Unwanted or Improper
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Sorry about the huge wait.
Thanks to: Silver-Entrantress-Elf, Amanda Saitou, Tornado, kestral-girl, anny108, lee23, nikki675, Enide-Kant-BlackBlueFox, wintermoon2, Professor Potter-Malfoy, Shortshape, Kateri1, Alynna Lis Eachann (I can't get graphic), xikum, emmapotty, Chantelli (peace offering accepted), Serpent of Light, Nation El-Diablo, HecateDeMort, thesecretcharacter, penny, Lady Darkness13, Kodoku, DaughterofDeath, Jimaine, Elven Warrior1, REW, Lady Lightening, risi, ataraxis, Lunakat04, Starr Light1, c[R]ud[E]dly, Laura, linninfields and athenakitty (Snape is weakening already!).
Wow, it's amazing how many people like this fic, I'm really flattered by it all!
Thanks a lot to my beta reader, Sepia, too!
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Unwanted or Improper - Chapter 10
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Woo: To seek the affection of with intent to romance.
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"Lucius." He nodded curtly. Seeing the man looking less than perfect bothered him. Lucius looked like he hadn't slept in days. He most likely hadn't.
"Severus? What- Why- Oh." Albus had not told him. Lucius was not a stupid man, he never had been.
"Are you doing this for Draco?" Snape knew that even in choosing such a fate one could not wish on his son, his own flesh and blood. His friend may have been viewed as less than human, but the man was just as human and conscience burdened as the rest of this forsaken world.
"Somewhat." There was a spark of indifference in the Malfoy's voice, fake, if anyone cared to look.
"Don't play dumb with me; it won't help your case." If there was one thing Severus had no patience for, it was useless answers, and Lucius was adept at giving them.
"I did it for Draco, but not only for him, for Narcissa too."
"Voldemort has a fondness for other people's wives." It was not unknown, Nott's wife had certainly been a favourite, not pleasant for her or her husband. Death Eaters sat by and watched with furious eyes as their partner was chosen by their Lord. A few were honored, but they had their own reasons, some not married willingly.
"Your betrayal comes as somewhat of a surprise, what ridiculously human excuses do you have?" How very Lucius.
"Never had the stomach for it."
The Malfoy let out a soft but sad laugh. "One day you'll have to tell me the truth you know."
One day was a long way away and Severus was in no telling mood. Why he had made such a life-changing decision was not to be advertised. It cheapened it really. That moment was a revolution in his world. Snape settled with a smirk. "Not if you're dead."
All mirth disappeared. "No, my friend, not if I happen to be dead."
Uncharacteristic resignation coloured his tone.
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"Ron, I'm beginning to worry that I might- well- that I might actually... like him."
"I suppose that's a good thing though?" Ron's expression was thoughtful.
"How's the hell's that?" Harry was in a truly foul mood. He'd already had his share of bad luck this morning. Malfoy had socked him in the jaw before breakfast and he was putting off the visit to Pomfrey. Harry hadn't even seen it coming, took him completely by surprise. After breakfast Hermione had tried to apologize, he'd shaken her off with harsh words, his jaw aching and head throbbing. Only after she'd fled had he realized what she'd been trying to do. First class was Double Potions; Harry had lost a total of zero points and received no detentions. He would've thought the Professor was totally ignoring him until he noticed the masked looks sent his way. Severus' eyes were burnt into the back of his mind. What was worse, Harry was calling the man 'Severus' without even thinking about it. This was a bad morning and it was not improving.
"Well, it's a good thing if you like him since you have to... you know." Ron blushed.
"I know. I'm a virgin Ron, and he's going to be my, well, first..." His first ever.
"Oh. What about-"
"Cho?" Like he even needed to ask. Cho was a dead end.
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Don't you think I would've told you? She cried when I kissed her! What do you think would've happened if I'd- well, you know."
There was a long silence. Harry thought he should say something.
Ron got there first. "Have you decided when?"
"No, we haven't talked about it." Harry hadn't wanted to talk about it, he never raised the subject in fear of encouraging Snape to get technical. The boy didn't want to admit it, but he wanted to lose is virginity with a bang, a night to remember. Candles, roses, smelly stuff, the works! He sighed. It was awfully girlish.
"Sex."
Harry looked up in surprise. "Pardon?"
"Neither of us has actually said it. You have to have sex with him." Ron prompted his friend.
"I want to have sex with him." Harry repeated.
