So Wrong, Yet So Right

As soon as his last class ended, Draco darted through the corridors and over to Severus’ chambers, wanting to check on Potter. Feeling guilty for not being there for Potter when he told him that he would, he had offered to skip his last classes of the day so he could be there for him when he woke. Severus quickly rejected the notion, not wanting him to miss any of his lessons, knowing that Potter would be out for several hours anyway. After a few heated rows between them, they finally agreed that they would take turns watching him in between their classes.

Few knew what happened to Harry, which was definitely for the best. And although McGonagall was in charge of the school until Dumbledore returned from his latest trip, she still owled him the news of what happened, feeling he had the right to know.

Nobody was to mention it to anyone, and for once, Draco agreed with McGonagall. Not even Potter’s closest friends were told, which didn’t bother Draco in the slightest. If they had been better friends, then Potter may never have been in that situation. If any of them had even cared, then somebody would have found him a lot earlier than he did. Why nobody thought to go after him when he didn’t return to class still infuriated him.

He quickly entered Severus’ common room, noticing Potter still asleep on the sofa. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he still had not missed Potter waking up. He dropped his belongings on the ground and moved to sit on one of the chairs opposite the sofa, so he could comfortably watch him.

An hour later, Severus’ door opened again. Draco looked up from the book he was reading and smiled, seeing his professor enter and take off his cloak.

“Any change?” Severus asked, hanging up his cloak and moving further inside.

Draco shook his head, glancing over at Potter. “Still sleeping,” he remarked, saving his place in the book and then closing it, wanting to give Severus his undivided attention. “How were classes?” he inquired.

Severus sighed and poured himself a drink at his mini bar, before sitting in the other chair next to Draco. He took a long sip and then looked over at him, frowning. “A fourth-year Ravenclaw thought it would be smart to add knotgrass instead of ginger roots in the Wit-Sharpening Potion, believing the effects of it would prolong the lifespan,” he stated.

Draco laughed in amusement, shaking his head and leaning back in his seat. “So how many went to the infirmary?”

“Five,” he grunted, taking another sip of his drink.

Draco laughed a little more before standing up from his seat and walking toward his professor. Severus nervously watched him move closer, peeking over at the sofa to see if Potter was awake.

“Draco, what are you doing?” he quietly asked, gripping his drink a bit tighter as he looked back up at him.

Draco smirked, reaching over and grabbing the glass out of his hand. He took a sip of the drink and then placed it on the table next to the chair. He then straddled the man’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and staring adoringly into his eyes.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier,” he softly began.

Severus sighed, placing his hands around the boy’s waist. “I’m sorry, too,” he apologized, glancing again at Potter on the sofa. “Did you eat?” he questioned, staring back up at him.

Draco shook his head, shifting on Severus’ lap. “I’m not hungry,” he replied, tightening his hold on the man’s neck. “For food that is,” he then added with a mischievous grin.

Severus’ cock had already started hardening when Draco sat on his lap, but after that last comment, it was instantaneously at full attention. He groaned, leaning back in his chair. “You’re killing me, Draco,” he remarked.

“I can’t help it, Severus,” he whispered, leaning in closer and nibbling on his ear, earning another satisfied groan from the man.

“Draco, Potter,” he warned, not able to keep his eyes open anymore, when he felt the boy’s kisses fall to his neck.

“Mmm…will still be out for a while,” he reminded him, sucking a bit harder on that one piece of area he knew always made Severus go weak in the knees.

“We don’t know that for sure,” he gasped, gripping the boy’s waist tighter.

“But I need you, Severus,” he continued, before he leaned back and grabbed his professor’s hand, lowering it over the bulge in his pants. “Can’t you feel that I do?”

“Oh gods, yes,” he moaned, opening his eyes and staring into gray. “Just not here,” he reasoned, glancing over at the sofa.

Draco smiled and stood up, grabbing the man’s hand and pulling him out of his seat. He then led him to the bedroom, never letting go of his hand.

As soon as they entered the room, Draco pushed Severus onto the bed and hurriedly climbed above. He fiercely pressed their lips together, roughly running his hands along Severus’ chest.

“I want you inside me, Severus,” Draco soon whispered, slipping his hand underneath the man’s shirt and gliding it along his bare chest. “I want you to make me scream,” he continued, pressing his firm cock against Severus’ own stiff erection.

“Draco,” Severus moaned, trailing his hands down the boy’s back. “I want you so bad,” he admitted.

Draco quickly pulled Severus’ shirt off and threw it to the floor, before seizing one of the man’s nipples in his mouth. While he teased the pink nub with his tongue, he lowered his hand to Severus’ trousers and unbuttoned them, sliding them off a few seconds later.

