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      Published: 2008-01-05 Words: 4707
****** Attitude Adjustment ******
by Alisanne
Summary
     Draco returns to Hogwarts his sixth year with quite the attitude.
     Severus helps him to adjust it.
Notes
     Written for Daily Deviant's Jaunyary 2008 Challenge: Everything old
     is new.
     Warnings: Explicit sexual content, chan (Draco is 16), spanking,
     dildos.
     Author's notes: Thanks to my wonderful beta, Sevfan, who manages to
     put up with me, and to Eeyore9990, who came up with the title.
~
Attitude Adjustment
~
Draco was going to be a problem, Severus quickly realized. The boy had returned
to Hogwarts after the summer holidays with an attitude desperately in need of
adjustment. Yes, he had always had an attitude, but this one was smug,
confident, self-important. It set Severus’ teeth on edge.
Albus, of course, had noticed, and in typical Albus style, offered useless
advice. “He just needs counselling, Severus,” he would say, “his home life is a
bit troubled. He may even be contemplating taking the Mark,” and Severus
couldn’t seem to find a way to explain to the old man that the last thing he
was inclined to do was get close enough to Draco Malfoy to counsel him. Not
with the way Draco had been eyeing him.
Unfortunately, that would have led to a discussion about why Severus was so
reluctant to have any contact with Draco, and... Severus shuddered. No, he
would manage on his own, without revealing his own proclivities to the
Headmaster.
Defence class was torture, with Potter and his cronies glowering at him from
one side of the room, while Draco licked his lips and posed on the other.
Sometimes Severus wished he hadn’t accepted this post at Hogwarts. Life would
have been so much simpler if he’d been an obscure potions maker somewhere.
After all, the heirs to powerful pure-blood families didn’t pursue you if you
were a simple working wizard. Nor did they make up inane excuses to see you
privately.
The explanations started out simply enough, but the glint in Draco’s eye
bespoke more than a desire to score well on Defence NEWTs.
“I have a question about today’s lesson, sir,” Draco murmured to Severus one
day during the second week of the term when his initial attempts to get Severus
alone had been rebuffed. “I believe I need assistance with my... wand work. Are
you available after class?”
Severus rolled his eyes. “Indeed. At your age? I should think you’d have
mastered wielding your wand by now, Mr. Malfoy,” he purred, and Draco flushed,
turning away to snarl at his beleaguered House mates.
Things got quiet after that, and Severus hoped that was the end of it, but he
hadn’t counted on Draco’s persistence. As he was grading in his office later
that week, he heard a knock on the door. He rolled his eyes. Albus had just
been there only minutes before, urging him once again to ‘counsel’ Draco.
“You are a mentor to him, Severus,” he had said over his objections.
If it’s you again, Albus, so help me Merlin... “Yes, what is it?”
The door opened slowly. “Sever... Oh, excuse me. I meant to say Professor
Snape,” a drawling voice said, and Severus closed his eyes and pinched his nose
to stave off his headache. He hadn’t time for this now. Or ever, really.
“Draco, what do you want?” he snapped.
Severus could hear the rustle of cloth as Draco sauntered up to his desk. “I
think you know what I want, Professor,” he purred, voice soft. “I have not been
that subtle after all.”
That was certainly true. “Are your parents aware of how blatantly you offer
yourself to a half-blood?” he asked harshly, looking up. He sucked in a breath
at the sight before him. Draco had unbuttoned the top few buttons of his robes
to show his neck and throat, and as Severus watched, Draco leaned forward,
hands splayed across the desk.
“Oh, I suspect Mother knows,” Draco said, licking his lips. “Father is still
incarcerated so I have no idea what his opinion is. It is of no import in any
event.” He pulled back his sleeve to show his mutilated left arm. “As you can
see, I am my own man now, an adult. I can make this and any decision I want.”
Severus’ eyes narrowed. “Foolish boy. You can scarcely decide what outfit to
wear every morning and you think you are prepared to be your own man?” He
sneered, eyeing the Mark for a moment, hoping his disappointment wasn’t
obvious. The fact that Draco had missed the irony of taking another man’s mark
and using that as a sign of his own independence made Severus sigh.
