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****** Just An Innocent Child ******
by Deedlit MagicFayal Wood [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     A hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on, young Severus Snape
     was searching for a place to belong. Tangled in a web of lies, he
     found himself in the arms of his enemy, then his friend. He was on
     his way to a dark future at Voldimort’s side.
Notes
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***** Just An Innocent Child *****
Just An Innocent Child




  In The Past
  Chapter 1 In The Beginning
  Severus stood at the end of the corridor holding his books. His thick greasy
  hair hung limply in his face. After spending many days in the library
  studying for exams he was bedraggled. The last thing he needed to see was
  Sirius. Yet the larger boy was approaching him.
  He clutched his things tightly as the Gryffindor came to a halt in front of
  him. "If it isn't Ickle Snapekins of Slytherin." He teased the fellow fifth
  year. "Happy birthday." Severus glowered, feeling dread well up in him. "Me
  and the boys wanted to give you a little present so here you are." He thrust
  out a shoebox-sized parcel wrapped in brown, and pushed it into his hand.
  "I don't want anything from you." He tried to sound strong though he was very
  afraid of what the box contained.
  Sirius eyed at him with a look of pity. "You know, not even I am mean to you
  every day. Here, look. I know you are in to potions so we got you a new herb
  box since when you fell yours got broke last month." He ripped the paper off
  and opened it, displaying it fully inside and out. "I am terribly sorry that
  you got hurt, it was meant as just a bit of fun. How was we supposed to know
  that Peeves was gonna do that?"
  Snape was confused to say the least. Black was always so...Black with him. He
  was almost human at the moment. "What's the catch?" His hair was completely
  obscuring his face, keeping his wrinkled brow from Sirius's view.
  "Severus..." He spoke quietly, glancing around. "There is no catch. I just
  wanted you to have back something very important to you. I was hoping that
  maybe you wouldn't frown at me for a minute. I've been wondering how you'd
  look with a smile..."
  His head snapped up. "What in the hell are you talking about?" He looked at
  him through shiny black strands. He collided with the wall softly,
  discovering that he had been backing away with out notice. A hand was placed
  next to his head. He winced, expecting to be hit.
  "Don't be afraid or angry, I'll make you forget if you like, I just can't get
  you out of my head." Sirius stood so close his breath tickled his face, then
  quickly he bent and covered Snape's mouth with his own.
  Books raining down onto the stone floor punctuated a muffled squeak. Finally
  Severus was released gasping. He freaked out and as Black went to use his
  wand on him looking rather sad, he flung up his hands and petrified him
  completely.
  He was hyperventilating and twitching as he gathered his things and left in
  complete discomposure. Reaching his hall, he was basically under control and
  managed to make it to his room with out gaining a look from anyone. Reaching
  his dorm he flung himself into his bed. He pulled the curtains around him,
  shutting out the light. Thirteen and already life was complicating.
  He sat in the darkness looking up at the area he knew was the top of the
  canopy. His mind replayed the scene in that hall for hours, until light
  evaded his space. He whimpered closing his eyes. "What?"
  "You need to take a shower, it's been days." A Prefect chided him.
  "Yes sir." He managed to get his eyes open. Then he sat up.
  "And eat something for pity sake." He was surveyed with disgust before the
  boy left him.
  He had forgotten to eat again. When was the last time he had been to meals?
  He silently promised to go to breakfast. He got up, grabbed some clean
  clothes and went to the boy's bath. Several whispers broke out as he put his
  things on a bench and stripped. Trying his best not to let it bother him, he
  took a space under a hot water fountain.
  "Hey Snape, you might need to run around a bit to get wet, I think you are
  standing between drops." An older boy teased.
  That was it. First he was teased, then kissed, and now insulted by his own
  house members. Fuming he fixed his eyes on the boy and flipped him off. Then
  he turned back to shampooing his hair. By the time he had finished his repeat
  and rinsed the boy was screaming. He turned around, rubbing water from his
  eyes to see the young man covered in cuts. His form was huddled on the ground
  and he was bleeding profusely.
  His eyes widened. "Snape, stop it, please, he was only joking!" Another boy
  looked at him in fear.
  They though he did it? How could he? He couldn't help but smirk. "Looks like
  the joke's on him." He walked over and picked up his towel and dried off,
  then pulled on his clothes and walked out calmly.
  A hand caught his arm and he jerked away angrily. "Woah there, I don't want a
  fight. What you did in there was bloody brilliant. I'm Malfoy by the way,
  Lucious Malfoy." He was a year younger and a small, blond, rat like boy.
  "Quite." Severus looked annoyedly at him. "I..."
  "I want you to be in my group. I'm important. My family is one of the top..."
  "I'm a Snape, My family is also a top Wizarding family. My mother is a
  Choneise. Highest stock one could hope for. I do not need to follow you."
  "You miss understand. I believe you are one of the chosen few that will truly
  be of use to the master."
  "Master?" His eyebrow quirked in spite of his only mild interest.
  "Lord Voldimort. He will rise soon and you will either rise with him to make
  magic stronger or fall in his wake."
  "Big words." He looked down his nose at the rat-faced boy.
  "Come and meet my master this summer. I promise it will be time well spent."
  He smiled, then swept past him and off to his room.
  "Voldimort..." He whispered to himself. It did trip nicely off the tongue. It
  had been a very complex day. He yawned and trudged off to his room. He pulled
  off his robes, and kicked off his slippers, flopping into bed with his
  dressing gown unbuttoned from mid-chest up. Elves had changed his sheets and
  they felt new and stiff and he wriggled to get comfortable. Soon he was
  asleep.
  "GET UP!" His house head was standing at the foot of his bed. He jolted up
  and looked at him in terror, clutching his chest. "What did you do?!" He was
  being pierced with a look that seemed to physically hurt.
  "Sir?" He rubbed his eyes. "What did I do?"
  "To Creavey!"
  "Creavey???" He echoed cluelessly.
  "In the bathroom!" Veins bulged on his temples.
  "Nothing..."
  "People saw you cast some spell on him."
  "I did not!" He protested, then it dawned on him. "I flipped him off...Am I
  in trouble?"
  "You nearly killed him. You will be sent home in the morning. If you are
  lucky you will not be sent to Azkaban."
  Panic was welling up in him. "Doing this doesn't kill people!" He gave the
  finger to his teacher. "Professor, please, I didn't hurt anyone. I've never
  hurt anyone!"
  In the end he was dragged to the head master's office and all of the teachers
  discussed him while he sat uncomfortably, twisting his toes together
  anxiously under the hem of his gown and fighting off tears. Azkaban... God he
  was in deep.
  He was being as quiet as possible which meant his body decided to defy him
  and his stomach growled so loudly everyone stopped talking to turn around and
  look at him. He turned quite red. "Sorry..." He managed before a sob escaped
  him and he curled up in the chair with his face pressed into his knees.
  Dumbledore brought him some sandwiches and he choked down two with a mug of
  hot chocolate as the man patted his head like he was a pet. He was a great
  deal calmer after he had some food in his stomach. His eyes were so heavy...
  He woke up the next afternoon to a house elf bringing him food. The teachers
  finally decided that it was an accident if he had done it but it was most
  likely someone else. He was given the day off because he had been upset and
  they feared his health would fail him. That was an assumption easily reached
  after viewing his nearly white skin and frail build.
  Despite every teacher telling Slytherin that he was free of blame, Severus
  was given a wide birth in the hall, couldn't get a fellow house member to
  tell him the time of day, and was stuck with a Weasley of all people as a
  partner in classes.
  Over time he did become friends and even went as far as to fall in love with
  Michalea, the fiery red head...But she loved Wood, another Gryffindor. It was
  only proper that it be that way. Well, this is what he reasoned after a lot
  of evenings spent plotting Zachariah Wood's death.
  It was finally summer, no more Black and friends to torture him. But then
  he'd forgotten about Malfoy's invitation until they were on the train home.
  He popped into his personal room flanked by two bruits his age. They looked
  like barbarians. "Snape, this is Crabbe and Goyle." He sounded rather bored
  about it. "Well, you should send an owl about going with us. My father will
  arrange for your way home." He sat across from Severus with out asking
  permission.
  "Owl? Why bother? Your family uses those still?" His lip twitched. "Keeping
  up with the times might be wise." He pulled out a small bag, a self-inking
  quill, and a parchment. In neat handwriting he scrawled a short letter to his
  father and tucked it into the bag, then he placed it on his lap. "It will
  probably take a few minutes to get an answer." They all sat in silence for a
  few minutes before a letter came out of the bag along with a purse filled
  with coins. "Everything seems to be in order."
  They chatted about what plans they had for the summer before they arrived at
  the train station and fetched by Malfoy's father. "Crabbe, Goyle, you come
  along also. Your fathers will be joining us at the manor. You must be the
  promising young man Lucious has told me about." He smiled at Severus.
  "Sir." He nodded cordially in greeting.
  The manor was large, grand, and stuffy. It was just like home. Snape watched
  the well rehearsed reception of the students and Master Malfoy. None of it
  held his attention half as much as the man who came to dinner. Tall, slender,
  muscular, elegant, and beautiful were words that you couldn't help but use to
  describe him.
  His hair was long and black, caught back in a pin at the base of his neck.
  Long bangs framed his face, which was strongly made, yet his features were
  sharp and delicate as a woman's. His black silk robes fluttered about him as
  he entered the room and set Snape's heart racing.
  The power resonating from the man was breath taking. He felt fear begin to
  well up in him, yet at the same time awe, and curiosity. An excitement he
  couldn't explain sent a tingle through his body as the room as one murmured
  and knelt. "My lord."
  He closed his eyes and bowed his head, trying to be respectful. It was
  impolite to stare. A moment later he opened his eyes to find the man standing
  before him. Two graceful fingers were placed under his chin and his face was
  lifted. He looked up into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen.
  "My Lord Voldimort, this is the boy." Malfoy spoke, sounding like a mosquito
  's whine.
  "Silence." He sounded playful. "Tell me boy, do you fear me?"
  "No sir Should I have reason to?"
  "Should you?" There was nervous laughter around the room. "Only if you make
  me angry." He released him and glanced around the room. "You do need to learn
  to bow."
  "I know how, but you have showed me no reason to as of yet Sir." He said
  boldly.
  "Tomorrow I will give you reason enough to follow me." He smiled with a sexy
  self-assured air. "Come now, let us eat." A hand was placed in the small of
  Severus's back to guide him towards the table.
  He was uncomfortably aware of the touch. It tickled his skin, but in a very
  nice way he couldn't understand. He was directed into a chair next to
  Voldimort. His meal was neglected nearly completely as he listened to
  everyone talking. Studying how everyone fit in this social gathering was
  important.
  Malfoy was the head of most things under Voldimort. Women didn't seem to be
  under their men as was with some communities. Voldimort interrupted his
  thoughts. "Boy, eat something. There is plenty of time to daydream later."
  "I was listening." He frowned in annoyance.
  "Then eat while you listen." The reply was slightly sharp, but still playful.
  He obeyed, trying not to fidget.
  After dinner he asked Severus to accompany him on a walk and he accepted
  eagerly. They walked through the countryside within the labyrinth of trees
  and hedges. They came out on a hill and found themselves overlooking a town.
  Despite the warm summer afternoon, the evening was cool once the sun had
  dipped below the horizon. The young boy shivered, wishing he had worn thicker
  robes.
  With a soft impact with his back, he found himself enfolded by Voldimort's
  arms. He leaned back into the warmth, feeling his heart flutter in his chest.
  "Tell me, what do you see?" Voldimort spoke softly into his hair.
  He felt giddy. This was something new. No one had ever touched him like that,
  let alone an adult. He didn't feel much like answering, but figured it wasn't
  just a simple question. The Slytherin way meant everything had two faces. He
  examined the lights below intently, but drew only one answer. "A Muggle
  village."
  "Yes, Muggle, not Wizard. Now why is it that it is that way?"
  "There are more Muggles." He frowned.
  "Why?"
  "Because..." History was not his weakness. "Every time the Wizarding
  population becomes to prominent the Muggles rise up and kill them off."
  "Why?"
  "They fear what they don't understand."
  "Precisely." Voldimort released him and came around to face Snape, looking
  into his deep brown bottomless eyes. He put his hands on Severus's upper arms
  and held him close. "Muggles fear what they do not understand. They attack
  what they fear. They kill what they think a threat. Let us not fall prey to
  them once more. As my followers band together we wish to let our magic become
  law. Help me stop the hiding and fear. We can rule the world and enslave
  those who wished to imprison us. Let purity define us from Mug-bloods who
  side with the weak. With you at my side, my dreams may be realized."
  He let out his breath slowly, finding he had been holding it. "I..."
  "I need you." The words caressed his very soul. To be needed, wanted... Once
  more he opened his mouth, but a fingertip was placed on his lips. "Think
  about this, it isn't a decision to be made on a whim. Force beyond what you
  have used on your fellow school mates may be necessary and once you except
  there will be no turning back, no regrets."
  He shivered again, and only partly from cold. This was serious stuff. This
  man was hinting at knowing more then he let on. And murder. He was sure of
  it. Apparently he didn't realize the depth and reason of the shiver for the
  robes were folded around the two of them quickly. "Let's get you back to the
  manor before you catch cold."
  Wordlessly he went along. "Good night my lord." He bowed when he was released
  at the steps in the entrance hall.
  Voldimort did something that shocked him to his very core. He took up his
  hand and kissed his palm before folding his fingers over the kiss and smiled
  at him. Snape turned and walked purposefully up the steps with out a glance
  behind him. He reached the door to his room and opened it with shaking hands.
  He got inside and shut the door leaning on it heavily.
  "Well?" Lucious asked surveying him with curiosity. "What did he say to make
  you look like that?" He was sitting on a chair by the fire.
  He glanced in the mirror, rattled. He looked rattled. "He didn't say anything
  besides his cause...I'm just cold and tired." He was annoyed. Why was the rat
  invading his space?
  He turned his back and began unbuttoning his cloak. He placed it on a hanger
  and into the wardrobe before kicking off his shoes and putting them in also.
  Then he began working on getting off his shirt.
  "Well, I am going to bed since you aren't in a chatty mood. I will see you in
  the morning." Malfoy took the hint probably thinking of Creavey, and left as
  he tossed the shirt in a basket. He locked the door before going into the
  bathroom and starting a hot bath for himself. Stripped down to the skin he
  got into the deliciously hot bath and sat back, feeling the water slowly
  creeping up his chest until it was to his chin in that relaxed position.
  Then he turned off the faucets and allowed the tension of the day to melt
  away. Rose soap sat on the side of the tub with bath salts and other rose
  scented things he was sure only girls would use. Being the only soap he got
  out of the tub and perched on the rim as he ran the bar over his skin, which
  was slightly pink from the hot water.
  He even lathered up his hair before getting back into the large bath and
  rinsing himself free of rosy suds. He then climbed out and wrapped a large
  fluffy towel around his slight frame. After letting the water out he dried
  off, then secured the damp cloth around his waist. Vigorously he dried his
  hair on a smaller towel before plunking himself in front of the vanity and
  seizing a brush. Pulling it through the tangled mass he reviewed the day.
  The mere thought of the dark man he had met earlier sent a tingle through
  him. He wanted that touch again. He looked back at he deep brown eyes in the
  mirror. "Stupid, stop thinking such things."
  "Dreams are all we have some times." The mirror told him as he swept back the
  silky strands of hair into a bunch and tied it off with a ribbon at the base
  of his neck.
  "Dreaming can keep you from living." He frowned, his small thick eyebrows
  nearly met above his long slender nose. He rose from the seat and went to his
  wardrobe. He pulled out a nightdress that was white and a little too feminine
  and long for him. His mother bought them and he wore them with out comment.
  He put it on along with underwear and climbed into bed.
  Settling down he commanded the room to dim, and closed his eyes. Sleep didn't
  come. No, perhaps it had lost its way, but anyway it happened he was
  exhausted and maddeningly awake. He tossed and turned after lying still until
  it hurt. Finally he tossed back his sheets with a growl and got out of that
  damn suffocating torture device.
  His foot falls slapped strangely as naked feet hit cold marble tiles. He
  reached the bottom of the steps before he was intercepted by a house elf.
  "Sir what be it that sir needs? Dobby wishes to help sir if sir wishes." Its
  rambling mouth and large buggy eyes annoyed Severus who was feeling rather
 cranky.
  "Library, is there one?" He looked at the soiled pillowcase-wearing elf.
  "Of coarse sir. Dobby shows sir the way now." The git set off down the hall
  and he followed wordlessly. The library was like a treasure chest. Books to
  the ceiling three stories high; staircases, balconies, fireplaces, and giant
  picture windows covered in blood red velvet curtains that puddled enticingly
  on the floor begged for hide-and-seek to be played in them. A grand piano,
  harp, and display of other instruments huddled in a corner of the Quidditch
  arena sized room. Clusters of red furniture were scattered around the room,
  each near another topic of interest.
  He was drooling. It was a bookworm's wet dream. No place else he would be
  when he had free time. He walked to a shelf, trailing his fingers over the
  leather bound volumes with a reverence set aside for very little in his life
  "Would the sir be needing any food?" Dobby invaded his worship. The forgotten
  elf was eyed with surprise.
  "Um please." He gave a curt nod before resuming his tracing of the letters in
  gold and silver leaf on the spines of novels. Looking around he spotted a
  small nook about midway up the room and began a quest with his eyes for the
  path to get there. Up the main staircase to the top, then down a spiral
  staircase, then he couldn't tell if there was a door through a book case or
  how to get to the small landing with the recliner couch.
  He climbed up and down eagerly but found a dead end, a solid wall of books.
  He looked at it stubbornly, knowing he had seen no other possible way in. He
  ran his slender fingers over the sea of the books, closing his eyes. One it
  seemed felt different...He opened his eyes and noted the tattered top edge.
  With a grin he gave it a tug and gained admittance to his haven.
  The balcony was small, about nine feet across the semi-circle. The couch sat
  in the middle with a candelabra, to his right was a small fireplace with the
  image of Merlin up one side and an owl in a tree up the other and on the
  mantle, all in gold and jewels. Each tree leaf was made of jade and the owl
  eyes of topaz, glinting eerily in the fire light from the charmed candles
  that sprang to life as he entered. On the left were an intricately carved
  banister and the twenty-foot drop to the ground floor. The opening was only
  five feet before books curved around to the fireplace.
  And then there were the books, as if each had been selected just for him.
  Botany and potions, mythologies and lore, languages and social studies; each
  title exciting him more then the last. Oh some he had read, but not The
  Diaries of the Inquests (a twenty-three volume set) or Mythologies of Ancient
  Egyptians.
  "Sir your snack sir. Dobby hopes the sir likes." The elf spoke, drawing his
  attention from Darkness of White Magic. His gaze fell only on the food for
  the elf had gone. Hot chocolate, oatmeal cookies, and a quarter-sliced
  chicken sandwich. He selected Darkness of White Magic and curled up on the
  couch, pulling the velvet throw over his lap and setting the open volume in
  it.
  Nibbling on a sandwich corner he scanned the page. "It is possible to use a
  White Magic in a dark, forceful, or malevolent way, just as it is possible to
  use Dark Magic to help. Take the healing spell Burodu Restara. If it is used
  improperly or allowed to continue, the veins can burst and kill instead of
  save."
