To Eat Death or Not to Eat Death? That is the Question.
(A tale of three boys' Rite of Passage)
Pen Name: PhoenixTear
Email: PhoenixTear2003@yahoo.com
Category: Romance/Humor (Slash)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't imply.
Pairing: Lucius/Severus Snape and Harry/Draco
Interlude: Just Harry and Just Harry's Rules
Harry couldn't believe the end of the term was here. He had the most amazing year with the one person he hadn't expected it from. Next year was their final year. One to go. Then it'd be all over. He'd go on his way and Harry was to go on his. That is what Harry wanted. Harry made the rules.
How many nights had they made love? How many days did they stay locked away together somewhere in the castle? Didn't matter though. They were different. too different. It'd never work. Harry wasn't gay. Just bi, and not even that much. He didn't want to be stuck with a guy all his life. He wanted some chance of normalcy. Not to mention in year Draco would be a deatheater and Harry would be fighting against him. In a year. One to go.
Harry closed his eyes and lean back against the statue of a gargoyle. He thought about how pleading Draco's voice was every time after they were finished. "I love you. I love you. I love you," he'd repeat over and over, desperate for something from Harry. Sure Harry loved Draco - and he told him so. But for Draco every night it was different. Harry could tell Draco was pleading for Harry to change the rules. Harry didn't though. He'd just hold Draco, tell him he loved him and they'd fall asleep together. Now Harry wasn't sure how this summer was going to be knowing he'd have to wait three months to lay in the comfort of Draco's arms. Funny, how Draco had been the one who only wanted to shag in the beginning. Harry had forced him to stick with him and shape it into their now fucked up relationship.
Harry surveyed the ground below him. He had flown wildly on his Firebolt in attempts to clear his mind. Tired of flying and mind victorious in the battle, Harry settled himself high on a gargoyle facing the Forbidden Forest. Heights always helped Harry think. Somehow the likeness of sky and wind help him feel freer. It was a fine spring day, actually one of the few without rain. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was becoming a blaze of orange highlights with clouds rolling in. The sight reaffirmed Harry's faith in heavenly intervention and all things good. Once it awhile he needed that with Voldemort always lurking, threatening his existence.
"I'm just a kid. I'm just Harry," he said weakly to himself. He thought about how those were his words to Hagrid the night he'd been told he was a wizard. "Just Harry." Voldemort was back and to Harry, maybe for good. Next year he was graduating and everyone expected him to defeat Voldemort by then. Which was one of the reasons for his rules.
People were dying and it was up to Harry to defeat one of the great wizards of all time, and maybe the greatest. Dumbledore was old and crazier than ever. He used to be aloof and quirky. Now with the war in full swing and age catching up he was just making crazy, impossible plots, and when they ended there was Harry to finish the King Deatheater himself. Everyone had faith he'd do it again and again.
"I've just been lucky. My lucks running out." Time after time he defeated Voldemort and each time luck had been on his side. Hermione did the thinking, Ron had the common sense and bravery, and Harry was the bait. He hated the fact that by being his friend or boyfriend he endangered people's lives. "I should have just died."
Harry sighed. Sometimes he couldn't help but be tragic. Ron always said he had no right to be as normal as he is. Harry saw the logic in that. Harry looked at the sky. It was so beautiful. Harry loved this time of day. It came from growing up in a muggle world. Dusk made the world around you feel magical and like anything is possible. Well now Harry had magic and everything wasn't possible. *That's a depressing thought.* Harry decided muggles have it better not knowing. A raindrop fell on Harry's nose. He smiled and wiped it off. It seemed as though he was even depressing the clouds tonight.
~*.*~
Chapter 7: The Broken Wand, Melodramatics, and Mr. Malfoy
"This going to be great Sevvy," Lucius said excitedly as he stretched like a cat. He was sleepy still as he walked over to a mirror. "Argh. Look at what shagging you all night does to my skin. I look dead." Lucius ran his hands through hair in attempts to fix it. He took in his appearance. A seventeen-year-old wearing gray sweatpants that hung dangerously on his hips, body completely morning-after-sex drenched stood in the mirror. He smiled at himself seeing his sliver eyes reflect the happiness he felt. So long he had waited. Last night was everything and more. Severus was in no state of mind to pay attention to Lucius's rambling about his appearance. He simply rolled over in the bed and pulled the covers over his head grumbling about morning light being outlawed.
