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bottom_dracoTitle: No Night But Tonight
Author: Mary Ann Summers
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Pairing: Draco/Snape
Summary: Draco has very little time before he must answer to the Dark Lord for his actions.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): none
Word Count: 2556
Draco felt the tug behind his naval and he was swept into the dark night. A moment later he found himself pressed against a cold, wooden floor in a dark room. He could only hope it was far away from Hogwarts, where Hagrid's hut was surely still burning and the Dark Mark was still bright in the sky.
"Get up," A familiar voice hissed in his ear as the weight lifted from his back. "Are you still in one piece?"
He sat up slowly, looking around in the darkness for the owner of the voice. Of course he recognized it immediately, no one else in the world had a voice like Severus Snape. Hearing it so close to his ear had sent chills down his spine, but Draco pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. Right now there were more pressing concerns, like where were they?
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to make out vague shapes of a bed and a small table with two chairs. A flash of light beside him made him jump slightly before he saw it was Snape lighting the fire place they happened to be sitting beside. With the dim light it was obvious now they were in a very small cabin. He could only assume that the Professor had brought him somewhere safe as their actions that night began to take effect.
"Where are we?" He finally asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"Safe." Snape answered simply before turning to fix his black eyes on
Draco. "I always make sure I have a safe place on hand, just in case.
We'll stay here a few days, then we'll report to the Dark Lord."
Draco nodded numbly. He could imagine what the Dark Lord's reaction would be to him failing in his mission to kill Dumbledore. Could it be that bad, though, since Snape had stepped in and done the job for him? Somehow he doubted that Voldemort would see it that way. He'd already seen men crucio'd for even the most minor offense, what would he do to someone who had failed on a mission that the Dark Lord himself had planned?
In the back of his mind he wondered about his father's fate. Would his failure also mean that his father would never make it out of Azkaban? Or worse yet, would the Dark Lord kill his father? His heart already ached at the memory of his mother crying because her husband was not there with her, could he cause that pain to be so much worse?
"Sit down..." Snape's voice once again broke his thoughts.
Draco didn't question, just numbly stood and shuffled the few steps to the chair at the little table. He looked over and found his teacher filling a kettle with water. Tea would be nice, he thought, aware of the pang in his stomach from being too nervous to eat all day.
"Professor Snape.." He began, but was cut off by a raised hand.
"I'm not Professor any more," He drawled. "Perhaps you should just call me Severus. We had quite the bonding moment tonight, don't you think?"
He frowned at the sarcasm in Snape's voice, but he was too tired to be mad at him. Besides, outside of his father this was the man he looked up to the most. The one who'd done his task for him, which might be the thing that saved his life. So if he wanted to give him a few jabs, he probably deserved the right to do it.
"Pro...Severus," The name sounded unfamiliar in his mouth. "Was it...was it that bad? What happened tonight?"
Snape turned and looked at him as if he was a complete moron, so Draco went on to try to explain himself. "I mean..the Dark Lord..is he going to be upset about this? Dumbledore's dead, after all.."
"While I think he'll rejoice at the death of Dumbledore, if you think he isn't going to hold you to account for not finishing the task yourself you are gravely mistaken."
"Draco," The greasy haired man turned to him with a resigned expression.
"You will have to answer to the Dark Lord. And soon. I can keep you here for a few days, but ultimately you have to face him."
He nodded, running his hands over his face and wishing he was anywhere than in this situation. Fingers traced through white blond hair and then rested flat on the cold table top in front of him.
"Do you think he's going to kill me?" His voice was soft and he sounded very much his seventeen years at that moment.
"I don't know..." Snape admitted as he set a mug of tea in front of the boy. "Drink this, then get some sleep. It has been a very taxing day."
Draco didn't think he would ever be able to sleep, but after a few sips of his tea he felt a sleepy warmth start to spread through his body. He was reasonably sure Snape had spiked his tea with firewhiskey and he didn't mind one bit. After draining the mug he stumbled over to the small bed against the wall and collapsed on it. Whether death was waiting for him or not, sleep would have him now and give him release from the most horrible day of his life so far.
*****
Draco wasn't sure how long he had slept, only that it was still very dark in the cabin. As he groggily shifted and stretched he noticed there was now a blanket covering him. It was a nice touch and it reminded him of a time when he had just been a normal teenager, which seemed a very long time ago.
Wondering where Snape had gone to he rolled onto his stomach and looked around the tiny space. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light and he found the other man standing at the table. His black coat and the white shirt he usually wore under it were on the surface beside him. It appeared to Draco that he was casting a cleaning charm on himself and he couldn't take his eyes away from Snape's body.
