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To Have Not	By : MontanaDan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 22763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's notes: I can't thank you all enough for all the kind words and encouragement you've given me with this story. It's also wonderful that so many of you have different opinions on what is going to happen and who should end up with whom. However, I do want you all to know that the plot and the ending has been completed in my head since I started so there won't be any deviations. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story. Only a few chapters left of this segment.

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To Have Not

Chapter 9 - A Touch Too Much

"Harry." Severus always used that low, breathy tone when he wanted to drive Potter wild. Just using his first name at times could drive him to climax, but using that tone always caused Harry to make the most delicious sounds.

Harry moaned and spread his legs wider, inviting more from Severus' talented fingers. Severus added another and Harry pressed back on it, his hips angling for more pressure. Leaning over him, Severus licked an erect nipple and blew on it.

The noises became needy and desperate as Harry arched towards Severus' body. Severus smiled down at Harry's tortured expression; eyes screwed shut, lips swollen and pouty. His cock was straining and dripping and turning lovely shades of frustrated purple. His grip was fierce on the bedclothes.

Severus worked his way down Harry's taut form, kissing and biting until he found the center of Harry's need. Turning the fingers that were preparing the eager hole so that he found Harry's prostate, Severus engulfed the engorged cock completely with his mouth.

Harry screamed and came, his entire body quaking with pleasure. Severus swallowed all that Harry had to give, savoring his taste, his essence as Harry went limp below him.

"Sev'rus," Harry murmured.

Grinning, Severus removed his hand, leaned up and positioned his cock at Harry's well-prepared entrance. Harry looked up at him dreamily and smiled. Thrusting into Harry's warm and willing body, Severus lowered his head and crushed those beautiful lips with his mouth.

Harry's tongue met his, thrusting in time with Severus' own thrusts, as the feel of Harry's heat gripping him, pulled him further and further to completion. Severus loved being inside Harry, filling Harry with his cock and then his seed.

Harry's arms and legs wrapped around Severus' body, beckoning him to pleasure as he pounded into Harry's arse. Harry's fingers slid through his hair, his body moving with perfect symmetry to his own. And still their kiss deepened, impeding their breathing and fusing their souls.

As Severus' balls tightened, he reached between them and curled his fingers around Harry's renewed erection. Not breaking the kiss, he continued to pound and pull, finding a steady rhythm that rocked them both to edge once more.

With a final thrust, Severus came, biting down on Harry's lip. Half a moment later, Harry cried out, coming again in Severus grasp. Panting now, Severus touched his forehead to Harry�s, just enjoying the languid shudders as they both came down from the awesome high of their climax.

Harry's eyes were closed again but he was smiling. He licked his swollen lips and sighed. "Severus," he whispered.

Severus sat bolt upright at the tapping. He glanced around quickly and noticed the large owl at his window. Swearing, he cleaned himself up with a spell, tucked himself away and hurried over to let the impatient bird in.

The owl left his missive and left the way he had come in. Grumbling about interruptions (it had been one of his better fantasies), Severus opened the parchment and read. It was instructions on how to deliver the male fertility potion. He was to send it to a barrister's office. Severus sneered at the supposed anonymity. Did Lucius think him an idiot?

Turning to toss the note on the desk, his eyes caught the remnants of his daydream splattered on the edge of his desk. His Harry.

The parchment crumpled in his hand as his fist curled in anger.

"No, by Merlin!" Severus swore. He would not let his Harry be tricked.

It's about time you got off your arse and did something productive.

His inner voice was grumbling again. This time Severus had to agree.

*****

Harry jolted awake, his breathing heavy. Tingles still lingered on his skin. It was like he could still feel Severus' hands running over his body; his mouth around Harry's cock.

Harry licked his lips, still feeling the impression of Severus' mouth on his. Looking down his body, he could see the evidence of the dream soaking his bed and his pajamas.

It had been so real. His heart was still pounding hard in his chest and his limbs felt heavy and relaxed. Harry frowned and reclined back into his pillow.

Throwing and arm over his face, he sighed. "Severus," he whispered sadly.