  As he read on he reached absently for one cookie after another all the while
  sipping from the bottomless cup of steamy cocoa. Before he knew it the plate
  was empty and he was incredibly full. His head lolled back a few times before
  he put the book on the table and curled up and slept.
  Eyes were on him. It woke him up and made his skin crawl. Cautiously he
  cracked one eyelid open. Lucious was inches from his face. He opened both
  eyes and looked at him. "What?"
  "You're absolutely beautiful." A barely audible whisper met his ears.
  "Flawless." Stray fingers ran down his jaw line and neck before he knocked
  them away.
  "What are you doing?" His voice was shrill. It reminded him of his first year
  when his mouse transfigured into a crab apple instead of a matchbox from
  McGonagall's prattling on about students doing things wrong. Boy had he heard
  it then.
  "Sorry I didn't mean to...you're prettier then every girl at Hogwarts, you
  know?" Lucious was leaning over him, just inches and yet he was moving
  closer. He bit his lip, his intense blue eyes searching the deep chocolate
  ones before him.
  A slow blush traveled across his cheeks. "No, I'm not." He frowned. Soft
  fingers brushed his cheek again and then Lucious's mouth was pressed to his.
  He pulled away. "Don't do that." He stood up and pushed past Malfoy. "I
  should get dressed."
  "Nobody gets dressed for breakfast, come on." He shrugged as he turned around
  to face Severus. "Are you mad?"
  "No, I just don't like you like that." He walked through the book case arch.
  His reflection in a mirror startled him to a stand still. His hair framed his
  face in wispy strands, his sharp face was pale, and his dark eyes large and
  thick lashed. He did look like his mother. Thin well defined lips, long
  slender nose, and perfect eyebrows, positively feminine.
  "You don't look in the mirror much, do you?" Lucious giggled coming up behind
  him. "Let's go."
  "I'm coming." He tore his eyes from the image in the mirror that screamed
  maiden.
  "Library so early in the morning? And the first day of freedom for the
  summer." Voldimort leaned against the steps on the ground floor of the
  library. He gave a carefree smile as Severus and Lucious descended the
  stairs. Not surprisingly he was dressed.
  "I couldn't sleep last night. I came to relax and fell asleep." He confessed,
  rubbing his eyes.
  Voldimort laughed softly. "Well, I can't blame you, rather fond of sitting up
  there myself. I can name a few times that was my bed." He looked back up at
  the little cubby. "Well, we best be off to breakfast, being the most
  important meal of the day, I find that people get rather grumpy if they miss
  it."
  He simply nodded.
  "Do you ever smile?" The man looked down at Severus curiously.
  "Not really...No reason to." He was a bit startled by the question.
  "I suppose that will be my challenge for the summer. Find out how to make
  Severus smile." He nodded to himself before abruptly turning and striding
  out.
  It was the first time he had heard the man speak his name and it sent shivers
  up his spine. Like silk in his voice and with out that annoying hiss most
  people put on the beginning and ending of his name.
  He saw that true to his word the Malfoy family were all still in dressing
  gowns and pajamas. Lucious had on light blue pajamas that made him look faded
  some how Severus noted as he settled into his chair and began eating
  hungrily. He would be back to fitting in his uniform by the end of summer if
  he kept eating like this. Being expected to attend every meal would be good
  for him.
  "Severus, your family's manor, where is it?" Mrs. Malfoy asked casually over
  the brim of her coffee cup.
  "On a private island. Father says the Muggles don't even know it exists.
  Simple cloaks and guiding spells have kept it out of their world for several
  hundred years." He paused in the middle of a crepe to explain before
  returning to it.
  "Then you aren't exposed to them."
  "Muggles? No, only when I go to Kings Cross Station. We travel by floo to
  every other place." He caught the hem of his gown in his toes as he cut up a
  piece of bacon.
  Lucious and he spent much of their days together doing homework and playing
  games. They even read together. Voldimort appeared from time to time putting
  Severus into a narrow visioned state that drove Lucious insane. One such day
  it was raining heavily. Bored and not in the mood to read he was stuck
  sitting with the thunder struck Severus after Voldimort had commented on the
  book he had been reading nearly two hours prior.
  "All of the adults are gone, let's go do something!"
  "Hum?"
  "For Merlin's sake! Get up!" The blond demanded. He caught hold of Snape's
  arm and tugged.
  "OK, but what are we going to do?"
  "Go out."
  "It's raining."
  "You aren't so sweet as to melt! Come on." They were in the entrance hall
  before Severus stopped him again.
  "We are still in our night clothes."
  "Live a little." Lucious shoved him into the pouring rain, bare- foot and in
  a white dressing gown that clung to his skin almost instantly. "Bet you can't
  catch me!" Lucious danced about in his dark blue pants and white half
  buttoned shirt a few feet away.
  "What do I do with you when I catch you?"
  "What ever you like." The tone was more seductive then a twelve-year-old
  should be able to manage.
  "I rather think you should have to catch me then." And Severus took off
  running. Sports were not his thing and knew he wouldn't last long. Lucious
  grinned as his white fox took off running and took chase, pacing himself,
  knowing Severus was weaker.
  Heart pounding in his ears, coffee eyes searched for a hiding place as he
  ducked through trees and flower gardens. His skirts clung to his legs with
  grass, mud, and leaves. He stumbled and paused to tug the fabric up so he
  could run more easily.
  Pure exhilaration flooded his being as he ran through a maze, rain pelting
  him and running down his face. His hair clung to him messily and he brushed
  it away. He finally stopped and stood in the middle of the maze, before a
  fountain. With out giving it a second thought he climbed into the knee deep
  water amongst the lily pads.
  "Ah..." The other boy rounded a bend and gasped. Severus turned and faced him
  with a tiny smile. Malfoy was seldom at a loss for words, yet now he was
  fumbling. "You look...like an angel."
  "Yes, well, I'm sure I'm a bit wetter and dirtier then any angel." He
  laughed, splashing at him. Lucious leapt foreword at him and he shrieked with
  laughter, sloshing away from his grabbing hands, then he fell into the water,
  dragging Severus with him. Both sat up sputtering. "So graceful Lou."
  In reply he was kissed. Lucious had obviously been planning the kiss out for
  a while. He pressed his lips over Severus's firmly, then grazed his lower lip
  with his teeth. Fingers toyed with his sensitive nipples through his drenched
  gown. Snape opened his mouth in surprise as he pinched one little hard nub of
  flesh. Malfoy slid his tongue into his mouth.
  He kissed him until they were both gasping for air, then Severus ended it by
  climbing out of the fountain and walking back to the house. "Wait!" Lucious
  followed, looking upset. "Did I do something wrong?"
  "No." He looked over his shoulder. "It was a very nice kiss, but that is all
  I'm giving you today."
  Summer went by in a flurry of Quidditch, books, Dark Arts, necking, and
  feasting. Severus's clothes fit snuggly and he had grown taller. It was the
  evening before they left to Diagon Alley and Severus had some how found
  himself sitting in Voldimort's lap, the two of them looking at a book. "So
  now you understand?"
  He twisted around to look full into those incredible green eyes. He could be
  Potter's father, judging by the look of him. Of coarse he was far more
  attractive and elegant. "The meek shall inherit nothing, the strong will take
  all. Voldimort is my leader, and were he goes I will follow."
  "So I have you now?" He was suddenly acutely aware of his large hand on his
  thigh.
  If it was more then an innocent gesture, Severus was far from objecting. "In
  any and every way you wish it." He waited for action.
  "Good, now off to bed with you. You have a busy day ahead of you." He was
  disappointed, as he climbed to his feet. "Until we meet again Severus."
  "Good bye."
  Severus stepped out of the line of students streaming down the steps toward
  Slytherin common room. Easily he slipped into the darkness of the stair well.
  Peter had Remus and James engrossed in his summer tales of poor Petegrew as
  they passed him and went up the steps heading to their own tower. He caught
  his breath, forcing his hands to relax on his wand and his butterflies to
  still. There he was, the reason for his agony.
  Sirius was following the other three idly, looking rather disinterested in it
  all. "Movarious Tongta." Snape pointed his wand, muting Black as he breathed
  out raggedly. Now or never... The young man snagging him and pulling him into
  shadows. He pushed him into a storage closet and closed them in. "I've been
  thinking about it and I have decided that I am interested in you, if you are
  still up to it."
  Amusingly Sirius was clutching his wand, though could hope to do little more
  then poke his attacker in the eye. His eyes were large until things began to
  sink into his caveman skull. Slowly the wand was folded back into his robes
  and an easy smile crept across his face. The older boy warmed to the idea
  faster then Snape had expected, stroking his right cheek with the back of his
  right hand before moving into kiss him.
  Severus tilted his face up to comply and felt those hot lips press against
  his mouth like moonlight on water, perfectly balanced between un-fathomable
  tenderness and lust... His heart fluttered like a bird in a cage, and how
  fitting as Sirius was eyeing him like prey.
  The Slytherin boy smiled to himself as the bad boy of Gryffindor took
  initiative, deepening the kiss as he surprised Snape with a hand slipped
  under his four layers to his slender waist. The hand was ruff and burning on
  his skin as his belly was explored with capable fingers. Trails of fire
  blazed down his middle to his loins. He caught the wandering hand before it
  strayed beyond his comfort. He pulled away from the kiss, his body buzzing
  with urgings.
  He swallowed looking Sirius over. The boy was breathing pretty hard and he
  was looking resentful. "I've never done this before." He tried to explain
  himself with out sounding to stupid. "You're moving a little fast for me ok?"
  He bit his lip. LAME was far too lenient a way to say how he sounded. The
  frightened virgin, pathetic Severus... And after all the screwing around he
  had done with Lucious.
  Black opened his mouth then quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, sorry. Finari
  incantatem."
  His voice was noticeably husky as he spoke for the first time. "I won't hurt
  you. I promise." He kept his eyes on the dark ones that looked up to him.
  "Pretty innocent for an attempted murderer."
  "Listen Sirius, if you are going to make fun of me I'll go to my room and let
  my own house do it." The fire was in his eyes. He had hit a nerve.
  Sirius looked at him in surprise and not for the first time that night. He
  was a bit dim in the matter of hurt feelings but he did know what James did
  every time Remus got too depressed. His taller stature allowed him to fold
  around Snape's small frame. He hugged him with every ounce of his being. "I
  didn't mean to make you mad." He whispered into his hair.
  The small body against him began to tremble and he felt him struggle to be
  free. "I'm sorry." The tiniest whisper met his ears. The tiny voice was
  nothing close to the voices raging battle in Severus's skull. God he had lost
  his composure and was crying! Oh and let's make it better by feeling dizzy.
  His skin burned in embarrassment as he clutched Sirius to steady himself. It
  felt nice to be gathered into someone. Sheltered and protected...
  Black settled down on the floor of the large stone closet next to some of
  Filtch's rainwear and held Snape to him. The smaller boy fit in his lap like
  he was designed for him. The silky black strands of hair beckoned his fingers
  to run through them as Severus pressed his face into Black's shoulder.
  They sat long enough that Sirius's leg went numb, though he had no clue the
  minute or the hour. Not that his leg being robbed of blood was a problem. No,
  all of his blood was running between his heart, his head, and his crotch.
  Severus was being so teeth grittingly seductive in his clueless little
  deprived way that Black had to try hard not to start fantasizing about him.
  That is when he realized that Snape had been unbuttoning his clothes while he
  had been fighting with himself about zoning out. Hot wet kisses lined his
  throat then traced his collarbone. When he got an idea in his head he would
  not be dissuaded by tears or death Sirius decided as he eagerly helped
  Severus out of his lap so they could get more comfortable or naked as the
  case may be.
  That's when he heard someone talking. "I haven't seen him since dinner."
  Minerva McGonagall's voice cut through the wood like a chainsaw.
  "Calm yourself Minerva, I'm sure that neither has killed the other yet,
  though I'd place my money on Snape before I'd bet on Black having the
  brains."
  "Oh fuck." Sirius moaned. "If they find us..."
  "Better be fighting like they said." Snape grabbed Black by the front of his
  robes and jerked him off of the floor.
  "Here goes. No getting upset at me k?"
  "Shut up." He shoved Sirius into the door with a thud.
  Snape was punched hard enough that he fell back into the raincoat and fell to
  the floor with a pathetic squeak of plastic. He spit blood as he staggered
  back to his feet and plowed back into Black who was pulling out his wand.
  They crashed through the door and into the hall. The teachers were upon them
  only a moment after Snape received his very cute kitten ears and tail.
  "That will be quite enough Sirius!" McGonagall screeched as she ripped him
  off of the smaller boy. "Fifth years shouldn't act like children. And since I
  know Mister Snape wouldn't do anything so stupid as take on someone three
  times his size with out his wand I am going to surmise that you started this.
  Twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor for your lack of forethought. And
  detention will be spent with um...Pomfrey doing as she wishes."
  "M'kay, may I go there now, I think the little shit broke my ribs." He
  frowned, holding his side gingerly.
  "Two detentions, and watch that language. Go on!" She slapped him in the back
  of his head before turning to fume over at the boy who sat strangling his new
  tail.
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***** Just An Innocent Child pt2 *****
Just An Innocent Child pt2




  In The Past
  Chapter 2 All's Fair in Love and War
  Severus woke to the first day of school in annoyance. He had discovered that
  until Christmas he wouldn't be: seeing Voldimort, eating breakfast in his
  pajamas, or allowed to sleep in the library after a cuppa. He got dressed in
  his new uniform and selected his parchment book, homework scrolls, ink, and
  the two class books that corresponded with the morning classes he took.
  Transfiguration and Herbology, then he'd be back to clean up before lunch and
  change over his books for Potions and Charms. Potions was his favorite.
  The next day's classes were Divination, Arithmancy, History of Magic, and
  Defense Against The Dark Arts. Wednesdays he traded Ancient Runes for
  Herbology since he was so prolific in the subjects they allowed it and had
  Astronomy that night.
  He found no use for things like Muggle Studies and Care Of Magical Creatures.
  Animals were kind of obnoxious and needy. Anything he needed to learn about
  animals he'd learn about in DADA, which is precisely why he decided to take
  that elective.
  He went down to breakfast and sat with Lucious, greeting his smile with a
  curt little nod. "Good morning."
  "Not really." He ate a piece of toast, feeling no true interest in being
  there.
  There was a long silence between them. People were staring and he was their
  focus. The quaver in Malfoy's voice betrayed him. "Um...Not to be rude, but
  might I ask about the tail and ears?" Fear?
  "BLACK." He drank a bit of water.
  "Oh. I see." He looked down at his plate, blond eyebrows knit together.
  "Don't worry, he got his."
  "Really? What spell did you use?" Lucious perked back up.
  An evil glint was in those bottomless pools of black. "None, he had taken my
  wand away, so I broke his ribs. He's still in hospital." A silent gaze of awe
  was all that he received the rest of the meal. That suited him fine.
  He made his way towards McGonagall's room. She hated him. He realized it was
  his fault for transfiguring the ceiling to Jell-O that one morning and nearly
  smothering her. It wasn't as if he had done it on purpose. He was kind of
  dangerous in this field. Perhaps he could entertain Voldimort next summer
  with a bit of his -at the time- blunders of magic. It could make an
  interesting torture device.
  "Severus!" Michaela bounced up to him, her body stopped about a full second
  before her breasts. "Good Morning, how was your summer?" Spiral curls stuck
  out like an insane mane.
  "My summer?" Long eyelashes danced as he blinked. "Um, it was
  uh...enjoyable." It was the most decent thing he could think to say. 'Oh I
  spent my summer necking with another boy because he asked nicely and I might
  take up a career where I might have to kill people and you?' Was the first
  thing that popped into his head. "How about you?"
  "Well, my brother Arthur and I went to the Stone Circles. They are amazing."
  She settled at their desk. "It's the oldest transit system. It's said that
  Muggles used to use it with wizards, but that was before Atlantis moved
  itself into another detention. I'd love to see what they did with it. Now it
  just connects to the few other Stones still standing all over Britain and the
  surrounding area. I thought it was frightfully interesting." She arranged her
  skirts.
  "Well, after Atlantis achieved ultimate harmony with their surroundings they
  didn't wish to be part of the world and since it was their travel gate they
  did away with it. What we've managed to put back together is only a small
  piece of their port. And if Muggles didn't swarm all over them, it might be
  easier to restore them." He arranged his things on the desk, feeling slightly
  more optimistic about the year to come. He had her to cheer him after all.
  Severus finished his last class of the day, DADA, and headed to the library.
  He was alone except for the librarian and one sole Ravenclaw who was looking
  through some books in the restricted section. He asked about new books,
  checked out all five added the room from A through K along with one from L.
  His goal was to read every book that remotely interested him in the library
  before he graduated.
  Sticking them in his bag and slinging them over his shoulder, he walked back
  down the empty halls. Most people were at a Quick Quidditch Match so he
  really wasn't expecting to run into anyone. "Well, well...Just the boy I
  wanted to see." Black stepped out of the shadows, making his heart leap in
  his chest.
  He was wondering if he had his three followers, but one quick glance set that
  thought aside. "Why?"
  "Unfinished business." The grin was so seductive, he felt his skin crawl and
  his heart quicken. He was guided into a little niche behind a tapestry by his
  shoulders. Sirius kissed him deeply, running his arms down the smaller boy's
  sides. Snape was a good kisser and took the none-intrusive mouth to mouth and
  turned it into its own sexual experience. Moaning Sirius straddled his leg,
  pressing his erection into Snape's hip and Snape's groin into just above his
  knee.
  Sirius ran a hand through Severus's hair and caught a cat ear between finger
  and thumb, massaging it. A hot line ran down through his nipples and strait
  to his crotch. Continuing to caress his ear, the older boy moved down with
  his free hand to capture his tail. He started stroking him at the base of his
  tail, making his ears seem numb in comparison. Wrapping his arms around the
  taller boy, Snape writhed against him, twisting in pleasure, mounting it with
  every movement.
  The sudden realization he was going to come in his clothes in the middle of
  the school hit him and he struggled beneath the excess weight trapping him
  against the wall. Before he managed to protest he felt the tell tale jerk as
  Sirius came wildly against him. The erotic movements, wrenched down his walls
  and he released finally pushing into his companion of lust heatedly.
  Kissing him again, Black eased Snape down onto his feet. The boy was sweaty,
  rumpled, and smelled like sex. He cast a cooling charm, an un-wrinkling
  charm, and kissed him again before walking off and leaving him there dazed
  and flushed.
  Severus was afraid of showing through his pants, whether it cum soaking
  through or the encore erection from walking half way across the school with
  sticky pants, so he had his arms folded tightly around himself as he made his
  way to the boy's dorm. By the time he had made it out of robes, shoes, and
  shirt he was nearly to orgasm again.
  Climbing onto his bed he jerked the curtains shut and clutched at the bulge
  straining against his trousers. Keeling in the middle of the bed he kneaded
  the hard member in his hands through his trousers and wet knickers. Rocking
  his hips up, straining his mussels, he thrust again and again. Fantasizing
  about Sirius he remembered his hot touches as he continued to thrust.