His bare back was turned to him, broad and smooth looking in the firelight. When he changed positions Draco was surprised to find that his chest, though skinny, was also lightly muscled. Actually, he was much better looking then Draco had ever imagined.
It was then he started feeling himself moving, trying to be as quiet as possible. There had been many times he had tried to imagine what his mentor looked like under the heavy black robes he usually wore. Draco had fantasized even more times what might happen once the robes came off.
And now his fantasy was playing out in front of him. Only this time, the fantasy was real and Draco had a chance to seize it. There was the very real possibility that he might die in a few days. It would be ridiculous to let this opportunity pass through his fingers. He had just become a man, and no man wanted to die a virgin. And he could think of no one else he would want his first time to be with.
Now there was just the problem of convincing Snape of that, considering that the other man might not be interested in that all. Just because Draco himself had always been rather ambivalent if his snogging partners were male or female didn't mean that his former teacher was the same.
But, he thought as he carefully slid off the bed and crept towards the man before him, there was only one way to find out. When Snape reached out for his shirt, Draco put his hand over his. And when the other man turned at the touch, a surprised look on his face, he leaned in and placed a firm kiss on the thin lips. His mentor didn't pull away from him, instead giving a firm reply before pulling away.
"Careful, Draco..." Snape sighed in the darkness. "You're treading into territory you know nothing about."
"I know exactly what I'm doing." He replied determinedly, reaching to kiss the older man again and sighing in frustration when he pulled just out of reach. His fingers ran slowly up Snape's bare arm, just barely skimming the Dark Mark that matched the one he wore.
"I think you are desperate." Snape drawled, looking more wistful then annoyed, not recoiling from the touch. "A young man with your looks and connections could have anyone."
"You don't understand, do you?" Draco said softly. "I'm not desperate. It's always been you. Ever since I was old enough to have those sort of feelings I've been thinking about you."
He bent in and claimed Severus' mouth again, his hands moving along the firm chest until they were on his bare back, spreading to feel every inch of skin in their path. Draco could feel himself already beginning to grow hard as he pushed his body against the older man's.
Snape's hands tentatively rested on his back, and Draco found feel them before more sure by the moment as their lips and tongue began a languid dance. This was certainly better at bewitching the senses then anything he'd ever learned in Potions class.
The older man shifted against him and Draco could feel that he was as aroused as he was. His stomach fluttered as groin rubbed against groin, erections straining through the layers of fabric that separated them.
"All these years..." Snape's voice was thick with desire as he began to unbutton Draco's shirt with quick, nimble fingers. "And I've never slept with a student."
Once the buttons were undone Draco shrugged the garment off his shoulders, his hands moving down the other man's lightly haired chest to the waistband of his pants. "I thought you said you weren't a professor anymore."
"Oh hush," He grumbled and aggressively seized Draco's mouth, his hands moving to stroke him through the black fabric of his school issued trousers. Draco pressed against the touch, groaning softly. And when the hand moved much too soon, he gave a little noise of protest.
"Bed." Snape commanded, pulling away from him and ridding himself of his pants on the way. He was starting to take the lead and Draco was grateful for that. He'd never gotten to the part of taking clothes off with either gender.
Draco shed his own trousers and shoes before joining Snape on the small bed. There wasn't much room and thankfully they didn't need it. He wasted no time pouncing on the older man, kissing him passionately as his cock begged for more contact. He growled in response, hands roaming a nearly hairless chest hardened by years of playing Quidditch.
"Please..." Draco finally moaned, his hand sliding down Snape's stomach and finding the second surprise of the evening...the former Potions Master was very well endowed. Snape hissed in response, seizing Draco's cock firmly in his own hand, beginning to stroke the shaft expertly. Draco's movements were not as sure, but the soft groan that came from his mentor told him he was doing it well enough.
After a few moments Snape's hand was upon his, pulling it off of his cock. Draco was nearly quivering with pleasure and he looked at the other man in confusion, not sure why he had moved the hand that was obviously pleasing him. With a surprisingly tender kiss, Snape drew closer still to him and engulfed both of their erections in one large hand, slicking the cloudy beads of fluid at the tips over them both to make the movements he began smooth.
"Pro...Severus..." Draco moaned and closed his eyes. The touch was exquisite, everything he'd imagined it would be and perhaps more. He knew he wouldn't last nearly as long as he did with his own hand, and that was fine. They were here, the fantasy turned into reality.
The pleasure continued to climb until he couldn't seem to draw a steady breath, and his body was singing with delight. And then Snape's hand was gone again. His eyes snapped open, surprised to find the other man wielding his wand.
