Chapter Four - Lucius Malfoy Comes for a Visit

I woke up and looked over at Libby's bed. She was still asleep, so I decided to get up and go get some breakfast; I was starving.

Getting out of bed, I put on an outer robe (I didn't feel like changing out of my pajamas) and left for the Great Hall.

When I got there, I noticed that hardly anyone was in there. This, of course, is normal for an early Sunday morning. So, I just walked calmly to the Ravenclaw table, and started to put food on my plate.

About halfway through my plate, I heard someone walking towards me, and turned to look. And almost spewed out all of my orange juice. Lucius Malfoy was walking towards me, Snakey the Pimp Cane in hand, as well as his usual smirk on his face.

Wiping up spewed orange juice off of the table, I imitated my best Lucius Malfoy smirk and waited for Lucius to get to me. It didn't take long.

"Ms. Lupin-Black, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you from so many people, that it's not even funny. I'm serious," Lucius said, his drawling voice drawing me in with every word. I quickly shook myself from some thoughts, and gave him my best 'I'm Lucius Malfoy, bitches!' smirk. It works wonders, I'm telling you; Lucius Malfoy faltered slightly at my smirk.

"Of course you're serious, Lucius, honey. I mean, you have a fucking pimp cane! How could you not be serious? Or, should I say, Sirius?" I started laughing at my own joke, and Lucius' face reddened considerably.

"Stop making fun of Snakey! It's not his fault that he is a pimp cane!" Lucius said, voice getting slightly louder. I made a calming gesture with my hands, and that seemed to work to calm Lucius down. At least a little bit; he still looked pretty angry.

"Whoa, hold on there, Lucius. I wasn't fun of Snakey. On the contrary; I'm jealous that you have such a cool pimp cane. I wish I had one," I say, sounding slightly depressed and let down, which I am.

Lucius thinks for a minute, then nods. Suddenly, I have an idea. A very evil idea. Launching myself at Lucius, I manage to kiss him on the mouth.

After a moment, I notice that Lucius isn't pulling away. I smirk, and then flinch slightly when his arms encircle me. I sigh against his mouth, and he takes that chance to deepen the kiss.

Three minutes later, we finally pull away, and I blush. That was my first kiss, and damn, that was hot, with a capital H. I cough and try to avert my eyes from his.

"Um, I think Snape is still in his rooms, if you are looking for him," I say, cheeks reddening. I hear Lucius chuckle, and look up at him. I am surprised to find him smiling. Actually smiling.

"Thank you, Lindsey. Would you mind accompanying me to Severus' rooms? I hate to travel around the castle alone. Never know when Dumbledore will pop out of thin air and try to attack me," Lucius said. I nod, and together we go to Snape's rooms.

Five minutes later, we are at the door to Snape's rooms and Lucius is knocking on the door with Snakey. We hear a grumble, and then the door opens to reveal Snape. My jaw literally drops to the floor. Snape is only wearing some silk black pajama pants, and damn, he looks good. He is a lot muscular than I thought, but not that creepy amount of muscle that you see on bodybuilders. Just enough muscle to look really good. His hair isn't greasy, but looks so soft. I'm pretty sure I'm drooling, but I don't really care at this point.

Lucius and Snape are talking quietly now, and I finally come back to life when I hear my name.

"Yeah, Lindsey actually kissed me. Guess my sexiness is too much to resist," Lucius was saying.

"Oh, shut up, Lucius. Just because I told you that you could expand some of your options, doesn't mean that I don't want to lose my boyfriend to one of my students," Snape says, sounding moodier than usual. Which makes sense, considering that it is about 8:00 on a Sunday morning. Just then, Snape's words sink in.

"WHAT? I WAS RIGHT, AND YOU TWO ARE GOING OUT? DAMN, I'M GOOD!" I practically yell, surprising the two men with how loud I'm being. For me, that's normal.

"Yes, you insufferable Black. . . I mean, Ms. Lupin-Black, we are together. Got a problem with that?" Snape snapped (no pun intended. Okay, maybe slightly) at me. I just stand there shocked for a minute, before I close my mouth and shrug it off.

"So, now that I'm here, wanna go have some. . . fun?" Lucius asks Snape, waggling his eyebrows at the younger man. Snape smiles, and I swear my heart stops; Snape NEVER smiles. Not for anything.

"I think that can be arranged," he says, and I am unfortunate enough to see those two start making out before I turn around and start running back towards the Great Hall. Man, this morning is just getting weirder and weirder.

And it's not even noon yet.