"What?" The surprise and tinge of triumph in Ron's voice.
"What?"
"You said wanted!" He insisted.
Harry's mouth dropped open. "I did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Freudian slip." A quiet voice sounded from behind them. Harry's head snapped up.
"Hermione!" The girl looked very uncomfortable, shuffling her feet.
"Hi, Harry, Ron." She nodded at both of them, as if uncertain whether to smile.
Harry took a deep breath and stood up. He took both her hands in an uncharacteristic gesture of sentimentality. "I accept your apology, do you still want to be friends?"
Hermione sighed. Not a sad sigh, mind you, a relieved one. A happy one.
Her arms flew around Harry in a tight hug. "Of course." She whispered, her voice choked up and tears threatening to spill. Hermione tore herself away and fled up the stairs. The two boys heard a sob before the slamming of a door.
"You sure that was Hermione?" Ron said, confused. Too confused to be angry.
Harry just grinned dumbly.
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Harry was happy. Pure, simple happiness was exactly what he was feeling right at that moment. He hadn't heard a peep from Hermione since earlier, but he knew it must've taken a lot of pride to do what she did, and Harry was proud of his friend. Now, he frowned, all he had to do was figure out what to do about the 'sex' thing.
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Remus kissed his lover gently, minding the split lip. "You know, you should really go to Pomfrey." He smiled slightly at the wince from Sirius.
"She hates me!" No one could forget Madame Pomfrey's face whenever Sirius walked into a room.
"Pomfrey doesn't hate you, she just doesn't like you when you're sick, you're a crap patient." Sirius whined. He moaned. Demanded service to the point of slavery. Resorted to physical violence. Couldn't sleep. Argued. Didn't take his potions. A royal pain in the arse.
"Not for you I'm not." Sirius argued.
"Only because I give you sex." He poked at the man's bruised ribs.
"Good sex." A wink suggested much more.
"I should hope so."
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Snape was still in a cold mood from visiting Lucius. He wasn't sure what to think. The man seemed to be regretful and indifferent at the same time, managing to sound innocent all the while being on the shady side, the gray side. Albus vouched for him and the old man's judgment was close to impeccable. Close.
He stepped into his own chambers, usually unoccupied, the recently acquired inhabitant sat on his own couch, reading his own book. Severus sighed inwardly. He supposed this was inevitable. Sharing. Though he hadn't had any particular reason to before now. Living by himself, socializing at a minimum, no 'one-night-stands' from which stemmed illegitimite children (probably less than he could say about Lucius)and absolutely no committed relationships.
The black mop of hair was the only thing Severus could see. Similar to the boy's father. Harry's father. James Potter. Bastard.
Harry hadn't noticed him. Not very observant, Snape sneered to himself. But then, what had he to fear in here, Severus himself? Not anymore. And the man had to admit, his wards were more than sufficient to keep any of Voldemort's lackeys away. Although it didn't seem to be enough to keep Albus and Minerva out, they commended the protections though, admitting they were intimidating. They were enough to keep nosy children out. Not too dissimilar to Death Eaters.
So quiet. For a child. What was he reading? Quidditch probably.
"Hello, Professor Snape." Severus almost jumped. Just almost.
"Potter." He nodded before realizing Harry couldn't see him. The professor crossed the room to sit on the chair opposite the other wizard.
Quidditch Through The Ages. Snape couldn't help but let out a short laugh.
"May I inquire as to how many times you have read that book?"
Without looking up Harry replied. "May I inquire as to how you came to own it?"
Severus could have been offended at the rather spot-on mimic, but chose, instead, to ignore it. That was a story that could be better buried.
There was a large empty silence. It wasn't until Severus let out a whooshing sigh did Harry look up. An accusing cry sounded seconds later. "You washed your hair!"
Snape tensed. "It was of better use in my occupation unwashed, but yes, I thought that in the current..." He floundered (not that Snapes flounder) for a word. "...situation, it was appropriate."
An eyebrow was raised. "Are you trying to 'woo' me, Severus?" The way the boy said it made a slight flush rise to Severus' cheeks. It made him feel like a perverted, dirty old man. The truth hurts, he told himself harshly. It was a step.
"Could there be any harm in it?" Notice the careful lack of answer, all the while falling into an answer with the use of a not-so-subtle question.
"I might go to bed." Was the abrupt reply, though Severus could've sworn he'd sensed the faintest tinge of amusement.
