Path of the serpent
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Title: Path of the serpent
Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL and SS/DM on the side
Rating: story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: highly appreciated!
Disclaimer: nope, still don’t own them. J.K. Rowling still does. Damn.
Warnings: mwah... slash = male/male = can get smutty at times....
Category: all over the place
Summary: Lucius still refuses to share Severus. Severus couldn’t agree more.
A/N: betas are underlucius and silentpawz. This chapter is for Trax Knight. She will know why.
30/?
Walking back to the bedroom had been quite a task, undressing wasn’t. As long as Lucius made sure to support himself and have one hand gripping the bedpost at all times, he was able to get naked within a minute or two.
“You didn’t think I could still manage that, did you?” Grinning triumphantly Lucius looked down at his lover who, as soon as his legs had touched the bed, had just thrown himself on it and now was laying motionless on his back, watching every move the aristocrat made.
“No, didn’t think you could,” Severus admitted, staring up at the man who now straddled his legs and gave him a disapproving glare. “What?”
“Your clothes... off!” Lucius grunted.
“As if that would lead to anything. I’m not going to make all that effort when you are obviously too drunk to perform anyway.”
“I’m NOT dlunk!” Lucius snapped, narrowing his eyes while grabbing his wand. “Nudo!”
For a moment the potions master felt panic - an intoxicated wizard and magic was never a good combination... He quietly thanked Merlin (and Circe, just to be sure) after discovering all had gone well. He was now naked.
“Much better.” The blond aristocrat disposed of his wand and let his eyes roam hungrily over the body in front of him. Delicious. To say the least. “You’re mine.”
Lucius bend forward and claimed the mouth of the dark haired wizard with fierce determination. Severus moaned contentedly and arched his back to feel as much of his lover’s naked skin as possible. Which was particulahardhard to do as Lucius was now slowly sliding down, kissing and biting every inch of bare skin he encountered, all the time talking to himself.
At first the potions master didn’t pay too much attention to the constant mumbling but when Lucius’ voice as well as his actions became increasingly forceful and rough, he began to listen. It was obvious that the man was working off some rather disturbing thoughts.
“... pretend to play along...” kiss on his stomach, “...you would turn out to be sterile...” a not so gentle bite just above his belly button, “...and I can miscarry all the time while you’d be unable to get pregnant...” the slightly frustrated voice muttered.
“Sounds good although I don’t know if-AH!” A real vicious bite on his left hipbone made Severus’ hips buckle with appreciation and encouragement while he moaned loudly. “More..”
“As if I would only marry you for the sex! To even suggest such a thing...!” Lucius stopped and suddenly sat up again, glaring angrily at his lover. “Do you know he wants to SLEEP with you? Just to see if you’re good in bed?”
The dark haired wizard immediately started to feel sick and opened his mouth to refuse but the blond aristocrat was already focusing on his body again, placing both hands just below both collarbones, burying his nails into the flesh there. Severus gasped, closing his eyes for a moment.
“He will NOT sleep with you! I will not let him! He will NOT put his cock inside MY lover, not for as long as I live! You are mine and mine alone!” The nails penetrated the skin and drew blood. Then they very slowly trailed downwards, leaving bloody stripes wherever they had been. The potions master grabbed the headboard, feeling his body tense from the pain. Exquisite, all-consuming pain. He felt the nails scrape over his hipbones and again his hips started to buck in anticipation. Oh gods, that felt soooo good...
“Yesssss...” he hissed, trying to suppress a pathetic whimper, but to no avail.
“Turn around,” Lucius ordered. Severus obeyed willingly. Immediately the nails continued their bloody work, starting on his shoulders and agonizingly slowly travelling down over his back, buttocks and further. By the time they got to the back of his knees, the dark haired wizard was shuddering, gasping for breath and begging shamelessly just to ‘fuck me, dammit!’
The blond aristocrat grabbed the bottle of brandy that stood next to the bed and finished its content in one swift go, muttered something about ‘...snot going t’happen...” and, after some quick preparing, finally entered his husband-to-be slowly, sighing contentedly. His dark haired lover grunted when all of Lucius’ weight pressed him down into the mattress. Apparently the man was in the mood for some snuggling of some sort because he only did that when he wanted to cuddle – which didn’t happen often. But when nothing else happened and the extra weight became more of a burden, Severus turned his face to the side.
