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Sev's Gang	By : RueRambunctious Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Lucius Views: 5202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The thought of returning to school, and the blonde who would await there, filled Severus' stomach with knots for days and days. Sometimes Severus worried he would vomit, and other times he found himself running to the tiny bathroom and locking the door because the thoughts about Lucius make Severus quite lose his mind and do unspeakable, depraved things that left him covered in a cold sweat and feeling dirty despite the shower.

Lucius' expression seemed more mysterious than usual when Severus finally did see him, but one smirk is all it takes for the pit of Severus' stomach to drop in the certainty that Lucius knows of Severus' depravity.

“Come along,” Lucius intones briskly, swiftly placing a locomotor charm on Severus' shabby case. Severus presses his eyes closed tightly and listens to the much taller boy stride ahead amidst the commotion of the station platform. Clenching his sweating palms, Severus heaves a sigh, opens his eyes and reluctantly trots after the Malfoy heir.

Would it have been too much to ask to have had the train journey to prepare for seeing Lucius again?

Lucius sends a scolding remark about dawdling over his shoulder and holds open the door to an empty carriage. Severus catches up as Lucius transfers all of their luggage inside and feels vulnerable as Lucius fixes his cool gaze upon him. Sliding past Lucius through the doorway and feeling contained within the compartment does nothing to soothe Severus' nerves.

He sits himself at Lucius' indication and watches grimly as Lucius firmly closes the door.

Lucius seats himself elegantly. Fixing his gaze upon Severus once more, he sighs and pinches his nose as though mortally offended.

“Stand,” Lucius orders.

Severus almost jumps, and inwardly curses his nervousness. He fidgets uncomfortably as Lucius' gaze circles his appearance with surgical precision.

Lucius pulls out his wand casually and points it at Severus.

Severus recoils, but the older teen merely has his attention focused on Severus' now too-short robes, adjusting them carefully. “You're not a dancer; your ankles should remain covered,” Lucius explains shortly.

“I got taller,” Severus snapped. “I can't help it.”

Lucius raises on blonde eyebrow. “Yet no wiser, evidently. You had best rectify that tone of yours with me right now, little boy.”

Severus swallowed, and would rather have not, but his sense of self preservation kicked in. “Apologies, Malfoy,” Severus grit out.

Lucius gave a long-suffering, regal sigh. “I should be knighted for such suffering as desiring you,” he announced. “Sit down.”

Severus narrowed his eyes but obeyed, conscious of having more fabric covering his legs, and refusing to feel grateful for it.

“If your family are so poor as to be unable to provide for your necessities we can come to some arrangement,” Lucius declared, looking an ounce less harsh than usual.

“I didn't tell my mother I'd outgrown my robes because she has enough to worry about, and fancy school robes that I'm just going to outgrow again are far from a necessity,” Severus muttered.

“I'll get you some,” Lucius declared shortly.

Severus stood. “I don't need your charity. I'm not your pet!”

“Tone, Severus,” Lucius sighed. “And it may have escaped your notice, but your mother signed a formal arrangement with the Prince seal over the holidays. You're more than my pet; you're my legally binding intended consort. I'll be damned before I let anyone see you walking around like a stray.”

Severus swallowed, feeling almost dizzy at the mention of 'formal arrangement' and 'legally binding'. He'd forgotten the enormity of it all amongst the surreality and embarrassment. Having his mother know an older, far richer boy had intentions of formally folding him like a pretzel had rather blindsided Severus.

Lucius was standing before Severus, touching his forehead and neck. “Are you alright?” the senior boy asked.

Severus shrugged off the contact. “I'm fine,” he muttered.

“I dread to think the amount of canes I'm going to work through over our lifetime from your lies alone,” Lucius sighed, appearing put-upon as he looked over Severus with concern.

Severus batted him away. “You are not going to be wearing out canes on me in our future,” he retorted. “I'll be hiding out in some property somewhere, whilst you shout yourself hoarse and then bore yourself into returning to your wife.”

Lucius stifled a laugh, and for a moment his face was unguarded enough that Severus saw something he couldn't fully understand. The blonde seemed wry, and flirty, and sad all at once.

Lucius took a deep breath, and tugged Severus' tie lightly. “Trust me,” Lucius said dryly, “if I visit you to bend you over a desk I shall not be returning to my wife bored.”

Severus grimaced in embarrassment and squirmed as far away as his tie permitted.

“Stop posturing,” Lucius drawled, dropping the tie and sitting back down, “we both know your mother wouldn't have signed so quickly if you didn't want what I've offered you.”

Severus sneered. “You don't think my parents just wanted your money?”