  Relieving-ly he felt the last of the fires flow out of him, leaving raw
  satisfaction and stickiness in his palms. He rubbed them on the thighs of his
  trousers and peeled off the soiled clothes, performing a mild cleaning spell
  that would erase the true reason they were dirty and tossed them in his
  laundry before heading to the showers.
  It had been rough, having a craving for tuna and growling at certain people
  he didn't like and hissing but finally the cat was gone. The ears and tail
  were gone for nearly a week. Sirius hadn't been near him since the hall and
  Severus had been wondering if he had done something wrong. He kept thinking
  about it as McGonagall lectured. Sirius sat with Peter Petegrew, looking
  rather board.
  As if Moroccan meditation drums were hammering in his head, instead of
  staying in Professor Vigilante's classroom, a throb drove out all other tasks
  from his mind. Stop worrying about it Pratt. But his head kept hurting. He
  tossed down his quill and clutched his face in his hands, moaning. "Severus?"
  Michaela's hand was on his shoulder. "Are you alright?" Her voice stung his
  ears.
  "Just a head ache." He looked up at her. Judging from her face, he looked as
  bad as he felt. He knew he looked pinched, but really. He winced at the
  pulsing pain.
  She put a hand on his forehead, biting her lip. "You're not warm." She took
  his hand and patted it.
  "No, it's just a head ache."
  "You should go to the nurse."
  "It'll pass."
  "Men." She rolled her eyes before flipping a large fiery red curl over her
  shoulder and raising her hand. "Professor McGonagall?" It was a common thing
  for her to do.
  "Yes Miss Weasley?" She looked up from her desk.
  "Severus isn't feeling well, may I take him to Madam Hind?" Her large blue
  eyes flickered back to him, her voice dripping with concern. Make him look
  stupid...
  "Yes, very well. Five points to Gryffindor for showing compassion Miss
  Weasley." McGonagall nodded after looking at him for a moment. Women...Over
  reacting...
  She reached down and took Snape up by the elbow and practically dragged him
  out of class. He frowned. "You're over reacting Kalie." It was the first time
  he had ever called her anything but Weasley. It sounded cute, he'd admit.
  It got him a smile. "Finally! I thought you would never use my name. But I
  don't think I am." He sighed. When this woman got something stuck in her
  head...
  His thoughts were cut through as though his brain was suddenly struck by
  lightening. He clutched his head and staggered into the wall. It hit his
  stomach and he was left retching helplessly, the remains of breakfast having
  exited his body in an un-orderly fashion. "Sev." She put an arm around him,
  trying to guide him down the corridor.
  "Budge up Weasley." A gruff voice spoke from behind them a moment before
  Snape found himself cradled in someone's arms. He could do little more then
  whimper and curl up tighter against them, clutching his head. They ran with
  him up the stairs to the nurse. It was disorienting and frightening. "Madam
  Hind!"
  He was put down rather jarringly on a cot, and frowned up to see Sirius
  looking around wildly. "Who asked for your help?" He glowered, feeling more
  stupid by the second.
  "Professor McGonagall told me to get you here if it killed me. Who knows what
  that bird might have done to me if I didn't risk Slytherin Cooties getting
  you here?" Black was so usual in his demeanor, no body would have suspected
  the events of that night just a week before.
  "Get out!" He hissed angrily. Just what he needed, ears on his first week,
  then to add to the public humiliation Sirius being threatened into carrying
  him.
  "Gladly!" He stalked out of the room, nearly bumping into Michaela. He moved
  to dodge past.
  "Thanks Sirius."
  "He fancies you, you know?" Black looked at her with a head jerk in Severus's
  direction.
  "Honestly!" She frowned. "This is no time to make jokes!" She smacked him.
  "Go soak your head." Snape grumbled between clenched teeth. He then went back
  to throwing up his toenails. Madam Hind made him drink horrid potions and lay
  there for two days before she was satisfied that he wasn't going to keel
  over. Migraines happened on rare occasions and they always over medicated him
  in fear he might wither away.
  He had lost weight and he needed a bath he noted as he walked stiffly towards
  his dorm. A crappy first four weeks to school... He cringed to think of what
  was next as he tossed his clothes in a laundry pile and went into the
  showers.
  Lucious was in the middle of the bath to his left as he entered. He waved
  enthusiastically. Sighing, Severus joined him. Ducking under the suds to
  clean his hair he felt so much better. He came up, wiped the water from his
  face and smiled at his friend.
  "How are you feeling?" Malfoy's eyes took him in.
  "OK. A little tired but that's all." He told him. "I think I'll sit here for
  a while then go to bed."
  "You missed a brilliant Quidditch match. Potter got knocked senseless by a
  Bludger hit by one of his own teammates. It was priceless." Lucious acted it
  out, making several boys laugh.
  He gave a bemused look. "Who won."
  "They did, but only because Hufflepuff couldn't compete because they were
  laughing to death. Lilly was all over him after the game. But the tall bloke
  he is friends with couldn't get up from the stands. He laughed himself into a
  stupor."
  "You mean Black? He was already in a stupor." Severus leaned against the rim
  of the tub and relaxed.
  Severus jolted awake and yelped. "Shuh, it's ok. I didn't mean to startle
  you." Sirius's deep sexy voice spoke apologetically. "Lumos." A very dim
  light filled the curtain surrounded space to reveal the dark haired young
  men. He put the invisibility cloak on the four of the bed and stretched out
  along side the now incredibly awake Severus.
  "You should leave..." He was strangely breathless.
  "If you really want me to." Black licked his lips. "I was just worried about
  you. Are you better?"
  "Someone might come. I yelled."
  "The curtains have a silencing charm so you don't have to listen to snoring
  or masturbating." The smile was far beyond seductive. He was so close to him
  he could feel his breath. "You are probably trying really hard to be quiet
  when you do it, right?"
  His face burned in embarrassment.
  "Sorry...I came to check on you, you ok?"
  "I am better." He could tell Sirius was really turned on by the dangerous
  situation and couldn't help but be aroused by his fighting it off. He leaned
  into breathe against Black's neck gently. "But you could make me feel even
  better."
  That got a chuckle of mirth. "And how's that?" He was inches from Snape's
  face.
  He closed the gap, kissing lightly, then dragging his tongue across Sirius's
  bottom lip. Taking the bait, Sirius captured him in a fantastic kiss of
  tongues sliding and rubbing against each other as he sifted his weight onto
  Severus.
  He pulled the covers off of Snape's thin body and slid a hand up under his
  nightdress, stroking a creamy thigh. The bitter taste of fear filled the
  mouth he was delving into and he pulled away, feeling the body tense up under
  him in a negative way. Sighing he flopped over next to the younger of them
  and eyed the deer like eyes.
  "Sorry. I didn't mean to it's just I haven't done it." He tried to move back
  into the side of taller boy.
  "You're giving me blue balls. What are you so fucking scared of? I'm not
  going to touch you if you can't stand for me to."
  "I'm not..."
  "Prove it."
  "How?" Severus glowered.
  "Take off your clothes and let me watch." Sirius moved to the foot of the bed
  and sat watching him.
  Heart pounding and a blush traveling quickly over his whole body, the dark
  eyed boy pulled off the lightweight gown. He spread it out on the bed,
  deciding if they were going to be that friendly they should at least try and
  not make a huge mess. Then he slowly shimmied out of his jockeys. It felt
  erotic.
  His penis was rock hard and throbbing as he dropped his pants and looked at
  Sirius expectantly. "Go ahead, do it."
  The blush that had slowly gone away was back in full force. He must have
  looked disturbed because he was huffed at again. "You want me to fuck you but
  you can even jack off in front of me?"
 He could sure make it sound stupid. But then again, he supposed it was less
  intimate then sex. "I was just surprised. I thought you were going to join
  in."
  "One thing at a time." He sounded so reassuring, yet he looked so horny that
  it was making Severus ache to look at him. He slid his hands down to the
  sensitive flesh begging to be touched and began to run his fingertips over
  the head and down the length, kneeling naked in front of Sirius. His stomach
  churned as the combination of his now fists pumping and the heavy breathing
  of the figure before him.
  Sirius began taking off his clothes. "Do you...want me...to stop?" He was
  panting as he asked, hoping that he wouldn't make him.
  "No." He was tugging off his jeans, while watching Snape like a wolf. He
  couldn't take it, those eyes watching him sent him into a very good orgasm.
  He was a great deal louder then he had ever been in all the times before,
  which made it some how much better, sending the pleasure a little higher.
  Feet still partially under him he shifted so he was sitting on his hip to
  catch his breath. His vision drifted down Sirius who seemed to be waiting for
  him to get a good look. He was broad shouldered, muscular, and had a slight
  golden sheen to his skin.
  He had a proportionately nice sized member. Severus was filled with the want
  to touch him in every place, make him come, and make him beg for more. He was
  stroking his shaft, as soon as he was satisfied with giving Severus a look.
  Thrusting his hips he gritted his teeth, up and down his rod he squeezed and
  pulled, thumbing his tip he worked at relieving himself of the hard on.
  Snape couldn't help himself and ran his hands down the sun kissed skin slick
  with sweat and began teasing his nipples. Sirius gave a sharp gasp leaning
  into his touch. Severus began kissing his neck, shoulder, then down to
  capture a nipple in his mouth, letting the fingers dance down his belly to
  pet his thigh. He was moaning in a moment and thrusting wildly. He let his
  hand entangle in Sirius's and felt the hot wetness of climax in his hand. He
  let Sirius fall into his pillows.
  He watched Severus gaze at his spread out body, with a smile. "Come here." He
  came to lean over him and was pulled to straddle his chest. Sirius ran sticky
  hands up the inside of his thighs and into his pubic area. With light
  caresses he brought his sex to full attention. He began to rock against the
  gentle tugs and teasing rubbing. "More?"
  He nodded. "Anything..."
  They rolled over, putting him on the bottom and his genitals crushed against
  Sirius's abdomen. Groaning, he rocked against the unyielding wall of mussels.
  Sirius slid down his body, pushing between his legs while sending delicious
  waves of pleasure coursing through him from grinding against his entire
  length of his body.
  Then Snape was sure he'd die. Black had taken him full in to his mouth.
  Gasping he arched up into the pleasing hot tight area. Sirius weighted him
  down with his arms, leaving him squirming helplessly as he went up and down,
  sucking, nipping, and scraping teeth. He'd never imagined oral sex would feel
  so good. Masturbating in the bath didn't come close to comparing. His toes
  curled up and he clutched at the sheets as pleasure threatened to render him
  unconscious.
  Legs trembling, head thrown back as he gasped for air, he reached the brink
  and spilled into Sirius's mouth. He finally went slack. Black moved back up
  him to kiss with saltiness on his tongue.
  He brushed Sirius's hair back from his face and gazed up at him. "My turn?"
  "You want to?" He sounded a little surprised.
  "Well, yea. If you want."
  "Hell yes." He grinned down at Snape, kissing him again. Then he lay down and
  let him explore Sirius's body with his occasional word of direction or
  advice. Tasting him for the first time had been strange but exciting. Then he
  had left quickly, dressing as he cleaned up the sheets with a few well-spoken
  charms.
  Severus marveled at the fact that he would have to go to the very other side
  of the school after so much energy had been spent. He rinsed off and changed.
  His bed still smelled like Black, musk and sweat, but only slightly and
  pleasantly. He slept heavily after that.
  He woke up stiff and sore. He had never exerted himself so fully. He slowly
  followed Malfoy onto the Quidditch pitch. He claimed Severus's lack of energy
  was from too much rest. He wasn't about to put him strait he decided as he
  ate a bagel.
  First off, he wasn't sure how Sirius got in and he sure wasn't sharing what
  he did once he was there. They played a few games of Quidditch with some
  other boys and girls. The last one was horrible. The fantastic four showed up
  and began throwing curses at him. Leg locked, Wibble Wobbled, Reversed, and
  upside down he found himself with in the first two minutes. He gave up trying
  to undo them and began cursing them back.
  Black was being an ass, so he used a particularly nasty little charm he'd
  picked up from Weasley. She probably didn't know he had read it off her notes
  when he had gotten behind in Flitwick's class one day, but judging from the
  look on Sirius's face, the penis shrinking charm worked nicely. He snickered
  as the boy went dashing off.
  After that he was able to rejoin the game. Half the time he wanted to rip
  Black's clothes off, the other times his head would be sufficient. Today was
  a head ripping off day. He settled for smashing the hell out of some innocent
  Bludgers but knew one day he'd probably be taking the bat to Sirius's ass.
  It was amazing how busy he could find himself. Classes, study groups, extra
  credit, Quidditch, and trying to remember to eat and shower regularly had him
  thinking less and less about sex. Having spent his previous year avoiding the
  Potty gang there was a new level of difficulty in finding the one boy alone.
  He hadn't seen him except for in a few classes in two weeks and he wished he
  could get a hold of him. His hormones were shoving themselves into his work
  and it was annoying.
  He left Herbology thirty minutes early because he had to pee so bad his back
  teeth were floating. Dashing into the boy's bathroom he went into the first
  stall and emptied his bladder. He came out and washed his hands, then started
  to exit. "Severus." Sirius was reaching for the door as he jerked it open.
  "Been a while."
  "Did some kind of radar lead you here or do you have another reason for this
  visit to the toilet?" Snape backed himself up to let him in. He was not
  planning to let him leave in one piece.
  "Take a piss." He shrugged and stepped past, going into the farthest stall.
  Severus waited quietly until he reappeared and started washing his hands.
  "You still here?"
  "I was waiting on you. I want you now." He said bluntly, closing the distance
  between them. He grabbed him by the front of his trouser waistband and jerked
  him back into the stall. He cast an alert spell, a hidden spell, and a
  containment spell to keep their noise to themselves and let them know if
  someone was coming.
  There was a small smile on his face that looked extremely smug. "Like
  before?"
  He pouted, shaking his head. "No. I want it for real. In me...Do me." He
  whispered in his ear.
  "You better be serious."
  "That's your name silly. I promise I mean it." He began unbuckling his own
  pants. "Please?"
  "Desperate to be fucked are we?" Sirius kissed him teasingly as he helped
  Snape get his pants around his knees. "I think we can fix that." Then he
  turned him to face the side-wall pushed him so his hands were flat against
  it. He kicked his feet apart, spreading him and then ran his fingers down his
  buttocks. Then he ran the digits between them.
  Snape made no move to shy away, so he undid his own pants and let them drop.
  "Lubricious." He cast a lubricating spell on his very attentive man hood.
  Then he tucked the wand away in his robes. He reached around Severus's slight
  waist and palmed his dick.
  He positioned himself as he administered pleasure to Severus's loins. He
  pushed against the small opening. He started to tighten in response. "Relax."
  He kissed his neck, feeling him force mussels to loosen. Gentle steady
  pressure slowly got his tip in, then he pushed a little harder, easily
  completing the sheathing once initial penetration was over. His head reeled
  in pleasure.
  Severus was gulping air. "You alright?" He struggled to stay still and give
  him time to adjust.
  "Do something, don't stop...move..." Snape hissed sharply. "It's so good..."
  It was the first time someone had initially liked anal sex. It usually took a
  few minutes before it became pleasurable. But the little demand had him
  moving slowly. Slap, slap, slap... skin smacked against skin in a slow
  rhythm. It increased even as he drove into him deeper, harder, faster.
  Severus cried out with every thrust, gripping the cold stone wall with sweaty
  hands. Gasping in between the cries he could hear Sirius panting. He rammed
  himself into Sirius's clutching hands before pulling back to bury him deep
  inside his small body.
  His size felt incredible to Severus who couldn't imagine it feeling this good
  with any more endowed person. He whimpered, feeling raw pleasure ripping him
  apart into a thousand pieces. "Come, please...come...I can't...anymore."
  The sweet little cries and pleading drove Sirius over the edge and he erupted
  inside Severus who's cum was shooting into his hands as he finished them both
  off. After calming, he wiped his hands and crotch off on some tissue then
  left Severus to clean up on his own, sensing the awkward feelings he had
  about it.
  The sperm inside him felt unpleasant and he hurried to get it out. He was
  glad Sirius split. He went back to his room and cleaned up thoroughly. Then
  he went to lunch. Wood met him in the entrance hall. She looked slightly
  annoyed "Next time take your books when you decide to go screw around instead
  of staying in class."
  He went red. Beet red. "I...I uh, I didn't mean to forget them..." He fumbled
  as he took them from her.
  Her eyes went wide in realization he had literally been screwing around
  instead of figuratively. "I didn't mean it like that...well, I wont tell any
  body..." She was red also.
  "Thanks..." He parted to the Slytherin table. He couldn't believe it.
  "Stupid."
  "Pardon?" Lucious looked up.
  "Oh, nothing." He slid into his seat and grabbed a sandwich. He was hungry.
  Running around having sex sure could make you work up an appetite. He felt
  exhausted. "How was Divination?"
  "You are dating someone, aren't you?" He looked Severus in the eyes, blue to
  black.
  "That bad?"
  "No, it has to do with class." He propped his sharp chin on his hand and
  stared at him.
  "I'm seeing someone. Dating isn't a term I'd use in reference though."
  Lucious bit his lip, weighing his words. He spoke finally and he didn't sound
  like he was teasing. "Then I guess it was a good class for me, but bad for
  you. Watch out. You're playing with fire." He looked down at his plate.
  "That's why I'm wearing Dragon's hide gloves." Severus shrugged, trying not
  to glower over at Black. What the hell could make Lucious come up with such a
  warning? "Is that all you can tell me?" He took a bite of food and chewed
  waiting.
  "All I know is you've got some body whose going to cause a lot of problems."
  "Could have told you that my self. It's a stupid affair, but I can't help it.
  Call it a phase."
  "I'd be a phase for you any time you know." Malfoy smiled at him, trying to
  persuade him.
  Snape popped a grape in his mouth, looking hard at the blond boy. "Maybe
  later."
  "Well, maybe isn't no, so I guess I'll be satiated for now." He took a drink
  of pumpkin juice.
  "Go ahead, I don't think it would do any good to complain about it anyway."
  Snape ate a crisp, looking thoughtful. "You aren't going to play in on the
  trouble are you? Jealousy is so unbecoming."
  "No. I think I'm a bit young to be challenging some fifth year lover. Don't
  you?"
  He went stiff. "Who says it's a fifth year?"
  "Just figured."
  "Don't figure." He narrowed his eyes at Malfoy trying to get the point
  across.
  "You're boinking a teacher?!" He gasped at him. This made Snape turn red in
  anger more then embarrassment that Lucious was such a wildly conclusive git.
  "Oh God. But who? Vigilante or Randol? I can't see Dumbledore or
  Flitwick...Come on...Who?"
  "Keep it down." He hissed. Just what he needed; an inquest into which he was
  screwing.
  "But this is rich, you little seductive ass."
  "Ever think it might be bad for your health to know dunderhead?" He
  threatened wishing he could smack him.
  "Oh fine, keep your little secret." He popped a nut in his mouth. "I'll find
  out."
  "I have a potions exam to get to, so if you'll excuse me..." He stood before
  he could work himself into a total panic over Malfoy's hardheaded behavior.
  He walked hurriedly to the potions classroom. "Enter." Keys didn't look up
  from her desk, she simply waved him in. "Is there something I can do for you
  Severus?"
  He looked at the bony old woman for a moment. She looked older then dirt.
