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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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Severus barely slept that night. Bloody Weasleys, bloody everybody. Couldn't they see that their lovely Hero was disintegrating before their eyes? When he'd seen Harry take that letter opener, when he'd watched as the young man had drawn blood . . . it had taken every ounce of will not to Apparate straight over there. This was far worse than Severus had imagined.
This led to his current dilemma. If he just appeared in Harry's home, it was likely that the young wizard would either pass out in shock or hex him thinking he was an imposter. Also, it wasn't as if they'd had a particularly wholesome relationship. At the moment, regardless of how it was pulling at his nerves, it was probably best for Severus to simply observe from afar, once again. He hated it.
At least there was work to be done. As promised, Severus pulled Draco into the room where he had set up the potions equipment to conduct his lesson. He stood to one side, letting Draco look at the many potions ingredients set out on the desk along with the cauldron and heater. “So your first task for me is going to be to brew a Veritaserum. It’s a difficult potion, and you’ll be able to demonstrate to me both your memory of potion ingredients and your creativity, as it’s not one we used in class. I’ll allow you a couple questions, but nothing more.” Severus stood with arms crossed, regarding the young man thoughtfully.
For Draco’s part, he actually looked better than he had in days, as he eyed ingredients speculatively. "So I assume that everything I need is set out here on this table, most likely along with ingredients that aren't part of the process, correct?" He was dressed in a soft lavender shirt with black trousers, and his hair he was allowing to grow longer, which was a good look for him, Severus decided. It was obvious that he was trying to please his old professor.
"That was a rather stupid first question, but yes. Everything you need is here," Severus answered drily, rubbing his chin. "One more question."
There was a tightening around Draco's eyes, and Severus knew that inwardly he was scolding himself for his stupidity. It was useful to know the young man's father. It gave Severus insight into what Draco's inner voice must be like. Draco gave a sigh and it was a moment before he spoke again. "What insights can you share about the actual process, means of adding the ingredients . . . all the important details?"
Severus smiled--now that was a much better question, because knowing the ingredients of a potion did not automatically translate into being able to make the potion. He brought out a piece of paper with a list of measurements, and handed it to Draco. "Of course you already have some idea as to how ingredients are commonly prepared--skinning roots of course, extracting the oil of a plant, and so forth. So keep those in mind. The list shows the measurements of each component, but it is up to you to match the correct component. You also already should have knowledge of what temperatures certain ingredients are typically added at, from cold to boiling." He crossed his arms. "I don't expect you to succeed in this. But I want to see how close you come and which errors you make."
Draco nodded, looking the paper over. Severus was about to find himself a nice chair to sit on and observe. Then the doorbell rang.
It wasn't like the Malfoys had a great number of guests these days, Severus had already noticed, so he waited, half holding his breath, as Lucius went to answer. Interestingly, Draco was still as well, his head turned to listen, his hands clenching the paper that he was no longer reading.
They both flinched when Lucius called up in a loud voice. "Draco! Harry Potter is here to see you."
Draco flashed Severus a look--one of pure panic, even fear. Severus scowled; the boy really needed to grow a backbone. "Just go and take care of it," he said in a low voice, mindful that voices could carry and he really didn't want Harry hearing his voice at the moment. His scowl was partly to hide the fact that his heart was pounding against his chest.
Swallowing, Draco set down the note, straightened his shirt, and resolutely headed into the hall, looking like he was heading to his own Dementor's Kiss. Severus took his wand and whispered a Disillusionment spell, blending into the shadows. He waited a moment until Draco was undoubtedly downstairs, then crept over to the staircase where he would be able to clearly hear and see all that took place.
Draco and Lucius were standing together at the door, with Harry just inside the place, looking nervous and uncomfortable. He looked better than he had the night before, however, which settled Severus's mind somewhat. Harry was holding out a wand--Draco's wand, Severus immediately recognized. It was really rather disconcerting how just the sound of Harry's voice was enough to make him tremble inside.
"I just came by to return this--it's your wand, Draco," Harry was saying. Draco was staring at the thing as if it might bite him.
Lucius said smoothly, "That was very thoughtful of you, Mr. Potter." Severus knew that of course he was being sarcastic.
Harry scowled at Lucius. "I'm not here to talk to you." He stared at Lucius, and the man eventually bowed his head and backed away, leaving Draco to deal with Harry. Severus couldn't help but smirk--while perhaps Lucius might have been able to bully or manipulate Harry when he was younger, the man was solid in his power now, and not to be scared off easily. And Severus also knew that where stubbornness was concerned, Harry should be a gold medallist.
