Title: I Love You
By: Bridget McKennitt
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 807
Pairing: Severus/Draco, Severus/Harry
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself. Infidelity.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company are owned by J.K. Rowling and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Summary: Draco loves Severus. However, Severus might not feel the same way.
Severus Snape is my lover. We had been together for eight years now and I must confess that I am utterly content with him. He is the first thing I wake up to, as he trails kisses down my pale chest, running his long fingers still stained with some potion or other through my blond hair. I love it when he murmurs my name as if I am something that will break if he treats me anyway less than reverent.
"Draco."
Can anyone deny that Severus loves me? Before we sleep, he would recite poems to me as we sit near the fireplace. Sometimes he would speak to me in French, which prompts me to drag him to bed so I can undress and worship his body.
Yes, worship. I know what others think about my lover. That he is ugly and greasy and bitter. It is true that he is not what you would call handsome, but his thin body, his hair that, despite washings, still remains greasy, and his bitterness at the stupidity of the world makes him so appealing to me. I would not change him for the world.
Eight years we have been together now. After Harry Potter killed the Dark Lord and Dumbledore died of a heart attack (despite his spirit being strong, his body was too weak to sustain him any longer), Severus had no one to turn to. No one but me, anyway. I took him into my home, my mother and father were long dead, and cared for him. Loved him.
I love him.
So why hasn't he asked me to marry him? Eight years since the fall of the Dark Lord and since we have been together. Eight long and happy years. I would gladly say yes if he asked me right now.
I wish he would ask me right now.
I looked up from the book I was reading and he glanced at me, opening his mouth. "It seems I am to work with Mr. Potter."
What?
Severus nodded. "Stupid Gryffindor. I should just tell McGonagall that I quit my position if she hires that boy."
I place my hand over his knee. "Don't. You are the best potions master there ever was, and if you let a Gryffindor make you leave; it would shame our House for centuries to come. Besides, it's only Harry Potter."
Only Harry Potter. If only I knew.
I had convinced Severus to stay with his position and when the school year came around, he would send owl posts to me about the problems of working with Harry. It came to a point when I jokingly wrote back to him that he spent more time obsessing over Harry than he did me. Severus did not respond to that bit.
If only I knew.
It had been a month since Severus owled me and I decided to surprise him at Hogwarts. I Apparated at Hogsmeade and walked the rest of the way to the school. Making my way to the dungeons, to Severus' personal rooms, I heard a commotion coming from inside and, thinking the worst, burst into his bedroom.
It was the worst, the worst thing imaginable for me.
There, on Severus' bed, was a naked Harry bloody Potter on his back with his legs in the air. Severus was between Harry's legs, thrusting deep into his arse and stroking him off. Harry's eyes were closed, but his pleasure was written all over his face, written in the sweat pouring down his scarred forehead. Severus grunted one more time and they came together.
Together.
Severus and I never came together.
I stumbled against the doorway and I must have made a noise for Severus turned suddenly and saw me. My eyes began to blur as he pulled away from Harry, gently pressing a kiss on Harry's bruised lips, and came towards me. I back crawled away, but Severus grabbed my arm.
"Draco, we need to talk."
"Talk?" I said hysterically. "I just found you fucking Harry Potter! I thought you hated him!"
Severus winced and slowly shook his head. "I don't hate him. Not anymore. I...Draco, I plan to marry him. He's agreed to marry me."
I refused to listen to another word and ran from the dungeons and my old life. The 'thump thump' of my heart grew so loud that it became the only thing I could hear. Funny that. I thought I had left my heart shattered on the floor of Severus' room.
Severus Snape used to be my lover. He used to be mine. Now he belongs to Harry Potter. They have been together for two years now. Married for one and a half. I heard it was the Wizard Wedding of the Century.
And me? I'm still Draco Malfoy. Alone. Unloved.
Fuck you, Harry Potter. Fuck you.
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