AN: Well, some people seemed to be upset with the length of the previous
chapter, so I'll do my best to make this one nice and long, and if it isn't
long enough, too bad. I tried. Although I have my plot, I just need to
figure out how to get there, so yeah.*cough that sounds like 'Adien'*
Cozy: Glad you like the Christmas theme, but sadly, that'll only be for the first couple of chapters. -.-'
Kathryn: Again, I'll just say, it's a fanfic, I'm sure you'll find many other fanfics in which you will find Lucius going after Snape, Draco, Harry, and so on.so why get on my case for one simple chapter? *shrugs* Oh well.
Continue to review, I appreciate it.my fic is still rated PG-13, for some.rather.interesting themes. ;)
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Chapter 2 Mixed Emotions
Severus slowly wandered upstairs after his talk with Lucius. He smiled to himself when he saw how reluctant Lucius had been to talking about what had happened before he left Hogwarts. At least he had gotten the answer he wanted, however.
Now, Severus found himself in Draco's room, staring out the window at the falling snow. He watched the tiny flakes fall from the cold grey sky, reaching the ground and covering it with their frosty touch. He always loved the overcast sky; it made him feel somewhat secure.
And now, he was left to think about Lucius' reply to his question. He had told himself that Lucius would say that he had been serious when he had told Severus how he felt about him, and when he had kissed him, but Severus had still been surprised, and he didn't know why.
Why was he so surprised?
A noise at the door jarred Severus from his thoughts, and he turned to see Draco walking briskly into the room, his eyes on a letter in his hands. "Draco?" He asked.
Draco looked up at the Potions Master and quickly lowered the letter, half putting it behind his back. "Professor." he said.
"What have you got there?"
Draco glanced down at the letter. "Oh, nothing important."
Severus snorted. "Do you expect me to believe that?" He drawled in a low voice that made Draco half-cringe.
Draco smiled nervously. "Well, no, but it's nothing that you need to see," he replied.
Severus smiled thinly in response.
"By the way, what are you doing in my room?"
He held his laugh. "I needed a place to think, and since your mother has all the other rooms occupied with arriving guests, I figured your room would be adequate enough," he said, glancing around the lovely furnished room.
Draco lifted an eyebrow. "What about Father? I figured you'd have more to talk to him about then questions about his departure from school."
Severus snorted again. "Your father still has feelings to sort out, Draco," he replied, walking towards Draco as he headed towards the door. "And you don't have to call me Professor." With those words, he left in a rush of black, his rather long robes dragging softly over the floor around his moving feet.
Draco stared at the doorway after the Potions Master had left and then shut them quickly, returning to the letter in his hand. It was from Harry Potter! Out of all people!
'Why the hell is Potter writing to me?' Draco cried in his mind, but he read the letter:
"Draco,
This 'ought to be a fun Christmas, everyone's gone! Oh, sorry, before I start writing, I should at least tell you *why* I'm writing you in the first place.
I'm not assuming right away that you feel the same, but after Aurora came, we were talking like.almost like we were friends there.
I won't be surprised if you've ripped this letter up before even reading it.after seeing Hedwig deliver it.
What I actually wrote this letter about, was to tell you that Snape left for Christmas season.which is the weirdest thing ever! Even you know that he normally he stays to give me a hard time since no one is around to stop him, but he left! I think it was yesterday.
You know what? I better shut up, because if I haven't confused you and pissed you off by now.then, maybe you do feel the same way about what Aurora's arrival did.
Harry"
Draco looked up from the letter. 'Potter.'
Sighing, Draco rolled up the letter as he collapsed into his armchair, holding the letter to his chest. 'Damnit, Potter.'
After sitting and thinking awhile, Draco finally decided to reply to Potter's letter, although it took a lot of thinking to come to the decision. But what would he write? What was he supposed to say? Other than, "Oh, Snape came to my house for Christmas.wanted to see Father."?