"I can't believe this flat is all yours. I can't believe you let me come here. I can't believe you shagged me finally." Severus's eyes suddenly snapped open under the blankets. "You're so grumpy in the morning. I don't know how that's possible after last night. I'll go fix us breakfast. or at least I'll try. Never cooked before." Lucius wandered off to find the kitchen.
*Shag. Last night. Shag. Oh good lord what have I done?* Severus pulled his legs up into his chest and started to smack his head with his fists. *After all these years I've avoided this. Now! Now after all this time?*
It was two years since Severus had last been to Hogwarts. He was nineteen and grown up. He had promised to keep in touch with Lucius but rarely did it. He did however show up for the younger boy's graduation. How couldn't he after so many pleading letters, both nice and threatening if he didn't.
Severus made a decent living. He had his actual job working in a potions lab as a researcher, but that didn't pay enough to even rent a flat, minus anything else including food. One of his co-workers caught him muttering obscenities over a check when they first tipped him off to the black market. Severus hadn't planned on going in that direction until his landlord gave him two weeks for three months back rent. Desperate, he tried his luck in a life of criminal potion making. Turns out with his knowledge of illegal potions and ability he could make more than enough money. Severus was doing quite well on his own. He ignored the fact it wasn't exactly honest. He just made the potion. It wasn't bad unless you *knew* they were going to harm someone with it, and that wasn't any his business. That's what he told himself or tried to at least.
Severus tried to remember last night. *Last night. Last night. Graduation, Dumbledore, party, alcohol, Sirius, fight, pub, more alcohol. then what?* Severus threw the covers off of him and sat up. He quickly yanked the covers over him realizing he was naked and squeaked. "Then what? How'd that little bugger get back here," he whispered to himself in disbelief. Severus found his boxers and Tee shirt on the floor and yanked them on, hopping as he put on the boxers. He ran to the kitchen and skidded across the floor as he stopped.
Lucius was panicked. A loud noise was going off and pans were hissing and splashing of control. Toast was burning as well as a teapot boiling over. Lucius kept turning from disaster to disaster and shrieking as he pulled his hands away from threatening grease or boiling water to cover his ears. He turned to the frying pan. "No, no, no, no, no. Please stop that!" He attempted to pick up the pan. "Okay! Perhaps not. You're still a bit angry."
Severus didn't know whether to laugh or yell at the sight. Lucius looked so hopeless and was trying so hard. "Where's your wand, you bloody moron," Severus barked at Lucius, who jumped at the sound too busy with his chaos to notice the entrance. Lucius turned to face Severus, face blank. "Well bloody use the damn thing to put this out! You're going to burn the place at this rate!" Lucius looked sheepishly from side to side and pulled his sweatpants up that were threaten to reveal too much flesh. "Your wand Lucius!" Severus ran out of the room and got his. He returned to the scene and flish and flicked a whole lot. Suddenly the mess halted and the kitchen was quiet. Lucius just stood there shirtless and in a pair of Severus sweatpants, adding to the condemning evidence that they slept together. "Where the hell is your *wand* Lucius," Severus asked once more.
"Ummm," Lucius dragged out, face reddening. Severus face didn't look as though he appreciated Lucius's lack of articulation. "Last night... you, uh, broke it."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me. I broke your wand?"
Lucius put what remained of his breakfast on plates to advert his eyes from Severus. "Yeah. You know."
"No. I really don't know," Severus said, tone unchanging.
Lucius spread butter on burnt toast. "You broke it using it on me. You know *last night,*" he hinted.
Severus brow furled in confusion. "Using your wand on you. How. why would I use *your* wand on you?"
Lucius brought over the two plates and set them on the kitchen table. "Sit," he commanded as he returned back over to the kitchenette for the tea and orange juice. Severus sat. "Oh well last night you said that you didn't want your wand in my ass." Severus sunk in his chair suddenly understanding. He folded his arms and buried his face in them on the table. "You shouldn't do that. You'll get hair in the food. Don't worry about it. I'll get a new wand," Lucius reassured. "You need to eat. You don't look like you've had a proper meal all year. Eat the toast at least."
Severus lifted his head. "New wand? You idiot. I don't *remember* last night. I don't *need* burnt toast. I *need* a hangunder potion. I need you to disappear. I need none of this to have EVER happened. I didn't shag you. Understand?" Severus knew he was being harsh but at the moment he didn't care. He apparently just slept with his best friend from school, which in his opinion WAS not a good thing.
Lucius stopped chewing his dry dippy egg and swallowed. "Understand? Completely. I completely fucking understand you now." Lucius got up and headed for the bedroom. He dug around on the floor and in the covers collecting his clothing.