“Er, Lucius?”
The answer came in the form of the typical rhythmical deep breathing of someone fast asleep.
“Oh, great... just great...” Suppressing the urge to holler and slap his lover, the potions master rolled the aristocrat off of him and gave him a disgusted look before rolling over and turning his back to him. Not only had the bloody bastard drank the last brandy without offering him some, he had the nerve to fall asleep?! Oh, how he would make the man pay for that later!
Severus awoke from the sound of a running shower and sleepily checked the time – 05.30 am. Way too early. But then again, Lucius would want to leave before the halls were buzzing with student life again.
Rubbing his hands through his face and hair, the Slytherin Head of House decided to join his lover and, after some serious yawning and stretching, got up.
“You snored terribly,” he greeted his lover, stepping under the shower with him.
“I do not snore.” Lucius gave him a haughty glare, obviously insulted by the grumpy remark.
“You took in oxygen rather loudly then.” The potions master was not in the mood for any form of verbal debate and grabbed the sponge out of the hands of the aristocrat. “I do hope you have a hangover?”
“My, my, are we in a foul mood today... “ Lucius gave him a bored look and snatched the sponge back again with a provoking smirk.
“Stop it! You are behaving like such a child!” Severus snarled, trying to get possession of the sponge again, without any luck.
“Oh yes, and your behaviour testifies of real maturity, doesn’t it?” The aristocrat countered the now rather deadly stare with an amused chuckle. “Something bothering you, my love? Mmm? Perhaps you feel neglected? Since you don’t hold any power over me, I won’t apologize for last night but I’m certain I can make up for it in other ways. Allow me?” Lucius threw the sponge to the floor, filling his hands with the liquid soap and with thorough movements started to soap the body of his lover in the most seductive manner possible. By the time he had taken care of his back, he progressed with the front and was soon greeted by a leaking erection. He took it into his mouth without any hesitation and was rewarded with a loud groan. The potions master gasped for air and moaned again. It took only seconds before he came violently and slumped back against the wall, feeling empty and boneless.
“Well, now, you were rather needy, weren’t you?” came the soft whisper next to his ear before two strong warm hands turned him over and started to caress his shoulders and back. Soon a tongue joined in, trailing all the way down his spine. Severus’ body jerked with anticipation the moment it came to his cleft and he desperately tried to hold himself upright when the skilled tongue slid down further, entered him and started to fuck him in the most delicious way he’d ever had the fortune to experience.
“Oh gods...can’t hold...gonna come, gonna come... “ His hips bucked wildly, with a life of their own.
“No, you’re not... not yet, anyway.” Lucius grabbed the base of his lover’s cock and squeezed it while slowly entering him. He stopped long enough for the potions master to somewhat calm down and then started to move in slow, deep thrusts. Severus sighed happily and leaned back to make sure he felt the naked flesh of his husband-to-be everywhere.
The blond aristocrat smiled when he watched the head in front of him fall to the side and just knew the potions master had his eyes closed and his mouth half open. And while keeping a steady pace, he attached his lips to the neck in front of him and made sure he marked that beautiful flesh as his.
“Lucius, please... let me come now...” the dark haired wizard panted. This slow pace was driving him crazy! “I want to come... I need to come.”
“Not until I say you ” Fo” For the second time Lucius grabbed hold of the base of his lover’s cock and prevented the Slytherin Head of House from achieving release. Severus growled in frustration. “Think of something else, Sev. The Potter boy, perhaps?” Lucius chuckled.
“Don’t say things like that! Not if you want me to be completely turned off,” the potions master snapped, although it did do the trick. He managed to calm down enough to postpone his orgasm and just relish the delicate touches again.
Until Lucius suddenly buried his nails into his hips and made the thrusts harder and harder.
“Now, Sev, come now...” Lucius groaned at the same time as his lover came violently. They both held on to each other as their orgasms roared through their bodies and consumed them.
“Oh Merlin... that was so good... “ Severus came to life first, turned around and dove in for a deep kiss. The blond aristocrat lazily gave him what he wanted and then moaned while grabbing his head.
“”What?” Immediately concern kicked in.
“Just remembered why I never want to have sex when I’m suffering from a hangover,” his lover mumbled. “I think there are giants playing Quidditch in my head... “
“Good.” Severus smirked, shut off the shower and stepped out, carefully drying himself off.
