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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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Severus is startled to to see Lucius on the platform at the start of his third year.

Lucius notices him immediately as though he has some vile, obscure hex tracking Severus' every move. Which Severus wouldn't believe Lucius to quite be above, in all honesty. The smile on Lucius' face is strangely proud and possessive and makes Severus shiver.

Lucius' face falls open in shock once he has a clear view of Severus' own. Before Severus can quite commit the expression to memory Lucius manages to school his smooth features into something more restrained.

“What,” Lucius begins carefully, “happened to your face?”

Severus scoffs, holding a hand up to cover himself despite the sneer in his voice. “Are you saying you don't own me now?”

Lucius' eyes flash warningly. “What happened to your face, Severus?” he repeats coldly.

Severus rolls his shoulders as though he does not quite feel confident enough to shrug dismissively at the older boy. “You shouldn't have sent the new robes to my house,” he says quietly.

Lucius steps closer with an expression that is both warning and surprisingly aghast. “Are you saying this was my fault?” Lucius demands.

Severus splutters into a snigger and struggles to stifle the offending sound. “Is this the first time the great Lucius Malfoy has been guilty of a social faux pas?”

The grim amusement in Severus' sore eyes does not quell the roiling feeling in Lucius' stomach. “I did everything exactly as I am supposed to,” Lucius states quietly.

Severus gives him a mildly pitying look from over his knuckles. “My sire is a muggle,” he reminded the blonde.

“I don't follow,” Lucius answers. His eyes widening slightly, he bends his head to Severus' ear and hisses, “Are you saying your father did that to you?”

Severus pulled back and rolled his eyes, dropping his hand to his collarbone as though reluctant to reveal his humiliating marks entirely. “My magic-hating muggle father saw fit to rage at his freak son receiving a parcel of expensive wizarding robes for his freak school? Does that really surprise you?”

Lucius swallows, feeling cold despite all the students and families bustling around nearby. “I didn't...” Lucius feels uncharacteristically lost for words. “I'm sorry, Severus.”

The dark-haired boy seems slightly surprised by the apology and that only makes Lucius feel worse. “It's nothing excessive,” Severus says stiffly by way of reassurance.

Lucius blinks repeatedly and Severus wonders with dark amusement whether he has damaged the blonde heir's sensibilities. Lucius asks quietly, “Are you telling me that the state of your face does not count as excessive to your standards?”

Severus looks down, frowning. Lucius notices a cut of about a finger's length on the dark-haired boy's pale skull.

Lucius shifts his weight uncomfortably. “My father dislikes marking my face,” he says dully, as though it is some sort of apology.

Severus raises his dark eyes with a vague amusement. “Mine doesn't have that problem. Hardly going to damage my looks, is it?”

“Don't say that!” Lucius snaps.

Severus' eyes widen and he steps back quickly.

Lucius puts out his hands, horrified by Severus' mistrustful reaction. “I wasn't going to...” Lucius heaves a breath and runs his large hand absently through his gleaming hair.

Severus fixes his gaze on the dishevelled effect it leaves. Lucius does not normally look so unkempt even when first woken. It gives Severus a strange feeling in his stomach.

“I will abstain from sending the robes to your residence in future,” Lucius states.

Severus stifles a giggle at the absurdity of the situation, as though Lucius' efforts were at all likely to prevent Tobias finding reason to wreak vengeance on perceived faults in Severus. The brunette clears his throat and nods.

Lucius gives Severus a strange, fond look. “I only meant to come wish you off. Only you, Severus, could give me a heart attack before you have even stepped onto the train.”

Severus tries to twist his thin lips into a smile but it is uncomfortable upon his scabbed lips.

Lucius notices the discomfort. “Do you want me to heal those for you?”

Severus presses his painful lips together until they turn white. He does not want to admit he had been in too much pain to focus his magic, but he rather thinks Lucius has just surmised that. Reluctantly, Severus gives a stiff nod.

Lucius does so, carefully cupping Severus' face as he draws his wand against it. No one jeers on the platform, and Severus wonders for a moment whether he becomes invisible whenever Lucius gives him that intense, electric stare.

Severus pulls away once Lucius draws back the wand. Unsure what else to say, they stand together on the platform feigning interest in watching the people around them greet classmates and say their goodbyes to parents.

“My parents never lingered like them,” Lucius says conversationally, inclining his head discreetly at fawning families.

“I don't remember ever seeing your family,” Severus replies.

“They only came for my first year,” Lucius explains. “They could trust me to find the way myself after that.”

