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so don't sue me, okay?
Authors Notes: Sorry this (somewhat short, I know) chapter took so long in arriving. After having tonsillitis (twice) I suddenly realised that I have A-Level exams in about a month, so hey! I'd better do some work!
Thanks to all those who have read and reviewed. Reviews are more than welcome.
Chapter Six
Lucius Malfoy was tired. He was standing in the showers, letting the dirt and sweat from the Quidditch game run from his body. It had been a hard game, against the damned Gryffindors, but they'd shown them. Lucius summoned up another smirk, despite his weariness. He'd caught the Snitch in the nick of time, and thrashed the powerless Gryffindors into the ground.... Showed them what scum they really were.
This time Lucius had managed to persuade Severus to come to the match, a feat rarely accomplished. Sev usually considered such trivialities a waste of time. But Sev had seen when Lucius had triumphed over those miserable bastards. Yes, Lucius was happy.
Tonight was the night. After this victory Severus wouldn't be able to refuse him anything, and after a little of the Potion they'd finally finished brewing, Sev wouldn't want to. Tonight was his.
Lucius turned off the shower, and made his way to the towel rack, passing various team members on the way. Wrapping a towel round his waist, he surveyed the room. And that was when the arms pulled him from behind into a steamy shower cubicle.
The steam was so thick that at first Lucius didn't realise who had pulled him in. Only when a pair of lips attached themselves to his neck, and he finally caught a glimpse of that dark curly hair, that he worked out whom it was. Rosier. Rosier was a Catcher on the team, with Nott and Lestrange, and had every right to be as thrilled about their win as he was. But he had no right to be making unwelcome advances towards a Malfoy. Lucius had already made his position clear.
Lucius made to move him away, but during that act, Rosier captured his mouth and held him down.
"Lucius, don't resist me," Rosier whispered. "I know you want this."
"Get off me now or I'll hex you," replied Lucius in a deadly tone.
Rosier only loosened his grip for a second, but it was enough for Lucius to thrust him backwards. He landed against the adjacent wall with a surprised 'oof'.
"Why do you keep doing this to me?" asked Rosier impatiently. "It's not like Snape is ever going to give you what you want. But I can."
Lucius was incredulous. "Rosier, I always get what I want. And I've already had you, and I didn't even want you. And believe me, you weren't that great a lay."
Rosier coloured furiously. "Well, you weren't complaining when you came screaming my name."
"Oh, did I?" Lucius said lazily. "Funny, don't remember. All I remember is wishing wholeheartedly that it was Sev's body I was lying with, not yours."
"You'll never have him. He doesn't want you!"
"You never know," smirked the blonde. "Things can change quickly and unexpectedly for no reason at all."
Rosier looked at him quizzically, and then turned it into one of curiosity. "What are you going to do?" he asked.
Lucius inwardly cursed himself. Rosier couldn't know, nobody could.
"Nothing even remotely concerning you. Now piss off. I said before to keep your mouth shut, and that reasoning still applies."
Rosier stared at Lucius, his curiosity indeed piqued. "And I always do what I'm told, do I?"
"You will this time, if you still want that pretty little face of yours able to charm other poor bastards into your miserable bed. Leave it, Rosier. There's nothing for you here."
Rosier grinned at Lucius with a knowing look. Lucius ignored it and walked out of the room.
~~~~~~
"Remus?"
The boy in question spun around, a guilty look on his face, expecting Sirius to have come after him. He sighed in relief to discover it was only James.
"Yes? Did you want help on your prep?"
James came towards his friend, taking in the shadows under his eyes, and his pallor. "I think we need to talk. Don't you?"
Remus flinched and moved away. "I'm fine. Don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't pull that one on me, Moony. We've been friends for too long. And we need to discuss this."
Before Remus could protest, James grabbed hold of him and brought him to the dorm. Once they were both sitting in his bed, the older boy drew the curtains and cast a silencing spell.
"Now explain to me why you've been going around with a face like that. I can see you're not happy."
