Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7891780. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Draco_Malfoy/Severus_Snape Character: Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy Additional Tags: Drama, Romance, Mpreg Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2003-02-07 Words: 1373 ****** Midnight Stroll ****** by Story by Smutty Buddy Art by Naughty McNaught [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary Draco is strolling one night, patrolling the halls. is he aware of what will meet him in the shadows of the school? Notes This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. Author's notes: FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED! Hey Ho for the Draco-Snape love train. Midnight Stroll A/N: this is a team effort. I, Smutty Buddy, hath written this fic and my colleague Naughty McNaught hath made the beautiful artwork that goes hand in hand with this. You can view them here: http://snapeluvdraco.tripod.com/ story2.jpg , and here http://snapeluvdraco.tripod.com/story3.jpg . FEEDBACK is greatly appreciated. THANK YOU and enjoy. He was strolling down the hallways one night. It was a usual thing for him to do, as he was a Slytherin prefect, and it was his duty to patrol the lonely corridors at night, keeping an eye out for trouble-makers. He paused his absent-minded thoughts of random things for one moment to recall his youth. When he was a few years younger, he had been the one, darting through the shadows od the night, dodging the prefects. One of his greatest adverseries was Percy Weasley. He loathed those days. But now, he was on the top. He had full control over what endured in the night time hallways of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He used his time alone very wisely. It was very rare that Draco Malfoy was ever completely alone. He was always being flanked by his two lackies, Crabbe and Goyle. He had grown into one of the slickest, sexiest boys in school, so he usually had a gaggle of girls surrounding him too. He could have had his pick of any of the lot. He had the world at his fingertips. But he didn't want any of that. He didn't know what he wanted. Under all the cool confidence and suave attitude was a scared little sixteen year old boy, confused and overwhelmed by all the options that fell before him. As he sauntered down the hall way that one night, he stopped at a mirror that was on a wall. He stood before it, and eyed himself critically. He was tall and slender, and had just enough upper body muscles to aide in his Quidditch game. His silver blonde hair was slicked back, in the style he had worn it in for years. His grey eyes seemed brooding, as if they had a thousand stories to tell, but no audience to share them with. Yes, dear Draco was a lonely boy. He sighed and turned to continue his surveillence, until he heard some footsteps clambering down the hall. They sounded like big boots, and the steps were taken in long, proud strides. Draco knew this could only be one person. He sighed again and leaned against the wall, waiting for his encounter. Professor Snape appeared suddenly and Draco caught his eye. His pace slowed up a bit, and his expression became softer. "And what do you think you are doing out at this hour, Master Malfoy?" he said oily. Draco shrugged. "I'm a prefect now. I can do as I please, when I please. I find it annoying that I need to remind you that every bloody night." Snape's mouth curled into a sick, little smile. "So snappy in the wee hours of the morning. You'll be wise to clean up that tone." Draco stared sullenly at the floor. He didn't care if he was being rude to a teacher. He didn't care about much these days. It seemed like he was living and breathing, but not feeling anything. He used to take such pride in making the lives of Potter, Weasley, and Granger miserable, but lately, he had found that all to be very mundane. He needed a change in his life. He needed committment to something. Snape dared to approach the boy a little closer. He dared to lay a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Such troubled eyes, my young wizard. I find myself wondering what is going on in that head of yours." Draco was surprised at the sudden display of concern from Snape. Their relationship had always been teacher to prize student. What was happening now? "You have so much going for you, young man," breathed Snape. "You're quite the prize for any lucky person. So smart, so clever... so handsome... so intriguing."  Snape placed his hand from Draco's slender shoulder, to the back of his neck. He stroked it softly, and Draco could feel all the hair on his body stand up on end. It felt... amazing. Draco looked up at his dark Potions professor. He sighed for a third time, only this time, it was in lust. He knew what they both wanted, and it seemed so possible. Snape bent down a bit and kissed Draco on the lips, full and steady. Draco felt a liquid warmth, flowing through his body, all at once. Draco moved his hands up to Snape's head, and moved them fluidly through his long, tangled hair. Snape moaned in pure rapture, and Draco was pressed up against the wall. He moved his hands up and down Snape's long body, and started to unclasp his dark robes. Snape stayed still and nibbled on Draco's ears, as he worked to get both of their robes off. Finally, the robes were tossed on the floor, a forgotten heap of material. They collapsed to the floor, and Draco was now sitting on top of Snape, sucking on his neck. It tasted delicious to him, it was just the taste he had been longing for. Snape worked at getting Draco's shirt off, as Draco scraped his back with his fingernails in PURE ecstasy. Snape let out a cry and furiously ripped his student's shirt off. "I want you NOW," growled Snape. "I want you sooner than that," shot back Draco. Snape tossed his own shirt aside and quickly turned to the buckles on Draco's pants. He undid the buckle smoothly with his teeth and ripped the pants down. Draco was exposed. He shovered as the cool air hit his parts. The corner of Snape's mouth curled up in twisted delight as he bent down and kissed the smoothness of Draco. He carefully cupped his balls, and held them gently in his palm. Draco sighed heavily, and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. Snape placed his mouth around Draco's quivering tuminesence and sucked, he sucked for joy. Draco wiggled around in an emotion that can only be described as raw, carnal pleasure. After a fair amount of time, Draco climaxed and came in Snape's welcoming mouth. Draco sighed and leaned against his lover, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. But then it was Draco's turn. He got on his knees and expertly slid Snape's trousers down. It was Snape's turn to gasp as the cool air hit him. He was fully erect, not a surprise to Draco. Draco happily moved his hand sup and down his shaft, completely enjoying the look of rapture on Snape's face. He went down to kiss Snape's oily skin, and took him into his mouth. He velt Snape's veins throb in his mouth, generating a sense of electricity through Draco's whole body. Draco's worked harder and harder, and Snape became harder and harder, until he climaxed fully, deep into Draco's throat. Draco sat up, stroked Snape's member softly, and then leaned against him. Snape mumbled something that sounded like a spell, "Impregnata Semptertortia." Snape put his arms around Draco and held him closely, possessively. They both sighed and looked at each other, gazing into the satisfaction of each other's eyes. "So," Draco began smoothly, "I'm guessing this will boost my Potions grade by alot." "Quite the contrary." Snape smiled cruelly. "I may have to give you detention." "What the hell for?!!?" Draco moved away definatly, zipping up his pants. Snape slid over to Draco. "For mouthing off to me," he cooed. Draco grinned, and leaned his head against Snape's shoulder again. "What was that spell you mumbled before, Severus?" Snape smiled tenderly. He took Draco's hand and placed it on his stomach. Draco gasped in shock as he felt his warm, raised, fertile stomach. "You mean, I knocked you up??" Snape nodded. Draco smiled proudly. "Well I'll tell you one thing. We AREN'T naming him Harry!" They shared a laugh, and a kiss. For the rest of the night until morning, they layed there in happy silence. They had everything to be happy about. 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