Severus looks at Lucius without inclining his head. He had expected people like the Malfoys to savour the experience of their handsome heir parting the crowds on the busy platform. Severus' own mother, Eileen, had not dared to linger on the platform the first (and only) time she took Severus, feeling to ashamed of her presence in wizarding society after her shame.

Lucius watched the families with a curious, slightly bewildered smile. “Such fuss,” he comments.

Severus considers how Lucius has made the effort to see him off and wonders whether the heir is aware of the discrepancy.

“I suppose I should let you go find your friends,” Lucius announces reluctantly.

Severus decides not to look too deeply into the disappointment that sentence places within his stomach. He nods and is surprised when Lucius crosses the distance between them, presumably to shake hands or ruffle Severus' hair.

Instead, Severus has to hold in the scream as Lucius throws his long arms firmly around Severus' frame.

Lucius jumps back at the dark-haired boy's reaction. A few heads turn at the noise, but there are so many exclamations between friends and sobbing relatives that no one takes much notice.

Fixing Severus with a look that freezes him to the spot, Lucius steps forwards and discretely forces his hand into Severus' clothes, roaming the warm skin. Severus flinches at the touch, breathing hard, and the excitement he feels is drowned by the discomfort. Scabs scratch at Lucius' smooth fingertips.

“He didn't just mark your face, did he?” Lucius states crisply, removing his hand.

Severus looks uncomfortable and glances away. Lucius pushes the boy's face back to look at him. “Why didn't you tell me?” he demands fiercely.

Severus curls his arms around his body defensively. “Why would I?” he snaps, feeling his face flame and hating it.

“You are mine; I would protect you,” Lucius retorts stiffly.

“I DON'T NEED YOUR PROTECTION,” Severus hisses.

“Don't you?” Lucius sneered. He grabs an alarmed Severus' wrist, ignoring the stifled whimper, and drags Severus towards the train.

“What are you doing?” Severus demands. “You can't go on the train!”

“Watch me,” Lucius responds coldly.

Severus feels a dizzying mix of resentment and hope as Lucius bundles him into the train, aggressively vacates a compartment of first and second years, and deposits Severus, sans trunk, inside.

“Strip,” Lucius orders, slamming the door closed.

Severus gives him a disbelieving look as though he doesn't know exactly where this is going. He doesn't want to admit he has found himself in the damsel role.

Lucius mades a noise of discontent and rips Severus' shirt out from the waistband of his trousers, unbuttoning it with a glare. Severus leans away from the contact but doesn't waste his time putting up a fight.

Lucius yanks the shirt from Severus' shoulders, ignoring the gasp which forces itself through Severus' unwilling lips.

Severus feels Lucius' gaze fall to his mottled body and looks away quickly, frowning in the hope that it will prevent his eyes from burning.

Lucius swears at the sight of Severus' hiding, and that is not the response Severus is accustomed to whenever Macnair thrashes him. It makes the dark-haired boy wonder whether the marks are harsher than he had realised, and he looks down doubtfully.

Or perhaps Lucius merely has a strange relationship with guilt.

Severus feels exposed by Lucius' scrutiny and crosses his thin arms uncomfortably. “Happy with your eyeful?” he snaps.

“Straighten your arms; I'm going to need clear access,” Lucius orders, pulling his wand back out. At Severus' glower Lucius adds, “I can make you much sorer than this if you would prefer?”

Severus snaps his jaw shut and gives Lucius a hateful look.

Lucius ignores it for a moment before snapping, “Grow up!” and getting closer to heal the livid wounds.

Severus shivers at the sensation, but even in his irritation he can't help but acknowledge the sheer relief as the pain vanishes.

Lucius knows he is the bigger man and softly asks, “Is that better?”

Severus gives a stiff nod.

Lucius' lips twist teasingly. “No thank you kiss?”

“Bite me,” Severus mutters, and flinches when Lucius gives him a playfully promising smirk. “Shut up,” the dark-haired Slytherin mutters, his cheeks turning a faint shade of rose.

“Anywhere else I need to heal?” Lucius asks softly, his wand resting in his hand at his side still.

Severus scowls at him. “You've done quite enough,” he retorts primly.

“As long as you can sit down on those uncomfortable benches during the Welcoming Speech,” Lucius says as though he is being reasonable.

Severus narrows his eyes, hating that Lucius has a point, but determined to refuse in spite of the discomfort it shall cause.