In the end, he wrote:
"Potter,
You succeeded in the confusing the hell out of me, but otherwise, I understand your concerns about Aurora. I suppose she did do something concerning our rivalry, I don't feel that disgust for you anymore, and after the incident with Aurora and my father.
I'm happy to inform you that Professor Snape is here, although I don't know why, but I'm wishing he were at Hogwarts rather than here. My mother fancies him beyond belief, and I can't stand it. Thank God tomorrow is Christmas and soon everything will be back to normal.
Yet, whatever Aurora did to my father sure did work.
I'll see you when Christmas is over, Potter.
Draco"
Finding his letter adequate enough, Draco fetched the awaiting Hedwig and sent her back off to Hogwarts. He shook his head, still confused by what had just happened, wondering why Potter had been so eager to see if Draco felt the same way. That's when Draco shivered. The word 'felt' didn't sound right to him at all.
He walked over to his window and looked down, seeing more of his mother's guests arrived. He rolled his eyes and turned around, leaning against the window. His mother was one of the main reasons why he hated Christmas, because she always ruined the spirit of it.
Shaking his head, he moved over to his couch and lay down, closing his eyes and resting softly. When he opened his eyes, he jumped to see his father standing over him, staring down at him. "Father," he breathed, recovering from the surprise of seeing his father like that, "what are you doing here?" Lucius glanced at the door. "Hiding from your mother," he replied stiffly.
Draco snorted. "Not you too." he said.
"I can't stand your mother when she has all her phony friends over, it drives me insane," Lucius continued, sitting at the end of the couch, where Draco's long legs didn't reach. Draco grinned. "Now you know how I feel. At least she has enough sense not to send them in here," he spat. Then, he realized something. "Where's Severus?"
His question was answered seconds later, when the door to Draco's room was opened and Severus darted inside, shutting the door and pressing his back against it. "I swear to God, Lucius, Narcissa is mental," he said breathlessly, not noticing Lucius or Draco.
Lucius threw back his head and laughed, Draco watching him.
"What's are you two doing in here?" The Potions Master asked when he noticed them.
Draco and Lucius looked at each other for a second, then at the same time said, "hiding."
Severus laughed, an odd sight for anyone to see, and then joined the two blondes on the couch.
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Harry shook his head as he returned inside the Gryffindor Common Room after dinner. This was the oddest Christmas he had ever had at Hogwarts. For the first time ever, Professor Severus Snape left Hogwarts during Christmas vacation.
Technically, it was Heaven for Harry, since he had no one around to hassle him, even though Draco hadn't been mocking him like usual. It made Harry wonder, why Draco had acted that way, he knew that Crabbe and Goyle had noticed it too. Now, all three of them only looked at Harry, nothing more, nothing less.
Soon, Harry couldn't take anymore and went to his room to write a letter to Draco. He wondered if Hedwig would take it to a place such as the Malfoy Manor, but he had to write the letter. He figured Draco would probably burn it before reading it, considering whom it was from.
After he wrote the letter and sent Hedwig away, he sat on his bed and began cleaning his Firebolt. He wished it weren't so cold out; at least he would be able to ride his broom around and have some sort of fun while he was alone. It was so boring without Ron or Hermione.
After cleaning his Firebolt, which didn't take up much time, considering how he had cleaned it before dinner too, he sighed and lay back on his bed. A repeated tap on the nearby window awakened him. He jumped out of bed when he realized it was Hedwig, and, judging from the fading light outside, he could tell he had fallen asleep.
"Hedwig!" He exclaimed softly as he opened the window for the owl, taking the letter from her. He stroked her chest as he opened the letter. "Did everything go alright?" The owl nipped his finger affectionately in reply, an understandable "yes" for Harry.
He slowly read the letter and sighed in relief. So, it wasn't just him when it came to feeling that something was different between him and Draco. 'I don't feel that disgust for you anymore.' Those were Draco's words. Harry smiled in response, letting Hedwig go up to the Owlery so that she could get some rest, before finally settling into bed himself.