A bang on his window distracted him. Cleaning up and dressing quickly, he let the delivery owl in and took the box from his leg. It left immediately and Harry turned to the box. Was he expecting anything? Oh, yeah.

He shook the box gently and heard the scratching from within. Glancing around, he noticed with relief that Hedwig was out. It wouldn't do to have his pets fighting each other over a meal.

~Saruman.~ Harry called. Slowly moving around the room, he checked all of the snake's favorite sleeping spaces. ~Saruman?~

Opening his door, he looked up and down the corridor. Had he found a way to get out? Harry bit his lip. He might never find him if-

"What are you looking for?"

Harry startled and looked up as Lucius moved toward him. He was not casually dressed so Harry guessed his fiancé was either on his way out or had just returned home. Lucius also must have noticed Harry's attention because he smiled.

"I have to meet with my attorney in a little while," he explained.

Harry nodded.

"So what were you looking for?"

Harry glanced up and down the corridor again, his eyes scanning the carpeting. "I- um - you haven't seen Saruman, have you?"

"Your snake?" Lucius said, lifting a brow. "No, I haven't. Have you looked in the Serpent Suite?"

"I, er, no," Harry said, thoughtfully. "Can he even get in there?" In all honesty, it would be a nice place for a snake to hang out.

"I dare say he could find a way," Lucius replied. Extending his arm, he added, "Shall we go and find out?"

Harry put the box down on a shelf and closed his door. They moved down the hall towards the guest wing in companionable quiet, and as they made the turn, Lucius asked, "Did you need him for something specific?"

Harry thought he heard a hopeful tone in Lucius' voice but ignored it. He shrugged. "It's feeding time."

"Ah," Lucius said.

Harry pushed the door open and saw his snake coiled on the bed, his head up and tilted to the side as if listening. Stepping over the threshold, Harry heard the end of some conversation about a snake that lived in the house decades ago. Saruman noticed his entrance and turned his head in Harry's direction.

~Master,~ he said. ~Do you have need of me?~

~The Speaker is your master?~

~I wish I had had a Speaker as a master when I lived.~

~Is he a good master?~

~Your meal is ready, Saruman,~ Harry said.

~Oh, food!~

~I remember eating.~

~Spiders and mouses.~

~You are a tiny snake. I used to eat squirrels and ferrets.~

Harry glanced at picture of the boasting snake just to see the size of the thing. It was actually a very big snake, as normal snakes go. Having fought and killed a Basilisk, Harry could be discerning.

~Did you get the white kind, Master?~

~Yes, Saruman,~ Harry told him with a smile. ~Nothing but the best for you.~

~Saruman, you're a lucky serpent.~

Harry lowered his hand to the bed so Saruman could wind around his arm and picked him up. The snakes were still marveling over how fortune had smiled upon Saruman.

~A master who speaks and gives white mices!~

With a snort, Harry left the room. He walked passed Lucius, who said nothing, and returned to his room.

~So, is that where you've been hiding?~ Harry asked Saruman.

~You are not always around to talk to, Master.~ his snake said. ~You are not angry, are you?~

~Of course, not,~ Harry assured him. ~I'm glad you found someone to talk to.~

Saruman made a sound that could have been a sigh. ~They are not very smart, but they can be amusing.~

Harry laughed quietly. ~I quite agree.~

He opened the door to his room and let Saruman down on the floor, then he picked up the box and opened it. ~Are you ready, Saruman?~

The snake looked at him, his eyes dilated. ~Yes, master.~

Harry picked the mouse up by the tail and quickly put him on the floor. The mouse looked at Saruman and scurried off. The Viperine watched him and turned to Harry. ~Thank you, Master.~

~Enjoy, my friend,~ he said and quickly closed the door. He really did not need to see the chase nor what followed.

He didn't have time to think of anything else as he was spun around and pushed against the wall. Lucius took possession of Harry�s lips in an instant, his tongue slipping in when Harry gasped in surprise. The kiss was as hungry as Saruman looked a minute ago and when Lucius raised his head, Harry could see the same dilated look in his eyes.

~Was it something I said?~ Harry asked in Parseltongue, fighting his laughter.

