Chapter 15
She smelled like cold mornings and summer nights, both at the same time. My hands rested on the small of her back for a moment, before moving to her shoulders. What was I doing? This was wrong, I wasn't supposed to be doing this, not with her. . . But she smelled so good. . . A soft sigh escaped her lips, and I felt myself drowning in her taste, her scent, her touch. It seemed like everything about her held mystery and beauty, mysteries that I was only too glad to unfold.
Even though the kiss felt like it lasted for an eternity, in reality, it must have only been a few seconds. She pulled away this time, leaving me slightly dazed. Lack of oxygen, I suppose. Only for a brief second; I was back to normal soon enough, although being at a loss for words was certainly *not* normal behavior for a Malfoy. I said the first thing that came to my mind, in my desperation.
"Now you know *why* people call it Snog Central." I gave one of my infamous smirks, hoping to veil my emotions in them. I was very good at those sorts of things.
"Why did you kiss me?" Rather straight to the point, wasn't she? The words 'Because I wanted to, and I always get what I want' were at the tip of my tongue, but somehow, I couldn't say them.
Yes, I *had* wanted to feel her lips pressed against mine, had almost *needed* to feel them, but I sensed a particular *reason* behind this kiss, a reason that I was still unaware of. Possibly, my subconscious mind was aware, and I had just refused to acknowledge it. Not possibly, most probably. Was I so good at hiding things from other people that I ended up hiding them from myself?
I needed to stall. I didn't want to say things I would later regret; I really *did* have a reputation to maintain.
"As far as I could tell, I wasn't the only one kissing."
"No, you weren't." Silence. "Can we go back to the castle?" I nodded, very much needing the sanctity and Slytherinity of my room. Lily was quiet, and she seemed too wrapped up in her own thoughts to say anything else. As I was just about to begin my descent down those dreadful stairs, I thought blossomed in my mind. Why hadn't we just flown here in the first place? I cursed myself for my obvious lack of foresight, and summoned my broom immediately.
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From my experience, I strongly recommend you don't think things you're not supposed to when Severus is around. That man has a mind as sensitive as octopus feelers; he can just about *sense* secret thoughts. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if those feelers sprouted out of his head one day. Maybe they already have, only they've gotten tangled in that forest of greasy hair he's been growing.
To explain my sudden, anti-Severus diatribe, I shall resume my story.
I was lying on my bed, thinking (You all know very well what about. Or who, for that matter). He was sitting at his desk, probably inventing more hexes. Everything would have been perfectly *spiffy*, if he'd kept his damned mouth shut. Well, he hadn't.
"You missed dinner." What was he, my bloody mother now?
"And?" As you can probably tell, I wasn't at all in the mood to talk.
"Well, where were you?"
"None of your bloody business." He was quiet for a moment, before he continued.
"How's the moon tonight, Lucius? Is it full?"
"Positively peachy, and no, it's crescent, why?" My voice was dripping with barely contained sarcasm, but he hardly seemed to notice.
"Who were you at the Astronomy tower with?" How the *bloody muggle* had he known?
"No one." And I'd prided myself on being good with lies. I couldn't have been more obvious, even if I'd marched around in my knickers with the world LIAR printed on them. Nobody went to the Astronomy Tower *alone*.
"Oh, Lily. She's sleeping better with the potion now, I suppose." He nodded and turned back to his work, satisfied at his own genius. I wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp right then and there. But how *had* he known? Was it so blatantly obvious?
I practically leapt off my bed, my wand pointed right between his eyes.
"You tell anyone, and I swear you'll be dead before you can say mudblood." I growled. Why did my bloody roommate have to be so bloody insightful? Maybe Crabbe or Goyle would have been a better choice. What they lacked in brains, they made up for with their silence.
"You curse me, and I swear you'll be in Azkaban before you can say Avada Kedavra." He mocked in his almost monotonous voice, his black eyes somehow more intimidating in their hollowness than my mine could ever be. In one smooth movement, he'd stood up as well, his wand raised in dueling position. "Maybe I should test that new curse on you, hmm? The one that turns your own hair into murderous metal spikes that try to stab you to death? Your hair seems long enough."
