Authors Note: Right, having read the Order of the Phoenix, I realise that
the names I've given my characters are wrong, but seeing as it doesn't
really effect that story I'm going to leave it. More bad language warnings.
See Chapter 1 for Disclaimer. Thanks for reviews.
Chapter Ten
Evan Rosier sat in the Slytherin common room drinking wine. Too tired and irritated to be bothered with precautions for getting caught, he sat alone in the corner with a bottle of red gifted to him for his seventeenth birthday the previous year. It wasn't often that Evan allowed himself the freedom of alcohol - but tonight was definitely one of those nights where he was. Evan Rosier was pissed off. Snape had taken no notice whatsoever of the impersonal note he had so thoughtfully sent that afternoon. He had watched him discreetly from a desk two rows along, and read the thoughts as they clearly appeared on Snape's face. The boy had felt confusion, then considered it, then dismissed it.
And that was not the Severus Snape Evan Rosier knew and hated.
Something was definitely wrong. Lucius had somehow managed to convince Snape into being with him. Which meant that Snape did not deserve him. If Snape didn't actually want to be with Lucius, and was so only by means of coercion, then it was time for a more worthy person to take their place in the esteemed Malfoy bed. Someone like Evan.
If only he knew what Lucius had done to Snape! There were any numbers of ways to alter someone's mind, most of them dangerous, and more of them illegal. A charm could do it, or a potion...
Maybe if he looked around Lucius' room he could work out what he had done. If there was a charm there might be some papers or books lying around. If a potion, then perhaps some contents might be left over. The rational part of Evan's brain told him this was folly. Malfoy wouldn't be so stupid as to leave important things like that lying about where anyone could find them. And what if Lucius were to walk in and catch him in the act? He didn't even want to think of the consequences.
But the irrational part of Evan's drunken brain told him that it was a marvellous idea and he should go up there immediately.
He lurched to his feet and dimly groped for the stairwell. And prayed that Malfoy would not be around.
~~~~~
Luck was on Rosier's side that night. At the hour of one Lucius was tucked up in bed with Severus, talking softly. Spooned together, they lay entwined in a tangle of bodies and limbs.
"We should get to sleep, love," Lucius whispered. "It's late, and we have lessons this morning..."
"Mmm..." Severus moaned and wriggled further into Lucius. "Don't want to, not just yet. Don't want to lose this feeling to sleep. Want to feel it for as long as I can."
Lucius smiled and leaned backward so his head rested on the pillow. "What feeling, Sev?"
"I'm aching, where you were, inside me, all the way..." Sev murmured, sighing in contentment. Oh yes, he ached, and it was the pleasantest sensation. Lucius moved his hand down and began to rub in slow circles. It had the effect of causing little rhythmic moans and yawns from his friend. "Stop, Luc, you're making me sleepy..."
"Good," Lucius chuckled. "Believe me, Sev, I'm going to make you ache again very soon, I promise you that. You should sleep, or else you won't enjoy it so much tomorrow."
"But it wont be the first time, it won't be like it was today. Perhaps if we do it again before we go to sleep now it will ache like it does now until tomorrow?" he inquired hopefully.
Lucius leaned forward and kissed him, before nipping him on the lip. "Go to sleep now, you demanding young pup. You will wait until tomorrow. And if you do not do what I say, right now, then you will have to wait until the day after."
Sleep soon claimed Severus Snape, and after much musing, interspersed with secret smiles, it claimed Lucius Malfoy too.
~~~~~
Rosier could not believe his eyes. Not only could he not believe his luck, but he could not believe Lucius' stupidity. For indeed, there inside Lucius' chest, apparently unwarded, was an old book, which conveniently fell open at a particular place, and several dozen vials of an unclassified liquid. Which looked exactly as the instructions described on page seventy- two. For a rather intriguing potion named Blasphemer's Delight.
But what was more interesting, was the second book underneath One Hundrede Potions for the Discerninge Wizarde, was Potions for the More Advanced Wizard. Flicking through it, he noticed it was not instructions for how to make, but gave background information. And Blasphemer's Delight was in the index. Hastily speeding through the book, he found the page.
"Blasphemer's Delight was created after much experimentation by Felix Dissectus, in 1757. It was created at first for an alternative for a lust potion, but it was soon realised that the effects told much more than an ordinary potion. After much preparation, the potion is administered to two individuals who will immediately be overwhelmed by lust for the other. All senses are heightened, especially touch and taste, to the point of pain in some, and those who have taken at this point must be careful and have prepared their surroundings beforehand.
