~Chapter 12-Before the Storm~
Lockhart smiled at his handsome reflection in the mirror. He looked perfect today, even more so than yesterday. That was important, seeing as how he was going to give a visit to Snape.
It was pretty early in the morning, but the blonde watched-stalked might be the better word- and knew Snape's routines pretty well.
"Severus... Ready to take me out on date 999?"
There came no answer from the other end of the chamber door.
"I know you're in there!" Lockhart said, chirping.
Still no reply.
"Come on, I have the greatest place picked out for breakfast!"
After five minutes of waiting, Lockhart decided it was best not to go in. He learned his lesson to a point, and did not want to get chased down the hall with Snape wielding some type of sharp weapon.
Gee, maybe he's not in there... the blonde frowned. He MUST he be in the dungeons!
Lockhart eased the door open, looking around. There he is! Asleep on his desk... Isn't that cute? He's such a hard worker.
Unbeknownst to the tittering blonde, who was fawning over how cute Snape looked while sleeping, the dark man was not really sleeping at all.
"What do you want, Lockhart?" Snape asked, growling.
"Date 999..."
"Can it wait till later? I'm busy right now." He said, rubbing his eyes. "I have to finish this potion."
Lockhart would not take no for an answer. He lay across Snape's desk, and smiled handsomely at him. His blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, and the fabric of his glittering emerald robes clung to all the right spots. "...Please?"
Snape looked up at him, annoyed. "No."
"You're so cute when you're annoyed!" Lockhart giggled, pushing the black strands of hair from Snape's face.
The dark man shoved the blonde off his desk, and busily worked away on his gift for Lucius.
Soft sniffling noises where heard coming from the other side if the desk.
"Crying isn't going to work with me, Lockhart. I don't have anytime to go on a date with you."
More, but louder, sniffling was heard.
Sighing, Snape went around to the other side, and looked down at the tear- filled man. "Have you no dignity?"
Big tears dripped from Lockhart's eyes as he continued sobbing. "You... You hate me!"
"Stop that! I don't hate you!"
"Then... Then why don't you want to go on a date with me?" He said between loud sobs.
Snape sighed heavily. He hated it when people cried; it made him uneasy. "If you knock off the crying, I'll go on a-"
Lockhart sprung to his feet, all remains of tears magically gone from his face. "Let's go!"
"Can't I go change first?"
"Oh fine. But hurry! I don't want to miss breakfast!"
Else where~
Draco was up for hours. Normally, he would be throwing darts at a picture of Harry Potter that was tacked up on his dartboard, but for some odd reason, he didn't want to do that anymore.
He went over, and pulled the picture off. "Why'd you go and have to do that, Potter?" Draco asked, flicking the paper. "I don't understand you at all."
Hogwarts' golden boy... The blonde thought, crumpling up the picture and throwing it over his shoulder, walking away.
A few seconds later, he turned and leapt for it. He smoothed out the crinkled parts, and shoved it into his pillowcase.
Meanwhile~
Snape emerged from his chamber, looking fresher than he had a bit ago.
"You changed?" Lockhart asked, looking confused. The dark man had the same type robes on as before.
"You of all people should know that I have no desire to own the fleet of robes that you possess. Besides a few dress robes this is the type I have."
Lockhart thought back to being in Snape's closet. All of the robes of WERE the same kind. "You like black a lot, don't you?"
Snape almost smiled at that. "Come along, you didn't want to be late for breakfast did you?"
"Right!" He nearly pulled Snape's arm off, yanking him down the hall.
Lockhart happily led Snape to a restaurant via floo powder. It was a charming place, somewhere on the Irish coast. "You first!" He said, holding the door for his dark companion.
Snape looked around. It wasn't too bad... Very charming with the wood floors, and crackling fireplace. He looked back at Lockhart's eager-to- please face. "It's.. Cute, Lockhart."
The blonde smiled, glomping Snape's arm. "I knew you'd like it!"
A waitress led them to a secluded table in the back. "I'll be back with your menus in a moment."
Lockhart propped his head up onto his elbow, to gaze fully into Snape's eyes. "I love your eyes..."
"How could you love my eyes? They're completely bloodshot."
"Poor Severus... You look so exhausted... Haven't gotten any sleep?"
Snape rubbed his eyes. "Not since the beginning of the semester..."
Lockhart made his way behind Snape. "Here... Let me make you more relaxed."
"No you don't have to-Ohhh..." the dark man moaned, upon feeling the hands rubbing into his shoulders. "Oh... Oh..."