"That wouldn't really work now, would it, since I know of the particular jinx your hexes are based on, and *that* in itself is easy enough to counter curse." This was a lie, actually, but Severus wasn't the *only* one who knew how to make spells. We both knew that the foundation of a particular spell was very hard to make, and so it was easier to copy that of an already written one, modifying the spell as you went along. "Tut tut, Severus, you shouldn't leave your parchment lying around where anyone can see."
Apparently, I'd struck a nerve, because he scowled, and sat back down, scribbling wildly onto his notes. I allowed myself a smirk, before walking out. He wasn't the only genius in the room.
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A/N: I know this is a rather short chapter, and I'm still working on the next one. No, Severus and Lucius have *not* had a falling out; they fight like this all the time, without really fighting. Blame Lucius and his odd beliefs about Slytherins sticking together and such. I had to interview Mr. Snape about *how* exactly he knew about Lily, and the astronomy tower. And let me tell you, he doesn't like interviews. *nurses a hexed arm* Anyway, he said something about cloudy nights, and how you can only see the moon on cloudy nights from the Astronomy Tower. And when I asked him how he knew about Lily, he laughed (or, more appropriately, cackled).
Hmm, what else. . . oh, yes, there IS a reason why I've clouded Lily's feelings in this chapter. . . Lucius told me to do it, because it's supposed to 'heighten the suspense'. This from a man who tortures poor muggles like me for a living. And I hope you notice the terrible mood Lucius is in. He seems to be swearing more than usual.
And I'm so sorry this chapter doesn't have much Lucius/Lily interaction. The next one will, though, not to worry. :D
Thanks to:
Chelli- I'm glad Lucius has managed to win over your heart, and so is Lucius *motions to deliciously evil dark wizard with evil smirk on his face, pacing in the back ground* You were right, though, he *is* writing himself. . . must be one of his spells, because I swear I hear a Lucius in my head sometimes. . . *casts suspicious look at Lucius, which is returned with an evil, knowing smile* Thanks for reviewing TWICE!!! :D
Nah 'Leans Grrl--- A new reader! *claps, and stops herself upon feeling an evil glare in her direction* *ooops, forgot, Lucius demands silence* :D This chapter shows a bit of how Lucius deals with it *whisper* which isn't very good at all, but the next chapter shows more Lily and her reactions. :D
Dark Rose--- Another new reader! I've got no money to pay that bill, so I hope I posted quick enough for you! :D Unfortunately, he *did* give me that Veritaserum, and I'm still suffering from the numbing aftershocks. Oh well. Hope you keep reading, and enjoying!
Addy---hmm, has Lucius been giving you lessons? I could almost feel the same aura around both of you. . . hmm. Thanks for reviewing TWICE! :D Lucius, thrilled as he was at the prospect of *disposing* (his choice of words, not mine, mind you) of an important muggle, says 'he'd rather not'. In fact, he's practically promised to 'protect' anyone who reads his life story. And reviews *cough cough*. "You know, all muggles will need protection *when* the Dark Lord returns" he says in his all-knowing voice. *when* the dark lord returns? Riiight. *is rewarded with a mild curse from Lucius* Humph. Good luck on your SAT II's!! They sound scary. . . Waah, over here, school starts in THREE days!!! Humph, yes, as you approach summer. . . I approach school. Shudder.
Jen--- a new reviewer! Reader, whatever! A new something, anyway :D thanks for reviewing, and Lucius is rather touched that you noticed his new torture method. He's 'perfecting' it, so he says. Thanks for reading and reviewing :D
Teasers:: I made a super fluffy chapter that's Lucius-fluffy, so it's not horribly saccharine-sweet, but I don't know where to put it exactly. . . Hmm, I'm thinking chapter 20 or something. . . Unfortunately, the next chapter will take a while, since I've no idea what to write. . .