Draco pulled back, face flushed. “I... I thought you of all people would
approve,” he said, rolling down his sleeve. “Now you and I can be closer than
ever before because we are both Death Eaters in the inner workings of the Dark
Lord’s court. Maybe we can even share stories of our experiences.”
“Share stories? Experiences? You think being a Death Eater is some sort of
holiday or a game? And what makes you think that you are actually privy to our
Lord’s plans?” Severus stood up, pleased to see a flare of trepidation in
Draco’s eyes. “You think that being given one assignment means that you are
experienced about what being a Death Eater really is?”
“I’ve seen enough,” Draco muttered.
Severus shook his head. “You have seen nothing.”
“I was Marked.” Draco held up his arm. “And you know what that means.”
“It means you endured the first test,” Severus allowed. “Being Marked is
painful, but it’s nothing compared to what you’ll go through if you fail to
fulfil your assignment.”
Tossing his head, Draco seemed to be trying to look important, but only managed
to look nervous. “I have to do it. Mother told me about the Unbreakable Vow you
took, so now I know I shall succeed because you’ll be there to help.”
“I see. And you are determined because of the consequences to you and your
family if you do not?”
Draco nodded. “Yes. And I’ve seen something of what happens to those who
disappoint him. It’s just... I’ve never been to a revel,” he said, lowering his
eyes. “I almost went to one with Mother. I’ve heard rumours, of course. I hear
they even make them do... things to others, with others.”
“Indeed. And what sort of ‘things’ have you heard that people are made to do?”
Severus murmured. Draco blushed and he smiled. “Do you think you may have to
perform distasteful acts?”
“I... I don’t know!” Draco looked defensive. “I think that I need to prepare
for it.” Setting his jaw, Draco continued. “Look, I know what I may have to do,
but not how I have to prepare. And you’re the one who can help me, Severus. The
only one. I thought it would make sense since you’re attractive and--” He
paused at Severus’ sceptical look. “It’s true! I even had a bit of a schoolboy
crush on you last year.” He leaned forward once more, searching Severus’ face.
“I think I’ll have to do some exotic things at the revels and I want you to
teach me so I don’t make a fool of myself. And so I don’t get hurt.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Severus said flatly. “You are a mere
child--”
Draco interrupted. “They talk about you, you know. About how inventive you are.
About how you’re a master of sexual pleasure. About how much the Dark Lord
enjoys your displays.”
Eyes boring into Draco’s, Severus said evenly, “Is that so? And who, pray tell,
shared this information with you?”
“It doesn’t matter. I just know you’re the best, and Malfoys always have the
best. Why are you scowling? You don’t scare me.”
Severus smiled menacingly. “Ah, but I should scare you, Draco,” he said
silkily. “This situation you find yourself in should scare you.”
Draco swallowed hard and, pleased at the reaction, Severus circled the desk,
coming up behind him. Leaning in, he murmured in Draco’s ear. “So because you
have realized that you are in over your head, you think I should help you
prepare for a revel? What’s in it for me, Draco? What do I get out of it?”
“You have to help me! Mother made you promise--”
“To fulfil the assignment given you by our Lord if you cannot,” Severus said.
“I am quite sure she did not ask me to tutor you in the ways of erotic
pleasures.”
“But--”
“I am not finished. Did you know that your aunt often whips a Muggle or two
into submission at these revels? Before she kills them, of course. Did you know
that the revels are often used as a way to see Death Eaters punished, really
punished? I have even seen someone tortured with the Cruciatus Curse until they
begged for death.” Draco was shaking now and Severus smirked. “You think that
anything I do can prepare you for that? Draco, you’d best hope to Merlin that
you are never on the wrong end of our Lord’s wishes or your aunt’s whip.”
“Why would I be on the--?”
“Hush.” Severus nipped at Draco’s ear, smiling when he fell silent. “Your aunt,
in case you didn’t know, is insane. She is capable of many things and she is
favoured by the Dark Lord. Her idea of pleasure is... different, to say the
least. Anyone can end up on the business end of her whip, even you. You think I
can prepare you for that?”
“Mother would never allow--”
“Shut up.” Severus pressed close, gratified at the sudden intake of breath he
could sense. “Your mother is not who we are discussing here. We are discussing
you, and if you are truly ready to be a Death Eater with all it entails.”