Lucius growled something unintelligible and picked Harry up, tossing him over his shoulder. When he moved to open the nearest door (being Harry's), Harry had to protest.

"Saruman is eating," he said quickly. "I really don't think-"

Without missing a step, Lucius turned and swiftly moved to his own room.

"I thought you had to go out," Harry said as he landed on Lucius bed. Lucius began tearing at his own clothes, pulling them off.

"First things first, my dear Harry," he said as he released his impressive erection. He stroked it once, then moved his intense gray eyes to Harry, searing him with a look that crackled with desire.

**********

Harry was subdued at dinner. The fantastic feeling he�d woken up to this morning after his, er�dream, was unfortunately long gone. Then after his� interlude with Lucius he'd once again had to go searching for a cursed item to ease his pain.

The doctor the night before hadn't told him anything new. He was cursed, but he couldn't tell with what or why Harry needed Dark cursed objects to relieve his pain. He said that he would do some research and get back to them.

Since Harry already had the best researcher in the world working on it, he wasn't holding his breath for the doctor. Surprisingly, Hermione had still been at the Manor after Harry's visit with the medi-wizard. Apparently, Draco was now actively a part of the quest to find out what was wrong with Harry. That was the impression Harry got from Hermione anyway.

Harry just didn't understand why his headaches were worse after he had sex with Lucius. He was fairly sure it wasn't just coincidence now but he was hesitant to mention it to Hermione. It was personal, after all, and he wasn't even sure if it was relevant.

"So, Harry," Draco said.

Harry's head jerked up, his mind snapping out of his thoughts. "Yes?"

"It's my last night here and I'm meeting some friends at a club," Draco said. "Do you want to come?"

Harry blinked. He glanced at Lucius to gauge his reaction. Lucius only raised a brow and shrugged.

"It'll be fun," Draco added.

"Um, who're you meeting?"

"Goyle and a few others," Draco said, sipping at his wine. "I told Hermione she could come too, if she wanted. And she could bring Weasley."

Harry perked up. "Really?"

"Yes. A lot of people are starting their apprenticeships this week, so it should be a good crowd."

"Um, where?"

"Avalon. It's a nightclub for our kind."

Harry could assume by 'our kind' that Draco meant magical people. "Oh," he said, disappointed that it wasn't a Muggle club. Everyone would recognize him.

"It'll be a young crowd, Harry. No one is going to be staring at your forehead. You can even cover it up if it will make you feel better."

But Harry still wasn't sure.

"Harry," Draco kept at him. "People are going to be more interested in getting laid than bothering you."

Lucius chuckled lightly. "He's right, Harry. Don't let that stop you if you wish to go. If there is any trouble, you can call me and I'll take care of it."

Harry looked back and forth between the two Malfoys. Draco looked hopeful, Lucius looked confident. Harry considered it. A night out with friends? Ron and Hermione might be there. It sounded like it could be a great deal of fun, and it was something Harry really did want to try, at least once in his life. He made a decision.

"Sure. Count me in."

"Good." Draco smiled. "We'll be leaving at nine o�clock."

Two hours later, Harry stood in front of his mirror questioning his sanity. Did Draco really expect him to go out looking like this? The trousers were very nice, a black dragon hide, but they were too tight. The shirt, although silk and also somewhat tight, was just so - so - so green. And you could almost see through it. The thought that strangers could see his nipples through the sheer fabric was enough to make Harry blush.

"Oh good, you're ready," Draco said as he stepped into Harry's room after only a brief knock.

"I don't know," Harry began self-consciously, as he turned to face Draco. He stopped when he saw what Draco was wearing. It was even worse than Harry�s outfit. Definitely tight and revealing and - "Are you wearing make-up?"

"Just a little kohl," Draco said with a shrug. "Brings out my eyes, don't you think?" He turned to the closest mirror to preen.

"Isn't that like a-"

Draco turned back. "A what?"

"Well, a gay thing," Harry said bluntly.

Draco actually laughed. "You're thinking like a Muggle again, Harry. You know wizards don't differentiate that way. And even Muggle men wear make-up."