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Cozy: Glad you like the Christmas theme, but sadly, that'll only be for the first couple of chapters. -.-'
Kathryn: Again, I'll just say, it's a fanfic, I'm sure you'll find many other fanfics in which you will find Lucius going after Snape, Draco, Harry, and so on.so why get on my case for one simple chapter? *shrugs* Oh well.
Continue to review, I appreciate it.my fic is still rated PG-13, for some.rather.interesting themes. ;)
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Chapter 2 Mixed Emotions
Severus slowly wandered upstairs after his talk with Lucius. He smiled to himself when he saw how reluctant Lucius had been to talking about what had happened before he left Hogwarts. At least he had gotten the answer he wanted, however.
Now, Severus found himself in Draco's room, staring out the window at the falling snow. He watched the tiny flakes fall from the cold grey sky, reaching the ground and covering it with their frosty touch. He always loved the overcast sky; it made him feel somewhat secure.
And now, he was left to think about Lucius' reply to his question. He had told himself that Lucius would say that he had been serious when he had told Severus how he felt about him, and when he had kissed him, but Severus had still been surprised, and he didn't know why.
Why was he so surprised?
A noise at the door jarred Severus from his thoughts, and he turned to see Draco walking briskly into the room, his eyes on a letter in his hands. "Draco?" He asked.
Draco looked up at the Potions Master and quickly lowered the letter, half putting it behind his back. "Professor." he said.
"What have you got there?"
Draco glanced down at the letter. "Oh, nothing important."
Severus snorted. "Do you expect me to believe that?" He drawled in a low voice that made Draco half-cringe.
Draco smiled nervously. "Well, no, but it's nothing that you need to see," he replied.
Severus smiled thinly in response.
"By the way, what are you doing in my room?"
He held his laugh. "I needed a place to think, and since your mother has all the other rooms occupied with arriving guests, I figured your room would be adequate enough," he said, glancing around the lovely furnished room.
Draco lifted an eyebrow. "What about Father? I figured you'd have more to talk to him about then questions about his departure from school."
Severus snorted again. "Your father still has feelings to sort out, Draco," he replied, walking towards Draco as he headed towards the door. "And you don't have to call me Professor." With those words, he left in a rush of black, his rather long robes dragging softly over the floor around his moving feet.
Draco stared at the doorway after the Potions Master had left and then shut them quickly, returning to the letter in his hand. It was from Harry Potter! Out of all people!
'Why the hell is Potter writing to me?' Draco cried in his mind, but he read the letter:
"Draco,
This 'ought to be a fun Christmas, everyone's gone! Oh, sorry, before I start writing, I should at least tell you *why* I'm writing you in the first place.
I'm not assuming right away that you feel the same, but after Aurora came, we were talking like.almost like we were friends there.
I won't be surprised if you've ripped this letter up before even reading it.after seeing Hedwig deliver it.
What I actually wrote this letter about, was to tell you that Snape left for Christmas season.which is the weirdest thing ever! Even you know that he normally he stays to give me a hard time since no one is around to stop him, but he left! I think it was yesterday.
You know what? I better shut up, because if I haven't confused you and pissed you off by now.then, maybe you do feel the same way about what Aurora's arrival did.
Harry"
Draco looked up from the letter. 'Potter.'
Sighing, Draco rolled up the letter as he collapsed into his armchair, holding the letter to his chest. 'Damnit, Potter.'
After sitting and thinking awhile, Draco finally decided to reply to Potter's letter, although it took a lot of thinking to come to the decision. But what would he write? What was he supposed to say? Other than, "Oh, Snape came to my house for Christmas.wanted to see Father."?
In the end, he wrote:
"Potter,
You succeeded in the confusing the hell out of me, but otherwise, I understand your concerns about Aurora. I suppose she did do something concerning our rivalry, I don't feel that disgust for you anymore, and after the incident with Aurora and my father.
