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Eclair
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,578
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part the Third - Bribery
Éclair – Part the Third – Bribery
“Mr. Malfoy – you shall stay behind after class”
Draco looked around at all the other potions. Besides the Mudblood’s, which was horrifyingly perfect (he was sure she brewed it in secret prior to the lecture, and stowed a vial of it in her bag) his was the closest to the textbook color and consistency on the table. He wished it was not so, the effective castration of his delusions with regards to the future topic of conversation were quite awful enough.
“What do you think he wants, Malfoy?”
Potter seemed worried – it would have been rather sweet to see if his balls had not been on the line – and, he cringed internally, despite his promises to the contrary, he had not curbed his appetite within the last month. This was liable to go badly.
“Seven words for you Potter: Roof, Astronomy Tower, First Year Quidditch Practice”
Harry turned vermillion, and ducked beneath the table. The patented Malfoy smirk was upped to full wattage.
“Lucky first year though – would not mind having had a bird’s eye view of the show we were putting on”
Harry eeped and ran out of the classroom. Malfoy turned to his teacher, his shirttails coming untucked as he did so, and exposing some of his creamy white flesh. Snape swallowed hard as the boy strode towards the desk, completely oblivious of the show he was putting on. The instructor reigned his hormones in with the greatest of effort. It would not do to show any quarter in the careful dance he was about to play.
“Mr. Malfoy – I am sure that you know why I have asked you to remain.”
“Sir?”
“Fine Draco, I shall spell it out for you. Firstly, I would like to enquire as to what you were doing atop of the Astronomy Tower with young Potter. Would you care to enlighten me?”
“Sir, due to recent event, Potter and myself have found ourselves thrown together more often than not, what with all this Defense training. We found ourselves getting closer, and after having discussed our proclivities, decided to act upon them. I hope we did not do anything wrong sir? I was unaware of any school policy in this regard.”
Severus sighed – mentally berating Lucius for not sending him a reply sooner. He was at a loss whether to encourage the relationship between the young men. Fence-sitting being a favosporsport, he replied:
“No Draco, there is no policy against it – however both your choice in paramour, and the location of your tryst prompted me to enquire – I trust that there shall be no further repetitions – at least in the public domain. Now, if I may move on?”
“No, no repetitions in public sir, and please, by all means, continue.”
“Draco, do you recollect our conversation, almost two weeks ago now?”
“Yes sir.”
“And do you recollect that you had informed me that you would endeavor to correct your behavior over the next few days?”
“Yes sir.”
“Then Draco, would you care to enlighten me as to why your robes seem to be decreasing in size, and if this would have anything to do with the fact that in the last week I have yet to see you without something in that greedy little fist of yours, making its final trip into your gaping maw!”
Severus could not recollect at which point in the tirade he had stood up, all he knew was that his frustration, both due to the fact that the boy was so delectable, growing to look like his father more and more every day, and that the staff were taking bets on when Draco would be too large to fly, had taken over – and that young Mr. Malfoy was cowering in his chair, with his lower lip trembling.
He forced himself to calm down, and shakily lowered himself to the chair. Time for the silken glove – he thought.
“Draco, I’m sorry – but you do realize that there are repercussion due to this behavior. One of which is your flying.”
“Sir?”
“Draco, international standard brooms, like the one you fly, can only take a certain amount of load, to enable them to perform the very tight maneuvers one would expect. Hence, if this was to continue, which for the sake of Slytherin I hope it shall not, we, as in both Madame Hooch and myself – would have no option but to remove you as seeker.”
Draco paled. He had never thought of his quidditch being affected. ‘Bingo’ thought Snape – now time for the honey.
“However, I am sure that this way of life is not without, how can I put it delicately, its amusements - of which young Mr. Potter is one. I am sure that I can think of some added inducement to entice you to give up your mandmandizing. “
“Sir?”
“Would it be sufficient to note that down the corridor, there is an empty staff chamber, and the password for it is ‘vincere’?”
Draco’s smirk crawled up his cheeks.
“Perfectly sir”
“Then we understand each other – excellent”
Snape smiled. An owl to Lucius, a few more days, and he might be able to go and reclaim his lost potions text. He refused to enter the staff common room when the right wall was covered with enchanted betting forms.