"I guess," Harry said, turning back to his own mirror. "But this outfit-"

"Is perfect," Draco cut him off. "You look hot." Then his eyes moved over Harry warily. "In fact, I'd be surprised if my father doesn't make you change. Or just keep you home to himself."

Harry bit his lip. "Maybe I just shouldn't go then."

"Harry-"

"You'll have fun," Lucius interrupted, stepping into the room. "I insist that you go." His eyes raked over Harry's form. "Although thinking about you, dressed like that, among a multitude of younger witches and wizards does cause me some distress." His smile belied his words though. "Perhaps I will have to stop by the club myself later, just to make sure you're alright."

"Good, it's all settled then," Draco said before Harry could respond. He took Harry's arm and dragged him towards the door.

Lucius stopped him, gave Harry a possessive kiss and waved them out of the room. "Have fun and do try to stay out of trouble," he bade.

"We will, Father," Draco called, pulling Harry with him.

"And Dragon!"

Draco turned at the top of the stairs. "Yes?"

"Both eyes," Lucius said.

"Of course," Draco said and then started down.

Harry followed. "What was that all about?"

Draco shrugged. "He asked me to keep an eye on you." With a grin over his shoulder at Harry, he added, "I guess, seeing how you look has made him a bit worried."

Harry sighed as the two left the manor. He didn't know what could worry Lucius. They had a contract. Harry was a Gryffindor. He wouldn�t go back on his word now. He just wanted to go out and have some fun.

Draco Apparated first because he know where they were going, and then Harry Apparated to him. They walked out of the secluded alley and trekked down the street towards a building with a very large crowd in front.

"Is that where we're headed?" Harry asked.

"Yup." Draco nodded.

"Looks crowded," Harry said, biting his lip and flattening his hair over his forehead.

"Stop worrying," Draco said with a hint of frustration in his voice.

As they approached, Harry saw Draco wave to someone and followed him to where a group of people waited, all lined up behind ropes. The exterior of the building itself looked small and rather run down and Harry doubted that all the people waiting in line would be able to fit inside.

Draco greeted Gregory Goyle and Millicent Bulstrode, and Harry continued to scan the faces around them, looking for Ron or Hermione. Ron's height and hair would be the easier of the two to spot.

"And who's this?"

Harry turned back to see them all staring at him.

"By Merlin, is that Potter?" Goyle said.

Bulstead's jaw was hanging open. Harry self-consciously flattened his hair again.

"Yeah, he cleans up pretty good, doesn't he," said Draco, picking imaginary lint off Harry's shoulder. "But we're not going to draw attention to him," he added with a glare. "Right?"

"Yeah, sure thing," Goyle said.

"Harry!"

Harry spun around just in time to almost get knocked over by Hermione. He hugged her back, looking over her shoulder to see Ron and some girl stepping up to them as well. Introductions were brief as they all went to school together, except for Ron's date, Christine, whom he'd met at Auror training. As soon as Draco's clubbing friend Charles joined them, they agreed it was time to go in.

Harry moved to get in the queue, but Draco grabbed his arm again. "Where are you going?"

"To get in line," Harry said.

The group, except for Harry�s friends, laughed and Harry scowled.

"Potter, have you forgotten already?" Draco said with a grin. "I am a Malfoy. I don't wait in queues."

"How silly of me," Harry retorted and simply followed along. He wondered if he would ever take advantage of the Malfoy name once he married Lucius. His thoughts turned to Severus and the accusations he�d made about his and Lucius� agreement. Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Beside him Christine was chattering excitedly about getting into Avalon, gushing about how elite the club was, and thanking Ron profusely for asking her. Ron met Harry's gaze and blushed. Harry had to smile.

The bouncer let the "Malfoy Party" in, his eyes roaming over each form. They settled on Harry's face briefly before turning back to patrons still waiting line. Harry couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

Music blared as they stepped into the club proper and Harry was hit with the scents of smoke, alcohol and sweat. He blinked to adjust his eyes to the wild lighting and looked around. The place was huge, not cramped like he had expected at all. The wizarding tent from the World Cup came instantly to mind and he almost laughed at himself. God, he loved magic.

