"I am Harry Potter." Part of him wished he could take the words back; the other part desperately needed Draco to understand that he hadn't meant to hurt him. He hadn't wanted to hurt him, though he knew he had.
Draco just stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Bullshit," he said. "Very funny. Who told you? If you were going to lie, you could have at least made up a better one."
"I'm not lying, I swear," Harry said, and he quickly tried to think of something that he could say to prove it to him. Wait, he did have something! "I can prove it to you!" Draco gave him a skeptical look, but Harry took the opportunity while he had it. "We first met when we were eleven years on the thirty-first of July, before our first year. It was in Madam Malkin's." The skeptical look on the blond's face fell, and Harry continued while he had the chance. This was the one thing, the one moment, that he was sure could prove to Draco that he was who he said he was. "You didn't know who I was, but you started talking to me instantly. Your father was buying your books, and your mother was looking at wands if I'm not mistaken. You asked me a lot of questions, but since I was raised by Muggles, I had no idea at all what you were talking about. I think I only gave you one-word answers for the most part."
Draco's expression was one of shock, and he didn't speak, so Harry kept talking. "You reminded me kind of my cousin, Dudley, a spoiled bully, so I made my mind up about you pretty quickly," Harry admitted. "First, you asked if I was going to Hogwarts, followed by if I had my own broom or if I even played Quidditch. I had no idea what that was. You said your father thought it would be a crime if you weren't picked to play on the house team. You asked what house I would be in, but again, I didn't know what you were talking about. You said you'd leave if you were in Hufflepuff. Then, you started insulting Hagrid, and that was about it for me."
Draco sat down on the bed next to him, and he still looked like he couldn't believe what he had just happened. "I never told anyone that," he said. "When I realized you were the same boy I ran into in Madam Malkin's, I knew that I couldn't tell anyone that I hadn't realized who you were, so I didn't mention it at all. No one knew that. You really are Harry Potter." Harry nodded, and Draco looked him over as if he'd never seen him before. "What's with the disguise, and saying you're the Professor's son? Is that true, or…?"
"It's true," Harry said, and then he explained everything - his parent's one-night stand, his mother hiding his true parentage, and the letters that both he and Severus had received at midnight on his fifteenth birthday when the glamours fell. He explained the alternate identity that they'd come up with and keeping the secret from everyone but a select few people.
"Your eyes are exactly the same. I can't believe I never noticed that," Draco said. "They were always my favorite feature of yours." A smile crossed his lips.
"Oh, yes… I liked you instantly when I first saw you; I just didn't realize it at the time," Draco explained. "I didn't realize it until last year at the Yule Ball. You looked quite fit. And then I met Jacob Snape, and I was quite taken with him, too." Harry smiled at him. "I don't take rejection well if you haven't noticed."
"I did notice," Harry said. "Though you did happen to just insult people who are nice to me, and that was very few and far between."
Draco shrugged. "So, why didn't you tell me why keep the secret from so many of your friends? Why not tell me instead of just pushing me away? Shouldn't it be my decision as to whether or not I want to be involved with all this, not yours? Or do you still not fully trust me?"
"I do trust you, I have trusted you," Harry said, laying a hand over Draco's, "or I wouldn't be telling you any of this. That's not why I haven't told you. Yes, it does put your life at risk, but it's not just my life I'm risking. I'm risking everyone's lives that know this secret, including my father's."
A look of realization crossed Draco's face. "Wait, the Professor… he's a spy, isn't he?" Harry knew to lie to him now would do no good, so he nodded. The blond seemed to think about that for a second before he squeezed Harry's hand. "You know this stays between us, right? You do realize, though, that I'm already on You-Know-Who's radar, whether or not I'm with you? You do remember who my father is, don't you?"
Harry nodded, and he hadn't considered that, or maybe he had, but not in the way Draco meant. "Yes, I know, but… I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time."
