DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of JKR's stuff and use it purely for my own
pleasure. The title of this fic I take from the amazing HIM song, thanks
Vil!
A/N: This will eventually be a group of fics which are basically just a few chapters resulting in smut. I'm hoping to have a HP/RW and some others but they might be a while in coming. Also, I will, as usual, be enormously indebted to all reviewers. I love all of you guys!
One:
Lucius Malfoy had been a sadistic bastard for just about as long as anyone could remember, and seeing as he had more than a helping hand in 'mysterious' disappearance of his parents and several uncles who had had their eyes on Malfoy Manor, there is no-one to confirm the idea that he was in fact, sadistic from the moment of birth, taking his first glimpse of his mother and giving what was to become his trademark sneer before savagely biting and drawing blood from her pale teat. This idea was, however, taken as given.
Snape knew this when he pried the folded parchment of the vicious and arrogant Malfoy owl one morning while sitting indulging in his usual breakfast of lukewarm coffee brewed to an industrial strength at the Hogwarts staff table. This knowledge didn't stop him, however, from immediately prying off the hardened black wax and opening the letter in full view of the entire student as well as teaching body. Looking back he realised that had he known what was awaiting him at the other end of the message he probably would have been slightly more discreet about who he had received it from. Unfortunately, he couldn't deny that if he were given the chance to go back, he would still make that fateful journey to Malfoy Manor on a cold November afternoon.
Recognising the Malfoy's owl, Dumbledore immediately requested that Snape inform him of the contents of the letter. Thinking nothing of it's, if somewhat cryptic, but not entirely unfamiliar, contents Snape handed the parchment over to his superior before descending into the dungeons where his quarters lay and changing into his travelling cloak. The day was a Saturday and so his absence would not be noticed, no doubt as planned by Malfoy, and the headmaster was happy, well not exactly happy, to let him go; especially if there was the chance of gaining extra information with regards to Lord Voldemort's possible weaknesses.
Once in his spacious circular office, the elderly headmaster reclined in his seat, poured himself a cup of tea and read the note that Severus had received. It was, quite simply:
Severus,
It's been along time since we last met old friend. Since I have within my cellars a nice little bottle of Old Ogden's Ancient left over from 1656, I thought you might enjoy the chance to leave those tiresome little brats and come over to Malfoy Manor for a little chat. I have something to show you which I believe you will find highly interesting, and of course, entirely worth your while.
Regards, Lucius.
He assumed that Malfoy either wanted to test Snape's loyalty to the Dark Lord by presenting him with an awkward situation which Snape would be easily able to get out of, or discuss with him the next move of the Death Eaters with regard to Voldemort's future plans. For once, Dumbledore assumed wrong.
***
Apparating straight to the huge cast iron gates of Malfoy Manor, Snape wrapped his thick woollen cloak, the latest fashion since his old one was irreparably singed several years ago by one of his least favourite Gryfindors, tightly around his lean frame as a strong wind conjured to dissuade muggles from coming any closer whipped about him, chilling him to the bone.
As he approached the main entrance, Severus thought he glimpsed blood- stained foot prints dragging through the thick snow in the opposite direction but when he turned back to look they had gone. Shaking his head slightly, he assumed that it was just his mind playing tricks on him or perhaps reminding him of past visits to Malfoy Manor which had resulted in him hauling his half-dead body painfully back to Hogwarts.
Handing his outer cloak to a cowed house-elf, Snape made his way through the winding marble passageways which he knew so well. He had taken this path many times before and although his surroundings were familiar he never could help himself when it came to luxuriating in such impeccable surrounds, contrasting sharply with those of Hogwarts.
Everything in Malfoy Manor, well the décor at least, was done with the utmost taste. The hallways were lined with portraits and of ancestors and their lovers hung alongside works of art long believed to be lost to the world, all were genuine, of course. The floors, though tiled in pale shades of jade marble, muffled the sound of his footsteps as if they were covered with a thick carpet. Snape's sensitive nose could just make out the scent of delicate French cuisine as he ascended to the second floor along a little-trod passageway running alongside the manor's kitchens.
He was there all too soon; a little longer to enjoy surroundings, which rightfully he should have the better of, wouldn't have gone amiss. Sighing slightly he ran one long-fingered hand through his hair before turning the brass handle, moulded into the shape of a serpent coiled around an apple, and opening the door which lead to Lucius Malfoy's private apartments.