There were at least three dance floors on three tiers, and catwalks and stairs intertwined throughout them. Bars lined the walls with some sort of control booth in the center of the room. Harry noticed booths and tables sporadically set up all around the club as he followed their group to a bar in the back. He'd never seen anything like it.

His eyes moved over all the bodies dancing on the various floors. They writhed and wriggled to the thumping beat of the music which came from God knew where. Magic, Harry reminded himself.

"Harry?"

Harry didn't take his eyes off the dance floor as he accepted a glass that was handed to him.

"So what do you think?"

The music wasn't so loud that you had to shout over it, so Harry smiled as he turned to Draco. "Brilliant," he said. "I think it's brilliant."

Draco returned the smile and knocked his glass against Harry's. "Cheers."

"Cheers," said Harry and took a sip. He was glad it was small sip as the liquor burned down his throat. "What the hell is this?"

"Scotch," Draco said. "It's the good stuff, so drink it slow."

Harry wasn't sure he wanted to drink it at all, but the sight of all those bodies on the dance floor, moving together, heedlessly touching anyone close by, changed his mind. Leaning against the bar, he took another sip and tuned in on the conversation Ron and Christine were having with Hermione.

*********

Lucius signed the papers he�d received from his barrister and reclined into his chair. Everything was ready. If all went according to plan (and how could they not?), then he and his enticing little fiancé would be married within weeks, far earlier than their six month 'trial period' was completed. And his dear Harry would be willing and happy about it.

Harry seemed to be recovering well now. They kept him so busy that he didn't have time to brood or even think about Severus. His headaches were a concern, but Lucius had paid for the very best medi-wizards to find the cause and cure. Even Severus wouldn't be able to come between them after tomorrow. Draco's outing tonight had inadvertently assisted Lucius with the time he'd needed to get things ready.

Lucius wanted everything to be perfect. It would be the most romantic night of Harry's life. Between the potion and the full moon, Harry would finally have what he'd always wanted; a family of his own.

**********

Harry finished his glass and set it down, calling for another. It had been his fifth - he thought. Scotch was quite good actually, once you got used to it. As the bartender returned with a fresh glass, Harry tossed a galleon on the bar.

With a sip from his glass, he turned his attention back to the dancers, coiling around each other. He had been asked to dance several times (a great many actually) by both men and women, but Harry had politely declined. He still hadn't worked up the nerve to leave his comfortable slouch against the bar. Their group had been coming and going in pairs and small groups all night, using Harry as sort of their home base. Their number had grown by a few more of Draco's friends as well and Harry would converse with anyone who was around to talk to, the alcohol helping him to forget his usual shyness. He'd even spotted Nott's cousin, Grant Montgomery, among the throng of dancers. Grant had waved to him, but hadn't come over, which suited Harry just fine. He wasn't sure he'd had enough scotch yet to deal with his flirting, especially when Lucius wasn�t around to curtail the other man's attentions.

It was just nice to be there, doing something as normal as hanging out with some friends. Harry didn't want anything to spoil it. Nobody seemed interested in who he was or what he was doing as long he stood there, drinking his scotch and minding his own business. It was brilliant.

And why the hell hadn't anyone ever offered him a glass of scotch before?

"Hi, Harry," Hermione said and giggled as she sank gratefully onto a stool beside him. She was winded from dancing and glowing with the happiness that reflected in her eyes and in her smile.

"Feeling brave enough to dance yet, Potter?" Draco, who had come back with Hermione, asked, leaning against the bar next to him on his other side.

The two of them had danced a lot together tonight and had been pretty cozy about it as well. Thanks to the scotch, Harry couldn't work up the energy to be suspicious or even concerned. Not when Hermione looked so content. But he would definitely be asking some questions when he was sober enough to care.

Harry spared Draco a glance, trying to remember the question. Dancing. Oh yeah. He raised his glass in salute. "Almost," he said with a grin.

Draco took the glass out of Harry's hand and set it on the bar.

"Hey!"

"Come on, Harry," Draco said, again taking Harry by the arm. "Enough of this wallflower routine. It�s a sin to let that outfit go to waste."

He whispered something to Hermione, kissed her cheek and then dragged Harry towards the floor. Harry started to protest but as soon as they stepped onto the polished wood of the dance floor, the volume of the music increased exponentially.