Severus reluctantly followed him into the room. "You aren't going to tell anyone about this are you?" Severus had his arms crossed and was leaning against the frame of the bedroom door.
Lucius stripped himself of Severus's pants and threw them at him. "There you can have your pants back THAT YOU GAVE TO ME. Oh. That's right. YOU DON'T REMEMBER. Fucking homophobe asshole." Severus could hardly believe Lucius was yelling at him completely naked or that he started crying completely naked. "I guess you HAVE to be DRUNK to tell someone you LOVE them. I hate you. I HATE YOU!" Lucius was successful in putting on his boxers before he sank onto the bed and cried.
Severus didn't know what to. He couldn't have said he loved Lucius. *Love? Lucius?* The two words didn't fit together. Sure, he loved Lucius. But LOVING Lucius was an entirely different matter. He didn't really feel like consoling the sobbing Malfoy but knew he better if he wanted to remain somewhat normal. Severus started to move towards Lucius when a chime went off, meaning someone was at the door. Both damning and grateful for the distraction Severus left the room. Lucius threw a pillow in anger at the door where Severus had been standing. "Stop being so damn melodramatic," Severus called to Lucius, who was more enraged.
Severus opened the door in his underclothes to find Mr. Malfoy standing in front of him. "Mr. Malfoy, was I expecting you today," Severus asked as calmly as he could. The senior Malfoy let himself into the flat. He was an older gentleman in his early fifties and was still quite attractive. He was also a spitting image of Lucius, same white hair and same gray-sliver eyes. Severus tried to remain calm. He had one of the more dangerous men of the Wizard World in his flat and he had just shagged his son. Of course to make the situation worse his son was crying in his very bedroom claiming a broken heart. Severus held his breath hoping this disaster would soon be over.
"Severus, my young man. The, ahem, potion. You said it'd be ready this morning." Mr. Malfoy walked about the entrance hall to the kitchen. "Better at potions than cooking? I should send you a house elf. Perhaps if this potions goes over well." Mr. Malfoy was not an intimidating man, just one of respect. Severus never felt comfortable around him knowing how he beat Lucius in his drunken rages, although conversation was always quite easy with him.
"Ah. Right. The potion. I'll go get it." Severus turned around to find Lucius frozen in the hallway, face tear stained.
"Lucius," Mr. Malfoy said uncertain. "Lucius what are you doing here?"
Lucius's gaze drifted to his father to Severus. "Why his he here Sevvy? Are you working for him? You are, aren't you? Oh fucking great. You'll go to Azkaban. Father you can't use him."
"He's a fine potion maker Lucius. I'll use whom I please. Why aren't you dressed? Have you been crying? Severus explain this."
Severus knew he was stuck between a rock and hard place at the moment. "I'll just be getting that potion. He spent the night. Stubbed his toe while he was dressing, I think. Be right back." Severus ran as fast as he could without slamming into something. He danced between which vial was correct before grabbed one and ran out and handed it over. "There you are Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure it'll fit your needs. I'll make sure Lucius gets back tonight. Had a bit too much to drink. I'm sure you understand." Severus hoped he was convincing and held his breath waiting for Mr. Malfoy's reaction.
He seemed to think it over. He glanced at his son who was remaining perfectly quiet, too quiet. Luckily thought he didn't call them on the actual situation. "Come here boy," he called to Lucius. Lucius obeyed and came to his father. Mr. Malfoy took Lucius face in his hands and peered into his eyes. "You've been doing drugs haven't you. Tsk, tsk. I told you not to listen to Crabbe and Goyle. When you come home be prepared to spend a week in the dungeons for rehabilitation. No son of mine is going to be a junkie. Consider yourself lucky. I won't tell your mother about this." He let go of Lucius's face Harshly. "You're the pathetic one of the bunch. Always trouble, little runt. You should be more like you're brothers." He turned to Severus next. "I understand you were trying to help him by hiding him. Not worry though, this does not effect our business ventures. Next time, don't bother though." Mr. Malfoy lifted the vial in thanks and turned to leave, closing the door behind him.
Both boys let go of their breaths. Lucius didn't say anything and slid down a wall of the hallway sitting on the floor. Severus stood calming his nerves before going out to the kitchen and making two cups of tea. He came back and handed one to Lucius and sat down in front of him. "Well that was certainly interesting," Severus said in efforts to break the silence between them.
Lucius didn't drink his tea. He simply held the cup in his hands enjoying the warmth. He lifted his eyes from the cup to Severus. "I'm joining the deatheaters."
