Author's note: I don't own Severus Snape or Lucius Malfoy, although I
really wish I did. The writing and slashy goodness comes from me, but the
characters? They belong to the wondrous, idol-worthy JK Rowling (all rights
reserved). Short, contains some angst and implied SLASH. R&R please!
Draconis
Lucius held up his son proudly, showing him off to gathered relatives.
"What have you decided to call him?"
"Draconis" Lucius stated automatically, before Narcissa had a chance to object, "Draco."
He passed the baby to his mother and sat observing the room, smiling but playing with a ring on his right hand. It was silver, with a dragon in the centre of the band, and he never took it off.
His wife shot him a withering look, and Lucius knew they would be discussing it later. He stilled his hands from the familiar nervous act, and tuned into the conversation going on around him.
Later. Later, he thought, he would write to Severus. Sev wouldn't be pleased - they hadn't spoken in a while - but he would know. Lucius smiled to himself. How ironic that the person who knew him best wasn't here to share this. He would know, and understand, and perhaps it would make things alright.
Lucius' happy facade faltered for a second. He doubted that it would.
Draconis
Lucius held up his son proudly, showing him off to gathered relatives.
"What have you decided to call him?"
"Draconis" Lucius stated automatically, before Narcissa had a chance to object, "Draco."
He passed the baby to his mother and sat observing the room, smiling but playing with a ring on his right hand. It was silver, with a dragon in the centre of the band, and he never took it off.
His wife shot him a withering look, and Lucius knew they would be discussing it later. He stilled his hands from the familiar nervous act, and tuned into the conversation going on around him.
Later. Later, he thought, he would write to Severus. Sev wouldn't be pleased - they hadn't spoken in a while - but he would know. Lucius smiled to himself. How ironic that the person who knew him best wasn't here to share this. He would know, and understand, and perhaps it would make things alright.
Lucius' happy facade faltered for a second. He doubted that it would.
