Ill-fated Obsession
Chapter One
"I hope you will not disappoint me this term, Lucius," said the Senior Malfoy, leaning on his cane in the velvet seat of the carriage.
"Of course not, Father," muttered Lucius dutifully.
"You are in your final year. Make this year one to be proud of, one you can look back at in years to come with a sense of well done. This is your last year to prove to me that you are worth all the things that have been bestowed on you."
"Yes, Father." Lucius was bored; his Father had been continuing in this vein for nearly half an hour. Thankfully, they were nearly at Hogwarts; he had already seen the castle in the distance. Soon he would be among his friends, and away from the mundane existence that was his life at home. Soon it would be time to play on the Gryffindor's, to conduct private research, and other delights once he was gone from his Fathers' watchful eyes.
"Remember you did not make Head Boy. You will have to prove yourself to me."
"Yes Father," said Lucius, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
His Father stared at him. Lucius was too headstrong, never thought about the consequences of his actions; a trait that could well lead to his downfall.
Hid Mother stared impassively out of the window. Lucius couldn't understand why she'd even bothered to come along, as she hadn't spoken a word since they'd left the manor. He quested, "Mother?"
She ignored him. She probably didn't even hear him; after being married to his Father for so many years she'd developed an admirable tendency to tune out all things save those she wanted to hear. Maybe Father had made her come along.
"We're here, Lucius. Gather your things," the elder man said. The carriage came to a halt, directly at the front of the main entrance. Lucius stepped lightly out of the carriage, and was followed more sedately by his elder. The boy could not help but grin when he saw the familiar sight that met his eyes; he'd been waiting all summer for this.
His Father cast a levitation spell, transporting his luggage to where the others were. He turned to his son. "Remember what I said. Do not disappoint me."
"Goodbye, Father," Lucius said, almost humorously, as he considered how infernal all of this was. He quickly reached up and kissed his mother before the carriage moved off, and he thought he saw a flicker of a smile on her face, before it began to move and he had to quickly move back onto the ground. As he watched it move off into the distance, he allowed himself a wide grin. He was free again.
He quickly moved into the entrance of the main building, and headed for the Great Hall. Severus was already there, with a seat saved for him, although he had not spotted the other boy yet. He was engaged in a half-hearted conversation with Rosier; but he didn't hide his discomfort very well. Lucius smirked. The only person Severus ever felt truly comfortable with was him.
He arrived at the table, and Severus smiled at him. Greetings were exchanged, news were discussed, as they waited for the Sorting. Lucius noted the members of their clique; Crabbe, Goyle, Rosier, Lestrange, Nott.
The Sorting began. Nine new Slytherins joined the ranks, and before long, the students were trooping up to their respective houses, bellies full after eating far too much food at the feast. Now they were in seventh year, they had separate rooms, instead of dormitories. Naturally, Lucius had the finest. He could always afford the best.
It was not long before Severus came in. He half-smiled at his friend, and shifted awkwardly. He didn't care to remember the last time he and Lucius had been in a room alone together. Some things were better left unsaid, and Severus simply wasn't ready for that sort of progression. He wondered whether, this term, Lucius would take any notice.
"So how are you really, dear Sev? Away from all the prying eyes, how really was your summer?" he asked casually.
"Fine. I was taught numerous new curses and hexes, if you're interested. I didn't see much of my sister; she's married now, and hardly ever visits the manor."
"You're close to her, aren't you?"
"Yes. I miss her."
"Enough of this talk." Lucius walked over to his friend and embraced him. Leaning back, he studied his friend's face, and leaned in to kiss him lightly. "Tell me, have you thought on what I said to you at the end of last year?"
"Truly, I have thought of that many times. I don't know Lucius, I'm not sure I want that. Please don't be offended with me; I know how easily I can ruffle your pride."
