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Chapter Two
Lucius woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He moaned, and tried to get back to sleep, but realised, after a quick look at the time, that breakfast was soon. Grumpily, he went into the shower, trying to rid himself of evidence of last night's exploits, and to clear his head. Feeling marginally better, he suddenly remembered that he was not in his own room, and therefore would not have any robes to put on. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped cautiously into the room, and saw a fresh set of clothing lying on the bed. Pinned to it was a note, that read: "Lucius, I brought these for you. See you at breakfast."
Lucius groaned again. Clearly, Severus wasn't pleased, and he had better things to do than to try and to make up with his friend, like working out new tricks to play on the Gryffindor's, for instance. After quickly pulling them on, and rooting through Severus's drawers for pain relief, he fixed his hair with a simple spell and made his way down to the Great Hall.
Although he was late, breakfast hadn't finished. People were taking their time to catch up with those they hadn't had the chance to the night before, and so he had plenty of time. Settling in his usual seat next to Severus, who was studiously avoiding his gaze, Lucius grabbed a nearby croissant and smeared it liberally with jam.
"Morning, Lucius," said several of their gang, the notable exception being Severus. As Lucius's eyes met with Rosier's, the other boy smirked at him and looked at him with heated eyes. Severus caught the look, and glared to himself. At this, Rosier's smirk grew into a grin, and although, on the inside, Lucius felt like grinning too, he realised that this wasn't the best course of action if he hoped to make things up with Severus quickly. Helping himself to a glass of orange juice, he returned his fellows greetings.
After Severus finished, he got up without saying anything and started to make his way to the exit to the Slytherin dungeons. Before he could leave completely however, he was intercepted by Lucius. Morning, Severus," he said cautiously.
Severus met his eyes with a bored gaze. "Morning," he said sarcastically. He tried to move around Lucius but the blonde grabbed his arm and held him. "Could be a little more enthusiastic, Sev. Don't go overwhelming me with your eagerness."
"Let go of me. I think I have every right to be angry with you, Luc. Don't you?"
"Of course," Lucius said diplomatically. What a waste of time this was. He had such better things to do. "And I'm sorry for my behaviour, last night. I realise I was unforgivable."
Severus looked at him sceptically. "Don't think you can get around me, Lucius Malfoy. You screwed Rosier last night. I know the games you play, and if you think I'm just going to forgive you then you've got another thing coming. Now let go of my arm." Lucius released him, and Severus started to move away.
Lucius called after him. "I'm sorry, Sev. What more can I say? What do I have to do for you to forgive me?"
"Perhaps actually mean it, next time you try to get round me," Severus called over his shoulder, as he started to move down the stairs. Lucius swore under his breath; he hadn't expected Severus to not believe him. He ran his fingers through his hair, and leant against the stone wall, as a wave of fatigue ran through him. Almost immediately, he found himself trapped with two hands planted either side of his head, and a face close to his.
"Morning, Lucius," said Rosier, as he leant in for a kiss. His face showed surprise when he was roughly thrown backward against the opposite wall.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Rosier? You know it was only a one night thing," said Lucius, furiously.
"Don't pull that one on me, Malfoy. I know how much you enjoyed it. Worried about what precious little Snape thinks, are you? Well, don't worry. I know how to be discreet."
"What makes you think I'd ever want to touch you again? Do you really believe it was you that I wanted to be with last night? It is not your discretion I am concerned with. Its whether you can keep your mouth shut. I don't want our liaison to be made public knowledge around the school, all right? Keep your silence, and don't go expecting anything more from me."
Rosier mouth gaped in shock as Lucius moved past him, following Severus down the stairs.
The seventh year Slytherins had Transfiguration first thing, with the Ravenclaws. Severus behaved in a sulky manner, only responding when he had to, and then in as few grunts as he could manage. After a while, Lucius gave up trying to make conversation, and concentrated on trying to turn his tambourine into a cello. As the two were by far the cleverest and most experienced in the class, having been taught magic since they were old enough to walk, both finished first and watched disinterestedly as the class muffed the exercise with varying degrees of failure. Both longed for bed, and both wished they didn't have to be together with the other. Lucius was annoyed that Severus was being so stubborn, and Severus was annoyed that Lucius was being so arrogant and pigheaded. It was a long lesson.
Altogether, it was a long day. By the time school was over, the two Slytherins were exhausted, though both seemed to have achieved very little. Even scaring the first years didn't seem to hold as much allure as usual. Eventually, Lucius made his way to Severus's room, determined to win the battle and get back to normal. Walking in without knocking, he found Severus lying on his back on his bed. The black eyes rolled over to the doorway, but he said nothing. Lucius sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.
"How long are we going to keep this up, Sev? Let's settle our differences. I am truly sorry that I hurt you, and I am missing you badly. Can you forgive me?"
"It's only been a day. Miss me that much, do you?"
"Please, Sev. Don't make me grovel. Can you just accept what I've given you?"
Severus stared at him, with a hard, focused gaze. "Come here," he said at last, as he pulled his friend into a hug. Lucius sighed in relief, and pulled back, grinning. "I'm forgiven then?" Not waiting for an answer, he climbed fully onto the bed, and lay back.