  "Why did you become a potions teacher?"
  "I love it, both potions and teaching actually." She smiled, setting her
  quill back in it's ink bottle. "You love it too, don't you?"
  "Yes..."
  "And why?"
  "Well, it's tangible magic. It makes sense. No matter who mixes the
  ingredients, if they mix them right they make a potion. In transfiguration
  you can be bad simply because of body chemistry or accent. If you are patient
  you can make a potion."
  "Most don't appreciate the subtle are of potion making. I hope you make use
  of this fascination. Maybe even take my place?" She quirked an eyebrow.
  He gaped at her. "Teach? ME? I don't think so." He shook his head. "It's not
  something I would ever be good at."
  "Ah, but each teacher is different. Some command respect while others are
  loved. Some are strict while others lenient. None are right, none are wrong.
  Just like potions, no two brews are exactly the same." She winked at him.
  "Ah, but you're young. Rome wasn't built in a day and neither will your
  future be decided. And funny things futures are. You can turn from one future
  and start a new one at any time. Some times the old one hangs on to your
  robes, but small price for changing destiny."
  "You lost me."
  "Forgive a senile old woman. Take your seat, people should be arriving any
  time." She went back to writing.
  He settled down and waited. "Professor Keys...Is there a reason you want me
  to be a teacher?"
  "Is there now?" She took a drink of something from a bottle. "Perhaps you
  will find your answers some day."
  "Did you take Divination?" He frowned.
  "Why yes...I taught it for a while. Why?"
  "No reason..."
  "There is a saying that comes to mind. Foresight is fifty/fifty but hind
  sight is twenty/twenty."
  "I won't know if it's the thing to do until it's done?"
  "And everyone will say 'I told you so.' though they didn't." She nodded.
  "Well, as they all say, 'the future remains to be seen'." He ended the insane
  conversation with a catch phrase.
  Severus was preparing for bed when it struck him...Halloween was the next
  day. He groaned and flung himself onto the bed, burying his head under a
  pillow. He hated it. He was going to be the butt of every joke played. Fun,
  fun, fun...He couldn't wait.
***** Just An Innocent Child pt3 *****
~Just An Innocent Child~ pt3




  (Hans Matheson in Mists of Avalon looks like I kind of picture Sirius of
  coarse without the brades just in case anyone cares.)
  In The Past
  Chapter 3 Heart's Deception
  "Pst! Wake up!" A demanding whisper was hot in his ear. He jumped about a
  foot, then lay there, heart pounding in his ears. "Did I scare you?" The
  familiar voice cooed.
  He wasn't really thrilled with him, but he was awake so he had better make
  the best of it. "Seriously, did you have to do that?" Snape rubbed his eyes,
  then yawned.
  "How'd you know my middle name?" Black raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Come
  with me."
  A smile crept across Severus's face. "L-e-e?"
  "L-e-i-g-h." He shrugged. "Come on."
  "Sirius Leigh...Mum wasn't to good at spelling hum?" He chuckled softly as he
  was dragged to his feet and folded into the invisibility cloak. Not chancing
  a retort, he got a frown as they left the fifth year Slytherin boys sleeping.
  They left the warmth of the common room and went out into the halls.
  Shivering he wrapped his arms around his companion. "It's freezing." His bare
  feet were sapped of all warmth immediately.
  Sighing Black guided him into a dark shadow and pulled off the cloak. He had
  a thick blanket folded over one arm, which he shook open and handed to Snape
  who eagerly wrapped himself in it. Then they were shrouded in invisibility
  once more.
  Climbing endless steps wasn't putting Severus in any sort of mood but grumpy.
  "Where the hell are we going?"
  The grin was unmistakably naughty. "It's a surprise." And lucky for him the
  door at the top appeared because Snape almost began to argue with his form of
  surprising. "Ah, here we are."
  They were on an Astronomy tower. Sirius spread another blanket on the ground
  and forced Severus to give up part of his blanket to cover the other boy as
  he pulled him down to the pallet. Finally he covered them with the
  invisibility cloak in order to make sure they weren't discovered. "Well?" He
  asked as hot hands snaked around him to rest on his belly.
  Severus looked at him reproachfully. He dragged him all the way out here for
  sex? It was cold and outside.
  "The sky, do you like it?" He turned his gaze to the heavens. Severus
  followed suit.
  The stars twinkled brightly, perhaps a little more then normal. It was
  pretty, but hardly what would warrant freezing his ass off in the middle of
  the night. Then a shocking pink ripple shot across the planets. "What was
  that?"
  "Planets give off magic when they are in certain alignment. This is the
  beginning." He explained softly as a teal swirl shimmered in the sky, then a
  gold one followed. They lay intertwined, watching the sky give them glimpses
  of power beyond their understanding. He blinked heavily. The warmth of the
  blankets and Sirius coupled with the steady beat of his heart and rise and
  fall of his chest beneath Severus was lulling him to sleep...
  Severus crawled out of bed and got dressed, already pouting just to be awake.
  It had been such an nice dream too. Sucky, sycky evil Halloween... He picked
  his way down to breakfast, eyes narrow and darting. He managed to avoid
  Peeves' stupid water balloon attack and to the false security of the great
  hall. And so his day began with his robes being changed to purple, his
  breakfast blinking at him, and his homework flying away.
  Gilderoy snorted into his cream of wheat. "Severus, it is rather a stunning
  colour on you."
  "Up yours." He glared, trying to remember the counter curses, but he was sure
  he'd been fixed with a memory charm first of all to prevent him from acting
  to save himself.
  "A proposition?" He smirked. "Or a promise?"
  "You're sick." Snape tossed down his toast in disgust. "Did it have to be a
  Saturday?"
  "Are you going to go to Hogsmeade Severus?" Lucious asked stabbing a piece of
  toast that was skittering off of Snape's plate.
  "Are you mental? It's not like I'd bloody well survive it. Look at me, I'm
  already wearing purple for Merlin's sake." He was sounding as bitter as he
  felt.
  Malfoy leaned on his elbows looking smug. "You have a boy friend, so it
  doesn't matter about the purple, does it?"
  "Oh..." He frowned thinking it over. "I have it tough, so it does matter to
  me."
  "Then what should we do?" Lucious wiggled away from Snape's growling cereal.
  "Can we go before we get bitten?"
  He nodded and they stood together and walked to the dorm. He changed and then
  they went to the kitchen to grab some real food, then to the trophy room,
  after all it was some place people went when in detention.
  "Why are we here?" Lucious asked curiously.
  "I remember McGonagall being a name here."
  "Beside the McGonagall in your year oh and our teacher?" Lucious tapped him
  on the forehead."
  "No, this one." He pointed at the large glass case. "Duncan."
  "Ok so there is a Duncan McGonagall, and I care because?"
  "Maybe if you'd shut up for about thirty seconds I can think a little."
  Severus pursed his lips. "I over heard Keys talking to Dumbledore about
  Minerva's son having been killed. That's why she is so harsh this year. I
  mean she always hated me, but even Potter has had more then his share of
  brisk dealings with her stiffness."
  "Really? So how'd it happen you think?" Malfoy leaned against the wall.
  "I don't know, something about needing a cure...but if he was sick then why'd
  he get killed?"
  "I asked first, didn't you ever learn you can't answer a question with
  another question?"
  "Yah, well, I don't have any answers right now. Give me some time." Snape
  glowered. "I'm going to the library."
  "Fine." Lucious shrugged. "I'm going to go have a Quick Quidditch with the
  first and second years. Later." His interest was exhausted and as always he
  left as he pleased.
  "Oh, by the way, happy thirteenth birthday Lou." Severus called after him.
  Sirius hooked a finger in Severus's pocket and pulled him up short. "Meet me
  after dinner." Then he kept walking.
  Severus was in no mood for secrets or sex, mostly thanks to his receint
  studying fixation and went quickly off to bed half way through the meal. He
  already had been brutally assaulted by a wild bat cookie he was sure James
  had bewitched and let loose. The cut on the bridge of his nose proved that
  cookies could be dangerous. (Sorry Iseebi-chan, but it was too cute to pass
  up.)
  Sirius came to him, pulling him from the safety of his bed. He hadn't gotten
  in it, but draped across it fully dressed. "Come with me." He murmured in
  Snape's ear.
  "Why?" He cocked his head to the side as Black nibbled on his ear. "Isn't
  this good enough for that?"
  "I want you to come out and see the sky fire."
  "The what?" He had his interest. He received that easy smile and was pulled
  into the invisibility cloak. He felt the tingle of excitement. It hadn't been
  a dream. It had been a sweet date.
  The northern lights of Alaska had nothing on the magical patterns cast by the
  conjunction of stars in the dark sky. Not something a Muggle would be able to
  see, which proved their being weaker. In fact, it was almost worth crying
  over, someone not being able to see the purity of the rainbows wiggling,
  rolling, swirling, and whipping about above them back light by the heavens.
  His mortal existence was forgotten as he lost himself in the sensual chaos of
  the night sky. Only seventh years were speculating which was probably because
  of the heady effect of the eye candy.
  Finally he remembered his meager existence and lowered his gaze to Black, who
  was far from resisting the effects. He kissed the taller boy teasingly. He
  leaned into the touch, as he let his eyes wander.
  Severus forgot for a moment Sirius crawling in his knickers as he spotted the
  new nurse Madam Pomfrey leading a very sickly looking Remus towards the
  Whomping Willow. She knelt and picked up a stick, poking at the roots. The
  tree stilled and Lupin went beneath the shadowy covering of leaves.
  "What's the matter? You aren't still on about that stupid bat cookie are
  you?" Sirius sighed. "Look, James didn't mean it."
  "Pomfrey just poked that damn tree with a stick and it stopped moving?" He
  said it more to show he wasn't brain dead then anything else.
  Sirius faltered in his cool calculated smile. "Yes...that's how you get down
  there. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. It's just our
  business." The tone was seductive.
  "Where to?"
  "Geroff it. You don't need to know. Leave my friends alone and I'll leave
  yours be. Got it?" He shoved Snape into the wall. His knuckled grated against
  the stone. "Love, run along to the Slythie common room before curfew
  enforcers start to prowl."
  A sharp slap on his ass and a little shove sent him stumbling towards the
  front steps. He stuck the bleeding joints in his mouth absently as he
  pondered how to discover the secrets. He used a chameleon spell and slipped
  into the shadows. He waited until Black had turned away from the entryway and
  took out a cigarette. He lit it off and took a drag while he waited for
  something. Soon the front door opened and closed. Potter and Petegrew
  appeared before Black.
  "I told you not to smoke those things, they'll kill you. Listen, I have to
  talk to you about something..." Severus lost James's next words for he was
  edging towards the tree...His goal.
  He dropped to his belly and jabbed blindly at the roots as the tree danced
  over his head. It paused and he was scuttling foreword. He slid into the hole
  and began working his way forward. He cast night sight on himself and could
  make out the tunnel as he went deeper.
  It seemed that at any moment he would fall the last inch to hell then he
  began to rise a bit. A bit of light...Finally. He chewed on his lip as he
  peered up through the hole. A shambled nightmare...The Shrieking Shack? He
  felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. His heart pounded. Why the hell
  was Lupin in there?
  It was dead quiet...He couldn't hear anything but blood rushing in his ears,
  then he saw it, glowing eyes, bristled fur, fangs bared. Something grabbed
  him and he screamed right as it pounced. There was a bang and he hit the
  ground. Someone was laying on top of him. "Did he get you?" Potter? He was
  confused.
  His heart was pounding, the...the thing was banging on that trap door.
  Severus lust laid there limply. James seized him by the shoulders and shook
  him. "Did he bit you? Are you hurt?"
  "I...I'm bleeding...but I don't think I I..."
  "Get out of here. Go now." Potter jerked him up and practically threw him
  down the hill. "Leave."
  He did, stifling tears. Werewolf? And Sirius? He'd known he'd go. Teased him
  into it...Tried to kill him. Blood was dripping from his chin, leaking from
  his badly chewed lip. His knuckled were scraped and then there was the gash
  in his side, pulling with every movement. He reached the exit quicker then he
  would have thought possible and clawed at the trunk base until the tree
  stopped. Sirius stood near by smoking as before and Petegrew was sitting
  looking at his lap quietly.
  "You lousy fuck!" He lost all fear, pain, and worry. He was just angry.
  "You're a monster!" Wand forgotten, he went primal, snapping the fragile
  thread that kept the nerdy quiet boy from becoming a monster. He swung, but
  Black blocked him and connected his fist to Snape's chest, sending him to the
  ground. He laid there gasping for air, seething with hate.
  "Stupid child, go crying back to mum."
  "You...tried to kill me..." He struggled back to his knees. Anger over rode
  the pain.
  "Can't take a joke little bit? That's all -any- of it was." He laughed
  heartlessly. "Daft bastard, sod off."
  He got up, shaking with rage and ran into him, kneeing him in the groin. He
  then kicked him once more for good measure before stomping in the castle and
  strait to Dumbledore ignoring the squeaky Petegrew going to his friend's aid.
  "Then you bloody aren't gonna do anything?" Severus leapt up from the sofa
  for about the hundredth time.
  "Sit!" Dumbledore looked down at him over his half moon glasses. He did, but
  was white knuckling the chair. "I believe you above all others should
  understand that sometimes things happen that are beyond one's control. Remus
  is a nice boy who didn't deserve to be attacked as a child, I hardly think he
  deserves any more punishment then the curse has given him. His memory will
  serve him enough pain."
  "But BLACK!"
  "And I'll remind you that you yourself shouldn't have been out so late.
  Curfew is only there to protect you. I will have a word with Mister Sirius
  Black and he will be dealt with, but you must not speak of what happened.
  Forgive me but I believe this is for the best." Dumbledore produced his wand
  and with a wave silenced Severus on the issue of Lupin. "Now I think it best
  if you go to bed."
  He was still fuming as he left. How could they let it go? How could he have
  been attracted to that disgusting creature? He touched him...He felt dirty,
  used, sick. Stumbling into his dormitory he made his way into the bathroom
  choking on emotions that seemed far to large for his body.
  Fighting a loosing battle for self-control Severus vomited until he fell to
  his knees weakly. Then he sat coughing, wishing for death. "Sev?" A very
  frightened Malfoy whispered, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Do you need the
  nurse?"
  "N-o." He whimpered, struggling to calm himself, but he couldn't. Tears ran
  down his cheeks. He forced the hand off with a shrug and got up. Snape turned
  on a shower and stood in its flow to erase the signs of crying. But the
  silent sobs that racked his body gave him away.
  Lucious hugged him from behind, leaning into his back, warmth against the
  coldness he felt inside and the icy water raining down on them. That night
  was spent in Malfoy's bed, uncomfortable with being alone in his own.
  Severus tried to get his mind off of things. Nothing seemed to
  work...Nothing. He didn't let on about his parting ways with Black to Lucious
  and he was still rather oblivious thinking he had been sick from food
  poisoning or something. It wasn't until the next evening when they found
  themselves back in the trophy room did Malfoy get a taste. "What are we doing
  back here?"
  "We can keep ourselves entertained." Severus advanced like a wolf.
  "You don't mind cheating on this guy of yours?"
  "Don't mention him. That's very over" Severus pulled Lucious into a shadowy
  corner. "You're a better kisser..."
  To prove his point he laced his arms around the younger boy and pressed his
  lips over his gently. It was like dangling a minnow in front of a shark.
  Lucious was all to happy to comply, pushing himself into Severus and running
  his tongue down his partner's letting them twist and slide together, rubbing,
  pulling, pushing.
  The degree went up as the two began tracing kisses in between heated breaths
  along each other's throats and jaw lines. "Stop, you aren't going to let this
  go any farther, so let's stop before I get completely hard." Lucious pushed
  him away, chest heaving.
  Severus glanced down and grinned coolly. "It's a little late now, don't you
  think?" He pushed him back into the wall and kissed him again. He could make
  him wet himself without much effort. How bad he had it. But he could give him
  a little reward. Snape moved in until the bulge in Malfoy's pants was pressed
  to his thighs. "Would you like for me to take care of this?" He glanced back
  down.
  "You know I want it." Lucious was fighting the urge to hump him madly.
  "Here or in the dorm?" He slid a hand down his back to cup his buttock. "No
  body's there..."
  "Dorm." Malfoy grabbed his hand and pulled him towards their common room. No
  one in Severus's room was there. He shoved his more then willing victim down
  on his bed and drew the curtains, then went back to kissing the slightly
  desperate boy as he hitched up his shirt. He curiously fingered the hard
  nubs, feeling the body beneath him jerk in response. He left him to gasp for
  air and moved down to lick, suck, and nibble at his nipples.
  "Sev...er...us..." He grabbed his crotch panting desperately. "Hurry!"
  "You are doing fine." Stopping to watch Lucious clutch his throbbing cock he
  grinned. Then he went back to licking, down to his navel, around it, then in
  as he fought with the clasp to the trousers inches below.
  Malfoy struggled to get them down and he tugged at the pants, not caring of
  his trousers were down. His erection stood up proud as it was released from
  the fabric confines. Grasping the shaft in one hand Severus traced the head
  with his tongue, across the top he darted it, tasting the salty pre-cum
  already welling up.
  "Ah!" That was met with a cry of pleasure. He kissed the tip, teased with his
  teeth, then began taking the length into his mouth, slowly, up and down,
  further each time. Sucking, licking, scraping, he took Malfoy into euphoria.
  His hand pumped hard on the organ as he ejaculated into Snape's mouth.
  Everything about it was different from the taste of his skin to the way he
  relaxed at the end of orgasm.
  Severus kissed Lucious deeply until it was broken with a groan. "Thanks for
  the entertainment. I'm going to the library."
 "Any time?" Malfoy lay there trying to get up the energy to dress himself
  properly.
  Snape didn't hear, he was busy chiding himself. Using Malfoy, still not being
  distracted, stupid, stupid, STUPID. He mentally badgered himself as he
  reached the library and dropped into a chair next to a magazine rack.
  "Ghastly Gossip!" He snatched up a summer issue and read it. After a few
  minutes his eyes widened in realization. He had found it!
  His mouth went dry as he reread the words. Duncan McGonagall had been a
  werewolf also. This was an interesting coincidence. Not that he could tell.
  He was sure all roots to unveiling Lupin's secret had been blocked from his
  tongue and hand.
  "Mister Snape, the library is closing, you need to get back to your common
  room before curfew." The librarian reminded him. He closed the book and put
  it up before going back to his room.
  Lucious was sprawled in the middle of his bed, sleeping oblivious to the
  wondering looks from the fifth years. He had apparently put his pants on
  properly, but tossed off his robes and shirt. He cleared his throat. Everyone
  jumped but Malfoy. Plopping down on the side of the bed he jabbed him in the
  ribs. "Hey, budge up."
  He did move over enough that he had room to curl up beside him. He put on his
  nightdress and put his hair in a pony tail and pulled the curtains like he
  did every night before getting in bed.
  "Do you ever smile?" Voldimort's voice rang in his ears. It had been a rather
  curious question to him at the time.
  "Not really...No reason to." That had been his reply a few short months ago.
  Now...