Lucius stepped back and turned away. Making himself busy with arranging things in his desk, he said quietly, "I was hoping you would think it was a good idea. For god's sake, Severus, we're closer than brothers. Why shouldn't our relationship progress?"
"Because I do think of you as a brother. Not a lover."
Lucius turned to face him, eyes flashing. Striding over, he grabbed his friend and pulled him close to him. "Are you saying, that you don't want to make me happy? Are you saying that you've had enough of being my friend? I want you, Severus. Let me have you," he said, before roughly closing his lips on the others. Severus forced himself not to respond, in the hope that Lucius would tire of this game and move away. He could tell that Lucius was desperate, for he had probably not had anyone in the entire holiday. Eventually he did, and he shoved Severus away. "You're useless," he muttered. He swiftly walked out, leaving Severus alone in his room.
He sighed. Lucius could be incredibly persistent when he wanted, and the more he denied him, the more he would probably pursue. He had hoped that Lucius would have forgotten about his proposal, and found someone else to relive himself with. But, typical Lucius, he had simply become more obstinate. Severus cursed, as he made his way after Lucius.
He wasn't in the common room, and so Severus went down to the library, to see if Lucius had gone there. At first he could not find him, but didn't really have time to look, as he was accosted by a group of Gryffindor's coming into the room.
The Marauders. Potter, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew. The two leaders scowled at him, while Lupin looked away respectfully, not wanting to get involved. Pettigrew looked away also, and backed somewhat behind Black. Severus sneered. Quite the quartet!
"What are you doing here, Snape?" said Black, in a drawl that nearly matched Lucius's.
"Last time I checked, Gryffindor house did not extend its domain to the library. What my business is here is none of your concern," Severus snarled, before passing them swiftly. Where was Lucius? After going to the Kitchens, and another tour of the library, he headed back to the dungeons. Spotting Lestrange in the corner, he walked over to him. "Seen Lucius?"
"He went up with Rosier a minute ago. Looked pretty cosy," Lestrange smirked. Cursing, Severus went back up to his room. He supposed he should be glad, if Lucius had found someone else. But a part of him knew that Lucius was punishing him, for he could have anyone, and he knew how much Severus hated Rosier. Was he trying to make him jealous? Or was Rosier simply the first person he came across? He knew he'd find out soon enough. Lucius wasn't exactly discreet with his conquests.
Severus did his ablutions, and tried to go to sleep. After an hour, he considered making a quick sleeping potion, but realised he didn't have all the ingredients. Just when he was finally dropping off, Lucius came in through the door, swaying and reeking of alcohol.
"Are you awake?" he said loudly. Severus sat up in bed, and replied crossly, "Yes. What do you want?"
Lucius made his unsteady way over, and dropped onto the bed. "Don't be angry with me, Sev. It's only me. I'm sorry. Rosier wasn't enough for me, he wasn't you. Please don't turn me down, Sev. I need you," he slurred.
"What you need right now is a glass of water and a warm bed. Preferably your own," Severus whispered snottily. "You'll have a right head in the morning, and don't expect me to fix it for you like you always do. Now go."
His words seemed to penetrate Lucius's befuddled brain, and he looked at Severus sharply. "Now that's not very nice, now, is it?" he snapped. He looked down at himself. "I'm sleeping with you tonight."
"What makes you think I'll let you?"
Lucius sighed. "Oh please, Sev. It's first night back. I promise you, I'll restrain myself."
"I'm not having the scent of Rosier in my bed. If you want to sleep here tonight, then you've got to wash."
Lucius looked at him closely, before giving up on trying to focus. "Are you jealous?" he asked quietly.
"Is that what all this is about? You want me to be jealous, because you went with a poor excuse for a Slytherin called Rosier?"
"Admit it. You are."
Severus had had enough of playing games. "Fine, sleep here tonight. I'll go to your bed," he said finally, getting out of bed. Lucius said nothing, as he watched Severus walk outside the room. When he was alone, he let a small grin cover his face.
