Notes: I just had to say that, personally, I think 13 is too young to be kissing anyone, but I had to make the timeline fit. :)
Chapter Three
Lucius Malfoy leaned against the frosty windowsill, pressing his forehead against the glass and closing his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to sit there for hours, his body being cooled slowly by the glass, but he knew that he couldn't. He had finished eating more than a half hour ago and he was certain that Narcissa would still be awake and waiting for him. She always asked too many questions.
Lucius didn't want to face her, especially so soon after his meeting with Snape and Tom Riddle. They had discussed a few things in private, mostly the potions Snape was able to make for the Death Eaters. He knew every poison and sleeping draught in the book, he knew all the truth telling serums and others that Lucius had never even heard of. Snape was quickly proving himself to be an invaluable player and Lucius was finding himself more and more pleased with his old friend every day.
His grey eyes fluttered open and he stared out the window and across the grounds of his manor. Snow had been falling steadily since dusk, collecting in thick piles against the walls and in the corners of the windows. It looked pleasant from where Lucius was standing, serene almost, but his life felt further from serene than it had ever been. A man's serenity certainly didn't come easy after his old male lover re-entered his life, especially after he had married a woman. Lucius hadn't slept well since the night Snape had been christened as a new Death Eater, knowing that the man he had once convinced himself that he had been in love with was living not very far away. All he had to do was Apparate less than a mile and he would be in Snape's bedroom, staring down at him while he slept.
Lucius shook his head, trying to force the thoughts from his mind. He had meant what he said to Snape the first night he'd been back. Narcissa couldn't find out about his past, that was behind him now. He wasn't . . . like that anymore, he had changed. Never mind the fact that Snape had been right about him, Lucius had been the one to initiate the relationship between them. It was a fact he had wanted to forget, a memory that he had wanted to put behind him. Life had gone on and Severus Snape had been left at Hogwarts with the rest of his memories, but somehow, the young man with black hair had managed to remind Lucius of everything he wanted to forget.
The kiss . . . the dreaded kiss that had started everything . . .
"Lucius, you'll get us caught," Crabbe hissed from behind the other two boys, then glanced nervously at Goyle. They weren't usually the ones to question Lucius Malfoy's reasoning, but they didn't want to be caught out of bed right before the end of their third year.
"Go back then," Lucius whispered over his shoulder. "Severus and I will sneak out alone."
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a quick glance, then turned abruptly and headed back in the direction of the Slytherin common room. Lucius cast them a dark glance over his shoulder before following Snape down the hall toward the door they knew would lead them out onto the grounds. Exams were finished and the two Slytherins weren't about to spend their nights locked up in a stuffy dormitory when the night air was so warm and fresh.
"Come on," Snape hissed, motioning Lucius toward him.
The two thin students slipped out the small crack in the door and rushed down the stairs that led to the lawn. The grass was soft under their feet and Snape paused a moment to take off his shoes before darting quickly across the courtyard to a small grove of trees near the lake. Snape slipped between the tall fir trees and collapsed onto the ground, throwing his black cloak off his shoulders. It was far too warm for him to be wearing it and Lucius did the same a moment later.
Snape didn't say anything as his friend sunk down beside him and they both stared up at the shining moon overhead. It was nearly full and it shimmered in the sky, casting a strange glow over their bodies as they lay stretched out on the grass.
"I don't want to go home for the summer," Snape said suddenly and fiercely.
Lucius cast him a bored glance. "Why the hell not? Rather stay here and study?" he sneered.
Snape glared at him. "No, that's not it, Malfoy."
"I hate when you call me Malfoy."
"I know."
Lucius grinned, then watched as Snape leaned back on his elbows. "So why don't you want to go home?"
Snape shrugged his lean shoulders. "A number of reasons. Mostly my parents," he said, shaking his head in disgust. "Stupid Muggle father, he has no idea what goes on in this world."
One corner of Lucius' mouth turned up. "Ignore him, Severus. You're above that."
Snape sighed and looked upward, his black eyes glittering in the moonlight. Lucius watched him, wondering exactly when his friend had grown up. He was only thirteen, but to Lucius he looked far beyond his years. Black hair hung limply over his pale skin and he was never seen dressed in any colours. Already, even at his young age, Snape had the beginning of lines forming at the corners of his eyes. He spent too many hours squinting over a simmering potion and he would age early because of it.
"What?" Snape asked suddenly, noticing Lucius' intent stare.
Lucius started slightly, then rolled onto his side and continued his study. Snape shrunk slightly under his gaze, unsure of what his friend wanted. He had heard his fair share of the rumours that always seemed to spread rapidly through the school. Lucius, his best friend, was known for more than his astonishingly good looks and nearly platinum blonde hair. He was known for the . . . activities he was rumoured to perform with other Gryffindors, the snogging that went on behind closed doors with both sexes.
"Lucius," Snape began, his face growing warm under his friend's gaze.
"Don't talk," Lucius said quickly, reaching out to touch Snape's arm. His eyes narrowed and he studied Snape, his eyes roaming over his body. "Why did it take me three years to look at you?" he asked, as if he'd just found a great treasure.
