Summons

Chapter three: Encounter

Draco rounded a corner and nearly fell to the ground as he ran into the one he'd been chasing. He looked up into those eternally annoyed onyx eyes.

Snape arched an eyebrow."Mr. Malfoy, may I ask as to why you are stalking me this morning?"

The younger crossed his arms. "Can't I just ask to talk to my godfather?"

Severus sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why do I get the feeling I won't like where this leads?"

"Because," Draco glanced around. "Could we move to your rooms? I really don't want to discuss this out here."

Another sigh was issued from Snape before a nod. He continued to trek down the hall, Draco close behind. Upon locking and silencing the room, Snape rotated to his godson. "Alright."

The blonde bit his lip. "You might want to take a seat," he suggested.

Severus raised an eyebrow, moved to sit behind his desk. He folded his hands atop a small stack of ungraded papers, waiting. Malfoy began to pace, biting his lip, cradling his left arm. Snape's eyes widened as he realized where Draco's hand rested. He shot from his chair, leaning over his desk. "You've been marked?!"

Draco reeled. "What?!" He gave a glance to his arm where his godfather's eyes rested. "NO!" he yelled, releasing his arm. "You know how I feel about that creature!" He huffed out an angry breath. "How could you, for one moment think that I would go through with such a disgusting, degrading, loathsome ritual?"

The elder ran a hand through his hair. "I did."

"You really didn't have a choice," Draco commented softly.

A silence fell over them before Severus returned to his chair, clearing his throat. "Well, if that's not the reason we're here, then what seems to be the problem?"

Draco sighed, seating himself on a desk top. "I'm not sure how to say it, Sev."

"Truthfully," Snape replied.

Malfoy smirked, placing his elbows to his knees, chin in one hand. "Over the last few months I've been dreaming of...awkward positions. Pleasurable, but awkward."

"Oh, Merlin," Snape sighed. "Draco, you can not tell me that a few months ago was your first wet dream. What? Were you being pleasured by a guy? That doesn't always mean you're gay."

Draco stared at the man drolly. "I'm bi, Sev. Now, if you'll let me finish..."

"Fine," he heaved.

"Malfoy slicked his lips. "Sometimes it's me receiving the pleasure, and other times I'm watching him please a blurry figure. But, if it's not me he's with, he comes to me afterward, letting me lay claim to him."

He looked to his lap, folding his hands. "And no matter what the circumstances... he always looks at me, says my name. It doesn't matter if he's with someone else...it's always me he calls for. And there's this weird music, like chimes and that sort of stuff that just seems to radiate from him.

"Sev," he said, looking up. He frowned. "Severus...What's wrong?"

Snape didn't answer. He hurriedly grabbed a sheet of parchment, scribbling a note. "Dobby!" he yelled.

The house-elf with tennis ball eyes appeared with a pop. He cowered slightly. "Dobby's here, Sir."

"Take this to Dumbledore. NOW!"

There elf jumped, grabbing the note, popped out.

"What was that for?" Draco asked.

Snape gave his gaze to Draco. "I think you've come to."

"What?"

***

Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office. After returning to Gryffindor tower, he'd received an owl from the Headmaster saying that he was to be in his office ASAP.

So here he was, standing in front of the gargoyle statue...with no password. Damn Dumbledore and his forgetfulness.

"Uhm...Chocolate frogs?"

Nothing.

He went through an array of candies, hoping that the next would finally make the gargoyle jump aside. With a sigh, he muttered, "Skittles."

The gargoyle moved, allowing the spiral staircase to appear. Harry raised both his hands in the air. "Why me?!" he exasperated before making the trek to the office door.

He knocked twice, receiving word for entry.

"Harry," Dumbledore addressed him. "What took you, my boy?"

The raven-haired boy slumped into his usual seat, rubbing his temples as he threw a leg over the arm of the chair. "Skittles," he answered.

"Ah, I see," the Headmaster replied. "Well, let's get down to business, shall we?"

"Headmaster," Harry started, lifting his eyes. As he opened his mouth to speak, he quickly shut it features, going into a scowl. "What are you doing here?" he hissed.

Malfoy crossed his arms, smirking. "We have business to attend to, Potter."

"What business could I possibly have with you, Malfoy?" he spat.

Snape stepped from the shadows. "Perhaps we could allow the Headmaster to continue. I would hate to deduct points." He finished his statement with a grin.

Harry crossed his arms, glaring at the two Slytherins. He turned to face the Headmaster, eyes radiating that he felt betrayed. He should have known something was wrong...Dumbledore hadn't even offered him a lemon drop.

"Harry, have you been having dreams?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Everyone dreams, Professor. If you mean about Voldemort," he shot a glance to the other occupants. "No"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Not about that, Harry." He folded his hands, placing his chin on them. "Any...sexual dreams?"

Harry's anger turned to sudden embarrassment. He cast his eyes to Draco for a moment, blushing furiously. "Professor...I don't think-"

"He has," Draco cut him short.

Harry snapped his eyes to the blonde. "How the hell would you know?!"

Malfoy simply sneered. "I can smell it on you." At Harry's blank stare, he leaned over his chair. "I'm a Veela, Potter. My senses get stronger when I'm near you," he purred, trying his hardest to charm the boy.

"Why the hell-"

Malfoy chuckled darkly. "Because, you're my mate," he chided.

"Wha-" Harry got out before fainting.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting back his headache. "Way to woo him, Draco."
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Teaser:


He turned his face back to the blonde. "Drake, you can't live without him. He's the cocoa-puffs to your milk, the strawberry to your crème, the sun to your moon." He chuckled. "The Potter to your Malfoy." His eyes shimmered with amusement. "It's your move, Draco; what are you going to do?"