Mingling
Severus inclined his head politely to the professor who had so recently been talking his ear off about an advancement made in his field ten years ago, sliding sideways as the man wandered away, probably to find someone else to whom he could tell the story.
There was a gentle touch at the small of his back, and Severus stiffened - for one thing, he hadn't sensed anyone behind him.
"Mine." Lucius growled possessively, his hand sliding around to press against Severus' chest, pulling him back.
Severus fought the urge to chuckle. The very idea of the future Lord Malfoy being so-
"Lucius!" Severus hissed, as the slim hand began fiddling with his buttons. Taking a wary half-step away, he turned to face Lucius, trying to keep a stern expression.
Lucius pouted - not that Severus had any intention of telling him that was what it looked like when he wore that expression - but obeyed, hands falling away.
Severus took a deep breath, forcing his hand back down by his side when he was about to indulge habit and pinch the bridge of his nose. Lucius took advantage and caught his hand, stepping closer again, and pulled Severus into a light kiss.
~Fin~
Day Seven of the NaNo-esque fanfiction project. . . So far I am at 25,800 words. (Possibly my friends were right to disbelieve me when I said I was not going for 100k this month, unlike . . . every NaNoWriMo since my second.)
