Broken
By Angel Of Music
Chapter Two: Stinging Memories of the Corrupt Past
Wind toyed with the man's thick cloak, and the cloth fluttered around him like grim autumn leaves. He shivered, the sensation dancing down his spine in seemingly mock disapproval. The astronomy tower was just as beautiful at night as it had used to be, yet now memories toiled with his mind, singeing his thoughts. Nothing was as it was. And it would never be again. The thought was strangely mysterious.
From the distance, a twitter of light blew across the midnight sky, then was swallowed by an array of clouds. Could it be that he had received the man's cry? The cloaked person stood, shivering still, praying that what he had seen was truly the thing he'd been hoping for. And then, in a twinkle of stars, another man flew forth on a nimble broom, gracefully landing on the stone surface of the tower. The two stood and stared at each other for a moment and then, with wide raven eyes, the cloaked figure uneasily retreated forth and embraced the second man.
They remained like this for what seemed like a few minutes, until they unwillingly tore apart and glared into each other's mournful eyes.
"You came." The first pointed. Nodding, the other man whispered,
"Why did you call me here, Severus? We agreed only to speak when provoked- you remember that, don't you?" He ran a convulsing palm through his platinum hair.
"I realize this, but- I- I found out about Narcissa. I'm sorry." He grimly stated.
"Come off it, you know she meant nothing to me. She was the wealthiest, most well-respected family next to mine, and she happened to fall for me. Tell me you would not have taken advantage of that situation? Her death means nothing but more inheritance." Pointed the blonde coldly. "I thought I'd have to wait ages more for this to occur, and you know it."
"You truly didn't care for her one bit?"
"Not at all. In fact, on the contrary, she quite annoyed me. She was a Gryffindor, was she not? Her habits bothered me." He replied, his head absent-mindedly shaking. Snape frowned delicately.
"You haven't changed, you know." He proposed.
"You'd expected I had?" Asked the other man, whom began to pace slowly. There was a pause, and Snape turned his gaze away.
"Yes. I'd hoped that- that maybe my feelings would have diminished. I'd hoped that when I saw you, you'd be a completely different man, and that I could forget about what happened in school. But you haven't. And my feelings won't leave."
"Please, Severus, you mustn't care anymore. Just forget what occurred, I beg of you."
"I can't, Lucius, I can't! Why can't you simply take me back under your wing? I'm the one whom is pleading your help. I'm not sure I can go on much longer."
"You've come this far. You know I can't take you in, Severus. It's impossible."
"But why?" He cooed, sounding a but desperate. "I don't see..."
"You must once again focus on my family reputation." Lucius responded icily. "It would be destroyed if anyone knew. Understand that; my son wouldn't be allowed to join Voldemort, I would be kicked out-"
"Your son should not be with Voldemort in the first place!" Snape snapped, his head pivoting quickly so that his glare was focused upon the other man. "And neither should you!" Lucius began to shake his head lethargically.
"Why did you ever leave him, Severus? You were so secure there. Have you seen any of his disciples fall? No. I have safety. As does my son. And I don't want that destroyed because of a petty fling I had in school. Do not taunt me with your pleas. I cannot take that. Just realize that this is impossible." He focused his gaze upon the ground.
"It was not some petty fling." Snape argued shakily, his emotion taking the better of him. "You-" He looked upward, his vision slightly clouded, a lump traveling swiftly up his throat. "You told me...you told me that you loved me." Darkness swirled about the two men, whom were at least five feet apart, awkwardly facing each other. Snape stood, shivering violently, and Lucius simply stared. "If it wasn't true, then- then why?"
"I never said it wasn't true. But you left my lord. And times have changed. I was married for twenty-four years, Severus. And as I've said, my family would experience a great downfall if they knew that the almighty Lucius Malfoy was...was- well, you know." Snape blinked alien moisture from his eyes.
"And so you're saying we could never happen? That...this could never occur?" With the conclusion of his final statement, he leapt towards Lucius and entwined his lips with the other man's in a deep kiss. As intimate passion fumed throughout both of their bodies, Snape leaned in closer and ran a hand through Lucius's fine chrome hair. Lucius fought back with the muscles in his mouth, battling for air and control, wrapping his arms about Severus's waist. Snape groaned throatily and kissed Lucius harder, his saliva dancing across their tongues. The blonde's hands shook furiously, and ripping their lips apart, exhaled breathlessly,
"And so I shall succumb to you once more, my love." He leaned in once more, showering Snape's neck in an array of moist kisses. They both fell upon their knees, their lips still trashing as one another's arm's wrapped listlessly around the other's neck. Lucius slowly slid the raven-haired man's cloak from his shoulders, and as a timid shudder hit his body, the blonde began to massage his chest. "Are you cold?" He asked softly between breaths. Snape shook his head slowly.
