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Draco whimpered in need as Professor Snape smirked above him before plunging down to press his warm mouth on Draco's almost translucently pale chest. Long, greasy hair trailed over Draco's skin as a hot tongue traced the blue veins that ran over his chest and arms. They'd always been there, a symbol of his purity he liked to call it, Pansy just called them creepy. Now, as a moan escaped Draco's lips, Snape looked up from his ministrations and, after a moment, spoke.

"Spiders."

"What?" Draco queried, his pink mouth contorting into a frown.

"They remind me of spiders."

Draco smiled.