The potion will have the effect of extreme inebriation on the brain and subjects must be aware that the only things their brain will respond to is the body desires. Effects of this sort are most potent for the first eleven hours, and then gradually subside for the next thirteen. If the potion is continually administered then the body will eventually build up a resistance to the potion and larger doses will be needed for the same effects.
However, if taken for three days or more then the subjects will undergo feelings of love as well as lust, although if one or both of the subjects already has feelings towards the other than the potion will not effect them in this way. However if one does not hold any sort of feelings towards their partner apart from the lust inflicted by the potion, then their love and their loyalty to that person will be much stronger than one would usually experience. Blasphemer's Delight can be used to control people in this fashion.
The one who feels this unnatural love will deny any and all attempts by anyone to be separated from or cause harm to their loved one. They will deny it even if the truth is perfectly obvious. Senses will be heightened permanently, and can be used by students before an exam to increase brain capacity for knowledge and quicken learning.
However in the long term Blasphemer's Delight can cause many problems, the most obvious mounting addiction. The body will in time become dependent on the drugs, and withdrawal symptoms can include nausea, migraines, sweating and shaking, inflammation of the stomach and bowel. It is best therefore to not make the potion more than once in a period of about three years.
The potion itself was banned by the International Ministry of Magical Substances and verified by the Ministry of Magic in 1835 after a series of incidents including the usurpation of King Wilhelm of Prussia by his mistress Elisaveta. Ingredients include the horn of a unicorn, which are highly illegal internationally and classed as Grade A non-tradable goods. Anyone caught dealing this potion or making it faces a sentence of up to twenty years in Azkaban." As dated 1958.
Rosier stopped reading open mouthed and dumbfounded, and let the book fall shut with a snap. Slowly, as his brain finally began to process what he was reading an evil grin began to spread across his face. His day had suddenly got a hell of a lot better.
~~~~~
Remus stood in front of a mirror cleaning the blood from his nose. The mirror kept clucking at him sympathetically in a motherly way, annoying him slightly. Every time he wiped the last of the blood away it started bleeding again. He supposed he should go to the hospital wing, but he knew if he did that he was bound to run into someone he didn't want to along the way, and he didn't want any questions asked or rumours spreading. If only his bloody nose would stop pouring, he'd be fine and then he could cast a glamour charm over the damage.
He stood there and looked at himself. Huge dark circles ringed his eyes and several bags beneath them were deeply ingrained. His skin was so pale it looked almost grey, and emphasised the strong red of the blood. He looked terrible. And it was full moon tomorrow. Somehow he doubted Sirius or the other Marauders would want to join him in his visit to the Shrieking Shack this month. Eventually managing to staunch the bleeding, he cast the glamour charm and returned to the empty dormitory. For once in his life he wished that he had been sorted into Slytherin and had a room of his own. Somehow putting up with the likes of Lucius Malfoy would have been worth it. And then he wouldn't have had any of this business with Sirius and perhaps have been in with a chance of Severus.
Severus was dating Malfoy. It made Remus so miserable to think of it, he tried not to. He hoped things would settle down with everyone soon, but wasn't counting on it to happen too quickly.
He cast a privacy charm on his bed to keep anyone out, though he seriously doubted its necessity. Lying back, he thought of all the things he had had lost and could never hoped to have. Remus did not even notice the tears begin to fall.
~~~~~
Both Lucius and Severus overslept and did not even have time for breakfast as they began to run down the halls for Transfiguration. The absence of both their preps earned them a detention despite Lucius' pleas - Minerva McGonagall, although young, was extremely formidable. So by the time Lucius returned to his room that night he was running in the worry to get the potion down Sev before the twenty-four hours was up. He was taking no chances.
Throwing his books down on the bed, he ran to the chest and threw the doors open. He immediately noticed the doors were not shut - and when he saw the two books askew his hackles were instantly raised. However, it took him a few more seconds for the sight to sink in that every last vial of the potion was gone from his store.
After staring at them in disbelief, Lucius brought his wand over and whispered 'revello' and the chest glowed green. A Slytherin had breached his room and stolen from him. Well that was hardly a surprise. He then uttered the two words that spelled Rosier's downfall. 'Revello initus.'