"I just cannot believe that it's you, and it's me." Instead of an understanding expression, a smirk hit Lucius's face. He knew he would be dominant. Pulling Severus's shirt up until it was just above his shoulders, he pressed his tongue against the man's chest and stroked downwards, smiling slightly as Severus let out a deep moan. After a moment he drew himself from the man, and with a sneer etched on his lips, he tore the shirt off completely. They now both fell upon the ground, breathing heavily against one another, Snape writhing beneath Lucius as the blonde traced around his navel with the tips of his fingers. Shivering once more, Snape commanded, "Keep going, never stop." As his dominance was now justified, Lucius was giddy and rough. He ripped off his own shirt fiercely, pressing his chest against Snape's, and inhaling, aroused, as their flesh was caressed by one another. He now raised his eyebrows.
"Those trousers are rather a nuisance..." He began slowly, the smirk emblazoned on his lips never dying. With the conclusion of this statement, he began carefully unbuttoning the pants. Snape thrashed. When the knickers were done away with, Lucius fiddled with Severus's undergarments, tantalizing him greatly. He quickly ran his palm down the man's leg, massaging with great animosity. Snape was frigid, but would not show it. He allowed the blonde to curiously explore his body, all the way down to his feet, and he breathlessly exhaled as Lucius shoved a hand up through the bottom of his underwear. Lucius rolled his knuckles over the inside of the midnight-haired man's leg, and sneer as Snape shuddered once more. "Shall we remove these?" He asked, indicating toward the undergarments. Snape was void for words, and simply mouthed, "Yes." The grin on Lucius's face broadened.
"That's what I thought."
* * *
Twenty-two years earlier
Sunshine was searing through his eyelids. Morning had arisen, bringing with it chirruping birds, bright spring daisies, and spectacular weather. The boy sat up and fiercely rubbed his eyes, drawing the curtains to his four poster, and freshly gazing over to the bed beside him. Standing, he made his way over to it, and flung the curtains aside.
"Wake up, you prat." He demanded as a half-sleeping boy turned onto his side to have a look at the commotion. Lethargically glancing at his golden watch, the second grumbled,
"It's only seven-o'clock. We've still got two hours until breakfast." The first boy shook his head.
"It's a perfect day for a walk. Come on, Lucius, don't be lazy. Then again, you're always lazy."
"I am not!" Lucius argued defensively. The dark-haired boy furrowed a frown.
"Fine then, get up. I want to bring you somewhere." When Lucius did not comply, the boy raised his eyebrows, and without another pause, pounced on the blonde.
"Ok, ok!" Lucius exhaled, giggling. "I'll go. Just let me get dressed, for God's sake." Fifteen minutes and a numerous amount of tackles later, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy had exited their common room and were heading up several flights of stairs. "Where are you taking me?" Lucius asked every once and a while. Yet he was always simply met with the reply of,
"You'll see when we get there." They continued to travel, rather silently actually, until they hit the stairwell that led to the highest astronomy tower in Hogwarts. Ascending it, Snape mumbled, "I've got a surprise for you."
When they reached the top, both boys sat, dangling their feet over the edge. "It's nice out, Sev, isn't it?" Whispered Lucius, taking Snape's hand. Snape responded with a nod. You know something Sev, after all of this confusion and struggle, and all of this turmoil, I still think..." He trailed off, a hidden sadness streaking his expression.
"What is it? You can say..."
"I think I'm in love with you, Sev. It's weird, you know? You're the first in the history of Malfoys to break through the stoic shell." He leaned over and slowly kissed the boy, whom was looking astonished.
"Thank you. " Was all he could mumble. Staring out into the horizon, the boys were filled with uneasy mirth, and both embraced each other's palms tightly.
"But- but what is it you wanted to show me?" Suddenly realizing something, Severus stood.
"The butterbeer! Hold on, Lucius, I left it in a classroom at the bottom of the stairs. I'll be right back." With the conclusion of his final statement, he dashed back down the stairs in blatant disarray. Sighing, the blonde caressed his own cheek with the hand that Snape had just released.
