WARNING: this is a slash fanficion.
Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine. Also, I claim only half of the story as mine, and the other half is co-writen by BRC. Please review.
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'Planet earth is blue is there's nothing I can do'
David Bowie
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Lucius was walking through the grounds with Severus Snape. He'd come, not only on a social visit, but also to bring some important news to Lucius, regarding his son.
"I still don't think so. I'm sure there are other reasons why he's dropping behind," Lucius said unsurely.
Severus shook his head. "I'm not sure. It's getting worse, I've been keeping an eye on him, and I tell you it's true. It can be helped though...."
"No, no away. Absolutely not. He'll look like a fool."
Severus sighed and leant on a fence, pulling something out of his top pocket. He hit the end of his wand on the fence, lighting it up and lit the small joint he'd pulled from his pocket.
"What's that?" Lucius asked longingly.
Severus shrugged. "I just happened to see this rather intriguing plant as I was collecting ingredients from Sprouts restricted Greenhouse. Seeing as she's hidden the Cannabis from the staff, I thought I'd give this a go."
"How is it?" Lucius asked, edging closer.
Severus looked up over the land. "Not bad. Doesn't quite get you off your head, but certainly does make everything look terribly green."
"You're looking at a field," Lucius smirked, snatching it from his friends grasp. It had barely touched his lips when it was knocked away.
"Draco!" he roared.
Draco, whose hand was burning, threw it to the ground. "Sorry, I thought it was the snitch."
Severus gave Lucius an evil told-you-so sneer. Lucius glared at him then turned to his son.
"Draco, read that sign over there," Lucius said, pointing.
Draco screwed up his face as he strained to see. "Erm.... No trespassing?"
Lucius stared at his son in disbelief. "Oh my Great Lord, it's true... Severus you were right...."
"What are you talking about father?" Draco asked, looking at Snape.
"Draco, there was no sign, only that goat. Do you know what that means?"
His face lit up. "One of the goats has gotten loose... wait.... we have goats? Where?"
Lucius sighed. "Draco. I think we need to go to Diagon Alley, you need to go to Occhiola's Opticians."
The look of horror on Draco's face would have been quite funny if Lucius was high.... He looked down at the dirty spliff and sighed heavily.
Narcissa was on the warpath when they reached the manor. She was chasing maids about and screeching.
"Lucius! I need more shoes! I hardly have enough to go with my blue dresses!" she whined.
"Alright, aright," he said watching the pert posterior of a passing maid. "We need to get Draco glasses anyway."
There was suddenly a lot of shouting from Draco and Narcissa as they protested.
Severus watched without much interest. Things only got good when Narcissa snatched Lucius' cane.
"Narcissa, do hurry up!" Lucius shouted down the corridor.
"I need to make sure my clothes match! I haven't got any Baby Blue heels! I need Baby blue heels!" she shrieked back.
"Narcissa! Just wear anything!"
Her head popped around the doorframe of the big Wardrobe room. "Do you want me to look like I can't afford to coordinate? I'll have to wear my green dress."
Lucius sighed and went downstairs. Even Snape in his most depressing mood was better company than Narcissa on a good day sometimes.
"You two look happy," he said amusedly as he walked into the chillingly silent living room.
Snape was sat by the fire on one of the claw-footed armchairs. Draco was sat upright and sour faced on a chair by the desk.
"I don't need glasses," he whispered bitterly, shooting a nasty look at Snape.
Snape's lips curled into a slight smile and Lucius looked down at the desk. It was littered with paper articles; Snape had obviously been trying to get Draco to read them.
"Well Draco, as much I hate to admit it, I think you do."
"Can't I just have treatment? They can do it with wands now; they shoot a light into your eye. I heard all about it!"
"It's far too dangerous. What if it took off half of your face? There's no reversing it. You'll just have to wear glasses and hope your eyes sort themselves out."
"But I'll look like Potter!"
There was stiff silence. "No you wont. We'll get you some decent glasses, not those round hoops Potter wears around his eyes," Lucius sniffed indignantly.
Draco slumped in the chair.
"Father? Where's mother? She said we were going shopping," Medea smiled almost pleasantly as she burst into the room. "Oh, Hello Professor Snape."
Lucius' brow furrowed. "Medea? Where did you come from? Have you been- erm- smoking? Because you know I'll have to confiscate whatever it is, don't you?"
She stared stonily at Lucius. "I just arrived, actually. And what makes you think I've been smoking?"
"You're in a good mood," Draco sighed.