As the door to the bedroom closed, the potions master leaned back. That was one of the most surreal ten minutes of his life. The loose banter was unfamiliar, though not unpleasant. And a tingly feeling ran through his finger tips.
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Harry could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as he walked away. The young man couldn't quite place a word for the feeling. Embarrassed? Not really. Offended? Definitely not. Aroused? Of course not. Really.
He sat down on the bed. Harry was confused. All of a sudden this whole messed up situation wasn't as bad. It wasn't life and death. Or living hell. Or even traumatizing. In fact, it was almost... nice.
When Harry calmed down and thought about it all, taking it in stride, he wondered if it wasn't quite a good thing. Severus was his soulmate. Soulmate. You couldn't just give that up. A once in a lifetime opportunity. He wasn't likely to get the same thing with some guy he'd meet later on. Or with the deliciously hot Seamus. Sex? Sure. But a soulmate? No.
And yeah, his Potions Professor was sexy. And Harry couldn't wait to get a good look at his arse. That didn't mean anything, did it? Did it?
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Severus worried he was beginning to get comfortable with the invasion of his personal space. His area. Sharing his privacy with a student. Harry Potter. A sixteen year old boy. A raging ball of uncontrollable hormones. A virgin. Severus noticed the complete change of subject and wondered if he wasn't a raging ball of hormones himself. He hadn't thought about sex this often since he was sixteen himself. Maybe it was the damn connection.
When Severus thought of what he and Harry would do in five days time, he couldn't help but think of a portrait of debauchery. Wanton sluts and all that. And he had even gone as far as to properly wash his hair after making potions, which was a pain, that being the reason he had stopped since he was a bachelor with no particular need to look 'pretty'.
Severus Snape wondered if he would ever actually like his partner enough to love him. And he came to the conclusion that yes, maybe he would.
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Lucius lay in his four poster bed, next to his wife who had long ago succumbed to sleep, hidden somewhere in the dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his eyes closed but by no means was he asleep. Madame Pomfrey had given him several potions that made him feel slightly off balance, though none had managed to make him sleep. He had a lot to worry about now, no more than before, true. Lucius had been on rocky ground with his old master for the past year. His son was due for initiation this year and, despite the child's obvious eagerness, under no circumstances was Draco going to become a slave.
"Fuck loyalty," The traitor proclaimed, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the tone when his wife was quiet next to him. "Fuck pure-blood superiority. Fuck Voldemort." Lucius was not often one for unsavoury language but it seemed uncannily appropriate. A shiver had passed his spine at the word 'Voldemort'. He was not a fearful man, not superstitious, not flamboyant, not showy or flashy. Occasionally stupid, never rash, good strategist, he thought things over. He'd thought about changing sides in this ridiculous war for over seven years. And he'd not yet decided whether he'd made the right decision.
Narcissa was on the bed next to him, her body tense. Lucius wanted to ask if it was good. Cruel of him. It wasn't her fault her husband was a bastard who let other men fuck his wife. Lucius stared at his wife's bare back. He was a bastard. A downright bastard.
He heard a noise. It took him more than a minute to realize what it was. She was crying. His beautiful Narcissa. She hadn't cried in front of him since they were in school. She was a strong woman, stronger than any Lucius had ever known. It was what had attracted him to her in the first place. Her attitude amongst the rest of Slytherin house was like a beacon of light in a dark one-way tunnel. So he'd made her his wife. And he'd contaminated her for life. Damned her, he supposed.
She was perfect, a sensitive lover, a natural organizer, a prize wife and an amazing mother. Narcissa wasn't heartless, however icily beautiful and sometimes untouchable she looked, even to him. What he'd forced on her was unforgivable.
That was when he'd decided he was sick of high society, of being a mindless slave, and sick of being a complete bastard. At that moment Lucius had stood up and begun to pack a trunk, not asking his house-elves to do it for him, this was something that had to be pick and choose, something house-elves had no ability to do.
At two in the morning he'd stormed through the house, deciding what was important, took ten minutes through Draco's bedroom, taking anything that was of true value to his son. Narcissa had not asked what he was doing. She already knew. Lucius knew just how much he loved her that night, more than the first night they'd been together. And they'd left for Hogwarts.
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End of Chapter 10.
I tried really hard to make this quite long, which is why it's taken a while (and because I'm lazy, can't stress it enough). Hope you enjoyed it, I'd love some suggestions for later chapters, things you want to see happening.
