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"Hey, Potter" Draco sneered. Harry turned around; looking both annoyed and
puzzled.

"Yeah.."He said suspiciously. Weasley and Granger flanked him, giving Draco
twin glares of distrust.

"I have something for you, "Draco took two gold envelopes out of his bag. He
gave one to Harry and one to Ron. " Don't worry, they aren't going to
explode on you."

"These are invitations, "Ron grunted.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious, "Draco said. "Yes, to my wedding. And before
you ask, Granger doesn't get one. No Muggles at my wedding. We figured we
should invite you two, wouldn't look good for us not to. Of course, if you'd
rather not show up, I won't mind in the slightest."

He sauntered away, feeling their confused and angry glares on his back.
He'd chosen to deliver those two invitations in person, so that he could see
their faces. And it had been well worth it.

**

"Draco, come on!" Blaise said. "We're going to be late for the show."

"I can't find something I need!" Draco snapped. He couldn't find his diary
anywhere. He always put in the top compartment of his trunk, under his
socks. The diary had become a lifeline for him. "Did you steal my diary?"

"Uh-no, I didn't even know you had one, "Blaise said.

"Crabbe and Goyle are too stupid to steal it. And that other kid, whose
name no one knows-He's hardly ever in the room. "

"Well, I'm going, because I am not missing one minute of the Wicked Wizards
concert just because you misplaced your diary."

"I have to find it when we get back " There are things in there that could
get a lot of people in trouble, Draco added to himself.

"Blaise, where the hell are we going?" Draco asked. They were strolling
along Main Street in Hogsmeade, Blaise swore he knew where the Wicked
Wizards were playing.

"I think this is it, "Blaise said. He entered a square building and Draco
followed.

"Do you have the tickets?"He asked, just as Blaise threw open the door to a
small lounge area. It was dark, and there were colored scarves draped over
lampshades. A reflective disco ball spun slowly on the ceiling. And all his
friends were grinning at him.

"Welcome to your bachelor party!"

Crabbe and Goyle each grabbed him by an arm and sat him in a chair. Someone
handed him a foaming glass of beer; he didn't want to know how they'd
managed to get some of that. The music was turned up, the thumping punk
sound of The Wicked Wizards, of course.

"Just wanted to show you how sorry we are about the way we reacted to the
whole "Oh My God, Draco's gay" thing, "Blaise explained. "It really bothered
us for awhile, but we realized you're not going to jump any of us in the
shower or anything like that."

"Uh-okay" Draco said. "I'm thankful I have such incredible bigots for
friends. It really puts things in perspective for me."

They all laughed and Draco realized they must have thought he was kidding.

**

"Well, Drink Up! "Hagrid bellowed, clapping Severus on the back so hard it
made the guest of honor cough. Dumbeldore smiled encouragingly at him, and
Filch attempted to force his dour features into a cheerful expression.
Professor Flitwick giggled drunkenly and slid off his chair, disappearing
under the table. Severus tried to feel festive but it just wasn't coming. Of
all the ways he'd ever pictured his bachelor party, sitting around The Three
Broomsticks, drinking with Dumbledore, Hagrid, Filch and Flitwick had not
been factored in. After this, he still had the party Lucius planned for him
to get through. It was bound to involve recreational drugs, more alcohol, a
stripper, and probably some kind of orgy. He was not looking forward to
this. "I 'mit, "Hagrid continued" I had me doubts. Wha' wit the age
difference an' all."

"Oh, age can mean very little when both parties care enough about each
other, "Dumbledore said. He smiled as if remembering an affair long past.
Severus smiled back at him, for a moment forgetting he was supposed to be
solemn. He'd been 18, just begun his life as a spy, and there had been a
couple of nights when he hadn't been able to bear the loneliness of being
hated by the people he was trying to protect. His former headmaster had been
quite helpful.

Flitwick giggled under the table.

"While Draco is not, I agree, the most mature of sixteen year olds, he does
have a bigger heart than he lets on, "Severus was feeling warmed and dizzied
by the wine now and found himself speaking more freely. "he is-very special
to me."

"I suppose it doesn't hurt that he's pretty" Filch sneered.

"It's a factor, "Severus admitted. "Soft blond hair, cupid's bow lips and
porcelain skin are hard to ignore or resist. I've known him since he was a
baby, and one day I looked up-an' he was almost a man."

"Aren't you concerned about, the other issue?" Filch asked, in a rare moment
of almost tact. He'd barely touched his drinks, so consequently was less far
gone that the other four.

"Yes,I might' aft to kill'im, then wa would I do?" Severus burped, "I'd be a
wiwwower! A winnower! A-a-windower!"

"Windower!" Hagrid howled, wiping hysterical tears from his eyes with one
fat hand.

"Winblower"

"Wibbler!"

"Weebler!"

"Weeble!"

"Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!" Flitwick squeaked from under the
table. This set them off into another collective fit of laughter, even
though none of them understood the joke. Severus tried to stand up, he
needed the toilet badly now.

"I wobble and I DO fall down!" He said as Dumbeldore caught him before he
hit the floor.

**

Oh. Ow. Draco forced his eyes open and rolled over. He had a headache so bad
he wanted to die, and his mouth tasted as if he'd thrown up several times
the night before. According to the clock, he'd missed most of his classes
for the day. Draco sat up and stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were
bloodshot, there were circles under his eyes and there was a piece of silver
party ribbon tangled in his hair. Draco crawled to the foot of his bed,
opened his trunk and checked for his diary. It was exactly where he always
put it.

Strange.

He stood, dressed himself slowly and with much pain and stiffness in his
joints, and went to find Professor Snape. Severus answered the door in his
dressing gown, black of course. He looked as bad as Draco felt.

"You look bloody awful, "Severus said. Draco slipped past him and wandered
into the bedroom.

"Well, you look like hell yourself."

"Make yourself at home, please."

"How drunk did you get? I think Crabbe had to carry me home last night."

"I believe Hagrid was given that honor for me."

"Hagrid? You got drunk with 'Hagrid?" Draco wrinkled his nose.

"He is not that bad, you need to learn to occasionally look past a person's
physical characteristics, Draco."

"He's fat and stupid and lives in a shack with all his smelly animals."

"And you are short, spoiled rotten and look like a girl."

"Would you ever shag Hagrid?" Draco asked. He sat down on the edge of the
armchair.

"No, why are you asking me such a silly question?"

"Because, even though I've known you for such a long time, I really don't
know much about you..Who was the last man you were with?"

"Dumbledore,"Severus answered, enjoying the look of shock on Draco's face.

"But-he's old! He was old even before you were old! Do you still have
feelings for him?"

"No more than one friend has for another."

"We could have a threesome. You, me and Dumbledore."

"Draco!"

"I'll do anything to be with you,"Draco pulled him down into the armchair
and shifted so that he was straddling Severus' lap. He kissed him with all
the passion he had, and the kiss was returned with equal feeling. Severus
rubbed his hand on Draco's spine as he trailed burning kisses over Draco's
cheeks, and throat, unbuttoning his robes to kiss his collarbone and chest.
Draco nuzzled his face against the coarse fabric of his teacher's clothing.
Severus' erection pressed against his thigh, and he realized Severus was
wearing very little underneath his dressing gown. "Oh, Professor Snape! "He
mock growled.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Please, Sir, can I have somemore?" Draco blushed at how cheesy that
sounded. "That was supposed to sound sexy, I just felt silly."

Severus smiled and traced Draco's lower lip with one finger.

"Will you pout if I say no?"

"Um, Yes?" Draco tried. Wrong answer. "No?"

"A point to Slytherin." Severus nibbled on Draco's ear as Draco raised
himself up to allow access to his zipper.

Draco was overcome with desire, a powerful urge to do things with Severus
that he hadn't done much of with anyone else. After that night in Snape's
office, he'd tried sex with Pansy and hadn't enjoyed it very much. Her girl
parts just didn't get him all that excited but he was a good actor and had
managed to please her in spite of his real feelings. Severus moved his hand
on Draco's hardening crotch, stimulating him and producing faint whimpers
from Draco. He felt hot all over and he trembled, gasping with pleasure.
Draco's whole lower half spasmed suddenly, and it was over. Draco felt
disappointed and embarrassed for himself and the faintly sympathetic look in
Snape's eyes didn't help.

"It's allright,"Severus said. "It happens, as you get older you'll learn
more control."

Draco folded his arms across his chest and reddened.

"I can do better."

"No matter, Draco. I think you should attempt to attend at least one of your
classes today."

"I can. Let me prove it to you. I can do better."

"There will be plenty of time for that on our wedding night, which, I might
remind you, is in two days."

"Oh don't remind me, "Draco groaned. "We've got rehearsal tomorrow night."
Draco shifted again and noticed something-he'd come, but Severus had not and
the older man was still rock hard. Draco began slowly sliding back and
forth, creating a friction. Severus gasped.

"Draco-please don't.."

Draco gave him a sly grin and continued wiggling.

"You little slut!" Severus tried to push him away but Draco would have none
of it. "Stop..Draco-p-please..?"

Something about the effect he was having on Severus was thrilling to Draco,
his lover was trapped between his legs, so obviously wanting this, and Draco
was going to make sure Severus got some attention. A second later, someone
knocked on the door and Severus was pushing Draco off his lap and trying to
pull himself together.

"Just a minute." Severus, his erection deflated, struggled into his teaching
robes and hurried to answer the door. Draco tucked himself back into his
pants and ran a hand through his hair.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Good Morning, Severus. I've brought you a certain cure for your excesses
last night, " the headmaster was holding a green bottle, slightly steaming.
He saw Draco perched on the arm of the chair. "Hello, Draco."