Remus stared at James. He couldn't tell him what he was feeling; he was Sirius' best friend. James seemed to read his thoughts, and added, "You can tell me anything in confidence, and I promise you I'll keep my word. Sirius will never know we've had this conversation. And we have a bit of time 'cos he's still drowning his woes in the showers."
Remus mumbled awkwardly, "Sorry you lost the Quidditch match. It was so close for ages, and it was only because the Slytherins kept distracting the referee that she allowed all those fouls to go past."
James's eyes darkened slightly, his usually cool demeanour tinged with an edge of annoyance as he remembered the unfairness of the game. Then he shrugged; they'd get their own backs on the Slytherins soon enough.
"Remus," he started. "You're not distracting me on this. Tell me why you're unhappy. I promise you I'll never tell anyone else."
Remus coloured and weighed his friend up. Finally, he decided he could trust him, and besides, he had to talk to somebody. Keeping all this inside him was beginning to weigh too much.
"Sirius never asked me whether he could have me, he just took me, and I'm tired of being taken."
James stayed silent, and waited for Remus to carry on. After a lengthy pause, Remus then said more strongly, "I don't love him. I'm in love with someone else."
James couldn't help himself. "Who? You've never mentioned anyone else."
Remus' cheeks again stained crimson and he seemed to lose his confidence. "You promise not to judge me."
"Judge you? Moony, of course I wouldn't. Why? Are they in a different house? Are they much younger than you? Good Lord, Remus, you haven't fallen in love with a Professor, have you?" James said laughing. Remus managed a weak smile.
"No. It's a Slytherin."
James stopped laughing, but he was able to keep his face free from the cold reservations beginning to settle through him. Impassively, he asked, "not Malfoy, right?"
Remus shook his head. "No, I hate him. Always strutting around as though he owns the place. He makes me sick."
Surprised by his friend's vehemence, James asked, "So who is it then?"
"Severus Snape."
~~~~~
"Tonight, we, my friend, are going to celebrate!"
Lucius strode decadently into Severus' chamber, holding an old bottle of whiskey and two glasses in his hands. Grinning at Sev, who was sitting up from his book and neatly folding it away, he then put down what he was carrying and moved over to the dark haired boy.
Severus found Lucius' smile infectious, and started to grin himself. "You did well today on the field. Showed those stupid Gryffindors! They needed putting down; they've been getting far too big for their boots recently."
Lucius started pouring, and spoke with an air of superiority. "Yes well, I think we managed to pull that one off proficiently. My Father gave this to me for my seventeenth. Thought I'd save it for a special occasion."
Severus arched an eyebrow. "And you deem this to be a 'special occasion'?"
Lucius glanced at his friend briefly, before handing him his glass. "Of course I do. You're not getting any work done tonight. You're going to spend the evening getting pissed with me."
"And giving me an awful head with you tomorrow," Severus replied acerbically.
If you like, Lucius mused. But I'd much rather give you a good one.
"Dearest Severus, it is Saturday night! If we were at the Manor I would take you off to a bordello in Knockturn Alley, but as that isn't possible at this present moment in time, I will settle for getting smashed. With you."
"Assuming rather a lot, aren't you Lucius? What if I want to spend my valuable time with someone else?"
"Because, my friend, I am the only person that you would want to spend your valuable time with," Lucius said, allowing his words to slur a little.
Severus looked at him. "Did you start before you got here?"
Lucius had the devil in him enough to look slightly ashamed. "Sorry, couldn't wait. Slipped a couple of shots back in my room."
Severus rolled his eyes, and said, "you know what we could do tonight."
"We could do many things tonight, dear Sev. Which of these are you referring to?"
"We could try that potion we made. If it has a bad effect we can get away with it, with not having lessons tomorrow."
Lucius grinned. Just what he'd been hoping Sev would say. He really was a little genius. "What a brilliant idea! It's about time we got it out." He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a stoppered glass vial filled with a potion of a deep purple. "You take half and I'll take the rest. This makes for a good night in."
Severus took the vial from him and drained it to half empty. He handed it to Lucius, who watched the slow grin starting to spread across the darker boy's cheeks. Lucius raised the vial, and drained it swiftly, anticipation, excitement and adrenaline running through his veins.
