Jailbird
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling (JKR), various publishers of the Harry Potter (HP) series. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Snape visits Lucius Malfoy at Azkaban Prison. OOTP spoilers, rated R, (adult) Snape pairing to someone, maybe a Malfoy, maybe not.
Chapter 1 - Visiting Hours (updated 11/5/03)
Severus Snape followed the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, down the long corridor. Cell door, after cell door whizzed by as his long strides carried him to his destination. Fudge was chattering on, but Snape heard none of it. He was lost in his own thoughts, his body moving in automatic drive. It was cold here. Very cold.
At the end of the corridor, Snape was left in an empty room. There was one table and two chairs. The walls were stone and the only door was made of solid wood. There was a little peep hole in the knot of one of the planks that made the wood door. Snape paced impatiently as he waited. This is where fate might have dumped him if he hadn't the good sense to turn to Dumbledore a year before the Dark Lord was diminished by a fifteen month old little boy. Lucky? Intuitive? Smart? It could be debated. No doubt it had been.
Fudge had other business in the prison, so he left Snape to conduct his own. It was through Fudge that Snape was allowed a private visit with his old friend. Fudge had a soft spot for Lucius Malfoy, but would not risk being seen with or visiting someone accused of being a Death Eater. He had his political career to think of, after all. But still, he owed something to Malfoy, for his political contributions and influence in the wizarding community. Malfoy had been a staunch supporter and political ally. The least he could do is arrange a private visit from an old school mate.
Snape felt a shiver travel down his spine. He could tell that a dementor neared the room. He heard the telltale sounds of shackles being dragged as each footstep approach. Finally, the doorknob turned and the door opened slowly. Lucius Malfoy was shoved in and the door unceremoniously slammed shut.
Snape stood stiffly in front of the white blonde figure and looked him over. "Lucius," he nodded.
The tall prisoner, now withering in his boots looked up slowly. There were dark circles under his gray eyes which once held a fierce gaze, now barely able to focus on anything in front of him. His long straight hair was no longer coifed and shiny. It went off in all directions and hung down over his face. He trembled, unmoved from the spot where he had been pushed to. Before his conviction, he looked young for his 41 years, but now the lines on his face made him look at least a decade older.
Finally meeting the greasy wizard's eyes, "Severus," he said, barely above a whisper.
Snape took Malfoy by the crook of his arm and lead him toward one of the chairs. His intense stare at the older Malfoy set an unpleasant tone. "You've only been here a couple months. I wouldn't have thought prison to be so hard on you, of all people."
Malfoy looked down at the chair. "Why are you here?" Malfoy asked with a hoarse voice.
"I came to pay a visit to an old friend," Snape coolly answered. He pulled the chair away from the table for the blonde prisoner.
Malfoy put a hand down on the table to steady himself. Snape released his grip of Malfoy's elbow and circled around to take a more complete study.
"Oh, Severus," Malfoy cried, as he flung himself at his dark-haired friend, pinning him to the wall with his body. He hugged the stiff wizard around his neck with both arms and put his head on his tall friend's shoulders.
Snape stepped to the side and shoved the blonde prisoner's back into the wall, "STOP!" he yelled. His eyes were wide in fury, his nostrils flaring. He huffed, "I refuse to believe barely over month of incarceration has driven you mad! What are you up to? You are easily one of the strongest wizards-" Snape stopped as his friend slid down the stone wall, crying into his hands.
"I'm not," he sobbed, "It's not what you think."
"Not what? Not strong? Not guilty? Not mad? WHAT?!" Snape was no longer yelling out of anger, but to intimidate.
"Oh, get up." Snape picked him up off the floor by his arm and threw him onto the wooden chair. "This is unbecoming of you, Malfoy." Snape took the other seat at the table, opposite from Malfoy. He sat there with arms crossed, brooding, staring at the mess of blonde hair in front of him.
Malfoy collected himself. He sat on the chair, facing the table directly, staring down at the table with his arms down on his lap, sniffing. After managing a couple of deep breaths, he looked up. "I'm sorry, Severus. How is Draco?"