  Well, things had changed since his meeting of Voldimort and his very short
  fling with Black. Joke or not, it had loosened up a few of his restricted
  emotions that were good. He at least smiled for Lucious and Michaela though
  it was usually in private. He had lost control of himself in a way he had
  never thought he could and he didn't want to repeat the experience of hate
  and sorrow.
  Love was a nice change of pace. Lou and Kalie were what he called the only
  friends he had on special occasions when he felt an extra bit of affection
  was warranted. They had grown closer though school was his main companion. It
  was good to know he had people to rely on.
  People were finally passing with in five feet of him in the halls with only
  minimal nervous glancing. It did amuse him to see burly seventh years
  continue to give him a respective wake.
  Best of all it was nearly Christmas. He was looking foreword to spending time
  with Voldimort. He hadn't done anything with Lucious again and he was back in
  the swing of things. Saturday night had been extremely cold and they were all
  huddled beneath mounds of blankets and the fires were blazing. He had felt
  peaceful enough on the way to sleep but then the evening went sour...
  {Severus stood on a paved road in the shadow of a Muggle building. Sirius
  Black was standing in front of Peter Petegrew. Petegrew looked frightened and
  Black looked murderous. "Lilly and James are dead." His voice was icy.
  Muggles walked about going about their daily business, as the sun seemed to
  dim above them. "Now it's your turn." Then someone bumped into him and his
  vision wandered from them. An explosion so forceful it threw him to the
  ground took him by surprise. He staggered to his feet as smoke cleared.}
  {People dead and dying littered the street. Black was standing there laughing
  like a lunatic as Ministry Officials closed in on him even as others began
  doing Muggle mind manipulations. Wind stirred his long hair about as he tried
  to look over the shoulders of Muggle men hurrying about. They were shouting
  and women were crying. "This one's alive!" Someone yelled above the rest.}
  {"Can you believe the gas explosion?" A Muggle man asked him. He just stared
  at the stupid sheep. Inferior.}
  {Then it began to sink in. Black had murdered one of his best friends. Then
  he had simply laughed. Coldness soaked through his robes, raising the hair on
  his arms and neck. The cold malicious laughter rang through his brain,
  tormenting him, plaguing his senses with the scent of burning flesh, the
  taste of fear, and the carnage.}
  He jolted awake trembling. He was curled up on the cold stone floor. His thin
  gown was providing little insulation from the winter chill. He sat up, and
  faltered. The more white then normal face of his lab partner was inches from
  his. "Sev...Are you alright?" He looked around in confusion.
  "Where..." His voice was choked and strained. His teeth chattered cutting off
  his question.
  She took off her robes and wrapped them around him smiling weakly. "In the
  dungeon hall...You must have been sleep walking." Michaela pulled him to his
  feet. "Are you alright?"
  "I...I..." He wanted it to be a stupid dream, but everything had seemed so
  real. He had never been around Muggles except at the Kings Cross Station, but
  the dream was very detailed. And everyone had been older. He had been tall.
  "Why are you here?" He was still incredibly scared. What had that been?!
  "Just felt like I had to come here." She said softly. Then she hugged him
  tightly. He had been doing a good job at holding back tears until then. She
  was always a sensitive and it could brake down his barriers faster then
  anything else.
  He tried very hard to not let that part of him loose. It was probably why he
  was so afraid. It had happened when he was little a few times. He could
  remember learning of the things happening though he was never actually there
  when they did. "I think I was having a glimpse into the future. It was bad."
  Her voice was soothing. "How so?" She was slowly guiding him back to his
  common room.
  "I think Black is going to kill his friends...It was very real." He shuddered
  again in remembrance of the screaming, and his laughter rising above it.
  "Remus?"
  "Actually Lupin wasn't mentioned but he said Potter and his girlfriend Lilly
  were dead and Petegrew is who he killed in my dream. God it was awful."
  "Maybe we should tell Dumbledore."
  "I don't think it will help. It's far in the future. I don't think they were
  students anymore. They looked probably twenty or so." He reached the common
  room entrance.
  She rounded on him and seized his shoulders. "Promise to tell me if you have
  another one of these dreams."
  He swallowed, thinking about it. Then he nodded. "I...I promise...Kalie?"
  "Yes?" She looked much older then sixteen at that moment.
  "Nothing. Never mind. Good night." He smiled. It wasn't right to say he loved
  her. No. She had someone.
  "Rest well." She kissed him gently on the forehead before taking her robes
  off of him and drawing them about her own shoulders and steeling off down the
  hall.
  Maybe he didn't love her in a romance kind of way but in a sibling or mother
  and child way. She made him feel warm and safe, but nothing else. Oh yes,
  there was jealous. He had that feeling a lot when she was with Wood or her
  friends. "Dishonor is death." He spoke the password gloomily and went back up
  to bed. Hopefully he would stay put this time.
  No more strange midnight sleep walking, no more doom from ex-boyfriends.
  Severus's nerves were all tingly as he sat next to Lucious on the train as it
  sped them away for the winter holidays. He yawned. The Pre-Christmas Exams
  had worn him out but he was to excited to sleep the previous night.
  Watching the glistening white trees speed by and the Chug-a-chug of the train
  beneath him was lulling him to sleep. He was warm from the hot chocolate and
  frogs they had gotten off the cart when the lady passed recently. Maybe he
  would take a nap.
  He stretched out on his side, resting his head in Lucious's lap. He was
  reading up on something. Stray fingers stroked his hair absently as the blond
  murmured softly. His body felt fuzzy and then he was asleep.
  Snape opened his eyes sluggishly. A few chairs sat by a crackling fire. A
  freestanding mirror and wardrobe were beyond that. In the mirror's reflection
  he could see the bed he was laying in and behind him a tall dark figure. His
  heart leapt into his throat as he sat up, turning in the direction of the
  man.
  "Milord?" He whispered the word shakily, discovering that not only was he
  miraculously in the guest bedroom at the Malfoy estate, but he was nude
  beneath the feather comforter. It had fallen in his lap displaying his upper
  body fully, not that he completely minded.
  "Severus, I didn't mean to wake you. Do you realize eating is included as
  part of your tuition to that school?" Voldimort asked closing a hand around
  his upper arm so his fingers and thumb touched. There was still a bit of room
  in his hand. The demonstration of his skinny frame had him blushing.
  "I eat. I do. I always eat lunch and I'm sure this year I ate at least half
  of the time."
  "And how much have you grown?" The green eyes twinkled. "You have to eat more
  the taller you get." He sighed spreading his hands in defeat. "Don't worry,
  I'm sure in the next few weeks you will be more then capable of getting on
  track."
  "I am going to be with my parents next week." Severus told him quietly.
  "Well, I guess we will just have to make the most of you while you're here."
  He cupped the boy's chin in one hand gently. "I'll send a house elf up with a
  tray. I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams." He bent and brushed his
  forehead with a light kiss before leaving.
  The figure turned and swept out the door before closing it and leaving him
  alone. Wow that had been an interesting thing to wake up to. Musing over the
  whole transaction that had just taken place he got out of bed and went into
  the bathroom. He relieved his aching bladder and washed up before going back
  and flinging himself in the fluffy canopy bed once more.
  A tray of food was already sitting on his bedside table, steaming merrily. He
  rolled onto his stomach that was proclaiming itself empty and began to eat.
  It had been very true that he had grown. He had put on two inches in four
  months. Before Christmas brake he had gone to Hogsmeade and gotten his pants
  and robes let down. At the moment they were a little too long but judging
  from his frequent nosebleeds, leg cramps, and dizzy spells of late his growth
  spurt wasn't over yet.
  His week with the Malfoy household went by in a flash. He read books late
  into the evening curled in Voldimort's lap. He ate more often then he though
  was humanly possible. He played with Lou outside in the snow until his body
  was numb and Mrs. Malfoy would drag them in and stick the two of them in a
  warm bath to thaw. They had been banned from out doors and Lucious was still
  in the tub when Snape slipped away.
  Severus went into the library and climbed up the steps. He was dressed in
  blue jeans and a blue plaid long sleeved shirt Lucious had made him borrow
  after seeing that he owned nothing but black and gray winter clothes.
  "Good evening." Voldimort's voice greeted him as he opened the little nook
  they both loved so much. "Come read with me?" A hand was held out to him and
  he eagerly accepted it. The man pulled him into his lap, resting his chin on
  his narrow shoulder.
  The book rested in Severus's lap, the wizard's left arm wrapping around the
  student's waist, fingers tangling in the child's.
  Severus was used to spending his evenings like that, in his arms, but it
  didn't make it any less alarming or exciting. He was an adult. He was almost
  fourteen and he knew that he wouldn't be considered anywhere near an adult
  until after he graduated. There were rules against such relationships but he
  personally thought rules were made to be broken.
  "So what do you think?" The deeply seductive voice rolled through his thin
  body like thunder.
  "Hum?" He blinked at the words, they swam into focus. "Oh, the um...theorem
  is very interesting, but their ideas of testing it are rather old."
  "This book is over a hundred years old." His words were countered with a
  snort.
  "But these techniques have been used for thousands of years. Ancient
  Egyptians formulated them. The Archents had been around for a few hundred
  years and that formula was a bit more practical, cheaper, and easier to
  read." He squirmed around to look into those two green embers. "I'm not so
  uneducated as that."
  He laughed. "No, but they were." Then he leaned in close and whispered in his
  ear. "But that wasn't what I was talking about." Snape looked surprised. "I
  said I wanted you to officially join me this summer when Lucious does."
  "Oh. I'm sorry. I was thinking." He blushed. "I will." He nodded, shifting
  with sudden nervousness, he felt hardness under him. He realized his very
  wishes were taking form. Voldimort had an erection. He grew redder, feeling
  his own crotch tighten. He could feel his heart beat in his fingertips as his
  whole body went super sensitive.
  "Does it startle you?" He untangled his fingers from Severus's sweaty grasp
  and rubbed his palm over his belly into his crotch. Severus bit his lip as
  his arousal shot pleasure through his body. "Do you like it?" The sensuous
  whisper made him harder.
  He moved to straddle one thigh, gently rubbing his knee into the bulge in
  Voldimort's pants as he ran a hand up his arm and around his neck, before
  kissing him with all of the heat he had been saving since the day he met him.
  "Earth to SEVERUS!" Lucious called loudly.
  His eyes snapped open. He was still in the bath. "Nooo. DAMN! Oh
  bloody...gerr!"
  "You were really out of it. Day dreaming?"
  "I guess I was asleep." He frowned. And it was such a NICE dream too. As if
  he, or all people, would do something like that, stupid.
  "Must have been good, you were moaning. I thought something was wrong."
  Lucious attempted an apology.
  "Just your timing..." He was so turned on the water against his nipples was
  sending electric jolts through him. He had to do it. Malfoy's strong body
  intertwined with his... "Lou..."
  "Yah?" He looked up curiously.
  "Will you do me right now?" It came out a little more forcefully then he
  meant it, but that really didn't seem to be a problem judging from the
  enthusiastic nod.
  Lucious shifted foreword on his knees and kissed Severus, gliding a hand down
  him. He arched against the touch gasping into his mouth helplessly. "I have
  the feeling I'm not getting anything out of this." He licked his throat as he
  continued petting his body.
  "We can have se..." He moaned rubbing his hands up Malfoy's muscular arms.
  "Sex too..." Gritting his teeth Severus pushed himself against very capable
  hands. "Promise!"
  This made the blond grin. He finally grasped his member and pumped his hand
  up and down the length, making the boy in his grasp jerk erratically. The
  quick strokes had him climaxing a minute later. He sat back gasping for
  breath. Lucious sat back on his heals and waited for him and didn't seem
  overly hurried.
  "Ok, out." Severus pushed himself up on the rim of the tub and climbed out to
  drip on the tile floor.
  "But..."
  He picked up a large towel and left the bathroom. "It goes too fast in water.
  I want you to last for a little while."
  "Where are you going?" He followed frowning.
  "Bed. Far more comfortable then any position you can find in a bathroom." He
  checked and made sure the bedroom door was locked before spreading the towels
  on the bed and climbing on it. The room was warm so his being wet didn't
  bother him.
  Lucious followed him, looking slightly nervous. "I know you've done this
  before, but..." He paused catching the bedpost as he came around the bed.
  "I know. If you need help, I'll guide you." Severus caught him by the wrist
  and pulled him down on top of him. His penis was mashed against his hip as
  the two tumbled over on the bed. He captured the youngest Malfoy's mouth and
  kissed him deeply as he felt hands, hot and wandering tease his nipple.
  Lucious pulled away from the kiss and suckled a nipple as his hands touched
  and teased him loins. He snaked his tongue down his damp skin, delving into
  his navel and then further down. He traced the edge of his pubic hair, making
  him wiggle, then pulled away.
  "Would you stop that?" Snape was already panting, fully aware of every touch
  he received.
  He shrugged. "Get on your hands and knees."
  Severus wasn't wild about the idea of doggie style but complied. He hadn't
  tried it yet. Malfoy acted like he was going to mount him, but then dropped
  lower, kissing his inner thigh, sucking and nibbling as he traveled farther
  up, spreading the older boy's legs a bit.
  His fingers dug into the blankets as he experienced rimming. The hot wet
  tongue circling over the sensitive flesh of his anus forced a small cry of
  pleasure from him. "Please...Take me." He couldn't take what he was doing to
  him.
  The whimpering plea was more then he could take. He picked up his wand and
  pointed it at his shaft. "Lubricious."
  Severus whined softly as he was finally penetrated. He rolled back against
  the experimental initial thrusts, feeling hands finally close around his rod.
  His hips rocked in to meet the eager shoves of his partner, slamming their
  bodies together loudly in a more raw pleasure then either had experienced
  before. And then it was over in a head reeling, planet realigning orgasm that
  left them both laying in a worthless tangle.
  He realized that he didn't feel embarrassed about it like when he had been
  with Black. Nothing felt wrong. Lying on their sides Lucious hugging him
  loosely, he knew security. "Happy Christmas." He giggled suddenly.
  "Was that my present?" He chuckled weakly.
  "No..." He giggled again.
  "Oh, well why'd you say it then?"
  "Just seemed like the only thing to say."
  "You're odd. Happy Christmas to you also then." They lay giggling, knowing
  they needed to get up and wash off. Knowing that Severus was leaving in the
  morning. Knowing that neither of them cared at the moment.
***** Just An Innocent Child pt4 *****
~Just An Innocent Child~ pt4




  {Notes important to the story: 1) Sirius Leigh and seriously are homophones
  sounding the same and have different meanings. 2) "Cold as a witch's arse" is
  a common saying in the states for it's very cold and my favorite saying from
  that is "It's witch butt competition".}
  In The Past
  Chapter 4 The French Quarter
  "Father, Mother?" Severus called as he entered the house. His servant Millie
  took his things.
  "The Sir and Mrs. are in the library." She informed him as she turned and
  hung his coat and scarf in the closet.
  He nodded and walked quietly past the marble staircase and down the mahogany-
  paneled hall to the gentleman's library. His mother rarely went in there.
  Curiously he reached the carved door and pushed into it's wall recess.
  "You are not sending my son to BAUXBATON!" His father way yelling, and though
  it wasn't out of control it might get that way. He tried hard not to react to
  her, but sometimes it was unavoidable.
  "Look at his grades. He can do more there. It's a private school that will
  work on his level." His mother had her black hair brushed up into a French
  twist. Her skin was white and flawless.
  "He already is two grades ahead. He has social difficulties because of it and
  now you want to send him to a prep school where everyone is self centered?"
  His father was tall, dark haired and light skinned, but he was square jawed,
  muscular, and his eyes were blue.
  He hated for them to argue. He didn't want this other school, but he had no
  choice in such matters. He waited for them to notice him, but when it became
  apparent that it wasn't going to happen he stepped forward. "I am home." He
  was dressed in all black robes, his hair was tied back in a black ribbon, and
  the flush from the winter cold gave his very white face a soft pink glow.
  "You look healthy." His father smiled at him, putting a hand on his shoulder
  and studying him.
  "Yes sir." He nodded solemnly.
  "My dear, it's been quite a while." His mother embraced him stiffly, kissing
  him. "Why so serious?"
  "How much did you hear?"
  "Of what Father? I just arrived and announced myself." He was a bit surprised
  by his mother's lucid behavior.
  "Dinner Sir." Another servant entered. Belle smiled. "Master Severus, how
  good it is to see you."
  He nodded to her, as he followed his parents out of the Library and into the
  dinning room. His father was ignoring the argument he was having with his
  mother for the time. They sat silently at the table, as soup was set before
  them.
  He picked up his spoon after his parents began and ate quietly. The
  occasional clink of porcelain against silver was the only noise. "Tell me
  son, is there any young lady we should know about?" His father looked up at
  him, waiting for the answer he expected.
  "No sir." Severus felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. He ought to let them
  have it, calling him home only to look parentally. "There will never be one."
  He said casually.
  "Dear, why would that be?" His mother asked, looking rather startled. He had
  to pity the shallowness of her personality.
  He had two options, one being an in dept Archent, which required celibacy.
  His second was the truth. "I like boys Mother. I am gay." He sat rigidly,
  waiting for his words to hit home.
  "You see what this school has done?!" His mother got rather loud. He winced
  as she hurt his ears.
  "It isn't the school. It's his choice." His father had gone rather red in the
  face.
  "Maybe the pressure is too much and a stay at Saint Mungo's..." She had a
  very determined face on.
  "I'm not ill." The young man sat down his spoon with a clatter. "Look at me,
  do I look sick?" He stood up and gestured at himself. "Just because I'd
  rather have a man as a lover doesn't mean I'm crazy."
  "And we don't have to worry about any young women winding up pregnant." His
  father said cheerily. "Belle, bring Mrs. Snape her medication." He watched as
  his wife hyperventilated, hardly showing any reaction.
  The little servant in black with a white apron bustled in with a vial of
  medicine. She helped his mother down it, then helped her to her room. She was
  moaning about having hired Severus a male baby sitter for him as a small boy.
  "Hum, well, you sure dropped that in an unpracticed manner." Blue eyes danced
  in amusement. "Lucious Malfoy is the boy, correct?"
  "Does it matter?" Severus asked suspiciously. His father could be about as
  strange as his mother could be crazy.
  "No, it just seemed he was after you from the beginning." He mused as their
  plates were cleared away, his eyes sparkling. "Have you played any Quidditch
  this year?"
  He muchly liked his father, it was his mother who was a fruit cake with out
  much cake and perhaps a bit too much brandy. "Just one game, but it was a
  great Quick Quidditch game. I played seeker and I caught the snitch against
  Potter {in the movie it has him as a seeker so maybe it was in Quick
  Quidditch?}. We lost anyway. With Black as a Beater and Lupin Keeper, nothing
  made it by."
  "You had fun though and that is what counts."
  "Mmm." He nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "You are
  right about Lucious, he's my boyfriend."
  "Forgive me, but I never could picture you with a girlfriend. Maybe it is
  because you look more like your mother then she does." Gerald waved forward
  Milan with their second course. They were silent once more as they ate.
  "Why do you stay with her?" Severus asked abruptly.
  "M? Saline was once a brilliant woman..." He sounded sad.
  "She hasn't been well since a vision when I was six, but you can still have
  hope she will one day recover?" Severus could not fathom it.