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Sorry about the huge wait.
Thanks to: Silver-Entrantress-Elf, Amanda Saitou, Tornado, kestral-girl, anny108, lee23, nikki675, Enide-Kant-BlackBlueFox, wintermoon2, Professor Potter-Malfoy, Shortshape, Kateri1, Alynna Lis Eachann (I can't get graphic), xikum, emmapotty, Chantelli (peace offering accepted), Serpent of Light, Nation El-Diablo, HecateDeMort, thesecretcharacter, penny, Lady Darkness13, Kodoku, DaughterofDeath, Jimaine, Elven Warrior1, REW, Lady Lightening, risi, ataraxis, Lunakat04, Starr Light1, c[R]ud[E]dly, Laura, linninfields and athenakitty (Snape is weakening already!).
Wow, it's amazing how many people like this fic, I'm really flattered by it all!
Thanks a lot to my beta reader, Sepia, too!
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Unwanted or Improper - Chapter 10
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Woo: To seek the affection of with intent to romance.
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"Lucius." He nodded curtly. Seeing the man looking less than perfect bothered him. Lucius looked like he hadn't slept in days. He most likely hadn't.
"Severus? What- Why- Oh." Albus had not told him. Lucius was not a stupid man, he never had been.
"Are you doing this for Draco?" Snape knew that even in choosing such a fate one could not wish on his son, his own flesh and blood. His friend may have been viewed as less than human, but the man was just as human and conscience burdened as the rest of this forsaken world.
"Somewhat." There was a spark of indifference in the Malfoy's voice, fake, if anyone cared to look.
"Don't play dumb with me; it won't help your case." If there was one thing Severus had no patience for, it was useless answers, and Lucius was adept at giving them.
"I did it for Draco, but not only for him, for Narcissa too."
"Voldemort has a fondness for other people's wives." It was not unknown, Nott's wife had certainly been a favourite, not pleasant for her or her husband. Death Eaters sat by and watched with furious eyes as their partner was chosen by their Lord. A few were honored, but they had their own reasons, some not married willingly.
"Your betrayal comes as somewhat of a surprise, what ridiculously human excuses do you have?" How very Lucius.
"Never had the stomach for it."
The Malfoy let out a soft but sad laugh. "One day you'll have to tell me the truth you know."
One day was a long way away and Severus was in no telling mood. Why he had made such a life-changing decision was not to be advertised. It cheapened it really. That moment was a revolution in his world. Snape settled with a smirk. "Not if you're dead."
All mirth disappeared. "No, my friend, not if I happen to be dead."
Uncharacteristic resignation coloured his tone.
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"Ron, I'm beginning to worry that I might- well- that I might actually... like him."
"I suppose that's a good thing though?" Ron's expression was thoughtful.
"How's the hell's that?" Harry was in a truly foul mood. He'd already had his share of bad luck this morning. Malfoy had socked him in the jaw before breakfast and he was putting off the visit to Pomfrey. Harry hadn't even seen it coming, took him completely by surprise. After breakfast Hermione had tried to apologize, he'd shaken her off with harsh words, his jaw aching and head throbbing. Only after she'd fled had he realized what she'd been trying to do. First class was Double Potions; Harry had lost a total of zero points and received no detentions. He would've thought the Professor was totally ignoring him until he noticed the masked looks sent his way. Severus' eyes were burnt into the back of his mind. What was worse, Harry was calling the man 'Severus' without even thinking about it. This was a bad morning and it was not improving.
"Well, it's a good thing if you like him since you have to... you know." Ron blushed.
"I know. I'm a virgin Ron, and he's going to be my, well, first..." His first ever.
"Oh. What about-"
"Cho?" Like he even needed to ask. Cho was a dead end.
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Don't you think I would've told you? She cried when I kissed her! What do you think would've happened if I'd- well, you know."
There was a long silence. Harry thought he should say something.
Ron got there first. "Have you decided when?"
"No, we haven't talked about it." Harry hadn't wanted to talk about it, he never raised the subject in fear of encouraging Snape to get technical. The boy didn't want to admit it, but he wanted to lose is virginity with a bang, a night to remember. Candles, roses, smelly stuff, the works! He sighed. It was awfully girlish.
"Sex."
Harry looked up in surprise. "Pardon?"
"Neither of us has actually said it. You have to have sex with him." Ron prompted his friend.
"I want to have sex with him." Harry repeated.