Draco smiled at him. "Now, will you go out with me next Saturday, Harry?" Harry nodded. "Great, now -"
Something occurred to him right then, and he cut Draco off. "Don't call me that."
"What, Harry? It's your name, isn't it?"
Harry - no, Jacob - shook his head. "No, it's not. Not anymore, and it was never supposed to be."
Draco nodded. "Okay, then… Jacob, now, will you hold still, there's something else I've wanted to do for a long time."
Draco leaned forward, and Jacob leaned back as a sense of fear and nervousness washed over him. "I - I have no idea what I'm doing."
"And I do? Come on, Snape, we'll figure this out together, yes?" When he nodded, Draco leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Jacob hesitated for only a moment before wrapping one arm around Draco's waist, pulling him closer against him. He wanted to do anything he could to feel more of him. Draco moaned into their kiss before wrapping his arm around Jacob's neck, bringing them closer together as they kissed. The only thing Jacob wanted was to keep kissing him, and if he had any doubts about them before now, they were gone.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and a voice called through, "Oi, why is this bloody door locked?"
Draco groaned, reluctantly pulling away from him. "I'll be right back," he said, though he noticed the blonde's breathing was slightly laboured. Jacob realized his own was, too. The blonde got up, and Jacob quickly removed the silencing spell, as it was no longer needed. Draco answered the door to see an irate looking Theodore standing on the other side.
"I don't care what you were doing, but at least warn me if you're going to be locking me out," Theodore said, stalking off to his bed. "You know I can't stand those parties for long."
"Sorry, it wasn't planned," said Draco, sounding rather pleased with himself, before walking back to Jacob's bed. The blonde crawled up, pulled the curtains closed, and dragged Jacob with him. He chuckled a bit, but Draco silenced his chuckle with a kiss. He wasn't sure that he could ever get tired of kissing Draco, as he felt their bodies near each other. He wanted to press him down, and… but there would be times for that later. Plenty of time, if he had his way. He knew now that he had made the right decision in telling Draco. This felt right, more right than anything had in a long time.
Jacob reached over and pulled the blonde's body against his. Draco gave a pleasant moan as they kissed. At that moment, the door opened again. He heard talking, but he tried to drown it out. He much more wanted to concentrate on Draco's lips against his, the feeling of his body pressed up against his own, the feeling of Draco's fingers entwined in his hair. The talking grew louder, though, and suddenly, Blaise yelled, "About bloody time! Hey, Snape, Malfoy, do me a favor? Don't forget the silencing spells."
Draco groaned, breaking the kiss. "I'll be right back," he said, pulling his body away as he turned and poked his head out of the four-poster. "Would you shut your bloody mouth, Zabini, I'm busy." Blaise just laughed, though, but Draco brought his head in again, and then shut the curtain. "Now, where were we?" he said, running a finger down Jacob's chest.
Jacob smirked back at him, grabbing Draco's hand and pulling his body against his. He couldn't imagine that anything else could feel this good, his hard body up against his own as he captured the blond's lips in another kiss. It didn't last long, though, before Draco broke the kiss. "As wonderful as this is, I probably should be getting to my own bed and going to sleep," he said. "We get up early, don't we?"
Jacob smiled. "So, you're exercising with me again?"
"Yes, of course, though I didn't start exercising for the health benefits," Draco admitted. "I did it to watch you."
Jacob laughed. "I figured that now." Draco gave him a lingering kiss on the lips before saying goodnight and moving off. He laid there for a moment, smiling to himself before getting up, and changing. He did his Occlumency training, as he did every night, before going to sleep. He marvelled at how much better he felt now, and he knew there might be consequences for this later, but right now, he couldn't see any downsides to this at all.
Severus could think of better things to be doing on his Saturday night besides going and seeing Dumbledore, but the old man asked to see him after dinner. He was meeting Aurora later down in his rooms, but he could make time for the old coot. The Potions Master uttered the password, and within a few moments was sitting across from Dumbledore in his office. "You asked to see me?"