“I am,” Draco choked out. “I want to uphold the Malfoy name.”
“Is that all?” Severus insinuated one leg between Draco’s and thrust his hips
forward emphatically. “And here I thought you wanted me to teach you how to
prepare for a revel, to learn about pleasure, and perhaps even some pain.”
“I... I do.” But Draco was trembling and Severus smiled. Perhaps he had managed
to frighten him into retreating.
“Do you? I see. Well, it’s clear you need some instruction or they will eat you
alive,” he murmured, moving away. “Report to my quarters at nine this evening.
Be naked beneath your robes. I shall see if you are trainable.”
Draco licked his lips and opened his mouth, but Severus interrupted. “You may
go now. And Draco? You will obey me in everything or you will regret it, am I
clear?”
With a nod, Draco backed out, closing the door behind him.
Severus strode over to the desk and sat down. He had a lot of grading to get
done now, especially as he probably would not be doing too much work over the
course of the evening. He closed his eyes and sighed. Merlin help him, but his
body was twitching in anticipation. It had been a long time since anyone had
shown interest in him. He’s merely a child, though. He doesn’t know what he’d
doing.
He bit back a groan. Unfortunately, Draco could no longer be considered a
child. He had taken the Mark, and every Death Eater no doubt saw him as a
target for their own perverted pleasures. Severus would have to prepare him
somehow.
His head snapped up. Or perhaps he could manage to dissuade Draco from further
involvement in the Death Eaters at all... Severus tapped his chin thoughtfully,
working out his strategy.
~
At precisely eight fifty-nine, Draco knocked on Severus’ door. Severus, who had
been sipping a snifter of Old Ogden’s, checked his watch. “Enter,” he called
out, steeling himself. It didn’t help.
When Draco slipped inside, Severus’ cock, which despite his best efforts had
been half hard all evening in anticipation, stiffened fully when he saw Draco’s
outfit.
The boy had chosen to wear formfitting green robes which, while they did
conceal the fact that he was naked beneath them, also served to emphasize his
athletic shape. Severus swallowed hard and reminded himself of his goal. He
would talk Draco out of this somehow.
“Punctuality is an excellent start,” he said. “Remove your robes and place them
on the chair next to you, then come here.” Severus’ eyes roamed Draco’s body
almost involuntarily as it was slowly revealed. He was not disappointed, and
his gaze dropped to Draco’s cock, noting it was half hard.
Severus took a steadying breath, once again reminding himself that this was a
purely clinical exercise. His body, however, did not seem to be listening,
responding as it was to the nubile boy before him.
Once Draco was naked, he hesitated and Severus raised an eyebrow. “If this had
been a revel you could have just earned yourself a lash from your aunt’s whip,”
he said. “Come here.”
Severus knew it was difficult to seem relaxed whilst being the only naked
person in a room, but Draco gave it a valiant try, and Severus had to give him
mental kudos for that. “Kneel,” he murmured when Draco reached his chair.
When Draco had settled, Severus took another sip of his drink and stood up,
slipping into lecture mode. “Often, newly initiated Death Eaters are forced to
endure the meetings naked,” he said after a long moment. “It is seen as a way
to remind them of their place. You should expect that, especially for your
first revel.”
He circled Draco’s kneeling body as he spoke, noting Draco’s eyes following his
movements closely. “Are you comfortable? Cold?”
Draco nodded jerkily. Severus saw that his shoulders were tensed and he smiled.
“There is nothing that prevents you from casting a wandless Warming Charm you
know, unless, of course, the Dark Lord tells you not to,” he said softly.
His head popping up, a flush spread over Draco’s face and he quickly mumbled
something under his breath, relaxing minutely a moment later.
“More comfortable?” Severus asked solicitously.
“Yes, thank you,” Draco murmured. “Is this all they’ll make me do? This isn’t
too bad.”
“If there is another Death Eater to punish, or if some unfortunate Muggles have
been captured then this is all you can expect, to be left kneeling and
shivering on a stone floor. By the way, you should strive to look as
uncomfortable as you can, lest it occur to someone that you may need some
punishment.”
“What sort of punishment?” Draco asked, looking up pertly.