"I don't know. He did well on his OWLS. He is well on track to become Head Boy next year, at this rate. I'll look in on him and Narcissa when I leave here."
"Good, I'd like that." His small quick nod almost made it seem like he was shaking in his chair. He stopped shaking and suddenly seemed like the Lucius Malfoy of old. "I'd like to remind you that you are Draco's godfather. While I'm here, you need I'd like you to exert a stronger influence on Draco, be his male role model, so to speak. Take him away from Narcissa if you have to. Exert a firm hand to Draco if he gets out of line."
Snape momentarily tightened his jaw. "I can do that."
"Will you be able to visit again? To tell me about Draco?"
"Perhaps it could be arranged," Snape's nose wrinkled at the bridge. His long yellow fingers pulled on his chin, "Listen, Malfoy, if thinking about Draco and your eventual reunion is what it takes to keep your mind, then think about nothing other than your revenge. Do it for Draco. Do what you need to do to keep your sanity. Plot your revenge in your mind, on whomever you blame for putting you here."
"What? No, I should think about Draco. About my release."
"NO! I shouldn't have to tell you this. You know that the dementors feed on that, they will suck it out of you. You must live on hate and anger for now. Hide your feelings for Draco. I know you have none for Narcissa, but still, she was good for something, wasn't she? Mind me. Hate and anger."
Malfoy nodded with a new resolution in his red eyes. He looked up when Snape pounded on the wooden door. Two dementors came to the door and led Malfoy back to his cell. Snape turned back to the room and brooded from the uncomfortable wooden chair until Fudge came for him.
"How is Lucius," Fudge asked.
"He could be better." Snape rushed back down the corridor, toward the exit.
~ ~ ~
Snape apparated from outside the wards of Azkaban Prison, directly to the Malfoy Mansion. A cursory look around told him nothing was out of the ordinary. He knocked using the brass dragon knocker, knowing it would resonate through the house. After a patient five minutes, he had just turned to leave when he heard the door unlock. Narcissa Malfoy opened the door, looking quite gorgeous in a black robe which hugged her curvaceous lines and emphasized her cleavage. A slit in her robes went up her left leg, exposing flesh all the way up to her hip.
Snape looked back over his shoulder. "Narcissa," he studied her form, "exploring your new found freedom?"
"Severus, come in," she said seductively. She reached out and took his hand, leading him into the house. Snape closed the door behind him.
"What brings you to my humble abode?" she led him into the sitting room.
Humble? He looked around. It looked just the same the last time. It was exquisitely decorated with a mix of antique furniture and modern colors and fabrics. She called a house elf and ordered tea service.
Snape cleared his throat, "I have just come from Azkaban. Have you been to visit Lucius recently?"
"Why yes, I visit once a week. That's as often as I can make it. What was your impression of him?" She sat next to him on a couch. Very close to him.
He sat stiffly on the couch with his hands in his lap. "Well, he asked about you. He asked about Draco. Where is my godson and how is he dealing with his father's incarceration?"
The tea service appeared quietly on the coffee table. But Narcissa moved even closer and put an arm behind his head. She started stroking his hair. He forced a quick smile, then stood up, leaving her to catch herself. He poured milk into both cups. "Sugar?"
"Let me do that for you. I am your host, after all." She straighten her posture on the couch. "It's two cubes for you, isn't it?" Snape nodded, keeping eye contact until she looked down to attend to the tea.
Snape paced in front of the coffee table. "Where is Draco?"
"What is this sudden interest in being a godfather? You've never taken it seriously before."
"Lucius reminded me. He asked me watch out for him, discipline him if necessary."
"I look forward to," she stopped his pacing by standing in his path. Now standing nose to nose, his head bent down to look into her eyes, "discipline." Narcissa smiled seductively.
Snape took the teacup and saucer from her hand, "Thank you." He took a seat this time in an armchair and crossed his legs. "Where is he?"
"Oh, Draco? I sent him to Lucius's sister since he returned from Hogwarts. I've been rather busy lately to provide for his care."
"Busy? Since when are you busy doing anything but shopping?"