When he had stated that the morning was 'nice,' earlier, it was an understatement. Colors of puce, periwinkle, and silver danced through the sky, bold and bright under the dawn's sun. The grounds of Hogwarts glistened with dewdrops, and the trees of the forbidden forest swayed with the minute wind that blew deftly upon the castle. Flowers bloomed from nearly every corner, bellowing their forceful scent through the air. Lucius inhaled deeply, taking in their unique smell. Little did both boys know, that even though the morning was serene and placid, quite a malicious ploy would pollute the perfect day.
Footsteps could be heard from the stairs below him. Excited to see what Snape had brought, Lucius stood and peered down the dark corridor. But the person retreating up the stairwell was not Severus, but another boy, with ruffled, midnight hair, a pale complexion, and intense, glowing, cerulean eyes. When he reached the top, he drew out his wand and thrust it against the blonde's neck. "Follow me." He growled.
"What are you playing at, Potter?" Lucius asked fiercely. James Potter exhaled, clearly annoyed.
"We're going to play a little joke on Severus, and you're going to help. If you cannot comply, we will harm him."
"Let me go, you stupid prat!" He yelled savagely. James shook his head.
"We're going to have to shut you up." He began slowly, dragging Lucius down the stairwell. "Because we can't have all of this commotion." Wand still upon Lucius's neck, James mumbled, "Silencia!" and Malfoy went quiet. Though his mouth still contoured in what looked like attempted words, only air came forth. "Alright." He began, pulling the blonde into a nearby classroom. "Peter and I have already placed a dummy of yourself at the bottom of the tower, so that when Snape comes up, he'll think you've fallen." Lucius's mouth thrashed indignantly, and he stood. "No, that won't due at all, will it. Petrificus Totalus." Lucius fell to the floor, completely rigid. "I'll be back." With this, he exited the classroom and shut the door with a bang.
All Lucius could hear now was a dignified scream and muffled laughter. He attempted to cry out and say that he was alright, but no words escaped him. He lay, lost in terror for a moment, telling himself that it would all be alright, until the door burst open once more and Peter Pittegrew stepped inside the classroom. "Come on, Malfoy, I'll take that curse off of you." With this, he cut the full-body bind off. "Follow me." They both walked back up the stairs, sheer horror etched on Lucius's face.
"What have you done to him?" He mouthed breathlessly.
"What was that?" Peter asked in mock concern. "Couldn't hear a word you just said." He sneered as they reached the top of the stairs.
"Lucius! You're here, alive!" Were the first words the blonde heard as he hit the astronomy tower. He nodded frivolously, glad to see that Severus was not harmed. But as he looked up, he shuttered as he realized that Snape was coiled in magical rope, which had both his wrists and ankles bound together.
"We're going to have a little fun with your 'Sev.'" Lucius shook his head violently.
"Leave him alone!" He breathed silently. But the comments would not help. They began to drag a kicking Severus down the stairs. Before Lucius could chase after his love, James shouted,
"Staglio!" And Lucius was pinned upon the ground. He attempted to move his feet, but as if giant weights were attached to him, he remained stagnant. He cursed at James, who blatantly could not hear him. Completely distraught, he did the only thing he could possibly think of. Drawing a sleek, pewter dagger from his robes, he brought the blade to his wrist and struck it three or four times.
Blood oozed from every gash, and Lucius fell oblivious to the world around him. All he knew was that slashing himself calmed his nerves. He felt the worry bleed away. In potent disarray and drowned misery, he felt himself fall into a deep feint.
Severus was coming back up the stairs, accompanied by Peter and James. "We wouldn't do anything to him, you stupid prat." They began heartily as they reached the platform. "It was all a joke-" All three boys suddenly realized that Lucius was bleeding, and bleeding heavily. He appeared to be unconscious. Shaken, totally void of ideas on what to do, Severus drew out his own wand and thrust it against his neck.
"Cruciatus!" He demanded humbly. Both Peter and James watched the boy fall.
"This pun has all gone wrong!" James cried, running a hand urgently though his hair. "We've got to cut that curse from him! If we don't he'll die."
"So let him..." breathed Peter, annoyed.
"You idiot! We can't just do that!" James dashed to Snape's side and ripped the wand from his neck. The boy lay, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry..." James repeated a few times, shaken. "We'll bring Lucius and yourself down to the hospital wing. I'm sorry..."