Draco slowly reached out for the wand. Severus couldn't see his face, but he could picture the look of distrust that must be on Draco's face. Harry resolutely handed him the wand. "I repaired mine. I don't know how well it will work for you now, but it didn't seem right to keep it." Severus had to strain to hear, but he stayed put, not wanting to venture from the shadow that helped conceal his Disillusionment. His want was a painful thing in his chest, making it hard to breathe.
"Thank you," Draco replied back quietly. The tension between the two young men was palpable, and Severus was reminded of that horrific scene in the bathroom, of Harry looking at him with wide frightened eyes after using the Sectumsempra--his own curse, against Draco. But it was a different kind of tension now. With sudden insight, Severus realized that there could a possible be attraction between the two. And what would he do, if Harry realized it as well, and decided to act on it? Would he simply swallow his desires and condemn himself to a life of solitude jealousy?
As Severus wrested with such thoughts, Harry asked, "So will you be returning to Hogwarts? You know, since your . . . family was pardoned." His gaze flicked to where Lucius had departed.
"No," Draco said immediately, and haughtily. "I'm going to study under a private tutor. I'll only be there for the N.E.W.T.s." He moved as if to close the door.
“Oh, I—“Harry said uncertainly, taking a step back. “That makes sense. I guess, um, see you around.” It seemed like he was looking for something. Whatever it was, however, it was painfully obvious Draco wasn’t going to give it.
“Hopefully not,” Draco said. Harry nodded, and turned to leave. Severus was caught with the rather odd position of being pleased that the two got on so poorly, but also wanting Harry to stay, if for no other reason than to be able to see him, hear him in person.
Harry walked out, and Draco closed the door, then leaned against it, eyes closed. Severus frowned. He waited a few minutes just in case Harry should ring again, then finally dispelled his Disillusionment and came down the stairs. Draco looked at him surprise.
“You were watching?” He asked. There wasn’t anger, Severus noted. Rather, there was something else—rue, perhaps. Or just simple embarrassment. Severus nodded, but said nothing. He had learned over the years that one could gain much information by just staying silent. People liked to fill the voids.
Draco took a few steps away from the door, drawing closer to Severus, his head bowed. He scowled. “He makes me insane, I swear.” He nodded towards where Harry Potter had left. “I don’t know why. I just . . .” He blew a breath in frustration. “I just feel so inadequate around him. It’s insufferable!”
Severus nodded, and could not help the little smile touching the corner of his lips. It was indeed difficult not to feel inadequate around the young Potter—he shared that trait somehow with his father, thanks to their good looks, easy charm with people, and athletic talents. It had taken Severus years to understand, however, that Harry did not in fact feel superior, as James had. In fact, if anything, in all areas other than saving the world from the Dark Lord, Harry seemed to lack confidence. This was one of the reasons why Severus was concerned about him.
That Draco should still feel so sensitive about such things told Severus that was indeed a likely attraction between the two. Draco was just too young and stubborn to see it. “Potter can indeed be insufferable,” he said. “But why let it bother you now? The war is over, your schooling also nearly over, and you won’t likely have to deal often with him anymore.”
“I know,” Draco said, scowling. “I just want to show him . . .” He shook his head. “It’s not important.” He started walking towards the stairs. Severus followed him.
“That you fancy him?” Severus said in a low voice, just to see how Draco would react. He was amused when Draco turned and glared at him.
“I don—“ Draco began, but Severus could see that Draco knew he wasn’t fooling him. Draco adopted his customary haughty look instead. “I know that you and Father are sleeping together.” A cheap attempt at turning the tables, Severus thought. Unfortunately, Draco did not yet have the skill of his father in controlling the conversation.
“I would think that would be patently obvious to the entire household after last night,” Severus said glibly, leading Draco back into the study. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Draco was slower, closing the door behind him and looking thoughtful. “No,” he said after a moment. “It’s certainly a lot better than . . . you know.” He paled. Severus could only imagine what it must have been like living in the house with Voldemort. At least his own interactions had been brief.
Severus crossed his arms, regarding the young man. “Did the Dark Lord . . .” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. If Voldemort had forced Draco to serve as his father had.
Draco flushed, but shook his head. “I think my father . . . bribed him.” His eyes flicked to Severus, then away. “I know he was with . . . others . . . but You Know Who left me alone.” He barked a harsh laugh. “Funny, since I’m probably one of the only ones followign him who was actually gay.” He looked at Severus again, and Severus could see the pain in his eyes, the guilt of being spared and the horror of what had been. “Are you?”
Severus shrugged. “Not technically. But considering the only woman I loved died years ago . . . it’s a close enough description now.” And now they were treading into dangerous territory that he would rather not visit. “We should be getting back to your lesson.” He hoped at least talking about things a little would help Draco release some of the burden of his past. Let him move past it.