"Feels good, doesn't it? Why don't you let me take care of you all the time?"
"Mm." Snape said, moaning. "It feels so good..."
"Will you let me take care of you?"
"Yes... Yes..." he moaned. "Just please... Please don't stop..."
Lockhart did stop, however. "Then this means... I'm your boyfriend!!"
Snape's eyes shot open. "...What?"
The blonde plopped down on the dark man's lap, and giggled. "Then one day we'll marry, and I'll be Gilderoy Lockhart Snape!"
That old twitch wormed its way back into Snape's face. "I..I... JUST A MINUTE HERE!"
Lockhart looked taken back with the harshness in Snape's voice.
" I AM NOT your anything. One day, we will NOT be married, because I don't like you! You ANNOY me! I'm only going on these dates with you because you're making me!"
The blonde's bottom lip quivered as tears welled up in his light eyes. He ran from the building in tears...
Elsewhere~
Harry marched down to the Slytherin dorm. He had to put his plan into action immediately. "Elephant toenails!" He spoke to the portrait, stepping through it as it swung open.
Some of the Slytherin students gaped in shock as Harry Potter stepped into their common room.
"Where's Malfoy?!" He demanded loudly. "Tell me, or I'll spy on you while you're taking a shower!"
Though some looked horrified at the thought, some seemed positively enthralled.
"Well, where is he?!"
Crabbe stepped foreword. "Draco's dad pulled him out of school this morning."
"Did he say why?"
"Er... I don't remember..."
Harry started to shake the large boy by the front of his robes. "Come on, think! Remember, god damn it! It's important!"
Crabbe scratched his hair and looked as if he was concentrating a great deal on it. "...I don't remember."
I'm getting no where here! Dumbledore! He'll know what's going on!
Harry ran from the Slytherin house, knock caring whom he knocked over, just as long as he made it to Dumbledore's office. "Professor Dumbledore! Draco's been-"
The green eyed boy looked around at the many figures standing in the office. He recognized two if them as being Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.
"Hello Harry." Sirius said in a grave tone. "Wish we could be visiting on happier times..."
"What... What's going on?" He asked, being ushered by Remus to sit in a chair. Harry looked at the very serious expression on Dumbledore's face. He'd only seen that look once before...
"Harry... Tonight is the initiation of new Death Eaters, as Severus has tipped us off. He is not here right now, having to head off for the ceremony. As you know, Lucius Malfo-"
"No!" Harry shouted. "Not Draco! We have to save him! I won't let Voldemort have him!"
The figures in the room looked back and forth to one another.
"...Who are these people?" Harry asked, looking back at all the people dressed in robes.
"Aurors." Remus answered casually, looking around at the lot of them. It took Dumbledore to explain Sirius's innocence to them.
Harry clutched the robes of one near by. "Please, please don't hurt Draco!"
Sirius rested his hand on his godson's shoulder. "I hope it won't come to that..." he said softly.
Harry stood up, shaking the hand from his shoulder. "I'm coming with you! I'm not going to let Draco become a Death Eater! I'm not a child anymore, and I can handle Voldemort."
"Harry... I do believe your heart is stronger than your common sense at times... If you head straight into the congregation of Death Eaters AND Voldemort, we won't have a boy who lived anymore. We know you want to protect Draco, but getting yourself blown to pieces isn't going to help." Dumbledore said in a calming tone. "What we need is a plan. We do have more spies than just Severus at this meeting so we don't want hurt them as well."
The boy sat down in the chair again. He knew Dumbledore was right, but he wanted to rescue Draco as quickly as possible, not just sit in an office and talk about it.
One Auror stepped foreword from the circle. "Is it open season on dark wizards and witches once the spies have been taken out?"
Another joined the other. "I hope so. I've been itching to blow Lucius Malfoy away for a long time!"
Sirius drew his wand, pointing it at the two. "No one touches Lucius Malfoy!"
Harry and the others shot curious glances towards Sirius at his sudden outburst.
"Ahem... Excuse me for that." The man said, tucking his wand away.
Remus sighed, rolling his eyes. He'll be glad when this whole ordeal is over and done with.
Else where~
Father and son stayed very quiet through out the journey. They had arrived at the destination, which was a small village a few miles outside of stone henge, with several other dark witches and wizards.
Lucius kept a sharp look out for Snape, scanning the crowds.
The dark man approached the blonde, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Hello, Lucius."