* * *
"Why did you do it, Severus?" Lucius began sharply, inhaling deeply as he stared up into the dank midnight sky. Their bare bodies were covered in Snape's cloak, which shielded them from the aphotic, algid night's air. Both were filled with warmth against the other's body, which was covered in perspiration.
"Do what?" He asked softly, shutting his eyes.
"Why did you ever try to kill yourself over me? I'm not worth that. Look at me, I'm horrid. I'm dropping the only thing I've ever been sure of because of family reputation. I'm not worth what you give me." He repeated, sighing.
"But that's what I love about you, Lucius. You're worth every bit of the trouble."
"I'm sorry." He began after an elongated paused. "You must forgive me." Snape shook his head.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. Just stay as you are. Never change." Lucius stood, exposing his naked body to the frosted evening.
"I must go, Severus. Thank you for everything you've given me in my life, but as of now, we must forget everything that occurred." Sadly, Snape nodded.
"I understand. Goodbye, Lucius Malfoy." As the blonde man tugged his cloak back over his shoulders, he leaned in for a last, mournful kiss. "I'll never forget this."
"Nor will I." Lucius pulled away and released Snape's palm. Mounting his broom, he kicked off into the ray less night, not halting once to look back.
* * *
Author's Note: Sad ending to a chapter, I realize, especially the second chapter. The plot is just beginning to unwind, however, so keep in mind that this is not the final view of Lucius. However, this story will end up being Draco/Snape. I would just like to point out a few things that may have felt a little confusing in the chapter preceding. Firstly, the joke that James and Peter played was an attempt at winding my story in with the actual Harry Potter books. As stated in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, James Potter plays a trick on Snape, but is required to save his life. This was the pun in my story. I do not, as I have stated earlier in the story, believe this to be the true interpretation of James's joke, but as I also have said, it weaves into my story. Secondly, if you are wondering why Snape doesn't like the astronomy tower, it is because all of that occurred there. That is also why he advises Draco not to cut himself. Although you probably figured all that out on your own, it was still worth it to write it down. Thanks for reading, by the way. Next chapter should be out by the beginning/middle of next week. .
-Angel Of Music (Elana)
By Angel Of Music
Chapter Two: Stinging Memories of the Corrupt Past
Wind toyed with the man's thick cloak, and the cloth fluttered around him like grim autumn leaves. He shivered, the sensation dancing down his spine in seemingly mock disapproval. The astronomy tower was just as beautiful at night as it had used to be, yet now memories toiled with his mind, singeing his thoughts. Nothing was as it was. And it would never be again. The thought was strangely mysterious.
From the distance, a twitter of light blew across the midnight sky, then was swallowed by an array of clouds. Could it be that he had received the man's cry? The cloaked person stood, shivering still, praying that what he had seen was truly the thing he'd been hoping for. And then, in a twinkle of stars, another man flew forth on a nimble broom, gracefully landing on the stone surface of the tower. The two stood and stared at each other for a moment and then, with wide raven eyes, the cloaked figure uneasily retreated forth and embraced the second man.
They remained like this for what seemed like a few minutes, until they unwillingly tore apart and glared into each other's mournful eyes.
"You came." The first pointed. Nodding, the other man whispered,
"Why did you call me here, Severus? We agreed only to speak when provoked- you remember that, don't you?" He ran a convulsing palm through his platinum hair.
"I realize this, but- I- I found out about Narcissa. I'm sorry." He grimly stated.
"Come off it, you know she meant nothing to me. She was the wealthiest, most well-respected family next to mine, and she happened to fall for me. Tell me you would not have taken advantage of that situation? Her death means nothing but more inheritance." Pointed the blonde coldly. "I thought I'd have to wait ages more for this to occur, and you know it."
"You truly didn't care for her one bit?"
"Not at all. In fact, on the contrary, she quite annoyed me. She was a Gryffindor, was she not? Her habits bothered me." He replied, his head absent-mindedly shaking. Snape frowned delicately.
"You haven't changed, you know." He proposed.
"You'd expected I had?" Asked the other man, whom began to pace slowly. There was a pause, and Snape turned his gaze away.
"Yes. I'd hoped that- that maybe my feelings would have diminished. I'd hoped that when I saw you, you'd be a completely different man, and that I could forget about what happened in school. But you haven't. And my feelings won't leave."