Pen Name: PhoenixTear
Email: PhoenixTear2003@yahoo.com
Category: Romance/Humor (Slash)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't imply.
Pairing: Lucius/Severus Snape and Harry/Draco
Interlude: Just Harry and Just Harry's Rules
Harry couldn't believe the end of the term was here. He had the most amazing year with the one person he hadn't expected it from. Next year was their final year. One to go. Then it'd be all over. He'd go on his way and Harry was to go on his. That is what Harry wanted. Harry made the rules.
How many nights had they made love? How many days did they stay locked away together somewhere in the castle? Didn't matter though. They were different. too different. It'd never work. Harry wasn't gay. Just bi, and not even that much. He didn't want to be stuck with a guy all his life. He wanted some chance of normalcy. Not to mention in year Draco would be a deatheater and Harry would be fighting against him. In a year. One to go.
Harry closed his eyes and lean back against the statue of a gargoyle. He thought about how pleading Draco's voice was every time after they were finished. "I love you. I love you. I love you," he'd repeat over and over, desperate for something from Harry. Sure Harry loved Draco - and he told him so. But for Draco every night it was different. Harry could tell Draco was pleading for Harry to change the rules. Harry didn't though. He'd just hold Draco, tell him he loved him and they'd fall asleep together. Now Harry wasn't sure how this summer was going to be knowing he'd have to wait three months to lay in the comfort of Draco's arms. Funny, how Draco had been the one who only wanted to shag in the beginning. Harry had forced him to stick with him and shape it into their now fucked up relationship.
Harry surveyed the ground below him. He had flown wildly on his Firebolt in attempts to clear his mind. Tired of flying and mind victorious in the battle, Harry settled himself high on a gargoyle facing the Forbidden Forest. Heights always helped Harry think. Somehow the likeness of sky and wind help him feel freer. It was a fine spring day, actually one of the few without rain. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was becoming a blaze of orange highlights with clouds rolling in. The sight reaffirmed Harry's faith in heavenly intervention and all things good. Once it awhile he needed that with Voldemort always lurking, threatening his existence.
"I'm just a kid. I'm just Harry," he said weakly to himself. He thought about how those were his words to Hagrid the night he'd been told he was a wizard. "Just Harry." Voldemort was back and to Harry, maybe for good. Next year he was graduating and everyone expected him to defeat Voldemort by then. Which was one of the reasons for his rules.
People were dying and it was up to Harry to defeat one of the great wizards of all time, and maybe the greatest. Dumbledore was old and crazier than ever. He used to be aloof and quirky. Now with the war in full swing and age catching up he was just making crazy, impossible plots, and when they ended there was Harry to finish the King Deatheater himself. Everyone had faith he'd do it again and again.
"I've just been lucky. My lucks running out." Time after time he defeated Voldemort and each time luck had been on his side. Hermione did the thinking, Ron had the common sense and bravery, and Harry was the bait. He hated the fact that by being his friend or boyfriend he endangered people's lives. "I should have just died."
Harry sighed. Sometimes he couldn't help but be tragic. Ron always said he had no right to be as normal as he is. Harry saw the logic in that. Harry looked at the sky. It was so beautiful. Harry loved this time of day. It came from growing up in a muggle world. Dusk made the world around you feel magical and like anything is possible. Well now Harry had magic and everything wasn't possible. *That's a depressing thought.* Harry decided muggles have it better not knowing. A raindrop fell on Harry's nose. He smiled and wiped it off. It seemed as though he was even depressing the clouds tonight.
~*.*~
Chapter 7: The Broken Wand, Melodramatics, and Mr. Malfoy
"This going to be great Sevvy," Lucius said excitedly as he stretched like a cat. He was sleepy still as he walked over to a mirror. "Argh. Look at what shagging you all night does to my skin. I look dead." Lucius ran his hands through hair in attempts to fix it. He took in his appearance. A seventeen-year-old wearing gray sweatpants that hung dangerously on his hips, body completely morning-after-sex drenched stood in the mirror. He smiled at himself seeing his sliver eyes reflect the happiness he felt. So long he had waited. Last night was everything and more. Severus was in no state of mind to pay attention to Lucius's rambling about his appearance. He simply rolled over in the bed and pulled the covers over his head grumbling about morning light being outlawed.
"I can't believe this flat is all yours. I can't believe you let me come here. I can't believe you shagged me finally." Severus's eyes suddenly snapped open under the blankets. "You're so grumpy in the morning. I don't know how that's possible after last night. I'll go fix us breakfast. or at least I'll try. Never cooked before." Lucius wandered off to find the kitchen.
