Chapter 1
“Shut the door, Draco” Snape whispered seductively. A coy smile played on the corner of his lips. Draco felt his cheeks flame as he slowly entered the room.
“S-sir,” Draco’s voice stuttered, deceiving its owner. “It was Potter’s fault, I swear!”
“Draco, this is a serious accusation.” Snape’s eyes were full of mystery, a mystery Draco couldn’t resist. “One slight slip of evidence, and I’d personally make sure your punishment was unforgettable.”
Draco hastened to think of all the punishments he could face at the strong, sturdy hand of Snape. Suddenly, a strong urge hit him. He wanted Snape’s greasy hair, and he wanted it now. At first, Draco didn’t realize the immensity of his feelings towards his Professor. It started out picking up his dropped potions equipment, just as Severus strolled past his desk. This was a trick he learned from Potter. But then it got serious. Draco craved his teacher’s attention; but he kept his feelings well hidden under his cold, bitter exterior.
All until today. Today Snape would learn of his true passion for him.
Snape’s nasally voice rung though Malfoy’s ears, bringing him back to the present. “-And if Slytherin looses one more point from you and your pinheaded friends, I will be the one telling your father.”
“Glad you finally want to meet my parents, Severus.” Draco’s fringe fell intimately across his forehead, as he bit his lip, hoping he wasn’t being too direct.
“Your father and I once shared a rather..unforgettable time together long ago, before I met you. And may I say, you are the spitting image of him.” Snape’s gaze lingered just a moment too long. “There are certain advantages of being a Death Eater, you know.”
Draco nervously licked his lips, “Advantages Potter will never receive, sir?”
“As well as punishments Potter could never even dream of. But you dream them, don’t you, Draco?”
Draco looked away quickly, so Snape could not see the eager longing in his eyes. He gulped audibly before replying. “What shall my punishment be this time... Professor?”
Snape stood up from behind his desk, and walked over to Draco. His soft lips brushed past Draco’s ear. “I want you.... to clean my curtains.” He whispered.
Draco automatically fell down on his knees, and began to lick the drapes erotically.
“There’s so much hair grease. It tastes so good.” Draco’s tongue started to lick faster and rougher. He wanted to please his master.
Suddenly, Snape began to feel his wand levitate. “That’s enough, Draco.” He said hoarsely. “Report back to my office tomorrow at 4pm sharp. And bring clothing suitable for the job.”
End of Chapter 1
