DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT
Twenty-One
"What the bloody hell are you doing here at this time of night?" Snape demanded angrily, looking at Lucius. The man was half drunk and could barely stand on his own two feet without giggling or swaying. In short, Lucius Malfoy was a mess. Opening the door wider, Snape scowled and pulled his friend inside, shutting the door behind him. He knew that Lucius would have killed him if he sauntered to his rooms like that but Lucius coming to his room at this time meant that there was something wrong. The blond hair man laughed at Snape's scowl and sat down in the chair by the fire place.
"Ok, Lucius, what is it? Why the hell are you in here at two o'clock in the morning?" Snape demanded, skipping the formalities. He had known Malfoy long before adult hood and this wasn't the first time he had seen his friend drunk. The first time had been when his mother had died and that had not been a pretty sight. Needless to say that a smiling, laughing drunk Malfoy was quite a shock to Serverus Snape who had known the boy since their school days.
"I can't come here and say hello to an old friend?" Lucius asked, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Snape frowned at the man.
"Not at two o'clock Lucius. Why are you here?" Snape asked again. Lucius sighed, looking into the fire. What the hell? Did Lucius just sigh? Snape was completely baffled.
"Malfoy I don't know what you did, but whatever it is you had better tell me now."
"Oh balls Serverus! I didn't do anything. It's just that Granger's friend the Weasley girl got me thinking, that's all."
"That's all? The little Weasley said something to you and you drank a whole bottle of fire whiskey? What did she say to you?" Snape asked. Surely Lucius wouldn't let something the red head girl say to him affect him so much. Nothing affected Lucius Malfoy. Or nothing affected him so much that he had drank a bottle of whiskey and became a drunken fool.
"You know I am a bad person Serverus. I've killed without remorse and tortured people without regret. Everything evil a person can do, I've done it." Snape sat and watched Malfoy with his mouth open in shock. Never in a hundred years had he imagined that he would be sitting with Lucius Malfoy and have the man pour his heart out to him. If someone had told him that he would have had them admitted to St. Mongos without a second thought. Now, Snape wasn't so sure. In fact, maybe he should get admitted to St. Mongos.
"I was a death eater and in some people's eyes I still am a death eater. But what have I done to acquire Granger's hate? Why does she hate me so much?"