*Shag. Last night. Shag. Oh good lord what have I done?* Severus pulled his legs up into his chest and started to smack his head with his fists. *After all these years I've avoided this. Now! Now after all this time?*
It was two years since Severus had last been to Hogwarts. He was nineteen and grown up. He had promised to keep in touch with Lucius but rarely did it. He did however show up for the younger boy's graduation. How couldn't he after so many pleading letters, both nice and threatening if he didn't.
Severus made a decent living. He had his actual job working in a potions lab as a researcher, but that didn't pay enough to even rent a flat, minus anything else including food. One of his co-workers caught him muttering obscenities over a check when they first tipped him off to the black market. Severus hadn't planned on going in that direction until his landlord gave him two weeks for three months back rent. Desperate, he tried his luck in a life of criminal potion making. Turns out with his knowledge of illegal potions and ability he could make more than enough money. Severus was doing quite well on his own. He ignored the fact it wasn't exactly honest. He just made the potion. It wasn't bad unless you *knew* they were going to harm someone with it, and that wasn't any his business. That's what he told himself or tried to at least.
Severus tried to remember last night. *Last night. Last night. Graduation, Dumbledore, party, alcohol, Sirius, fight, pub, more alcohol. then what?* Severus threw the covers off of him and sat up. He quickly yanked the covers over him realizing he was naked and squeaked. "Then what? How'd that little bugger get back here," he whispered to himself in disbelief. Severus found his boxers and Tee shirt on the floor and yanked them on, hopping as he put on the boxers. He ran to the kitchen and skidded across the floor as he stopped.
Lucius was panicked. A loud noise was going off and pans were hissing and splashing of control. Toast was burning as well as a teapot boiling over. Lucius kept turning from disaster to disaster and shrieking as he pulled his hands away from threatening grease or boiling water to cover his ears. He turned to the frying pan. "No, no, no, no, no. Please stop that!" He attempted to pick up the pan. "Okay! Perhaps not. You're still a bit angry."
Severus didn't know whether to laugh or yell at the sight. Lucius looked so hopeless and was trying so hard. "Where's your wand, you bloody moron," Severus barked at Lucius, who jumped at the sound too busy with his chaos to notice the entrance. Lucius turned to face Severus, face blank. "Well bloody use the damn thing to put this out! You're going to burn the place at this rate!" Lucius looked sheepishly from side to side and pulled his sweatpants up that were threaten to reveal too much flesh. "Your wand Lucius!" Severus ran out of the room and got his. He returned to the scene and flish and flicked a whole lot. Suddenly the mess halted and the kitchen was quiet. Lucius just stood there shirtless and in a pair of Severus sweatpants, adding to the condemning evidence that they slept together. "Where the hell is your *wand* Lucius," Severus asked once more.
"Ummm," Lucius dragged out, face reddening. Severus face didn't look as though he appreciated Lucius's lack of articulation. "Last night... you, uh, broke it."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me. I broke your wand?"
Lucius put what remained of his breakfast on plates to advert his eyes from Severus. "Yeah. You know."
"No. I really don't know," Severus said, tone unchanging.
Lucius spread butter on burnt toast. "You broke it using it on me. You know *last night,*" he hinted.
Severus brow furled in confusion. "Using your wand on you. How. why would I use *your* wand on you?"
Lucius brought over the two plates and set them on the kitchen table. "Sit," he commanded as he returned back over to the kitchenette for the tea and orange juice. Severus sat. "Oh well last night you said that you didn't want your wand in my ass." Severus sunk in his chair suddenly understanding. He folded his arms and buried his face in them on the table. "You shouldn't do that. You'll get hair in the food. Don't worry about it. I'll get a new wand," Lucius reassured. "You need to eat. You don't look like you've had a proper meal all year. Eat the toast at least."
Severus lifted his head. "New wand? You idiot. I don't *remember* last night. I don't *need* burnt toast. I *need* a hangunder potion. I need you to disappear. I need none of this to have EVER happened. I didn't shag you. Understand?" Severus knew he was being harsh but at the moment he didn't care. He apparently just slept with his best friend from school, which in his opinion WAS not a good thing.
Lucius stopped chewing his dry dippy egg and swallowed. "Understand? Completely. I completely fucking understand you now." Lucius got up and headed for the bedroom. He dug around on the floor and in the covers collecting his clothing.