Lucius tucks his wand away. “Suffer as you wish,” he says calmly. “But you might want to put your robes on now if you want me to refrain from...”

Severus' gaze snaps to Lucius' and the blonde boy smirks at the magnetism. He draws his eyes down Severus' chest and licks his lips lightly, enjoying the impact the action it has on Severus' breathing.

“...Ogling you,” Lucius finishes.

Severus huffs as though put out by the scandal of his treatment, and turns his back to reach for his trunk. He needs to be sure Lucius does not notice the blood rushing past his belly as much as he wishes to cover himself.

He notices the lack of his trunk.

Lucius notices also, and pouts before swooping towards the window. He spots the offending item on the emptying platform and coaxes it towards the window with a flick of his wand.

Severus rolls his eyes as Lucius manoeuvres the trunk inside, but feels distinctly uncomfortable as the boy reaches for the fastening to fetch robes.

“Leave it!” Severus snaps, “I can get it.”

Lucius steps back but thankfully seems oblivious to Severus' sharp desire for Lucius to not know Severus packed the letters from Lucius.

Severus surreptitiously retrieves a robe and dresses quickly.

“If it happens again,” Lucius says slowly. “Owl me. I'll take you from there.”

Severus is quiet, not bothering to mention he only has access to an owl when someone writes him first. His chest burns at the thought of just leaving the next time Tobias loses his temper. But that would leave Severus' mother alone and defenceless.

Lucius seems to read Severus' thoughts. “I will think of something,” he declares crisply.

Afterwards the two boys sit together quietly. Lucius regards Severus with a brooding expression on his handsome face and Severus tries to pretend he does not notice, and does not find it unpleasant to sit.

“Severus?” Lucius says eventually.

Severus sighs and stretches, meeting the taller boy's gaze reluctantly. “What is it?”

“Have you heard much in the news recently?”

Severus looks utterly perplexed. “I never hear anything during the summer. Why?”

“You know that new friend of mine?” Lucius mutters cagily.

“Yeah?” Severus states questioningly.

“He's been… Well, he might be able to help with your problem with your… With that muggle,” Lucius says carefully. He can't quite make himself refer to the muggle as Severus' father. Not after seeing the state the boy had been left in.

Severus is quiet, but when Lucius sits beside him and whispers in his ear, Severus listens.

Lucius heads to Hogsmeade to apparate once they arrive, but his words stick with Severus all through his third year as he spends time with his dorm mates, Regulus and the Lestranges. Lily seems to notice something is off, but she's stressed by the recent string of muggle deaths and Severus is hard enough pressed trying to feel sympathetic.

Narcissa has started appearing around Severus and he rather thinks Lucius has encouraged her to babysit him. She's rather haughty but nowhere near as bad as her sister Bellatrix. Andy sometimes accompanies Narcissa, but she is a little distant and unaccomodating for the Slytherins' tastes. Severus notices the irony but cannot help but find her strange.

Through letters and Hogsmeade visits Severus gleans that Lucius and Bella are feeling somewhat threatened by each other in their new hobby, enjoying the rivalry but beginning to recognise that they may not be best suited as life partners.

By fourth year, Bella is more amused by Severus’ presence than bitter, but she does not give him an easy time, and Narcissa admits as politely as possible that Lucius is irked. Nacissa tries to act cool, but Severus ascertains that Lucius has started to favour her, and she is pleased with the pairing as she is the youngest Black daughter.

Severus is unsure how he feels about it, but he feels a great sense of relief when Bella marries the elder Lestrange boy over Lucius, although he would prefer not to have his friend married to such a frightening young woman. Lucius explains it is because Lestrange is rising through the Dark Lord's ranks, but he does not seem upset by it all all, and mentions that Bella is still playing the brothers against each other.

The brothers say nothing of it to anyone.

Fourth year is also the year that Lupin kisses Severus (or maybe, possibly, definitely, it was the other way around) but Severus does his best to remind himself it is also the year that Lily visits his hiding place during Christmas break and sticks her tongue down his throat, enraging and scandalising her sister Petunia.

Lily didn't taste anything like R- like Lupin.

Growing more established and arrogant, Severus feels comfortable with his posse and his increasing command of rather nasty spells, including those he creates himself. He is still antagonised by the Marauders and bullied when alone, but they don't have a clue about Remus, and it's not such a hardship being bullied now that Macnair is mostly bored of the same game.

Lucius continues to whisper in Severus' ear when they see each other, but Severus is more chilled by the young man's lips brushing his skin than any of the atrocities Lucius mentions.
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