~~~~~
Rosier reeled backwards from the blow, clutching his nose where blood was pouring. Lucius struck again before he'd even fallen to the floor, aimed at his jaw, where there was a horrible crunch, and Rosier started to choke on his own blood. He desperately tried to move over onto his stomach to let it spill out of his mouth, but the action attracted Lucius' attention and was followed by a swift kick to the ribs. Rosier moaned in pain, but the blonde's only reaction was to get out his wand, heal the slight bruising on his knuckles, and softly cast a charm that began as gentle heat warming Rosier's body but soon progressed to white-hot burning throughout his limbs. Rosier screamed with the agony. Lucius smirked at his handiwork, and congratulated on himself for both saying the curse properly and also remembering to put a silencing charm on the room.
Lucius abruptly grew bored with Rosier's whines and muttered the counter curse for the charm. Rosier gasped with the sudden relief. He slowly raised his eyes to the malevolent grey ones staring at him with unconcealed dislike.
"I suppose you wonder why I'm here, don't you Evan?" Lucius asked pleasantly.
Rosier didn't have the strength to speak, the only movement his body seemed capable of making was violent twitches ranging to spasms running through his arms and legs. Lucius seemed to realise it, and a nasty smirk curved his lips.
He moved forward, and sat down on the floor next to the blood-covered boy. Rosier's eyes widened in fear yet he was incapable of preventing Lucius doing anything he desired. Lucius leaned forward, and said in a friendly tone, "you see Evan, I came up to my room this evening and went looking for some of my more personal things, only to find that my room had been ransacked and some of my items had been stolen. Now as you can imagine, as I'm sure you can if you went into your room and it had happened to you, I was a little upset by this theft. Especially as I did a revealing charm and it told me that the person responsible was a Slytherin."
Lucius paused, and watched the effect his words had on Rosier's face with grim enjoyment. He was itching to unclench his fists and beat the other boy to a bloody pulp while stunning him with every single hex in his power. However, it was far more satisfying to torment Rosier with the knowledge that he could do just that at any given moment. There was always later for more physical punishment.
"Now I thought, who on earth could it be? Which one of my dear housemates could do such a terrible to thing to me, Lucius Malfoy? I mean, you're all such wonderful people, who could do something so cowardly and as low as petty theft? And I thought, I really don't know. I just don't know. It was a huge shock, as I'm sure you can grasp, that one of you could do that. And at that moment I was so incredibly glad I'd sported out for an extra ward on my room that would tell me exactly who had been so deceitful. And do you know whose name it came up with, Evan? Do you have any idea of who it might have been?"
Rosier's shaking grew more pronounced, as he feared the worst. He tried to open his jaw to speak, but the pain was too intense. Lucius growled in impatience and muttered a healing charm at the boy. It turned out that Rosier's jaw wasn't broken, merely cracked. He also uttered a charm for slight pain relief, and he saw his eyes widen from the respite.
"Now answer me, dear Evan, whose name do you think that ward revealed?" Lucius said in a harder tone.
"Mine," Rosier whispered. Lucius nodded, all amusement vanished from his face as he took in the pathetic sight before him.
"Yours," he agreed dangerously. "Now where the fuck is my potion?"
Rosier looked terrified. Yet a voice in his head urged him to defy the wealthy blonde sitting beside him. "I destroyed it," he said weakly. "I got rid of it so you couldn't pervert Snape any longer."
Lucius' eyebrows stretched high, far above his long hair that kept falling onto his face. "So I couldn't pervert Snape? Well, I'd hardly call it perversion. He seems to enjoy whatever I do to him."
"That's because you've subverted his mind! I read about that potion in Potions for the More Advanced Wizard. You're manipulating him. I saw the signs and so could any other."
"Well aren't you an astute little shit," Lucius said slowly. "You destroyed my potion. For that you will pay. And don't come over all concerned for Severus fucking Snape; I know how much you hate him and how much he hates you. You wanted me. You wanted to destroy that potion so Severus would leave me and I'd come crawling back to you. Or at least, that's how the plan went in Evan Rosier's head, didn't it?"
The numbing charm seemed to be wearing off of Rosier's jaw, and he found himself unable to talk properly once more. He attempted desperately to shake his head, and Lucius realised the gesture, slight though it was. It was the wrong thing to do. It inflamed Lucius' anger more than anything else could have done, and he coldly spoke the worst curse he knew, the one his father had spent so much time teaching him over the summer.
"Crucio."
Lucius took pleasure aplenty from watching Rosier writhe in agony while managing to keep the look of cold disdain on his face. However, inside he was screaming. If Rosier had destroyed his potion, then his liaison with Severus was over, much sooner than he had originally intended. He would surely make Rosier pay for taking what was his. Nobody took what was Lucius Malfoy's and got away with it without paying the price.