It seemed, however, that Draco was not going to be so easily turned, but not for the reason Severus feared. “I want . . .” He sighed. “You and Father always seem so sure of yourselves, so untouched by things, no matter what you endure.” His voice cracked a little. “I want that. I want to feel confident again. I don’t want to be a coward any longer.” He looked at Severus longingly.
This was unexpected. Severus blinked, trying to think how to respond, how to help the young man. He was, after all, Draco’s godfather. “You wear a mask. You pretend to have confidence, when inside you’re shaking. You pretend things don’t affect you.” He looked hard at Draco, wanting the youth to understand this, so that perhaps he could be different than Lucius, or even Severus. “It doesn’t mean things don’t actually touch you. You just learn to deal with things away from the eyes of others.” He frowned. “I can’t personally say this is always a wise decision. It can be quite isolating.”
Draco nodded, taking a few steps closer. “When things are rough, yes, I get that. But you and Father do have confidence. Every day in the classroom, I can see it. When my father does his business deals—that’s real. You can’t tell me that’s a mask.”
Severus nodded. The boy was bright; he’d always thought so. “Believe me, when I was young, it was a mask, all the time. But slowly, the pretending turned into believing. I knew I had certain talents. I learned that if you carried yourself a certain way, you could have power over others. Your father’s and my styles are very different, obviously. But eventually confidence comes. Confidence is when you can become certain of a particular outcome nearly every time. Whether that is a perfectly brewed potion . . . or winning over the public opinion, as your father has always had a talent for doing. You’ll find your areas of strengths, and slowly, over time, you’ll develop them to the point where you have absolute confidence in them.”
That was probably the longest speech he’d ever given, Severus reflected, rather surprised at his own effusiveness on the topic. He was startled further, however, when Draco put a hand on his arm, looking at him earnestly.
“Teach me, Professor. I know my father is better at it, but I also know you could be, if you wanted to. I want to be irresistible—I want men to see me and want to throw themselves at me, the way women did—and still do—with Father. You’re gay—or close enough, you said. You’re helping my father. Help me.” Draco swallowed, pressing up against Severus, and it would be a lie to say that it had no effect on him. “Then if I fancy Potter—or anybody else—then at least I can be successful at it. Successful at something in my life.”
Severus realized that Draco was pressing up against him and that his body was responding. Alarm bells were going off in his head. Draco was an adult; of that there was no question. But he was still young. And he wasn’t Harry.
“Draco,” he said in a low voice, trying to draw away, one hand on Draco’s arm. “You don’t want to do this.”
“Yes I do,” Draco murmured, sliding a hand down Severus’s side to the front of his trousers, finding what Severus knew would be proof to the young man that he was being very successful at the moment. Draco’s pale cheeks were flushed, his grey eyes hooded with lust. Very desirable indeed, Severus had to concede. “You were always my favourite instructor. And when I heard the noises my father was making . . . .”
Severus tried to take a step back, but his body refused to obey. "I'm sure if you're this frustrated, we could find you--"
"No," Draco insisted, pushing Severus back, towards a velvet upholstered chaise. Severus could hear a kind of desperation in his voice. "You don't understand. This isn't just about sex. You talked about confidence--I need that; I need to know that I can seduce someone, anyone I want. I need you to tell me if I'm doing this right, or wrong. I trust you." Draco was writhing against Severus, and it was probably one of the hottest things he had seen in his life. He needed confidence in this? Bloody hell!
Severus felt the chaise at the back of his knees, and it was more instinct than anything else, that he found himself lifting Draco and laying him down on the chaise. His hands ran over the young man's body, so tempted to release buttons and find skin to touch, but Severus managed to at least control himself that much, even as he lowered himself to his knees beside the chaise.
"Am I desirable?" Draco asked in a breathy voice, unfastening his tie and letting it drop as he started to unbutton his shirt. Severus swallowed, torn between helping him and fleeing; the only reason he wasn't fleeing was because he knew first hand of the psychological damage that could cause, had felt that sting of rejection before.
Therefore, it was best to simply be honest. "Yes," Severus said in a low voice, hands gripping the edge of the chaise. "Draco--" He needed to explain to the young man that even if he was very desirable, and very seductive, Severus wasn't going to fuck him. There was the professional relationship, first of all; Draco was still his student, regardless of his age. And then there was the whole godfather thing, and the fact that Lucius would probably kill him.
"Shh," Draco said, ignoring his discomfort, peeling off his shirt slowly, exposing a slim muscled chest with that famous pale skin of his mother and father and dark rosy nipples. This time the wrongness striking Severus was not so much an ethical one. It was too close to Harry. But not Harry. Still, he could not help staring. He raised a hand to lay flat on Draco's stomach, feeling the muscles there flutter.
"Your movements," Severus said slowly, running his hand up Draco's torso. Draco squirmed beautifully. "If you want to be seductive, it's all about your movements." He could do this, he'd decided. He could still teach, even if he would not fuck the young man. There were other things that could be done.