"Yes, I did, Severus," Dumbledore said. "You made a good point the last time we spoke alone like this. You are Harry's father, and thus, you make the decisions for him." He didn't hear that every day. Severus raised an eyebrow, and let Dumbledore continue speaking. He knew there had to be a catch somewhere along the line. "You have not spoken to him about the prophecy yet, have you?"
Severus shook his head. Telling him about that meant telling him about something else, too. For one thing, it meant telling his son that he had to fight the Dark Lord. For another thing, it meant telling him how he had heard about it, and what that had led to. He may not be an expert on the matter, but a father could not just tell their son that they were responsible for the death of their mother. Yes, that conversation would need to happen sooner or later.
"Are you saying that it's my decision when to tell him?" Severus asked. "That doesn't sound like you. You're usually trying to control everything."
Dumbledore shrugged. "I know you, though," said the old man, blue eyes twinkling from above his half-moon spectacles. "You would not listen to me if I told you when to tell him, would you?" Severus couldn't argue with that, because it was true. He would tell him about that when he felt it was right. "Therefore, I have a suggestion. We would have to come up with a reason for young Jacob to be meeting with me, but I feel that he will need to know this. He will have to fight Voldemort, eventually, we both know that. He should learn more about him." Dumbledore stood up and walked over to a cabinet, opening it up. "Memories, not all mine, but all about Tom. It could help him."
Severus thought about that for a moment. It was a good point. Learning about him might come in handy. Maybe he took that for granted because he knew the Dark Lord quite well. He nodded in agreement. "Very well, but one condition," he said. " I will be showing him the memories. Give them to me, and I will work them into our current Occlumency schedule."
Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and Severus could see that he was reluctant to relinquish the control over the situation. "If you insist, Severus," the old man said. "Do you want them now?" Severus nodded, and he watched as Dumbledore summoned a box, and put the memories in them before handing them over. "You will keep me updated, of course, I trust?"
"If I deem it necessary," Severus said, taking the box of memories from him. Dumbledore gave him a look that he couldn't decipher before talking to him about the memories that he had procured. After that, the Potions Master left, and as he walked back to his office, he realized this put more into focus that he needed to have a talk with his son about this one day. Maybe not right away, but he had a right to know about his own future. In truth, he always thought Dumbledore should have told him about the prophecy sooner. He didn't care before, but now he did. He could only hope that when he told him the truth that his son didn't hate him.
Jacob woke up feeling much better the next morning than he had the past couple weeks. He got up and saw Draco getting out of bed. He smiled almost without thinking about it. Everything seemed better, despite everything else that was going on in his life. He almost felt guilty that he hadn't told any of the Weasleys besides Ron, and still telling Draco. They had been his friends first, but he had told Draco because… well, Hermione was right. He was falling for him. That was both scary and exciting. Right now, he was too happy about them being together and talking again to dwell on that too much.
He couldn't help but watch Draco while they exercised, now that he felt that he was allowed to do so. "See something you like?" Draco asked, smirking as they finished.
"Maybe," Jacob said, and Draco grabbed the front of his shirt, kissing him. He slipped his arm around his - boyfriend? Was he allowed to use that term? Were they boyfriends? They hadn't even been on a date yet - waist.
Draco broke the kiss. "As much as I love that, I have to start getting ready," he said. "Everyone will start to get up soon, and it takes time for me to look the way I do every day."
Jacob chuckled. "Yes, I know, I've lived with you for two months now," he said as they made their way back upstairs. He got ready, and of course, had to wait for Draco as he always did. This morning, though, he was taking a bit longer than usual. "Okay, Draco, you're gorgeous, can we go downstairs now? I'm hungry."
Draco walked out and smirked at him. "You think I'm gorgeous?"
"Obviously," Jacob said, leaning in to kiss him. "Can we go and eat now?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, let's go," he said. "Can't have you whining now, can we?"