  "She is my soul mate, I could never love another. Perhaps you will understand
  it one day." Gerald shrugged. "Not everyone finds love that lasts and it
  isn't easy to forget once you've found it to be true."
  "She seemed to be ok until I showed up. It's my fault, isn't it? I did it to
  her, what ever is wrong with her..." He pressed his lips into a thin line.
  They usually didn't speak about her. "How can you stand me?" The slightest
  bit of self-loathing reviled itself.
  His father stood up and walked around the table to him and he thought for a
  moment he might be hit, but a gentle hand was laid on his cheek. "It isn't
  your fault. Seeing is a dangerous talent...I love you Severus." He brushed
  back Severus's hair from his forehead and kissed it. "You should go to bed
  now. Tomorrow we will be traveling to the French Quarter to do some
  shopping."
  "Shop in the colonies?" Surprised to say the least, the youngest Snape looked
  up quickly. "Why?"
  "Questions, questions. I am tired of the same old same thing, so I thought we
  would go to New Orleans. I have heard it is...A little wilder there." The
  child was back, mischievous and daring. "We are taking a port key to
  Louisiana in the morning. Now go on. I'm sure Sara has already drawn up a
  bath for you."
  He nodded after musing he was a bit to old to have someone else prepare his
  baths. He climbed the stairs to his room and went in, pulling the ribbon from
  his hair. Sara, blond capped head popped out of the bathroom. "Ello my lord."
  She came over and began helping him with his buttons. He was largely
  surprised to find her undressing him. He was going on fourteen years old.
  The last time he had seen her was at Christmas the year prior, but a lot had
  changed since then. He was sexually active and hadn't even considered it a
  year ago. "I have no further need of you, you may go." He said stiffly.
  "I didn't mean to upset you." Sara looked at him curiously, withdrawing her
  hands.
  "You have not. I am just a bit old for this." He shirked off his shirt and
  dropped it in a laundry basket. Kicking off his shoes he picked them up and
  placed them in his wardrobe. It was strange to be home, almost like a dream.
  Sara's blue eyes ran over him, obviously in appreciation of the maturing he
  had done. "I will do anything you wish." The coy seventeen-year-old offered.
  "Only to leave." He stifled a smile at her disappointed look. "If a letter
  comes from my boyfriend, I wish to know immediately. His name is Malfoy."
  She bowed and left with a rather startled look on her face. He finished
  undressing and took a bath. Once he was clean and dry, he pulled on a night
  dress and crawled into bed.
  Clutching his father's hand, large dark eyes took in the French Quarter. Wild
  was an understatement. And much to his surprise Muggles and Wizards were
  occupying the area. Best to his knowledge Muggles were kept in the dark about
  magic. But this place defied it. They didn't use Wizarding money, but US
  Dollars, so his father had first taken him to Gringott's to get suitable
  money.
  A blend of Caribbean, African, Tahitian, Catholicism, and American Indian
  spirituality came together in the form of an art called Voodoo. It was highly
  specialized in the area, potions and spirituality the main forms of magic.
  Voodoo doll shops sold to both practically for Wizarding and travel
  remembrances to non-magic folk while the Apothecary also made herbal remedies
  and bath supplies for Muggles.
  Whispering to Gerald, Severus questioned the scene. "I thought all Wizards
  hid from Muggles."
  "They use only natural magic. No wands or incantations, just herbs with basic
  spells and psychic abilities. There is still a lot of controversy in both
  worlds over this type of thing and it does get people killed." He replied in
  a very low voice. "They do have wonderful quality in their herbs. Some places
  are warded against Muggles like Casual Cauldrons and Bubba's Back Woods
  wands."
  As bizarre and foreign as the place was, they had a wonderful time snickering
  over the "Do It Yourself Voodoo Kits" that came in Fast Luck, Love and
  Passion, Money Magnet, Fertility, Peace and Tranquility, Health and Wealth,
  and the most ridiculous of all, Win in Court. "La Sirena Botanica, prepared
  with the greatest care." sold the best and finest ingredients in the whole of
  "The Big Easy".
  Madam Laveau's offered readings with true psychic ability. Working also
  through dream and trance, she specialized in Tarot and Clairaudiant though
  also was Clairvoyant. Priestesses, Priests, Medicine Women, and men doted the
  streets in their candle shops, offering groceries, incense stores, and
  others. One nature shop sold gris-gris {medicine bags}, gourds, salvage wood
  vessels; and Long Leaf Pine Needle, White Oak, Willow, and Cypress baskets.
  Along the same street were restaurants, record stores, Mardi Gras masks, a
  brick masonry {specially warded upon request}, The Garden Remedy,
  Immortellies Jewelry, Caughman's Porcelain and Stoneware, and Madam Malkins
  had a clothing shop.
  Severus got a set of Unicorn Tear earrings for Kalie at Immortellies, several
  candles that did a variety of interesting things for Lou, a few fascinating
  ingredients they didn't have in Great Britain along with a potion book to
  share with Professor Keys. He wandered into the Practical Voodoo Shop when
  his father left him, saying they would meet up in one and one half-hour at
  the Vaucresson for a late lunch.
  In Voodoo the spirits where called Loa. You could make offerings to them and
  meditate using the dolls as visual guides to help you ask for their help. It
  didn't matter your religion, nor your sexuality. The results depended on the
  will of Heaven. This was what he comprehended after reading as much as he
  dared on it with out using the books intended as a gift for Voldimort. He
  figured he could try helping his mother.
  He got the supplies and then went to get his parents gifts. His father was
  difficult considering he was with him. He finally wandered into Loget and
  Loque's and spotted a glamour cloak. It could be used to trick people in
  several ways. Since his father was a rather interesting character he figured
  it would be perfect for him. His mother also caused him difficulties. She
  reacted so bizarrely to his gifts he'd rather not give her anything, but then
  his father would be upset with him.
  In the end he found a porcelain bird that chirped any song requested. He had
  it warded against breakablity at the masonry shop then went to meet his
  father. "You're late. I was fixing to go looking for you." His father ruffed
  up his hair as he climbed the steps to the restaurant. The place was a crisp
  white.
  "I had to get what I got Mother warded." He explained. "It took far longer
  then I expected. My apologies." He frowned as he untied his hair and let it
  fall loose around his shoulders. "Don't do that." He smoothed down his hair.
  "Grumpy, grumpy."
  "I keep getting called Ma'am and it's starting to get to me." He sighed as
  they waited to be shown to a table. This made his father snicker softly.
  A petite French woman with brown hair interrupted them. "May I show you to a
  table?"
  "Yes my dear." Gerald replied in French.
  "Gerald!" A man Severus could not place waved to them as they walked through
  the room.
  "Brantley!" Snape walked over and shook his hand as he rose to greet them.
  "How have you been Galene? And who is this young lady?"
  "Chimese is my daughter. She attends the Wizarding School in Bermuda." He
  smiled pleasantly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Join us. I didn't know
  you had children."
  "This is Severus, my only." He explained. "Business hardly ever left time to
  discuss our families. We work together on the French exchange." Gerald
  elaborated to let the children know.
  "Pleased to make your acquaintance." Severus bowed respectfully, deep
  chocolate eyes taking in the scene.
  "Pleasure." The girl smiled. She seemed genuine. "Which school do you
  attend?"
  "Hogwarts." He settled down next to her, finding his father had already made
  himself comfortable. "Bermuda Triangle?"
  "You drew that conclusion?"
  "It is the biggest Muggle mystery and Bermuda seems to be a little crowded.
  I've always felt that it must be Wizard property. What year are you?" Severus
  smiled slightly.
  "Fourth year, but I'm only thirteen." She looked suddenly shy.
  "Me too. Well I'm a fifth year, but I'm thirteen." Then he looked wide eyed
  as a few waiters brought food to the table. "WHAT IS THAT?" His father was
  putting foreign objects on his plate.
  Chimese was giggling. "Catfish Almondine, Creole sweet potato pone, fried
  green tomatoes, Cajun Boudin, turkey Andouille Po-boy, sausage jambalaya,
  shrimp Creole, and alligator pie." He must have blanched at the alligator pie
  because she was snorting. "It tastes like chicken so don't be afraid."
  "And we are opposed to chicken why?" He quirked an eyebrow.
  "We aren't." She dabbed at a tear in the corner of her eye with her napkin.
  "Just try it."
  Considering he didn't like dark meat it was passable. They ate together, then
  sat chatting and sipping Rosemint tea until the clubs began to open. "Papa,
  might we go to Zydeco tonight?" She asked.
  "Zydeco?" Severus echoed.
  "Local music." Galene smiled. "I think that would be fine. We can talk at
  Josephine's and you can come back there when ever you have exhausted
  yourselves."
  He shot his father a look and received a nod and a grin. "Go on, have a good
  time."
  He was dragged out the door. After a night of crazy dancing until both of
  them were hot and sweaty. They sat under lazily turning ceiling fans in the
  cool evening and caught their breaths while sipping on sweet minty iced tea.
  It wasn't something he would go out of his way for, but it was cold and wet.
  The two of them finally got up and walked back to the hotel where she was
  staying, arm in arm. The sun was sinking below the moss filled trees as they
  entered the rustic inn.
  "Ah, look what the cat dragged in." Galene looked up from where the two men
  were having cigars and brandy.
  "Severus, we will be staying over so I got you a room. Here's the key."
  Gerald held out a Muggle key. "I already put all of your packages up there.
  Oh and a letter came..." What ever he was going to say was ignored as he went
  dashing off to read it. It was open but that really didn't bother him, as he
  settled down on the edge of his bed and read it.
  "Dearest, I find myself unable to concentrate and terribly lonely. You have
  been at my side for so long I have come to take you for granted. I apologize
  for you are very important to me. I suppose this is a very lovesick puppy
  thing to do, but I miss you so terribly I shall count the minutes until I am
  with you again. Wishing you were here, and I really mean it. With all my
  love. Lou."
  If his father read his letter he was mortified. It was a romantic letter. He
  had been expecting a note or two about life, but certainly not a heart felt
  love letter. "Calm down." He demanded himself to relax and bathed. Finally he
  put on his dressing gown and went back out to the parlor. "Father?"
  "No I didn't. I just opened it as I read who it was from, then realized my
  error." He didn't look up from the chess game he was deeply involved in.
  "Thank you. Good night." He told him before walking back down the hall.
  "Merry Christmas." A shopkeeper called out as he entered a sweet shop. He
  figured he would never get used to it.
  "Happy Christmas." He responded, surely giving them as much brain cramp as he
  felt.
 "Happy Holidays." Chimese smiled as she walked up and leaned on the case. It
  was warm to the touch. "Cinnamon almonds." She told the shopkeeper.
  "Right-o." The man went to work while Severus thought it over. "And you sir?"
  "Pumpkin filled divinity." He said after a while. It was a bit more tart then
  most sweets. They sat in the shop and ate a bit of their candy while they
  looked over the newspaper. "A play is starting this afternoon in the park.
  Shall we?"
  "Romeo and Juliet...A passion play. Have you read it?"
  "It was very tragic, but interesting. Well written considering the lack of
  linguistic rules at the time." He nodded as he nibbled on the white and
  orange candy.
  "Oh, it starts in less then an hour. We better get over there so we get good
  seats." She hopped up. He stood, putting the two packages in his shoulder
  bag. "Then we can probably find some nice R and B to listen to." He cocked
  his head to the side. "Rhythm and blues." She clarified as they exited the
  store to the tiny jingle of bells.
  Down the cobble stone lanes they traveled to the shaded park. They sat on a
  cement bench and watched the actors get ready for the play. "It's going to be
  all men?" She sounded surprised.
  "Originally only men did theatre." He smiled.
  "Really? So there is going to be a kiss scene with two boys." She grinned
  evilly.
  "So?"
  "Pretty boy kissing is so cute!"
  He began to giggle, blushing slightly. "I didn't know that it would be so
  appealing to girls."
  "Well...I uh, does it bother you?" Now she was blushing.
  "I have a boyfriend. I hope it doesn't bother me, since I kiss him all the
  time." He was feeling naughty. She was looking rather intrigued with it.
  "Do you have a picture of him?"
  "Oh, yah, here..." He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. In one
  picture Kalie was giggling and the other was a seductive looking Malfoy who
  winked at her.
  "He's cute!" She smiled. "Who's she?"
  "My lab partner and friend." Then the play started and he shoved the wallet
  back in his pocket. After that they went and listened to Deacon John play the
  blues. Finally they returned to the hotel and bid each other fair well since
  he was going back to his parent's house with his father.
  Wrapping gifts and writing Lucious occupied him for most of the next day.
  Then he walked a lot. It wasn't until dinner that he saw his mother again.
  She was extremely silent. He was grateful. In fact the only incident he had
  was she started crying uncontrollably when she opened the bird and had to be
  sedated.
  He got clothes from her. His father got him some new records, which were his
  passion. He had every one he could get his hands on. His father had picked up
  a dozen, which kept him busy in his room until it was time to return to
  Hogwarts. He packed up his records in the album section of his trunk with his
  crank player. The presents he had for his friends went in another compartment
  with his clothes that he didn't fit in yet. There was a pile he gave to Sara
  to dispose of since he had out grown them. Then he had owled Voldimort the
  books he had purchased him.
  His father took him to the station at King's Cross. They walked through the
  gate between nine and ten and onto the Wizarding platform to the school. He
  looked up at his father and gave him a small smile as he hugged him. "Good
  bye."
  "Until we meet again." He ruffed the neat hair on his son's head, making him
  growl. Then he turned and left Severus with his small trunk. Had it not been
  an entrance to another dimension it would have been huge. As it was he
  carried it like a suitcase. Into the train he went, finding Lucious with his
  two pit bulls. He saw them so rarely he tended to forget they were around.
  Usually they had detention or tutoring that left Lucious free quite often.
  He sat down with out word to anyone and waited for the train to begin moving.
  He was dressing in his robes beneath his heavy cloak and could hardly wait to
  get to Hogwarts. He thought that the sweets witch would never come to signal
  their halfway point. She finally did and they got some candies to occupy
  themselves. Laughy Taffy was rather popular. When you chewed it you said some
  of the stupidest but amusing things ever thought up.
  Severus passed on the sport and refused to show interest in the jokes. "Come
  off it Sev, have you got a lemon shoved up your arse or something?" Lucious
  poked him accusingly.
  "I just spent time at home, forgive me if it takes a while to get back to my
  normal charms." He said coldly.
  "And here Muggles said it was colder then a Witch's arse when indeed it was a
  Wizard's." He continued.
  "Now if they could only come up with intelligent taffy." The older Slytherin
  opened a text book and began to read, blocking out Crabbe and Goyle's running
  commentary about the difference between a cold shoulder and a cold cheek.
  "Sev, I know this is sudden, but when were you born?" He was interrupted from
  the fascinating subject of pruning a Foxglove for mischievous purposes.
  "I was born February twenty-second."
  "Nineteen Sixty?
  "Fifty-nine. You were born in sixty, right?"
  "Yah, I didn't realize you were a year and a half older."
  "And two younger then the rest of my group. Kalie is from fifty-seven. And
  this is New Years of seventy-two in case anyone has just tuned into our
  insane numerical thingie we are doing."
  "Sorry, you just have days when I see you as so much older and then days when
  I see you as so much younger. Like when you were doing a teacher, that was
  totally when I thought of you as older, but when you get upset you look so
  young."
  "I'm not upset."
  "I meant like when you are working after class with Keys, total adult. When
  Michalea gets pissed at you or you are in Hind's hospital bed you seem
  smaller."
  He rolled his eyes. "Hind is retired officially now. Pomfrey has taken over.
  And I fail to see your point to this very long and drawn out converse."
  "Never mind. Look, we are back." Lucious looked out the window towards the
  castle. "Crabbe, Goyle, wake-up." They complied with grumbling and yawning.
  Escaping the confines of the train, Severus stretched. His breath came out in
  a puffy cloud. "Sev!" A happy sounding Kalie pounced on him, putting her arms
  around his small frame and smashing her boobs against him. "How are you? I
  can't wait to hear about everything! You went to see your parents right? You
  look a little pouty..." She went from a hundred miles and hour to stalled in
  a few seconds.
  "Tomorrow, ok?" He smiled as much as he could muster considering how unhappy
  he was feeling.
  "Alright..." She smiled at him warmly before going off with Arthur, her
  seventh year brother, and his girlfriend Molly, and her own boyfriend,
  Zachariah Wood. He was nearly stomped by Bertha Jorkins as she made her way
  from the train to another group of seventh years.
  Ogg -the ground's keeper-, Kettleburn -the COMA teacher-, and Hagrid -the
  Keeper of Keys- waved to them as the carriages came up to the front doors.
  Hagrid was petting a large bird Kettleburn had on a leash. Sprout was chasing
  Snow Turnips around in the garden behind Hagrid's hut and didn't notice them.
  Severus handed Lucious his present with a small smile and accepted the parcel
  he was offered. Lou opened his gift and frowned. "Candles? Dare I ask why?"
  "I got them in the French Quarter. This purple one is for inspiration, this
  green one grants a wish, and this yellow one that smells of Myrrh will freeze
  an enemy and reveal treasures."
  "What about the red one?"
  "We can try it out the next time we are all alone. It um...heightens
  awareness." He grinned at the raised eyebrow. "I wrote down what all of them
  do."
  "Well, open your present. I can't say I put nearly so much effort into it,
  but I hope you'll like it anyway."
  "You missed the lighter." He picked up the tiny silver dragon. He stroked its
  head and it breathed a plume of fire until he removed the digit.
  "It's cute." Malfoy fiddled with the little toy while Snape set about opening
  his package. He lifted out the fabric revealed and held it up. A green silk
  dressing gown with silver embroidery? Now it was his turn to look surprised.
  "Colour. Imagine you not wearing white, gray, or black. Keep going."
  Several pairs of colourful silk boxers and three shirts, one navy, one
  burgundy, and one dark purple. Unsure of how to take the whole thing he
  looked up at Lucious. "Well, which one do you want me in?"
  "Burgundy. Are you ok with them?"
  "It's strange getting clothes from a friend, but I think we tied for strange
  presents this year." He smiled as he picked up the burgundy shirt and boxers
  along with the charcoal pants he had laid out for that day. "Go get dressed
  so we can get to breakfast."
  Malfoy nodded, getting up from the foot of Severus's bed and heading for his
  room. Snape changed quickly, putting on gray loafers at the end. He had never
  worn silk before and found it to be much like wearing a wispy cloud.
  He put the gifts he had for people in a bag and, pulling on a cloak, went to
  the common room to wait for Lucious. They went down to breakfast and Severus
  was filled in on Christmas over toast and eggs. "So Dobby put out the now
  flaming turkey with cranberry sauce and we had to wait while the mess was
  magicked up before we could eat dinner. So what happened with you?"
  "I think that you had a better Christmas day." He confessed, but then
  recounted his two days in the colonies shopping with his father and new
  friends. Lucious made an excellent audience, asking questions and sitting
  there unmoving.
  To the fact that Chinese liked the idea of boys making out with other boys
  Lou looked perplexed. "Why would she?"
  "Think about this, it is a safe way for people to observe the opposite sex
  interacting and wouldn't you rather watch two girls kissing then a boy and a
  girl?" He made an incredibly long statement, ending it as a question.
  "So you do like girls."