"What?" The surprise and tinge of triumph in Ron's voice.
"What?"
"You said wanted!" He insisted.
Harry's mouth dropped open. "I did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Freudian slip." A quiet voice sounded from behind them. Harry's head snapped up.
"Hermione!" The girl looked very uncomfortable, shuffling her feet.
"Hi, Harry, Ron." She nodded at both of them, as if uncertain whether to smile.
Harry took a deep breath and stood up. He took both her hands in an uncharacteristic gesture of sentimentality. "I accept your apology, do you still want to be friends?"
Hermione sighed. Not a sad sigh, mind you, a relieved one. A happy one.
Her arms flew around Harry in a tight hug. "Of course." She whispered, her voice choked up and tears threatening to spill. Hermione tore herself away and fled up the stairs. The two boys heard a sob before the slamming of a door.
"You sure that was Hermione?" Ron said, confused. Too confused to be angry.
Harry just grinned dumbly.
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Harry was happy. Pure, simple happiness was exactly what he was feeling right at that moment. He hadn't heard a peep from Hermione since earlier, but he knew it must've taken a lot of pride to do what she did, and Harry was proud of his friend. Now, he frowned, all he had to do was figure out what to do about the 'sex' thing.
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Remus kissed his lover gently, minding the split lip. "You know, you should really go to Pomfrey." He smiled slightly at the wince from Sirius.
"She hates me!" No one could forget Madame Pomfrey's face whenever Sirius walked into a room.
"Pomfrey doesn't hate you, she just doesn't like you when you're sick, you're a crap patient." Sirius whined. He moaned. Demanded service to the point of slavery. Resorted to physical violence. Couldn't sleep. Argued. Didn't take his potions. A royal pain in the arse.
"Not for you I'm not." Sirius argued.
"Only because I give you sex." He poked at the man's bruised ribs.
"Good sex." A wink suggested much more.
"I should hope so."
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Snape was still in a cold mood from visiting Lucius. He wasn't sure what to think. The man seemed to be regretful and indifferent at the same time, managing to sound innocent all the while being on the shady side, the gray side. Albus vouched for him and the old man's judgment was close to impeccable. Close.
He stepped into his own chambers, usually unoccupied, the recently acquired inhabitant sat on his own couch, reading his own book. Severus sighed inwardly. He supposed this was inevitable. Sharing. Though he hadn't had any particular reason to before now. Living by himself, socializing at a minimum, no 'one-night-stands' from which stemmed illegitimite children (probably less than he could say about Lucius)and absolutely no committed relationships.
The black mop of hair was the only thing Severus could see. Similar to the boy's father. Harry's father. James Potter. Bastard.
Harry hadn't noticed him. Not very observant, Snape sneered to himself. But then, what had he to fear in here, Severus himself? Not anymore. And the man had to admit, his wards were more than sufficient to keep any of Voldemort's lackeys away. Although it didn't seem to be enough to keep Albus and Minerva out, they commended the protections though, admitting they were intimidating. They were enough to keep nosy children out. Not too dissimilar to Death Eaters.
So quiet. For a child. What was he reading? Quidditch probably.
"Hello, Professor Snape." Severus almost jumped. Just almost.
"Potter." He nodded before realizing Harry couldn't see him. The professor crossed the room to sit on the chair opposite the other wizard.
Quidditch Through The Ages. Snape couldn't help but let out a short laugh.
"May I inquire as to how many times you have read that book?"
Without looking up Harry replied. "May I inquire as to how you came to own it?"
Severus could have been offended at the rather spot-on mimic, but chose, instead, to ignore it. That was a story that could be better buried.
There was a large empty silence. It wasn't until Severus let out a whooshing sigh did Harry look up. An accusing cry sounded seconds later. "You washed your hair!"
Snape tensed. "It was of better use in my occupation unwashed, but yes, I thought that in the current..." He floundered (not that Snapes flounder) for a word. "...situation, it was appropriate."
An eyebrow was raised. "Are you trying to 'woo' me, Severus?" The way the boy said it made a slight flush rise to Severus' cheeks. It made him feel like a perverted, dirty old man. The truth hurts, he told himself harshly. It was a step.
"Could there be any harm in it?" Notice the careful lack of answer, all the while falling into an answer with the use of a not-so-subtle question.
"I might go to bed." Was the abrupt reply, though Severus could've sworn he'd sensed the faintest tinge of amusement.