Snape's eyes widened. "What?"
"Why did it take me so long to really look at you?"
"Lucius, what the hell are you talking about?"
"You know, Severus," Lucius said quietly. "I know you know, so don't play stupid here, okay? I also know that you're the same."
"The same as what?" Snape breathed.
A second later Lucius' face was too near his own, Snape could feel Lucius' breath on his skin. Their mouths were barely an inch apart, only enough room to speak without brushing their lips together.
"The same as me," Lucius whispered, his hand running up Snape's arm to his shoulder.
Lucius' face moved closer, his lips dangerously near to Snape's. Snape felt his heart pounding in his chest, hating the reaction his body had decided to give to his friend's close proximity. Snape was about to jump up, he was about to swear that the entire school would be awakened by his rampaging heartbeat, but the second Lucius' lips touched his own his heart stopped.
He swore his heart stopped beating as Lucius kissed him gently, his lips soft and warm and terribly inviting. He was only thirteen and not half as attractive as his best friend. Snape had never been asked to the Yule Ball by an older girl, he had never met up with a housemate in an empty classroom for an experimental snog. Snape had never been kissed before and now Lucius Malfoy was pushing him gently, his teeth tugging insistently at Snape's lips.
Before he knew what he was doing, Snape had raised himself off the ground to push hungrily against Lucius' mouth. He experimented with the texture of Lucius' lips for a moment before parting his own slightly to let in the tongue that was pushing against him impatiently. They remained still, Lucius' arm on Snape's shoulder, their heads tilted slightly to continue their kiss. It was only when Lucius finally broke away that Snape noticed how breathless he was.
"Great Merlin," he whispered a second later.
Lucius grinned. "Yeah."
That had been the beginning of the closest relationship Lucius had ever had in his life. He hated himself now for doing it, he wished he could turn back time and prevent himself from ever kissing Severus Snape, regardless of how arousing he found the memory. He was married now and he was married to a woman. Lucius had convinced himself months ago that his relationship with Snape had been strictly experimental and nothing more. He had a wife to come home to, a wife who loved him, or at least pretended very well.
With a deep sigh, Lucius stood and stared out the window a final time. He shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of the reaction his memory had invoked in him. He shouldn't have allowed himself to indulge, but the current state of his body might serve some good. Lucius certainly didn't want Narcissa to think he didn't want her anymore and that was the way he had been acting over the past few weeks.
Heaving another sigh, Lucius turned and began to walk toward his bedroom, his thoughts still on the first kiss he had given Snape.
End Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Lucius Malfoy leaned against the frosty windowsill, pressing his forehead against the glass and closing his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to sit there for hours, his body being cooled slowly by the glass, but he knew that he couldn't. He had finished eating more than a half hour ago and he was certain that Narcissa would still be awake and waiting for him. She always asked too many questions.
Lucius didn't want to face her, especially so soon after his meeting with Snape and Tom Riddle. They had discussed a few things in private, mostly the potions Snape was able to make for the Death Eaters. He knew every poison and sleeping draught in the book, he knew all the truth telling serums and others that Lucius had never even heard of. Snape was quickly proving himself to be an invaluable player and Lucius was finding himself more and more pleased with his old friend every day.
His grey eyes fluttered open and he stared out the window and across the grounds of his manor. Snow had been falling steadily since dusk, collecting in thick piles against the walls and in the corners of the windows. It looked pleasant from where Lucius was standing, serene almost, but his life felt further from serene than it had ever been. A man's serenity certainly didn't come easy after his old male lover re-entered his life, especially after he had married a woman. Lucius hadn't slept well since the night Snape had been christened as a new Death Eater, knowing that the man he had once convinced himself that he had been in love with was living not very far away. All he had to do was Apparate less than a mile and he would be in Snape's bedroom, staring down at him while he slept.
Lucius shook his head, trying to force the thoughts from his mind. He had meant what he said to Snape the first night he'd been back. Narcissa couldn't find out about his past, that was behind him now. He wasn't . . . like that anymore, he had changed. Never mind the fact that Snape had been right about him, Lucius had been the one to initiate the relationship between them. It was a fact he had wanted to forget, a memory that he had wanted to put behind him. Life had gone on and Severus Snape had been left at Hogwarts with the rest of his memories, but somehow, the young man with black hair had managed to remind Lucius of everything he wanted to forget.
The kiss . . . the dreaded kiss that had started everything . . .
"Lucius, you'll get us caught," Crabbe hissed from behind the other two boys, then glanced nervously at Goyle. They weren't usually the ones to question Lucius Malfoy's reasoning, but they didn't want to be caught out of bed right before the end of their third year.
"Go back then," Lucius whispered over his shoulder. "Severus and I will sneak out alone."
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a quick glance, then turned abruptly and headed back in the direction of the Slytherin common room. Lucius cast them a dark glance over his shoulder before following Snape down the hall toward the door they knew would lead them out onto the grounds. Exams were finished and the two Slytherins weren't about to spend their nights locked up in a stuffy dormitory when the night air was so warm and fresh.