"I do not whine," he said, as the blonde took his hand and entwined their fingers. "First, though, I want to go by my dad's." Draco raised his eyebrows, giving him a questioning look. "I want to tell him, you know, about us. I'd rather he not find out I'm dating someone along with the rest of the school."
Draco gave him a small smile. "Okay, let's go then," he said.
Jacob led him out and down the hallway to his father's rooms. He should still be there, as he usually opted to take Sunday morning in. He knocked on the door and heard his father's voice calling for him to enter. He gave Draco a smile, before entering the room. He walked in to see Severus sitting at his dining room table, reading the Daily Prophet and sipping on a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Dad," he said, walking over and sitting across from him.
"Morning," he said. "We don't usually see each other until later today, is everything alright?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes, everything's fine, great even," he said. "Er, look, so last night… Draco and I, we… got together." He explained what happened, now Draco had drug him upstairs to confront him about what had been going on between them, and how he had come out with who he really was. "I didn't tell him that you were a spy. He sort of figured that out on his own."
Severus stared at him for a second, before nodding. "Harry, if you're sure that this is what you want," he said. "I would have expected Draco to figure out my true alliance once you told him about yourself. He's rather intelligent."
Jacob nodded. "Yes, I'm sure that that this is what I want," he said. "I just couldn't lie to him anymore without making myself - and him - miserable." He paused for a second before realizing something that he hadn't mentioned. "Oh, and don't call me Harry anymore." His father raised an eyebrow. "I'm not him anymore. Harry Potter is… someone else. I'm Jacob now, and it's about time that I come to terms with that and stop allowing myself to be called by that name."
Severus nodded, though Jacob didn't think that he imagined the bit of pride in his father's gaze. "Very well, Jacob," he said before clearing his throat. "You have had… that discussion, have you not?"
It took him a moment before he realized what his father was talking about. "Oh, er, that conversation, yes, I have, don't worry," he said. "I overheard the Dursley's talking to Dudley, and Hermione gave me a book to fill in the rest."
"Good," Severus said, clearly wanting that to be the end of the conversation, and Jacob didn't blame him.
"So, I'll see you in a few hours, okay, Dad?" he said, before leaving and meeting up with Draco, who was still waiting for him outside. "Brilliant, we can eat now. He was fine with it."
"Of course he is, you're dating me ," Draco said, smirking at him as they made their way towards the Great Hall, hand in hand.
"Blaise just told us," Pansy said before they'd even had a chance to sit down. "So happy for both of you, of course. Glad all this nonsense is over with."
"Yes, you two are so good together," Tracey agreed.
There was agreeance from the others around them as Draco thanked them. Jacob wanted to point out that none of them had talked to him while he had Draco had not been speaking, aside from Theodore, Marcus, and Salenia. However, he didn't and kept quiet. They were obviously not his friends, but rather his boyfriend's friends - if that's what he and Draco were. Just because they were dating didn't mean that they were boyfriends. How did you know? Was there a timeframe or a sign or something? Jacob had no idea, and he was basically just winging it.
He had to admit, though, it was nice not to be ostracized anymore.
After breakfast, Jacob and Draco were walking out when Hermione caught up to them. "Hold on," she said, and they turned around to face her. "I saw you two walking in, holding hands, which you're still doing." She waited for a second, and when no one spoke, she continued speaking. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"
"We made up," Jacob said, smiling at Draco.
"Yes, we did," Draco agreed, smiling back. "Or, rather, I yelled, he talked and explained, then I stopped yelling, and we… made up."
Hermione nodded, looking between. He knew that she was probably wondering what "explain" meant, but that conversation would have to wait until Saturday when they had more freedom to speak. "Well, I'm happy for you both, of course," she said. "I'm glad that everything worked out. We'll talk later, yes?" She gave Jacob a look and then headed up the stairs. He walked Draco to the Common Room before parting ways and heading down to his father's rooms.
"You did very well yesterday in the game," Jacob heard his father say while they were playing chess.
