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To Have and To Hold	By : MontanaDan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 67410 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Mind the warnings for explicit m/m sex. See disclaimer and warnings in Chapter 1.

Chapter 10

Rumors

Lucius shuddered as his son stepped forward to kneel at the Dark Lord�s feet. Draco followed the detailed instructions he�d been given and performed flawlessly as he kissed the Master�s robe.

"Rise, young Malfoy," the Dark Lord instructed. "You have been informed of your duty, I presume."

Draco gracefully straightened, his posture perfect although he kept his eyes lowered. Most of his face was in shadow from the full hood of the cloak.

"I have, my lord," Draco said and if he were nervous at all, his voice did not betray him.

"And?"

"And we have become closer," Draco said. "There had to have been someone else," Draco continued thoughtfully, "But I believe he is tiring of the relationship and is beginning to look elsewhere."

Voldemort�s eyes glowed as he studied Draco, taking in the body language and the thoughtful tone. "And did we discover who it was?"

Draco looked up sharply, poised to speak.

Only what he needs to know, Draco, Lucius tried to will the words to his son.

"I had my speculations, my Lord," Draco admitted, then he hung his head. "But they were wrong. Potter has become more skilled at hiding his feelings."

"Mm, yes," the Dark Lord concurred as he began to pace before his throne. "I have reason to agree with you." He remained silent for a moment.

Draco sent Lucius a glance and Lucius shook his head minutely to indicate that the Dark Lord was by no means done with him.

"So the rumors at the school are false?"

Draco appeared confused so Lucius stepped forward.

"Which rumors do you speak of, master?" Lucius asked. "There are many at any given time."

The Dark Lord expelled what could only be described as a deliberate chuckle and it sent a chill of foreboding down Lucius� spine.

He stopped his pacing before Draco again, reached out and pushed the hood off Draco�s head. Staring down into Draco�s eyes, he murmured, "The rumors of you and Potter."

Draco noticeably swallowed and nodded. "I am sure those rumors only escalated from the fact that we�ve been spending more time together. People�s imagination-"

"Draco," the Dark Lord interrupted. "What is the problem?"

Lucius admired Draco�s fortitude as the Dark Lord eye�s scoured his face.

"The emotion isn�t there yet, my Lord," Draco said, his voice holding a small quiver. "I�m sure with a little time-"

"Time?" he interrupted again, his expression darkening, his brow furrowing. "I�m sure a boy as pretty as you," the Dark Lord paused to run a finger down Draco�s face, "should have all of Hogwarts eating out of his hand."

Draco�s eyes were as wide as saucers and his body was strained almost to the shaking point. There was no doubt in Lucius� mind that Draco recognized the hunger in the Dark Lord�s glowing eyes.

The Dark Lord had no discrimination when he was �in the mood.� Usually Bella, the still somewhat crazed and indubitably faithful bitch, serviced the master�s whims, but when the inclination was upon him, the Dark Lord would take what he wanted. Lucius had been most fortunate that the master had not called upon him since his rebirth.

The thought alone was enough to make him shudder.

The Dark Lord waved the hand from Draco�s cheek. "Get the job done, Draco. My patience is wearing thin."

"Yes, my Lord," Draco whispered as he bowed and backed away from the throne.

The Dark Lord returned to his dais and settled back into his chair. He lifted his glowing gaze to Lucius, and his expression became foreboding.

"Do not fail me, Lucius," he said.

Lucius bowed low. "I will not, my Lord."

They were dismissed as the master turned to several lower ranking Death Eaters that approached the dais and Lucius quickly led Draco out of the audience room. They didn�t pause for pleasantries either as they mad their way through the house.

As Lucius strode away, his son hastened to his side to walk beside him. Lucius was almost sure where the mansion was now. He merely had to triangulate it to the nearest town, which he had narrowed down to three.

Draco was understandably quiet.

"You understand now?" Lucius asked quietly.

