(A/N: I can't believe I forgot to post the author's note with this one. I must be getting forgetful in my old age. Anyway, everyone must read a story about my new OTP, Snape and Adam Ant, over at my livejournal. The username, indeed, is pipm. How poetic. Most of you will probably not know who Adam Ant is, in which case I say to you: find out now. For you have not truly lived if you have not tasted of the nectar-like bounty that is Adam Ant. The story is funny even if you don't know him, in any case, so hurry over. Now!)
Chapter Three: Green Eyed Monster (And It's Not Harry Potter)
It was a dreary evening in December, and to Snape's ennui Lucius Malfoy's face appeared in his fireplace looking angry.
"What is it now, Lucius?" Snape said wearily.
"What is it now, what is it now!" Lucius spat. "That's rich, coming from you."
"What do you mean, coming from me?"
"Well, you're the one who forgot all about our dinner yesterday night!"
"I'm truly sorry," Snape said, rubbing his eyes. "It's just been so busy here."
"Busy?" Lucius repeated angrily. "Busy? Busy with Igor, I presume?"
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact." Snape said, defensively. "He's been after me like a werewolf after a child, lately."
"Well, I hope you're not too busy with Igor to come to the Christmas party next week." Lucius said, flicking his hair out of his eyes bitchily.
"You know very well that I have to attend the Yule Ball. I am sure you remember that tradition." Snape said, raising an eyebrow in expectation.
"Oh, the Yule Ball?" Lucius said, nodding cynically. "I don't think I need to ask you who you're going with." Snape rolled his eyes.
"Lucius, you know I…" he started, but Lucius ignored his protests.
"Well, I hope you and Igor have a good time together. I'm sure you don't need me to have a good time." He sounded rather distraught at this point. "I'm going to go now, so you can invite Igor over. Now you've got Igor, I bet you can think of better things to do than waste time talking to little old me over the Floo network! No" he continued, dabbing his eyes dramatically, as Snape sighed heavily. "No, don't pretend, Severus. Go see your fancy man, go degrade yourself before that… that… Oh!" With a swirl of green light, Lucius disappeared. Snape poured a glass of Firewhiskey and leant back in his chair.
"What a queen." He muttered to himself, taking a sip.