By Armand Malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, or anyone really. I own the first name Anemone, and that's about it. Do not sue me.
Summarry: Sequel to Such A Chill, it can be read with out the other
piece, but the other one's a page long and it does kind of set things up.
This is going to have more chapters to it, it's not finished. It's all
planned out and stuff though, so I'm not just bumbling through fanfiction
blindly, I promise. Severus/Lucius, eventually NC17, takes place during
their school day years.
A Pale Colored Boy
Teenage Anthems
"I don't see why he did it," Lucius mumbled, plucking at the long blades of grass that filled his vision as he gazed petulantly at the ground. "I mean, what good could it do?"
Beside him, Anemone de Arouet sighed heavily. "Luc, I think it's pretty obvious why he did it." The blond gave her a curious look. She sighed again. "He likes you, you twit!"
Lucius glared. "Keep your voice down! Do you want the entire school to know about this?" Grey eyes cast furtive looks about, but no one seemed overly interested in their conversation. "Anyways, I don't think you're right." Something inside him jumped. Severus Snape liked him? He could practically hear the rumors. "Did you hear? Snape's got it really bad for the Malfoy kid!" The corners of his lips twitched upwards, ever so slightly.
"Well let's see." Anemone remarked with characteristic sarcasm. "First he picks on you, which, as every first year knows, means he's oh so smitten. Next, he comes to check on you afterwards to apologize. He actually cares if he's hurt you. And third, he kisses you. How on earth is it not obvious that he has a crush on you?"
Lucius frowned. "Well, I don't care. I hate him."
Anemone sighed. "No, you don't. You're only saying that because you like him."
"What!" Lucius was furious. "What in God's name makes you think I'd like that loathsome, vile, inelegant lump of worthless, oily skin?"
Anemone's lips puckered slightly. "Please, Lucius. I know everything. Trelawney says I have 'the sight'!" She widened her eyes and chuckled. Lucius rolled his eyes. "No, really. I can read his mind. Right now, Snape is thinking about how much he wishes he could kiss you again."
Lucius grinned before he could stop himself, ineffectively attempting to turn the expression into a sneer. "Ew. Don't say that!"
"Well, I won't have to. Look, here he comes." She jerked her head and he followed the angle to the thin boy walking towards them.
Lucius groaned. "Anemone! Make him go away," he hissed at her.
She grinned wickedly. "Nope. Sorry Luc. I've got a date." She bit her tongue at him. "Sydney Lestrange. Woof." She stood, faking a swoon. "Good luck babe."
As she walked off, Lucius had the sinking feeling that she was winking
at Snape. He caught what sounded like, "Go get 'em, tiger" but decided
to ignore it. Severus sat down, blushing.
"Uh…Lucius?"
Lucius had rolled onto his back, eyes shut against the sun and pale lids jerking only slightly at his name. He thought about ignoring the boy, but his mouth seemed to be working against him because he said, "What do you want, Snape?"
Snape blinked in the sunlight. His ink-black hair fell messily into his face and he made little effort to rake it back as he studied the slim figure of Lucius Malfoy. The boy truly fascinated him. No older than fifteen and he was rumored to know more about dark arts than even Snape himself. He certainly didn't show it, all blond hair and grey eyes, his Aryan features giving him a sort of unlikely innocence. Snape cleared his throat. "I wanted to talk to you." Lucius grunted an acknowledgment and Snape inhaled deeply. "Okay. You aren't making this any easier for me…"
"Why should I Severus?" Lucius sat up so fast his head spun. Ignoring the sudden vertigo he blinked his angry silver eyes and glared. "Why should I bother about how you feel?" A flicker of pain crossed the darker boy's face and for a moment Lucius regretted his outburst. "I mean," he added, somewhat gentler. "It isn't like you ever cared much about me."
"No, you're wrong." Severus said, his black hair falling into his face even more as he shook his head vigorously. "I do care about you. That's why I wanted to talk to you." He paused, searching the blond's face but finding a mask. "I really like you." He blurted, blushing as he ducked his head. Oh good job Sev, that didn't sound completely juvenile.
"What?" The icy voice barely faltered and Severus refused the hope the shaky voice had offered him.
He sighed. "I mean, I have, I don't know, a crush on you." For once Snape was glad of the unruly hair shrouding his face. His cheeks burned. "I just…wanted to tell you. I guess."
Lucius felt a pricking in the back of his nose. He wanted so badly to tell Severus he felt the same, and he wasn't quite sure why. Certainly he had never much fancied the boy, finding him too dark and gangly. Still, something remarkably like a whole swarm of baby butterflies had released itself in his stomach upon Anemone's conclusion that Snape liked him.
He swallowed uneasily. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked, hardly aware that he had spoken aloud. Snape blinked, obviously confused, and Lucius scurried to explain what he himself hardly understood. "I mean, are you asking me out? Do you expect some sort of reaction? Do you want me to tell you whether I like you back? It seems entirely unfair that you should just waltz over and tell me all this and then traipse off to leave me with all my bottled feelings." Lucius snapped his mouth shut, momentarily afraid that Snape would recant his earlier confession upon realizing what an utter ass Lucius was.
"I guess…I guess I'm asking you out." Snape fumbled. Lucius inwardly cursed himself. Why, oh why had he even brought it up?
"Well, of course I'll have to think about it," he replied, his voice portraying the confidence he was most certainly not feeling. "There's the matter of families. Mine, as you know, is quite prestigious. However, I know that your lineage is almost as impressive as mine. Almost. I suppose that's to be expected. It is rare that any family can compare to the Malfoys." This was a well-practiced speech. Lucius had heard it over and over again on the lips of his rather gruesome father. "I do not see a problem with our relationship so far as family is concerned."
"As to feelings, I had thought to have hated you. However, recent events have led me to the conclusion that I actually rather fancy you. Isn't that shocking? I don't mind hanging out with you, and I can certainly picture us both sharing a perfectly happy relationship."
"Now, on to religion. As far as I know we both have none so-" Lucius' tirade, by now rather contrived, was brought to a crashing halt as a pair of eager lips attached themselves to his rapidly moving mouth. Lucius made a small noise of surprise, eyes fluttering wide. The view of his, what? boyfriend?, from this close angle was singularly unpleasant and Lucius was obliged to close his eyes rather than flinch at the cross-eyed vision of Snape's hefty nose.
Short moments later, Snape pulled back, smiling shyly and somewhat against his will. "Sorry." He muttered. "You kept talking…"
Lucius blinked. "Yes, well." He sniffed. "I can see this is going to
be interesting. Where did you say you were taking me for this date?"