Lucius had been surprised at how eager his House elf Dobby had been to see his son. Even after the blond man had struck him across the head a few times with his cane, the House elf still stood his ground.
"Dobby would like to see young Master Malfoy…" He said, whimpering as Lucius struck him for the sixth time.
Lucius rolled his eyes, if the House elf was so attached to his son, then it might be good to bring him. He'd never seen such tenacity in a House elf, Draco must have gotten the elf to be quite fond of him.
His carriage brought them to the front doors of Hogwarts, though he had come to Hogwarts on official business, he knew there was a small stop he wished to make while on the grounds. Lucius walked up to the office of Dumbledore, the man already expecting him. With a wave Lucius dismissed Dobby, who would inevitably find his beloved Draco.
"Ah, Lucius. It is so nice to see you, lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked, with that creepy twinkle in his eye.
Lucius declined, "eh… No I'd rather not. Dumbledore you've called me here about my son?"
"Ah… yes, it seems he has been telling people nonsense about him being the Heir to Slytherin. I would not normally ask this, but please do tell him to tone it down a bit."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Really Dumbledore, you've brought me all the way down here for such an odd request? Why not tell the boy yourself? He is a good student, he'd listen if you asked him such a small request."
Dumbledore smiled, "Perhaps, but Draco is not the only matter I wish to discuss with you."
Lucius's face turned stone cold, "What do we have to talk about, if not my son."
"It has come to my attention that you have been selling some of your possessions. Let us not pretend, you have had your hand in the Dark Lord's dealing before. Did he ask you to keep anything? Something that you may now, want to get rid of?"
Lucius looked surprised at his old headmaster, then chuckled. "Well now Dumbledore, I dare say I've never known you to be so forward." He thinks to himself for a moment, actually considering giving up the few items Lord Voldemort had stored with him. A cheer resounded outside and Lucius could see the game of Quidditch had begun. He went to the window, watching the smallest green figure, presumably his son, racing around the field.
A flash of Voldemort touching his son, killing him in some horrible mutilating way… or worse letting the pedophile Greyback have him. He shook his head, "I haven't the faintest idea what your talking about, I've never been a death eater. And I would hardly harbor goods that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would have given me. I am a ministry worker, how could I go about breaking such a law?"
Dumbledore seemed disappointed, but nodded his head. "Ah… my mistake Lucius. Sorry for bringing you all the way out here." Dumbledore popped a sweet into his mouth, allowing Lucius to get up, but before the other man made it to the door, Dumbledore called. "Please give my regards to Severus, I'm sure you two will be… catching up."
Maybe it was true, that nothing ever got passed Dumbledore. Maybe it was that Dumbledore knew their history during their years as students. Or maybe, Dumbledore knew nothing, and only wanted to be civil to Lucius. Either way it put an infectious feeling of disgust that seemed to travel all through the blond's body.
"humph… yes… I shall." Lucius left the room, he would need to attend to one last thing before he could truly meet with his lover. He traveled down to the abandoned bathroom, the one he knew Moaning Myrtle resided in. He touched the bathroom mirror, looking around for any sign of the Chamber. The Book should have opened it, but as he looked around he didn't see any sign of it. When he had been in school he had heard this would have been the entryway, but he had never been able to find it. If he could just get to the secrets he could find a way to protect his family, from what he was sure would be the rise of the dark lord, or at least some one similar.
After almost an hour of searching he finally stopped, hearing Myrtle coming through the bathroom's plumbing. He walked out, a sneer on his face. The plan should have worked by now.
As Lucius made his way down to the dungeons he passed by the famed Gilderoy Lockhart, he stopped Lucius. "Ah! Mr. Malfoy! What brings you to the school?"
Lucius glared, but faked a smile. "I came to check on my boy, I hear he's doing well."
Gilderoy seemed to not totally believe Lucius, but nodded and went on his way. "Well, don't let me keep you." Before Lucius left, Gilderoy looked out of one of the windows. Indeed Lucius was heading towards the dungeons, but his son was outside. Gilderoy smiled to himself, wondering just WHO Lucius was really visiting.
Severus had no idea who would be in his office, but he scowled at the open door. Had someone tried to break in? Severus rushed in, to see a man in his chair, with a soft smirk. Severus felt his body become light, fearing it was a dream he practically jumped into Malfoy's arms.
"Ah… Severus, it is always nice to see you." Lucius kissed the black haired man, their noses bumping into each other as they locked lips. Lucius's hand ripped open Snape's robes, popping a few buttons as he snaked his hands to the vest inside. Severus wrapped his arms around Lucius, putting one leg on his desk, his wand motioning to close and lock the door.