"Please, Severus, you mustn't care anymore. Just forget what occurred, I beg of you."
"I can't, Lucius, I can't! Why can't you simply take me back under your wing? I'm the one whom is pleading your help. I'm not sure I can go on much longer."
"You've come this far. You know I can't take you in, Severus. It's impossible."
"But why?" He cooed, sounding a but desperate. "I don't see..."
"You must once again focus on my family reputation." Lucius responded icily. "It would be destroyed if anyone knew. Understand that; my son wouldn't be allowed to join Voldemort, I would be kicked out-"
"Your son should not be with Voldemort in the first place!" Snape snapped, his head pivoting quickly so that his glare was focused upon the other man. "And neither should you!" Lucius began to shake his head lethargically.
"Why did you ever leave him, Severus? You were so secure there. Have you seen any of his disciples fall? No. I have safety. As does my son. And I don't want that destroyed because of a petty fling I had in school. Do not taunt me with your pleas. I cannot take that. Just realize that this is impossible." He focused his gaze upon the ground.
"It was not some petty fling." Snape argued shakily, his emotion taking the better of him. "You-" He looked upward, his vision slightly clouded, a lump traveling swiftly up his throat. "You told me...you told me that you loved me." Darkness swirled about the two men, whom were at least five feet apart, awkwardly facing each other. Snape stood, shivering violently, and Lucius simply stared. "If it wasn't true, then- then why?"
"I never said it wasn't true. But you left my lord. And times have changed. I was married for twenty-four years, Severus. And as I've said, my family would experience a great downfall if they knew that the almighty Lucius Malfoy was...was- well, you know." Snape blinked alien moisture from his eyes.
"And so you're saying we could never happen? That...this could never occur?" With the conclusion of his final statement, he leapt towards Lucius and entwined his lips with the other man's in a deep kiss. As intimate passion fumed throughout both of their bodies, Snape leaned in closer and ran a hand through Lucius's fine chrome hair. Lucius fought back with the muscles in his mouth, battling for air and control, wrapping his arms about Severus's waist. Snape groaned throatily and kissed Lucius harder, his saliva dancing across their tongues. The blonde's hands shook furiously, and ripping their lips apart, exhaled breathlessly,
"And so I shall succumb to you once more, my love." He leaned in once more, showering Snape's neck in an array of moist kisses. They both fell upon their knees, their lips still trashing as one another's arm's wrapped listlessly around the other's neck. Lucius slowly slid the raven-haired man's cloak from his shoulders, and as a timid shudder hit his body, the blonde began to massage his chest. "Are you cold?" He asked softly between breaths. Snape shook his head slowly.
"I just cannot believe that it's you, and it's me." Instead of an understanding expression, a smirk hit Lucius's face. He knew he would be dominant. Pulling Severus's shirt up until it was just above his shoulders, he pressed his tongue against the man's chest and stroked downwards, smiling slightly as Severus let out a deep moan. After a moment he drew himself from the man, and with a sneer etched on his lips, he tore the shirt off completely. They now both fell upon the ground, breathing heavily against one another, Snape writhing beneath Lucius as the blonde traced around his navel with the tips of his fingers. Shivering once more, Snape commanded, "Keep going, never stop." As his dominance was now justified, Lucius was giddy and rough. He ripped off his own shirt fiercely, pressing his chest against Snape's, and inhaling, aroused, as their flesh was caressed by one another. He now raised his eyebrows.
"Those trousers are rather a nuisance..." He began slowly, the smirk emblazoned on his lips never dying. With the conclusion of this statement, he began carefully unbuttoning the pants. Snape thrashed. When the knickers were done away with, Lucius fiddled with Severus's undergarments, tantalizing him greatly. He quickly ran his palm down the man's leg, massaging with great animosity. Snape was frigid, but would not show it. He allowed the blonde to curiously explore his body, all the way down to his feet, and he breathlessly exhaled as Lucius shoved a hand up through the bottom of his underwear. Lucius rolled his knuckles over the inside of the midnight-haired man's leg, and sneer as Snape shuddered once more. "Shall we remove these?" He asked, indicating toward the undergarments. Snape was void for words, and simply mouthed, "Yes." The grin on Lucius's face broadened.
"That's what I thought."
