. "Being thrown to the curb... abandoned... having no one but my own self... to look out for..." His head was feeling very dizzy. "I found a way to live by giving myself to every man that would pay... what they wanted... what they desired... i did... i soon..." he starts to feel his vision swimming. The stregnth he had was now gone. "lost... myself..." Severus could no more resist wrapping the boy in his arms than he could stop breathing.

He held Phasma close to him and released a shuddery sigh. Every defence in him seemed to crumble when pitted against the look in Phasma's eyes.

"I...can promise you nothing...you understand." He stated quietly. "But..." Severus licked his lips and locked eyes with Phasma's. "I will...try." Phasma holds onto him looking into his eyes as an almost serene smile graced his lips.

"Thank you..." His voice barely a whisper as he passes out.

Severus easily swings the boy up into his arms as Draco reaches the top of the stairs and shouts down to Hermione.

"I *told* you I heard something!" He looked over Phasma worriedly. "Is he okay?" Severus stared at Draco silently, honestly unsure of how to answer that.

Phasma lays in Severus's arms as Hermione steps up the stairs. She looked at Phasma then turned to Severus.

"Your not going to break him are you?" Severus lifted a brow.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Granger?" Hermione crosses her arms.

"He's a very close friend of mine. I dont want to see him hurt." Severus rolled his eyes, wondering if there was a person in the world that cared if *he* got hurt.

"I will not harm your precious boy. Now, if you will excuse me. He needs his rest." Severus swept past the two before realizing he wasn't sure where Phasma slept.

He glanced to Draco with a brow raised. Draco snickered and pointed to the correct door. Severus nodded and kicked open the door, depositing Phasma delicately on the bed. Phasma gripped his shirt not letting go.

"Please stay..." he clutched onto him tight.

Severus paused, glancing to the door where Draco was looking on in avid curiosity. He snarled at the younger Malfoy.

"Get out! And shut the door!" Draco jumped violently, but did so, turning to Hermione.

"You don't think they'll...er....do you?" Hermione sighs softly.

"Not yet... i think they both just need the comfort of another right now." Hermione takes Draco's hand. "But as for the baby of the Malfoy family you need some attention." Draco thought about glaring at her for the baby remark, but changed his mind when the rest of her words caught up with him.

He smiled instead and winked at her.

"Really." Hermione nods as she pulls him into the room was Phasma pulls Severus onto his bed.

Severus paused long enough to remove his cloak and boots before sighing and crawling into the bed beside Phasma. He wrapped the boy in his arms and tried not to think about what it took to get him here. Phasma wraps his arms around him as he breathes in his scent.

"My Severus..." Phasma coos hoping that the future will be better for them.

"Finally." Severus mutters with a chuckle, glad he seemed to have gotten over the 'Sev" nickname.

Phasma's face was soft and very sweet looking. His pouty lips were perfect for a woman and was the also perfect for a whore. His body was also perfect for it. The worst part was that unlike Severus there was no physical marks on his perfect skin. All the scars were inside. Severus sighed, wondering what mistake the cosmo's had made to give such a beautiful creature to him of all people...and when would he be taken away...

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