The Apprentice\'s Second
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,430
Reviews:
11
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.
The Apprentice's Second
The Apprentice’s Second
By Storyteller
Dedicated to Ikiningyo
Pairing: Severus/Draco
Warnings: Implied sexual intercourse between two males (one of them underage) and implied situation of forced sexual intercourse [incest]. Nothing too graphic up until now, but who knows what happens if I continue this…? ^ ^
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not make money out of this.
Severus. Latin for strict or stern. However crazy his parents must have been naming him that way, the name turned out to be curiously accurate. Even now, with me almost naked, on white tangling sheets, he still moves around the room like the scary bat he is, looking at me calculatingly. What is it, the degree of perfection and obedience (or perfection in obedience) he expects from me?
He moves closer. Removing and discarding his robes carelessly. There’s a lump in my throat. It’s hard to know why my heart is beating so ridiculously fast; anticipation or fear? Or maybe I’m mistaken to make a distinction in the first place. Fear. Anticipation. Different words for the same feeling?
“Am I your first?” he asks. No emotion to be read in his eyes or voice.
I cannot believe what I am hearing. He knows very well the tradition of pureblood families! He had seen all his Slytherin students become ‘men’ in their third year. He knows very well that, barbaric as the traditions are, they are not about to become extinct.
I shiver as I remember my own ‘transition’. I am an only child, so I had no older brother to let me know what to expect. Nobody told me it would hurt. Only one of my cousins commented on it, when my thirteenth birthday approached. ‘You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure you will. With a gorgeous father like yours!’. Ha. What nonsense ‘you’ll enjoy it’. I am sure the bloody guy had been lusting after his uncle a little bit too much. Until that day I had never even considered my father ‘gorgeous’. And even up until today, in that respect, nothing much has changed. He’s a sleazy, sadistic bastard. Who took my virginity in one of his drunken stupors. For years I shut back the memory. I remembered only the pain it caused and the darkness afterwards. And disgust when my mother called to wake me in the morning ‘My dear little dragon, I am so proud at you! You’ve become a man!’. I remember vowing that I never wanted to be a man again.
But as teenage hormones got more and more active the memory of pain and fear slowly altered into pleasure and yearning. I stopped looking back at the moment as a punishment and torture but started seeing it as what could have been a good fuck, if not my father had been so freaking careless about his only son’s body. It was quite a change to go through. But there was one man who had inspired it, and he is standing right in front of me. His pale, naked form. Naked.
“You know who was my first, sir. I hope you can settle with second.”
His lip curls into that all too familiar smirk of his. “I will settle for nothing, Draco.”
It was the master speaking to his apprentice. And I know what it is he demands. Submission. Nothing less. Our eyes lock and he sees, I know he sees, that it is what I am willing to give. What I am *yearning* to give.
He smirks again and moves closer. It is murderous, this game he’s playing. But he’s already dragged me to the point of no return.
‘I’m going to get myself killed!’ something inside me screams. But as pale skin touches pale skin, nothing matters anymore. Death lies ahead for all of us, and *this* is quite a way to go.
My first HP Slash ^^. Hope you enjoyed it! Pretty please with Belgian chocolate on top leave a review ;). I\'m not sure to continue this, so let me know if you think the story\'s got potential.
By Storyteller
Dedicated to Ikiningyo
Pairing: Severus/Draco
Warnings: Implied sexual intercourse between two males (one of them underage) and implied situation of forced sexual intercourse [incest]. Nothing too graphic up until now, but who knows what happens if I continue this…? ^ ^
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not make money out of this.
Severus. Latin for strict or stern. However crazy his parents must have been naming him that way, the name turned out to be curiously accurate. Even now, with me almost naked, on white tangling sheets, he still moves around the room like the scary bat he is, looking at me calculatingly. What is it, the degree of perfection and obedience (or perfection in obedience) he expects from me?
He moves closer. Removing and discarding his robes carelessly. There’s a lump in my throat. It’s hard to know why my heart is beating so ridiculously fast; anticipation or fear? Or maybe I’m mistaken to make a distinction in the first place. Fear. Anticipation. Different words for the same feeling?
“Am I your first?” he asks. No emotion to be read in his eyes or voice.
I cannot believe what I am hearing. He knows very well the tradition of pureblood families! He had seen all his Slytherin students become ‘men’ in their third year. He knows very well that, barbaric as the traditions are, they are not about to become extinct.
I shiver as I remember my own ‘transition’. I am an only child, so I had no older brother to let me know what to expect. Nobody told me it would hurt. Only one of my cousins commented on it, when my thirteenth birthday approached. ‘You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure you will. With a gorgeous father like yours!’. Ha. What nonsense ‘you’ll enjoy it’. I am sure the bloody guy had been lusting after his uncle a little bit too much. Until that day I had never even considered my father ‘gorgeous’. And even up until today, in that respect, nothing much has changed. He’s a sleazy, sadistic bastard. Who took my virginity in one of his drunken stupors. For years I shut back the memory. I remembered only the pain it caused and the darkness afterwards. And disgust when my mother called to wake me in the morning ‘My dear little dragon, I am so proud at you! You’ve become a man!’. I remember vowing that I never wanted to be a man again.
But as teenage hormones got more and more active the memory of pain and fear slowly altered into pleasure and yearning. I stopped looking back at the moment as a punishment and torture but started seeing it as what could have been a good fuck, if not my father had been so freaking careless about his only son’s body. It was quite a change to go through. But there was one man who had inspired it, and he is standing right in front of me. His pale, naked form. Naked.
“You know who was my first, sir. I hope you can settle with second.”
His lip curls into that all too familiar smirk of his. “I will settle for nothing, Draco.”
It was the master speaking to his apprentice. And I know what it is he demands. Submission. Nothing less. Our eyes lock and he sees, I know he sees, that it is what I am willing to give. What I am *yearning* to give.
He smirks again and moves closer. It is murderous, this game he’s playing. But he’s already dragged me to the point of no return.
‘I’m going to get myself killed!’ something inside me screams. But as pale skin touches pale skin, nothing matters anymore. Death lies ahead for all of us, and *this* is quite a way to go.
My first HP Slash ^^. Hope you enjoyed it! Pretty please with Belgian chocolate on top leave a review ;). I\'m not sure to continue this, so let me know if you think the story\'s got potential.