Disclaimer- Thank you J.K. Rowling for granting this indulgence.
Author's Note- This fic is a gift...I can't give you a blood replenishing potion, the best I can do is trashy-slashy-Snape.
Date Modified- 28/01/10
Sweet Diversion
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The room was largely empty save two young men. The well formed blond looked up from the paper to the restless raven pacing the room. "The Dark Lord will change everything, the New Wizarding Order is upon us." Wanting to soothe and failing. "I am assured that the war will be quick, it will be beautiful." The young Malfoy clenched his fist eager to take hold of the success that was surely at hand.
The hawkish fellow considered his companion carefully. "I certainly hope so Lucius, I don't mind saying that I dislike waiting for news."
Lucius stood and approached, "Severus you are highly skilled, you are important and not to be wasted in routine scouting and other menial tasks." Lucius took Severus' hand and spoke against it. "You under-value yourself, you always have. It is high time that you realize that you are not a lesser." Lucius sucked each finely moulded fingertip in-between luscious lips. Lucius hold Severus' palm to his lips and slid his other hand into layers of black.
"Lucius, I can't." Severus pulled away. "I can't feel that way about anyone..." else. "You have Cissa, she thinks that you love her."
The smooth arrogant features carried a derisive set, flapping a hand dismissively. "I need an heir, you know that. I'll be a good husband to her but I think she knows where my passions lay." Lucius cupped Severus and kissed him seductively.
"No Lucius, I can't." Severus pulled away and returned to the window.
Lucius began shrieking, "it's because of her isn't it? ISN'T IT!" Lucius threw the Prophet at Severus impotently where it scattered harum-scarum without making the slightest impact. His words came out nasty and bitter, "disgusting mudblood. If I were the Dark Lord she'd be the..." Lucius stopped mid-flow as Severus' wand pressing into his throat.
Cold furry etched his words, "Watch your mouth Lucius, before I hex it off your face." Cocking an eyebrow in challenge, Severus waited to see if Lucius would rise to the bait.
Sullen Lucius returned to his chair and Accioed his paper.