"Severus, tell me this isn't happen- Merlin! You look god-awful! Didn't you get ANY sleep last night?!"
"No..." Snape croaked. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, the skin beneath them growing darker with each sleepless night. What he couldn't figure was why he wasn't sleeping. This had never happened before.
Draco pulled Snape aside. "Professor..." he started in a hushed tone, "Why does father look so distraught?"
"Because..." Snape paused to give a loud and long yawn, "He doesn't want you to become a Death Eater. Neither do I."
"But why? I thought he HATED muggles!"
"Draco come with me." Snape said, dragged the blonde boy by his wrist over to an outside cafe. He grabbed the waitress by her arm. "Large espresso. NOW."
"Expresso?" Draco asked curiously.
"Yes, it's better than any energizing potion available for sale." Snape explained, rubbing his eyes again.
"Can I have one?"
"Not until you're older. Now look, Draco. There's a lot you don't know about your father. But you found out a great deal of it the other day."
"You mean the James Potter thing?"
"Yes." Snape said shortly. "...At the end of their seventh year, Your father and James had to break up because Lucius had to marry your mother. Just one hour after the break up, James was already making a date with Lily Evans, a muggle born witch. That's why your father hates muggles. He became a Death Eater because he thought he could get revenge on Lily and get James back, but it didn't work out that way. And when he realized truly what being a Death Eater meant, he didn't want to be one. But it was too late to stop then, as it is now. Voldemort LIKES your father, and he won't let him escape."
Draco twisted a napkin. "Oh..."
"Thank you." Snape said, upon receiving his coffee. "Love can make people do stupid things..."
"Why are you a Death Eater?"
He sighed. "Because of your father."
He twisted the napkin a little more. "...Oh. What was my father like when he was my age?"
"In love with Potter..." Snape said bitterly. "They did the sappiest things together. Like that picnic they went on in their third year..."
Draco giggled at the thought of his father EVER going on a picnic. "What happened?"
Snape paused to take a sip of his drink. "It was a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon around late spring..."
"James!" Lucius called waving to the black haired boy.
"Hullo!" James said carrying a large basket. "Already to go?"
The blonde nodded. "I told Severus if he kept my departure a secret, I'd kiss him."
"Did he agree?" James asked, amused.
"...I'm not sure. He passed out after I said it. Maybe he'll think he dreamt it and I won't have to."
The dark-haired boy laughed and held the door open for Lucius as they made their way over to a bicycle that James had stashed in some nearby bushes.
The blonde sat up on the handlebars and held the basket as James began to peddle. "What did you tell your friends?"
"Well, I basically told Sirius the same. I told him that I would kiss you, and explain everything to him in the greatest detail possible."
Lucius groaned, and rolled his eyes.
"What? You don't want me to kiss you?"
"Well of course I do! Its just Black is such a-"
"-Good friend of mine?" James interrupted, looking at Lucius with an eyebrow raised.
The blonde smiled back at him. "Okay. We'll stick with that." He watched as the countryside went by, sighing happily. "So where is this perfect spot of yours?"
"It's by a pond full of water lilies. It's not much further."
Lucius fidgeted, the handlebars becoming very uncomfortable to sit on. He turned back to look at James. "I'm glad. This is getting uncomfortable."
"Well, on the way back, you can sit behind me then." He smiled, kissing Lucius lightly on the lips.
But as their innocent kiss turned more passionate, and James was no longer keeping his eyes on the road...
Lucius broke the kiss and turned just in time to see that the road turned into a steep staircase. "JAMES! STAIRS!"
"Wh-WHAT?!"
"The bicycle went flying over the steps, which turned out to be pretty steep. They ended up landing in the pond Potter was talking about earlier. Your father was pulling pond scum out of his hair for weeks." Snape said, finishing off his coffee.
Draco laughed, holding his sides. He soon settled down, looking at Snape's dark expression. "Did... Did father kiss you?" He asked curiously.
"No." Snape answered flatly. "He had me believing that I had dreamt it."
Lucius walked over to them. "There you both are! May I ask, what was so funny, Draco?"
"Nothing. Father? Could we ever go on a picnic together?" The boy said grinning.
"You told him about the pond incident, didn't you?" He asked Snape dryly.
"The boy had a right to know what his father was up to during his Hogwarts years."
Draco was almost sure Snape was smiling when he said that. He'd have to get more embarrassing stories from him later.
"Just be glad I decided not to retell the about that time in the shower with-"
Lucius blushed, and clapped his hand over Snape's mouth. "He's not old enough for that one yet!"
