Of Love and Marriage

*#*#* You heard me. Love and marriage. But, with who?*#*#*

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Lucius stretched out on the bed, posture curling like that of a cat. He twisted at the waist, and then flopped onto his stomach, blowing long bangs out of his eyes. He rolled over.

Another game lost and put away… He thought miserably. Goddam Potter… He had yet another disgrace on the Quidditch field, and it wasn't to his liking. Lucius was a damn good seeker, a technical flyer with pinpoint precision, but James… James flew like the broom was the extension of his arm, or that it was a part of him. He didn't need to practice moves and counter moves over and over because he flew the field like it was a playground. He did it on instinct.

Damn him. Lucius would never admit it, but that's why James was better than him, and for a sliver of a fraction, that was also why he, on some level, respected him.

But only a little. That's it.

"I'll beat him next time." Lucius muttered, sweeping his hair to one side. There wasn't an accompanying reply and he didn't expect one.

I wonder where Tom is…

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It was late that night when the door to the dorm opened quietly. A lamp was blown out and left by the door, while silent footsteps padded across the cold floor. There was the rustling of clothing and a shirt was dropped onto the chair, along with a tie. Lucius shifted in the bed as the person crawled in beside him, wrapping long arms around him.

"You're late." Lucius mumbled quietly.

"So?"

"Nothing." He said.

There was a sigh. "Thinking about the game?"

"No."

"Then what's your problem?"

"It's nothing."

"… Sure."

"Shut up, Tom."

There was a dry chuckle and then the room fell silent again. The drapes around the bed fluttered, the breeze from the window coming in. Both boys shivered, and moved closer together under the sheets. It was a while before either of them spoke again.

"Lucius…" Tom said sleepily.

The blond barely heard him, but waited for the rest of the response.

"I think we should see other people."

Lucius froze. Whatever he had wanted to hear, it wasn't that. "What?"

There was no answer, and Tom's forehead rested on the back of his neck; a sure sign that he was already asleep. Lucius didn't know how long it was until he was in a right state of mind to do the same.

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The next night, at a more reasonable hour, Lucius and Tom were in the same position, this time with the window firmly shut. Lucius stared at the pillow beside his head, fidgeting as Tom played with his long mane of hair.  Usually it was a nice gesture, but it didn't make him relax like it usually did.

"Tom."

"What?" He asked lazily.

"What did you mean?"

"About…?"

"Seeing other people."

"I want to see other people." Tom said bluntly. "Like girls."

Lucius sat up, wincing as Tom's fingers dragged in his hair. "You trying to tell me something?"

Tom sighed, sitting and sliding an arm around Lucius' waist. "Don't get emotional." He said, placing a chaste kiss on Lucius' jawline.

"I'm not getting emotional." Lucius said blandly.

Tom sighed again, letting go of the other Slytherin to lie back down. "Look, I want a son one day, and I really don't think that you can help me with that sort of thing."

"So, that's it then?"

"I know you hate to share, but you're going to have to." Tom rolled away from him. "Otherwise, yes, that's it then."

Lucius embraced Tom from behind, effectively reversing their former positions. "Who?"

"Who?"

"Which girl?"

Tom paused, thinking it over for a moment. "I don't know. Perhaps one of the Black girls."

"What's so special about them, anyway?"

"Purebloods, dark and wicked." Tome stated clearly. "Pity that they have such deviations as Sirius."

"Indeed." Lucius agreed. "Bellatrix?"

Tom laughed. "You know me too well."

"Yes." Lucius murmured. "I do."

"You should go for Narcissa, you know."

"Why?"

"You need a son, too."

"You're obsessed with that."

"Just a little."

"We're sixteen."

"So?"

"Nevermind."

"That's what I thought."

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Yes, I got lazy and didn't have a lot of description. Meh. It's the dialogue that's important, you know.