"Yes, Father," Draco said, accompanied by a forceful nod. "So what are we going to do?"

"We�re getting out of this madness," Lucius responded fiercely. "There are other ways. What seemed like the simplest path has become the most perilous."

Draco nodded again.

"Unfortunately, we will need help," Lucius admitted.

"Dumbledore?"

"Indubitably, but to ensure the time I need, we will have to secure several others as well."

"Potter?"

"Unfortunately." Lucius stopped at an appropriate distance to apparate and turned to his son. "Was any of what you told the Dark Lord true?"

"About what?"

"About Potter �moving on�?"

Draco shrugged. "Blaise seems to think so and no one has been watching Potter more than Blaise. He�s damn near obsessed."

Lucius frowned. "Do you foresee a problem in that area?"

"No," Draco said confidently. "Blaise is many things but he isn�t stupid."

Lucius nodded his agreement. "Good." He eyed his son thoughtfully. "By the way, who did you think Potter was involved with?"

Draco bit his lip and looked back hesitantly. "Uncle Severus," he said.

It wasn�t often that Lucius was taken by surprise. "Severus?"

"Yes. All the evidence-"

Lucius couldn�t help himself; laughter flowed freely from his chest. Severus Snape and the Boy-Who-Lived? Priceless.

Draco was scowling at him.

"How could you even think that?"

"It�s not as strange as you might think."

Lucius laughed softly. "Severus Snape and Harry Potter," he muttered, his humor still high. He took hold of his son. "Come, my dragon, we must get you back to school."

"But-"

They apparated outside the school wards and Lucius turned to his son, serious again.

"Father-"

"Draco," he cut him off. "Listen to me. I know you don�t want to anger the Dark Lord. Even disappointment will incur his wrath. For now we will do what he says, or at least appear to be doing it."

"All right."

"You must talk to Potter about exploiting this rumor," Lucius told him. "For whatever the reason, the fates have given us something to work with. Rumor and speculation can be manipulated to our advantage. All we need is a little more time."

"I understand."

"Do you?" Lucius quizzed. "Do you really?"

Draco visibly shuddered. "I saw how he looked at me," Draco said. "Believe me, I understand."

Lucius nodded gravely. "Very well." He took a hold of his son�s head and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "We�ll get through this, my dragon. I�m proud of you."

Draco nodded. "Thank you, Father. I won�t let you down."

Lucius inclined his head. "I will be in touch." Once again, Draco nodded and Lucius stepped back and apparated to the Manor.

He had to double-check his maps again and then he would talk to Severus. He couldn�t help the smirk that grew on his face as a house elf popped into the room and took his cloak and gloves.

Severus and Harry Potter. By Merlin, that was just too-

Lucius froze.

The Dark Lord had been complaining that someone must have been teaching the boy Occlumency. Lucius already knew that Severus was a spy. Dumbledore couldn�t be everywhere, do everything. What if�?

Indeed, the �what ifs� were thought-provoking. And Draco had said�

"Ah, my dragon. I should never doubt you," Lucius murmured. "You are my son after all."

Lucius chucked as he entered his study. The Prophet lay on the desk, on the cover was a photograph of a very pregnant young girl. The caption below read: I�m having Harry Potter�s Love Child.

Lucius snorted. Another one? The boy needed a press agent � and a good lawyer.

Although why bother. The public would think what it wanted to anyway. Hell, Potter himself could tell them that he was in love with Fudge and they�d never believe it. Potter could do anything he wanted to�

A very Slytherin attitude, and it smacked of Severus.

His own words come back to haunt him.

"Rumor and speculation can be manipulated to our advantage."

The whole bloody theory was not as humorous as it had been mere minutes ago. The question was, how could Lucius use it?

*********

Severus thrust up as Harry lowered himself on Severus� thighs, impaling himself fully within Harry�s wet heat. Harry�s beautiful body bowed, his head thrown back, his hand gripping Severus�s shoulders almost ripping his arms out of their sockets.