Lucius ripped the cloak off the other man, letting the black robes pool in his lap. He smirked, pulling the twine at the man's vest, revealing skin as he did so. Severus's hand curled into Malfoy's hair, threading with the blond silk. Suddenly Severus found himself laying on his own desk, homework being thrown aside as Lucius ripped open his vest. The blond bit his lip as he looked down to the soft pale chest. Severus was by no means fit, or thin, but he wasn't chubby either. It was obvious the man didn't work out, or cut down on sweets, but he was naturally skinny. Lucius bent down and kissed the chest he missed so much, his tongue running up it as he met Severus's eyes.
With experienced hands, Severus unbuckled Lucius's belt, smiling when there was a satisfying click as the metal his the floor. Lucius called for his wand, and swept it across both of them, all the cloth disappearing from their persons. He touched the wand to Severus, holding it against the other man's neck.
"You know what you need to do." Lucius spoke, not missing the satisfied look from Severus. "Like we did in MY office."
Severus was more then happy to go down on Lucius, servicing the Malfoy in a way the man's wife never would. It made him feel powerful, and attractive. Lucius would always take Severus's head in his hands, put another hand on the Potion Professor's shoulder, and grunt out words of encouragement. Severus had had fifteen years of practice to make the man writhe in pleasure beneath him. Not much longer Lucius emptied himself in the eager mouth, chuckling to himself as knew the other was finishing his meal.
"Get on the desk… this room better be sound proof… or we might get in trouble." Lucius sneered, looking down at Severus spreading himself, his chest pushed down on the desk, ass in the air waiting for Lucius. He felt the man's wand travel down his back as Lucius summoned something to both loosen and moisturize him in the most delicate of areas. He let out a shuddered moan, as the snake like creation pressed deeper inside him.
Lucius licked his lips, he would make Severus take him completely… the black haired man calling out as Lucius filled him. "Lucius! Lucius!" The cries were full of hoarse desire, and the blond had to stifle his own release, willing himself to keep going.
Eventually they both were laying in the Potion Master's bed, Lucius rubbing the soft greasy hair as he relaxed in the pillows.
Severus snuggled close to the man, not having many opportunities to truly be close to the man. Lucius smiled down at him, remembering the days of their youth, and how such a small act of sleeping in the same bed had been so easy for them. Severus looked up into the blue-grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy, silently pleading with the older man.
"I will stay with you tonight, Severus…" Lucius smiled as he said so, knowing the happiness he felt, would be far surpassed by the other's joy.
"Lucius… I've missed you." Severus whispered, and feeling a bit encouraged, kissed the man. "I love you, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius was obviously taken by surprise from the sudden confession, one they didn't share often. "I will always love you, Snape." With that Lucius gave something of a blush, but buried it away when he flipped Severus on his back, "enough of this."
That night Severus didn't get any sleep, he knew that he would be aching in the morning, but he allowed just about anything, only for Lucius Malfoy. In the morning they had a house elf bring food to Snape's door, sharing a hot meal in the large bed.
Draco hadn't slept much last night, either, as his thoughts always brought him back to Harry crashing to the ground. He would wake up suddenly, Harry crumpled dead at his feet until he opened his eyes.
He stayed in his room, trying to get a bit of rest while his roommates went down to breakfast. All of a sudden there was a loud CRACK, and Draco opened his eyes to the sight of Dobby. Dobby looked ill, like he'd been punishing himself more and more while Draco was away.
Draco called out, "Dobby?"
"Dobby has to be quick sir," He looked around, as if afraid to be summoned. "Dobby must tell Mr. Malfoy… Stop this friendship with Harry Potter! You can't be friends with Harry Potter! You mustn't you mustn't! Mr. Malfoy must stay away! Oh! You must stay away sir!"
Draco flew towards Dobby his fist ready to hit the house elf. "Dobby! Shut up!"
"Harry Potter can never be your friend sir!" Dobby squeaked out as Draco smacked him. "You must stay- ah!- away-oh!-Sir!"
Draco dropped the elf, shaking his head, "Leave me alone Dobby, have you come all this way just to mock me?"
Dobby pleaded at Draco's feet, "Not mock sir! Dobby wouldn't mock!"
Draco looked down at Dobby feeling tears in his eyes as he looked down at the pathetic creature. "Go home Dobby." and with a Crack Dobby disappeared.