The Seemingly Neverending Antics of Lucius Malfoy

by Duchess of Inkling

The fifth series of The Story That Will Not Die, and it brings you everything you want so, so much; idiocy, gratuitous slash suggestions, filth, decadence, blond hair, and, of course, absolute pleasure.

18. Chapter 18: Rosa

(A/N : Inspired by the author's and particularly Jenny's experiences in Rome. Title courtesy of the Jacques Brel song, in keeping with the Latin theme of this and the last story.)

Chapter 18: Rosa rosa rosam, rosae rosae rosa…

It was a lovely summer evening, and Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape were sitting on the edge of the Trevi fountain in Rome. Snape was busy watching the rose vendors make their way down the steps, toting roses to all the couples, and Lucius sat turned toward the water, his light linen robes fluttering in a slight breeze. "Lovely rose for lovely lady!" a vendor close to them was saying. "Lovely rose for lovely lady!"

Snape turned to comment on the rose sellers to Lucius, but was interrupted by the vendor who had just noticed the duo's long hair, and had come scuttling towards them enthusiastically.

"Lovely rose for lovely ladies!" the vendor cried, "Lovely rose for... " At this point Lucius and Snape turned towards him, and the vendor fell silent.

"You were saying?" Lucius said, glaring. The vendor went very pale, and, dropping his roses, ran away as fast as he could. "Ah look, Severus," Lucius said, picking up the flowers and stuffing them into his robes, "free roses!"