Jacob looked up at him and smiled. He figured that was probably about as close to saying that he was proud of him as Severus was going to get. "Thank you," he said. "I never thought I'd want to play another position other than Seeker, but I've really enjoyed playing Chaser. The game was great, so much adrenaline. It was intense. I loved it."
"Unfortunate what happened to Mr. Weasley," his father said.
Jacob shrugged. "It's his own fault for not being able to deal with the situation," he said. "These past couple of months haven't been easy on me, either of us for that matter, but we're dealing with the situation. He's just being immature about it. He shouldn't have gotten banned for life, though, but there's nothing that can be done about that." Ron wasn't his problem anymore. They played a couple more games before Severus stopped and said that they had to move on. "More Occlumency?"
"Not today," Severus said, waving his wand. The cupboard opened, and a large basin came out. A Pensieve. He remembered it from last year in Dumbledore's office. "Dumbledore feels that you need to know the Dark Lord better, and I happen to agree." Jacob watched as his father put the Pensieve on the couch. They both moved over and sat next to each other.
"Know him better?" Jacob asked.
Severus waved his wand again, and the next thing Jacob knew, he was holding a box. He sat next to the pensive on the table. "Yes, the Dark Lord made you a part of his life, whether you want to be or not," he said. "Your destinies are entwined. He has made himself your enemy, and therefore you should know as much about your enemy as you can." He gestured towards the box and opened it. In it were vials, but it wasn't potions that were inside them. "These are memories, not all Dumbledore's, but ones that he has collected. He wanted to do this with you, but I insisted that you do it with me. I thought you might enjoy that more, and I certainly prefer it. Besides, it is less suspicious."
Jacob nodded. "Yes, I do prefer doing this with you," he agreed.
Severus reached in and grabbed a vial, pouring into the Pensieve. "Are you ready?"
Jacob nodded, and then they were going into the Pensieve. The scene they watched was of a man named Bob Ogden, who was trying to get a man named Morfin Gaunt to go to a hearing at the Ministry for "teaching a Muggle a lesson." The man's father was not open to the idea. He harassed his children, particularly the girl a lot. He also spoke quite a bit of Parseltongue and had a locket that belonged to Slytherin apparently. There was also a mention of a handsome man on a horse that apparently the girl, Merope, was attracted to, at least according to her brother. They were pureblood fanatics of the worst kind, and they were all a bit… odd-looking as well.
After they pulled out, Jacob's head was swimming. "Okay, so what did we find out? What happened to the girl?"
"According to Dumbledore, Ogden came back and arrested both Morfin and Marvolo," Severus said.
"The Slytherin locket that they had, was that real?" Jacob asked. "I mean because Voldemort is descended from the Slytherins. Does that mean that that was his family? Was that his mother?"
Severus nodded. "Yes, it was," he said, "and I do believe that we saw his father as well."
"That man, the handsome one on the horse," Jacob said. "How did that happen?" It didn't make any sense to him. There were no two people less likely to fall in love. It was only when he saw his father raise an eyebrow that he realized the answer. "A love potion?"
"That was Dumbledore's assumption," Severus agreed. "According to him, they got married not long after this, and then a few months after their surprise marriage, Tom Riddle Senior turned up alone while she was still pregnant."
"Why did it stop working?" Jacob asked aloud, but there was no way to know for sure why. It was possible that she actually developed feelings for him, but it left him wondering why all of this was necessary information. "This is necessary for me to know, right?"
Severus nodded. "Dumbledore believes it is all necessary."
Jacob groaned. "Why do I get the feeling that he's controlling my life?"
Severus smirked down at him. "You have no idea what that man is capable of, but I think we're done for today," he said. They played one more game of chess, which Jacob lost again before they parted for dinner. Jacob wished that they didn't have to deal with all of the added stuff because it seemed Voldemort was a black cloud over his life, whether he was Harry Potter or Jacob Snape.