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Deathsong Balladeer	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3018 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Harry, Snape, Draco and Lucius are not mine. I'm just putting them all through hell for my own twisted amusement.

Warning: Slash, angst ,incestual hints, the usual. Um....rrrr......eh.......rated R. No sex or really harsh language, just disturbing situations. had to think there for a moment.

Dedication: To Kitten and Moira, my two special gals. Oi, Kitten. I got home, sat down, and just sort of went "lordy". We've definitely gone farther then ever before now. We've no shame...none whatsoever...Poor Draco. Poor Ron. Well, not really. Depends on how you look at it. Poor everyone... :-(

Author's Note: Blargh. Not much to say, this is just another chapter. Oh, Moira, I was actually planning on this happening before I got your e-mail. This whole thing reminds me of something, but I just can't place it...a movie, or a book, or something...Poor Sev. He's always stuck cleaning up after Lucius.

Disruptions and Divulgences

Blinking furiously, Severus Snape silenced the low alarm he used to wake himself in time for classes. He took a deep breath, pulling his arm out from underneath Harry Potter, who was curled up tightly against him. The trapped limb seemed to be asleep, and Snape cursed under his breath as he yanked it out from under the sleeping boy. He massaged his wrist and forearm, willing the circulation to pick up.
He had stayed awake most of the night, not out of concern but more kept up by Harry's soft moaning and whimpering. The Potions master assumed the noises were from nightmares. Harry had twitched and tossed about some, but other than that had remained rather calm in his sleep. His warm form was becoming familiar now, and Snape reflected he would probably miss it, were it not there.
//Just wonderful.// Snape thought, as he kicked back the covers and slipped out of bed. //You've grown fond of him. Exactly what you did not want to do. He's too young, and too aggravating. End this now.// Stretching, Snape scrubbed his hand over his eyes. Two things immediately became apparent to him. One-the door was ajar. Snape knew that Harry had closed it the night before. The second was that his chair was turned slightly, the back now facing the bed directly. Neither of these things were a good sign.
//Damn.// It was the only word that sprang to Snape's mind. It was relatively tame, but it seemed to fit the situation. //I didn't replace the locks.// Anyone could be inside the room. But who it turned out to be was the last person Snape expected.
"Mr. Malfoy...what in the name of God are you doing here?"
"I'd like to ask Potter the same thing." Tone snide, eyes flashing and condemning. He was reclining in the chair, a maniacal cherub, baby-faced and conniving. His grey eyes were dark, and his cur curled up in an incriminating sneer. One leg dangled over an armrest, and the other was tucked up tight against his body.
"You have no right to enter my private chambers uninvited." Snape took his dressing robe off of its hook and wrapped it tightly around his nightshirt clad frame.
"I wanted to speak with you." Draco said, shrugging. "The door wasn't locked. How was I supposed to know you'd be in bed with one of your students." An insolent grin. "*Thpartparticular student. Honestly, I'd think you would have some standards. Oh well. I can think of at least two people who wouldn't be happy to find out about this..."
"I can assure you Mr. Malfoy, that running to either Dumbledore or your father on this will do little good." It was a bluff, but Snape figured the boy wouldn't know that.
"Oh?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "And why not?"
"The headmaster is aware of the situation." Snape said, plainly. Draco's timing couldn't have been better, really.