Severus reluctantly followed him into the room. "You aren't going to tell anyone about this are you?" Severus had his arms crossed and was leaning against the frame of the bedroom door.
Lucius stripped himself of Severus's pants and threw them at him. "There you can have your pants back THAT YOU GAVE TO ME. Oh. That's right. YOU DON'T REMEMBER. Fucking homophobe asshole." Severus could hardly believe Lucius was yelling at him completely naked or that he started crying completely naked. "I guess you HAVE to be DRUNK to tell someone you LOVE them. I hate you. I HATE YOU!" Lucius was successful in putting on his boxers before he sank onto the bed and cried.
Severus didn't know what to. He couldn't have said he loved Lucius. *Love? Lucius?* The two words didn't fit together. Sure, he loved Lucius. But LOVING Lucius was an entirely different matter. He didn't really feel like consoling the sobbing Malfoy but knew he better if he wanted to remain somewhat normal. Severus started to move towards Lucius when a chime went off, meaning someone was at the door. Both damning and grateful for the distraction Severus left the room. Lucius threw a pillow in anger at the door where Severus had been standing. "Stop being so damn melodramatic," Severus called to Lucius, who was more enraged.
Severus opened the door in his underclothes to find Mr. Malfoy standing in front of him. "Mr. Malfoy, was I expecting you today," Severus asked as calmly as he could. The senior Malfoy let himself into the flat. He was an older gentleman in his early fifties and was still quite attractive. He was also a spitting image of Lucius, same white hair and same gray-sliver eyes. Severus tried to remain calm. He had one of the more dangerous men of the Wizard World in his flat and he had just shagged his son. Of course to make the situation worse his son was crying in his very bedroom claiming a broken heart. Severus held his breath hoping this disaster would soon be over.
"Severus, my young man. The, ahem, potion. You said it'd be ready this morning." Mr. Malfoy walked about the entrance hall to the kitchen. "Better at potions than cooking? I should send you a house elf. Perhaps if this potions goes over well." Mr. Malfoy was not an intimidating man, just one of respect. Severus never felt comfortable around him knowing how he beat Lucius in his drunken rages, although conversation was always quite easy with him.
"Ah. Right. The potion. I'll go get it." Severus turned around to find Lucius frozen in the hallway, face tear stained.
"Lucius," Mr. Malfoy said uncertain. "Lucius what are you doing here?"
Lucius's gaze drifted to his father to Severus. "Why his he here Sevvy? Are you working for him? You are, aren't you? Oh fucking great. You'll go to Azkaban. Father you can't use him."
"He's a fine potion maker Lucius. I'll use whom I please. Why aren't you dressed? Have you been crying? Severus explain this."
Severus knew he was stuck between a rock and hard place at the moment. "I'll just be getting that potion. He spent the night. Stubbed his toe while he was dressing, I think. Be right back." Severus ran as fast as he could without slamming into something. He danced between which vial was correct before grabbed one and ran out and handed it over. "There you are Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure it'll fit your needs. I'll make sure Lucius gets back tonight. Had a bit too much to drink. I'm sure you understand." Severus hoped he was convincing and held his breath waiting for Mr. Malfoy's reaction.
He seemed to think it over. He glanced at his son who was remaining perfectly quiet, too quiet. Luckily thought he didn't call them on the actual situation. "Come here boy," he called to Lucius. Lucius obeyed and came to his father. Mr. Malfoy took Lucius face in his hands and peered into his eyes. "You've been doing drugs haven't you. Tsk, tsk. I told you not to listen to Crabbe and Goyle. When you come home be prepared to spend a week in the dungeons for rehabilitation. No son of mine is going to be a junkie. Consider yourself lucky. I won't tell your mother about this." He let go of Lucius's face Harshly. "You're the pathetic one of the bunch. Always trouble, little runt. You should be more like you're brothers." He turned to Severus next. "I understand you were trying to help him by hiding him. Not worry though, this does not effect our business ventures. Next time, don't bother though." Mr. Malfoy lifted the vial in thanks and turned to leave, closing the door behind him.
Both boys let go of their breaths. Lucius didn't say anything and slid down a wall of the hallway sitting on the floor. Severus stood calming his nerves before going out to the kitchen and making two cups of tea. He came back and handed one to Lucius and sat down in front of him. "Well that was certainly interesting," Severus said in efforts to break the silence between them.
Lucius didn't drink his tea. He simply held the cup in his hands enjoying the warmth. He lifted his eyes from the cup to Severus. "I'm joining the deatheaters."