Fic update - You Can Ride My Broomstick Any Day, Harry
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
So, we left off with Draco barging in on poor ol' Sev. Whatever will happen...
Chapter Five: Draco Lucius Malfoy! Part One
"Sev," he greeted brusquely as the door swung back shut, and stood relatively unfazed as Severus’ wand was aimed at his throat. "Ah, you know, Sev, in some cultures they consider it rude to attack a guest before any ill intention is indicated."
Severus glowered at him from his seat, not moving his arm. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I know you are much better bred than to enter a person’s room without knocking, and I know you are much smarter than to enter my room without knocking." He lowered his wand and folded his hands on his table. "Now, what do you want? Or did you just barge into my room to have a nice little chat."
"I figured you’d know it was me," Draco shrugged. "Not many other people know your password."
"Which I am sorely regretting ever giving to you," Severus muttered.
Draco ignored him and continued talking as if Severus hadn’t said a word. "And yes, as a matter of fact, I did rather fancy a nice afternoon chat with my favorite godfather. You know, it being the weekend and all."
"Your only godfather." Severus rolled his eyes when Draco gave him the most charming look he could manage. Which was very charming, him being a Malfoy and all, but Severus had had too much experience and knew how to see past it. "Oh, don’t pull that face with me, you know it doesn’t get you anywhere."
"Couldn’t hurt to try," Draco grinned, who remained completely undeterred by Severus’ gruff mannerisms. He was now the fourth person in less than twenty-four hours - fourth! - who had acted as such, and it was rather disconcerting. They were behaving as if he weren’t a horrible, evil, homicidal ex-spy, and he was decidedly disgruntled at that fact.
Damn it, I’m losing my touch.
Draco seemed to know what Severus was thinking, and let out a chuckle of sorts, not even bothering to hide it. Severus was beginning to feel rather irked that so many people had begun to take liberties when dealing with him.
I’m supposed to be fearsome, damnit!
Sure, he was talking about his godson, his mentor, and two of his closest friends, none of which particularly had any reason to be afraid of him, even when he gave them his most malevolent glare, because they all knew he wouldn’t really harm them, and they knew, though he’d rather die than admit it, that he cared about them.
But honestly. They treat me like a fluffy little puppy dog.
Severus snorted at the mental image of him as a large, friendly Golden Retriever.
I should never have turned back to the Light. They wouldn’t assume I’m so cuddly if I hadn’t done so. Hell, even Black got to be a Grim. I ought to be something much more terrifying.
He changed his mental visual from the Golden Retriever, to a Rottweiler.
Much better.
Then he realized what he was doing, and cursed himself.
I’m imagining myself as a canine. I must have had much more alcohol than I realized.
Meanwhile, Draco was staring at him with no small amount of confusion, curiosity and concern on his face. "Sev?" he ventured. "Are you alright? You look a little…out of it."
Ah, so now he’s polite. Severus thought dryly. ‘Out of it’ indeed. We both know I’ve become a raving lunatic.
"I’m fine, Draco," Severus sighed heavily. "Things have just been…" Fucked up. "A little complicated."
Draco let out a snort. "No shit. You’ve obviously been hitting the old Firewhiskey, and for the past couple of days you’ve been acting…" Draco shrugged. "Rather like you’ve had the best shag of your life, really." His eyes suddenly lit with realizations. "You have, haven’t you?"
Severus was much too hung over to be processing Draco’s words. "I have, what?" He prepared to launch into his suspicion of Harry, as he had been longing to do for the entire morning, when his godson scoffed at him.
"Shagged, you prat. You’ve shagged someone."
Now. Alcohol is a substance well-known for slowing down one’s reaction, and the more of it you consume, the slower you react. And Severus had drunk a lot. As such, before he realized what Draco was saying, he was still on his initial roll of blaming the Boy-Who-Lived, and what came out as an apparent reply to Draco’s words was,
"It was H - Potter."
Draco gaped at him silently, jaw dropping open, mouth opening and closing wordlessly, like a fish. It was during this silence that the blonde’s words finally made it into Severus’ brain, and he choked.
They reacted at the same time.
Draco snapped out of his stupor, exploding at his godfather. "What?"
Severus was panicking, and jumped out of his seat. "No!"
It was a blur of words, yells and horrified looks from there.
"Potter?"
"I didn’t -"
"You shagged Potter?"
"- hear what you said, I -"
"Merlin, Sev!"
"- didn’t, I was trying to blame -"
"Potter?"
"Draco!"
It was obviously going nowhere, and Severus simply gave up trying to explain and instead he grabbed his godson by the shoulders, shaking him slightly as he looked him in the eye.
"Draco, no. I most certainly am not shagging H - Potter!"
Draco was still staring at him wide-eyed. Severus sighed deeply in resignation. "Really, Draco, I give you my word, I am not shagging him."
"T-Then w-why -" Draco stammered uncharacteristically, then hesitated, unable to complete his question.
"As you noted, Draco, I’ve been drinking, and as such, my reaction and its timing was rather…impaired."
"Oh," Draco said, almost meekly, as he tried to resolve the whole thing in his mind. "So…you’re not shagging Potter?"
"Most certainly not," Severus huffed, reluctant to admit to himself that part of his huffiness was the very fact that he was, indeed, not shagging Harry, and merely told himself that it was the suggestion that he would, that had left him appalled.
The young Slytherin before him let out a sigh of relief, and visibly relaxed. "Damn. That would have been hot."