"Shut up, Draco. I'm in a good mood because my poor husband is in hospital."
Lucius panicked. If anything was wrong she might come home, she might become dependant on him again. Well, on his money vault. "Is it anything serious?"
"Well, the doctors aren't sure yet. But just think of the fortune I'll inherit if it is!"
Lucius thought about it, maybe this wasn't so bad. "Oh, wait a moment. Don't you have to bare an heir first?"
The colour drained from Medea's face. "You mean I have to sleep with him? Father you've seen him! He's older than you! He's fat, he smells!" Medea shrieked sitting on the other armchair.
"Well, I'm sure he'll be fine. He's very wealthy, he'll have the best doctors," Lucius reassured her.
"Fine? I'd rather be skint than sleep with him! I can just come home!"
Lucius choked.
"You could always have an affair," Snape said quietly. "It is the Malfoy way after all."
"Are you hitting on my daughter?"
Snape looked up slowly. "Of course not," he said quietly.
Narcissa finally came down in an Emerald Green getup.
"I need at least 5 more pairs of shoes to look half decent," she scowled.
"You'll be wanting 10 then?" Lucius sighed.
They left the house with Snape feeling quite glad he didn't have a family.
"We'll be going to the Wiz-Mart first, to get you some underwear, Ron," Mrs Weasley announced, whilst the Weasley herd followed her.
"Mum!" squealed Ron, almost tripping over a rock. It wasn't easy keeping up with Mrs Weasley's quick step. Ginny gave a quiet giggle.
At the back, Fred and George walked, talking to each other in hushed voices.
"What are you two, trouble makers, up to?" Mr Weasley asked.
"We're to visit our dealer... I mean our 'tutor', His name is Rasta JC Mack, and he's Lee's cousin," said George, fiddling with metal weed pipe in his robe pocket.
"Yeah, he's always in Weed-Land store... which is right around the corner," Fred realised, and in the next second the twins were already gone, leaving the rest.
"Arthur, I told you not to let them go!" Mrs Weasley snarled at him from the front. "I have to buy them some underwear, too."
They walked for some time, passing the small and convenient shops of Diagon Alley. Upon entering Wiz-Mart, through glass sliding doors, Mrs Weasley spoke to Harry:
"Harry dear, you need to go and buy new glasses. You could save the money you just withdrew from the Gringotts if you go to the Wiz-Mart optician... They carry the line that Gilderoy Lockhart personally designed."
"Uhm... I think I'll stick with something more traditional," answered Harry earnestly.
Gilderoy Lockhart quickly recovered from his loss of memory. Now, after he finally came out the closet, with his boyfriend, Betty, he had begun designing his own clothes and accessories, under the name of G.Lo.
Mr Weasley lost himself in the book section with Percy, while Hermione and Ginny went to check out make-up section of this big wizarding department store.
Harry and Ron were left to mercy of Mrs Weasley, especially after she announced she ought to get some 'soft and warm' undies for Harry, too.
"This pair is perfect. It really goes with your green eyes," said Mrs Weasley, holding up a pair of spandex briefs.
"Uhm... could we stick with something more... conservative?" said Harry, clutching tightly in his hand a pack of six ordinary pairs of boxers.
"If you wish," replied Mrs Weasley rather annoyed, and grabbed a pack of white cotton briefs that each had a day of the week written on them for Ron. Ron scoffed silently.
On the way to the cashier, Mrs Weasley picked up underwear for Fred and George, a home improvement magazine, and met up with Hermione, Percy, Arthur, and Ginny.
Mr Weasley and Percy had bought nothing, while Ginny and Hermione couldn't carry as much make-up and beauty products as they were buying.
After everything was paid for, Mrs Weasley sent Harry, Ron, and Hermione to go and buy a new pair of frames for Harry, while she set out, with Arthur, to buy Ginny new pair of robes. Percy had some important business at the Ministry.
In the meantime, Fred and George were far away from all those worldly problems.
"Yo mon, this some good ganga..." George remarked.
"Shut up and smoke that shit!" Rasta JC Mack, pointing at the spliff George had been holding for the last three minutes.
"Chill Rasta..." said George and he took a big toke.
They were chilling in the back of the Weed-Land, surrounded by Jamaican artefacts and sitting on the green furniture.
"Put up some beat, mon," said Fred, upon receiving the joint George passed him.
"Beenie Mon or Marley?" Rasta asked.
"Marley!"
Rasta flicked with his wand twice, and Marley started playing out of nowhere.
Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine. Also, I claim only half of the story as mine, and the other half is co-writen by BRC. Please review.
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'Planet earth is blue is there's nothing I can do'
David Bowie
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Lucius was walking through the grounds with Severus Snape. He'd come, not only on a social visit, but also to bring some important news to Lucius, regarding his son.
"I still don't think so. I'm sure there are other reasons why he's dropping behind," Lucius said unsurely.
Severus shook his head. "I'm not sure. It's getting worse, I've been keeping an eye on him, and I tell you it's true. It can be helped though...."
"No, no away. Absolutely not. He'll look like a fool."
Severus sighed and leant on a fence, pulling something out of his top pocket. He hit the end of his wand on the fence, lighting it up and lit the small joint he'd pulled from his pocket.
"What's that?" Lucius asked longingly.
Severus shrugged. "I just happened to see this rather intriguing plant as I was collecting ingredients from Sprouts restricted Greenhouse. Seeing as she's hidden the Cannabis from the staff, I thought I'd give this a go."
"How is it?" Lucius asked, edging closer.
Severus looked up over the land. "Not bad. Doesn't quite get you off your head, but certainly does make everything look terribly green."
"You're looking at a field," Lucius smirked, snatching it from his friends grasp. It had barely touched his lips when it was knocked away.
"Draco!" he roared.
Draco, whose hand was burning, threw it to the ground. "Sorry, I thought it was the snitch."
Severus gave Lucius an evil told-you-so sneer. Lucius glared at him then turned to his son.
"Draco, read that sign over there," Lucius said, pointing.
Draco screwed up his face as he strained to see. "Erm.... No trespassing?"
Lucius stared at his son in disbelief. "Oh my Great Lord, it's true... Severus you were right...."
"What are you talking about father?" Draco asked, looking at Snape.
"Draco, there was no sign, only that goat. Do you know what that means?"
His face lit up. "One of the goats has gotten loose... wait.... we have goats? Where?"
Lucius sighed. "Draco. I think we need to go to Diagon Alley, you need to go to Occhiola's Opticians."
The look of horror on Draco's face would have been quite funny if Lucius was high.... He looked down at the dirty spliff and sighed heavily.
Narcissa was on the warpath when they reached the manor. She was chasing maids about and screeching.
"Lucius! I need more shoes! I hardly have enough to go with my blue dresses!" she whined.
"Alright, aright," he said watching the pert posterior of a passing maid. "We need to get Draco glasses anyway."
There was suddenly a lot of shouting from Draco and Narcissa as they protested.
Severus watched without much interest. Things only got good when Narcissa snatched Lucius' cane.
"Narcissa, do hurry up!" Lucius shouted down the corridor.
"I need to make sure my clothes match! I haven't got any Baby Blue heels! I need Baby blue heels!" she shrieked back.
"Narcissa! Just wear anything!"
Her head popped around the doorframe of the big Wardrobe room. "Do you want me to look like I can't afford to coordinate? I'll have to wear my green dress."
Lucius sighed and went downstairs. Even Snape in his most depressing mood was better company than Narcissa on a good day sometimes.
"You two look happy," he said amusedly as he walked into the chillingly silent living room.
Snape was sat by the fire on one of the claw-footed armchairs. Draco was sat upright and sour faced on a chair by the desk.
"I don't need glasses," he whispered bitterly, shooting a nasty look at Snape.
Snape's lips curled into a slight smile and Lucius looked down at the desk. It was littered with paper articles; Snape had obviously been trying to get Draco to read them.
"Well Draco, as much I hate to admit it, I think you do."
"Can't I just have treatment? They can do it with wands now; they shoot a light into your eye. I heard all about it!"
"It's far too dangerous. What if it took off half of your face? There's no reversing it. You'll just have to wear glasses and hope your eyes sort themselves out."
"But I'll look like Potter!"
There was stiff silence. "No you wont. We'll get you some decent glasses, not those round hoops Potter wears around his eyes," Lucius sniffed indignantly.
Draco slumped in the chair.
"Father? Where's mother? She said we were going shopping," Medea smiled almost pleasantly as she burst into the room. "Oh, Hello Professor Snape."
Lucius' brow furrowed. "Medea? Where did you come from? Have you been- erm- smoking? Because you know I'll have to confiscate whatever it is, don't you?"
She stared stonily at Lucius. "I just arrived, actually. And what makes you think I've been smoking?"
"You're in a good mood," Draco sighed.