"Come on," Snape hissed, motioning Lucius toward him.
The two thin students slipped out the small crack in the door and rushed down the stairs that led to the lawn. The grass was soft under their feet and Snape paused a moment to take off his shoes before darting quickly across the courtyard to a small grove of trees near the lake. Snape slipped between the tall fir trees and collapsed onto the ground, throwing his black cloak off his shoulders. It was far too warm for him to be wearing it and Lucius did the same a moment later.
Snape didn't say anything as his friend sunk down beside him and they both stared up at the shining moon overhead. It was nearly full and it shimmered in the sky, casting a strange glow over their bodies as they lay stretched out on the grass.
"I don't want to go home for the summer," Snape said suddenly and fiercely.
Lucius cast him a bored glance. "Why the hell not? Rather stay here and study?" he sneered.
Snape glared at him. "No, that's not it, Malfoy."
"I hate when you call me Malfoy."
"I know."
Lucius grinned, then watched as Snape leaned back on his elbows. "So why don't you want to go home?"
Snape shrugged his lean shoulders. "A number of reasons. Mostly my parents," he said, shaking his head in disgust. "Stupid Muggle father, he has no idea what goes on in this world."
One corner of Lucius' mouth turned up. "Ignore him, Severus. You're above that."
Snape sighed and looked upward, his black eyes glittering in the moonlight. Lucius watched him, wondering exactly when his friend had grown up. He was only thirteen, but to Lucius he looked far beyond his years. Black hair hung limply over his pale skin and he was never seen dressed in any colours. Already, even at his young age, Snape had the beginning of lines forming at the corners of his eyes. He spent too many hours squinting over a simmering potion and he would age early because of it.
"What?" Snape asked suddenly, noticing Lucius' intent stare.
Lucius started slightly, then rolled onto his side and continued his study. Snape shrunk slightly under his gaze, unsure of what his friend wanted. He had heard his fair share of the rumours that always seemed to spread rapidly through the school. Lucius, his best friend, was known for more than his astonishingly good looks and nearly platinum blonde hair. He was known for the . . . activities he was rumoured to perform with other Gryffindors, the snogging that went on behind closed doors with both sexes.
"Lucius," Snape began, his face growing warm under his friend's gaze.
"Don't talk," Lucius said quickly, reaching out to touch Snape's arm. His eyes narrowed and he studied Snape, his eyes roaming over his body. "Why did it take me three years to look at you?" he asked, as if he'd just found a great treasure.
Snape's eyes widened. "What?"
"Why did it take me so long to really look at you?"
"Lucius, what the hell are you talking about?"
"You know, Severus," Lucius said quietly. "I know you know, so don't play stupid here, okay? I also know that you're the same."
"The same as what?" Snape breathed.
A second later Lucius' face was too near his own, Snape could feel Lucius' breath on his skin. Their mouths were barely an inch apart, only enough room to speak without brushing their lips together.
"The same as me," Lucius whispered, his hand running up Snape's arm to his shoulder.
Lucius' face moved closer, his lips dangerously near to Snape's. Snape felt his heart pounding in his chest, hating the reaction his body had decided to give to his friend's close proximity. Snape was about to jump up, he was about to swear that the entire school would be awakened by his rampaging heartbeat, but the second Lucius' lips touched his own his heart stopped.
He swore his heart stopped beating as Lucius kissed him gently, his lips soft and warm and terribly inviting. He was only thirteen and not half as attractive as his best friend. Snape had never been asked to the Yule Ball by an older girl, he had never met up with a housemate in an empty classroom for an experimental snog. Snape had never been kissed before and now Lucius Malfoy was pushing him gently, his teeth tugging insistently at Snape's lips.
Before he knew what he was doing, Snape had raised himself off the ground to push hungrily against Lucius' mouth. He experimented with the texture of Lucius' lips for a moment before parting his own slightly to let in the tongue that was pushing against him impatiently. They remained still, Lucius' arm on Snape's shoulder, their heads tilted slightly to continue their kiss. It was only when Lucius finally broke away that Snape noticed how breathless he was.
"Great Merlin," he whispered a second later.
Lucius grinned. "Yeah."
That had been the beginning of the closest relationship Lucius had ever had in his life. He hated himself now for doing it, he wished he could turn back time and prevent himself from ever kissing Severus Snape, regardless of how arousing he found the memory. He was married now and he was married to a woman. Lucius had convinced himself months ago that his relationship with Snape had been strictly experimental and nothing more. He had a wife to come home to, a wife who loved him, or at least pretended very well.
With a deep sigh, Lucius stood and stared out the window a final time. He shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of the reaction his memory had invoked in him. He shouldn't have allowed himself to indulge, but the current state of his body might serve some good. Lucius certainly didn't want Narcissa to think he didn't want her anymore and that was the way he had been acting over the past few weeks.
Heaving another sigh, Lucius turned and began to walk toward his bedroom, his thoughts still on the first kiss he had given Snape.
End Chapter Three