Severus raised an eyebrow. Apparently his charge needed to be reminded of the
precarious position his decision had placed him in. Stopping in front of Draco,
Severus stared down at him. “Have you ever been fucked?” he asked.
Draco’s mouth fell open, and then he recovered. “I... Er...”
Severus smirked. “That is answer enough,” he said. “You are in a vulnerable
position when you are at a revel. If they get bored enough, if the Muggles do
not scream loudly enough, or if the repeated casting of the Cruciatus Curse
does not amuse, your arse could become the only source of entertainment that is
available.”
“My... arse?” Draco blanched.
“Or your mouth,” Severus said. “Or both. It really depends on who is present
and what sort of mood our Lord is in.”
“I’ve never...” Draco swallowed heavily, “...never done anything like that.”
“Perhaps you should rethink this idea of going to revels,” Severus said,
turning away. “I am sure that the Headmaster would...”
He paused when a hand moved its way up his calf to his thigh, and, turning
around, was floored to see that Draco had crawled towards him and was clutching
his leg. “What are you--?”
“Maybe if you do it first,” Draco said, looking up through his lashes, “then it
won’t be too bad if others do it to me.”
Severus froze, allowing Draco’s hand to move towards his crotch, and too late
it occurred to him that Draco would make a discovery if he got there.
“Absolutely not!” he said, only the last word came out on a bit of a groan as
Draco’s hand cupped his erection.
Draco blinked, then smiled. “You fraud,” he said. “You want me!”
“That is neither here nor th--”
“Someone’s going to do it, Severus,” Draco interrupted. “It may as well be
you.”
Severus narrowed his eyes. “You planned this,” he said quietly.
Draco sat back on his heels and licked his lips. “Well you weren’t letting me
get close to you.” He shrugged. “We could pretend we’re at a revel and you
could show me the possibilities.”
Severus collapsed into his chair. “Draco, why must you make this so difficult?”
Crawling over until he was kneeling before Severus’ knees, Draco smiled. “I am
not the one making things difficult here, Severus,” he said. “Why can’t you
just show me what would you do to me if you had to perform for the Dark Lord?
Would you fuck my mouth? Fuck my arse?” Leaning against Severus’ leg, Draco
straddled him, rubbing his cock up against him.
“You are impossible,” Severus growled. Leaning forward, he grabbed the back of
Draco’s neck, dragging him forward. “Fine. Suck me,” he rasped. “Since you are
so eager to be despoiled, I may as well do it.”
He kissed Draco fiercely, his tongue plundering his mouth while, with his other
hand, Severus deftly undid his trouser fastenings and bared his erect cock.
Pulling back, he pushed Draco’s face into his crotch. But if he had hoped to
shock the boy, however, he failed dismally.
As soon as he was close enough, Draco opened his mouth and sucked him in, his
tongue circling the slit before slipping inside to sample the clear fluid
welling up there. He pressed his hands to Severus’ knees, forcing them apart as
he wriggled closer and wedged his shoulders against them.
Severus’ head hit the back of the chair and he released Draco’s head, his hands
clutching the arms of his chair convulsively. “I suspect you --dear gods-- were
not being strictly honest when -- Merlin!-- when you said you had never done
this,” he panted, striving not to come immediately. Raising his head, he
watched with slitted eyes as Draco swallowed him whole.
Draco smiled triumphantly around the thick prick in his mouth and moved to take
more of Severus’ considerable length in his mouth. Sliding his way down the
shaft, Draco sucked so hard his cheeks were hollowed.
A gasp escaped Severus as he felt his prick hit the back Draco’s throat. The
tip of Draco’s nose was buried in the curls at the base of his cock, and when
Draco pulled back and adroitly ran his tongue over the vein on the underside,
Severus felt his balls drawing up.
“Stop,” he gasped, opening his eyes wider. “I’m going to-- Oh gods!” The breath
in his lungs stuttered at the incredible sight of Draco’s lips stretched around
him, his grey eyes filled with lust.
But Draco ignored him, keeping up his ministrations, only pulling back far
enough to dip his tongue into the slit and gather the moisture collected there.
“Mm,” he moaned, his throat vibrating around Severus. Severus groaned.