"On your knees," He growled lowly in a tone that made Draco's cock twitch. Obeying immediately, he moved to his hands and knees, heart rate rising with excitement and a touch of fear.
A flick of Snape's wand sent a small vial of oil from his robes to his hand. He set the wand aside and dribbled a few drops of the liquid onto his fingers. Then he rose behind him on his own knees, the older man's cock straining against Draco's thigh. But when he felt the first finger at his entrance, it was surprisingly gentle.
"Relax," Snape whispered into his ear as he carefully slid a finger inside of him.
Draco shifted a little as he felt the slight burn of intrusion. He'd spent a lot of time looking at Snape's hands and now one of the thick fingers was inside of him, slowly moving out most of the way before pressing back in again. After a few strokes the burn was gone and he was breathing hard again, his cock pulled tightly to his belly. When Snape added a second finger he whimpered in delight.
Once he had thoroughly stretched his former student, Snape took his fingers away and guided his cock to Draco's now relaxed entrance. He took a deep breath as he felt an intrusion much larger than the other man's fingers and a deeper burn. It was border lining on painful as Snape pushed forward until he was fully seated inside of Draco.
As his hips began to move slowly, Snape's hand snaked around the front of Draco's body and gripped his cock, stroking it in time to his steady thrusts. Soon the burning turned to pleasure and he found himself rocking back against each thrust, his body begging for more. Behind him, he heard Snape moan throatily and the thrusts began to speed up, the hand on his cock still keeping time with his hips. Soon Draco couldn't hear his mentor's grunts over the sound of his own groans and sighs of delight. Then the hand moved just a bit faster than cock and he snapped, giving a cry of delight as he spilled over into Snape's hand. That was all the Potions Master could take it seemed, and after several hard thrusts he gave a similar cry, finding his release inside of Draco.
Suddenly Draco felt like he couldn't hold his own body upwards and let himself collapse to the lumpy surface of the small bed. Snape was breathing hard, but he stopped to grab his wand and set a cleaning charm over them both before he followed his young lover to the mattress.
Draco shifted to rest his body against Snape's. He smiled slightly in the dark when he felt the other man's arm curl around him. The experience had been even better then he'd imagined it would be. Nestling his head against his mentor's shoulder he closed his eyes.
Soon he would have to give account to the Dark Lord, but now he had even more reason to fight to survive.
Author: Mary Ann Summers
Prompt: #009 by
bootsy_minePairing: Draco/Snape
Summary: Draco has very little time before he must answer to the Dark Lord for his actions.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): none
Word Count: 2556
Draco felt the tug behind his naval and he was swept into the dark night. A moment later he found himself pressed against a cold, wooden floor in a dark room. He could only hope it was far away from Hogwarts, where Hagrid's hut was surely still burning and the Dark Mark was still bright in the sky.
"Get up," A familiar voice hissed in his ear as the weight lifted from his back. "Are you still in one piece?"
He sat up slowly, looking around in the darkness for the owner of the voice. Of course he recognized it immediately, no one else in the world had a voice like Severus Snape. Hearing it so close to his ear had sent chills down his spine, but Draco pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. Right now there were more pressing concerns, like where were they?
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he began to make out vague shapes of a bed and a small table with two chairs. A flash of light beside him made him jump slightly before he saw it was Snape lighting the fire place they happened to be sitting beside. With the dim light it was obvious now they were in a very small cabin. He could only assume that the Professor had brought him somewhere safe as their actions that night began to take effect.
"Where are we?" He finally asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"Safe." Snape answered simply before turning to fix his black eyes on
Draco. "I always make sure I have a safe place on hand, just in case.
We'll stay here a few days, then we'll report to the Dark Lord."
Draco nodded numbly. He could imagine what the Dark Lord's reaction would be to him failing in his mission to kill Dumbledore. Could it be that bad, though, since Snape had stepped in and done the job for him? Somehow he doubted that Voldemort would see it that way. He'd already seen men crucio'd for even the most minor offense, what would he do to someone who had failed on a mission that the Dark Lord himself had planned?
In the back of his mind he wondered about his father's fate. Would his failure also mean that his father would never make it out of Azkaban? Or worse yet, would the Dark Lord kill his father? His heart already ached at the memory of his mother crying because her husband was not there with her, could he cause that pain to be so much worse?
"Sit down..." Snape's voice once again broke his thoughts.
Draco didn't question, just numbly stood and shuffled the few steps to the chair at the little table. He looked over and found his teacher filling a kettle with water. Tea would be nice, he thought, aware of the pang in his stomach from being too nervous to eat all day.
"Professor Snape.." He began, but was cut off by a raised hand.
