Ok. Second chapter of my little series. I might just end it here; I kinda like it as it is. Sorry it took so long, and thank you to backalleys an Lucia Dreams for your reviews – it really meant something that people were enjoying it.
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The smirk that played on Lucius's thin lips faltered slightly as he entered, shutting the door casually, taking in the scene before him. Snape was exactly as he remembered, all clammy skin and oily hair; arms now crossed over his chest, his obsidian eyes burnt with something like defiance. So the flame still burnt.
His son, however, he noted with some concern, looked mal at ease to say the least. Sickly, even. There was a grayish tint to his skin and shadows underscored his hollow eyes, which sunk deep into the deadpan expression he wore. Had he always been like this? Lucius struggled to remember the last time he had really looked at his son, but Draco was, after all, a Malfoy, and Lucius found it slightly disturbing to see a Malfoy look anything but beautiful.
"I wonder…what exactly has your potions master been telling you, child?" He questioned, but Draco knew better than to reply. Having not quiet recovered from the shock of Déjà vu, Lucius realised he had no idea how to deal with this. But he kept talking, because, after all, that was what he was best at. To slice someone's throat with your fingernails... that is power. To have them slice their own because of your words… is almost godly.
"He of all people should know better - there is no such thing as good and evil. Words used to give meaning to the masochism of self-righteous martyrs, nothing more. You are above that, Draco. You are a Malfoy."
"You're wrong, Lucius." Said Snape, visibly shaking. The other man simply gave him a sad, patronizing smile, and turned to leave.
"Come Draco. We're late.
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Draco.
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Draco!" His voice low and dangerous, Lucius turned back to face them his gray eyes flicking quickly from his son to Severus, realizing he was fast losing control of the situation.
"You have a duty to your family, Draco." He said, his voice tight with anger, as if that settled the matter. And of course, it did.
"Yes, mindless servitude is quite the Malfoy tradition-''
"Look child. Look at your future." Lucius practically spat the words out, his every syllable dripping with poison he only half meant. "Do you really think they'll accept you as a hero? After you've denounced your family, betrayed your name? No, Draco, no matter who's side one is on, a traitor is still a traitor."
"Father. Do you love me?"
"I am proud of you, Draco." And that, it seemed, was enough for Draco. Snape watched them go without a word, and then turned and wept for the first time in a long, long time.