As the door to the bedroom closed, the potions master leaned back. That was one of the most surreal ten minutes of his life. The loose banter was unfamiliar, though not unpleasant. And a tingly feeling ran through his finger tips.
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Harry could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as he walked away. The young man couldn't quite place a word for the feeling. Embarrassed? Not really. Offended? Definitely not. Aroused? Of course not. Really.
He sat down on the bed. Harry was confused. All of a sudden this whole messed up situation wasn't as bad. It wasn't life and death. Or living hell. Or even traumatizing. In fact, it was almost... nice.
When Harry calmed down and thought about it all, taking it in stride, he wondered if it wasn't quite a good thing. Severus was his soulmate. Soulmate. You couldn't just give that up. A once in a lifetime opportunity. He wasn't likely to get the same thing with some guy he'd meet later on. Or with the deliciously hot Seamus. Sex? Sure. But a soulmate? No.
And yeah, his Potions Professor was sexy. And Harry couldn't wait to get a good look at his arse. That didn't mean anything, did it? Did it?
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Severus worried he was beginning to get comfortable with the invasion of his personal space. His area. Sharing his privacy with a student. Harry Potter. A sixteen year old boy. A raging ball of uncontrollable hormones. A virgin. Severus noticed the complete change of subject and wondered if he wasn't a raging ball of hormones himself. He hadn't thought about sex this often since he was sixteen himself. Maybe it was the damn connection.
When Severus thought of what he and Harry would do in five days time, he couldn't help but think of a portrait of debauchery. Wanton sluts and all that. And he had even gone as far as to properly wash his hair after making potions, which was a pain, that being the reason he had stopped since he was a bachelor with no particular need to look 'pretty'.
Severus Snape wondered if he would ever actually like his partner enough to love him. And he came to the conclusion that yes, maybe he would.
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Lucius lay in his four poster bed, next to his wife who had long ago succumbed to sleep, hidden somewhere in the dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his eyes closed but by no means was he asleep. Madame Pomfrey had given him several potions that made him feel slightly off balance, though none had managed to make him sleep. He had a lot to worry about now, no more than before, true. Lucius had been on rocky ground with his old master for the past year. His son was due for initiation this year and, despite the child's obvious eagerness, under no circumstances was Draco going to become a slave.
"Fuck loyalty," The traitor proclaimed, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the tone when his wife was quiet next to him. "Fuck pure-blood superiority. Fuck Voldemort." Lucius was not often one for unsavoury language but it seemed uncannily appropriate. A shiver had passed his spine at the word 'Voldemort'. He was not a fearful man, not superstitious, not flamboyant, not showy or flashy. Occasionally stupid, never rash, good strategist, he thought things over. He'd thought about changing sides in this ridiculous war for over seven years. And he'd not yet decided whether he'd made the right decision.
Narcissa was on the bed next to him, her body tense. Lucius wanted to ask if it was good. Cruel of him. It wasn't her fault her husband was a bastard who let other men fuck his wife. Lucius stared at his wife's bare back. He was a bastard. A downright bastard.
He heard a noise. It took him more than a minute to realize what it was. She was crying. His beautiful Narcissa. She hadn't cried in front of him since they were in school. She was a strong woman, stronger than any Lucius had ever known. It was what had attracted him to her in the first place. Her attitude amongst the rest of Slytherin house was like a beacon of light in a dark one-way tunnel. So he'd made her his wife. And he'd contaminated her for life. Damned her, he supposed.
She was perfect, a sensitive lover, a natural organizer, a prize wife and an amazing mother. Narcissa wasn't heartless, however icily beautiful and sometimes untouchable she looked, even to him. What he'd forced on her was unforgivable.
That was when he'd decided he was sick of high society, of being a mindless slave, and sick of being a complete bastard. At that moment Lucius had stood up and begun to pack a trunk, not asking his house-elves to do it for him, this was something that had to be pick and choose, something house-elves had no ability to do.
At two in the morning he'd stormed through the house, deciding what was important, took ten minutes through Draco's bedroom, taking anything that was of true value to his son. Narcissa had not asked what he was doing. She already knew. Lucius knew just how much he loved her that night, more than the first night they'd been together. And they'd left for Hogwarts.
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End of Chapter 10.
I tried really hard to make this quite long, which is why it's taken a while (and because I'm lazy, can't stress it enough). Hope you enjoyed it, I'd love some suggestions for later chapters, things you want to see happening.