"God, it's been awful, hasn't it? Now, what new spells did you say you'd learned over the summer?"
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James Potter and Sirius Black sat talking quietly in the dormitory. It was long past bedtime, and they had to be careful not to attract attention. Both assumed all others were asleep in the dormitory. And they were, except for one.
Remus lay in his bed, quietly listening to his friend's conversation. It was more of the usual, which meant going from girls (for James, Lily, and for Sirius, anyone), to work (God, wasn't Potions awful?), to teachers (if Professor Pritchard set them any more prep they'd scream) to the Slytherins (how much of a prick was Lucius Malfoy?). And then back again. It was the same old discussion, timeless to anyone. Eventually, Remus allowed himself to get caught up in his own thoughts. Unlike his friend's discussion, his was focused solely on one person. Severus Snape.
Remus couldn't stop thinking about him. At first, he'd dismissed it as curiosity, but as curiosity made its way into obsession, Remus began to get worried. He didn't want to be infatuated with a Slytherin, much less one who knew his terrible secret and was Lucius Malfoy's best friend! He knew that Severus was sworn to secrecy about Remus's lycanthropy, but that didn't mean that he wasn't afraid of it, or disgusted by it. The look on his face when he saw Remus at the end of the tunnel was still painfully etched into Remus's mind. How could Severus ever consider him as anything but a monster?
Then there was the problem of him being a Gryffindor. Even if he wasn't a werewolf, that was still a huge obstacle that was hard enough to get through. Then there was the fact that he was a Marauder, and all knew how much Severus hated James and Sirius. And then there was Lucius Malfoy. He thought he was God's gift to the world, and he had good reason. Remus wasn't afraid of the blonde boy, but that didn't mean he was overly keen to be in a room alone with him either. All in all, Severus Snape was a no-go area, and was likely to stay that way for evermore. So he might as well quit this thinking.
But easier said than done. Remus, ever since the bite, had grown used to wanting things and not being able to get them. Coming to Hogwart's had seemed a miracle, for indeed no other headmaster had wanted to touch him with a bargepole. But Severus Snape had wormed his way into Remus's mind, and he didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave.
And of course, telling any of his friends was unthinkable. He doubted either of them would talk to him again, especially Sirius. Hot-headed and deterministic, Sirius Black was not a person to betray. And good friends were hard to find. Remus would never dream of betraying his fellow Marauders. They'd done so much for him, accepting him even after they knew of his condition, and even becoming Animagi for him. He owed them so much.
Severus Snape was out of the question. So why wouldn't he just go away?
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Chapter Two
Lucius woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He moaned, and tried to get back to sleep, but realised, after a quick look at the time, that breakfast was soon. Grumpily, he went into the shower, trying to rid himself of evidence of last night's exploits, and to clear his head. Feeling marginally better, he suddenly remembered that he was not in his own room, and therefore would not have any robes to put on. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped cautiously into the room, and saw a fresh set of clothing lying on the bed. Pinned to it was a note, that read: "Lucius, I brought these for you. See you at breakfast."
Lucius groaned again. Clearly, Severus wasn't pleased, and he had better things to do than to try and to make up with his friend, like working out new tricks to play on the Gryffindor's, for instance. After quickly pulling them on, and rooting through Severus's drawers for pain relief, he fixed his hair with a simple spell and made his way down to the Great Hall.
Although he was late, breakfast hadn't finished. People were taking their time to catch up with those they hadn't had the chance to the night before, and so he had plenty of time. Settling in his usual seat next to Severus, who was studiously avoiding his gaze, Lucius grabbed a nearby croissant and smeared it liberally with jam.
"Morning, Lucius," said several of their gang, the notable exception being Severus. As Lucius's eyes met with Rosier's, the other boy smirked at him and looked at him with heated eyes. Severus caught the look, and glared to himself. At this, Rosier's smirk grew into a grin, and although, on the inside, Lucius felt like grinning too, he realised that this wasn't the best course of action if he hoped to make things up with Severus quickly. Helping himself to a glass of orange juice, he returned his fellows greetings.
After Severus finished, he got up without saying anything and started to make his way to the exit to the Slytherin dungeons. Before he could leave completely however, he was intercepted by Lucius. Morning, Severus," he said cautiously.
Severus met his eyes with a bored gaze. "Morning," he said sarcastically. He tried to move around Lucius but the blonde grabbed his arm and held him. "Could be a little more enthusiastic, Sev. Don't go overwhelming me with your eagerness."
"Let go of me. I think I have every right to be angry with you, Luc. Don't you?"
"Of course," Lucius said diplomatically. What a waste of time this was. He had such better things to do. "And I'm sorry for my behaviour, last night. I realise I was unforgivable."
Severus looked at him sceptically. "Don't think you can get around me, Lucius Malfoy. You screwed Rosier last night. I know the games you play, and if you think I'm just going to forgive you then you've got another thing coming. Now let go of my arm." Lucius released him, and Severus started to move away.
Lucius called after him. "I'm sorry, Sev. What more can I say? What do I have to do for you to forgive me?"
