Present Tense
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,912
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,912
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Shades of Darkness
I have always had nightmares. Restless nights filled with monsters and shapeless fear. I keep odd hours because it is difficult to fall asleep. No matter what time I awaken, I will not sleep until I am utterly exhausted. It has always been thus.
Perhaps it would be better to consume the Dreamless Sleep, and become addicted to it. I have been advised of this since childhood, when my father worried over my insomnia, but he protected me until I could make the decision on my own. Even then it was unappealing.
“Draco, what are you doing awake?” Snape asks me from the doorway.
I am sitting in the library, staring into the fire as I often do to tire my mind. He enters and sits beside me, laying a hand over mine. He has never known my insomnia.
“I have things to think about,” I answer vaguely, relishing the warmth of his skin against mine.
“I wonder if you would share with me what keeps you from slumber.”
I look into his eyes, and again the fire is reflected in them. Those damned pools of sinister inferno.
“I am afraid of the dark,” though it is not entirely correct, it is true enough.
Snape nods and looks away, “There are many frightful worlds in our imagination. When you cannot see what surrounds you, it is only inevitable that you should supply what you fear could be.”
I lay my cheek on his hand over mine and sigh, “Severus, I fear a great many things on this earth. There is enough darkness in this house to hold them all. Every corner not illuminated by this fire is some place my eyes dare not look.”
There is silence save the crackling and popping. His thumb smoothes over my cheek, and I shut my eyes.
Snape does not rebuke my fear. He knows that I reveal none of this to anyone but him. In the seclusion of my home, I am allowed my moments of weakness.
He leans over and kisses the side of my head. I begin to drift off, and am unperturbed by the arms that lift me and carry me off elsewhere. Before I am no longer capable of conscious thought, Snape’s scent rises to me, and it is the most beautiful shade of darkness I have ever known.
Perhaps it would be better to consume the Dreamless Sleep, and become addicted to it. I have been advised of this since childhood, when my father worried over my insomnia, but he protected me until I could make the decision on my own. Even then it was unappealing.
“Draco, what are you doing awake?” Snape asks me from the doorway.
I am sitting in the library, staring into the fire as I often do to tire my mind. He enters and sits beside me, laying a hand over mine. He has never known my insomnia.
“I have things to think about,” I answer vaguely, relishing the warmth of his skin against mine.
“I wonder if you would share with me what keeps you from slumber.”
I look into his eyes, and again the fire is reflected in them. Those damned pools of sinister inferno.
“I am afraid of the dark,” though it is not entirely correct, it is true enough.
Snape nods and looks away, “There are many frightful worlds in our imagination. When you cannot see what surrounds you, it is only inevitable that you should supply what you fear could be.”
I lay my cheek on his hand over mine and sigh, “Severus, I fear a great many things on this earth. There is enough darkness in this house to hold them all. Every corner not illuminated by this fire is some place my eyes dare not look.”
There is silence save the crackling and popping. His thumb smoothes over my cheek, and I shut my eyes.
Snape does not rebuke my fear. He knows that I reveal none of this to anyone but him. In the seclusion of my home, I am allowed my moments of weakness.
He leans over and kisses the side of my head. I begin to drift off, and am unperturbed by the arms that lift me and carry me off elsewhere. Before I am no longer capable of conscious thought, Snape’s scent rises to me, and it is the most beautiful shade of darkness I have ever known.