"Cheers."
Authors Notes: Sorry this (somewhat short, I know) chapter took so long in arriving. After having tonsillitis (twice) I suddenly realised that I have A-Level exams in about a month, so hey! I'd better do some work!
Thanks to all those who have read and reviewed. Reviews are more than welcome.
Chapter Six
Lucius Malfoy was tired. He was standing in the showers, letting the dirt and sweat from the Quidditch game run from his body. It had been a hard game, against the damned Gryffindors, but they'd shown them. Lucius summoned up another smirk, despite his weariness. He'd caught the Snitch in the nick of time, and thrashed the powerless Gryffindors into the ground.... Showed them what scum they really were.
This time Lucius had managed to persuade Severus to come to the match, a feat rarely accomplished. Sev usually considered such trivialities a waste of time. But Sev had seen when Lucius had triumphed over those miserable bastards. Yes, Lucius was happy.
Tonight was the night. After this victory Severus wouldn't be able to refuse him anything, and after a little of the Potion they'd finally finished brewing, Sev wouldn't want to. Tonight was his.
Lucius turned off the shower, and made his way to the towel rack, passing various team members on the way. Wrapping a towel round his waist, he surveyed the room. And that was when the arms pulled him from behind into a steamy shower cubicle.
The steam was so thick that at first Lucius didn't realise who had pulled him in. Only when a pair of lips attached themselves to his neck, and he finally caught a glimpse of that dark curly hair, that he worked out whom it was. Rosier. Rosier was a Catcher on the team, with Nott and Lestrange, and had every right to be as thrilled about their win as he was. But he had no right to be making unwelcome advances towards a Malfoy. Lucius had already made his position clear.
Lucius made to move him away, but during that act, Rosier captured his mouth and held him down.
"Lucius, don't resist me," Rosier whispered. "I know you want this."
"Get off me now or I'll hex you," replied Lucius in a deadly tone.
Rosier only loosened his grip for a second, but it was enough for Lucius to thrust him backwards. He landed against the adjacent wall with a surprised 'oof'.
"Why do you keep doing this to me?" asked Rosier impatiently. "It's not like Snape is ever going to give you what you want. But I can."
Lucius was incredulous. "Rosier, I always get what I want. And I've already had you, and I didn't even want you. And believe me, you weren't that great a lay."
Rosier coloured furiously. "Well, you weren't complaining when you came screaming my name."
"Oh, did I?" Lucius said lazily. "Funny, don't remember. All I remember is wishing wholeheartedly that it was Sev's body I was lying with, not yours."
"You'll never have him. He doesn't want you!"
"You never know," smirked the blonde. "Things can change quickly and unexpectedly for no reason at all."
Rosier looked at him quizzically, and then turned it into one of curiosity. "What are you going to do?" he asked.
Lucius inwardly cursed himself. Rosier couldn't know, nobody could.
"Nothing even remotely concerning you. Now piss off. I said before to keep your mouth shut, and that reasoning still applies."
Rosier stared at Lucius, his curiosity indeed piqued. "And I always do what I'm told, do I?"
"You will this time, if you still want that pretty little face of yours able to charm other poor bastards into your miserable bed. Leave it, Rosier. There's nothing for you here."
Rosier grinned at Lucius with a knowing look. Lucius ignored it and walked out of the room.
~~~~~~
"Remus?"
The boy in question spun around, a guilty look on his face, expecting Sirius to have come after him. He sighed in relief to discover it was only James.
"Yes? Did you want help on your prep?"
James came towards his friend, taking in the shadows under his eyes, and his pallor. "I think we need to talk. Don't you?"
Remus flinched and moved away. "I'm fine. Don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't pull that one on me, Moony. We've been friends for too long. And we need to discuss this."
Before Remus could protest, James grabbed hold of him and brought him to the dorm. Once they were both sitting in his bed, the older boy drew the curtains and cast a silencing spell.
"Now explain to me why you've been going around with a face like that. I can see you're not happy."