Severus didn�t know which was better, the sight of Harry riding him or Harry�s expressive features as each thrust caused more pleasure rippling through Harry�s body.

He�d never seen Harry so happy or so bloody enthusiastic. Severus had let Harry touch him. It had been torture. Harry�s gentle, innocent touch, exploring his body with fascination had almost killed him. When he was an old man, the memory alone would no doubt put him in catatonic shock.

Unable to wait, he had grabbed Harry with every intention of pounding him through the mattress, but the bloody brat had frowned.

"You promised," Harry had said accompanied by such a disappointed look that his bloody inner voice had laved him so much guilt that he couldn�t ignore it.

"Do something," Severus had begged, to which the enticing little imp proceeded to spread the lube over Severus� cock, then prepare himself.

Severus found it more erotic than anything he�d previously encountered with Harry. And when Harry started lowering himself onto Severus� painfully hard erection, Severus thought he would lose his mind.

Harry could�ve screamed in agony and Severus wasn�t quite sure he would have noticed but for the blood rushing through his ears and, more importantly, his cock. In fact Severus could�ve sworn he heard�

Definitely a giggle.

Finally, sheathed in that tight channel, Severus was able to draw breath. Harry leaned over him, his mouth winding its way around Severus� jaw to his mouth.

"God, you�re beautiful, Severus," he murmured against Severus� lips.

"Impertinent," Severus mumbled self-consciously, sliding his fingers through the silky black mass to pull Harry closer for a deeper, more serious kiss.

"Now move, brat," Severus said, his voice raspy with need. "Or I will hex you into next week."

"Next week?"

"Mm, then you�ll have to wait for time to catch up before I let you come."

Harry leaned up and stared down at him, clear astonishment on his face, as if he wanted to ask if Severus could actually do that. Unfortunately, Severus couldn�t keep his face expressionless, not with his desire so compounded. His lip twitched and Harry�s eyes grew round for a moment then he started to laugh, deeply.

Severus closed his eyes and groaned as the sheath convulsed around him.

"Harry," he breathed, "You�re � killing - me."

Harry quickly leaned in again and kissed him, almost desperately, and began to rock against Severus� hips.

Severus sighed. "Better."

That was a moan, not a sigh, and �better� is a very inadequate word.

Severus thoughts were totally blown away as he was introduced to the powerful leg muscles of the Gryffindor star Quiddich player. Severus almost envied that Firebolt until Harry sat up, sliding back.

Certainly never seen him do that on his broom.

Severus head rocked on the pillow as he thrust up again. He opened his eyes again and caressed Harry�s face with his gaze. Harry�s bottom lip was caught in his teeth, his eyes closed in concentration as he rode Severus with a steady sensuous rhythm. Sweat dampened his hair, making it cling to his forehead and his skin was bathed in a sheen of moisture that capture the glow of the fire and seemed to make him glimmer. Harry�s hands gripped the blankets beneath them, on either side of Severus.

The image was as arousing as all their previous play. Severus was close, so close. He wanted Harry to come with him. He wanted Harry to know�

He reached up, wrapping his hand around Harry�s straining cock. Harry groaned and arched at the first touch, opening his eyes to meet Severus� gaze. Green met black and suddenly that was all that mattered.

Say it! Say it!

Severus lightly stroked as Harry continued to rock them together.

"S-Sev," Harry panted. "I-I." Harry swallowed, his eyes falling shut as a strain came over his expression. Severus didn�t know if he was trying to keep himself from coming yet, or if it was something else.

"It�s alright, Harry," Severus managed. "I�ll be here for you."

Harry choked, his breathing erratic as his muscles locked then spasmed. Harry�s seed shot out between them as he found release, with what almost sounded like a sob of Severus� name.

The powerful contraction of muscles around him and the sight of Harry�s beautiful features in pleasure sent Severus over the edge. With a shout of Harry�s name, Severus exploded as well.