"Well, you see, dear Severus," Narcissa took his empty teacup and put it on the tray and slid onto his lap, once again wrapping an arm behind his head. "Oh, relax already," she rubbed his chest through his robes. "Lucius is not going to come busting into the door to interrupt us. It's not like Lucius didn't already know you first shagged me back in your sixth year."
"Narcissa, what have you been up to?" Snape asked suspiciously.
She exhaled deeply, allowing her breast to rise and fall directly under his nose. He inhaled deeply in response, taking in her perfume. "There you go now." She ran her fingers through strands of his fine, long hair. He closed his eyes. "I've been lobbying Lucius's acquaintances at the Ministry for his release." The seductress pulled Snape's arms around him, placing one in the small of her back, the other on her bared leg.
"Is this what you call lobbying?" He ran his hand down the inside of her thigh and smiled slyly.
"Don't be silly, Severus." Narcissa bent over to touch her cheek to his. "I have needs which haven't been fulfilled since he left," she whispered in his ear. "It's not like it hasn't happened before. I know about his affairs. He knows I have mine. You've been a good friend over the years to be discrete about your knowledge, especially from Draco."
"Speaking of Draco, when will he return?" Snape stiffened his posture.
She planted a kiss on his lips and attempted to probe with her tongue. Snape pulled his head away. "Oh, fine. His aunt has had enough of his whining. He's coming back tomorrow. Happy? Take me now." She kissed up his neck to his ear and teased his lobe.
Snape sat up and rose from the chair, picking Narcissa up under her legs and supporting her back. "Oh, yes, Severus. Take me now." She ravished him with her kisses. But he didn't return them. He carried her over to the couch where they started and laid her down. He knelt with one knee on the floor and kissed her hand.
"Not today, Narcissa. Thank you for tea. I will show myself out. May I visit tomorrow evening?"
She pouted and laid her head back, heaving another chest expanding sigh. "I look forward to it. Come for dinner, say 6 o'clock."
"I expect to see Draco here, as well." He left her there on the couch and returned to Hogwarts to mull over the day's events.
~ ~ ~
Author's Note: Okay, please tell me if this is worth pursuing. I'll keep going if I know someone's reading.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling (JKR), various publishers of the Harry Potter (HP) series. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Snape visits Lucius Malfoy at Azkaban Prison. OOTP spoilers, rated R, (adult) Snape pairing to someone, maybe a Malfoy, maybe not.
Chapter 1 - Visiting Hours (updated 11/5/03)
Severus Snape followed the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, down the long corridor. Cell door, after cell door whizzed by as his long strides carried him to his destination. Fudge was chattering on, but Snape heard none of it. He was lost in his own thoughts, his body moving in automatic drive. It was cold here. Very cold.
At the end of the corridor, Snape was left in an empty room. There was one table and two chairs. The walls were stone and the only door was made of solid wood. There was a little peep hole in the knot of one of the planks that made the wood door. Snape paced impatiently as he waited. This is where fate might have dumped him if he hadn't the good sense to turn to Dumbledore a year before the Dark Lord was diminished by a fifteen month old little boy. Lucky? Intuitive? Smart? It could be debated. No doubt it had been.
Fudge had other business in the prison, so he left Snape to conduct his own. It was through Fudge that Snape was allowed a private visit with his old friend. Fudge had a soft spot for Lucius Malfoy, but would not risk being seen with or visiting someone accused of being a Death Eater. He had his political career to think of, after all. But still, he owed something to Malfoy, for his political contributions and influence in the wizarding community. Malfoy had been a staunch supporter and political ally. The least he could do is arrange a private visit from an old school mate.
Snape felt a shiver travel down his spine. He could tell that a dementor neared the room. He heard the telltale sounds of shackles being dragged as each footstep approach. Finally, the doorknob turned and the door opened slowly. Lucius Malfoy was shoved in and the door unceremoniously slammed shut.
Snape stood stiffly in front of the white blonde figure and looked him over. "Lucius," he nodded.
The tall prisoner, now withering in his boots looked up slowly. There were dark circles under his gray eyes which once held a fierce gaze, now barely able to focus on anything in front of him. His long straight hair was no longer coifed and shiny. It went off in all directions and hung down over his face. He trembled, unmoved from the spot where he had been pushed to. Before his conviction, he looked young for his 41 years, but now the lines on his face made him look at least a decade older.