"And my father?" That damn grin! Snape wanted to slap it off of the boy's pale, pointed face.
"Oh, for God's sake Draco! Where do you think your father went, after speaking to you the other night?" Snape threw up his hands, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I don't know."
"Here. So he would not express any surprise that you entered my chambers and found Mr. Potter in my bed."
"Really?" Draco's smile faded a bit, and his lower lip began to slide out into a pout that the Potions master knew all too well. "But...what about the Ministry? I think they'd not be too pleased to hear that the headmaster is letting teachers take advantage of students..."
"You'll keep this to yourself."
"Make me." Draco rose, head tilted back and fists balled at his sides. "It looks to me like you're in nsitisition to make demands. I, on the other hand, am. *Professor*."
"You are an insolent little..."
"Watch your tongue, professor. I may be persuaded to keep this little nugget of information to myself..." The wheedling, petulant voice grated on Snape's ears. Did the child realize how he sounded?
"Blackmail, Malfoy?" Snape arched an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest. //So, the boy's not completely stupid. He at least knows how to turn a situation to his advantage.//
"Consider it more of...returning a favor." Draco shrugged. "Now, which is it going to be?"
"And what do you want, in return for your silence?" Snape knew he shouldn't be bargaining like this. The moment he allowed the boy to know he was considering the deal, he was trapped. But he was in a rather perilous position. He could simply claim that the Potter boy had forced himself on his unsuspecting professor, or that he had woken up to find the boy in his bed. That would reflect poorly on Harry, but it would at least keep them both out of Malfoy's debt.
Draco looked up, his smoky grey eyes meeting Snape's before lowering to the floor. Suddenly, his haughty arrogance was gone, and he was simply a spoiled little boy in over his head. "Make my father stop." He said quietly, and Snape took a step backwards.
"Draco..." The Potions master sighed, rolling his eyes heavenward. The situation simply kept deteriorating. He forced his voice softer, though it was difficult in the circumstances. "You must know I cannot do that..."
"Why not?" His voice rose, shrilly, fists tightening. "I know you're...you and he..."
"It is not my place." Snape said simply, the words sounding cold and bitter to his own ears. //I am sorry, Draco. I do not agree with it, and certainly do not condone it. But I cannot stop Lucius from doing anything. And why is it my place to do so? Why must *I* clean up the messes he leaves?//
"Not your place?" Now it was Draco who took a horrified step backwards. "Then whose place is it?"
"No one's." Snape said, reaching out a hesitant hand to the boy, who took another step away.
"Don't touch me! You're just like him..." Draco snapped, and there were angry spots of color high on his cheeks. "You don't care. You pretend you do, but you don't! You're his dog. That's why you treat me good, isn't it? Because you don't want him getting angry...you know what he's like when he's angry...do you have any idea, what it's like for me? The things he says, the things he *does*!" He had wrapped his arms around himself, and begun to shiver. Snape wanted again to reach for him, but knew it would be a foolish idea. "And sometimes he gives me to his friends...they don't hurt me, he wouldn't let them. Only he's allowed to hurt me like that. And he...he tells me how different I am from his other lovers. Makes sense, considering his lovers go to his bed willingly, and I don't." Grey eyes narrowed, flashing. "I know more then I ever wanted to about *your* techniques. Apparently I'm not as good, not as...enthusiastic." The word was drawn out, and Draco's lip curled as he said it.
"It is not right." Snape said, softly. //Why? Why does he have to tell me these things? I know that Lucius is a cruel man, I know he abuses his son...but there is nothing I can do. Knowing the intimate details will not change my mind, it will only give me sleepless nights.//
"Then make him stop!" The panicked, hectic tone that had entered Draco's voice cut through Snape, and he wished there was something he could do.
"Draco, I have done what I could." He said. "I have expressed my displeasure. I can do no more." //For the love of God ,boy, I cannot even defend my own lover from your father. You think I can defend you?//
"Don't want to get your hands dirty, eh?" Draco gave a sharp, cold laugh. "What? You just say enough to ease your conscience? You a c a coward! An arrogant, filthy, perverted coward..."
"Draco, that's enough."
Snape tensed, his head turning quickly to glance over at the bed. Harry was sitting up, covers draped loosely over his lap. He was looking at Draco, and the distance made it difficult to see the emotion in his eyes.
"Stay out of this, Potter." Draco sneered. "This doesn't involve you."
"Yes it does." Harry retorted. "It's not just...Professor Snape you're blackmailing, it's me."
"I...you..." Draco had gone pale, and his lips were nearly a straight line. "How long have you been awake? What did you hear?"
"Nothing I didn't already know." Harry said, tiredly. Snape withdrew himself from the conversation, stepping out of the line of sight between the two boys. Perhaps Harry would have a better hand at rationalizing Dra Draco.
"What do you mean?"
"I know about your dad." Harry said, emotionlessly.
"How? Did he...?" Hand waved in the direction of Snape.