He gripped his hand around the man’s very swollen cock and began to stroke it, watching him close his eyes and groan from the touch. He licked his lips when he saw Severus arch his back and let his head fall back, as the speed of his movements increased.

“Draco,” Severus panted, clinging the bed sheets tightly in his grasp.

Draco smirked, lowering his head over the man’s pulsing cock and giving it a quick lick with his tongue. Severus bucked under the sensation and opened his eyes, lifting his head to stare at the blond. Draco lifted his eyes to meet his and smiled, flicking his tongue out again and letting it linger a bit longer on the head of his cock.

Severus gasped, as his head fell back on the bed and he closed his eyes. “Draco, don’t,” he warned, not wanting to come until he was inside the boy.

“You just taste so good, Severus,” Draco stated, sliding his tongue underneath the man’s shaft.

“Oh…d-don’t make me…come,” he shakily said, feeling the pressure building.

Draco stopped teasing the man’s cock, swiftly moving up his naked body. Severus breathed a sigh of relief, staring into the boy’s eyes that were already staring down at him. He lifted his hand and tucked a few blond locks behind Draco’s ear. “Don’t forget the silencing spell,” he smirked.

Draco widened his eyes in anticipation, quickly looking around the room for a wand. Severus allowed that time to gain back some of the blood that had pushed all the way down to his cock. He had to make sure he wasn’t completely sensitive below, not wanting to come the minute he sheathed himself inside Draco.

“Where’s your wand?” Draco finally asked, not able to find it out in the open.

Severus sighed, realizing he had left his wand in the cloak that he took off after he came back from class. “In the other room, inside my cloak pocket,” he frowned.

Draco chewed on his bottom lip, staring into the dark, lust-filled eyes. His own wand had been left in the other room as well, but he was just so hard that he didn’t want to move away from him. “I guess we’ll have to do it without the spell then,” he smirked.

“Not if you want the whole castle to hear,” Severus said, aware of how loud Draco could get.

Draco groaned, knowing the man was right. He was a bit of a screamer and it was definitely possible others would hear him. He could probably even wake Potter up from his coma state, if they didn’t use the spell. “Fine,” he huffed, rolling off of Severus.

He licked his lips, staring at the nude figure waiting his return, before hurriedly running out into the common room. He quickly grabbed his wand from his bag and started back toward the bedroom, when he heard a knock at the door. He seriously contemplated ignoring the knock and returning to Severus, letting the person believe nobody was in, but then wondered if it was perhaps someone coming to check on Potter.

He clenched his jaw, placing his wand on the table nearby. He then made his way toward the door and opened it, sighing when he saw Pomfrey standing in front of him.

“Mr. Malfoy,” she acknowledged.

He took in a deep breath, before moving out of the way to allow her entry. She nodded and stepped inside, seeing her patient still asleep on the sofa. “Any change?” she asked, moving closer to Harry.

Draco shook his head, closing the door behind her. “Nothing,” he answered, nervously glancing toward the bedroom, praying Severus didn’t walk out starkers.

She nodded again, opening her bag and taking out some clean bandages. She then began undressing Harry’s wounds and cleaning the areas, using much care. “Where is Professor Snape?” she inquired.

Draco shifted his eyes toward the bedroom and gulped. Although he was of legal age, he knew it was still unethical for a professor and student to have relations. “Uh, I believe at dinner,” he lied, hoping it had sounded less shaky out loud than it did in his head.

“You weren’t hungry?” she asked, turning to look at him.

He shook his head, glancing down at Potter. “So how is he?” he then asked, wanting to change the subject.

She turned back toward Harry and sighed, gently brushing his hair out of his face. “His wounds have healed quite nicely,” she reported, “but I’m afraid his emotional state will be a bit rocky for awhile.”

Draco nodded in understanding. He remembered how long it had taken before he was finally able to get over his fears from that brutal attack he had with Flint. He hid himself from everyone afterward, believing they were all out to hurt him. He never told anyone who did it, having recalled the older boy’s threats about killing him for certain if he did, and just pretended that he didn’t remember. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew Blaise didn’t believe him. And when he saw Blaise hit Flint in the nose with a Bludger, “by accident,” he told professors, that was when he realized not everyone was like that monster who left him for dead.

“You really should eat something,” Madam Pomfrey broke in, placing her hand on his shoulder, noticing how pale he had become.

Draco shook his head and stared at the matron. “I’m fine,” his voice betrayed him.

She frowned, rummaging through her bag and taking out a small vial. “Here,” she said, handing the vial to Draco.

He clutched the bottle tightly in his grasp and nodded his thanks. She didn’t even have to tell him what it was, recognizing the potion instantly.

“Tell Professor Snape I’ll be here tomorrow morning,” she continued, moving toward the door. “Harry should be awake by then, and then we can see about moving him out of here.”

Draco nodded again, following her toward the door. “I’ll tell him,” he assured her.