Lucius eyes him intelligently. “You're the sole Prince heir, like as not,” he stated. “Your Grandmama is not having any more children, so everything she and her husband have is coming to your mother or you one of these days. Most likely you, to save face after the rift. If your mother wants money she's likely to get a whole lot more than what my parents are offering once her own are dead.”

Severus is embarrassed by the naked surprise which shows itself on his face before he can contain it.

Lucius examines it with curiosity. “Exactly how little do you know about your birthright?” he asks.

“I rather thought my mother being disowned meant I didn't have much 'right',” Severus mutters.

Lucius looks around as some Slytherins attempt to enter the compartment. The blonde shoos them away effectively.

“Come back later, if you must,” he snaps at a lingering Avery.

Severus watches the others leave and pulls his robes tighter around himself, feeling cold.

Lucius closes the door and rests his elbows on his strong thighs as he sits. It's an unusually human position for him, and it manages to settle some of Severus' whirling thoughts.

Lucius taps his own fingers on his jaws as he thinks. After a pause, he queries, “Would your answer have been different if you had known that you will one day be an illegitimate lord?”

Severus is quiet. He had expected to live in poverty forever, and although he is skeptical of a change in such fortune, there is a tiny, shameful little part of him that likes being owned by Lucius.

Lucius seems to read his mind. “I can give you time,” he suggests. “Say a year, to think it over, and annul if it's not what you want?”

“Don't I have until I reach majority to break the arrangement?” Severus asked.

“Yes, but I expect a year gives you less chance to become irreparably attached,” Lucius states. He sits back and rests his arms on the back of the seat. “You are aware that you could break the arrangement at any point in our lives if I broke any of the significant rules?”

Severus' blank expression is telling. “Like what?”

“Were I to beat you to unlawful standards, or,” Lucius smirks, “failed to provide for our children, were you a witch.”

Severus chokes.

“Is this all a bit much for you?” Lucius teases. “Do you need a kiss for the shock?”

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Severus moans, mildly annoyed by the other boy's amusement.

“It's far from my fault you've been living in a bubble,” Lucius states. “Most of your yearmates have been getting coached by now on the courtship of the partners they've been promised to since birth.”

“Forgive me for being an oblivious bastard,” Severus grumbles.

“I will ensure you make it up to me,” Lucius teases.

He is no more or less exasperating for the rest of the school year, but Severus' stomach dips unexpectedly at the certainty he will see Lucius less after the senior boy's graduation.

The summer holidays are strange, and seem to pass in a blur of trying to keep owls from Tobias' notice.

The chatter of Wilkes, Avery, Rosier and the Lestranges on the train to school for their second year does not make up for the strangeness of a lack of Lucius Malfoy.

Whilst it remains an unspoken rule that no Slytherin marks out Severus for any violent or amorous attention, the protection is markedly different without Lucius' vast and threatening presence. People now dare to make comments a little more openly. There is more nudging on the stairs.

Because of this, Severus is strangely relieved when he is summoned by Lucius for company during the first Hogsmeade weekend of Severus' second year at Hogwarts.

Lucius seems pleased to see Severus, and Severus is embarrassed, because they have exchanged so many owls over the summer that Lucius surely knows that Severus has not entirely dreaded this eventuality.

Lucius always appeared grown up, but he seems even more so out of his school uniform. It makes Severus feel like a stupid child, but the way Lucius puts a possessive arm around his shoulder and steers him around makes Severus feel anything but a child. Lucius smells masculine, groomed and expensive.

The blonde scruitinises Severus as they perambulate around the shop fronts. “Why do you appear so dishevelled?” he questions.

Severus adjusts his robes to his some of the bruising. “I made a new friend. The Gryffindors don't like it,” admits softly.

Lucius stops walking. “Another Gyffindor?” he queries.

“No, a Slytherin,” Severus explains quickly. “Regulus Black. He's a first year who's-”

“The younger brother of Sirius Black,” Lucius surmises. “I see. Not like you to make new friends?”

“He hates his brother and so do I,” Severus says grimly. Lucius smirks indulgently. Severus does not mention his strange on-off acquaintance/relationship with Remus.

“How's your relationship with Regie's cousins?” Severus asks politely.

Lucius laughs. “Look at you, trying to make small talk. What taught you that?”

Severus snorts, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I don't know,” he admits. “Avery or Rosier I suppose.”

“Good to see they're trying to shape you,” Lucius commended. “Avery is a proper pureblood. Is Rosier beginning to calm down?”

“A bit,” Severus conceded. “But his energy has to go somewhere, so he's been trying to school me. Avery goes more gently.”
“A firm hand won't do you any harm,” Lucius scoffs. “You have a lot to learn.”