And Rosier was nowhere near done paying.
Chapter Ten
Evan Rosier sat in the Slytherin common room drinking wine. Too tired and irritated to be bothered with precautions for getting caught, he sat alone in the corner with a bottle of red gifted to him for his seventeenth birthday the previous year. It wasn't often that Evan allowed himself the freedom of alcohol - but tonight was definitely one of those nights where he was. Evan Rosier was pissed off. Snape had taken no notice whatsoever of the impersonal note he had so thoughtfully sent that afternoon. He had watched him discreetly from a desk two rows along, and read the thoughts as they clearly appeared on Snape's face. The boy had felt confusion, then considered it, then dismissed it.
And that was not the Severus Snape Evan Rosier knew and hated.
Something was definitely wrong. Lucius had somehow managed to convince Snape into being with him. Which meant that Snape did not deserve him. If Snape didn't actually want to be with Lucius, and was so only by means of coercion, then it was time for a more worthy person to take their place in the esteemed Malfoy bed. Someone like Evan.
If only he knew what Lucius had done to Snape! There were any numbers of ways to alter someone's mind, most of them dangerous, and more of them illegal. A charm could do it, or a potion...
Maybe if he looked around Lucius' room he could work out what he had done. If there was a charm there might be some papers or books lying around. If a potion, then perhaps some contents might be left over. The rational part of Evan's brain told him this was folly. Malfoy wouldn't be so stupid as to leave important things like that lying about where anyone could find them. And what if Lucius were to walk in and catch him in the act? He didn't even want to think of the consequences.
But the irrational part of Evan's drunken brain told him that it was a marvellous idea and he should go up there immediately.
He lurched to his feet and dimly groped for the stairwell. And prayed that Malfoy would not be around.
~~~~~
Luck was on Rosier's side that night. At the hour of one Lucius was tucked up in bed with Severus, talking softly. Spooned together, they lay entwined in a tangle of bodies and limbs.
"We should get to sleep, love," Lucius whispered. "It's late, and we have lessons this morning..."
"Mmm..." Severus moaned and wriggled further into Lucius. "Don't want to, not just yet. Don't want to lose this feeling to sleep. Want to feel it for as long as I can."
Lucius smiled and leaned backward so his head rested on the pillow. "What feeling, Sev?"
"I'm aching, where you were, inside me, all the way..." Sev murmured, sighing in contentment. Oh yes, he ached, and it was the pleasantest sensation. Lucius moved his hand down and began to rub in slow circles. It had the effect of causing little rhythmic moans and yawns from his friend. "Stop, Luc, you're making me sleepy..."
"Good," Lucius chuckled. "Believe me, Sev, I'm going to make you ache again very soon, I promise you that. You should sleep, or else you won't enjoy it so much tomorrow."
"But it wont be the first time, it won't be like it was today. Perhaps if we do it again before we go to sleep now it will ache like it does now until tomorrow?" he inquired hopefully.
Lucius leaned forward and kissed him, before nipping him on the lip. "Go to sleep now, you demanding young pup. You will wait until tomorrow. And if you do not do what I say, right now, then you will have to wait until the day after."
Sleep soon claimed Severus Snape, and after much musing, interspersed with secret smiles, it claimed Lucius Malfoy too.
~~~~~
Rosier could not believe his eyes. Not only could he not believe his luck, but he could not believe Lucius' stupidity. For indeed, there inside Lucius' chest, apparently unwarded, was an old book, which conveniently fell open at a particular place, and several dozen vials of an unclassified liquid. Which looked exactly as the instructions described on page seventy- two. For a rather intriguing potion named Blasphemer's Delight.
But what was more interesting, was the second book underneath One Hundrede Potions for the Discerninge Wizarde, was Potions for the More Advanced Wizard. Flicking through it, he noticed it was not instructions for how to make, but gave background information. And Blasphemer's Delight was in the index. Hastily speeding through the book, he found the page.
"Blasphemer's Delight was created after much experimentation by Felix Dissectus, in 1757. It was created at first for an alternative for a lust potion, but it was soon realised that the effects told much more than an ordinary potion. After much preparation, the potion is administered to two individuals who will immediately be overwhelmed by lust for the other. All senses are heightened, especially touch and taste, to the point of pain in some, and those who have taken at this point must be careful and have prepared their surroundings beforehand.