A/N: This will eventually be a group of fics which are basically just a few chapters resulting in smut. I'm hoping to have a HP/RW and some others but they might be a while in coming. Also, I will, as usual, be enormously indebted to all reviewers. I love all of you guys!
One:
Lucius Malfoy had been a sadistic bastard for just about as long as anyone could remember, and seeing as he had more than a helping hand in 'mysterious' disappearance of his parents and several uncles who had had their eyes on Malfoy Manor, there is no-one to confirm the idea that he was in fact, sadistic from the moment of birth, taking his first glimpse of his mother and giving what was to become his trademark sneer before savagely biting and drawing blood from her pale teat. This idea was, however, taken as given.
Snape knew this when he pried the folded parchment of the vicious and arrogant Malfoy owl one morning while sitting indulging in his usual breakfast of lukewarm coffee brewed to an industrial strength at the Hogwarts staff table. This knowledge didn't stop him, however, from immediately prying off the hardened black wax and opening the letter in full view of the entire student as well as teaching body. Looking back he realised that had he known what was awaiting him at the other end of the message he probably would have been slightly more discreet about who he had received it from. Unfortunately, he couldn't deny that if he were given the chance to go back, he would still make that fateful journey to Malfoy Manor on a cold November afternoon.
Recognising the Malfoy's owl, Dumbledore immediately requested that Snape inform him of the contents of the letter. Thinking nothing of it's, if somewhat cryptic, but not entirely unfamiliar, contents Snape handed the parchment over to his superior before descending into the dungeons where his quarters lay and changing into his travelling cloak. The day was a Saturday and so his absence would not be noticed, no doubt as planned by Malfoy, and the headmaster was happy, well not exactly happy, to let him go; especially if there was the chance of gaining extra information with regards to Lord Voldemort's possible weaknesses.
Once in his spacious circular office, the elderly headmaster reclined in his seat, poured himself a cup of tea and read the note that Severus had received. It was, quite simply:
Severus,
It's been along time since we last met old friend. Since I have within my cellars a nice little bottle of Old Ogden's Ancient left over from 1656, I thought you might enjoy the chance to leave those tiresome little brats and come over to Malfoy Manor for a little chat. I have something to show you which I believe you will find highly interesting, and of course, entirely worth your while.
Regards, Lucius.
He assumed that Malfoy either wanted to test Snape's loyalty to the Dark Lord by presenting him with an awkward situation which Snape would be easily able to get out of, or discuss with him the next move of the Death Eaters with regard to Voldemort's future plans. For once, Dumbledore assumed wrong.
***
Apparating straight to the huge cast iron gates of Malfoy Manor, Snape wrapped his thick woollen cloak, the latest fashion since his old one was irreparably singed several years ago by one of his least favourite Gryfindors, tightly around his lean frame as a strong wind conjured to dissuade muggles from coming any closer whipped about him, chilling him to the bone.
As he approached the main entrance, Severus thought he glimpsed blood- stained foot prints dragging through the thick snow in the opposite direction but when he turned back to look they had gone. Shaking his head slightly, he assumed that it was just his mind playing tricks on him or perhaps reminding him of past visits to Malfoy Manor which had resulted in him hauling his half-dead body painfully back to Hogwarts.
Handing his outer cloak to a cowed house-elf, Snape made his way through the winding marble passageways which he knew so well. He had taken this path many times before and although his surroundings were familiar he never could help himself when it came to luxuriating in such impeccable surrounds, contrasting sharply with those of Hogwarts.
Everything in Malfoy Manor, well the décor at least, was done with the utmost taste. The hallways were lined with portraits and of ancestors and their lovers hung alongside works of art long believed to be lost to the world, all were genuine, of course. The floors, though tiled in pale shades of jade marble, muffled the sound of his footsteps as if they were covered with a thick carpet. Snape's sensitive nose could just make out the scent of delicate French cuisine as he ascended to the second floor along a little-trod passageway running alongside the manor's kitchens.
He was there all too soon; a little longer to enjoy surroundings, which rightfully he should have the better of, wouldn't have gone amiss. Sighing slightly he ran one long-fingered hand through his hair before turning the brass handle, moulded into the shape of a serpent coiled around an apple, and opening the door which lead to Lucius Malfoy's private apartments.