Harry collapsed from exhaustion, body still trembling, onto Severus� chest. As they separated, Severus sighed. He wished he could spend eternity buried deep within Harry.

"Sorry," Harry muttered, rolling off.

Severus stopped him, wrapping his arms around the spent body and holding him tightly. Harry�s weight was actually quite pleasant and nothing to apologize for.

"Ten points to Gryffindor," Severus muttered.

Harry snorted. "Great. And how am I going to explain that?"

"You finally created a decent potion, of course," Severus replied.

"Of course," Harry grumbled, then lifted his head. "Hey, TEN? Is that all?"

Severus smiled, pushing the damp hair away from Harry�s forehead as he leaned up and kissed his scar. "If I gave you what I thought you deserved, we would be in serious trouble."

Harry�s smile bloomed as he leaned in and kissed Severus, then he nestled back into Severus� wide chest. "Well, alright then," he said sleepily.

Severus adjusted his arms around his young lover. It felt so perfect. Harry always felt so perfect. He didn�t want to make any more mistakes.

So tell him.

"Harry."

"Hmm?"

"I-"

He needs to hear it.

"I-"

Harry leaned up again, looking at Severus with a puzzled frown. "What is it?"

Severus felt pulled into those gems again. Gentle fingers touched his face, stroking down his cheek.

"I-"

"SEVERUS?"

*********

They both startled, jumping upright and reaching for their respective wands.

"Shh," Severus said. "There is a locking and an internal silencing spell on the room."

"If we can hear out but they can�t hear in, why do I have to-"

"Merlin, Severus. Where are you?"

"Bloody everlasting hell, it�s Lucius," Severus swore, jumping out of bed and grabbing his night robe.

"Lucius? What�s Malfoy want?" Harry demanded.

"I�m about to find out, aren�t I?"

Harry scowled at him as he watched Severus collect himself and move to the door. Hand on the knob, he turned back with a fierce look.

"Now, stay there," he commanded. "I mean it."

Harry nodded.

"Harry-"

Since he had used Harry instead of Potter, Harry caved. "I will, I swear."

Severus nodded once then opened the door just enough to slip through. Once Severus was out, Harry jumped out of bed and shoved his legs into his jeans, hopping closer to the door so he could hear.

"What, by all that is magical, happened to you?"

"I was asleep, Lucius," Severus said irritated. "It is the middle of the night."

"Asleep?" Harry could swear he heard amusement in the deep voice. "Bad dreams � or should I say good ones?"

Must be a fire call, Harry decided from the lack of movement within the room.

"Was there a purpose for this untimely and increasingly tiresome call?"

The tone instantly became serious and Harry leaned closer to the door. He vaguely heard Draco�s name.

"What about him?"

"He had an �audience� tonight."

"Did he?"

"Indeed."

"What happened?"

"The long and the short of it is, that the Dark Lord is pressuring us."

"And?" Severus prompted.

"And it seems that there are rumors floating about the school that Draco�s �mission� has already been partially successful."

"Hm, yes, I�ve heard those rumors," Severus admitted.

Harry could get nothing from his voice.

"Is there any truth to them?"

"Not that I am aware of," Severus said mildly.

"So you don�t know?" Lucius� voice sounded reflective. "Is there is anyone else?"

Severus sighed heavily. "As I�ve said previously, I am hardly Mr. Potter�s confidante."

"Mm. Yes, you�ve said as much." Harry didn�t think Lucius sounded convinced.

"How is your other task coming along?" Severus asked, probably to change the topic. That�s what Harry would�ve done.

"I am nearly there, Severus."

"I see."

"I will need a small amount of time, and then of course support."

"That has been taken care of," Severus informed. "I may have to inform Potter?"

"Why?"

"He does have a small part to play in this."

Harry snorted. Severus� sarcasm really was funny.

"I realize that, Severus, but-"

"His cooperation would augment the cover up."

"True." Lucius sounded thoughtful again. "I have instructed Draco that he will have to discuss some things with Potter."

