Sev's Gang | By : RueRambunctious Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Lucius Views: 5169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“You are going to pay for that, Half-Blood!”
A cold, clear, precise voice broke through the imminent fight in the Slytherin common room. “Desist,” said the highly respected, blonde sixth year.
“I was just going to teach him his place-” began the antagonist in what he considered to be a reasonable and persuasive tone –a reasonable motive too, actually.
“His *place*, Macnair,” Lucius Malfoy said icily, “is currently above your own. Snape is *mine*.”
The previously silent Snape opened his mouth angrily. “I am no one’s, Malfoy!”
Lucius’ smile spread with no warm behind it. “Perhaps I should remind you, Half-Blood, that *everyone* in the vicinity is my *bitch* and they are privileged to be such. It is much worse, I expect, to be on the outside of my concern.”
Severus Snape’s lips pressed tightly together on the word ‘bitch’.
“Put your wand away,” Lucius said, before Severus had even fully pulled it out. “Macnair,” the blonde said, “go find someone constructive to terrorise. Preferably a loser in a red and gold scarf.”
Macnair’s frustrated face lightened and he left cheerfully enough to obey.
“Where are Avery and Wilkes, even the Lestranges?” Lucius demanded frostily. “No need to ask where Rosier is...”
“I don’t know,” Severus answered churlishly.
A prudent-to-heed warning flashed minutely across Lucius Malfoy’s silver-blue eyes. “You are only to be in public with a companion,” the sixth year growled to Severus alone.
“I have no need of a minder!” the young boy exclaimed angrily.
“Evidently you do!” Lucius retorted frostily.
“I am none of your concern!” Severus hissed.
Lucius took an intimidating step forwards. “You know that you are: for all the superficial, official and personal reasons. You will desist placing yourself in danger or you will find yourself hurt.”
“By yourself, Malfoy?” Severus retorted.
“I shall have no need to!” Lucius hissed back. “Your wand is quicker than most; but your wretched mouth is also.”
Severus clenched his fists and pushed one up to tightly pinch the bridge of his nose.
“Please just do as I ask, Severus,” Lucius said.
A dark expression crossed the youth’s face but he grunted in acknowledgement. At that moment the younger Lestrange boy appeared in the common room entrance. “Snape, you git!” Rabastian called. “Avery and Wilkes have had my brother and I searching everywhere for you!”
Severus snapped back a retort but paled marginally as he felt Lucius’ angry eyes on him. Instead of giving him an immediate tongue-lashing, Lucius turned to Rabastian and chided, “Decorum in the common room please. Use your indoor voice.”
“Oh... Sorry Malfoy,” Rabastian answered.
“You can tell the others that Severus is with me,” Lucius told Rabastian. “I’m going to have a talk with him.”
Rabastian’s annoyed look swiftly faded into a mix of regret and sympathy for the doubtlessly unfortunate Snape. Lestrange threw the boy a wide-eyed look that said, ‘I’m sorry for getting you into trouble with *him*!’ and darted away to relay Malfoy’s message.
Severus frowned down at his shoes.
“It seems you have had the boys searching the entire castle for you,” Lucius said coolly.
Severus’ head darted up. “Rabastian didn’t say that!” he protested.
Lucius’ stare silenced him. “You are aware that it is true.”
Severus closed his mouth before scowling and fiddling with his wand.
“You know better,” Lucius stated in a faux light voice.
Severus stopped fidgeting and looked up in reluctant obedience; he kept his hand on his wand but did not draw it. Lucius observed this but made no comment.
“To your dorm now please,” Lucius said.
Severus glanced at his wand then nodded stiffly. Lucius turned his back and began to walk towards the dormitories. Severus made no mention at this act of trust but loosened his grip on his wand.
Lucius let himself unreservedly into Severus’ dormitory and closed and warded the entrance behind the boy.
“Please sit,” Lucius said.
Severus glanced uncomfortably at his bed and perched himself on the trunk at its foot. Lucius took a pillow from the bed and transfigured it into a chair.
“You need to stop this,” Lucius said without preamble.
Severus gazed at the ceiling for a moment before flicking his eyes to Lucius. Gazing out from beneath lank hair he said, “Bite me.”
In a moment Lucius had crossed the short distance between them and despite Severus’ instantaneous snatch for his wand, Lucius had a grip on his wand hand and opposite shoulder and had pinned him against the footboard of the bed.
“Now don’t be troublesome Severus,” Lucius scolded. “We know you are highly talented in a number of nasty ways but I have the most experience and that currently still trumps you. If you continue to be such a pest I shall be forced to punish your misbehaviour.”
