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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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"So you've been busy, it seems," Lucius drawled, once Severus emerged from his Manor bedroom. Although Severus instinctively wanted to stiffen, feeling the dread already coalescing between his shoulder blades, he stood resolutely, merely raising one eyebrow.
"Indeed."
Severus had to admit he was pleased when Lucius seemed put out by his lack of response. "Coming out to the world--quite literally, I might add--with the Wonder Boy on your arm. Bravo." He gave a mock clap, but there was no humour in his eyes. If anything, he looked furious.
Severus had been ready to head towards the study and Draco's lesson, but he'd known this confrontation would have to take place. It was probably better to deal with it sooner rather than later. "You said yourself that I could use Harry Potter to my advantage. You really shouldn't be all that surprised that I did."
They were standing in the hallway, and Lucius was leaning on his cane, blocking Severus, but at that, he began to pace a little, clearly irritated. "Yes, I suppose that's true. But to take him on as a lover? That was rather . . . audacious of you." Severus had the feeling that 'audacious' was not the word Lucius wanted to use. That left him wondering which word Lucius would have preferred.
"To my surprise and enjoyment, it turns out Harry is a submissive." Let him chew on that for a moment. "Yet there is in fact the seedling of a Slytherin side to him. The date, as it turns out, was his idea," Severus said, watching Lucius's reactions carefully.
Lucius's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing for a moment, and Severus could feel those cool eyes taking in every detail about him, from his freshly washed and slightly damp hair to the immaculate state of his robes, thanks mostly to Kreacher's efforts. "I see," Lucius said finally, and Severus knew he was starting to feel desperate, by the slight tremor in his voice. "So your plans . . ." He indicated the room Severus was currently inhabiting.
"My plans are enfolding day by day, and perhaps hour by hour," Severus said truthfully. "I thank you for your hospitality, but I will likely not need to stay another night here, nor infringe upon you with the care of my belongings." And here it came to it. He wondered how Lucius would take the news, knowing full well all that it entailed.
Lucius's nostrils flared, and there was an obvious tension to him, like cloudy skies before a storm. "And . . . what effect does this all have on our arrangement? My arrangement with you?" His tone left no doubt as to which arrangement he meant. Severus knew this would be the most difficult part. Lucius was addicted to pain, and he had few to turn to who could provide it.
Again, Severus had to be honest. "I don't know yet--obviously it will change, as I will not be living here. It is something that I must evaluate before continuing." And by that, of course he meant that he would need to talk to Harry about it. One thing he would not do would be to have a contract with a submissive without openly communicating with the man he more preferred being with.
If Lucius paled any further, Severus mused, he would likely faint. "I see." Seething fury showed in his eyes, and his knuckles were white as he gripped his walking stick. "I would encourage you to think carefully before throwing anything away." He took a step forward. "I may have lost most of my venom, but I am not without fangs. I can make life very difficult for you. I imagine the Ministry would be fascinated to learn of your particular fetishes. They might even imagine that you had seduced . . . even corrupted . . . their darling hero." He sneered.
This was not an unforeseen tactic. Snape kept his own tone cool and unimpressed, though truthfully he knew such an action from Lucius could cause problems for Harry and himself. "That would eventually lead to your divulging of your own secrets. Though you are not in social favour at the moment, such information could guarantee you never finding it again. In any case, examination by Pensieve would refute such charges." He decided to try one further tactic. "One Slytherin trait is the ability to be patient and wait for opportunity. You may still be able to get what you want. But I will require some time to explore such a possibility."
Lucus flicked back a silver strand of hair angrily. "And I'm supposed to be satisfied with that?!"
Severus could not help it; his gaze strayed for a second to the door of his room at the Manor, thinking of his precious chests. "I agree it is scarcely sufficient. Here is a thought. I would like to remove my belongings this afternoon to transport them back to my old residence. In exchange for your grace and cooperation, I am willing to conduct one last session today. Understand that it will not involve penetration. But pain and humiliation . . . these are what I think you crave more at the moment. Am I correct?" He kept his voice low, so that Draco, if he were nearby, would hopefully not be able to hear. Lucius leaned closer, and Severus could see that he was contemplating it, his gaze growing softer for a moment.
Severus stood still, as Lucius took first one step closer, than another, until they were chest to chest and he could feel the heat off Lucius's body, as the man tilted his head to speak near Severus's ear. "A parting gift?" There was pain in his tone, and Severus was impressed that the man was actually allowing him to hear it.