"Very wise."

"Draco is no fool. I believe the Dark Lord left enough of an impression to stress the significance of our actions upon Draco."

"Good," Severus said, sounding relieved. "Perhaps I can give them several detentions together."

"That might be helpful."

"Very well, Lucius," Severus added. "I will contact you if I need any assistance."

"And I will notify you at once when I have completed my task."

There was silence and Harry strained to hear anything that might indicate Lucius was gone. The door opening almost on Harry�s nose startled him.

"Harry?"

"Right here," Harry said, coming around the door.

Severus raised a brow. "I thought I told you-"

"I�m still here," Harry defended himself.

Severus scowled as if he wanted to argue, but he knew the prior conversation had to be discussed. "You heard?" he asked.

Harry nodded. "Most of it."

"Draco is to prove himself," Severus stated the obvious.

"By getting close to me?" Harry inquired.

"Yes."

"Oh, hell."

"Indeed," said Severus. "Problem?"

"What do I do?" Harry asked, panic rising. He never thought ahead. Pretend to like Malfoy � that way? "I can�t do it, Severus. I�m not that good."

"You�ll have to," Severus told him, in an unforgiving tone.

"But-"

"You started it."

Harry bit his lip. And of course Severus had to remind him.

"I know you can do it."

Harry looked up and met the serious black gaze. "Really?"

"You�ve proven to me that you are quite the master at deception."

It sounded like Severus was proud of him. A warmth flooded through him.

"We�ll work on it."

Harry nodded, not really knowing what to say. Severus thought he could do it. Maybe he could then.

Harry finished dressing at Severus� prompting. Suddenly Harry was in a bit of a daze. Severus walked him through the rooms to the door.

"Remember, Harry."

Harry turned and looked up. "What?"

"You�re mine."

Harry smiled. Something about when Severus said that always sent a shiver through him. "As if you would let me forget."

"Perceptive."

"Yes, sir."

Severus leaned down and kissed Harry�s forehead. "Now, off with you, brat."

Harry smiled and left. It wasn�t until he was almost to the Tower when he remembered that Severus was trying to tell him something before they were interrupted.

Harry was about to swear his life away for Severus at that moment and Severus looked just as affected as he was .

Harry cursed Lucius Malfoy. Sometimes those moments can�t be recreated.

**********

"Where have you-" Blaise cut himself off as he got a look at his friend. "Merlin, Draco, you�re as white as a sheet."

Suspiciously, Blaise had searched the dungeons for Draco, thinking he was off with Potter again. Now he had laid in wait for him in the corridor by the Head Boy rooms set up for Slytherin.

"I�ve been with my father, Blaise," Draco responded blandly. "That should clear everything up."

"Fuck." Blaise blinked. "What was it like?"

"Oh, it was just fucking peachy," Draco retorted. "He gave me my instructions, eyeing me like I was some chocolate covered confection that he�d get to devour later."

Blaise visibly shuddered. "What are your instructions?"

Draco glared at him. "What do you think, you prick," he raged. "His Dark Lordness heard the rumors, which you started-"

"I didn�t-"

"Don�t bother denying it, Blaise," Draco said. "And it doesn�t matter anyway. I�m to get close to Potter so I can mislead him and bring him to the master." Draco said the word with the utmost distaste.

"But I wanted-"

"Too bloody late now, isn�t it?" Draco mocked.

Blaise simmered as Draco left, heading for his room. No! This was just too unfair. Draco Malfoy always got everything. All the attention, all the glamour, all the prestige. Blaise snarled. All the respect.

And now Harry.

Well, Blaise Zabini was due for some recognition of his own. He would just get Harry Potter himself. Once he was done, then the Dark Lord could have him. Then the Zabini name would be as influential as the Malfoys. Blaise�s father could finally count himself among the inner circle, favor earned from the Dark Lord.

And Blaise would have the unmistakable honor and pleasure of fucking Harry Potter to his heart�s content.
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