"Perhaps actually mean it, next time you try to get round me," Severus called over his shoulder, as he started to move down the stairs. Lucius swore under his breath; he hadn't expected Severus to not believe him. He ran his fingers through his hair, and leant against the stone wall, as a wave of fatigue ran through him. Almost immediately, he found himself trapped with two hands planted either side of his head, and a face close to his.
"Morning, Lucius," said Rosier, as he leant in for a kiss. His face showed surprise when he was roughly thrown backward against the opposite wall.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Rosier? You know it was only a one night thing," said Lucius, furiously.
"Don't pull that one on me, Malfoy. I know how much you enjoyed it. Worried about what precious little Snape thinks, are you? Well, don't worry. I know how to be discreet."
"What makes you think I'd ever want to touch you again? Do you really believe it was you that I wanted to be with last night? It is not your discretion I am concerned with. Its whether you can keep your mouth shut. I don't want our liaison to be made public knowledge around the school, all right? Keep your silence, and don't go expecting anything more from me."
Rosier mouth gaped in shock as Lucius moved past him, following Severus down the stairs.
The seventh year Slytherins had Transfiguration first thing, with the Ravenclaws. Severus behaved in a sulky manner, only responding when he had to, and then in as few grunts as he could manage. After a while, Lucius gave up trying to make conversation, and concentrated on trying to turn his tambourine into a cello. As the two were by far the cleverest and most experienced in the class, having been taught magic since they were old enough to walk, both finished first and watched disinterestedly as the class muffed the exercise with varying degrees of failure. Both longed for bed, and both wished they didn't have to be together with the other. Lucius was annoyed that Severus was being so stubborn, and Severus was annoyed that Lucius was being so arrogant and pigheaded. It was a long lesson.
Altogether, it was a long day. By the time school was over, the two Slytherins were exhausted, though both seemed to have achieved very little. Even scaring the first years didn't seem to hold as much allure as usual. Eventually, Lucius made his way to Severus's room, determined to win the battle and get back to normal. Walking in without knocking, he found Severus lying on his back on his bed. The black eyes rolled over to the doorway, but he said nothing. Lucius sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.
"How long are we going to keep this up, Sev? Let's settle our differences. I am truly sorry that I hurt you, and I am missing you badly. Can you forgive me?"
"It's only been a day. Miss me that much, do you?"
"Please, Sev. Don't make me grovel. Can you just accept what I've given you?"
Severus stared at him, with a hard, focused gaze. "Come here," he said at last, as he pulled his friend into a hug. Lucius sighed in relief, and pulled back, grinning. "I'm forgiven then?" Not waiting for an answer, he climbed fully onto the bed, and lay back.
"God, it's been awful, hasn't it? Now, what new spells did you say you'd learned over the summer?"
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James Potter and Sirius Black sat talking quietly in the dormitory. It was long past bedtime, and they had to be careful not to attract attention. Both assumed all others were asleep in the dormitory. And they were, except for one.
Remus lay in his bed, quietly listening to his friend's conversation. It was more of the usual, which meant going from girls (for James, Lily, and for Sirius, anyone), to work (God, wasn't Potions awful?), to teachers (if Professor Pritchard set them any more prep they'd scream) to the Slytherins (how much of a prick was Lucius Malfoy?). And then back again. It was the same old discussion, timeless to anyone. Eventually, Remus allowed himself to get caught up in his own thoughts. Unlike his friend's discussion, his was focused solely on one person. Severus Snape.
Remus couldn't stop thinking about him. At first, he'd dismissed it as curiosity, but as curiosity made its way into obsession, Remus began to get worried. He didn't want to be infatuated with a Slytherin, much less one who knew his terrible secret and was Lucius Malfoy's best friend! He knew that Severus was sworn to secrecy about Remus's lycanthropy, but that didn't mean that he wasn't afraid of it, or disgusted by it. The look on his face when he saw Remus at the end of the tunnel was still painfully etched into Remus's mind. How could Severus ever consider him as anything but a monster?
Then there was the problem of him being a Gryffindor. Even if he wasn't a werewolf, that was still a huge obstacle that was hard enough to get through. Then there was the fact that he was a Marauder, and all knew how much Severus hated James and Sirius. And then there was Lucius Malfoy. He thought he was God's gift to the world, and he had good reason. Remus wasn't afraid of the blonde boy, but that didn't mean he was overly keen to be in a room alone with him either. All in all, Severus Snape was a no-go area, and was likely to stay that way for evermore. So he might as well quit this thinking.
But easier said than done. Remus, ever since the bite, had grown used to wanting things and not being able to get them. Coming to Hogwart's had seemed a miracle, for indeed no other headmaster had wanted to touch him with a bargepole. But Severus Snape had wormed his way into Remus's mind, and he didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave.
And of course, telling any of his friends was unthinkable. He doubted either of them would talk to him again, especially Sirius. Hot-headed and deterministic, Sirius Black was not a person to betray. And good friends were hard to find. Remus would never dream of betraying his fellow Marauders. They'd done so much for him, accepting him even after they knew of his condition, and even becoming Animagi for him. He owed them so much.
Severus Snape was out of the question. So why wouldn't he just go away?
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