"Magic," Harry muttered to himself ruefully as Draco turned him around. Before he knew what was happening, Draco was behind him, his hands on Harry's hips, moving them in time with the music.

"Close your eyes and just feel the beat," Draco said in Harry's ear. Harry did as he asked, letting the music pour over him. Draco pressed up against his back, swaying rhythmically, guiding Harry along with the bass line. He could feel the percussion in the pit of his stomach, pounding. The heat from the surrounding bodies was disturbingly intimate, but the familiar smell of Draco's cologne, and the sound of his whispers in Harry's ear relaxed him.

"That's it, Harry," Draco said.

Encouraged, Harry continued to move, wriggling his body and grinding back against Draco. It felt pretty good, actually. Maybe there was something to be said for this dancing stuff. Just like the scotch, maybe you only had to get used to it. Or maybe it was the scotch.

Harry giggled at the thought and turned, continuing to move with the music. Someone brushed against him, but Harry ignored it, focusing on the feel of the music and the serenity that fell over him as he swayed. His arms lifted over his head, one hand resting on his head, and he circled his hips.

"I think you have the hang of it," Draco shouted beside him.

Harry only nodded, his eyes still closed to keep out the flashing lights and the intrusion of the other dancers. Although they still insisted on invading his personal space and freely touching him, Harry was able to ignore it, knowing it was the same for everyone.

At least for a while.

But then his head started to pound. And the touching got worse. Someone�s hands were becoming altogether too bold. The bodies pressing up against him became too much. It was too personal and Harry couldn�t take it anymore.

********

Lucius watched with fascination as his intended danced like a siren. His young body moving in such a sinful manner, drawing all eyes to him. And people were drawn to him. Lucius could see it in the way they danced closer, trying to catch his eye or touch his swaying body, match his sensual movements.

Lucius stood up as one rather large man leaned over Harry, his hands a bit more familiar than Lucius was comfortable with. It seemed that Harry wasn't comfortable with it either because Harry jerked away, his hand seizing the offending hand in a tight grip around the wrist.

Lucius had been surprised to see Harry on the dance floor at all, as he still wasn't very tolerant of people touching him, of even being in his personal space. Trying to keep his eyes on Harry, Lucius began moving closer. The other man seemed undaunted by Harry's rebuff. In fact, he even looked slightly amused.

Lucius stopped as the blast of magic moved through him. It was like a shock wave of strong raw magic had generated at the center of the dance floor and pulsated out, knocking people down in its wake.

"Harry!" he shouted, pushing people out of the way as he rushed towards the source.

Suddenly, chaos broke loose. Lucius wasn't sure who threw the first hex, but now magic was flying throughout the club, the air crackled with it. The music conductor was trying to calm the crowd using Sonorus but people ignored him. Lucius saw several bouncers move towards the floor, their wands at the ready and he increased his pace.

Urgently, he pushed his way to the center and found Harry standing stock still in the center of the mayhem. He gripped his wand tightly in his fist and he stared unseeingly down at the offending man lying on the floor. Lucius could tell he was merely unconscious. The man should be grateful to be alive.

Draco and Montgomery were at Harry's back, making sure no one came near them, but everyone else seemed too engaged in their own brawls to notice. Lucius had seen battlefields that were less intense than this.

"Draco! What happened?" Lucius demanded.

Draco looked up, surprised. "Father-"

"I told him to stop," Harry said, eyes not moving from the fallen man. "He wouldn't stop."

Lucius quickly pulled Harry into an embrace, but Harry cried out in pain and pulled away.

"Harry?"

"The bouncers are coming, father. We should get Harry out of here."

Lucius agreed and quickly looked around. The Granger girl and Weasley had made it through the crowd, finally. "Draco, you and Harry's friends take Harry home. I'll cover up this mess. Use the emergency Portkey."

Draco nodded and took Harry's arm. Harry pulled away.

"Harry, we've got to get you out of here," Granger said. "Come on."

Harry's eyes closed and his hands moved to his head, holding it like it was about to fall off. He started to sway dangerously.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Weasley asked.