Severus flushed then, and not simply from anger.
Lucius observed it but simply continued, “You need to learn to control your impulses and stop trying to hex or hinder those who are attempting to help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” Severus growled. His entire body was stiff with anger under Lucius’ own.
“No of course you don’t,” Lucius retorted shortly. He arched one perfect brow at the frustrated youth. “Which of us was it that had four Gryffindors set about him only a few days ago –and who very nearly found himself in the hospital wing because the injuries he was given were almost beyond my ability to heal?”
Severus narrowed his eyes and irritably admitted, “I did!”
“So tell me, Severus, which of my friends is *extremely* lucky for not being hexed into next week for the stunt he pulled today?”
“Me,” Severus growled.
“Very true,” Lucius snapped back. “And tell me Sev, what do you think would have happened if I had not defused a fight between yourself and Walden Macnair? I’ll tell you: instead of my holding you down scolding you, I would currently be healing up some especially nasty, exceptionally painful wounds that Macnair would have put on you. And, if he mananged to get a lucky curse in, you might even be in the hospital wing.”
“I am an excellent duellist,” Severus retorted.
“Excellent enough to take on four Gryffindors but not excellent enough to avoid all injury. Macnair fights dirty and he is far more creative and sick-minded than those idiot lions.”
“I fight dirty too, in case you haven’t noticed,” Severus retorted in disgust, “and I should be insulted for you not to find me creative.”
Lucius pulled back and stepped away from the younger boy. “Oh you’re certainly dirty and creative.”
Severus rubbed his wrist and the shoulderblade that had been thrust against his footboard. Shifting quietly on his worn, wooden trunk, he sighed and stared at his feet. Lucius watched him for a moment and sat down on his transfigured chair.
“Wilkes and Avery and Rosier and the Lestranges; they’re your friends,” Lucius said, “not just your babysitters.”
Severus reluctantly looked up at Lucius. “I know...” he said softly.
Lucius met his eyes frankly. “You just do not wish to rely on anyone; *I* know,” he said.
Severus let out a huff of air and stretched out his feet. He stared at them for a moment.
“What?” Lucius prompted.
“It’s only three. Three Gryffs that I duel against, I mean. Lupin never raises his wand to me.”
“Dare I ask why?” Lucius smirked softly. At Severus’ glower and eye-roll, Lucius’ expression became sincerer. “You’re still one of the best duellists in the school, and the absolute best in the mid- and lower years.”
Severus nodded. He mildly said, “I know.”
“Just take care of yourself a bit more, would you?” Lucius said. “At least stop taking stupid risks like today.”
“I’ll try,” Severus said.
“You had certainly better,” Lucius grumbled. Severus laughed and Lucius smiled. He got up and returned his chair to its original form, with which he lightly smacked the dark-haired boy.
Severus deftly managed to slither away from the hand that instantly went for his wand and he pointed it at Lucius swiftly. One incantation that Lucius could not quite decipher later and the pureblood’s hair was a calamitous mix of gold and flaming red.
Feeling the tingle of magic along his scalp, Lucius reached up to touch his hair and baulked when its length fell over his shoulders in two awful colours.
“You horrible child!” Lucius cried in appalled astonishment.
Severus let out a rare laugh that was clumsy and childish in nature, but entirely natural. Lucius felt his horror dissipating to a mild, simmering, annoyance and gave the brat a scowl that did not quite keep down the corners of his mouth.
“Change me back right now,” Lucius warned.
Severus grinned impishly but wisely cancelled the incantation.
“Dinner is soon,” Lucius grumbled. “Go tidy yourself up before I decide to confine you to your dorm for the rest of the night for your reprehensible antics.”
Severus twitched his eyebrows and grinned but obediently got up to go brush his hair and attempt to straighten his clothes. Lucius turned to cancel the charms on the door and shortly afterwards Evan Rosier burst into the room complaining about not being able to get into his dorm.
“Why are you even bothered Evan?” Severus asked. “You could always have gone to someone else’s.”
“I still haven’t worked out how to get into the girls’ dorms,” Rosier admitted mournfully. “What were you pair even doing in here?” he complained. “Actually, don’t tell me if it’s something I don’t want to know.”
“Remove your mind from the gutter Rosier. I was giving your friend a dressing down for disappearing off without *yourself*, Avery or Wilkes and antagonising Macnair.”
Looking guilty for chasing girls when he should have been keeping an eye on his bad-tempered friend, Evan turned on Severus. “Well that was a *stupid* thing to do! Macnair is dangerous and you know it.”
