This started out as a small project to cure my writer's block, but I ended up rather liking it, so I thought I'd put it up.

I almost cringe to divide this into chapters, but I thought it would look prettier and a bit more artistic, so there you go. That is why I am caving to the Short-Chapter Monster. It will most likely never happen again.

Warnings: very light slashiness, bits of angst, some unrequainted affections

So, standards apply: own nothing, getting nothing. Groovy? Groovy. Enjoy and review. Thankies.

(and yes, the whole thing is finished and typed. i am simply posting it a chapter a day for a drawn-out, suspense sort of feeling. don't know if it'll work, but hey, it'll be fun anyway...)


A heavy blow fell across the boy's face. Staggering, he glared, hurt and hatred shining in his eyes. "I wanted you!" His breath came in angry gasps, blood streaming down his face from a gash on his cheek. "All I ever wanted was you!"

Cold eyes stared back at him. "You always ask for things you cannot have. You stupid, little boy."


"When you have completed your assignment, bring a sample and put it in the rack on my desk, properly sealed and labeled with your name. Then you are dismissed." Without watching to make sure the students did as they were told, Severus sat down behind his desk and flipped his book open to a random page in the middle, forgetting to hand out any practice essays. It was Monday morning and there were more pressing things on the man's mind than assigning homework.

When all the students had turned in their samples and returned to clean up their work areas, a low voice drew Severus's attention: "Sir?"

Severus glared over the top of his book at Draco. "What is it?"

"I just wondered if I could be excused from class on Wednesday." The general rustling of students packing up their equipment covered Draco's murmured request.

"What for?"

"Nothing too important. A lie-in, I think."

Severus's glare narrowed dangerously. "You'll be to class on time, Mr. Malfoy," he hissed out through barely parted lips.

Draco scowled. "I just thought--"

"No."

With an angry glare, Draco turned and began shoving his things into his bag carelessly.

Severus went back to his book, though he didn't bother trying to read the words. He knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on them. For the rest of the day, Draco's voice would be floating in his mind, low and demanding. There was nothing he hated more than a demanding, self-important brat. That reminded him...

"Potter, you'll have your detention tomorrow night. Eight o' clock. Do not be late."

"Yes, sir."

The two exchanged hateful glares before Harry followed his friends up the stairs and out to the hallway.

His attention suddenly held by the feeling of being stared at, Severus looked up to find Draco glowering in his direction, his lip curled in what seemed to be a mixture of disgust and annoyance. "You'll be late for your next class if you don't get out of my room," he informed the boy with every pretense of indifference.

With a dignified snort, Draco swung his bag onto his shoulder and marched out of the room.