  "I don't know. I have no experience with females. Kalie is the only girl I
  talk to and she is rather taken." He shrugged. "Oh, she's leaving, I want to
  catch her." He stood, grabbing his bag and headed after her. "Kalie."
  "Morning Sev." She smiled, pausing outside the mad house known as breakfast.
  "Slept well?"
  She could always find the one thing he didn't do to ask him. "I wanted to
  give you your present." He evaded the question as he took the small package
  out of his satchel and held it out to her. She took it with a grin. Reaching
  into her pocket she pulled out a box and offered it to him. He took the small
  gift and walked with her to the library. They sat at their usual table and
  quietly opened the packages.
  "Oh Severus, they're beautiful." Michalea lifted the earrings from their
  velvet case and held them in her hand examining them. "I've never seen whole
  tears." She began putting them on as he finally broke the last string holding
  the paper on his parcel. The charm revealed was an ancient coin of the owl
  flying across the full moon. "It is from 324 AD."
  "How did you get this?" He slipped the chain over his head.
  "Oh, Father has a friend that is associated with Gringott's and when he
  mentioned them, I figured since you like history despite the fact that Binns
  managed to bore himself to death, that you'd like it."
  "It's wonderful." He traced his fingers over the surface of the coin. "Thank
  you."
  She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, shocking him completely. "I love
  them!" Then she received a sharp look from Madam Pince. "Sorry Miss Irma."
  She sat back down. "So tell me about your Christmas."
  They sat and talked about their family gatherings. "That must have been
  really cool, seeing all of the Muggle and Wizarding blends of culture."
  Vigilante began torturing them first thing in the morning with a particularly
  harsh run through of everything they had learned since September. Then Randol
  decided DADA needed a little extra spice. Five of his classmates ended up in
  the hospital wing before lunch. And that was the lesser part of the day. What
  with Flitwick and McGonagall in cohorts to make them fear for their lives,
  threatening them with the impending doom of the OWLs. Severus received a
  thank you letter from Voldimort, making everything seem better.
  Every night he went through the ritual of praying over his mother and
  focusing on the doll, trying to find the right thing to ask the spirits and
  angels. The slave driving continued full until February. It was Valentine's
  day before anyone realized it. The school was a flurry of candy hearts,
  chocolates, and roses. Lucious and he decided to press the school rules of
  relations and walked around holding hands between classes.
  They got some disapproving glances just as any couple, but the trail of
  giggling girls was far larger. No one was allowed to do anything more then
  hold hands and they decided detention was not worth it. Internal house
  affairs were far more acceptable.
  They supposed it was to protect the younger students from their sexuality
  until they discovered hormones for themselves. "Severus, might I have a word
  with you?" Madam Hooch asked, startling him into dropping Lucious's hand.
  "You haven't done anything wrong...That I know of, I just would like to speak
  with you in my office."
  He nodded and went with her quietly. "I know you aren't very interested in
  the Quidditch teams, but Riggly is ill. I was hoping you would be able to
  play on Saturday."
  He stood there looking at her shocked by the request. He had never thought of
  himself as much of a Quidditch player, but to be asked by the coach herself
  was enough to make him consider. "I..."
  "I realize you are busy studying but if you wouldn't mind..."
  It was four horrid hours sitting on a wooden stick jammed between his legs,
  icy wind on his face, and people trying to kill him with hurtling balls of
  metal. He remembered why he only watched it. He also had to use the bathroom.
  Then to add insult to injury he didn't catch the Snitch.
  He went strait to the men's room, then limped off to eat something. Lucious
  put an arm around him. "You gonna make it?"
  "Maybe. Could I talk you into a back rub?
  "I think I can handle it." Lucious grinned, nodding.
  "Can you handle a shower?"
  "What do you mean by that?" Frowning, he sat down his flat ware.
  "Do I need to draw you a picture?" Severus rested his chin on his palm,
  looking rather seductive. "You can wash my back and I'll wash yours." He was
  obviously amused by the look he received. "Join me if you wish." He placed
  his napkin on the table and stood, before striding out and going down to the
  dungeons.
  He reached the appropriate entrance and spoke the password. Then he climbed
  the stone steps. He unbuttoned his clothes as he walked to the door. Kicking
  his shoes under the bed, he grabbed some night clothes and put his dirty
  shirt and socks in the laundry.
  Lucious appeared, giving him a wolfish grin as he removed his shoes and
  socks. Severus seized the green and silver leash of a tie around Malfoy's
  neck and pulled him into the bathroom. The private showers that were reserved
  for fifth years and above stood on one wall. He led Lou into an open one and
  pulled across the curtain to the changing room. He put down his nightdress
  and silk boxers. Then, removing the remainder of his apparel, he kicked it
  into a pile on the floor.
  Then he turned to his friend who was taking off his shirts still. He began
  helping him out of his pants and underwear. When he was also undressed, the
  two of them stumbled into the shower, kissing. Hot flesh rubbed together as
  Lucious's greedy hands smoothed over Severus's sleek naked body.
  Snape guided him into the wall before fumbling with the shower knobs. Steamy
  water cascaded down onto the two of them, drawing gasps at the sudden warmth.
  Lucious nuzzled his neck, running his fingers down Severus's spine before
  cupping his buttocks.
  They eased down on the floor. "Ouch!" Severus's felt his back pull and his
  legs gave out. He made a grab to catch himself and succeeded only in pulling
  Lucious down on top of him. CRACK! "Owe!"
  At the sound of Snape's back-popping Malfoy grimaced and rolled off of him.
  "Are you alright?"
  "Well, it helped some, but my neck still is stiff." He gave the terrified boy
  a half smile. "I thought you were going to give me a massage." He got a wide-
  eyed nod. Then he rolled over and propped on his elbows.
  Malfoy started at the base of his spine and worked his way up, rubbing each
  soar muscle until it relaxed. Then once he reached his neck, he worked
  quickly back down. "Better?"
  "Mmm." He purred as those capable hands strayed into more sensitive areas.
  Then he began nipping at his shoulder, traveling up his neck. "We are turning
  into prunes. Could you turn off the water?"
  "You can sure kill the mood."
  His licked across the smooth surface of Severus's throat, traveling lazily to
  the base, then he retraced his path to suck the Adams apple. He received a
  soft sigh of appreciation.
  He pulled away and shut off the water, before Lucious's eyes drifted over the
  tense body. Snape grabbed him and pulled him down. There was a mad struggle
  for domination before they moved on to full lovemaking. Lucious was on the
  bottom, not that he minded. Severus was straddling his hips, rocking hard on
  his sex.
  He was holding him by the hips, while maddening circles were traced around
  his nipples. They were as erect as his member and shooting jolts of electric
  ecstasy through him. Finally he felt release as the roar of blood in his ears
  was drown out by his moans.
  They rinsed off and got dressed. Then they went and curled up in bed
  together. "Night." Severus kissed Lucious.
  "Good night."
***** Just An Innocent Child pt5 *****
Just An Innocent Child pt5




  In The Past
  Chapter 5 The Mirror of Erised
  Severus stood and stretched. He had to do something besides sit and read
  after classes. "Where you goen?" Lucious glanced up from a chess game with
  another boy his age.
  "On a walk." Shrugging, he stepped out into the hall. He wandered and that
  wasn't difficult considering how big Hogwarts was. Someone's footsteps were
  coming up the hall ahead of him, so he ducked into a room. Curiously, Severus
  glanced around the dusty old room.
  A large mirror with inscriptions carved into it's frame stood in the corner.
  There was a table and some chairs. Other then that the room was bare. Severus
  was drawn by curiosity over to examine the words. Erised...The word meant
  nothing to him, but he gave it little ponder for the reflection in the mirror
  itself distracted him. He was standing with Sirius?!
  He whirled around only to find himself alone. He glared back at the mirror.
  In the looking glass Sirius stroking Severus's right cheek with the back of
  his right hand before moving into kiss him.
  Severus tilted his face up to comply, hot lips caressing him like liquid
  fire. His heart fluttered like a bird in a cage, and how fitting as Sirius
  was eyeing him like prey. Then it dawned on him...It was the closet, their
  second kiss. The first time anyone had held him...
  He looked away and jumped as his gaze fell upon the bad boy of Gryffindor.
  "What are you doing in here?" The voice betrayed amusement. He was trapped
  alone with the jackal... But the older boy continued to speak. "Hey, what's
  this?"
  "I don't know, shows the past I guess." He shrugged, moving away
  uncomfortably. "Why are you here?" He moistened his lips nervously.
  "Saw you dodge in. Past? No it doesn't, it shows the future." His lip
  twitched in the smallest hint of a smile.
  "No..." He grew white as his voice cracked. He was going to die. Black truly
  was insane.
  "Maybe it shows what...WE want." Sirius was crowding him. Strong finger
  closed over his shoulder.
  He found his lungs crying out for breath and exhaled slowly before breathing
  measuredly. "You know, before you I was..."
  "A miserable little git. Sulking and hiding out in the library with your
  greasy hair and skinny ass." Sirius challenged him, tugging a shiny strand of
  hair. It was true. He still wasn't bathing regularly and eating wasn't a
  first priority.
  "I was happily alone." It was a lie. He had been lonely. He was right about
  it revealing what he wanted, but he knew he couldn't survive him. He wasn't
  going to admit it though. He narrowed his eyes, dropping his voice in
  determination. "Well? Tell me what you see."
  "How bout I show you what me and you are doin?" He grabbed Severus by the
  front of his robes and deposited him on the table, easing himself on top of
  the startled Slytherin boy.
  "Knock it off." He shoved himself farther up the table and hopped up. His
  robes were covered in the thick layer of dust that had once covered that part
  of the horizontal surface. "I don't care about your fantasies. If it did show
  what we want...Then I would see her."
  "You mean Michaela?" Black hair flung about as the Slytherin shook his head.
  "No? Who?"
  "None of your business." He bit his lip.
  "It doesn't matter to me. I want you to be with me again, that's all I see. I
  hate seeing you with that child." Sirius looked dangerous.
  He looked away and back in the mirror and found his mother hugging him to
  her, smiling happily. "I'm a child too..." He chewed on his lip, looking away
  from the even more painful apparition. "We were wrong. It's desires, not
  wants. Deepest desires. What do you really see?"
  "Lupin..." The solemn whisper made him turn and look at Black. Dust was all
  over him, his dark curls were wildly placed on his head, but his eyes were
  like he had never dreamt. Twin doors to his soul bore the same words as his
  mouth and the words he spoke caused him to look past the normal man before
  him. A seldom seen crease between his eyebrows furrowed. "Better. Standing in
  the moonlight with out...becoming a monster."
  "Boys, I see you have stumbled across "The Mirror of Erised"." Dumbledore was
  standing in the corner, apparently just having appeared. "You should both be
  going on to your common rooms before curfew begins." His stern manor shocked
  Snape. He felt suddenly suspicious of the old kindhearted headmaster. How
  much had he seen? Well, they hadn't kissed, thank Merlin for that, or worse,
  been caught in the middle of other things.
  They both whole-heartedly agreed to his suggestion and left for their
  separate dorms quickly. A Ravenclaw was nearly run over in his flight. "Sorry
  Brown, didn't see you there." He told the girl as he dodged around her and
  kept going. When he hit Slytherin rooms, everyone looked up and stared at
  him.
  "Sev, been dusting the dungeons with your whole body?" Malfoy looked up from
  his homework.
  "Something like that." He shrugged before going off to bed.
  "I have to talk to you." Biting his lip, Snape's eyes nailed her with a sour
  expression. His hawk like features were intimidating instead of their normal
  elegance.
  "And to what do I owe this...honor?" The Slytherin Prefect girl looked at him
  in shock. The girl was one year older and in his grade, but he had never even
  looked her way for the time of day before. She shook her head, her unruly
  brown hair whipping about. "Sorry, come in." She stepped back.
  He stepped into the Prefect's room. It was warm and dimly lit with candles
  and a fire. The room was richly decorated in greens and purple, which he was
  sure she had added to personalize the space. "You have the right to be
  shocked Miss Potter, but I have to speak with someone before I loose what
  little mind I have left. You see the male Prefect is Creavey and he hates
  me." He settled on the edge of a chair as she motioned for him to sit.
  "I remember. You were accused of nearly killing him in the bath last year.
  Feel free to call me Athena, no one calls me Potter." She walked over to the
  fire and took off a kettle. "Tea?"
  "Yes please Athena." He tucked his hair behind his ear. "This is complicated,
  so if you aren't up for a challenge I can leave..."
  "Something tells me that if this wasn't a challenge you would have spoken
  with a friend about it." She put a cup on the table before him and sat next
  to him on another chair.
  "Well, since the only friend I have I am sleeping with, I doubt it would be a
  neutral advice and then there is Weasley, but she is a Gryffinder and they
  wouldn't be able to come at it from our perspective, just as any other
  Prefect. And one of those is your brother and the other his girlfriend..." He
  faltered realizing he was rambling.
  "I gather you don't trust women much."
  "We will have to do this again to cover that issue. I would rather deal with
  one at a time." He was examining his short ill-kempt nails.
  "Begin when ever you wish."
  "Ok...Before I was with Lucious I had a thing with someone else...We parted
  ways because he endangered my life carelessly and now he wants to be back
  together." He tried to remain vague.
  "Severus, if I am going to help you, I need names at the very least, details
  wouldn't hurt either. Which teacher?"
  "That rumor was started by Lucious. I am not and never have had even the
  tiniest urge to do a teacher."
  "Now I'm disappointed." She pouted. Her green blue eyes sparkled teasingly.
  "Don't bother, it's worse then that. It's Black." He was holding his head. It
  was starting to hurt.
  "Seriously?"
  "Yah, Sirius Leigh Black."
  "Wow..." They sat quietly drinking their tea for several minutes. "He's
  dictating the relationship, isn't he?"
  "Yes. I can't control him. No body can. Your brother comes closest, but not
  even he really makes Black do anything."
  "Well, the Slytherin way demands everything have more of a reason then one.
  If that isn't your angle, find another one."
  "So keep him...But what about Malfoy?"
  "Both of them are useable. As long as you can keep up. And threats go just as
  far as niceness."
  "Thank you."
  "What for?
  "Don't tell anyone any of this, please?"
  "As if anyone would believe me." She snickered. "Though I was just being
  objective and really didn't give you much advice..." But he had already
  gotten up and slipped out. "Odd one that." She remarked to the silence of the
  room.
  It was odd, creeping through the school in the dark after hours alone. Snape
  paused wondering if the spell of invisibility was good enough. Hell, if he
  got caught, he would feign sleep walking or something. He was in his
  nightdress and bare foot despite the chill of March. He had kept clear of
  Sirius, deciding how things would go between them. Finally giving that up, he
  was going on desire.
  He stopped before the lady in the pink dress and spoke the password. Petegrew
  had accidentally told someone else it right in front of him. The fat woman
  didn't even open her eyes as she swung open to let him climb inside.
  Dark eyes looked around the rich red and gold tapestries in surprise. He
  assumed it would be like the Slytherin common room, but it was much more warm
  and homey. None of the cold stone showed and the couches were velvet instead
  of leather.
  Wonder subsiding to anxiety he realized just why Sirius broke in to
  Slytherin. It gave him a boner just off of the adrenaline of braking the
  rules. He went up the steps and opened the door to the room that the gang
  shared. Though they all had their curtains drawn around the beds he knew
  immediately which on was his intended's.
  The area around the bed was a bit messy. Not to mention the books tossed to
  the side as if they were nothing more then junk. He slipped inside and made
  sure his assumptions that Black was a pig were correct. The mess of dark hair
  on the pillow affirmed his suspicions.
  Severus crawled up into the bed with him. He stripped off his clothes and
  piled them at the foot of the bed before starting on the body next to him. He
  was already naked and that was an open invitation if he had ever seen one.
  Wondering how long it would take to awaken him by molesting his body, he
  began running his hands over warm skin. First he stroked his pecks and abs
  before stroking his arms, retracing to his hips. Then he slipped his hands in
  to rub thighs, feeling muscles tighten beneath his attentions. That is when
  eyes snapped open and Sirius's gaze fixed on him. They just looked at each
  other for a heartbeat before he received a grin and was pulled down against
  hard muscles already tensed and waiting to be abused.
  Their mouths pressed together heatedly. Sirius's five-o'clock shadow was ruff
  against his skin as they began to French kiss. As their tongues interwove and
  teased the senses they tumbled over so Sirius was on top. He spread Severus
  out beneath him as he broke the kiss. "You came to me..."
  "Don't let it go to your head." He closed his eyes, enjoying the feelings of
  the crisp linens beneath him and the now hot and sweaty hands caressing his
  body. There was a soft snort of laughter and he opened his eyes and quirked a
  brow. "Hum? Not that head. You can let it go to your penis all you want." He
  reached down and grasped it and rubbed the tip with his thumb in
  demonstration as he squeezed lightly.
  He pulled away, pushing Sev's arms over his head before twisting, nibbling,
  and sucking his nipples until he was thrashing under him. He was completely
  sexed up, and Sirius let him go. "Turn over." His voice was husky, deep, and
  sexy.
  He obeyed, twisting over with the help of two very eager hands. Sirius pulled
  him back so he was straddling his lap, back pressed to chest. His erection
  was caught between them and Black pressed against him with a shallow breath.
  Severus was feeling desperate. He palmed his own shaft and began stroking it.
  "Lubricious." Twice Sirius spoke the word, the first time his hand began to
  glide more easily over his length, and the second he felt the user's manhood
  go slick between them.
  He was pushed forward by the hips, and was forced to catch himself with his
  hands on the bed. He was impaled fast and hard, causing him to groan. He
  pulled away in surprise. He felt another deep thrust before he eased out a
  bit. "Sorry." He could taste the strain in his voice. He was panting the
  words. "I lost control...You ok?"
  Liar, you will never change. He shoved the thought aside. "Just touch me."
  Severus wasn't hurt, just completely uncomfortable. One arm wrapped around
  him to steady him and the other brought a hand to work his genitals with
  strong, knowing fingers. He was bucking against Black's hard on in seconds.
  They thrust together reveling in the building of pleasure. The only thing
  audible above his own heart beat and their moans was the squeaking of a
  spring in the bed.
  He hit orgasm, riding it out in Sirius's clutches before clutching to the bed
  sheets and letting him climax into his body. As he calmed he stroked and
  petted his back and neck, kissing him. Then he pushed him onto his back and
  kissed him until his lips were swollen and sore. Is this a joke too? Am I
  only a joke or cheap pleasure between lovers? He was suddenly suffocating. "I
  have to go." He pushed a bewildered Gryffindor off of him.
  He pulled on his gown and redid the spell of invisibility before taking off.
  He didn't stop running until he was back in his room. Dirty, he was dirty.
  Struggling out of the soiled clothes he dropped them in a basket and went
  into the showers.
  "Sev?" Lucious's uncertain voice quavered from the door as he stood madly
  washing away any traces of Sirius. It took some moments for the call to
  register with him. He looked up as he placed the bar of soap down with a
  trembling hand. "Are you ok?"
  "I...I don't know. I'm..." Are you so weak? Don't show weakness, even to him.
  Fuck, at least he cares. "Alive." Still waiting for Black to finish me off
  though...