Lockhart smiled at his handsome reflection in the mirror. He looked perfect today, even more so than yesterday. That was important, seeing as how he was going to give a visit to Snape.
It was pretty early in the morning, but the blonde watched-stalked might be the better word- and knew Snape's routines pretty well.
"Severus... Ready to take me out on date 999?"
There came no answer from the other end of the chamber door.
"I know you're in there!" Lockhart said, chirping.
Still no reply.
"Come on, I have the greatest place picked out for breakfast!"
After five minutes of waiting, Lockhart decided it was best not to go in. He learned his lesson to a point, and did not want to get chased down the hall with Snape wielding some type of sharp weapon.
Gee, maybe he's not in there... the blonde frowned. He MUST he be in the dungeons!
Lockhart eased the door open, looking around. There he is! Asleep on his desk... Isn't that cute? He's such a hard worker.
Unbeknownst to the tittering blonde, who was fawning over how cute Snape looked while sleeping, the dark man was not really sleeping at all.
"What do you want, Lockhart?" Snape asked, growling.
"Date 999..."
"Can it wait till later? I'm busy right now." He said, rubbing his eyes. "I have to finish this potion."
Lockhart would not take no for an answer. He lay across Snape's desk, and smiled handsomely at him. His blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, and the fabric of his glittering emerald robes clung to all the right spots. "...Please?"
Snape looked up at him, annoyed. "No."
"You're so cute when you're annoyed!" Lockhart giggled, pushing the black strands of hair from Snape's face.
The dark man shoved the blonde off his desk, and busily worked away on his gift for Lucius.
Soft sniffling noises where heard coming from the other side if the desk.
"Crying isn't going to work with me, Lockhart. I don't have anytime to go on a date with you."
More, but louder, sniffling was heard.
Sighing, Snape went around to the other side, and looked down at the tear- filled man. "Have you no dignity?"
Big tears dripped from Lockhart's eyes as he continued sobbing. "You... You hate me!"
"Stop that! I don't hate you!"
"Then... Then why don't you want to go on a date with me?" He said between loud sobs.
Snape sighed heavily. He hated it when people cried; it made him uneasy. "If you knock off the crying, I'll go on a-"
Lockhart sprung to his feet, all remains of tears magically gone from his face. "Let's go!"
"Can't I go change first?"
"Oh fine. But hurry! I don't want to miss breakfast!"
Else where~
Draco was up for hours. Normally, he would be throwing darts at a picture of Harry Potter that was tacked up on his dartboard, but for some odd reason, he didn't want to do that anymore.
He went over, and pulled the picture off. "Why'd you go and have to do that, Potter?" Draco asked, flicking the paper. "I don't understand you at all."
Hogwarts' golden boy... The blonde thought, crumpling up the picture and throwing it over his shoulder, walking away.
A few seconds later, he turned and leapt for it. He smoothed out the crinkled parts, and shoved it into his pillowcase.
Meanwhile~
Snape emerged from his chamber, looking fresher than he had a bit ago.
"You changed?" Lockhart asked, looking confused. The dark man had the same type robes on as before.
"You of all people should know that I have no desire to own the fleet of robes that you possess. Besides a few dress robes this is the type I have."
Lockhart thought back to being in Snape's closet. All of the robes of WERE the same kind. "You like black a lot, don't you?"
Snape almost smiled at that. "Come along, you didn't want to be late for breakfast did you?"
"Right!" He nearly pulled Snape's arm off, yanking him down the hall.
Lockhart happily led Snape to a restaurant via floo powder. It was a charming place, somewhere on the Irish coast. "You first!" He said, holding the door for his dark companion.
Snape looked around. It wasn't too bad... Very charming with the wood floors, and crackling fireplace. He looked back at Lockhart's eager-to- please face. "It's.. Cute, Lockhart."
The blonde smiled, glomping Snape's arm. "I knew you'd like it!"
A waitress led them to a secluded table in the back. "I'll be back with your menus in a moment."
Lockhart propped his head up onto his elbow, to gaze fully into Snape's eyes. "I love your eyes..."
"How could you love my eyes? They're completely bloodshot."
"Poor Severus... You look so exhausted... Haven't gotten any sleep?"
Snape rubbed his eyes. "Not since the beginning of the semester..."
Lockhart made his way behind Snape. "Here... Let me make you more relaxed."
"No you don't have to-Ohhh..." the dark man moaned, upon feeling the hands rubbing into his shoulders. "Oh... Oh..."