* * *
Twenty-two years earlier
Sunshine was searing through his eyelids. Morning had arisen, bringing with it chirruping birds, bright spring daisies, and spectacular weather. The boy sat up and fiercely rubbed his eyes, drawing the curtains to his four poster, and freshly gazing over to the bed beside him. Standing, he made his way over to it, and flung the curtains aside.
"Wake up, you prat." He demanded as a half-sleeping boy turned onto his side to have a look at the commotion. Lethargically glancing at his golden watch, the second grumbled,
"It's only seven-o'clock. We've still got two hours until breakfast." The first boy shook his head.
"It's a perfect day for a walk. Come on, Lucius, don't be lazy. Then again, you're always lazy."
"I am not!" Lucius argued defensively. The dark-haired boy furrowed a frown.
"Fine then, get up. I want to bring you somewhere." When Lucius did not comply, the boy raised his eyebrows, and without another pause, pounced on the blonde.
"Ok, ok!" Lucius exhaled, giggling. "I'll go. Just let me get dressed, for God's sake." Fifteen minutes and a numerous amount of tackles later, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy had exited their common room and were heading up several flights of stairs. "Where are you taking me?" Lucius asked every once and a while. Yet he was always simply met with the reply of,
"You'll see when we get there." They continued to travel, rather silently actually, until they hit the stairwell that led to the highest astronomy tower in Hogwarts. Ascending it, Snape mumbled, "I've got a surprise for you."
When they reached the top, both boys sat, dangling their feet over the edge. "It's nice out, Sev, isn't it?" Whispered Lucius, taking Snape's hand. Snape responded with a nod. You know something Sev, after all of this confusion and struggle, and all of this turmoil, I still think..." He trailed off, a hidden sadness streaking his expression.
"What is it? You can say..."
"I think I'm in love with you, Sev. It's weird, you know? You're the first in the history of Malfoys to break through the stoic shell." He leaned over and slowly kissed the boy, whom was looking astonished.
"Thank you. " Was all he could mumble. Staring out into the horizon, the boys were filled with uneasy mirth, and both embraced each other's palms tightly.
"But- but what is it you wanted to show me?" Suddenly realizing something, Severus stood.
"The butterbeer! Hold on, Lucius, I left it in a classroom at the bottom of the stairs. I'll be right back." With the conclusion of his final statement, he dashed back down the stairs in blatant disarray. Sighing, the blonde caressed his own cheek with the hand that Snape had just released.
When he had stated that the morning was 'nice,' earlier, it was an understatement. Colors of puce, periwinkle, and silver danced through the sky, bold and bright under the dawn's sun. The grounds of Hogwarts glistened with dewdrops, and the trees of the forbidden forest swayed with the minute wind that blew deftly upon the castle. Flowers bloomed from nearly every corner, bellowing their forceful scent through the air. Lucius inhaled deeply, taking in their unique smell. Little did both boys know, that even though the morning was serene and placid, quite a malicious ploy would pollute the perfect day.
Footsteps could be heard from the stairs below him. Excited to see what Snape had brought, Lucius stood and peered down the dark corridor. But the person retreating up the stairwell was not Severus, but another boy, with ruffled, midnight hair, a pale complexion, and intense, glowing, cerulean eyes. When he reached the top, he drew out his wand and thrust it against the blonde's neck. "Follow me." He growled.
"What are you playing at, Potter?" Lucius asked fiercely. James Potter exhaled, clearly annoyed.
"We're going to play a little joke on Severus, and you're going to help. If you cannot comply, we will harm him."
"Let me go, you stupid prat!" He yelled savagely. James shook his head.
"We're going to have to shut you up." He began slowly, dragging Lucius down the stairwell. "Because we can't have all of this commotion." Wand still upon Lucius's neck, James mumbled, "Silencia!" and Malfoy went quiet. Though his mouth still contoured in what looked like attempted words, only air came forth. "Alright." He began, pulling the blonde into a nearby classroom. "Peter and I have already placed a dummy of yourself at the bottom of the tower, so that when Snape comes up, he'll think you've fallen." Lucius's mouth thrashed indignantly, and he stood. "No, that won't due at all, will it. Petrificus Totalus." Lucius fell to the floor, completely rigid. "I'll be back." With this, he exited the classroom and shut the door with a bang.
All Lucius could hear now was a dignified scream and muffled laughter. He attempted to cry out and say that he was alright, but no words escaped him. He lay, lost in terror for a moment, telling himself that it would all be alright, until the door burst open once more and Peter Pittegrew stepped inside the classroom. "Come on, Malfoy, I'll take that curse off of you." With this, he cut the full-body bind off. "Follow me." They both walked back up the stairs, sheer horror etched on Lucius's face.