"No. You know how you said that when your dad...when he does that to you, he compares you to his other lovers?" Snape inhaled sharply, breath hissing softly as he did so. //Why is he still talking? Why is he bringing *that* into it? I doubt sharing the knowledge that he was raped by Lucius Malfoy will suddenly make Draco feel any closer to him.//
Draco nodded curtly, still evidently furious. But there was fear there, as well. A shivering, slight fear, overshadowed and engulfed by the anger.
"Well, he compared me to you." Harry said, and Snape was awed by the pure lack of spite in his voice. //How he does not fling that in his face...//
"Oh? And who came out on top, hmm?" Draco snarled. //Harry, you should not have said that. You should not have brought that into it.//
"I think we were even." Harry shrugged. "I didn't scream...I don't think he liked that
"No. He doesn't." Well, it seemed the divulgence had at least put them on equal footing. Or perhaps it was simply Draco did not want to show such obvious emotions in front of Harry.
"Draco, please think about things rationally." Snape finally interjected. "Do you *really* wish to get yourself entangled in this situation? You will be involved, should the Ministry believe you and take action. You will be questioned...and we will be questioned about you."
"What do you mean?" Eyes flicked to Snape, confusion evident in them.
"Well, you will be asked how you discovered this...this. Why you were here. What you wished to speak to me about. Why you entered a teacher's private chambers at so early an hour. Will you have answers that will not incriminate yourself?"
"I..." Draco failed. "My father..."
"Will ask you the same things." Snape said, firmly. "You would be wise, Mr. Malfoy, to simply return to your dorm and forget this ever happened."
"You're bluffing."
"I don't think he is." Harry said, seriously. "You're going to get in as much trouble as we would."
"And your father would want to know what you were doing...slipping into my chambers at this hour. Highly suspicious, Draco." Snape hated himself for using that particular card, but he had no choice. Better to scare the boy than allow him to go through with his plan of blackmail. "And it would be my word against your own. It would sound quite convincing...you came here attempting to seduce me. Throwing yourself at me, begging me to 'protect' you from him."
"You wouldn't!"
"I would." Snape inclined his head. "You should know yourself, we Slytherins do what we must to save ourselves. I am sorry that I cannot help you. But you must accept that." //You have been cheated by fate, Draco. You were dealt a highly unfortunate hand. But you have endured, and you will continue to endure. Until you grow some spine of your own.//
"Slytherin." Draco spit it out. "Slytherins don't bed Gryffindors. Oh, don't worry...I'll keep my mouth shut. For now."
"Good. Now, please return to your dorm. We will not speak of this. Ever again. And I...I will turn a blind eye to whatever messes you find yourself in." He had to give the boy something.
"I would hope so." Draco drawled. "Do you do the same for your little whore?"
"Shut up, Draco." Harry snapped. " lea leave. You've done enough."
"I thought I told you to stay out of it?"
"Both of you!" Snape yelled. "Harry, be quiet. Draco, leave now. Leave your petty little rivalry out of my bedroom."
"Sorry." Harry apologized. Draco just sneered, his _expression much as it was when Snape had first discovered him. //Arrogant little prat. But he is stronger then we credit him for. If he has not broken yet, he will not break.//
"I'm not going to forget this." Draco snapped, turning on his heel. "*Any* of this." He said darkly, before striding out, slamming the door behind him. Snape let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He ran his hand over his face, a headache pulsing firmly behind his eyes.
"Is he going to do anything?" Harry asked, quietly.
"No." Snape said, sinking onto the bed next to his young lover. "He will keep his mouth shut."
"I don't want you getting in trouble for this."
"Then cease this." Snape said, looking over at Harry. He knew the boy was-for some unknown reason-reluctant to end their relationship. No matter how Snape looked at it, he had to allow that that was what it had become. He felt...something for Harry. He was not the sort of man who defined his emotions. But there was an emotional attachment to Harry.
"If it would..." Harry started, but Snape put a finger to his lips.
"Never mind. Get dressed. Return to your dorm. You have classes." Harry had always rejected any suggestion that they end things. Snape hadn't expected him to change his mind, regardless of the situation. //You've made a mistake. You've allowed him to see you aren't as indifferent as you seem. Do not let him come to you tonight. He is healing, he is not damaged beyond repair. He does not need you, no matter what he claims.//
Harry just nodded, lips pressing against Snape's finger in a light kiss. He rose, dressing slowly. Snape could tell he wanted to talk, most likely about what had just happened. But there was nothing that could be said. So they dressed in silence, the room taking on an oppressive air. A few times it seemed the boy would say something, but he didn't. He finished dressing, and kissed the Potions master briefly. "See you in class." He mumbled, eyes downcast, before slipping out.
Snape sighed. How much had he heard? How long *had* he been awake? Harry knew the position Snape was in. //But does he know what it does to me? Knowing I can do nothing? These are the reasons I turned. Lucius has become a monster. And he will be called to heed for his actions. I only hope it is soon. And that I am responsible.//
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