"Shut up, Draco. I'm in a good mood because my poor husband is in hospital."
Lucius panicked. If anything was wrong she might come home, she might become dependant on him again. Well, on his money vault. "Is it anything serious?"
"Well, the doctors aren't sure yet. But just think of the fortune I'll inherit if it is!"
Lucius thought about it, maybe this wasn't so bad. "Oh, wait a moment. Don't you have to bare an heir first?"
The colour drained from Medea's face. "You mean I have to sleep with him? Father you've seen him! He's older than you! He's fat, he smells!" Medea shrieked sitting on the other armchair.
"Well, I'm sure he'll be fine. He's very wealthy, he'll have the best doctors," Lucius reassured her.
"Fine? I'd rather be skint than sleep with him! I can just come home!"
Lucius choked.
"You could always have an affair," Snape said quietly. "It is the Malfoy way after all."
"Are you hitting on my daughter?"
Snape looked up slowly. "Of course not," he said quietly.
Narcissa finally came down in an Emerald Green getup.
"I need at least 5 more pairs of shoes to look half decent," she scowled.
"You'll be wanting 10 then?" Lucius sighed.
They left the house with Snape feeling quite glad he didn't have a family.
"We'll be going to the Wiz-Mart first, to get you some underwear, Ron," Mrs Weasley announced, whilst the Weasley herd followed her.
"Mum!" squealed Ron, almost tripping over a rock. It wasn't easy keeping up with Mrs Weasley's quick step. Ginny gave a quiet giggle.
At the back, Fred and George walked, talking to each other in hushed voices.
"What are you two, trouble makers, up to?" Mr Weasley asked.
"We're to visit our dealer... I mean our 'tutor', His name is Rasta JC Mack, and he's Lee's cousin," said George, fiddling with metal weed pipe in his robe pocket.
"Yeah, he's always in Weed-Land store... which is right around the corner," Fred realised, and in the next second the twins were already gone, leaving the rest.
"Arthur, I told you not to let them go!" Mrs Weasley snarled at him from the front. "I have to buy them some underwear, too."
They walked for some time, passing the small and convenient shops of Diagon Alley. Upon entering Wiz-Mart, through glass sliding doors, Mrs Weasley spoke to Harry:
"Harry dear, you need to go and buy new glasses. You could save the money you just withdrew from the Gringotts if you go to the Wiz-Mart optician... They carry the line that Gilderoy Lockhart personally designed."
"Uhm... I think I'll stick with something more traditional," answered Harry earnestly.
Gilderoy Lockhart quickly recovered from his loss of memory. Now, after he finally came out the closet, with his boyfriend, Betty, he had begun designing his own clothes and accessories, under the name of G.Lo.
Mr Weasley lost himself in the book section with Percy, while Hermione and Ginny went to check out make-up section of this big wizarding department store.
Harry and Ron were left to mercy of Mrs Weasley, especially after she announced she ought to get some 'soft and warm' undies for Harry, too.
"This pair is perfect. It really goes with your green eyes," said Mrs Weasley, holding up a pair of spandex briefs.
"Uhm... could we stick with something more... conservative?" said Harry, clutching tightly in his hand a pack of six ordinary pairs of boxers.
"If you wish," replied Mrs Weasley rather annoyed, and grabbed a pack of white cotton briefs that each had a day of the week written on them for Ron. Ron scoffed silently.
On the way to the cashier, Mrs Weasley picked up underwear for Fred and George, a home improvement magazine, and met up with Hermione, Percy, Arthur, and Ginny.
Mr Weasley and Percy had bought nothing, while Ginny and Hermione couldn't carry as much make-up and beauty products as they were buying.
After everything was paid for, Mrs Weasley sent Harry, Ron, and Hermione to go and buy a new pair of frames for Harry, while she set out, with Arthur, to buy Ginny new pair of robes. Percy had some important business at the Ministry.
In the meantime, Fred and George were far away from all those worldly problems.
"Yo mon, this some good ganga..." George remarked.
"Shut up and smoke that shit!" Rasta JC Mack, pointing at the spliff George had been holding for the last three minutes.
"Chill Rasta..." said George and he took a big toke.
They were chilling in the back of the Weed-Land, surrounded by Jamaican artefacts and sitting on the green furniture.
"Put up some beat, mon," said Fred, upon receiving the joint George passed him.
"Beenie Mon or Marley?" Rasta asked.
"Marley!"
Rasta flicked with his wand twice, and Marley started playing out of nowhere.