"I'm not Professor any more," He drawled. "Perhaps you should just call me Severus. We had quite the bonding moment tonight, don't you think?"
He frowned at the sarcasm in Snape's voice, but he was too tired to be mad at him. Besides, outside of his father this was the man he looked up to the most. The one who'd done his task for him, which might be the thing that saved his life. So if he wanted to give him a few jabs, he probably deserved the right to do it.
"Pro...Severus," The name sounded unfamiliar in his mouth. "Was it...was it that bad? What happened tonight?"
Snape turned and looked at him as if he was a complete moron, so Draco went on to try to explain himself. "I mean..the Dark Lord..is he going to be upset about this? Dumbledore's dead, after all.."
"While I think he'll rejoice at the death of Dumbledore, if you think he isn't going to hold you to account for not finishing the task yourself you are gravely mistaken."
"Draco," The greasy haired man turned to him with a resigned expression.
"You will have to answer to the Dark Lord. And soon. I can keep you here for a few days, but ultimately you have to face him."
He nodded, running his hands over his face and wishing he was anywhere than in this situation. Fingers traced through white blond hair and then rested flat on the cold table top in front of him.
"Do you think he's going to kill me?" His voice was soft and he sounded very much his seventeen years at that moment.
"I don't know..." Snape admitted as he set a mug of tea in front of the boy. "Drink this, then get some sleep. It has been a very taxing day."
Draco didn't think he would ever be able to sleep, but after a few sips of his tea he felt a sleepy warmth start to spread through his body. He was reasonably sure Snape had spiked his tea with firewhiskey and he didn't mind one bit. After draining the mug he stumbled over to the small bed against the wall and collapsed on it. Whether death was waiting for him or not, sleep would have him now and give him release from the most horrible day of his life so far.
*****
Draco wasn't sure how long he had slept, only that it was still very dark in the cabin. As he groggily shifted and stretched he noticed there was now a blanket covering him. It was a nice touch and it reminded him of a time when he had just been a normal teenager, which seemed a very long time ago.
Wondering where Snape had gone to he rolled onto his stomach and looked around the tiny space. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light and he found the other man standing at the table. His black coat and the white shirt he usually wore under it were on the surface beside him. It appeared to Draco that he was casting a cleaning charm on himself and he couldn't take his eyes away from Snape's body.
His bare back was turned to him, broad and smooth looking in the firelight. When he changed positions Draco was surprised to find that his chest, though skinny, was also lightly muscled. Actually, he was much better looking then Draco had ever imagined.
It was then he started feeling himself moving, trying to be as quiet as possible. There had been many times he had tried to imagine what his mentor looked like under the heavy black robes he usually wore. Draco had fantasized even more times what might happen once the robes came off.
And now his fantasy was playing out in front of him. Only this time, the fantasy was real and Draco had a chance to seize it. There was the very real possibility that he might die in a few days. It would be ridiculous to let this opportunity pass through his fingers. He had just become a man, and no man wanted to die a virgin. And he could think of no one else he would want his first time to be with.
Now there was just the problem of convincing Snape of that, considering that the other man might not be interested in that all. Just because Draco himself had always been rather ambivalent if his snogging partners were male or female didn't mean that his former teacher was the same.
But, he thought as he carefully slid off the bed and crept towards the man before him, there was only one way to find out. When Snape reached out for his shirt, Draco put his hand over his. And when the other man turned at the touch, a surprised look on his face, he leaned in and placed a firm kiss on the thin lips. His mentor didn't pull away from him, instead giving a firm reply before pulling away.
"Careful, Draco..." Snape sighed in the darkness. "You're treading into territory you know nothing about."
"I know exactly what I'm doing." He replied determinedly, reaching to kiss the older man again and sighing in frustration when he pulled just out of reach. His fingers ran slowly up Snape's bare arm, just barely skimming the Dark Mark that matched the one he wore.
"I think you are desperate." Snape drawled, looking more wistful then annoyed, not recoiling from the touch. "A young man with your looks and connections could have anyone."
"You don't understand, do you?" Draco said softly. "I'm not desperate. It's always been you. Ever since I was old enough to have those sort of feelings I've been thinking about you."
He bent in and claimed Severus' mouth again, his hands moving along the firm chest until they were on his bare back, spreading to feel every inch of skin in their path. Draco could feel himself already beginning to grow hard as he pushed his body against the older man's.
Snape's hands tentatively rested on his back, and Draco found feel them before more sure by the moment as their lips and tongue began a languid dance. This was certainly better at bewitching the senses then anything he'd ever learned in Potions class.