The potion will have the effect of extreme inebriation on the brain and subjects must be aware that the only things their brain will respond to is the body desires. Effects of this sort are most potent for the first eleven hours, and then gradually subside for the next thirteen. If the potion is continually administered then the body will eventually build up a resistance to the potion and larger doses will be needed for the same effects.
However, if taken for three days or more then the subjects will undergo feelings of love as well as lust, although if one or both of the subjects already has feelings towards the other than the potion will not effect them in this way. However if one does not hold any sort of feelings towards their partner apart from the lust inflicted by the potion, then their love and their loyalty to that person will be much stronger than one would usually experience. Blasphemer's Delight can be used to control people in this fashion.
The one who feels this unnatural love will deny any and all attempts by anyone to be separated from or cause harm to their loved one. They will deny it even if the truth is perfectly obvious. Senses will be heightened permanently, and can be used by students before an exam to increase brain capacity for knowledge and quicken learning.
However in the long term Blasphemer's Delight can cause many problems, the most obvious mounting addiction. The body will in time become dependent on the drugs, and withdrawal symptoms can include nausea, migraines, sweating and shaking, inflammation of the stomach and bowel. It is best therefore to not make the potion more than once in a period of about three years.
The potion itself was banned by the International Ministry of Magical Substances and verified by the Ministry of Magic in 1835 after a series of incidents including the usurpation of King Wilhelm of Prussia by his mistress Elisaveta. Ingredients include the horn of a unicorn, which are highly illegal internationally and classed as Grade A non-tradable goods. Anyone caught dealing this potion or making it faces a sentence of up to twenty years in Azkaban." As dated 1958.
Rosier stopped reading open mouthed and dumbfounded, and let the book fall shut with a snap. Slowly, as his brain finally began to process what he was reading an evil grin began to spread across his face. His day had suddenly got a hell of a lot better.
~~~~~
Remus stood in front of a mirror cleaning the blood from his nose. The mirror kept clucking at him sympathetically in a motherly way, annoying him slightly. Every time he wiped the last of the blood away it started bleeding again. He supposed he should go to the hospital wing, but he knew if he did that he was bound to run into someone he didn't want to along the way, and he didn't want any questions asked or rumours spreading. If only his bloody nose would stop pouring, he'd be fine and then he could cast a glamour charm over the damage.
He stood there and looked at himself. Huge dark circles ringed his eyes and several bags beneath them were deeply ingrained. His skin was so pale it looked almost grey, and emphasised the strong red of the blood. He looked terrible. And it was full moon tomorrow. Somehow he doubted Sirius or the other Marauders would want to join him in his visit to the Shrieking Shack this month. Eventually managing to staunch the bleeding, he cast the glamour charm and returned to the empty dormitory. For once in his life he wished that he had been sorted into Slytherin and had a room of his own. Somehow putting up with the likes of Lucius Malfoy would have been worth it. And then he wouldn't have had any of this business with Sirius and perhaps have been in with a chance of Severus.
Severus was dating Malfoy. It made Remus so miserable to think of it, he tried not to. He hoped things would settle down with everyone soon, but wasn't counting on it to happen too quickly.
He cast a privacy charm on his bed to keep anyone out, though he seriously doubted its necessity. Lying back, he thought of all the things he had had lost and could never hoped to have. Remus did not even notice the tears begin to fall.
~~~~~
Both Lucius and Severus overslept and did not even have time for breakfast as they began to run down the halls for Transfiguration. The absence of both their preps earned them a detention despite Lucius' pleas - Minerva McGonagall, although young, was extremely formidable. So by the time Lucius returned to his room that night he was running in the worry to get the potion down Sev before the twenty-four hours was up. He was taking no chances.
Throwing his books down on the bed, he ran to the chest and threw the doors open. He immediately noticed the doors were not shut - and when he saw the two books askew his hackles were instantly raised. However, it took him a few more seconds for the sight to sink in that every last vial of the potion was gone from his store.
After staring at them in disbelief, Lucius brought his wand over and whispered 'revello' and the chest glowed green. A Slytherin had breached his room and stolen from him. Well that was hardly a surprise. He then uttered the two words that spelled Rosier's downfall. 'Revello initus.'