  "Oh." It was the most pathetic thing he had ever said. But in that one
  muttered word he showed legions of support and care. Then the normal jealous
  Malfoy came back. "That teacher of yours gave you a hickey."
  "Shit." He glowered. He was done worrying about everything. He was pissed.
  It was the next evening before he could catch Black alone. They stepped into
  some shadows and Sirius got a fist to the face. "NEVER MARK ME AGAIN."
  Severus flipped down his collar a bit to show the bruise. "Clear?"
  "Um...Yah." He stood holding his face and looking shocked. Severus just
  walked or rather stomped away.
  That was the only time he saw Black for the rest of the month.
  At the end of the month Lucious talked him into a drag queen contest- God
  knows how- and he was spending April first in Athena Potter's bedroom. She
  listened patiently as he asked for her help by starting out badly.
  "Can I see your underwear?"
  "What?" She looked a bit shocked.
  "Not on you, ewe, you see Lucious challenged me to the contest tonight and I
  don't know anything about girl underclothes so that's why I'm asking, can you
  help me?" He sat down his tea cup with a clatter.
  "I probably have something that will fit you." He raised an eyebrow, she was
  a bit more along in every part then he. She was already rummaging in her
  closet before she continued. "I make costumes for the balls. Here, try this."
  She held up a black leather and lace one piece.
  "You want me to wear that? But I have a penis. That wouldn't hide it at all."
  He instantly began to burn red.
  "It has a skirt flap thing. See." She was grinning like the Cheshire cat as
  she held out a little mini skirt that would be slit up to his hips. "Put it
  on and I'll find you a dress."
  He did as he was told, making sure he got it on right before immerging from
  her toilette. She looked up from a box and her eyes went large. "Damn honey,
  you have nice hips for a boy. You look good."
  "It is from being on the bottom." He muttered to himself.
  "Hum?" She asked.
  "Nothing!" He blushed deeper red.
  "Well, try this little red dress. It has class." She offered it to him and he
  stepped into it and pulled it up, fastening it behind his neck before zipping
  up the back. "Wow, flexible little bugger aren't you? So, what do you think?"
  He looked in the mirror. "I look like my mother. I hate her." He looked back
  and shrugged. "Just don't put my hair up in a French twist or I will have to
  kill myself." It was sleek fit, slightly flared off at the hem that was mid
  thigh.
  "Sure thing. Let me get my make-up kit." She disappeared into the bathroom
  and came back with a large thin box. She opened it and began pulling out
  things that looked like they were meant for torture. "I just noticed, you
  charm the hair off of your body. Unique thing for a boy to do." He chose not
  to respond. After spending a hundred years smearing stuff on his eyes,
  cheeks, and lips, not to mention the hair charms, it was time to learn to
  walk in heels.
  He was ashamed to actually get the hang of them quickly, much to her delight.
  "Oh, a necklace to cover up your Adams-apple..." She went rummaging through
  another box. A black velvet choker with a rose on it was fastened around his
  neck. Then she sat back and watched him gape in the mirror.
  "My whole manhood is in question now." The spiral curls and large brown eyes
  lined to make them almond-ish made him look like a petite Asian woman. "I'm
  so freaked out." It appeared that he was quite leggy despite his long torso.
  He only had a slightly padded top, like a triple A.
 "Here, have a petti-four." She offered him a cake. "We better go out. They
  are probably about to start." He took the small sweet and followed her out
  the door. All of the girls in the common room were dressed in nice dresses as
  were a good many guys.
  All of the tables in the room were pushed against the wall opposite the fire
  place. In the middle stood a Seventh year girl getting order. Lucious and
  some other guys were standing on the tables. "Any other contestants need to
  come on up."
  "Go on." He received a gentle push towards that part of the room. Nearly
  seventy people were looking at him and he felt himself begin to blush as he
  stepped forward. He was picked up and put on a table by some rowdy teens, all
  giggling. Then he noticed he still held the now melted cake. He popped it in
  his mouth and ate it before distracting himself with the task of getting the
  chocolate off of his fingers, one by one.
  "Ok, first is Snape, show us your talent that makes you a good woman." Milly
  rounded on him. His face must have shown his confusion for she grinned. "I'll
  give you a minute. Malfoy, you get to go first."
  He had no idea what Malfoy was doing, he was too busy thinking of what he
  could do. Sing? He had records...yes...But he couldn't summon them, they were
  locked away in his trunk...He motioned to Reigan to come over and bent to
  whisper in his ear about what he wanted. The guy was nice, kind of watched
  out for him before the shower incident.
  He nodded, before his red headed self dodged out of his vision. He was
  suddenly feeling faint. He forced himself to breath and ignore the cheering
  students. Reigan came back and offered him his record of The Mamas and The
  Papas along with the player. He sat down the record player and cranked it up
  before putting the vinyl on top. He found the proper track. All he had to do
  was flip a switch and it would begin.
  "Alright, Severus, I see you are ready...Right? What is that?" Milly eyed the
  foreign device.
  "Muggle music device." He felt his voice quaver a bit. The meekness just made
  him sound more female. "I'm going to...Sing." He blushed as eyebrows raised.
  "It's called Dream a Little Dream."
  He flipped the switch and closed his eyes from all of the staring students.
  The music began and he swayed slightly to keep time. "Stars shining bright
  above you." He started of frailly, but the next line was stronger. "Night
  breezes seem to whisper "I love you"." He mimicked the sultry voice of the
  singer in his room often enough. "Birds singin' in the sycamore tree." He
  could pretend he was there all alone. "Dream a little dream of me."
  "Say nighty-night and kiss me." He felt like for once he understood the truth
  of the song. "Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me...While I'm alone
  and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me."
  "Stars fading but I linger on dear." He moistened his lips. "Still craving
  your kiss. I'm longing to linger till dawn dear, just saying this..."
  "Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries
  behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me."
  All of the worries of the day were gone in the moment. "Stars fading but I
  linger on dear, still craving your kiss." He brushed his hair back from his
  face. " I'm longing to linger till dawn dear, just saying this..."
  "Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you. Sweet dreams that leave all worries far
  behind you. But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of
  me..." He moved into humming as the end of the song approached then drifted
  off. He opened his eyes and was shocked to still be standing in the common
  room. He busied himself with turning off the player and slipping the black
  disk into its sleeve. The room was intangibly silent. He reddened.
  He picked up his things and hugged them to him possessively. He looked at
  Molly. She was grinning and saying something. Then he heard the cheering,
  whistled, and jeering. Could he have been so scared that he lost his hearing.
  It was so stupid he chuckled.
  "SEV!" Reigan was hopping up and down and waving his arms franticly. "Give me
  your player before you damage it!" He nodded and allowed it to be pried from
  his grasp. He so didn't want to be there. Perhaps it was because he did feel
  sexy that horrified him the most.
  His eyes fixed on Lucious. He looked like a Lolita, he had on some girl's
  uniform skirt, rolled up to nearly indecent and a button up shirt tied in a
  knot at the waist and buttoned up a bit, the sleeves were rolled up. He also
  had the knee-high socks and dolly shoes. His hair was pulled up in two long
  ponytails.
  He made a good girl also. He had little time to admire him before it was time
  to take off the dresses and reveal what was underneath. Lucious was pretty
  good at being seductive while taking off his get up. He was left in his
  pants.
  The other boys looked rather clumsy and he felt it was an injustice. He had
  to top them. "Turn around to do it." Potter egged him on. He nodded and when
  it was his turn he turned around and unzipped the back with ease before
  unclasping the neck and letting it fall with a soft rustle to the table
  around his ankles. He stepped out of it and turned around.
  Several girls were red and there were gasps and "god"s whispered. He tugged
  the skirt down in the front a little before hugging himself protectively. He
  chewed his lip wondering what he had done wrong. "Severus, you aren't aloud
  to use magic to augment yourself." Milly said finally.
  He just stared at her with his big cow eyes. How could she think that he had?
  "He didn't." Athena climbed up on the table next to him and reached down his
  top and pulled out the little peach foam insert. "And the ass is his." She
  actually grabbed a hand full of his butt to demonstrate.
  "You sure?" Milly eyed him. He was glaring at Athena and edging away. "Finate
  incantatem."
  His hair slithered out of its curls. "Yes. See."
  "WOW! Damn you are a hot girl." She grinned. "Almost enough to make me
  strait. Ok boys and girls time to cheer for your favorite." The first was
  Lucious. The crowd was wild.
  "BOOM!" A door to the common room burst open and their head of house came
  striding in. "What the bloody Hell are you all...OH, that." He glowered
  before turning and stalking out, slamming the door. "THUD!"
  Everyone cheered for the other guys but it was between Lucious and he. They
  ended as a tie. Everyone began to disperse when Lucious caught him by the
  arm. "Let's go have hot Lesbian sex." He had put back on his garb and was
  looking very naughty.
  "Or as close as we can come anyway." He teased as he left with him, up to the
  fifth year room. He began kissing Lucious as they reached his room and
  stumbled together over to the bed. They tumbled into it, pulling the curtains
  shut as they slid their tongues together in a sensual battle. Severus moved
  to straddle one of Malfoy's thighs, rubbing each sex against the other's hip.
  The tight skirt hugged his backside as the thong pulled a little tighter
  between his legs as his manhood's bulging took up the give in the little
  satin panties.
  He pushed the button up to the side so he could rub a nibble as they
  continued to explore the recesses of their mouths. Finally they broke apart
  panting. He trailed his tongue down his neck to the nipple and swirled his
  saliva around the pleasure point.
  Lucious was stroking his ass, slowly hiking up the skirt in the back. He
  laced a finger under the string that ran from the back up between his cheeks
  to the front and rubbed town over his anus. In response Snape jerked against
  him. Lucious tugged the panties down a little, but since his legs were spread
  over his own they weren't about to come off.
  He dismounted the blond and tugged off the little black hindrances before
  helping Malfoy with his boxers. Then he allowed himself to be guided over the
  member hard and erect. "Lubricious." It was instantly glossy with slimy
  fluid. His hips were pulled down and the tip entered a little and then his
  length pushed into his body, he pulled away a little before plunging the rod
  completely inside. Bouncing hard on him, he betrayed the fact that he was
  almost at orgasm. He realized he was met with eager thrusts doubling the
  energy rocking his body.
  Ejaculating into the hands of the younger boy he felt the flood of cum erupt
  inside him. He felt his energy drain and he tumbled onto Lou's chest panting,
  sweaty and sticky. "Lou? Who's uniform is this?"
  "My sister's."
  "You have a sister?"
  "She's a first year. Named Eileen. She looks nothing like me. She has curly
  darker blond hair and her eyes are teal." Luscious was stroking his back
  tenderly. "That was very enjoyable."
  Kalie and he were goofing off in history class. "My oldest brother Arthur Lee
  has a wife named Molly. I feel kind of bad that Arthur Denis broke up with
  his girlfriend but two Molly's, isn't that just a bit of over kill. I still
  can't believe mom and dad named their two sons the same thing. I wonder if
  there was another girl would she be Michaela also?"
  He snorted. "Luckily my parents gave up after me. Saved me what little sanity
  I have."
  "You two, do you have something to share with the class?" Binns asked looking
  rather bored.
  "No thanks." Severus brushed his hair back. There where the usual giggles,
  mostly nervous relief that they were not the ones singled out. Then class
  slugged on.
  "Your Ordinary Wizarding Level exam is about to begin. This is beyond any
  test you have ever been administered before. It will not only test your
  skills and knowledge, but also your reaction times, wits, and ability to work
  with others." McGonagall managed to sum up the fact that he had already
  failed. "Take a test and pass the stack. Also select a quill." His paper was
  blank. He glowered at it. "Well, begin." She looked at him sternly.
  "Finate incantatem...no...revilos. Ok...Professor, can we use any skills for
  our test?"
  "Yes." She raised her eyebrow.
  He grinned as he reached into his bag. He pulled out a few ingredients and
  sprinkled small amounts onto the edges of his paper. The third one made a
  blue ink appear. He used the back of his quill to spread the substance across
  the page. A mountain of questions covered scroll. He moaned. By Merlin's
  beard. He felt this would take forever. He read over the page and then
  grinned. It was a trick. He filled in the answers he was instructed to and
  then flipped the page over. He tried all of his little gadgets before his
  final spell made green words appear. "Go to the third green house." He waited
  and watched the others.
  Most students were muttering or gnawing on their quills. A few others were
  standing to go. To his surprise James, Lily, Sirius, and Lupin were all
  sitting with their hands raised. McGonagall went to each and they showed her
  their paper and she nodded before they left. He was also dismissed.
  "You were done first." Lupin spoke softly. They all were waiting for him. He
  frowned. "Why did you wait?"
  "Why did you?" He shrugged. "No one wants to be first." He stepped past them,
  shooting Sirius a weary glance. "Where are you going?"
  "Green houses, same as you I'd suspect." James nodded to his paper.
  "Then I suppose we should get to the third one." Lily glanced at her watch.
  She took James by the arm and began walking. "The sooner this is over, the
  sooner we can party."
  He found them all trailing after him as he entered the green house. Professor
  Sprout was sitting on a stool. "Oh how wonderful, a whole group. Well, here
  is your plant and your instructions. Be careful!" She motioned to the table.
  He sat down and looked at it. Then he looked at the paper. He growled. "This
  sucks. Ok, now what did you use to reveal your paper's words?" Everyone used
  something different. But the common denominator was five. "So five spells or
  potions and we get instructions, assuming it holds true. Shall we?"
  "Disifa!" Lily waved her wand.
  "Finate incantatem." Sirius muttered.
  "Aprello." James followed suit.
  "Revilos." Severus used his spell.
  "Caligrapha lumo." Remus spoke softly. Just as before the words appeared,
  this time in purple. "Make the ink that comes and goes?"
  "Acidic and base altering ink." Lily nodded. "But this plant..."
  "Seems to be of the Carabula family. Usually the flower's roots are used in
  this family." James reached for the pot.
  "Don't." Snape slapped his hand away as a plume of fire erupted from the
  flower's face. "Idiot. Carabula are volatile. We need gloves, ice, and long
  sheers...maybe safety goggles wouldn't be a bad idea." He looked at the
  smoldering tabletop.
  "I have a better idea." Black went over to a glass greenhouse dome that would
  just fit over their plant and brought it over and plunked it down over the
  plant. Fire and smoke filled the dome. "It will suffocate itself."
  "Take it off! It's going to cook itself and the sap won't be any good." He
  glowered.
  "Oh, right." He pulled it off and dropped it cursing. It shattered.
  "Brilliant." Lily repaired the dome and the table while Lupin and Potter
  searched for the supplies they needed. "Try not to destroy the place." Her
  tone spoke of many such actions in the past.
  "Oh bite me."
  "I bloody might if you don't stop it." Severus hissed covering his ears. "You
  are giving me a headache." He sat and waited for them to find everything they
  needed, then he lopped off the flower's head. They drained the sap into a
  bowl then Sirius and Lily mixed it with the items Severus and Remus agreed
  on. They dripped some on the paper and the words disappeared and where
  replaced with new ones. "It's time for DADA."
  The day wore on in a torrent of questions, puzzles, and races. It was dinner
  before they finished the tests. "Impressive. Tomorrow we should be able to
  finish them up." Lily smiled as they entered the dining hall. Most fifth and
  seventh years where looking rather tired.
  Severus was too tired to eat, so he went off to bed. He crawled in after
  tossing on his nightdress. He fell strait to sleep.
  Choking! He couldn't breathe. He struggled but he couldn't move at all. It
  was light in the room and he could see Reigan sleeping just a few feet away,
  but no noise was coming out. Sheer terror welled up in him. He felt hot pain
  in his back and his breath wouldn't come. He was fighting the darkness when
  suddenly it was gone. He tumbled onto the floor gasping for air. He whimpered
  as he struggled to his feet, clutching at his soar throat.
  "Severus, what's wrong?" Reigan got out of bed pulling on his robes. "Are you
  hurt? My God..." He looked at him, then past him.
  He turned around. His sheets were soaked with blood. His clothes clung to
  him. The metallic smell filled his nose. He was shivering. He could feel
  something crawling down his leg but when he slapped at it, it was his own
  blood. He staggered and found himself being hauled up by Reigan. "It's ok,
  we'll get you to the hospital wing."
  Stumbling he made it down the steps. "Creavey!" He rapped sharply on the
  prefect's door. It opened a few moments later.
  "What happened?" He looked like he had been studying. His hair was messy and
  his shirt half buttoned.
  "Don't know...Get him to hospital, I'll get the head master." Severus found
  himself shoved into his enemy's hands. He tried to protest, but couldn't do
  anything but clutch handfuls of Creavey's robes to keep from falling.
  Sirius betrayed me again...I'm going to die this time. The morbid thoughts
  danced through his head as he was hefted over the seventh year's shoulder. He
  was running through the cold hall. It made him shake harder. Then they where
  going up steps...And more stairs, until he was sure he wouldn't survive. He
  never realized how many there where. And then they broke out onto the
  landing.
  It was wrong. The place was an astronomy tower...He was dropped onto the cold
  stone roof, to look up into the face of pure insanity. "I didn't get to
  finish before. And here, no one will hear you scream." Creavey pulled the tie
  from the front of Severus's dressing gown and forcibly tied his hands behind
  his back tightly with the ribbon. He was so tired and weak he couldn't fight
  it. His blood soaked nightdress was ripped down the back, and though he
  couldn't see he assumed there was a knife.
  Something cold touched his skin as the young man chanted something. "South to
  North, Apex to Poseidon's domain, I Evoke thee Eternals. Take vengeance upon
  the damned one bearing my mark." He carved something into his flesh at the
  speaking of south, north, apex, Poseidon, evoke, and eternals.
  "You thought I wouldn't discover this Voodoo thing and figure out what you
  were up to, did you?" He was jerked back by the hair and fell onto his bound
  hands. It made him grit his teeth as his hands were smashed and knuckled dug
  into the carvings in his back. Something was thrust in his face. The
  doll...His mother's doll...He had been trying so hard to help her with it...
  "The tables are turned demon." The same little meditative device meant to
  heal was suddenly tapped with a wand and he screamed. It felt as though his
  veins were filled with fire.
  "How dare you?!" He choked on anger, horror, and hate. He glowered. "DIE!"
  Blood was roaring in his ears as he willed Creavey to die. "DIE! YOU BASTARD
  DIE!" The doll fell from his hand. Severus's leg snapped as it hit the roof,
  but he didn't notice. "DIE!" Blood was running out his nose and ears.
  "DIE!!!" The wind hit Creavey with such ferocity he was shoved off of the
  roof.
  His screams were terrible. Severus didn't really care, he was trying to roll
  over onto his side. "Oh FUCK Snape!" It was Athena's voice.
  "Dear God, this is all my fault." Reigan was lifting him up, untying him. He
  was crying softly as he managed to free Snape.
  "I killed him. Do you think they are going to expel me?" Severus asked before
  picking up Creavey's wand. "Fin videl." He unarmed the little doll. "Lacarnum
  inflamari."
  "No, hush now, we need to get you some help." Athena took the wand from his
  trembling hand as Reigan wrapped his robes around the bloody and battered
  form of his roommate. "I'm shocked you are conscious."
  "I'm not..." He smiled at her before his head fell back and he knew nothing
  more of his problems.
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