Finally meeting the greasy wizard's eyes, "Severus," he said, barely above a whisper.
Snape took Malfoy by the crook of his arm and lead him toward one of the chairs. His intense stare at the older Malfoy set an unpleasant tone. "You've only been here a couple months. I wouldn't have thought prison to be so hard on you, of all people."
Malfoy looked down at the chair. "Why are you here?" Malfoy asked with a hoarse voice.
"I came to pay a visit to an old friend," Snape coolly answered. He pulled the chair away from the table for the blonde prisoner.
Malfoy put a hand down on the table to steady himself. Snape released his grip of Malfoy's elbow and circled around to take a more complete study.
"Oh, Severus," Malfoy cried, as he flung himself at his dark-haired friend, pinning him to the wall with his body. He hugged the stiff wizard around his neck with both arms and put his head on his tall friend's shoulders.
Snape stepped to the side and shoved the blonde prisoner's back into the wall, "STOP!" he yelled. His eyes were wide in fury, his nostrils flaring. He huffed, "I refuse to believe barely over month of incarceration has driven you mad! What are you up to? You are easily one of the strongest wizards-" Snape stopped as his friend slid down the stone wall, crying into his hands.
"I'm not," he sobbed, "It's not what you think."
"Not what? Not strong? Not guilty? Not mad? WHAT?!" Snape was no longer yelling out of anger, but to intimidate.
"Oh, get up." Snape picked him up off the floor by his arm and threw him onto the wooden chair. "This is unbecoming of you, Malfoy." Snape took the other seat at the table, opposite from Malfoy. He sat there with arms crossed, brooding, staring at the mess of blonde hair in front of him.
Malfoy collected himself. He sat on the chair, facing the table directly, staring down at the table with his arms down on his lap, sniffing. After managing a couple of deep breaths, he looked up. "I'm sorry, Severus. How is Draco?"
"I don't know. He did well on his OWLS. He is well on track to become Head Boy next year, at this rate. I'll look in on him and Narcissa when I leave here."
"Good, I'd like that." His small quick nod almost made it seem like he was shaking in his chair. He stopped shaking and suddenly seemed like the Lucius Malfoy of old. "I'd like to remind you that you are Draco's godfather. While I'm here, you need I'd like you to exert a stronger influence on Draco, be his male role model, so to speak. Take him away from Narcissa if you have to. Exert a firm hand to Draco if he gets out of line."
Snape momentarily tightened his jaw. "I can do that."
"Will you be able to visit again? To tell me about Draco?"
"Perhaps it could be arranged," Snape's nose wrinkled at the bridge. His long yellow fingers pulled on his chin, "Listen, Malfoy, if thinking about Draco and your eventual reunion is what it takes to keep your mind, then think about nothing other than your revenge. Do it for Draco. Do what you need to do to keep your sanity. Plot your revenge in your mind, on whomever you blame for putting you here."
"What? No, I should think about Draco. About my release."
"NO! I shouldn't have to tell you this. You know that the dementors feed on that, they will suck it out of you. You must live on hate and anger for now. Hide your feelings for Draco. I know you have none for Narcissa, but still, she was good for something, wasn't she? Mind me. Hate and anger."
Malfoy nodded with a new resolution in his red eyes. He looked up when Snape pounded on the wooden door. Two dementors came to the door and led Malfoy back to his cell. Snape turned back to the room and brooded from the uncomfortable wooden chair until Fudge came for him.
"How is Lucius," Fudge asked.
"He could be better." Snape rushed back down the corridor, toward the exit.
~ ~ ~
Snape apparated from outside the wards of Azkaban Prison, directly to the Malfoy Mansion. A cursory look around told him nothing was out of the ordinary. He knocked using the brass dragon knocker, knowing it would resonate through the house. After a patient five minutes, he had just turned to leave when he heard the door unlock. Narcissa Malfoy opened the door, looking quite gorgeous in a black robe which hugged her curvaceous lines and emphasized her cleavage. A slit in her robes went up her left leg, exposing flesh all the way up to her hip.