Reaching for Draco’s hair, he clenched his fist there, intending to pull him
off, but only succeeded in thrusting his cock deeper in Draco’s mouth. With a
rough cry, he came, warm cream spurting into Draco’s mouth and spilling down
his chin.
Severus collapsed into the chair, gasping for breath, but when he felt Draco’s
tongue licking the cooling come off his prick, he twitched. “Brat,” he gasped.
Draco chuckled. “I just sucked your cock, Severus. Don’t you think you should
be a bit nicer to me?”
“In case you did not know, I am not a nice man,” Severus growled, and in a fast
move, he sat forward and grasped Draco’s hair, pulling his away from his
oversensitized flesh. “And I suppose it’s time I proved it.”
Tears sprung into Draco’s eyes as he was pulled up by the hair and led down the
hallway. Severus was quick to notice that Draco’s erection didn’t seem to flag,
however.
They entered Severus’ bedroom, and Draco was pushed towards the canopy bed.
“Get on.”
Shivering slightly, Draco crawled onto the green coverlet and sat with his legs
spread, displaying himself.
Severus smiled dangerously and Draco’s eyes widened. “Do not get too
comfortable,” he purred. “Accio blindfold!”
“Severus, what are you--?” Draco fell silent as Severus advanced towards him.
“You want to know what I’m planning to do with you?” Severus asked silkily.
Draco blinked. “I... Yes.”
Leaning close, Severus stared into Draco’s eyes. “How unfortunate. You see,
Draco, you disobeyed me when I told you to stop, and now you shall reap the
consequences.”
“But--”
Severus placed one finger on Draco’s lips, silencing him. Smirk firmly in
place, he wrapped the blindfold around Draco’s eyes, tying it securely behind
his head.
“Incarcerous!”
Draco squeaked as he was trussed up and slowly suspended above the bed by
ropes. “What--?”
“If you persist in speaking without my permission, I shall find something
useful for you to do with that mouth,” Severus murmured.
“I already did something useful with it,” Draco said, a smile on his lips.
Severus raised a brow. “True. But I think I can come up with something else for
it to be occupied with. Accio dildo.”
“Dildo?” If Draco’s eyes had been visible Severus was sure that there would
have been some trepidation in them. “Where are you going to--mmph!”
“Suck on that,” Severus said. “While I enjoy the silence.”
He spelled the dildo to slide in and out of Draco’s mouth as he undressed, but
as he did so, Severus was also sure to continue to touch Draco lightly, a brush
of fingers on his arm, a pat on his head, all so that he knew Severus was still
there.
“Now, Draco,” he said after a long silence. “While I appreciate your
enthusiasm, I did tell you from the onset that you were to obey me in
everything, did I not?”
Draco could only nod his head.
“Then you agree that you deserve what I plan to do?” Without waiting for
acknowledgment, Severus whispered a spell, gratified to see Draco’s legs pulled
wider apart. Eyeing his now dripping cock, Severus murmured another spell,
seeing that it had taken effect when Draco stiffened. “Yes, I have made it
impossible for you to come until I allow it. We both know how wilful you are,
so it is necessary.”
Circling the bed, he eyed Draco’s arse. “I’m afraid I shall have to use the
method most commonly employed by parents to discipline errant children.”
He brought his hand down sharply in the rounded flesh, smiling as Draco arched,
pulling against his restraints. His cock grew redder as Severus ran the tip of
his finger over it, collecting some of the clear precome to taste.
“Perhaps I shall sample you later,” he whispered. “But for now, your punishment
awaits.”
It took several slaps to get Draco’s arse evenly reddened and fiery, and
Severus’ hand was smarting by the time he was done. He cast a Soothing Spell on
his hand, then turned back to the trembling body suspended over his bed. The
dildo was still working its way in and out of Draco’s mouth, and Severus waved
a hand, stopping it.
Removing it with a wet sound, he Summoned some lubricant and anointed it
generously.
Draco, now able to speak, said nothing, his breath coming in tiny gasps and
sobs.
“Did you think, Draco, that perhaps I had other plans for my cock earlier?”
Severus said. “You presumed that I wanted to come in your mouth, but perhaps I
wanted to come whilst elsewhere.”