~~~~~
Rosier reeled backwards from the blow, clutching his nose where blood was pouring. Lucius struck again before he'd even fallen to the floor, aimed at his jaw, where there was a horrible crunch, and Rosier started to choke on his own blood. He desperately tried to move over onto his stomach to let it spill out of his mouth, but the action attracted Lucius' attention and was followed by a swift kick to the ribs. Rosier moaned in pain, but the blonde's only reaction was to get out his wand, heal the slight bruising on his knuckles, and softly cast a charm that began as gentle heat warming Rosier's body but soon progressed to white-hot burning throughout his limbs. Rosier screamed with the agony. Lucius smirked at his handiwork, and congratulated on himself for both saying the curse properly and also remembering to put a silencing charm on the room.
Lucius abruptly grew bored with Rosier's whines and muttered the counter curse for the charm. Rosier gasped with the sudden relief. He slowly raised his eyes to the malevolent grey ones staring at him with unconcealed dislike.
"I suppose you wonder why I'm here, don't you Evan?" Lucius asked pleasantly.
Rosier didn't have the strength to speak, the only movement his body seemed capable of making was violent twitches ranging to spasms running through his arms and legs. Lucius seemed to realise it, and a nasty smirk curved his lips.
He moved forward, and sat down on the floor next to the blood-covered boy. Rosier's eyes widened in fear yet he was incapable of preventing Lucius doing anything he desired. Lucius leaned forward, and said in a friendly tone, "you see Evan, I came up to my room this evening and went looking for some of my more personal things, only to find that my room had been ransacked and some of my items had been stolen. Now as you can imagine, as I'm sure you can if you went into your room and it had happened to you, I was a little upset by this theft. Especially as I did a revealing charm and it told me that the person responsible was a Slytherin."
Lucius paused, and watched the effect his words had on Rosier's face with grim enjoyment. He was itching to unclench his fists and beat the other boy to a bloody pulp while stunning him with every single hex in his power. However, it was far more satisfying to torment Rosier with the knowledge that he could do just that at any given moment. There was always later for more physical punishment.
"Now I thought, who on earth could it be? Which one of my dear housemates could do such a terrible to thing to me, Lucius Malfoy? I mean, you're all such wonderful people, who could do something so cowardly and as low as petty theft? And I thought, I really don't know. I just don't know. It was a huge shock, as I'm sure you can grasp, that one of you could do that. And at that moment I was so incredibly glad I'd sported out for an extra ward on my room that would tell me exactly who had been so deceitful. And do you know whose name it came up with, Evan? Do you have any idea of who it might have been?"
Rosier's shaking grew more pronounced, as he feared the worst. He tried to open his jaw to speak, but the pain was too intense. Lucius growled in impatience and muttered a healing charm at the boy. It turned out that Rosier's jaw wasn't broken, merely cracked. He also uttered a charm for slight pain relief, and he saw his eyes widen from the respite.
"Now answer me, dear Evan, whose name do you think that ward revealed?" Lucius said in a harder tone.
"Mine," Rosier whispered. Lucius nodded, all amusement vanished from his face as he took in the pathetic sight before him.
"Yours," he agreed dangerously. "Now where the fuck is my potion?"
Rosier looked terrified. Yet a voice in his head urged him to defy the wealthy blonde sitting beside him. "I destroyed it," he said weakly. "I got rid of it so you couldn't pervert Snape any longer."
Lucius' eyebrows stretched high, far above his long hair that kept falling onto his face. "So I couldn't pervert Snape? Well, I'd hardly call it perversion. He seems to enjoy whatever I do to him."
"That's because you've subverted his mind! I read about that potion in Potions for the More Advanced Wizard. You're manipulating him. I saw the signs and so could any other."
"Well aren't you an astute little shit," Lucius said slowly. "You destroyed my potion. For that you will pay. And don't come over all concerned for Severus fucking Snape; I know how much you hate him and how much he hates you. You wanted me. You wanted to destroy that potion so Severus would leave me and I'd come crawling back to you. Or at least, that's how the plan went in Evan Rosier's head, didn't it?"
The numbing charm seemed to be wearing off of Rosier's jaw, and he found himself unable to talk properly once more. He attempted desperately to shake his head, and Lucius realised the gesture, slight though it was. It was the wrong thing to do. It inflamed Lucius' anger more than anything else could have done, and he coldly spoke the worst curse he knew, the one his father had spent so much time teaching him over the summer.
"Crucio."
Lucius took pleasure aplenty from watching Rosier writhe in agony while managing to keep the look of cold disdain on his face. However, inside he was screaming. If Rosier had destroyed his potion, then his liaison with Severus was over, much sooner than he had originally intended. He would surely make Rosier pay for taking what was his. Nobody took what was Lucius Malfoy's and got away with it without paying the price.
And Rosier was nowhere near done paying.