Snape looked back over his shoulder. "Narcissa," he studied her form, "exploring your new found freedom?"
"Severus, come in," she said seductively. She reached out and took his hand, leading him into the house. Snape closed the door behind him.
"What brings you to my humble abode?" she led him into the sitting room.
Humble? He looked around. It looked just the same the last time. It was exquisitely decorated with a mix of antique furniture and modern colors and fabrics. She called a house elf and ordered tea service.
Snape cleared his throat, "I have just come from Azkaban. Have you been to visit Lucius recently?"
"Why yes, I visit once a week. That's as often as I can make it. What was your impression of him?" She sat next to him on a couch. Very close to him.
He sat stiffly on the couch with his hands in his lap. "Well, he asked about you. He asked about Draco. Where is my godson and how is he dealing with his father's incarceration?"
The tea service appeared quietly on the coffee table. But Narcissa moved even closer and put an arm behind his head. She started stroking his hair. He forced a quick smile, then stood up, leaving her to catch herself. He poured milk into both cups. "Sugar?"
"Let me do that for you. I am your host, after all." She straighten her posture on the couch. "It's two cubes for you, isn't it?" Snape nodded, keeping eye contact until she looked down to attend to the tea.
Snape paced in front of the coffee table. "Where is Draco?"
"What is this sudden interest in being a godfather? You've never taken it seriously before."
"Lucius reminded me. He asked me watch out for him, discipline him if necessary."
"I look forward to," she stopped his pacing by standing in his path. Now standing nose to nose, his head bent down to look into her eyes, "discipline." Narcissa smiled seductively.
Snape took the teacup and saucer from her hand, "Thank you." He took a seat this time in an armchair and crossed his legs. "Where is he?"
"Oh, Draco? I sent him to Lucius's sister since he returned from Hogwarts. I've been rather busy lately to provide for his care."
"Busy? Since when are you busy doing anything but shopping?"
"Well, you see, dear Severus," Narcissa took his empty teacup and put it on the tray and slid onto his lap, once again wrapping an arm behind his head. "Oh, relax already," she rubbed his chest through his robes. "Lucius is not going to come busting into the door to interrupt us. It's not like Lucius didn't already know you first shagged me back in your sixth year."
"Narcissa, what have you been up to?" Snape asked suspiciously.
She exhaled deeply, allowing her breast to rise and fall directly under his nose. He inhaled deeply in response, taking in her perfume. "There you go now." She ran her fingers through strands of his fine, long hair. He closed his eyes. "I've been lobbying Lucius's acquaintances at the Ministry for his release." The seductress pulled Snape's arms around him, placing one in the small of her back, the other on her bared leg.
"Is this what you call lobbying?" He ran his hand down the inside of her thigh and smiled slyly.
"Don't be silly, Severus." Narcissa bent over to touch her cheek to his. "I have needs which haven't been fulfilled since he left," she whispered in his ear. "It's not like it hasn't happened before. I know about his affairs. He knows I have mine. You've been a good friend over the years to be discrete about your knowledge, especially from Draco."
"Speaking of Draco, when will he return?" Snape stiffened his posture.
She planted a kiss on his lips and attempted to probe with her tongue. Snape pulled his head away. "Oh, fine. His aunt has had enough of his whining. He's coming back tomorrow. Happy? Take me now." She kissed up his neck to his ear and teased his lobe.
Snape sat up and rose from the chair, picking Narcissa up under her legs and supporting her back. "Oh, yes, Severus. Take me now." She ravished him with her kisses. But he didn't return them. He carried her over to the couch where they started and laid her down. He knelt with one knee on the floor and kissed her hand.
"Not today, Narcissa. Thank you for tea. I will show myself out. May I visit tomorrow evening?"
She pouted and laid her head back, heaving another chest expanding sigh. "I look forward to it. Come for dinner, say 6 o'clock."
"I expect to see Draco here, as well." He left her there on the couch and returned to Hogwarts to mull over the day's events.
~ ~ ~
Author's Note: Okay, please tell me if this is worth pursuing. I'll keep going if I know someone's reading.