He leads Severus into Fortescue’s and orders for them both. Severus feels a bit emasculated again, but as he eats he catches Lucius looking at him, and it's an odd sort of look. It is almost an acknowledgement that Lucius thinks Severus is starting to grow up, and that is not the level of respect Severus is used to from Lucius.

It causes a strange, warm feeling in his chest. Severus has to look down to hide his blush behind his curtain of lank hair.

“Still not a fan of personal grooming, I see,” Lucius comments.

“And that's rather personal,” Severus retorts, feeling rather brave and mature because of the earlier look.

Lucius glides close and whispers, “You're mine; I get to be personal.”

Severus recoils, startled, and almost gets ice cream everywhere.

Lucius laughs fondly. Severus closes his eyes and does not bother to his his flush.

Lucius puts his arm around him sympathetically. “My apologies; let us talk of something a bit less intimidating for you,” he says gently.

Severus stares at his melting ice cream.

“Bella and I are getting along as well as we ever do. That man I wrote you about? He's an acquaintance of Bella's as well and it's almost getting… competitive.

“Andy is as odd as ever and you would not believe the rumours Bella has been spreading about her, but I won't lower myself to spread such dirt.

“Narcissa is… I like Narcissa,” Lucius says simply.

“Why aren't you betrothed to a specific sister?” Severus asks.

“I think my father values choice, ironically,” Lucius replies a little absently.

“But you'll probably marry Bellatrix, as she's the oldest?” Severus asks. The thought makes him feel funny inside. He does not like it.

“Perhaps,” answers Lucius. He looks at Severus, and keeps quiet on how increasingly irked he is by Bella's continued baiting of him over Severus. “It depends how much energy she invests in playing the Lestrange brothers off against each other.”

Severus feels comforted and is unsure why. “Your ice cream's melting,” he says for something to say.

“As is yours,” Lucius comments, lifting Severus' hand and feigning licking up a drip. His tongue brushes Severus' hand deliberately and the boy would likely have dropped the ice cream if not for Lucius' hold.

“Isn't that improper conduct for heirs?” Severus asks breathily.

“Scandalous,” Lucius agrees. “My father would be livid if he found out.”

Severus glances around the busy street but no one appears to have noticed the indiscreet gesture. “Then why did you do it?” he asks.

Lucius grins wickedly. “Because I wanted to,” he says winningly, then finally pays attention to his liquid ice cream.

“I'd like to see your dad cane you,” Severus snorts, before his mind catches up with his tongue.

Lucius looks down at him oddly, then does that sultry thing where he lips his lips and arches a brow. “If he does I'll send you a vial of my tears,” Lucius promises. “You can pretend I'm romantic.”

“I can't imagine anyone caning you,” Severus says thoughtfully. “Or you crying.”

“It hasn't been a rare event,” Lucius admits wryly.

“But you're a man now, right?” Severus presses. “Your father wouldn't beat you for… you know, if anyone saw.”

Lucius stares for a moment at Severus, then bats his lids as the corners of his lips quirk. “I think I might get it twice as hard for being a 'man',” Lucius comments. “Let's just hope he doesn't find out.”

Severus watches Lucius finish the last of the ice cream and dispose of the packaging neatly. It almost seems like there is a pinker tinge to Lucius' cheeks, and his knuckles are whiter.

It is utterly strange for Severus to consider that for all Lucius' refined maturity, he is still also a boy afraid of his father.

Severus wonders whether at Lucius' age he will be brave enough to perform such a dangerous, intimate misdeed in such a public place, knowing how Tobias would explode. Although at least Lucius' father does not seem to care about Lucius' leanings, provided the blonde keep them above board.

Severus is left feeling bewildered when Lucius leaves him fondly at the school gates. He has no idea how to feel, and the emotions swirling around within him are not ones he is certain he ought welcome.

He already misses Lucius.

The one good thing about Lucius' absence at Hogwarts, beyond those obvious ones about not having to worry about encountering Lucius at any moment of the day and feel threatened… or excited… by the associated humiliating tirades, is being able to spend time with Lily without Severus having to constantly look over his shoulder. The reports surely still go to Lucius, but the resulting punishments are often more vague and superfluous. And Macnair likes to hurt Severus anyway, so it can be hard to tell what is a punishment and what is simply poor luck.

Any time with Lily is cherished, because she is exasperated by the growing friendship Severus has developed with Avery, Wilkes and Rosier. The increased fighting with the Marauders is also putting strain on the interhouse friendship.
Severus has zero idea how to react when Lily gives him an appalled and very knowing look during class on Monday.

“Did you kiss him?” she whispers urgently.

Severus' jaw falls open and he feels blood rush past his ears. “Of course not!” he hisses back, horrified anyone might overhear.

“Would you like it if he kissed you?” Lily asks shrewdly.

“Shut up,” Severus responds. How stupid could she be?
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