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TITLE: Dreaming of Him By: Sheila B Rated: PG Summary: Sequel to Welcome to the Club. Severus is falling in love, despite his best intentions. Disc: Not mine Pair: Snape/Draco Notes: Since I finally finished my other series, I decided to give myself a treat and write some HP slash. It's helping to get my mind off a very strange week that I've had. Feedback: Yes please. I love construct. crit. Archive: Sure ** Severus dreamed about him. Painful, hot, dreams in which they did all the things he wouldn't allow his ethics to let them do in real life. Draco..was hardly more than a child, and no matter how much he said he wanted it, he couldn't possibly understand the magnitude of such a choice. Draco never though anything through, when he wanted something, he went out and got it without any thought for what it might cost him. He was by no means a stupid boy, although Severus liked to tease him about certain "blond" traits he occasionally exhibited. But he lacked maturity and so much of his potential was wasted on silly pranks. And now Severus was afraid that the Death Eaters would cause Draco to grow up too quickly. Graduate him from pulling pranks on Neville Longbottom, to killing Muggles for sport. Lucius had set his own son on the road to damnation without giving him much of a choice in the matter. Draco could change; he could reverse his path, if Severus could just get Draco away from Lucius. At this moment, Severus was watching the Slytherin Quidditch team at practice, from the window of the staffroom. Draco was not the best Quidditch player ever, and he was so small the other members of the team dwarfed him. But he was trying so hard... Severus began to have distinctly sappy thoughts about his student and felt quite disgusted with himself. "What are you smiling about?" Mcgonagall asked. Her eyes roamed to the window, and the scene on the Quidditch field. "He's 16. " She said in a warning tone. "I know, Minerva." "I've been at this job a long time, a good sight longer than you, and there's always one, but it needs to be Hands Off." "I'm doing my best." "The students are in our keeping and care until they graduate. We're not to take advantage of our authority over them." "Minerva, I KNOW," Severus said testily. I would never do that, ever. He insisted in his own mind. I only gave in that one time, and I didn't force Draco to do anything he didn't want. "He's not even that good of a player." "Yes, but he does try, doesn't he?" Severus tried in vain to wipe the pleased smile off his face. Mcgonagall snorted and left, pausing at the door to give him an admonishing glare. ** "I fear I have bad news for you, Headmaster.." Severus gripped his tea cup tightly. "Yes?" Dumbledore said gently. "News from the last meeting?" "A new Death Eater has been initiated. One of our students in fact. Draco Malfoy." Dumbledore sighed sadly. "I had hoped this day would not come. If only there had been some way to remove him from Lucius' influence permanently." "There is a way, "Severus' expression darkened. "No." "I understand, Sir," but Severus couldn't really make Dumbledore any promises. "Your eagerness to protect your lover is quite commendable, Severus, but the end does not justify the means." "My-" How did he know these things? Was Severus being that obvious? "I won't chastise you for making a mistake. Temptation is hard to resist, I know, I'm 150 years old." "Yes, Headmaster." And then Dumbledore surprised him by saying, "It might benefit us all if you were to continue your relations with Draco Malfoy. He may have information, or access to information which would be useful to our cause." Had Dumbledore completely lost his mind? He'd always known the old man was a bit batty..this was fast approaching serious madness. "I was making a joke, Severus, "Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. He made a note on a piece of parchment. "Clearly, not a successful one. I will not attempt it in the future." ** "I need you to take me to St. Mungo's to see my mother,"Draco requested on Sunday. "Father won't take me, and I want to see her." "Have you considered that he might have his reasons?" "No, "Draco scoffed. "He just likes controlling us. I want to see my mother." "You're going to bug me until I do, aren't you." "Yes, I am." Draco wasn't allowed to apparate yet, so Severus drove them there in his Muggle car, a creaky old thing. Draco wrinkled his nose at the scuffed interior and broken radio. "This is like a Weasley car. Don't you have ANY self respect?" "Would you like to walk?" The head matron at St. Mungo's kindly directed them to the right floor, a corridor like all the other white corridors. Neville's parents were on the same floor, just a few doors down from Mrs. Malfoy, which Severus thought was depressingly ironic. He would have gone to visit them if Draco had not been with him. "Why don't you go and get yourself some coffee, while I make sure what's in that room is suitable for your eyes." Draco grumbled, but went. Narcissa lay under heavy blankets, pale and even thinner than before. She smiled when she noticed Severus. Dr. Zambini had warned that her memory was damaged severely. "I know you!" "Hello, Narcissa." "You, were at Hogwarts with us, did we fancy each other?" "I thought you were quite pretty" "I remember, I put my hand up your shirt and you slapped me, "Narsissa giggled. "No, dear, it was the other way around, I believe,"Severus said. "Oh." Her gaze wandered around the room and settled back on Severus again. Her eyes suddenly looked strangely sober and intelligent. "You're making my Draco very happy." "Draco and I are not.." "His eyes light up whenever he speaks your name. He tries to hide it but the light is there." Severus looked at his hands. He felt the worst shame that he returned Draco's feelings and that he had acted on his own lust. "Mother?" Draco was hovering in the doorway, his cheeks pinked when he noticed Severus was still sitting by her bed. Draco walked over and kissed Narcissa on her cheek, and took her hand. "How do you feel?" "The doctor has said I should be able to return home soon." "That's wonderful" Severus watched them talking quietly with each other, Draco seemed to really care for her. The dynamic between those two was so different from Draco and Lucius. The father and son usually seemed at best, annoyed with each other, at worst.. He didn't want to think about it. Draco and Narcissa were both so beautiful, he cursed Lucius for taking both of them away from him. Skinny little Severus Snape had never had a hope of competing with the glamorous Lucius Malfoy at school. Lucius took everything, even the prettiest girl in Slytherin, and you had to be his friend anyway, because who wanted to be on his bad side? ** Madame Pomfrey had another bout of illness, and Severus was asked to step in for her again. He glared down at the rows of sixth year Slytherins and Griffindors, who looked scared to death. Today's topic? "Oral sex. " He turned and wrote a definition on the blackboard, which Hermione diligently copied down. "I've been told I have to be careful when I talk to you about this. I'm not going to be, because chances are, half of you have already done it. " He heard embarrassed giggling from the students and a few faces turned red. "Chances are..even those of you who haven't done it, have read about it in those pornographic stories you hide under your beds and read at night by flashlight." More laughter. "And for those of you naïve, out of touch late bloomers who don't know, oral sex is when one person stimulates another person's genitals with their mouth. "He flipped on the overhead projector. "Here is a diagram of the areas stimulated on a man, and the areas on a woman." "Sir?" Ron raised his hand. "Yes, Weasley?" "Do we have to do that? " "No, you don't 'have' to. You will probably at some point in the future WANT to, and someone like you will need all the help you can get. " He went on to give them the basic facts, loving how uncomfortable he was making all of them. "I'm also supposed to tell you not to do this until you're grownups, and in a committed relationship, and so on and so forth. I know it's completely futile, so I'm not going to do that. Class is dismissed. " Draco waited til everyone had left before casually approaching the desk. He leaned against it and raised one eyebrow. "Are you going to show me how to do that?" He demanded. "You're suggesting a private tutorial?" Severus smiled. Draco licked his lips. "I'm having ever so much trouble in this class, if I fail it, I'll be suspended from Quidditch. You don't want to lose a player for our house..do you?" "Anything for Slytherin, "Severus agreed. "But not that." Too late. Draco was already sinking down to his knees, and pushing up his teacher's robe. "Just show me what to do." TBC |