"Perhaps," Severus conceded. "But not definitively. I have . . . ideas. Ones, which Potter might or might not find interesting." He waited as Lucius processed that.
"Mm," Lucius finally said, and Severus knew he had won; Lucius's interest was piqued. He licked his lips, and took a step back, allowing Severus some room to breathe. "I will see you following Draco's lesson, then. Afterwards, you can attend to your affairs." He turned and walked towards the stairway, an obvious dismissal. Severus had to refrain from rolling his eyes. But if the illusion of control suited Lucius, he would allow the illusion. It would make things easier for everyone.
Once Lucius was out of sight, Severus allowed himself to take a small breath of relief. He wasted no more time, but headed towards the study where he presumed Draco would be waiting for him. When he reached the room, however, he found that it was empty. "Draco?" He called out sharply. It wasn't like the young man to be late. With all the lurking around that Draco had been up to lately, he wondered if the young man had been snooping in on his conversation with Lucius.
There was no answer. Feeling irritated now, Severus strode over to Draco's room on the other wing and rapped sharply on the door. "Coming," he heard in a low tone from inside, and shortly thereafter, Draco opened the door. He was still wearing his nightshirt, and his hair was uncombed. Severus scowled.
Severus cuffed Draco lightly to the side of his head. "If I have to get up early out of bed to instruct you, then you have better be dressed and ready to be taught. Get dressed. You are to demonstrate the charms I taught you yesterday. If I am not satisfied with your performance, I'll have you doing first year drills."
Draco glared at him, not moving. "Sorry, but I wasn't even expecting you to show today. I read the news about you and Potter. Potter!" He spat the name like a curse. If he was a cat, Severus reflected, his back would be arched and his tail standing straight out. He couldn't help but smile a little at the image. "Why Potter?" Draco pleaded, sounding injured.
"Because he needs me," Severus answered simply, not to be drawn in by Draco's dramatics. "And because he is of use to me as well." At its core, it was a true statement. He certainly wasn't going to elaborate further to his godson. "It is not your business, nor does it affect my contract with you as a tutor. So get dressed." He turned and walked away, knowing Draco would have to get ready in order to continue talking.
It was only a moment or two later, as he was setting things up in the study, when Severus saw Draco enter, now dressed and hair combed, although he didn't quite look his usual immaculate self. He was also a little calmer, but there was still anger in his eyes. "I thought you were trying to help me in my place in society," Draco said in a low voice, pulling out his wand to perform the first charm Severus had set for him for homework. Of course, he did it flawlessly.
"I agreed to tutor you for your N.E.W.T. exams," Severus replied smoothly, unperturbed by Draco's sullen attitude. He'd already faced the father; this was nothing in comparison. "I never agreed to anything beyond that, but only gave you a little advice on how you could use your charms. I don't see that anything has changed between us. As your godfather, the most I would ever do would be to advise you." Severus's eyes narrowed. "As it stands, in fact I think I already did too much."
Draco was silent for a moment as he demonstrated a few more charms he had been studying. Once again, they were flawless, so Severus merely nodded between each one, marking them off on his tablet. "I wanted to get away from Potter," Draco finally said, with that note of despair once again in his voice. "I wanted a way to show that I'm not this little snivelling coward."
"Then stop snivelling and go out there and show the world your strength," Severus barked, annoyed to the point that he was ready to hex Draco and test how well his defensive spells were under duress. He was gratified when Draco paused and stared at him wide-eyed, taken back.
"I--" Draco began, apparently at a loss for words. His gaze hardened, but at the same time, Severus watched as he pulled himself more upright, setting his shoulders back. Prouder. It made sense; after all, their last conversation had been about confidence. "All right. Fine. I'll show you, and I'll show my bloody father as well. I didn't really want anything to do with Potter anyway."
Severus had an idea that they would all be in for a world of trouble, that he had just unleashed something. But it really was for the best. Draco might be put out that the man he fancied was now involved with none other than his godfather, but at the heart of things, Severus didn't really think Draco would have had more than a moment's satisfaction with Harry. There was still far too much growing up to do, for both of them.
Things settled down, as they focused on the lesson, moving through the review of charms as well as pertinent N.E.W.T. level ones that Draco would need. The most ironic thing, Severus thought as he went over Draco's strengths in his classes--potions, charms, transfiguration, history . . . was that with the exception of Defence Against the Dark Arts, Draco probably had the qualifications to become an excellent Auror.
Wasn't that an irony.
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