The older man shifted against him and Draco could feel that he was as aroused as he was. His stomach fluttered as groin rubbed against groin, erections straining through the layers of fabric that separated them.
"All these years..." Snape's voice was thick with desire as he began to unbutton Draco's shirt with quick, nimble fingers. "And I've never slept with a student."
Once the buttons were undone Draco shrugged the garment off his shoulders, his hands moving down the other man's lightly haired chest to the waistband of his pants. "I thought you said you weren't a professor anymore."
"Oh hush," He grumbled and aggressively seized Draco's mouth, his hands moving to stroke him through the black fabric of his school issued trousers. Draco pressed against the touch, groaning softly. And when the hand moved much too soon, he gave a little noise of protest.
"Bed." Snape commanded, pulling away from him and ridding himself of his pants on the way. He was starting to take the lead and Draco was grateful for that. He'd never gotten to the part of taking clothes off with either gender.
Draco shed his own trousers and shoes before joining Snape on the small bed. There wasn't much room and thankfully they didn't need it. He wasted no time pouncing on the older man, kissing him passionately as his cock begged for more contact. He growled in response, hands roaming a nearly hairless chest hardened by years of playing Quidditch.
"Please..." Draco finally moaned, his hand sliding down Snape's stomach and finding the second surprise of the evening...the former Potions Master was very well endowed. Snape hissed in response, seizing Draco's cock firmly in his own hand, beginning to stroke the shaft expertly. Draco's movements were not as sure, but the soft groan that came from his mentor told him he was doing it well enough.
After a few moments Snape's hand was upon his, pulling it off of his cock. Draco was nearly quivering with pleasure and he looked at the other man in confusion, not sure why he had moved the hand that was obviously pleasing him. With a surprisingly tender kiss, Snape drew closer still to him and engulfed both of their erections in one large hand, slicking the cloudy beads of fluid at the tips over them both to make the movements he began smooth.
"Pro...Severus..." Draco moaned and closed his eyes. The touch was exquisite, everything he'd imagined it would be and perhaps more. He knew he wouldn't last nearly as long as he did with his own hand, and that was fine. They were here, the fantasy turned into reality.
The pleasure continued to climb until he couldn't seem to draw a steady breath, and his body was singing with delight. And then Snape's hand was gone again. His eyes snapped open, surprised to find the other man wielding his wand.
"On your knees," He growled lowly in a tone that made Draco's cock twitch. Obeying immediately, he moved to his hands and knees, heart rate rising with excitement and a touch of fear.
A flick of Snape's wand sent a small vial of oil from his robes to his hand. He set the wand aside and dribbled a few drops of the liquid onto his fingers. Then he rose behind him on his own knees, the older man's cock straining against Draco's thigh. But when he felt the first finger at his entrance, it was surprisingly gentle.
"Relax," Snape whispered into his ear as he carefully slid a finger inside of him.
Draco shifted a little as he felt the slight burn of intrusion. He'd spent a lot of time looking at Snape's hands and now one of the thick fingers was inside of him, slowly moving out most of the way before pressing back in again. After a few strokes the burn was gone and he was breathing hard again, his cock pulled tightly to his belly. When Snape added a second finger he whimpered in delight.
Once he had thoroughly stretched his former student, Snape took his fingers away and guided his cock to Draco's now relaxed entrance. He took a deep breath as he felt an intrusion much larger than the other man's fingers and a deeper burn. It was border lining on painful as Snape pushed forward until he was fully seated inside of Draco.
As his hips began to move slowly, Snape's hand snaked around the front of Draco's body and gripped his cock, stroking it in time to his steady thrusts. Soon the burning turned to pleasure and he found himself rocking back against each thrust, his body begging for more. Behind him, he heard Snape moan throatily and the thrusts began to speed up, the hand on his cock still keeping time with his hips. Soon Draco couldn't hear his mentor's grunts over the sound of his own groans and sighs of delight. Then the hand moved just a bit faster than cock and he snapped, giving a cry of delight as he spilled over into Snape's hand. That was all the Potions Master could take it seemed, and after several hard thrusts he gave a similar cry, finding his release inside of Draco.
Suddenly Draco felt like he couldn't hold his own body upwards and let himself collapse to the lumpy surface of the small bed. Snape was breathing hard, but he stopped to grab his wand and set a cleaning charm over them both before he followed his young lover to the mattress.
Draco shifted to rest his body against Snape's. He smiled slightly in the dark when he felt the other man's arm curl around him. The experience had been even better then he'd imagined it would be. Nestling his head against his mentor's shoulder he closed his eyes.
Soon he would have to give account to the Dark Lord, but now he had even more reason to fight to survive.
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