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Chapter One
"I hope you will not disappoint me this term, Lucius," said the Senior Malfoy, leaning on his cane in the velvet seat of the carriage.
"Of course not, Father," muttered Lucius dutifully.
"You are in your final year. Make this year one to be proud of, one you can look back at in years to come with a sense of well done. This is your last year to prove to me that you are worth all the things that have been bestowed on you."
"Yes, Father." Lucius was bored; his Father had been continuing in this vein for nearly half an hour. Thankfully, they were nearly at Hogwarts; he had already seen the castle in the distance. Soon he would be among his friends, and away from the mundane existence that was his life at home. Soon it would be time to play on the Gryffindor's, to conduct private research, and other delights once he was gone from his Fathers' watchful eyes.
"Remember you did not make Head Boy. You will have to prove yourself to me."
"Yes Father," said Lucius, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
His Father stared at him. Lucius was too headstrong, never thought about the consequences of his actions; a trait that could well lead to his downfall.
Hid Mother stared impassively out of the window. Lucius couldn't understand why she'd even bothered to come along, as she hadn't spoken a word since they'd left the manor. He quested, "Mother?"
She ignored him. She probably didn't even hear him; after being married to his Father for so many years she'd developed an admirable tendency to tune out all things save those she wanted to hear. Maybe Father had made her come along.
"We're here, Lucius. Gather your things," the elder man said. The carriage came to a halt, directly at the front of the main entrance. Lucius stepped lightly out of the carriage, and was followed more sedately by his elder. The boy could not help but grin when he saw the familiar sight that met his eyes; he'd been waiting all summer for this.
His Father cast a levitation spell, transporting his luggage to where the others were. He turned to his son. "Remember what I said. Do not disappoint me."
"Goodbye, Father," Lucius said, almost humorously, as he considered how infernal all of this was. He quickly reached up and kissed his mother before the carriage moved off, and he thought he saw a flicker of a smile on her face, before it began to move and he had to quickly move back onto the ground. As he watched it move off into the distance, he allowed himself a wide grin. He was free again.
He quickly moved into the entrance of the main building, and headed for the Great Hall. Severus was already there, with a seat saved for him, although he had not spotted the other boy yet. He was engaged in a half-hearted conversation with Rosier; but he didn't hide his discomfort very well. Lucius smirked. The only person Severus ever felt truly comfortable with was him.
He arrived at the table, and Severus smiled at him. Greetings were exchanged, news were discussed, as they waited for the Sorting. Lucius noted the members of their clique; Crabbe, Goyle, Rosier, Lestrange, Nott.
The Sorting began. Nine new Slytherins joined the ranks, and before long, the students were trooping up to their respective houses, bellies full after eating far too much food at the feast. Now they were in seventh year, they had separate rooms, instead of dormitories. Naturally, Lucius had the finest. He could always afford the best.
It was not long before Severus came in. He half-smiled at his friend, and shifted awkwardly. He didn't care to remember the last time he and Lucius had been in a room alone together. Some things were better left unsaid, and Severus simply wasn't ready for that sort of progression. He wondered whether, this term, Lucius would take any notice.
"So how are you really, dear Sev? Away from all the prying eyes, how really was your summer?" he asked casually.
"Fine. I was taught numerous new curses and hexes, if you're interested. I didn't see much of my sister; she's married now, and hardly ever visits the manor."
"You're close to her, aren't you?"
"Yes. I miss her."
"Enough of this talk." Lucius walked over to his friend and embraced him. Leaning back, he studied his friend's face, and leaned in to kiss him lightly. "Tell me, have you thought on what I said to you at the end of last year?"
"Truly, I have thought of that many times. I don't know Lucius, I'm not sure I want that. Please don't be offended with me; I know how easily I can ruffle your pride."