"Yes?" Draco asked, a look of submission in his face now, a relaxation now that it appeared that Severus was not going to bolt. He stretched, languidly, and it was perfect, his movements like a cat. Severus swallowed again.
"Just as I enunciate my words so that you may understand them, you must enunciate your movements--as you just did, as you do naturally, in fact. Each movement must be done with purpose, with the intention of making your target think about what may happen--what they could do to you, or you to them. Accentuate your best points," Here, Severus trailed his fingers over Draco's lithe hips, following the bone, down to his groin. Draco groaned, and Severus smiled. "Also, it is good to show how much you want it too. Wear your pleasure as openly as possible. Particularly around dominant types such as myself."

Draco groaned louder, smiling, and reached down to fondle himself through his trousers. "Like this?" He arched his back, rubbing himself, and Severus had to fight the urge to just take him professional ethics or no.
"You don't really need my instruction," Severus said, and he was proud of the fact that his voice didn't shake. It was really more than he could take, so he settled for sliding a hand behind Draco's head and grabbing a fistful of hair. Draco stilled, half arched. Like father, like son, Severus thought, watching the look of utter bliss on Draco's face. "You're already a professional at this." He leaned over, and brushed his lips over Draco's navel. Draco gasped.
"So just . . . play the role," Draco murmured, as he began to release his fly, pushing his trousers down just far enough to show off the fact he did not seem to wear anything underneath. He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it slowly. "Become it."
What am I setting loose here?" Severus wondered, watching with rapt attention. But he had to remind himself--this had obviously been here already. He was only granting Draco permission. Permission to express himself this way. "Yes. You're the show." Severus reached out and plucked a dusky nipple, and felt his own cock give a jump at the sound Draco emitted. And I'm going to be a wreck tonight.
Draco chuckled, stroking himself harder, letting his eyes fall closed. "I should be able to manage that. I've practiced before." He hissed, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock, massaging out a drop of precome. Severus growled, low in his throat. It was becoming more and more difficult to hold back, and not participate.
"I'm not going to fuck you," he told Draco, because soon he might not be able to voice that limit. "For one, your father would kill me." Severus leaned in closer, his hand closing over Draco's helping to time his strokes. "But there are other things one can do."
Draco sucked in a breath as Severus's hand took over, and Severus took the opportunity to do what he'd longing to for the past several minutes; he leaned down and took Draco's nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it. Draco squeaked, and Severus immediately put a hand over his mouth to shut him up. The last thing they needed was for Lucius to hear things.
Under his fingers, Severus felt Draco give a nod, and he knew Draco understood the need for quiet. Severus let his hand roam then, over Draco’s chest, down his side, as his other hand continued to jerk Draco off, a little faster now, hearing the hitch in Draco’s breathing, feeling the twitch of his hips. There was too much pale skin to ignore. Severus settled on finding the pulse at Draco’s throat, where he could hear the moans Draco was trying to swallow. One of Draco’s hands found its way to the back of Severus’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. The other hand was busy fondling himself, hips lifting up from the chaise now as he grew nearer to climax. Severus wondered what sort of ‘practising’ Draco had done. Somehow he could imagine Draco, sitting in front of a mirror, pleasuring himself and trying to look his best doing it.
Things were breaking down into sort of a mutual molestation; Severus began pumping Draco’s dick hard, knowing he’d never last, but Draco was not one to lie quietly, leaning up to finally capture Severus’s mouth in a brutal kiss as he began to shudder, spurting come over his belly as Severus’s fist milked him dry. Draco’s cries were safely swallowed by Severus’s mouth. When he was certain that Draco was done, Severus released his cock, ending the kiss and carefully easing the young man back against the chaise. Draco was quite the sight, eyes languid and sleepy, hair tousled. Severus took a handkerchief and wiped clean the results of their little play before Scourgifying the cloth and sparing Draco’s sensitive skin. Limbs creaking a little, Severus returned to his feet. He noticed the faint look of uncertainty in Draco’s eyes immediately.
“But you—“ Draco said, sitting up a little.
“Nothing for me, thank you,” Severus said, and he actually let some tenderness into his voice, that this wasn’t going to ever go any further, despite any wish Draco might have for it. His body was humming with denied need. But he’d dealt with that before. “The lesson is over. I give you an A+ in seduction.”
Severus crossed over to the chair where he had first sat when giving Draco the potion assignment and sat back in it, getting comfortable. He nodded his head towards the cauldron on the table across the room. “Now get to work on the Veritaserum.” His tone left no room for argument.
Draco sighed, smirking as he tucked himself in and buttoned up his shirt. There was far less hesitation when he stood, and Severus noted that his posture was straight. And proud.
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