Inserting a finger between Draco’s flaming arse cheeks, Severus stretched him
slowly, enjoying the moans that fell from Draco’s lips, and when he seemed
ready, Severus set the tip of the dildo in place, spelling it to slide in and
out.
“Oh fuck!”
Patting a reddened arse cheek, Severus said, “Yes, eventually. But for now, I
plan to do some of that sampling I mentioned before.” With that, Severus
kneeled on the bed and leaned over, sucking the tip of Draco’s magically bound
cock into his mouth.
“Wha-- OhfuckingMerlinonastick!”
Severus licked the shaft, savouring the scent and taste of Draco, rolling it on
his tongue before he slid his mouth all the way down. He moved slowly, the
filthy words spilling from Draco’s lips as he sucked him making Severus even
harder.
When Draco was almost delirious, Severus pulled off, smirking at the way
Draco’s prick was defying gravity and pointing toward Draco’s blindfolded face.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” was falling in an endless litany from his throat,
and Severus reached around him to twist the dildo firmly, eliciting a small
scream.
“So you see, Draco,” Severus said, “I really did have other plans earlier. And
now that you have been adequately chastised, I think I shall avail myself of
your arse, which is lovely when warm and pink like this. Perhaps I should keep
it this way.”
Removing the dildo, Severus swung Draco around and pulled him towards him. With
no further preparation but some lubricant on his cock, he sank into Draco’s
tightness, groaning at the sensation of being enveloped by silken muscles.
Severus fucked him hard, holding his hips steady so as to get good leverage.
“Ohgods! Severus...” Draco was wailing, his hands clenched in fists in a vain
attempt to hold on to anything. “Please...!”
Draco’s begging, combined with the clamp of those muscles around his cock made
Severus orgasm far sooner than he’d planned, his seed spurting into Draco’s
clenching hole.
Severus pulled Draco against him hard, grinding his hips as the last of his
come spilled from his body. Nipping Draco’s ear, Severus gasped, “You want to
come?”
Draco nodded frantically, and seconds later, Severus released the magical cock
ring that had been binding him. Draco arched hard, his cock spasming as his
semen pulsed out onto the bed, some even catching the curtains that draped the
canopy.
Collapsing against Severus, Draco was unable to speak for a long moment. “Dear
Merlin,” he finally whispered.
Severus removed the blindfold, watching as Draco blinked at the sudden light.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
Draco twisted his head to stare up at him. “Mm,” he said, a sated smile on his
face. “They were right. You are a master.”
Severus frowned. “And who are ‘they’ who told you this?”
Blushing, Draco said, “Don’t tell them I said, but it was Mother and Aunt
Bellatrix. I overheard them talking one evening.”
“We have discussed that your aunt is insane, yes?” Severus said dryly.
Draco chuckled. “In this I think she was entirely correct. So, um, am I
prepared for a revel now?”
Severus frowned. Was he still intent on pursuing this course? Well, he would
have to come up with more... inventive ways to dissuade him. “What we did was
fairly tame, actually,” he said silkily. “I think we’ll have to have some more
sessions for me to review some of the more exotic permutations. After all, it
doesn’t do to be ill prepared.”
When Draco acquiesced, he smiled. Counselling Draco Malfoy was going to work
out after all.
~
Severus was in a superb mood the next day. Nevertheless, he schooled his
features to portray his usual disdain as he strode into the Great Hall. It
wouldn’t do for people to guess that he’d had such an amazingly satisfying
evening.
By the time he sat in his customary seat, he had managed to deduct several
House points from some Gryffindors loitering about their table, and given the
dark looks Potter and his cronies were shooting his way, he was sure no one
suspected a thing. He nodded at Minerva and took his usual seat beside Albus,
managing to discreetly check the Slytherin table as he did so.
Draco looked perfectly coifed as always, and Severus smiled to himself and
relaxed minutely. The Malfoy mastery of Glamours was once more in evidence,
although his sharp eye could detect some strain to Draco’s manner. He doubted
anyone else would notice, however.
“I take it you had that counseling session with Mr. Malfoy?”
Severus nodded, managing to keep a straight face. “Indeed, you could say that.”
“It appears to have gone well.” Albus twinkled at him. “I knew you could come
to an arrangement with him. Keep up the good work!”
As Albus rose to leave the table, Severus smiled.
~
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