“It absolutely leaves you cold, doesn’t it?” Lucius complained, getting a towel himself.
“Totally. And I will also not give you a potion for your hang-over - you deserve every minute of it. Your behaviour WAS rather despicable.” With that, the potions master left the bathroom and got dressed, ignoring the sulking stare he felt prickling in his back.
“Ah, come on, Sev... “ Against better judgement, the blond aristocrat tried his ‘feeling- helpless-and-miserable-and-really-need-your-help’ approach.
“Absolutely not in consideration,” Severus snarled, putting on his boots without looking up.
Lucius tried another approach. “You are so heartless. Will you be as heartless as this once we are married too?” The look in his eyes told the potions master he was being challenged.
“Definitely.” He straightened his clothes one last time and stopped. They stared at each other in silence, as if searching for something in the other. The atmosphere had changed somewhat.
“You wouldn’t be attracted to me if I wasn’t. You are an intelligent, cold, manipulating, ruthless bastard who needs someone who will ground you and bring you into line again and again.” The dark haired wizard looked thoughtful at his lover. Thoughtful and even somewhat vulnerable. “You are also extremely demanding, becoming bored easily and need to be challenged on a regular basis and I dare say that I”m the only one capable of giving you just that.”
“You are so right... “ Lucius cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Guess that means we will continue to play many dirty tricks on each other in the years to come and probably fight a lot.”
“That is the plan,” the potions master nodded while the corners of his mouth curled up a fraction.
“I am looking forward to it, I must say.” The blond aristocrat, now also fully dressed again, got his cloak, cane and gloves and walked towards the door. He opened it, made sure it was safe and stepped outside while turning around to face his lover. “Oh, and do remind me to repay all those lovely compliments one of these days, will you?”
He gave Severus a mock-insulted glare and with that left his husband-to-be.
The potions master closed the door and sighed deeply, suddenly feeling torn between nervousness and provocative behaviour. Today was Tuesday. In less then a hour countless owls would deliver their morning posts. Daily Prophets. Lots of them. It would surely-
“Who is it?” A knock on the door prevented him from following that thought.
“Draco, sir,” came the soft voice from the other end. Ah yes...
“Come in, Draco.” The Slytherin Head of House watched his future apprentice enter.
“I just wanted to be the first one to congratulate you with the upcoming marriage, sir.” The young Malfoy spoke politely.
“Thank you, Draco, that is very kind.”
“Oh yes, sir, I am. Really. I can visit my mother whenever I want and I’ve managed to get a good deal for myself out of it too, so...” Draco grinned cheekily.
“So I heard. You did very well there. We might make a true Slytherin out of you after all,” the potions master eyed him approvingly. “Your father was very proud of you. And so am I.”
“He was? He told you that?” For some reason that knowledge seemed to move the young
Slytherin deeply.
“Indeed. He even referred to you as his ‘whelp’ and that is saying something.”
“’’Whelp?’” Draco snorted and looked somewhat sour. “He DOES know I am not a Gryffindor, right?”
“He is fully aware of that, I can assure you. It’s quite simple, really – when he refers to you as ‘Draco’ or his ‘son’, he is pleased with you. If he calls you his ‘little serpent’, he is stating that he loves you in his underhanded way, but if he refers to you as his ‘whelp’, you are making him very, very proud. It’s a teasing contradiction he thought up to prevent others from thinking he also has a softer side... and don’t you ever mention knowing all this.” Severus gave the boy a stern look, which seemed to have lost its effectiveness at the moment. Draco just kept on smiling and looking very pleased.
“And if he ever calls you ‘that boy’, I suggest you run like hell,” the dark haired wizard added, while gesturing towards the door. “Now you go back to your fellow Slytherins. It’s almost time for breakfast.”
“And for hell to break loose. Good luck, sir.” Draco gave his Head of House a knowing look.
“Thank you, Draco. And thank you for giving your blessings. That means a lot to me.” If he was surprised by the insight and understanding the young Malfoy displayed, Severus did not show it. They both knew Draco was right. Hell would break loose. And not just inside the walls of Hogwarts.
Feeling his provocative side taking over, the potions master left his dungeons thirty minutes later and joined his colleagues at the Head table in the Great Hall, as always greeting everyone with a curt nod before concentrating on his breakfast.