"Hurts," Harry groaned. He swayed again and Lucius moved forward. But he wasn't fast enough. Harry's legs crumpled beneath him and Montgomery, the closest one to him, caught him before he hit the floor.

"Take him," Lucius ordered. "Quickly."

The five moved off the floor just as a bouncer advanced on Lucius. He had some major damage control to contend with. A few well cast memory charms, a little reconstruction charm and a generous donation would probably smooth everything over. Lucius would remove all traces of Harry Potter and his wild display of power from this night. It would not do well for him to have his fiancé's name linked with this mess.

*********

Once they made it to the Manor, they laid Harry's unconscious form on a sofa in the parlor and turned to each other.

"What the hell happened?" Weasley asked. His date had been sent home, for her protection, with assurances that he'd talk to her tomorrow.

"What's wrong with him?" Granger was fussing over Harry's prone form like a mother.

As if noticing for the first time, Draco turned to Grant and scowled. "And where the hell did you come from?"

"Me?" Grant frowned, and thought fast. "I was at the club with friends. When the fight started I saw you guys and went to see if you needed help."

"It's a good thing you were there," Granger said, looking up from Harry. "I didn't even see what happened."

"What did happen?" Weasley asked again.

"Some pervert was pawing at Harry," Draco said. "Harry didn't like it."

"Well, that's obvious, but what did Harry do?"

"Didn't you feel it?" Draco said with a sneer. "He cast some spell and, as drunk as he was, he couldn't control it. I doubt he meant to cast it so strongly."

"What was the spell? Did you hear it?" Granger was asking. "And why didn't you stop that idiot from touching Harry?"

Draco glared at her. "I didn't hear the spell," he said defensively. "And I didn't see what the guy was doing until it was too late. Harry was fine one minute and the next�" he trailed off. He didn't have to finish; they had all seen the results.

"Oh, I shouldn't have let him drink so much," Granger was whining and wringing her hands. "It's my fault. Why isn't he waking up?" She tried Ennervate again and still nothing happened. "Draco, I'm worried."

"Where's your father?" Weasley asked, pacing. "He should be-"

"He's at the club making sure that no one knows Harry was even there, Weasley," Draco snapped. "Do you know how bad it would be if people knew Harry was the cause of that incident?"

Granger gasped loudly and they all turned to her. "Oh, my God," she exclaimed and turned to Weasley. "We have to do something?"

"What?" Weasley said, stepping up to her. He looked down at Harry. "Bugger," he muttered, paling. He turned to Draco. "Call your father."

"Why? What-" Draco swore too once he'd looked down at Harry's face and Grant stepped forward to see what the problem was.

A trail of blood was leaking slowly from Harry's scar trailing a jagged path down his temple. "Fuck," Grant muttered. He certainly hadn't meant for things to get this bad.

"Call your father," Weasley said again, this time urgently.

Draco's eyes followed Granger as she conjured a flannel and moistened it with her wand. "My father won't be able to leave the club until-"

"Draco," Granger said, pressing the cloth to Harry's forehead. "Call Professor Snape."

Granger looked up and Draco met her gaze. The girl's expression looked almost pleading.

"Call him. He'll be able to help."

Weasley looked back and forth between them and growled, impatient with the delay. "Yeah, call Snape, Malfoy. Anyone. Just do it - NOW!"

Draco's expression was unreadable as he nodded. "All right." He quickly moved to the fire and grabbed a handful of floo powder. Tossing it in the flames, he said, " Severus Snape's personal chambers, Hogwarts!"

He leaned into the green flame and a few moments later, he pulled out and turned to them.

"Severus is on his way."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Even Grant could acknowledge that the Potions Master was a good choice to call, but it didn't explain all the satisfied expressions around him.

Grant had made several important observations that night. One was that Draco and Granger were a little closer than one would expect for a pure blood wizard and a mudblood. Another was that Lucius Malfoy kept a very close eye on his intended. Both were facts that Grant had to see if he could use, or get around. This reaction to Snape�s impending arrival was puzzling to say the least.

They all turned abruptly as the floo flared with a green glow and Severus Snape emerged from the hearth.
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