"What have you done to him?" He mouthed breathlessly.
"What was that?" Peter asked in mock concern. "Couldn't hear a word you just said." He sneered as they reached the top of the stairs.
"Lucius! You're here, alive!" Were the first words the blonde heard as he hit the astronomy tower. He nodded frivolously, glad to see that Severus was not harmed. But as he looked up, he shuttered as he realized that Snape was coiled in magical rope, which had both his wrists and ankles bound together.
"We're going to have a little fun with your 'Sev.'" Lucius shook his head violently.
"Leave him alone!" He breathed silently. But the comments would not help. They began to drag a kicking Severus down the stairs. Before Lucius could chase after his love, James shouted,
"Staglio!" And Lucius was pinned upon the ground. He attempted to move his feet, but as if giant weights were attached to him, he remained stagnant. He cursed at James, who blatantly could not hear him. Completely distraught, he did the only thing he could possibly think of. Drawing a sleek, pewter dagger from his robes, he brought the blade to his wrist and struck it three or four times.
Blood oozed from every gash, and Lucius fell oblivious to the world around him. All he knew was that slashing himself calmed his nerves. He felt the worry bleed away. In potent disarray and drowned misery, he felt himself fall into a deep feint.
Severus was coming back up the stairs, accompanied by Peter and James. "We wouldn't do anything to him, you stupid prat." They began heartily as they reached the platform. "It was all a joke-" All three boys suddenly realized that Lucius was bleeding, and bleeding heavily. He appeared to be unconscious. Shaken, totally void of ideas on what to do, Severus drew out his own wand and thrust it against his neck.
"Cruciatus!" He demanded humbly. Both Peter and James watched the boy fall.
"This pun has all gone wrong!" James cried, running a hand urgently though his hair. "We've got to cut that curse from him! If we don't he'll die."
"So let him..." breathed Peter, annoyed.
"You idiot! We can't just do that!" James dashed to Snape's side and ripped the wand from his neck. The boy lay, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry..." James repeated a few times, shaken. "We'll bring Lucius and yourself down to the hospital wing. I'm sorry..."
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"Why did you do it, Severus?" Lucius began sharply, inhaling deeply as he stared up into the dank midnight sky. Their bare bodies were covered in Snape's cloak, which shielded them from the aphotic, algid night's air. Both were filled with warmth against the other's body, which was covered in perspiration.
"Do what?" He asked softly, shutting his eyes.
"Why did you ever try to kill yourself over me? I'm not worth that. Look at me, I'm horrid. I'm dropping the only thing I've ever been sure of because of family reputation. I'm not worth what you give me." He repeated, sighing.
"But that's what I love about you, Lucius. You're worth every bit of the trouble."
"I'm sorry." He began after an elongated paused. "You must forgive me." Snape shook his head.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. Just stay as you are. Never change." Lucius stood, exposing his naked body to the frosted evening.
"I must go, Severus. Thank you for everything you've given me in my life, but as of now, we must forget everything that occurred." Sadly, Snape nodded.
"I understand. Goodbye, Lucius Malfoy." As the blonde man tugged his cloak back over his shoulders, he leaned in for a last, mournful kiss. "I'll never forget this."
"Nor will I." Lucius pulled away and released Snape's palm. Mounting his broom, he kicked off into the ray less night, not halting once to look back.
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Author's Note: Sad ending to a chapter, I realize, especially the second chapter. The plot is just beginning to unwind, however, so keep in mind that this is not the final view of Lucius. However, this story will end up being Draco/Snape. I would just like to point out a few things that may have felt a little confusing in the chapter preceding. Firstly, the joke that James and Peter played was an attempt at winding my story in with the actual Harry Potter books. As stated in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, James Potter plays a trick on Snape, but is required to save his life. This was the pun in my story. I do not, as I have stated earlier in the story, believe this to be the true interpretation of James's joke, but as I also have said, it weaves into my story. Secondly, if you are wondering why Snape doesn't like the astronomy tower, it is because all of that occurred there. That is also why he advises Draco not to cut himself. Although you probably figured all that out on your own, it was still worth it to write it down. Thanks for reading, by the way. Next chapter should be out by the beginning/middle of next week. .
-Angel Of Music (Elana)