Then the owls came.
Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL and SS/DM on the side
Rating: story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: highly appreciated!
Disclaimer: nope, still don’t own them. J.K. Rowling still does. Damn.
Warnings: mwah... slash = male/male = can get smutty at times....
Category: all over the place
Summary: Lucius still refuses to share Severus. Severus couldn’t agree more.
A/N: betas are underlucius and silentpawz. This chapter is for Trax Knight. She will know why.
30/?
Walking back to the bedroom had been quite a task, undressing wasn’t. As long as Lucius made sure to support himself and have one hand gripping the bedpost at all times, he was able to get naked within a minute or two.
“You didn’t think I could still manage that, did you?” Grinning triumphantly Lucius looked down at his lover who, as soon as his legs had touched the bed, had just thrown himself on it and now was laying motionless on his back, watching every move the aristocrat made.
“No, didn’t think you could,” Severus admitted, staring up at the man who now straddled his legs and gave him a disapproving glare. “What?”
“Your clothes... off!” Lucius grunted.
“As if that would lead to anything. I’m not going to make all that effort when you are obviously too drunk to perform anyway.”
“I’m NOT dlunk!” Lucius snapped, narrowing his eyes while grabbing his wand. “Nudo!”
For a moment the potions master felt panic - an intoxicated wizard and magic was never a good combination... He quietly thanked Merlin (and Circe, just to be sure) after discovering all had gone well. He was now naked.
“Much better.” The blond aristocrat disposed of his wand and let his eyes roam hungrily over the body in front of him. Delicious. To say the least. “You’re mine.”
Lucius bend forward and claimed the mouth of the dark haired wizard with fierce determination. Severus moaned contentedly and arched his back to feel as much of his lover’s naked skin as possible. Which was particulahardhard to do as Lucius was now slowly sliding down, kissing and biting every inch of bare skin he encountered, all the time talking to himself.
At first the potions master didn’t pay too much attention to the constant mumbling but when Lucius’ voice as well as his actions became increasingly forceful and rough, he began to listen. It was obvious that the man was working off some rather disturbing thoughts.
“... pretend to play along...” kiss on his stomach, “...you would turn out to be sterile...” a not so gentle bite just above his belly button, “...and I can miscarry all the time while you’d be unable to get pregnant...” the slightly frustrated voice muttered.
“Sounds good although I don’t know if-AH!” A real vicious bite on his left hipbone made Severus’ hips buckle with appreciation and encouragement while he moaned loudly. “More..”
“As if I would only marry you for the sex! To even suggest such a thing...!” Lucius stopped and suddenly sat up again, glaring angrily at his lover. “Do you know he wants to SLEEP with you? Just to see if you’re good in bed?”
The dark haired wizard immediately started to feel sick and opened his mouth to refuse but the blond aristocrat was already focusing on his body again, placing both hands just below both collarbones, burying his nails into the flesh there. Severus gasped, closing his eyes for a moment.
“He will NOT sleep with you! I will not let him! He will NOT put his cock inside MY lover, not for as long as I live! You are mine and mine alone!” The nails penetrated the skin and drew blood. Then they very slowly trailed downwards, leaving bloody stripes wherever they had been. The potions master grabbed the headboard, feeling his body tense from the pain. Exquisite, all-consuming pain. He felt the nails scrape over his hipbones and again his hips started to buck in anticipation. Oh gods, that felt soooo good...
“Yesssss...” he hissed, trying to suppress a pathetic whimper, but to no avail.
“Turn around,” Lucius ordered. Severus obeyed willingly. Immediately the nails continued their bloody work, starting on his shoulders and agonizingly slowly travelling down over his back, buttocks and further. By the time they got to the back of his knees, the dark haired wizard was shuddering, gasping for breath and begging shamelessly just to ‘fuck me, dammit!’
The blond aristocrat grabbed the bottle of brandy that stood next to the bed and finished its content in one swift go, muttered something about ‘...snot going t’happen...” and, after some quick preparing, finally entered his husband-to-be slowly, sighing contentedly. His dark haired lover grunted when all of Lucius’ weight pressed him down into the mattress. Apparently the man was in the mood for some snuggling of some sort because he only did that when he wanted to cuddle – which didn’t happen often. But when nothing else happened and the extra weight became more of a burden, Severus turned his face to the side.
