Doll Parts" by charlottesometimes



Revelations by Amalthia

читать дальшеCrying now Draco stayed huddled on the bed, hiding behind a thin sheet. Now he was losing Snape too! "Please it wasn't his fault! Dumbledore, it's not what it looks like. I love him!" Draco pleaded.



"Mr. Malfoy, please do not speak. What your professor has done is unforgivable and I will not allow him to stay another day to abuse his students."



"Fine, I'm leaving! Then I won't be one of his students anymore! I never liked Hogwarts anyway!" Draco yelled suddenly furious. He jumped off the bed, no longer self-conscious about his nudity in his righteous anger, stomped towards Dumbledore; picked his shorts off the ground and put them on.



He glared defiantly at Dumbledore until the older wizard grabbed his arm and in his scariest voice yet said, "Sit down." Draco obeyed instantly and sat on Snape's armchair, shaking all over, the small fire unable to keep him warm with his heart freezing in his chest.



Snape continued packing his suitcases; he grabbed clothes and threw them in with no discernable order or neatness.



"Severus, I just want to know how much Voldemort paid you to abuse Draco."



Snape halted as if someone had turned him into stone. Dumbledore's accusation reverberated in Draco's head; it never occurred to Draco that Snape was in league with Voldemort. Was it possible? He looked towards Snape for an answer.



Shaking, Snape pushed his stringy black hair back out of his face. He laughed a bitter angry sound. "Albus, whether you believe this or not, I do love Draco, no one could pay me enough money to cause him harm."



Dumbledore yelled, "You raped him! He's only fifteen years old and under our protection. You betrayed that trust, I don't care if he's your soul mate. You'll never teach again. Now get out of my sight and if you try to contact Draco again before he turns eighteen I'll have you arrested."



Snape turned towards his suitcases, closed them, and snapped the latches closed. Draco didn't know what to do; this was his fault. He couldn't lose Snape, his lover and favorite professor. He wanted to scream. It wasn't fair. He didn't even get a chance to say goodbye when Snape walked out of the room carrying two suitcases, his robes thick for the cold outside. In a matter of moments, Professor Snape left Hogwarts.



Furious, Draco ran towards the door, but Dumbledore grabbed him around the waist and stopped him. "Let go of me! I don't want to stay here anymore." Draco screamed, kicked, and punched. He panicked violently.



Dumbledore let go and let Draco's momentum carry him to the floor before he pulled his wand out of his pocket and stunned him. Almost on his feet again, Draco flew back a couple of feet and landed badly; the fall knocked all the fight out of him. The stun didn't last long and he rolled over on his side crying. "Severus."



He flinched away from Dumbledore's offer of help to stand up. The pity in the old man's eyes made his hatred burn more brightly. "How long has this been going on?" Dumbledore gently patted his shoulder.



Draco didn't answer. He stayed curled up on his side crying. With tears clogging his throat, he asked, "Can I go to bed now?"



"No you may not. You are going to the hospital wing."



"Go fuck yourself." Draco sat up carefully. The back of his head hurt like hell.



"Mr. Malfoy, Draco, this is not your fault. There is no reason to defend your Professor he's no longer at this school and you are safe to speak freely."



Dumbledore must be convinced that Professor Snape raped him or something! "He didn't rape me, he made love to me! Stop talking about him as if he's a criminal or something. We love each other! How did you find out about us anyway! Do you always make a habit of bursting in the Professor's bedrooms?"



Draco didn't get an answer. Dumbledore pulled him to his feet and marched him out of the room and all the way to the hospital wing. Numb emotionally and physically, Draco allowed Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey to strap him to the bed, 'for his own good.'



Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey's sympathetic glances made him sick; they were trying to make him think his relationship was dirty, but it wasn't. It wasn't. Crying, Draco struggled against the wrist restraints. He needed to escape from this place, joining the Muggle world may be his best option. Maybe he could stay with Snape.

почти единственные фики где +- рельно показаны отношения взрослый/подросток т.е ненормальность их- изломанные, почти всегда манипулятивные со стор взрослого и болезненные особ когда подросток прилепляется душой и для него это становится прибежи_ем и жалко обоих





You can’t expect a child to understand emotions and pleasure the way a person who has gone through puberty will understand it