Huh. Perhaps it wasn’t relief, or relaxation after all. In fact, it looked suspiciously like -
"Damn," Draco sighed again, then paused. "Well, I suppose it might have been vaguely creepy, since you’re my godfather and all, but…two attractive wizards together…both tall, dark and handsome…be still, my penis."
"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Severus took the few seconds he spent gaping at his godson to register what said godson had said. "Wait. You think we’re attractive?"
"Oh, come off it, Sev. You don’t honestly believe all that ‘great greasy git’ nonsense that the other students spout off, do you?" He rightly took the older wizard’s silence for agreement, and sighed. "Merlin, Sev. You’re hardly ugly, you just don’t present yourself well." He paused thoughtfully. "Kind of like Potter, actually. He’s cute, but doesn’t seem to give a damn about how he looks, so its not obvious. Of course, at least he doesn’t intentionally drown himself in Potions or scowl at everyone to scare them from taking a second look." He said the last part with a pointed look at his godfather, who was indeed wearing a scowl at that very moment.
"Y-you think Potter is…‘cute’?" Severus couldn’t keep the shock out of his voice.
Draco gave a careless shrug. "Well, yeah. Don’t you?"
"I - well, I - that is hardly an appropriate thing to ask me," Severus snapped. Then a thought occurred to him, as all the things Draco had been spouting off finally clicked into place. "Wait, Draco - are you gay?"
"As Gilderoy Lockhart." Severus stared at Draco, who stared back at him. "I thought you knew."
"Obviously, I didn’t." Draco snorted. Severus looked anxiously at his godson. "Why have you never told me?"
"I figured you’d figure it out. I mean, its pretty obvious, so I thought you’d have spot it by now. The whole it-takes-one-to-know-one, gaydar thing."
Draco’s comment struck him. "What do you mean, it takes one to…oh. You’re aware of my…preferences…as well?"
The blonde gave him a look that made it very clear that he was being very stupid about the whole thing, and a weak "Oh" was all he managed, as he sunk back down into his chair.
"So," Draco began. "Potter."
Severus startled. "What?"
Draco gave him a questioning look. "Potter. You said his name." At Severus’ blink, he rolled his silver eyes skyward. "I assume there’s a reason he was brought up, even if he’s not the one you’ve been shagging."
"I assure you, he is not." He paused, then realized how it might be construed, and hastily added, "I am not shagging anyone."
"Pity, that. It’d do you a world of good." Draco said flippantly, ignoring his godfather’s scowl and mused aloud. "So I guess Potter’s on the market after all…too bad he’s a Gryffindor."
"You mean, you - you would? With Potter?"
"I wouldn’t mind. He’d be more than a decent catch, as soon as he got cleaned up a little…a lot. And I bet he’d be a demon in bed. Don’t you think?"
Severus sputtered. "I - He - I do not wish to pursue this topic with you, Draco. Surely you have more appropriate candidates to discuss the attractiveness or sexual prowess of other students?"
"Oh, but none of them are as fun as you, Sev." Draco looked at him in scrutiny. "You know, you rather overreact every time I mention Potter."
"I do not!" Severus immediately defended himself.
Draco fixed him with a look. "Sure you’re not." He paused then asked, "Does this have anything to do with what you said to him yesterday?"
"No!" Severus yelped. "That was…it didn’t mean anything!"
Draco snickered at his behavior, when a look of realization suddenly dawned on his fine features, and he stared at Severus. "Oh my god."
"What?" Severus eyed the other Slytherin warily, not liking the triumphant expression on his face.
"You fancy Potter!" Draco pronounced, eyes glimmering wildly.
There should be a law against that sort of thing. Honestly.
Severus put on a most indignant expression. "I do not -"
"Don’t deny it, Sev. I can tell," Draco shushed him, and then a grin, almost maniacal in its glee, crossed his lips. "Merlin! I can’t believe you fancy Potter!"
Severus saw no point in arguing any further, and sighed despondently, then words began to tumble out of his mouth. "What does it matter if I do? He’s the bloody epitome of a perfect Gryffindor, and the savior of the damn world, and he’s twenty fucking years younger than me."
It was most unusual for Severus to be so forthright with his thoughts and emotions, and they both knew it. Draco simply blinked at the older man, who was immediately alarmed. The alcohol must have left him more uninhibited than he’d thought, for him to have had spoken the way he had, he realized with a groan.
Note to self: Do not consume so much goddamned alcohol.
However, the damage was done, and now Draco was staring at him with that perfectly arched brow - sweet Merlin, did he pluck them? Severus wondered, trying not to shudder at how flamboyant Draco was about his lifestyle - raised curiously.
Sighing heavily, he conjured up a chair and gestured to Draco to sit in it. After casting a charm to turn it into a tasteful leather chaise, Draco obliged, ignoring the look Severus was giving him. "I’m gay," he declared, as he arranged himself neatly on the seat, "and will not be ashamed to say that my arse is much too delicate to be subjected to generic vinyl." He gave Severus a look that was at once speculative and disapproving. "You really ought to develop better taste, Sev, if you want to pull a gay man. Honestly. If I weren’t fairly sure of the fact that you know your way around a good co- "
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, cease and desist at once!" Horrified, Severus hurried to cut him off before he could complete that train of thought.
Draco smirked.
Severus’ fingers sought out his temple.It’s going to be a very long day.
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Chapter Six!