"Feels good, doesn't it? Why don't you let me take care of you all the time?"
"Mm." Snape said, moaning. "It feels so good..."
"Will you let me take care of you?"
"Yes... Yes..." he moaned. "Just please... Please don't stop..."
Lockhart did stop, however. "Then this means... I'm your boyfriend!!"
Snape's eyes shot open. "...What?"
The blonde plopped down on the dark man's lap, and giggled. "Then one day we'll marry, and I'll be Gilderoy Lockhart Snape!"
That old twitch wormed its way back into Snape's face. "I..I... JUST A MINUTE HERE!"
Lockhart looked taken back with the harshness in Snape's voice.
" I AM NOT your anything. One day, we will NOT be married, because I don't like you! You ANNOY me! I'm only going on these dates with you because you're making me!"
The blonde's bottom lip quivered as tears welled up in his light eyes. He ran from the building in tears...
Elsewhere~
Harry marched down to the Slytherin dorm. He had to put his plan into action immediately. "Elephant toenails!" He spoke to the portrait, stepping through it as it swung open.
Some of the Slytherin students gaped in shock as Harry Potter stepped into their common room.
"Where's Malfoy?!" He demanded loudly. "Tell me, or I'll spy on you while you're taking a shower!"
Though some looked horrified at the thought, some seemed positively enthralled.
"Well, where is he?!"
Crabbe stepped foreword. "Draco's dad pulled him out of school this morning."
"Did he say why?"
"Er... I don't remember..."
Harry started to shake the large boy by the front of his robes. "Come on, think! Remember, god damn it! It's important!"
Crabbe scratched his hair and looked as if he was concentrating a great deal on it. "...I don't remember."
I'm getting no where here! Dumbledore! He'll know what's going on!
Harry ran from the Slytherin house, knock caring whom he knocked over, just as long as he made it to Dumbledore's office. "Professor Dumbledore! Draco's been-"
The green eyed boy looked around at the many figures standing in the office. He recognized two if them as being Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.
"Hello Harry." Sirius said in a grave tone. "Wish we could be visiting on happier times..."
"What... What's going on?" He asked, being ushered by Remus to sit in a chair. Harry looked at the very serious expression on Dumbledore's face. He'd only seen that look once before...
"Harry... Tonight is the initiation of new Death Eaters, as Severus has tipped us off. He is not here right now, having to head off for the ceremony. As you know, Lucius Malfo-"
"No!" Harry shouted. "Not Draco! We have to save him! I won't let Voldemort have him!"
The figures in the room looked back and forth to one another.
"...Who are these people?" Harry asked, looking back at all the people dressed in robes.
"Aurors." Remus answered casually, looking around at the lot of them. It took Dumbledore to explain Sirius's innocence to them.
Harry clutched the robes of one near by. "Please, please don't hurt Draco!"
Sirius rested his hand on his godson's shoulder. "I hope it won't come to that..." he said softly.
Harry stood up, shaking the hand from his shoulder. "I'm coming with you! I'm not going to let Draco become a Death Eater! I'm not a child anymore, and I can handle Voldemort."
"Harry... I do believe your heart is stronger than your common sense at times... If you head straight into the congregation of Death Eaters AND Voldemort, we won't have a boy who lived anymore. We know you want to protect Draco, but getting yourself blown to pieces isn't going to help." Dumbledore said in a calming tone. "What we need is a plan. We do have more spies than just Severus at this meeting so we don't want hurt them as well."
The boy sat down in the chair again. He knew Dumbledore was right, but he wanted to rescue Draco as quickly as possible, not just sit in an office and talk about it.
One Auror stepped foreword from the circle. "Is it open season on dark wizards and witches once the spies have been taken out?"
Another joined the other. "I hope so. I've been itching to blow Lucius Malfoy away for a long time!"
Sirius drew his wand, pointing it at the two. "No one touches Lucius Malfoy!"
Harry and the others shot curious glances towards Sirius at his sudden outburst.
"Ahem... Excuse me for that." The man said, tucking his wand away.
Remus sighed, rolling his eyes. He'll be glad when this whole ordeal is over and done with.
Else where~
Father and son stayed very quiet through out the journey. They had arrived at the destination, which was a small village a few miles outside of stone henge, with several other dark witches and wizards.
Lucius kept a sharp look out for Snape, scanning the crowds.
The dark man approached the blonde, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Hello, Lucius."
"Severus, tell me this isn't happen- Merlin! You look god-awful! Didn't you get ANY sleep last night?!"