Remus stared at James. He couldn't tell him what he was feeling; he was Sirius' best friend. James seemed to read his thoughts, and added, "You can tell me anything in confidence, and I promise you I'll keep my word. Sirius will never know we've had this conversation. And we have a bit of time 'cos he's still drowning his woes in the showers."
Remus mumbled awkwardly, "Sorry you lost the Quidditch match. It was so close for ages, and it was only because the Slytherins kept distracting the referee that she allowed all those fouls to go past."
James's eyes darkened slightly, his usually cool demeanour tinged with an edge of annoyance as he remembered the unfairness of the game. Then he shrugged; they'd get their own backs on the Slytherins soon enough.
"Remus," he started. "You're not distracting me on this. Tell me why you're unhappy. I promise you I'll never tell anyone else."
Remus coloured and weighed his friend up. Finally, he decided he could trust him, and besides, he had to talk to somebody. Keeping all this inside him was beginning to weigh too much.
"Sirius never asked me whether he could have me, he just took me, and I'm tired of being taken."
James stayed silent, and waited for Remus to carry on. After a lengthy pause, Remus then said more strongly, "I don't love him. I'm in love with someone else."
James couldn't help himself. "Who? You've never mentioned anyone else."
Remus' cheeks again stained crimson and he seemed to lose his confidence. "You promise not to judge me."
"Judge you? Moony, of course I wouldn't. Why? Are they in a different house? Are they much younger than you? Good Lord, Remus, you haven't fallen in love with a Professor, have you?" James said laughing. Remus managed a weak smile.
"No. It's a Slytherin."
James stopped laughing, but he was able to keep his face free from the cold reservations beginning to settle through him. Impassively, he asked, "not Malfoy, right?"
Remus shook his head. "No, I hate him. Always strutting around as though he owns the place. He makes me sick."
Surprised by his friend's vehemence, James asked, "So who is it then?"
"Severus Snape."
~~~~~
"Tonight, we, my friend, are going to celebrate!"
Lucius strode decadently into Severus' chamber, holding an old bottle of whiskey and two glasses in his hands. Grinning at Sev, who was sitting up from his book and neatly folding it away, he then put down what he was carrying and moved over to the dark haired boy.
Severus found Lucius' smile infectious, and started to grin himself. "You did well today on the field. Showed those stupid Gryffindors! They needed putting down; they've been getting far too big for their boots recently."
Lucius started pouring, and spoke with an air of superiority. "Yes well, I think we managed to pull that one off proficiently. My Father gave this to me for my seventeenth. Thought I'd save it for a special occasion."
Severus arched an eyebrow. "And you deem this to be a 'special occasion'?"
Lucius glanced at his friend briefly, before handing him his glass. "Of course I do. You're not getting any work done tonight. You're going to spend the evening getting pissed with me."
"And giving me an awful head with you tomorrow," Severus replied acerbically.
If you like, Lucius mused. But I'd much rather give you a good one.
"Dearest Severus, it is Saturday night! If we were at the Manor I would take you off to a bordello in Knockturn Alley, but as that isn't possible at this present moment in time, I will settle for getting smashed. With you."
"Assuming rather a lot, aren't you Lucius? What if I want to spend my valuable time with someone else?"
"Because, my friend, I am the only person that you would want to spend your valuable time with," Lucius said, allowing his words to slur a little.
Severus looked at him. "Did you start before you got here?"
Lucius had the devil in him enough to look slightly ashamed. "Sorry, couldn't wait. Slipped a couple of shots back in my room."
Severus rolled his eyes, and said, "you know what we could do tonight."
"We could do many things tonight, dear Sev. Which of these are you referring to?"
"We could try that potion we made. If it has a bad effect we can get away with it, with not having lessons tomorrow."
Lucius grinned. Just what he'd been hoping Sev would say. He really was a little genius. "What a brilliant idea! It's about time we got it out." He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a stoppered glass vial filled with a potion of a deep purple. "You take half and I'll take the rest. This makes for a good night in."
Severus took the vial from him and drained it to half empty. He handed it to Lucius, who watched the slow grin starting to spread across the darker boy's cheeks. Lucius raised the vial, and drained it swiftly, anticipation, excitement and adrenaline running through his veins.
"Cheers."