DISCLAIMER: Not mine, fanfic :)
Snape grimaced at his reflection in the mirror. The brightness of his powder blue robes almost stung his eyes. This was definitely going to be the kind of night you mentally sweep under a rug. He snarled and began tugging on some loose threads around the side of his robes.
If these were black... these damn imperfections wouldn't show...
This was the real reason Severus Snape never wore colour... It required too much grooming. And then, as if the night wasn't already off to a wonderful start, there was the knock on his door.
"Sevy! Oh Sevy!"
Snape cringed. This was the problem with having a death eaters only cottage. Sure it sounded like a lovely idea, then again so did the communal breakfasts, but the downside was, you were never more than arms length from and idiot. Although, by Snape's definition, most of the world's population fell into the idiot category.
Without waiting for an answer, the door flung open. Lucius leaned heavily against the door frame, sporting an all too tight polo shirt (also popped collared) and a pair of acid wash jeans. His hair, immaculate and flowing as usual.
"So... I heard about the big date tonight and I..."
"It's not a date..." Growled Snape.
"Hey! You never know! You guys may meet that special someone!" Lucius had now edged dangerously close and attempted to give Snape the elbow nudge. Snape however, managed to slip out of reach.
"I will NOT be meeting anyone... I will merely be escorting the dark lord on HIS, however idiotic quest." Snape once again caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and returned to fussing over his robes.
"Sure thing." Lucius winked, "Need a hand?"
"I assure you Lucius I am a grown man, perfectly capable of dressing myself!" However, the more he fussed, the worse a mess he seemed to make himself.
"Why don't you ditch the robe? Blue is apparently not your colour." While he spoke Lucius had begun tearing through Snape's wardrobe. "You've got to have something at least semi stylish in here..."
"Would you get out of my clothes?!"
"Aha! Here we go!" Lucius procured what looked like a a skinned cat from the closet, "On second thought..."
Furious Snape cast off his robe and nearly leapt across the room, yanking the nosey Malfoy out of his things and casting him out into the hall.
"You will leave me alone and cease your incessant bothering!"
Looking utterly dejected Lucius began to sulk away, before turning back with a smirk.
"Oh Sevy... One last thing?"
Severus popped his head back into the hall impatiently.
Lucius flicked his wand deviously, "There... that's better... Have a good night my friend!"
Nearly boiling over with rage Snape slammed the door and immediately began searching himself for Lucius' modification. After minutes of fuss and prodding the realization finally sunk in.
The git's gone and washed my hair...