Lucius stepped back and turned away. Making himself busy with arranging things in his desk, he said quietly, "I was hoping you would think it was a good idea. For god's sake, Severus, we're closer than brothers. Why shouldn't our relationship progress?"
"Because I do think of you as a brother. Not a lover."
Lucius turned to face him, eyes flashing. Striding over, he grabbed his friend and pulled him close to him. "Are you saying, that you don't want to make me happy? Are you saying that you've had enough of being my friend? I want you, Severus. Let me have you," he said, before roughly closing his lips on the others. Severus forced himself not to respond, in the hope that Lucius would tire of this game and move away. He could tell that Lucius was desperate, for he had probably not had anyone in the entire holiday. Eventually he did, and he shoved Severus away. "You're useless," he muttered. He swiftly walked out, leaving Severus alone in his room.
He sighed. Lucius could be incredibly persistent when he wanted, and the more he denied him, the more he would probably pursue. He had hoped that Lucius would have forgotten about his proposal, and found someone else to relive himself with. But, typical Lucius, he had simply become more obstinate. Severus cursed, as he made his way after Lucius.
He wasn't in the common room, and so Severus went down to the library, to see if Lucius had gone there. At first he could not find him, but didn't really have time to look, as he was accosted by a group of Gryffindor's coming into the room.
The Marauders. Potter, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew. The two leaders scowled at him, while Lupin looked away respectfully, not wanting to get involved. Pettigrew looked away also, and backed somewhat behind Black. Severus sneered. Quite the quartet!
"What are you doing here, Snape?" said Black, in a drawl that nearly matched Lucius's.
"Last time I checked, Gryffindor house did not extend its domain to the library. What my business is here is none of your concern," Severus snarled, before passing them swiftly. Where was Lucius? After going to the Kitchens, and another tour of the library, he headed back to the dungeons. Spotting Lestrange in the corner, he walked over to him. "Seen Lucius?"
"He went up with Rosier a minute ago. Looked pretty cosy," Lestrange smirked. Cursing, Severus went back up to his room. He supposed he should be glad, if Lucius had found someone else. But a part of him knew that Lucius was punishing him, for he could have anyone, and he knew how much Severus hated Rosier. Was he trying to make him jealous? Or was Rosier simply the first person he came across? He knew he'd find out soon enough. Lucius wasn't exactly discreet with his conquests.
Severus did his ablutions, and tried to go to sleep. After an hour, he considered making a quick sleeping potion, but realised he didn't have all the ingredients. Just when he was finally dropping off, Lucius came in through the door, swaying and reeking of alcohol.
"Are you awake?" he said loudly. Severus sat up in bed, and replied crossly, "Yes. What do you want?"
Lucius made his unsteady way over, and dropped onto the bed. "Don't be angry with me, Sev. It's only me. I'm sorry. Rosier wasn't enough for me, he wasn't you. Please don't turn me down, Sev. I need you," he slurred.
"What you need right now is a glass of water and a warm bed. Preferably your own," Severus whispered snottily. "You'll have a right head in the morning, and don't expect me to fix it for you like you always do. Now go."
His words seemed to penetrate Lucius's befuddled brain, and he looked at Severus sharply. "Now that's not very nice, now, is it?" he snapped. He looked down at himself. "I'm sleeping with you tonight."
"What makes you think I'll let you?"
Lucius sighed. "Oh please, Sev. It's first night back. I promise you, I'll restrain myself."
"I'm not having the scent of Rosier in my bed. If you want to sleep here tonight, then you've got to wash."
Lucius looked at him closely, before giving up on trying to focus. "Are you jealous?" he asked quietly.
"Is that what all this is about? You want me to be jealous, because you went with a poor excuse for a Slytherin called Rosier?"
"Admit it. You are."
Severus had had enough of playing games. "Fine, sleep here tonight. I'll go to your bed," he said finally, getting out of bed. Lucius said nothing, as he watched Severus walk outside the room. When he was alone, he let a small grin cover his face.
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