“Mr. Malfoy – you shall stay behind after class”
Draco looked around at all the other potions. Besides the Mudblood’s, which was horrifyingly perfect (he was sure she brewed it in secret prior to the lecture, and stowed a vial of it in her bag) his was the closest to the textbook color and consistency on the table. He wished it was not so, the effective castration of his delusions with regards to the future topic of conversation were quite awful enough.
“What do you think he wants, Malfoy?”
Potter seemed worried – it would have been rather sweet to see if his balls had not been on the line – and, he cringed internally, despite his promises to the contrary, he had not curbed his appetite within the last month. This was liable to go badly.
“Seven words for you Potter: Roof, Astronomy Tower, First Year Quidditch Practice”
Harry turned vermillion, and ducked beneath the table. The patented Malfoy smirk was upped to full wattage.
“Lucky first year though – would not mind having had a bird’s eye view of the show we were putting on”
Harry eeped and ran out of the classroom. Malfoy turned to his teacher, his shirttails coming untucked as he did so, and exposing some of his creamy white flesh. Snape swallowed hard as the boy strode towards the desk, completely oblivious of the show he was putting on. The instructor reigned his hormones in with the greatest of effort. It would not do to show any quarter in the careful dance he was about to play.
“Mr. Malfoy – I am sure that you know why I have asked you to remain.”
“Sir?”
“Fine Draco, I shall spell it out for you. Firstly, I would like to enquire as to what you were doing atop of the Astronomy Tower with young Potter. Would you care to enlighten me?”
“Sir, due to recent event, Potter and myself have found ourselves thrown together more often than not, what with all this Defense training. We found ourselves getting closer, and after having discussed our proclivities, decided to act upon them. I hope we did not do anything wrong sir? I was unaware of any school policy in this regard.”
Severus sighed – mentally berating Lucius for not sending him a reply sooner. He was at a loss whether to encourage the relationship between the young men. Fence-sitting being a favosporsport, he replied:
“No Draco, there is no policy against it – however both your choice in paramour, and the location of your tryst prompted me to enquire – I trust that there shall be no further repetitions – at least in the public domain. Now, if I may move on?”
“No, no repetitions in public sir, and please, by all means, continue.”
“Draco, do you recollect our conversation, almost two weeks ago now?”
“Yes sir.”
“And do you recollect that you had informed me that you would endeavor to correct your behavior over the next few days?”
“Yes sir.”
“Then Draco, would you care to enlighten me as to why your robes seem to be decreasing in size, and if this would have anything to do with the fact that in the last week I have yet to see you without something in that greedy little fist of yours, making its final trip into your gaping maw!”
Severus could not recollect at which point in the tirade he had stood up, all he knew was that his frustration, both due to the fact that the boy was so delectable, growing to look like his father more and more every day, and that the staff were taking bets on when Draco would be too large to fly, had taken over – and that young Mr. Malfoy was cowering in his chair, with his lower lip trembling.
He forced himself to calm down, and shakily lowered himself to the chair. Time for the silken glove – he thought.
“Draco, I’m sorry – but you do realize that there are repercussion due to this behavior. One of which is your flying.”
“Sir?”
“Draco, international standard brooms, like the one you fly, can only take a certain amount of load, to enable them to perform the very tight maneuvers one would expect. Hence, if this was to continue, which for the sake of Slytherin I hope it shall not, we, as in both Madame Hooch and myself – would have no option but to remove you as seeker.”
Draco paled. He had never thought of his quidditch being affected. ‘Bingo’ thought Snape – now time for the honey.
“However, I am sure that this way of life is not without, how can I put it delicately, its amusements - of which young Mr. Potter is one. I am sure that I can think of some added inducement to entice you to give up your mandmandizing. “
“Sir?”
“Would it be sufficient to note that down the corridor, there is an empty staff chamber, and the password for it is ‘vincere’?”
Draco’s smirk crawled up his cheeks.
“Perfectly sir”
“Then we understand each other – excellent”
Snape smiled. An owl to Lucius, a few more days, and he might be able to go and reclaim his lost potions text. He refused to enter the staff common room when the right wall was covered with enchanted betting forms.