Weirdness. . . I thought I was a Gilderoy/Snape fan. . . but I'm really starting to love Lucius/Snape! ^_^;; Go figure :P Anyhoo, here's a quick Valentine's Day story!

Disclaimer: Yes, the crappy poem. . . It is mine. Forgive me, as I made it up for the story in 2 seconds. XP The characters, though, aren't mine, because they're J.K. Rowling's. :P

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Lucius slumped down in the chair in his room. He rubbed his aching head and sighed. /I wish everyone would blow up./ He thought grumpily to himself. /Well, not everyone. . . what fun would that be?/

He stood up and took off his jacket. He walked over to his bed, throwing the jacket carelessly over his chair then sat down on the bed, taking off his shoes. He laid down backwards across his bed, spreading his arms out. It wasn't until then that he noticed there was something on his bed.

Rolling over, he picked off a letter that was attached to a single rose. He opened it up and read the poem inside it:

"Your eyes gleam like the flowing seas, your hair, the sun that shines upon it. And still today, I can only say, my love for you grows out of habit."

He blinked a couple times at it. Although it was quite cheesy, the first two lines at least were quite flattering. He even found himself blushing a bit. Looking around the room, he tried to find a way someone could have gotten into his room.

Getting up, he walked over to his door and shouted out into the hallway.

"Isabell!" He waited a while, until finally the patter-patter of a exhausted young maid notified Lucius of her arrival.

"Yes sir?" She asked, trying not to yawn, as it was past midnight.

"Did anyone come to the house today?" He asked, running the letter through his fingers.

"Not that I know of."

"Ah. . . And no one was in my room?"

"No. . . Is something the matter, sir?" She asked, concerned.

"No. . . thank you," he said, going back into his room and closing the door. He walked over to his bed and picked up the rose. Putting it up to his nose, he inhaled its beautiful scent. He smiled to himself as he crawled into his bed. He set the letter and the rose on his night table, then turned off the light.

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The next day, Lucius was determined to find out who sent him the letter. He spent a good half of the day going around to all the shops and businesses that he'd recently been to, hoping the person might approach him.

As the day wore on, Lucius became more and more frustrated. There was nothing more that he wanted to do than find out who sent him the letter.

When the sun began to set, he decided it was time to stop his search for the day.

/Since tomorrow is Valentine's Day. . . Maybe the person will come out and tell me then,/ He thought encouragingly to himself.

When he got back to his room, sitting on the chair across from his fireplace was a fluffy, golden bear, with both a rose and a letter again.

He rushed over to the gift and opened the card.

"Long it's been since I have seen, a person who's captured me so. I'd give the world just to hold you, and never let you go."

Lucius had to sit down after that poem. It was far more beautiful than the first, which made him blush again. But he sighed, because he still didn't know who it was.

He sat there thinking where he could search next, until something caught his attention. On the back of the letter was a stamp saying "Hogwarts." He jumped up.

"That must be where the person is!" He said excitedly. He had to stop himself from running out of the room, because he realized it was too late in the day, and everyone would be sleeping. /I guess I'll just have to stop by tomorrow./

His hope of finding the person was renewed. For the second night in a row, he went to bed feeling happier than he had in a long time. Cuddled up against him as he slept was the bear that his secret admirer gave him.

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AN: Bare with me! This is not done by far! ^_~ There's much, MUCH more to come.