drabble for bluerose16 (Snape/Draco, post-Sectumsempra incident)
Title: Trials and Healing (ugh, lame)
Author: V.M. Bell
Summary: Severus backed away and headed towards the exit. It was when his hand was perched upon the brass doorknob did Draco react. His voice was raspy, no louder than a whisper. “Please.”
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR.
Rating: G
Pairing: Snape/Draco (v. light, though)
Word Count: 308
Author's Notes: Written per bluerose16's request, which asked for Snape/Draco after the Sectumsempra incident. I am not so good at writing slash, so here was my best attempt. :) All feedback, concrit, and reviews would be appreciated.
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“Potter’s on to me. I know it.” Darkness shrouded the castle, the hospital wing, the metal bed on which the silver-haired boy laid, his glassy eyes fixed on the ceiling. Severus Snape watches as the boy’s lips open and close wordlessly before uttering, with an unmistakable edge of fear, “He - he must have heard it. Heard everything.”
Severus smoothed the bed sheets. “Potter is too thick-headed to make sense of anything you might have said, Draco. Your mission will still be intact.”
He hoped the young Malfoy would not be able to detect the lie - but why should he, of all wizards, worry about mental penetration when he had constructed the most elaborate fortifications known to magic around his thoughts, his wishes, his desires? So what weighed so heavily on Severus’s mind went unsaid: your mission will not be intact if you continue with your bumbling elementary mistakes. Lucius Malfoy would be disappointed, but a man defeated by six students has little to boast of.
“Well,” he began, “I will be here tomorrow morning, is that clear? I shall escort you back to the common room at that time, and I should hope you’ll be ready to continue with everything.”
Severus backed away and headed towards the exit. It was when his hand was perched upon the brass doorknob did Draco react. His voice was raspy, no louder than a whisper. “Please.”
“Yes?”
“Stay with me, Professor?” Face pale by the moon, he turned his gray eyes towards the older man, silently pleading, his arms resting limply by his bandaged chest. “Until I fall asleep?”
Severus conjured a chair, directing it to the side of the bed. He sat down, wordless, as Draco’s eyes closed. Then Severus watched, watching his student’s still form bathed in the blue light, his breathing (slowing, slowing) a metronome ticking through the night.
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You can still request drabbles here. They're writing very easily, and I only wish my muses could be just as cooperative with my Cho/Blaise fic.
Signing off, V.M. Bell
Author: V.M. Bell
Summary: Severus backed away and headed towards the exit. It was when his hand was perched upon the brass doorknob did Draco react. His voice was raspy, no louder than a whisper. “Please.”
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR.
Rating: G
Pairing: Snape/Draco (v. light, though)
Word Count: 308
Author's Notes: Written per bluerose16's request, which asked for Snape/Draco after the Sectumsempra incident. I am not so good at writing slash, so here was my best attempt. :) All feedback, concrit, and reviews would be appreciated.
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“Potter’s on to me. I know it.” Darkness shrouded the castle, the hospital wing, the metal bed on which the silver-haired boy laid, his glassy eyes fixed on the ceiling. Severus Snape watches as the boy’s lips open and close wordlessly before uttering, with an unmistakable edge of fear, “He - he must have heard it. Heard everything.”
Severus smoothed the bed sheets. “Potter is too thick-headed to make sense of anything you might have said, Draco. Your mission will still be intact.”
He hoped the young Malfoy would not be able to detect the lie - but why should he, of all wizards, worry about mental penetration when he had constructed the most elaborate fortifications known to magic around his thoughts, his wishes, his desires? So what weighed so heavily on Severus’s mind went unsaid: your mission will not be intact if you continue with your bumbling elementary mistakes. Lucius Malfoy would be disappointed, but a man defeated by six students has little to boast of.
“Well,” he began, “I will be here tomorrow morning, is that clear? I shall escort you back to the common room at that time, and I should hope you’ll be ready to continue with everything.”
Severus backed away and headed towards the exit. It was when his hand was perched upon the brass doorknob did Draco react. His voice was raspy, no louder than a whisper. “Please.”
“Yes?”
“Stay with me, Professor?” Face pale by the moon, he turned his gray eyes towards the older man, silently pleading, his arms resting limply by his bandaged chest. “Until I fall asleep?”
Severus conjured a chair, directing it to the side of the bed. He sat down, wordless, as Draco’s eyes closed. Then Severus watched, watching his student’s still form bathed in the blue light, his breathing (slowing, slowing) a metronome ticking through the night.
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You can still request drabbles here. They're writing very easily, and I only wish my muses could be just as cooperative with my Cho/Blaise fic.
Signing off, V.M. Bell