“Er, Lucius?”
The answer came in the form of the typical rhythmical deep breathing of someone fast asleep.
“Oh, great... just great...” Suppressing the urge to holler and slap his lover, the potions master rolled the aristocrat off of him and gave him a disgusted look before rolling over and turning his back to him. Not only had the bloody bastard drank the last brandy without offering him some, he had the nerve to fall asleep?! Oh, how he would make the man pay for that later!
Severus awoke from the sound of a running shower and sleepily checked the time – 05.30 am. Way too early. But then again, Lucius would want to leave before the halls were buzzing with student life again.
Rubbing his hands through his face and hair, the Slytherin Head of House decided to join his lover and, after some serious yawning and stretching, got up.
“You snored terribly,” he greeted his lover, stepping under the shower with him.
“I do not snore.” Lucius gave him a haughty glare, obviously insulted by the grumpy remark.
“You took in oxygen rather loudly then.” The potions master was not in the mood for any form of verbal debate and grabbed the sponge out of the hands of the aristocrat. “I do hope you have a hangover?”
“My, my, are we in a foul mood today... “ Lucius gave him a bored look and snatched the sponge back again with a provoking smirk.
“Stop it! You are behaving like such a child!” Severus snarled, trying to get possession of the sponge again, without any luck.
“Oh yes, and your behaviour testifies of real maturity, doesn’t it?” The aristocrat countered the now rather deadly stare with an amused chuckle. “Something bothering you, my love? Mmm? Perhaps you feel neglected? Since you don’t hold any power over me, I won’t apologize for last night but I’m certain I can make up for it in other ways. Allow me?” Lucius threw the sponge to the floor, filling his hands with the liquid soap and with thorough movements started to soap the body of his lover in the most seductive manner possible. By the time he had taken care of his back, he progressed with the front and was soon greeted by a leaking erection. He took it into his mouth without any hesitation and was rewarded with a loud groan. The potions master gasped for air and moaned again. It took only seconds before he came violently and slumped back against the wall, feeling empty and boneless.
“Well, now, you were rather needy, weren’t you?” came the soft whisper next to his ear before two strong warm hands turned him over and started to caress his shoulders and back. Soon a tongue joined in, trailing all the way down his spine. Severus’ body jerked with anticipation the moment it came to his cleft and he desperately tried to hold himself upright when the skilled tongue slid down further, entered him and started to fuck him in the most delicious way he’d ever had the fortune to experience.
“Oh gods...can’t hold...gonna come, gonna come... “ His hips bucked wildly, with a life of their own.
“No, you’re not... not yet, anyway.” Lucius grabbed the base of his lover’s cock and squeezed it while slowly entering him. He stopped long enough for the potions master to somewhat calm down and then started to move in slow, deep thrusts. Severus sighed happily and leaned back to make sure he felt the naked flesh of his husband-to-be everywhere.
The blond aristocrat smiled when he watched the head in front of him fall to the side and just knew the potions master had his eyes closed and his mouth half open. And while keeping a steady pace, he attached his lips to the neck in front of him and made sure he marked that beautiful flesh as his.
“Lucius, please... let me come now...” the dark haired wizard panted. This slow pace was driving him crazy! “I want to come... I need to come.”
“Not until I say you ” Fo” For the second time Lucius grabbed hold of the base of his lover’s cock and prevented the Slytherin Head of House from achieving release. Severus growled in frustration. “Think of something else, Sev. The Potter boy, perhaps?” Lucius chuckled.
“Don’t say things like that! Not if you want me to be completely turned off,” the potions master snapped, although it did do the trick. He managed to calm down enough to postpone his orgasm and just relish the delicate touches again.
Until Lucius suddenly buried his nails into his hips and made the thrusts harder and harder.
“Now, Sev, come now...” Lucius groaned at the same time as his lover came violently. They both held on to each other as their orgasms roared through their bodies and consumed them.
“Oh Merlin... that was so good... “ Severus came to life first, turned around and dove in for a deep kiss. The blond aristocrat lazily gave him what he wanted and then moaned while grabbing his head.
“”What?” Immediately concern kicked in.
“Just remembered why I never want to have sex when I’m suffering from a hangover,” his lover mumbled. “I think there are giants playing Quidditch in my head... “
“Good.” Severus smirked, shut off the shower and stepped out, carefully drying himself off.