Severus narrowed his eyes and turned his back to smooth his barely wrinkled bedsheets.
“I hope you gave him hell,” Evan muttered to Lucius.
“Thanks, Rosier!” Severus snapped.
“Don’t you Rosier me, Severus Snape! Macnair could put you in the hospital wing.”
“At least I’m not lifting the skirt of his girlfriend,” Severus retorted.
“Being beautiful is the burden I have to bear,” Evan sniffed. He turned to Lucius. “Hey Malfoy, have you considered the benefits of giving our Half-Blood a whooping?”
Severus turned scarlet and opened his mouth furiously to reply.
“You hold your tongue Severus,” Lucius warned sternly. The boy closed his mouth reluctantly. “I cannot admit to entertaining the notion much,” Lucius said to Evan.
“I think it would do him the world of good,” Evan said. With a smirk at an appalled Severus, he continued to the blonde, “You know you have the authority to cane Slytherin’s miscreants, Lucius; I would have considered such *stupid* behaviour to put Severus high on that list. It’s not exactly behaviour befitting of our house, is it?”
“Some friend you are!” Severus snapped.
“I’m not the one stupid enough to pick a fight with Macnair without any backup!” Evan retorted. “I think Malfoy’s been lenient in just taking you up here to bawl you out: if I was in his place I’d have made sure you were in tears by the time I was done with you to make sure you *never* did something so stupid again. Fighting with Macnair of all people!”
“I wasn’t fighting with him!” Severus shouted.
“Indoor voice Severus,” Lucius chided. “Rosier may even have a point.”
“He’s suggesting you-”
“Turning you over his knee for a sound spanking would be equally advisable,” Evan added.
“How is that reasonable?” Severus cried.
“Put it this way, if I’d picked a fight by myself with Macnair *I’d* be crying by now, because that boy is seriously cruel,” Evan said. “I think you’re getting off light with less than a slap on the wrist.”
Severus gritted his teeth.
“Boys, enough,” Lucius said. “It is surely time for dinner.”
“Sorry Malfoy,” Evan murmured obediently, getting off his bed and making his way to the door.
Lucius sidled up to Severus and whispered in his ear. “Rosier has a point: you shouldn’t be getting away with less than a slap on the wrist.” Before Severus could even formulate a reply he found himself giving a short, surprised yelp as he felt Lucius crack his hand lightly off Severus’ rump.
“*Luciussss!*” Severus protested in embarrassment.
“Do not pull that tone with me, Severus Snape,” Lucius murmured sharply in his ear. “If you *ever* do anything as stupid as today ever again I might just give Rosier’s suggestion a try. Oh, and just to make doubly sure you behave in a suitable manner: if you do *not* I’ll be sure to *spank* your bottom *bared*.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” protested a horrified Severus.
“You better not find out,” Lucius retorted. “Come *on* dinner will be cold if you don’t move yourself.”
“Ever heard of a heating charm?” Severus retorted, following Lucius to the common room.
“You do *not* want to provoke me right now,” Lucius growled at the other boy.
“But-” Severus considered and quickly closed his mouth. They were in a public place and the last thing he wanted was to antagonise Lucius into fulfilling his crazy promise.
Lucius led Severus up to the Great Hall and smirked at the shade of colour Severus’ cheeks appeared when he patted the boy’s bottom in front of the house table. He had no intention of honouring his promise but it was highly entertaining to watch Severus scowl through the whole meal whilst still keeping a meek mouth.
Lucius should have threatened to spank Severus’ milky little behind *months* ago. The whelp clearly didn’t realise he had little intention of following through.
Thoroughly enjoying himself, Lucius whispered to Severus during dinner, “I might even avenge my hair; can you just imagine the shade of Gryffie red I can paint your derriere Sev? I’ll bet you’ll never see a ruby so red in your life.”
“Whatever are you pair talking about?” Bellatrix Black asked.
Lucius smirked at Severus but decided the youth had been tortured enough for the evening. “Nothing of importance, Bella. How have you spent your evening?”
Severus relaxed slightly as Bellatrix smirked and launched into a witty tirade. Lucius patted his arm mildly whilst continuing to converse with Bella and what eventually became the majority of the Slytherin table. Severus heard a commotion and glanced across to the Gryffindor table.
Lucius noticed and after glancing at the tumult between a boy and a girl leaned close to Severus to whisper, “I do hope your attention is on that Blood Traitor and not that Mudblood chit Severus.”
Severus barely nodded.
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