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What Lies Beneath	By : Kitty_Savella Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 7993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What Lies Beneath

Summary: A story reflecting the hidden relationship Harry has with the Slytherins, especially Draco and Severus.

Pairing: Harry/Severus, possible Harry/Draco

Author: Kitty Savella and Araea Swiftwind

Warnings: Slash, UST, Post-War, Ignores some of HPDH and epilogue. Slight AU.

The empty, lifeless sound of the wind blew through the still halls of Hogwarts. There were too many lifeless bodies—mostly Death Eaters—littering the floor of the dank corridors of the dungeons, all left over from the battle mere hours before. The flickering torches sporadically placed against the stone walls fortunately had the affect of averting my eyes from many of the bodies under my feet. Quietly, I moved across the damp stone floor towards my destination, letting my feet lead the way.

Out in the night, I could hear the calls of the many animals living in the Dark Forest. I shuddered at the noises, remembering how close they were hours ago when I finally defeated the Dark Lord, and picked up my pace. I truly did not want to be here, in the dungeon corridors, alone after everything that had just happened. Part of me expected any of the dead Death Eaters on the ground to jump up and shout an Avada Kedavra at me for killing their Lord. I would feel much safer once I was sequestered behind the wards of Severus' rooms.

Abruptly, I stilled. Several lengths in front of me stood a pale figure, haloed in the faint light of the nearest torch. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes devoured the beauty of the porcelain face, stained with tears, turned down and away as if to shelter itself from eyes such as mine. From what I could see, I could tell that this pale boy had the most captivating eyes, and his medium length platinum hair shimmered in the torchlight. As my eyes roved over the body, I realized that the boy I was staring at was nothing like the boy I had known for the last seven years. He was different, changed, by the horror that had haunted us all in this last year.

I took another step forward to get a better look at this boy—no, man—that I knew so little. His head snapped up and his gorgeous silver eyes opened wide and turned to molten mercury.

“Potter,” he whispered, so shocked to see me that his voice squeaked.

This was the second time now that I had caught Draco crying, but this was the first that I found the experience moving instead of pathetic. I took several more steps forward, my hand unconsciously reaching towards the man in front of me. Draco balked and took as many steps backward as I took forward. He was shaking his head back and forth in utter shock, the emotion clear on his pale face.

“Not you; it can't be you,” he repeated, as if saying the words would make me go away. The tear tracks shown shimmery in the torchlight, fresh tears making their way down to his chin. My heart broke a little seeing how sad and afraid Draco looked at my presence.

“Draco, it's okay.” I pulled my hand back and stopped moving forward. After several deep breaths, I spoke again. “I'm not here to hurt you. I was on my way to meet with Severus when I saw you. I'll just be on my way now.”

The man took several deep breaths of his own and tried to pull himself together. His tears dried, though he didn't lower himself so far as to wipe his eyes.

“Potter. I don't care whether or not you're down here, though why Professor Snape would wish to meet with you is beyond me. And since when are you on a first name with myself or the professor?”

I almost chuckled, but I held down the urge, knowing Draco wouldn't appreciate the action. He was a man now, as most of the seventh year boys were, but sometimes he could be as naïve as a second year.

“I've saved your life, and in return, your mother saved mine. I used your wand in battle. And as for Professor Snape, I call him Severus because I saved his life as well. And, well he might not want me telling someone else the other reasons.”

“Indeed, I would not.”

I nearly jumped at the smooth tones of Severus' voice, however I caught myself just in time. I'd never hear the end of it if I began starting at every little thing that caught me off guard. Draco, though, had no such luck. He even let out a slight squeak and whipped around with his wand raised. Severus raised a single eyebrow at the platinum haired man and he lowered his wand, but didn't put it away.

“I didn't hear you coming, Professor.” A faint blush graced the porcelain cheeks of Draco for several heart beats before slowly fading away.

“Obviously,” was all that Severus replied.

I cleared my throat to ease the tension between the two Slytherins. They both gave me a slightly disgusted look, as if doing something so base as to clear my throat was the height of debasement. I simply rolled my eyes and gave them a look as to convey my impatience. I still felt very uncomfortable standing amongst the dead Death Eaters and students alike. I needed to get behind strong wards.

Severus seemed to get that I was growing more uncomfortable by the moment, because at that time he spoke. “I came to see what was keeping you. You are exactly ten minutes late for our appointment, and whilst I am aware that your time keeping abilities are fairly lacking, you are not usually so disrespectful as to keep one waiting this long.”

Draco stared at his godfather with his mouth agape. It seemed as though he had forgotten the Malfoy Family Handbook's Rules of Deportment, as he had committed many offenses against it in the short span of time that we had been in the same area together. Severus gave the man a glare and his mouth snapped shut with an audible click. The raven-haired man nodded and turned to me.

“Shall we, Potter? I do believe that enough time has been wasted.”

I let a small, soft smile grace my face and nodded back. “Yes, of course. Draco, have a good night.”

The blonde sneered at me, gave a short bow to Severus, then with head raised, glided down the body strewn corridor to his dormitory. Severus and I shared an intimate look of humorous understanding before I took his arm and allowed him to draw me down a side corridor towards his rooms.

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“You know, Potter, we do have an odd relationship.”