“It absolutely leaves you cold, doesn’t it?” Lucius complained, getting a towel himself.
“Totally. And I will also not give you a potion for your hang-over - you deserve every minute of it. Your behaviour WAS rather despicable.” With that, the potions master left the bathroom and got dressed, ignoring the sulking stare he felt prickling in his back.
“Ah, come on, Sev... “ Against better judgement, the blond aristocrat tried his ‘feeling- helpless-and-miserable-and-really-need-your-help’ approach.
“Absolutely not in consideration,” Severus snarled, putting on his boots without looking up.
Lucius tried another approach. “You are so heartless. Will you be as heartless as this once we are married too?” The look in his eyes told the potions master he was being challenged.
“Definitely.” He straightened his clothes one last time and stopped. They stared at each other in silence, as if searching for something in the other. The atmosphere had changed somewhat.
“You wouldn’t be attracted to me if I wasn’t. You are an intelligent, cold, manipulating, ruthless bastard who needs someone who will ground you and bring you into line again and again.” The dark haired wizard looked thoughtful at his lover. Thoughtful and even somewhat vulnerable. “You are also extremely demanding, becoming bored easily and need to be challenged on a regular basis and I dare say that I”m the only one capable of giving you just that.”
“You are so right... “ Lucius cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Guess that means we will continue to play many dirty tricks on each other in the years to come and probably fight a lot.”
“That is the plan,” the potions master nodded while the corners of his mouth curled up a fraction.
“I am looking forward to it, I must say.” The blond aristocrat, now also fully dressed again, got his cloak, cane and gloves and walked towards the door. He opened it, made sure it was safe and stepped outside while turning around to face his lover. “Oh, and do remind me to repay all those lovely compliments one of these days, will you?”
He gave Severus a mock-insulted glare and with that left his husband-to-be.
The potions master closed the door and sighed deeply, suddenly feeling torn between nervousness and provocative behaviour. Today was Tuesday. In less then a hour countless owls would deliver their morning posts. Daily Prophets. Lots of them. It would surely-
“Who is it?” A knock on the door prevented him from following that thought.
“Draco, sir,” came the soft voice from the other end. Ah yes...
“Come in, Draco.” The Slytherin Head of House watched his future apprentice enter.
“I just wanted to be the first one to congratulate you with the upcoming marriage, sir.” The young Malfoy spoke politely.
“Thank you, Draco, that is very kind.”
“Oh yes, sir, I am. Really. I can visit my mother whenever I want and I’ve managed to get a good deal for myself out of it too, so...” Draco grinned cheekily.
“So I heard. You did very well there. We might make a true Slytherin out of you after all,” the potions master eyed him approvingly. “Your father was very proud of you. And so am I.”
“He was? He told you that?” For some reason that knowledge seemed to move the young
Slytherin deeply.
“Indeed. He even referred to you as his ‘whelp’ and that is saying something.”
“’’Whelp?’” Draco snorted and looked somewhat sour. “He DOES know I am not a Gryffindor, right?”
“He is fully aware of that, I can assure you. It’s quite simple, really – when he refers to you as ‘Draco’ or his ‘son’, he is pleased with you. If he calls you his ‘little serpent’, he is stating that he loves you in his underhanded way, but if he refers to you as his ‘whelp’, you are making him very, very proud. It’s a teasing contradiction he thought up to prevent others from thinking he also has a softer side... and don’t you ever mention knowing all this.” Severus gave the boy a stern look, which seemed to have lost its effectiveness at the moment. Draco just kept on smiling and looking very pleased.
“And if he ever calls you ‘that boy’, I suggest you run like hell,” the dark haired wizard added, while gesturing towards the door. “Now you go back to your fellow Slytherins. It’s almost time for breakfast.”
“And for hell to break loose. Good luck, sir.” Draco gave his Head of House a knowing look.
“Thank you, Draco. And thank you for giving your blessings. That means a lot to me.” If he was surprised by the insight and understanding the young Malfoy displayed, Severus did not show it. They both knew Draco was right. Hell would break loose. And not just inside the walls of Hogwarts.
Feeling his provocative side taking over, the potions master left his dungeons thirty minutes later and joined his colleagues at the Head table in the Great Hall, as always greeting everyone with a curt nod before concentrating on his breakfast.
Then the owls came.