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Title: Dire Circumstance
Characters/Pairings: Severus, Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: None. Well, one bad word, but that’s about it.
Word Count: 315
Summary: A few days after Draco loses his wand, someone pays him a visit. Not to offer sympathy, nor to coddle the boy – no, this someone always has an ulterior motive. Just not always the one most obvious.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned; they belong solely to J.K. Rowling.

“Where is your wand, Draco?”

The blonde flinched, recoiling away from the window where dusk had fallen. “I lost it,” the boy, Draco, whispered quietly, his pale eyes locked on the floor. He could never match wits with the man standing near the door, not when that same man was two steps ahead of everyone. Legilimency was a handy tool, after all; the ability to see into another’s thoughts and feelings, the advantages that could have. Draco had once sought to learn those arts, but he had only succeeded where shrouding his mind was considered. And, to be honest, he had only learned of that under the direst of circumstances.

Finally bring his gaze back to meet black, the young man flinched again. There was a look of insurmountable scorn plainly written across his once-mentor’s face. “The fight with Potter,” he spit the name out like a disease, “went wrong in almost every possible away.”

An emotion he hadn’t seen since Dumbledore’s death flitted onto that impassive face, but it was gone faster than Draco could put a name to it. “Very well,” Severus Snape drawled, “I take it you were going to wait around like your …” Severus paused, stretching out the silence until it was taunt. “Well, just like your father, wouldn’t you know. Dear me, I hope you’re not going to make it a point to completely disappoint our Master so much. I won’t always be around to save your neck.”

Before Draco could complain that he didn’t need saving, Severus had already turned, robes billowing out behind him. “I’ll keep an eye open,” the man barely raised his voice, “for a magical stick you could use, if not a wand.” In his own weird way, Severus was trying to help – but Draco would be damned if he ever let the man know he appreciated that. Maybe, someday, things would be different.


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Title: After the Battle
Characters/Pairings: Draco, Narcissa, Lucius
Rating: PG
Warnings: Death. References to violence.
Word Count: 422
Summary: The Malfoys betrayed the Dark Lord for the sake of their son as well as their own. There was nothing they wouldn’t do to live. Even waiting to be damned after the Battle of Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned; they belong solely to J.K. Rowling.

The air was cold even in the warm, confined Great Hall. Bodies, alive and whole, pressed together, talking in low murmurs and soothing away the fears from the fight, soothing the anguish death had caused. Bodies, lifeless and still, rest in shrouds at the front of the Hall, where the staff table for the school should have bee. Draco found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from them, a strange, unsettling feeling twisting in his gut. This was what he had been fighting to cause, not prevent, and here he was sitting among the traitors he had been brought up to hate – the ones who wanted to do away with the Old Ways.

A cool, damp hand brushed against his cheek and he glanced away, eyes averted. “Mother, do we have to stay?” He rubbed the bruise that Narcissa had just rubbed and held back a wince as it stung unpleasantly. Leave it to Potter and his friends to get in a parting shot even when saving his would-have-been forfeit life.

He bit his lip when his father rapped him sharply across the knuckles with his cane. “Are you insane, Draco?” Lucius hissed, more of a strangled whisper from his bruised and battered face. Voldemort hadn't been kindest master these past few months. “By all means, leave if you wish to be next on Potter’s hitlist.” It was tempting; the stench of death was pungent and too fresh here in the Hall. He wanted to get away, but the necessity of staying put won out. The shock of losing was still heavy on his family’s shoulders and they had to rectify their grievous error before it blew out of portion.

It was a waiting game. Until things settled down, they could not make a move without being seen as guilty. He leaned heavily against his mother’s side, tired and frustration with the day’s events. Where did they have left? Their pride had been stolen, taken to the grave with a man that was as twisted as he was reviled. All they had left was each other and even that, in the pale light of moon overhead, seemed insignificant. They were battered, bloodied, and not at their finest, far from it.

Then his mother brushed her fingers through his hair and he was closing his eyes, refusing to think, letting the soft talk wash over and lull him into a doze. The coldness seeped into his skin, though, and kept him from falling asleep. He wondered absently if he’d ever feel warm again.

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