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," Draco smiled flirtatiously. Dumbledore
blinked but kept talking.

"Drink this as soon as possible, it ceases to be potent if it gets too cold.
I didn't think you'd be up to making your own potions this morning. Draco,
I'd advise you to attend at least one or two classes today."

"Don't do that," Severus said when Dumbledore had gone.

"Do what?"

"You know. Please do not flirt with my employer just to irritate me."

"So,would you rather I do it seriously then?"
 

His diary was gone again. Draco tore the room apart searching for it and
didn't find it. He began to panic, in his last entry, Draco had been talking
about how Father thought he knew who the spy might be, and he'd named names.
Draco sat down on the edge of his bed and thought hard. Blaise insisted he
hadn't taken it, Crabbe and Goyle were too dumb to spy on other people, and
that other kid was hardly ever around. Draco was sure he hadn't just
misplaced the book. Who else had access to the dormitory who wouldn't be
noticed walking around?

As Draco realized what was going on, the anger boiled up inside of him. How
dare Severus do this to him? Things began to click in Draco's head, he was
aware that he wasn't as clever as someone like Granger, but he could put two
and two together and come up with 'Snape was a big fat traitor'.

**

Severus froze when he entered his bedroom the next evening after a painful
wedding rehearsal. Draco lay on the bed, wearing what Severus guessed was
supposed to be a seductive expression, and was clearly naked under the
sheets.

Draco sat up on his knees and reached for the two glasses of wine he'd
poured. The sheet slippd down an inch or two. He held a glass out to
Severus, who took it warily.

"Very clever of you to pick the lock on my private store."

"I know. A toast to us?" Draco swallowed his without pausing, but Severus
only took a sip before putting the cup down again. Draco seemed
dissapointed.

"Come on, drink, that stuff's expensive." Draco started to slid off the bed,
the sheet didn't exactly follow him and Severus turned around so that he
wouldn't have to view such a tempting sight. "What's wrong, Severus? D'you
think I put something in yours?"

"Why would I think that?"

"You've been a Death Eater for so long, you just don't trust anymore, do
you? Would 'I' ever try to hurt you?" Draco embraced him from behind,
holding the glass up to Severus' lips. "C'mon, relax."

Severus took the glass, and purposfully let it slip through his fingers and
shatter on the carpet.

"Oh damn, I believe we'll have to pour me another one."

"Never mind, "Draco said. Did Severus detect a note of frustration in his
voice? "Come to bed."

"I'm rather tired, Draco. "

"That's why you should come to bed. We don't have to do anything, just-I
don't know-hold each other and talk."

"Hold each other and talk? About what?"

"Who do you think the spy is?"

Severus waited until Draco crawled back under the sheets before turning
around and sitting on the bed.

"I don't know."

"Oh, surely you must have figured it out by now, you're so smart."

"I really have no answer for you."

"You're right there in the inner circle, if anyone had guessed.."

"I do not know who the spy is!"Severus snapped.

Draco laughed.

"Alright, I won't pressure you. You obviously don't feel like telling
me."Draco wet his lips and lay back on the pillows, closing his eyes
slightly, the corners of his mouth curving up in a smile. "I trust you, why
don't you trust me?"

"Because, "Severus lay down next to Draco, propped on his elbow and stared
down into Draco's grey eyes. "You are your father's son, and I know I can
trust you about as far as you could throw Hagrid. Why did you try to get me
to drink wine laced with Veritaserum?"

"I-I wanted to know if you were the spy."

"What made you think it might be me?"

"Because you stole my diary and read it,"Draco said."I had to know the
truth."

"Alright, Draco, if you want the truth, I shall give it to you,"Severus
hissed. "Yes, I am the spy. I've been playing the role of Dumbledore's spy
to the Death Eaters for years. I have been pushing you away because if I
allowed myself to get too close, it would be that much harder when the day
came for us to face each other on opposite sides."

"I told you I loved you, and all the time you were just pretending to care?"
His eyes were full of hurt. "I've never said that to anyone before."

"I want you more than I ever thought possible, and yes, it appears to be
love. But I have to know that if you truly want to be by my side, that you
are willing to give up your father's teachings and do what you know is
right."

"I am, "Draco pleaded. "I want to be with you. I want to be on your side, I
want to be good."

Severus wanted badly to believe that Draco was sincere, and that this wasn't
his raging teenage hormones, giving up everything for a "love" that may not
even last. He held Draco and stroked his hair while they both lay there.

"I kept thinking I didn't want to be a Death Eater, only I wasn't sure why.
Around the middle of last year I started feeling really weird about the
stuff Father had been doing and then when Mother got hurt-she'll never be
the same again-I wanted out before I was even in. I-I'm not very brave."

"Hiding behind a mask and torturing people who can't fight back isn't
bravery, Draco. It takes more guts to make the choice you made
tonight-that's courage.