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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-03-09 Words: 1429
****** What a Slytherin Does ******
by stepps
Summary
     What a Slytherin does with his ambitions of power, control, and
     pleasure.
He does everything because he is Slytherin, ambitious beyond control, ruthless
and selfish. Nothing has changed from the day he came to Hogwarts, or the day
he left. He did not suddenly discover morality or feel himself overcome with
guilt. Because Severus Snape is Slytherin, and Slytherins act in their own
self-interests first and foremost.
Severus saw weakness in his supposed master, read the madness in the Dark
Lord's eyes and knew that it would not be the man's abundant power and liberal
use of dark magic that would help him win. If he achieved anything at all, it
would be through luck and the scheming of his followers.
In 1981 Severus knew that he would not profit from following a madman. The
hysteria and fear that a pathetic, insubstantial rhyme whispered by a flea-
bitten gypsy caused – prophecy indeed – solidified Severus' resolve. He
betrayed his fellows the night the Dark Lord went chasing after a babe like
Herod. But it was nothing that a Slytherin wouldn't do.
For all that Severus seemed redeemed, spying for Dumbledore, in aid of Potter
and his ignorant group of freedom fighters and amateur sleuths, Severus still
had his own safety, his own ambitions and goals in mind. One could not be the
next Headmaster of Hogwarts if one was dead, imprisoned, or outcast from
society when the Dark Lord's insanity got the better of him and Potter's dumb
luck came into play.
In the mean time, Severus took just what he wanted at Hogwarts. Perhaps not the
Dark Arts position, but that would come in time.
What Severus took, many nights during the school year, and once even during a
social gathering in the summer, was Draco Malfoy.
Severus had looked at Draco first as the spoiled child of a hated brother in
arms; destined to be another cool, haughty pureblood prince among men. Men that
were easily manipulated with money and fear. Draco's appearance was certainly
very Malfoy. He had learned by the time Draco was entering his second year,
however, that within the cold porcelain doll copy of Lucius was a Black
temperament.
And Severus hated Blacks.
In Draco's second, third and fourth years Severus had glared at Draco and
sneered at his angry exchanges with classmates and rivals; with Potter,
Weasley, and Granger.
Unfortunately for Severus, he was also possessed of something of a… temper.
When Draco and Severus began shouting at each other in Draco's career advice
interview, Severus had seen something else entirely different in the boy. The
young man. Draco's hair had been imperfect, his face flushed with indignation
and his eyes sharp and emotional. And the boy – young man – had stood his
ground, been determined that what he wanted, he would get.
Just as Severus got what he wanted. Took what he wanted.
He had clamped a hand around Draco's throat, and another over his mouth and
told him that killing Potter was an admirable goal, but the truth was that
Draco lacked certain skill in curses and hexes, and if he wanted – truly wanted
– to get Harry Potter, Severus would help him towards his goal.
If the truth threatens to stand in the way of a Slytherin, a Slytherin lies.
Because Severus always did everything for himself, his own advancement and
want; because Severus never went to Dumbledore seeking forgiveness; because
Severus spies now to ensure the demise of the Dark Lord, but has no wish to
regain his morality, his honour; because of these things Severus felt no moral
issue in wanting a student. He feels no guilt in taking him now.
At first the young man struggled, his eyes wide and bright with fear. Because
despite Draco's boasting and strutting and general air of worldliness, he is
young and untouched. Severus likes this; being the sole person to touch this
cool doll filled with boiling emotions. The first time he took what he wanted
Draco was frightened and shocked, but of cause a Slytherin does not consider
the feelings of others when taking what he wants.
And Draco, being young, inexperienced, obviously inclined toward male company
(even if he wasn't conscious of the fact as yet), and above all absolutely
Slytherin, soon allowed Severus to take anything he liked. Because Draco was
getting what he wanted, too. Draco cursed and killed rats and birds and cats in
Severus' office with cool confidence and not a bit of pleasure where the cats
were concerned. And then, when another animal lay destroyed on the floor, Draco
turned to Severus and let himself be lead through the hidden door in the wall
of the office into Severus' bedchamber.
Severus remembered the first time he had run his hand over the smooth white
skin of Draco's chest and belly, remembered the shiver that had started in the
boy – young man – and had not stopped until well after their sweat and seed had
dried. Draco did not shiver anymore, but he was always so sensitive to touch.
Running a hand over his abdomen caused the boy to gasp. Touching the underside
of his upper arm, trailing a tongue from his elbow to his armpit made him
squirm and pant. Severus was always hard at the thought of that sound, the
sound of Draco panting with sensation.
Sensation was Severus' goal here. Sensation and pleasure. He would have it for
himself, and he would give it because it heightened his own tenfold. Otherwise
there would be no point. Slytherins were never pointless.
A Slytherin breaths in the musk of pleasure, he swallows the moisture and heat
of sensation. A Slytherin – Severus, and Draco both – grip skin and muscle,
kneading, massaging, causing their pale skin to colour with blood and heat and
sweat. Severus knows what can cause the most intense sensations; the pleasure
that hurts and hurts and draws the body tight. Throws back heads. Sends moans
and cries into the darkness.
Kisses and bites adorn Draco's thighs, just as they do his ribs and nipples.
Scratches ripple over the muscles of his back and line his arse in a cris-cross
of red and white and blue of bruises. Draco once made a comment on the Union
Jack state of his precious pureblood hide. Severus just sneered.
When Severus takes what he wants, he does it slowly, enjoying every last moment
of getting it, pulling it out, being begged to take it now! Faster! Please!
Because anybody can take what they want, but a Slytherin can make a person what
to give it to them. Severus plays with the boy's – young man's – entrance. He
pays it the same attention as his throat and thighs and nipples, massaging,
licking, biting. And when he enters Draco with two long fingers he does so with
utmost concentration because the sight of his digits, white and firm, moving
into that hot pink place… Severus savours the moan, the clench, and the
knowledge in both of them that there is no going back, and Severus has all of
Draco now.
Then, with Severus' fingers inside Draco, aching with the heat and press and
the need, they both know that Severus will have him again, and again, and will
always have from Draco what he wants. This Slytherin is his now, because this
Slytherin wants him too.
Sweat prickles out all over Draco's body as Severus moves within him. He seems
to be drawing the heat from inside the boy, drawing it outward with each pull
of his fingers, to appear as beads on that fine skin. The slickness moves
inside with Severus' fingers at a steadily faster pace. Severus does not loose
control as Draco does (who's cries are high and unconscious – independent voice
of his pleasure) but he increases speed, increases pressure at a measured rate.
Learned the first few times, and calculated now for the best results.
A cry cracks with strain. Severus does not hear his own panting, but he knows
that it is time. His own sweat and Draco's dampen his skin, his prick. In the
space of a heartbeat his is there in the heat and press and need. The want. And
he is taking back all the sensation, all the pleasure that he has given Draco
as the tightly drawn knot of the boy's own pleasure is released between them.
Slytherins do not rush. Severus moves steadily, holding Draco pliant beneath
him. He breathes in their scent. He exhales his pleasure into golden hair, onto
a damp throat.
When he reaches climax he is silent, but his body shouts triumph. His eyes
scream it.
Slytherins are always triumphant.
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