Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters although I think she should have them all confiscated because she doesn't value them as much as she should.
Chapter 1: The Forbidden1.
Lucius stalked out of Dumbledores office after a surprisingly (considering their past encounters) civil meeting to discuss, of course, his sons well being.
He had walked for perhaps ten minutes before realising that he'd turned away from the main entrance and was walking, rather more briskly than usual, towards the dungeons, towards Snape.
On arriving at Hogwarts he'd had no intention of even clapping eyes on Severus, but he'd known that the encounter was inevitable, although he refused to admit it. He also knew what would happen once he was there and his stomach was gripped with guilt as images of his wife swam before his silvery eyes.
2.
Snape stood and leaned lethargically against his desk, his hands somehow resting amid the organised chaos without knocking anything to the floor.
Lucius was surprised. He didn't know what he'd expected( Snape refusing to talk to him? Snape shouting at him? Death upon entering?) But it wasn't the strange smile that currently rested on his lips. The smile was pleasant enough, but his eyes glittered with scorn. Despite the look of contempt Lucius couldn't help but think (the type of thought you'd never voice or even admit to yourself that you'd had) 'Narcissa is pretty: Snape is beautiful.'
"Why thank you Lucius. If I'm so devastatingly handsome then why haven't I seen you in two months?" Snape retorted sardonically, making Lucius flinch and blush furiously.
"It's not easy, Severus. I've got my wife to think about."
"Ah yes, your wife. How is she? Still draining you of your soul?" Lucius was used to this bitter tone, the sarcasm in his voice masking his pain.
"I should be with Narcissa." Lucius rose to leave and had almost reached the door when Snape spoke again, this time the irony banished.
"Lucius." He made no reply but turned around, his hand still on the doorknob. "Where do you want to be?" Snape had moved closer.
"I should be with…"
"That wasn't my question. Where do you want to be?" Lucius dropped the doorknob and stepped closer to Severus, his arms snaring his waist and banging their hips together, his hands resting on the small of Snapes back. Snapes fngers entwined in Lucius' silky hair as he softly kissed his warm lips and his other hand worked it's way under Lucius' shirt, his wizard clothes left at home due to the summer heat.
Lucius wanted Severus more than he'd ever wanted Narcissa, more, even, than on their much-approved-of wedding day when he'd still loved her.
Snape didn't need to be a mind reader to know that.
3.
Seveus smiled in contentment, reassured that Lucius cared for him as much as he cared for Lucius. Lucius didn't know how he'd ever thought of him and Snape as anything but perfect, and all thoughts of wrongness were eradicated.
Lucius' head lay on Severus' bare chest, his breath on the smooth, soft skin causing Severus to giggle occasionally. Lucius' finger absently traced circles on Severus' shoulder and his surprisingly clean hair smelled of coconut. Severus' fingers idly twirling Lucius' hair made his angry at Narcissa for unknowingly causing him to feel guilty about something which now felt so right. The Dark Mark on both of their pale arms linked them together, an ugly scar from an uglier past.
"I better go." Lucius rose reluctantly into a sitting position and reached for his clothes. Snape sat too and kissed Lucius between the shoulder blades.
"Don't wait too long before you next come to see me, ok?" It wasn't really a question but if it were up to Lucius he would never leave.
"I'll try, but I think Narcissa's getting suspicious." Snape rolled onto his back and crossed his hands on his stomach.
"Why don't you leave her? You don't love her anymore and she never loved you." Lucius sighed as he ticked in his shirt, now standing.
"I will one day. Just be patient."
"Ok." Lucius leant to kiss Severus for the final time and was gone.
4.
Snape was still lying in bed when he heard the sharp crack and Lucius' scream before a soft thump signalled the loss of his best friend and lover and the adoration and passion that they'd shared.
As Lucius died the dark mark on Severus' arm silently screamed and made him writhe in agony.
He pulled on is robe and ran towards the main entrance, his bare feet slapping on the cold stone floor, and it hurt even more knowing-even before he saw Lucius, lying at an awkward angle at the stairs, his silken hair matted with blood, and Narcissa Malfoy stranding over him, her wand drawn and a steely look glazing her eyes- that Lucius Malfoy was dead…
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