"No..." Snape croaked. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, the skin beneath them growing darker with each sleepless night. What he couldn't figure was why he wasn't sleeping. This had never happened before.
Draco pulled Snape aside. "Professor..." he started in a hushed tone, "Why does father look so distraught?"
"Because..." Snape paused to give a loud and long yawn, "He doesn't want you to become a Death Eater. Neither do I."
"But why? I thought he HATED muggles!"
"Draco come with me." Snape said, dragged the blonde boy by his wrist over to an outside cafe. He grabbed the waitress by her arm. "Large espresso. NOW."
"Expresso?" Draco asked curiously.
"Yes, it's better than any energizing potion available for sale." Snape explained, rubbing his eyes again.
"Can I have one?"
"Not until you're older. Now look, Draco. There's a lot you don't know about your father. But you found out a great deal of it the other day."
"You mean the James Potter thing?"
"Yes." Snape said shortly. "...At the end of their seventh year, Your father and James had to break up because Lucius had to marry your mother. Just one hour after the break up, James was already making a date with Lily Evans, a muggle born witch. That's why your father hates muggles. He became a Death Eater because he thought he could get revenge on Lily and get James back, but it didn't work out that way. And when he realized truly what being a Death Eater meant, he didn't want to be one. But it was too late to stop then, as it is now. Voldemort LIKES your father, and he won't let him escape."
Draco twisted a napkin. "Oh..."
"Thank you." Snape said, upon receiving his coffee. "Love can make people do stupid things..."
"Why are you a Death Eater?"
He sighed. "Because of your father."
He twisted the napkin a little more. "...Oh. What was my father like when he was my age?"
"In love with Potter..." Snape said bitterly. "They did the sappiest things together. Like that picnic they went on in their third year..."
Draco giggled at the thought of his father EVER going on a picnic. "What happened?"
Snape paused to take a sip of his drink. "It was a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon around late spring..."
"James!" Lucius called waving to the black haired boy.
"Hullo!" James said carrying a large basket. "Already to go?"
The blonde nodded. "I told Severus if he kept my departure a secret, I'd kiss him."
"Did he agree?" James asked, amused.
"...I'm not sure. He passed out after I said it. Maybe he'll think he dreamt it and I won't have to."
The dark-haired boy laughed and held the door open for Lucius as they made their way over to a bicycle that James had stashed in some nearby bushes.
The blonde sat up on the handlebars and held the basket as James began to peddle. "What did you tell your friends?"
"Well, I basically told Sirius the same. I told him that I would kiss you, and explain everything to him in the greatest detail possible."
Lucius groaned, and rolled his eyes.
"What? You don't want me to kiss you?"
"Well of course I do! Its just Black is such a-"
"-Good friend of mine?" James interrupted, looking at Lucius with an eyebrow raised.
The blonde smiled back at him. "Okay. We'll stick with that." He watched as the countryside went by, sighing happily. "So where is this perfect spot of yours?"
"It's by a pond full of water lilies. It's not much further."
Lucius fidgeted, the handlebars becoming very uncomfortable to sit on. He turned back to look at James. "I'm glad. This is getting uncomfortable."
"Well, on the way back, you can sit behind me then." He smiled, kissing Lucius lightly on the lips.
But as their innocent kiss turned more passionate, and James was no longer keeping his eyes on the road...
Lucius broke the kiss and turned just in time to see that the road turned into a steep staircase. "JAMES! STAIRS!"
"Wh-WHAT?!"
"The bicycle went flying over the steps, which turned out to be pretty steep. They ended up landing in the pond Potter was talking about earlier. Your father was pulling pond scum out of his hair for weeks." Snape said, finishing off his coffee.
Draco laughed, holding his sides. He soon settled down, looking at Snape's dark expression. "Did... Did father kiss you?" He asked curiously.
"No." Snape answered flatly. "He had me believing that I had dreamt it."
Lucius walked over to them. "There you both are! May I ask, what was so funny, Draco?"
"Nothing. Father? Could we ever go on a picnic together?" The boy said grinning.
"You told him about the pond incident, didn't you?" He asked Snape dryly.
"The boy had a right to know what his father was up to during his Hogwarts years."
Draco was almost sure Snape was smiling when he said that. He'd have to get more embarrassing stories from him later.
"Just be glad I decided not to retell the about that time in the shower with-"
Lucius blushed, and clapped his hand over Snape's mouth. "He's not old enough for that one yet!"