As soon as she left, he closed the door and looked down at the potion he still had in his hand. He shook his head and placed the small bottle on the table, picking up his wand next and moving toward the bedroom. He didn’t need a potion to relax him; he needed a Potions professor.

He entered the room and smiled, seeing Severus hiding under the sheets. He closed the man’s bedroom door and flicked his wand at it, whispering, “Silencio.”

At the sound of his whisper, Severus pulled back the sheets and stared over at Draco. Draco licked his lips, placing his wand on Severus’ dresser and walking slowly toward the bed. He then slipped underneath the sheets, pulling his professor’s warm naked body closer. “Madam Pomfrey will be here tomorrow morning,” he smiled.

“So I’ve heard,” Severus sighed, wrapping his arms around the boy’s body. “So what are we to do until then?”

Draco smirked, grazing his hand along Severus’ chest, playing with the little hairs he found there. He then leaned over and gave him a kiss. He paused and backed away, their lips barely touching. “Make me scream, Severus,” he whispered.

Severus softly growled and seized the boy’s lips, rolling him over on his back. He quickly pulled Draco’s shirt off, wrestling with his trousers next. As soon as Draco was undressed, Severus pushed their warm bodies together, groaning when his erection came alive again and was sliding against Draco’s.

“Yes,” Draco gasped, wrapping his arms around Severus.

“Want you now,” Severus grunted, sliding his hand along the boy’s inner thigh.

Draco opened his legs wider and closed his eyes, waiting for those fingers to breach him. He let out a loud moan, when he felt the first finger push through and curve around until it was hitting that lovely spot of his.

“Oh gods,” Draco groaned, opening his legs even wider.

Severus pushed another finger in, thrusting them further inside his tight hole. He curved them up, so they were both hitting that pleasurable spot, before lowering his head and grabbing the boy’s leaking cock with his mouth. He then hummed around the stiff member, thrusting a third finger inside.

“Shit,” Draco bucked, keeping his eyes shut. Sure he loved staring at the man’s mouth sucking him off, but rather enjoyed not knowing what was going to happen next.

“Fuck me, Severus,” Draco demanded, grasping the sheets beneath him. “Fuck me hard.”

Severus released the boy’s cock and pulled out his fingers, directing his own cock toward the eagerly waiting entrance. “Scream for me, Draco,” he then said, pushing into the relaxed, yet still tight, hole.

“Oh, fuck me,” Draco yelled, opening his eyes and staring lovingly at his professor.

“You like this, Little Dragon?” Severus panted, speeding up his movement inside. “You like my cock inside you?”

“Gods, you feel so incredibly…ohh…” Draco moaned, the man’s cock suddenly hitting his prostate.

“So…fucking warm…and tight,” Severus continued, feeling his cock swell with each thrust.

“Harder, Sev,” Draco grunted.

Severus pulled almost completely out, before slamming his cock back in, hearing the boy cry out in pleasure. He saw Draco’s cock begging for contact and gave it a quick swipe with his tongue. Draco whimpered from the tease, as Severus slammed into him once more.

“Oh, please touch me,” Draco begged.

Severus gave another lick to his cock and then backed away, increasing his thrusts again. “Not yet,” he said.

“Please, Sev,” Draco cried in agony.

Severus leaned over and gave the boy a heated kiss, pushing his cock in and out of the warm cavity. “Just a little bit more,” he promised.

Draco ran his fingernails over the man’s back, lightly scratching at the surface.

“Harder,” Severus grunted.

Draco dug his nails a bit harder in Severus’ back, hearing him gasp in excitement. Finally, Severus grabbed his cock and firmly ran his hand up and down the shaft, gliding his thumb over the slit to gather more pre-juices.

“Come with me, Little Dragon,” Severus commanded, tugging once more.

As Draco screamed out his climax, he clenched around Severus’ cock, making him scream out his own. After they both shouted their releases, Severus fell on top of Draco, not able to hold himself up anymore. They both lay together in silence, realizing that was the first time they had ever truly came together.

“That was…” Draco tried to say, but was still a bit tired from his release.

“Uh huh,” Severus agreed, still exhausted himself.

“Fuck.”

They both froze, hearing his soft familiar voice. They fearfully glanced toward the doorway, noticing it empty with the door opened wide.

“Looks like somebody’s finally up,” Draco suddenly chuckled, returning his attention to Severus.

Severus glared at him. “That isn’t funny, Draco,” he angrily snapped, hurriedly covering himself up and rolling off the bed, making his way to the bathroom. “Potter saw me naked. Just fucking great,” he muttered, slamming the door shut behind him.

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A/N: Aww, you think Severus is really all that bothered by it? HAHA Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed so far. More coming soon, especially with Harry... I PROMISE!! :)