SnapShot: Bravo, Potter, Bravo

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"Sir?"

Lucius' scowl only deepened. "What is it, Potter?"

"Sir, y-your son thought it best that I come and talk to you."

"Oh, did the little brat come whining to you about how dear old dad beat him up?" Lucius sneered, throwing back another glass of brandy like it was water.

Potter threw himself down onto the couch next to Lucius, "well, I wouldn't say he whined, sir," Potter started, grabbing a glass and pouring himself some brandy, topping up Lucius' as he went, "and I don't think the word he used was 'dear'," Potter clanked their glasses together and together, they downed the inch of golden liquid in the bottom of their glasses. In unison, they sucked in a deep breath between their teeth, the burning of the alcohol sliding down their throats. "Anyway, I doubt anyone would call you 'old' sir," Potter admitted, refilling their glasses, "but yes, he told me. What he didn't tell me was why."

Lucius gave a low, bitter chuckle. "Severus left," Lucius confided, instantly blaming the alcohol. "He just left. He LEFT this house! He LEFT our home. He LEFT..."

"You?" Potter suggested quietly, completing Lucius' sentence.

"Yes," the blond swallowed heavily, glancing moodily into the flames, "no, yes...no," he shook his head, throwing his head back and laughing, as if he were crazy. "No, no, he LEFT because of me."

"Why, sir?"

"Because I screwed Rosier."

Potter's abnormally large eyes, became even more abnormally large as they stared at Lucius. "WHAT? The hell were you thinking? Sorry to be so blunt, sir but you fucking love Snape! I mean, you guys make eyes at each other more often then me and Draco and, sir, we make eyes a lot!"

"I am aware of that, Potter and it is quite sickening. Do try and keep it to a bare minimum in my prescence, would you?"

"Sir."

"What, Potter?"

"Why?"

Lucius laughed again, bitterly and without mirth. He stared into his glass, trying to find the answers.

"I love him, Potter."

"Not Rosier."

"Fuck no. That slimy, git-faced bastard can burn in hell for all I care."

"You love Snape."

"Of course I do," Lucius snarled. "I dedicated my life to the bastard, I gave him everything I could, more then I bloody should have."

"Sir," Potter broke in, staring directly at him, "Why?"

Lucius laughed. "I love him, Potter, I love him so much it kills me. What's the first thing you do when you realize you love someone more then life itself?"

"Push it away," Potter replied promptly, without hesitation. Lucius raised his glass to him in a mocking toast, sipping his already empty glass.

"We're going to need something stronger," the hero of the wizarding word announced blandly, "where do you keep your firewhiskey again?"

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Three hours later, completely plastered and giggling peacefully, Lucius was sprawled out on the floor, Harry Potter resting comfortably beside him, head on the blond's chest.

"Y-you sure you don't want to-" hic "- sleep with me to get back at-" hic "-Se...see...seevyyy?" Lucius slurred happily, petting what he thought was the other boy's head but turned out to be his own stomach.

"Nope," Harry responded with a giggle, burring his face in the silk shirt of his former-enemy-now-his-lovers' father. "I get all I want from your son. Nothing you could do or say could convince me otherwise."

"I'll let you bring a snake to bed," Lucius coxed, ruining the seductive image with a hiccup.

Harry broke down into another fit of giggles. "D-d-done that!" He squealed, looking suspiciously like a tomato as Lucius glanced down at him, a look of awe.

"Have you really? Bloody lucky man, my son!"

"Thank you, Father, I like to think so."

Snapping their head around, or rather, up, they gazed up at Draco who stood, glaring down at them. "Drakie!" Harry squealed, reaching up for him but getting stuck half way. "Love you! Swear I wasn't going to screw your papa. Though he is sorta sexy," Harry said, eyeing the silver haired man who was in yet another fit of giggles.

Laughter took years of the aged face, making him look barely older then Draco.

"Thanks for that image, Harry-love," Draco said, wincing. He reached down, hoisting his lover up and off of his father. "I sent you over here to talk some sense into him and what do you do? You get stone-faced-plastered and utterly shit-faced with him and start talking about our sex life. There are some things I'm sure my father doesn't want to know."

"No-No!" Lucius said, struggling to sit up. "Harry, get back down here m'boy, I wanna hear more about this snake!"

Harry giggled again, clutching Draco and nuzzling into his shoulder. "M'sorry lovey, I won't ever talk sex with your father again."

"Thank Merlin for small favours! Now, let's get you boys some coffee and sobering potion... perhaps some hang-over potion too. You too must have drunk at least three bottles of firewhiskey. I'm surprised your not dead!"

"Don't forget the bottle of brandy we polished off!" Harry piped up.

Draco groaned, wondering where his father kept his emergency detox potions. "Well, what do you know, your habit of not-dying rubs off on people and extends to alcohol poisoning. Bravo, Potter, bravo."

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The second Lucius' head cleared, he dropped the vial of potions and stared at the bright red Potter and his bemused son.

"A SNAKE, Draco? A SNAKE? That cannot be sanitary!"

"That," Potter hissed, sinking to the ground, his head in his hands, "that is the first thing he remembers? Kill me now!"

"If a Dark Lord, thousands of fangirls and various death-eaters, plus three bottles of firewhiskey and a bottle of brandy can't kill you, I sincerely doubt I can," Draco admitted, a little red around the cheeks.

Lucius couldn't help it, seeing Potter on his floor, utterly miserable, he started to smile. Spotting the grin on his father's face, Draco returned it easily and soon they were all gasping with laughter in the small kitchen of the manor.

For a little while, Lucius could forget Severus, but he knew it would never be the same again.

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Author's Notes:

Yes, I couldn't help it. C'mon, who doesn't love Drunk!Luci? XD

Review m'angels,

-Liaa

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Extra Drabble: (before I get flamed ._. )

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"Father, be quite about that damn snake! I swear to you now, on my mother's grave-"

"-she's not dead, Draco."

"-I swear on my alive-mother's future grave, the only thing we did with that damn snake was put it on the bedside, it wasn't even ALIVE, so Harry could talk parseltongue."

"Indeed?"

"Yes! That was all that happened. It was a damn statue of a snake that he used to trigger the parseltongue reflex!"

"..I see."

"Father?"

"Yes, my son?"

"Why do I get the feeling you are disappointed in me?"

"...hmmm...no comment."

"FATHER!"

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Author's Notes:

No flames, okay? XD There was nothing kinky with a snake here (except perhaps in Luci's mind o.O ).

Review lovelies,

-Liaa