“Severus, what have I asked you about calling me Potter in bed?”

“We're not in bed, Harry,” Severus quipped.

“Not the point, Severus. We are still having intimate relations. Haven't you thought it odd to be reminding yourself of my father while I get you off, or did you secretly have a thing for him, and that's why there was all that sexual tension resulting in teasing and tormenting?”

I received the worse glare ever from Severus for that joke. He slipped his semi-flaccid cock from my arse and rolled to the side and stood from the couch. Even naked, the man could be quite intimidating.

“Not only do you insult my intelligence, Potter, but you also have the nerve to insinuate that I had feelings for your father? You well know that it was your mother that held my affections.”

I felt in the mood to test how far I could tease Severus before I was booted from his quarters, so I replied, “Oh, Severus...if it were my mother you fancied, then why is it me that you fuck at night? When did your tastes shift from women to men? It makes much more sense that you always hated my father because he chose my mother, a girl, over you...because it was him you fancied. Oh, I can believe you were perhaps fixated on my mother because you were jealous of her, but not because you were attracted to her.”

“ENOUGH,” Severus roared. “Get dressed and get out. I will not have anyone, even you, questioning my love of Lily. As a joke or otherwise,” he cut me off as I was about to state that I was simply joking with him. “Just get dressed and be gone from my sight.”

“Severus,” I tried. I knew I had gone too far, but I never thought he'd get this angry.

“Don't, Potter.” There was a warning growl in the back of Severus' throat.

Tears began to well in the corners of my eyes, but I refused to cry before the man who not only had made my life a living hell for seven years, but had become my lover in the span of the last several months. Severus had come to mean a great deal to me, what with all the training he gave me and the memories he showed me. I needed him, in a way, to connect to my parents, as well as for the love he had so abruptly decided to bestow upon me.

Taking in a deep breath, I gathered my wand and preformed a dressing charm Hermione had shown Ron and me in third year after a few too many late mornings. Once dresses, I stiffened my back and left Severus' rooms without looking at him. I couldn't stand to see the contempt there that I was sure flooded through his obsidian eyes.

“Potter,” he said softly.

“Yes, Severus.”

“Don't return until I call for you.”

At that statement, I nearly lost the battle with my tears. He hated me for my jesting. I was never going to feel his strong embrace again. I'd blown it. I held my breath and quickly made my ways out of Severus' rooms. As soon as I was out of his corridor, the tears began to flow freely. I couldn't hold them back any longer. I had lost the one thing that meant anything to me anymore after the war. With Ron and Hermione, Remus and Tonks, Dumbledore and Sirius all dead due to the Dark Lord, I felt as though my world was spinning out of control. Sure, I had Teddy on the weekends, but Severus was my rock. He was the one person I could count on not to lie to me, to show me how he felt and always tell me what I needed to know. And now he was gone.

A small, polite cough interrupted my inner diatribe. I turned my head towards the sound and laughed internally at the cruel Karmic twist to my day. Twenty paces away stood Draco Malfoy, probably the only other person I wouldn't want to see me crying. I guess it was time for one turn to beget another.

“Draco,” I choked out. I rubbed furiously at my eyes and forced myself to stop crying. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment and anger, not at Draco, but at myself for letting go before I was behind wards.

“Potter, has something happened to Professor Snape?”

I laughed internally again, sounding as bitter as I felt. “No, nothing is wrong with him. It's me.”

Draco took several quick steps forward, hands slightly outstretched as if to catch me should I fall. “Do you need to go see Madame Pomfrey? Should I transfigure a cot?”

I laughed out loud this time, the sound bordering on crazy. “No, Draco. I'm not ill or physically injured. I'll heal, on my own, eventually.”

The blonde quirked an eyebrow at my cryptic words. He couldn't seemed to wrap his brain around what I meant, but that is the way I wanted it. He didn't need to know that Severus had kicked me out, or that I may never see the man again. The tears began welling again and I turned my head away.

“Potter?”

I huffed and wiped at my eyes again. “Just leave it alone, Draco.”

“Harry,” he tried again. I turned towards him, my eyes leaking like a faucet. I couldn't turn the pain off, and my heart was breaking. The platinum haired man closed the distance between us and wrapped me in his warm embrace. I have never expected to be here, but it was nice. I could smell his shampoo, chamomile and cocoa butter. I leaned into him for longer than I probably should have, but I was enjoying the sensation of being held while crying too much to give it up.

After a long while, I finally loosed myself from the Slytherin's grip and took a few steps back. “Thank you, Draco. I consider that debt paid.”

Draco frowned at me and a sneer took over his face. “I didn't do it for any damned debt, Potter. You looked like you could use it, and for some Merlin-forsaken reason I gave in to my impulse.”

I sighed and shook my head. “I didn't mean to insinuate that you did this just to fulfill the debt, but I do consider this repaying it. I did need that. Something happened between myself and Severus, and it hurt. And with Ron and Hermione gone...” I didn't finish that thought. I had just realized that it might make Draco think he was the last person I'd go to. “I didn't mean--”

“I get it, Potter. You don't have anyone else, and I was here. It doesn't hurt my feelings; it is simply the truth. I have to go. I'll keep your secret.”

“Draco, I trust you.”
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