She smelled like cold mornings and summer nights, both at the same time. My hands rested on the small of her back for a moment, before moving to her shoulders. What was I doing? This was wrong, I wasn't supposed to be doing this, not with her. . . But she smelled so good. . . A soft sigh escaped her lips, and I felt myself drowning in her taste, her scent, her touch. It seemed like everything about her held mystery and beauty, mysteries that I was only too glad to unfold.
Even though the kiss felt like it lasted for an eternity, in reality, it must have only been a few seconds. She pulled away this time, leaving me slightly dazed. Lack of oxygen, I suppose. Only for a brief second; I was back to normal soon enough, although being at a loss for words was certainly *not* normal behavior for a Malfoy. I said the first thing that came to my mind, in my desperation.
"Now you know *why* people call it Snog Central." I gave one of my infamous smirks, hoping to veil my emotions in them. I was very good at those sorts of things.
"Why did you kiss me?" Rather straight to the point, wasn't she? The words 'Because I wanted to, and I always get what I want' were at the tip of my tongue, but somehow, I couldn't say them.
Yes, I *had* wanted to feel her lips pressed against mine, had almost *needed* to feel them, but I sensed a particular *reason* behind this kiss, a reason that I was still unaware of. Possibly, my subconscious mind was aware, and I had just refused to acknowledge it. Not possibly, most probably. Was I so good at hiding things from other people that I ended up hiding them from myself?
I needed to stall. I didn't want to say things I would later regret; I really *did* have a reputation to maintain.
"As far as I could tell, I wasn't the only one kissing."
"No, you weren't." Silence. "Can we go back to the castle?" I nodded, very much needing the sanctity and Slytherinity of my room. Lily was quiet, and she seemed too wrapped up in her own thoughts to say anything else. As I was just about to begin my descent down those dreadful stairs, I thought blossomed in my mind. Why hadn't we just flown here in the first place? I cursed myself for my obvious lack of foresight, and summoned my broom immediately.
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From my experience, I strongly recommend you don't think things you're not supposed to when Severus is around. That man has a mind as sensitive as octopus feelers; he can just about *sense* secret thoughts. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if those feelers sprouted out of his head one day. Maybe they already have, only they've gotten tangled in that forest of greasy hair he's been growing.
To explain my sudden, anti-Severus diatribe, I shall resume my story.
I was lying on my bed, thinking (You all know very well what about. Or who, for that matter). He was sitting at his desk, probably inventing more hexes. Everything would have been perfectly *spiffy*, if he'd kept his damned mouth shut. Well, he hadn't.
"You missed dinner." What was he, my bloody mother now?
"And?" As you can probably tell, I wasn't at all in the mood to talk.
"Well, where were you?"
"None of your bloody business." He was quiet for a moment, before he continued.
"How's the moon tonight, Lucius? Is it full?"
"Positively peachy, and no, it's crescent, why?" My voice was dripping with barely contained sarcasm, but he hardly seemed to notice.
"Who were you at the Astronomy tower with?" How the *bloody muggle* had he known?
"No one." And I'd prided myself on being good with lies. I couldn't have been more obvious, even if I'd marched around in my knickers with the world LIAR printed on them. Nobody went to the Astronomy Tower *alone*.
"Oh, Lily. She's sleeping better with the potion now, I suppose." He nodded and turned back to his work, satisfied at his own genius. I wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp right then and there. But how *had* he known? Was it so blatantly obvious?
I practically leapt off my bed, my wand pointed right between his eyes.
"You tell anyone, and I swear you'll be dead before you can say mudblood." I growled. Why did my bloody roommate have to be so bloody insightful? Maybe Crabbe or Goyle would have been a better choice. What they lacked in brains, they made up for with their silence.
"You curse me, and I swear you'll be in Azkaban before you can say Avada Kedavra." He mocked in his almost monotonous voice, his black eyes somehow more intimidating in their hollowness than my mine could ever be. In one smooth movement, he'd stood up as well, his wand raised in dueling position. "Maybe I should test that new curse on you, hmm? The one that turns your own hair into murderous metal spikes that try to stab you to death? Your hair seems long enough."