I'm happy to inform you that Professor Snape is here, although I don't know why, but I'm wishing he were at Hogwarts rather than here. My mother fancies him beyond belief, and I can't stand it. Thank God tomorrow is Christmas and soon everything will be back to normal.
Yet, whatever Aurora did to my father sure did work.
I'll see you when Christmas is over, Potter.
Draco"
Finding his letter adequate enough, Draco fetched the awaiting Hedwig and sent her back off to Hogwarts. He shook his head, still confused by what had just happened, wondering why Potter had been so eager to see if Draco felt the same way. That's when Draco shivered. The word 'felt' didn't sound right to him at all.
He walked over to his window and looked down, seeing more of his mother's guests arrived. He rolled his eyes and turned around, leaning against the window. His mother was one of the main reasons why he hated Christmas, because she always ruined the spirit of it.
Shaking his head, he moved over to his couch and lay down, closing his eyes and resting softly. When he opened his eyes, he jumped to see his father standing over him, staring down at him. "Father," he breathed, recovering from the surprise of seeing his father like that, "what are you doing here?" Lucius glanced at the door. "Hiding from your mother," he replied stiffly.
Draco snorted. "Not you too." he said.
"I can't stand your mother when she has all her phony friends over, it drives me insane," Lucius continued, sitting at the end of the couch, where Draco's long legs didn't reach. Draco grinned. "Now you know how I feel. At least she has enough sense not to send them in here," he spat. Then, he realized something. "Where's Severus?"
His question was answered seconds later, when the door to Draco's room was opened and Severus darted inside, shutting the door and pressing his back against it. "I swear to God, Lucius, Narcissa is mental," he said breathlessly, not noticing Lucius or Draco.
Lucius threw back his head and laughed, Draco watching him.
"What's are you two doing in here?" The Potions Master asked when he noticed them.
Draco and Lucius looked at each other for a second, then at the same time said, "hiding."
Severus laughed, an odd sight for anyone to see, and then joined the two blondes on the couch.
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Harry shook his head as he returned inside the Gryffindor Common Room after dinner. This was the oddest Christmas he had ever had at Hogwarts. For the first time ever, Professor Severus Snape left Hogwarts during Christmas vacation.
Technically, it was Heaven for Harry, since he had no one around to hassle him, even though Draco hadn't been mocking him like usual. It made Harry wonder, why Draco had acted that way, he knew that Crabbe and Goyle had noticed it too. Now, all three of them only looked at Harry, nothing more, nothing less.
Soon, Harry couldn't take anymore and went to his room to write a letter to Draco. He wondered if Hedwig would take it to a place such as the Malfoy Manor, but he had to write the letter. He figured Draco would probably burn it before reading it, considering whom it was from.
After he wrote the letter and sent Hedwig away, he sat on his bed and began cleaning his Firebolt. He wished it weren't so cold out; at least he would be able to ride his broom around and have some sort of fun while he was alone. It was so boring without Ron or Hermione.
After cleaning his Firebolt, which didn't take up much time, considering how he had cleaned it before dinner too, he sighed and lay back on his bed. A repeated tap on the nearby window awakened him. He jumped out of bed when he realized it was Hedwig, and, judging from the fading light outside, he could tell he had fallen asleep.
"Hedwig!" He exclaimed softly as he opened the window for the owl, taking the letter from her. He stroked her chest as he opened the letter. "Did everything go alright?" The owl nipped his finger affectionately in reply, an understandable "yes" for Harry.
He slowly read the letter and sighed in relief. So, it wasn't just him when it came to feeling that something was different between him and Draco. 'I don't feel that disgust for you anymore.' Those were Draco's words. Harry smiled in response, letting Hedwig go up to the Owlery so that she could get some rest, before finally settling into bed himself.
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