"That wouldn't really work now, would it, since I know of the particular jinx your hexes are based on, and *that* in itself is easy enough to counter curse." This was a lie, actually, but Severus wasn't the *only* one who knew how to make spells. We both knew that the foundation of a particular spell was very hard to make, and so it was easier to copy that of an already written one, modifying the spell as you went along. "Tut tut, Severus, you shouldn't leave your parchment lying around where anyone can see."
Apparently, I'd struck a nerve, because he scowled, and sat back down, scribbling wildly onto his notes. I allowed myself a smirk, before walking out. He wasn't the only genius in the room.
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A/N: I know this is a rather short chapter, and I'm still working on the next one. No, Severus and Lucius have *not* had a falling out; they fight like this all the time, without really fighting. Blame Lucius and his odd beliefs about Slytherins sticking together and such. I had to interview Mr. Snape about *how* exactly he knew about Lily, and the astronomy tower. And let me tell you, he doesn't like interviews. *nurses a hexed arm* Anyway, he said something about cloudy nights, and how you can only see the moon on cloudy nights from the Astronomy Tower. And when I asked him how he knew about Lily, he laughed (or, more appropriately, cackled).
Hmm, what else. . . oh, yes, there IS a reason why I've clouded Lily's feelings in this chapter. . . Lucius told me to do it, because it's supposed to 'heighten the suspense'. This from a man who tortures poor muggles like me for a living. And I hope you notice the terrible mood Lucius is in. He seems to be swearing more than usual.
And I'm so sorry this chapter doesn't have much Lucius/Lily interaction. The next one will, though, not to worry. :D
Thanks to:
Chelli- I'm glad Lucius has managed to win over your heart, and so is Lucius *motions to deliciously evil dark wizard with evil smirk on his face, pacing in the back ground* You were right, though, he *is* writing himself. . . must be one of his spells, because I swear I hear a Lucius in my head sometimes. . . *casts suspicious look at Lucius, which is returned with an evil, knowing smile* Thanks for reviewing TWICE!!! :D
Nah 'Leans Grrl--- A new reader! *claps, and stops herself upon feeling an evil glare in her direction* *ooops, forgot, Lucius demands silence* :D This chapter shows a bit of how Lucius deals with it *whisper* which isn't very good at all, but the next chapter shows more Lily and her reactions. :D
Dark Rose--- Another new reader! I've got no money to pay that bill, so I hope I posted quick enough for you! :D Unfortunately, he *did* give me that Veritaserum, and I'm still suffering from the numbing aftershocks. Oh well. Hope you keep reading, and enjoying!
Addy---hmm, has Lucius been giving you lessons? I could almost feel the same aura around both of you. . . hmm. Thanks for reviewing TWICE! :D Lucius, thrilled as he was at the prospect of *disposing* (his choice of words, not mine, mind you) of an important muggle, says 'he'd rather not'. In fact, he's practically promised to 'protect' anyone who reads his life story. And reviews *cough cough*. "You know, all muggles will need protection *when* the Dark Lord returns" he says in his all-knowing voice. *when* the dark lord returns? Riiight. *is rewarded with a mild curse from Lucius* Humph. Good luck on your SAT II's!! They sound scary. . . Waah, over here, school starts in THREE days!!! Humph, yes, as you approach summer. . . I approach school. Shudder.
Jen--- a new reviewer! Reader, whatever! A new something, anyway :D thanks for reviewing, and Lucius is rather touched that you noticed his new torture method. He's 'perfecting' it, so he says. Thanks for reading and reviewing :D
Teasers:: I made a super fluffy chapter that's Lucius-fluffy, so it's not horribly saccharine-sweet, but I don't know where to put it exactly. . . Hmm, I'm thinking chapter 20 or something. . . Unfortunately, the next chapter will take a while, since I've no idea what to write. . .
