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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 had been doing an impressive job of avoiding Lucius for the next day and a half by foregoing the great hall in favour of sneaking into the kitchens, and loitering in various lonely portions of the castle where Lucius was not likely to patrol.
Unfortunately Lucius chose not to honour his prefect duties and arrived in the common room just as the dark-haired boy was intending to sneak into his first-year dormitory. Malfoy’s voice seemed to fill the entire quarters. “Severus, a word in my room if you please.” The sixth year turned his back and strode towards his bedroom, stating, “That was not a request.”
Severus felt the pit of his stomach fall out as he turned away from the direction his own dormitory in favour of Lucius Malfoy’s. Evan sent Severus a sympathetic look from over by the fireside where he was being coddled by some fourth years for his good looks, but that was of little consolation to Severus.
The boy followed Lucius into the sixth year’s bedroom and looked at the floor as the blonde swung the door shut heavily with magic.
Lucius sat down on his bed collectedly and placed his hands loosely atop of each other on his lap. He indicated for Severus to seat himself on the bed opposite.
Severus fought what could have been a rising blush or cold sweat –he was unsure which as he was unusually befuddled- and reluctantly obeyed.
Lucius watched Severus’ face calmly. “Is there something you should confess to me Severus?”
Severus felt a little sick and pressed his lips together. His heart rate was rising steadily and he willed it to quieten down.
“Severus,” Lucius prompted.
“No, Malfoy,” Severus answered quickly.
Lucius affected a sigh. “You may call me Lucius when we are alone Severus; you know this.”
Severus squirmed. He did know this, but he preferred to do so when it would manipulate Lucius’ mood or when he simply forgot to do otherwise –like when Lucius slapped his rump the other day. Severus nodded, which appeased Lucius only slightly.
“Are you going to admit the truth now Severus?” Lucius asked in a marginally bored-sounding voice. “You have failed to be present in the great hall for a number of meals and I did not see you even once yesterday. Are you being bullied?”
Malfoy was concerned he was being bullied? Severus did not know whether to be grateful for this or not. Deciding not to drag out the unpleasantness, Severus replied, “It’s not that exactly. I...”
Severus did not like admitting weakness, even to manipulate others. “Come, Severus, what is the matter?” Lucius questioned.
“I was nervous,” Severus admitted curtly. “Of being around you.”
Lucius laughed lightly for a moment, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Dear Severus, you silly thing. What naughtiness have you been upto now?”
Severus glowered just a little. “I haven’t.”
“Then whatever are you worried about, silly? You need not worry; I am not inclined to spank you unprovoked if that is what you are worried about,” Lucius said with an indulgent smile. Bless the little brat, he was genuinely scared of having his cute little bottom smacked.
“It’s not that! Not exactly,” Severus replied with difficulty.
“What then? Do you *want* me to turn you over my knee?”
“No!” Severus cried. “It’s just that... you said... about my, you know... And I know that you... You know...”
“We are going to have to work on your eloquence I see,” Lucius stated. A memory lit his face. “Ah, I see. It was the ‘pretty arse’ comment that has you acting like a little blushing virgin, is it?”
“I am a virgin!” Severus shouted back, and then paused, nervously. Should he have admitted that?
“As I would expect,” Lucius retorted, giving Severus the feeling that there would have been trouble if he had been otherwise.
Lucius’ face softened and he regarded Severus sympathetically. “What do you believe are my plans for you, little one?”
Severus fidgeted uncomfortably. “Everyone knows that you... Like me.”
“Severus, of course I like you. I never let anyone harass you about your blood status, do I?”
“Not that kind of like!” Severus protested, certain Lucius was toying with him. “I’m your favourite, amn’t I?”
“For now,” Lucius said with a mild tone of warning. It was not done to admit something that was not advantageous, to one’s inferior.
Severus looked at his feet. “You know what I am trying to say,” he protested mildly.
“I can surmise,” Lucius replied. He set his face and regarded Severus. “Let us be clear: you are my property Severus.”
Severus flinched but nodded tightly.
Lucius reached over and caught hold of Severus’ jaw; he lifted it up to force the boy to look at him. “I do have carnal intentions towards you but they will not be realised for a considerable amount of time. You are much too young at the moment for me to wish to do anything more than tease you, understood?”
Severus would rather not have voiced a reply but as his chin was being held firmly he reluctantly voiced an affirmative.
Lucius did not let him go. Perhaps the half-blood was ignorant of the pure ways? Surely he understood that alliances were often formed in youth that would later be strengthened with physical intimacy in later years. “Every pureblood in this house is aware that I intend to take you as my consort when you are older.”
Severus flushed in embarrassment at that although he already knew that was true: everyone knew he was Malfoy’s ‘favourite’ and that there was a particular *manner* to the way in which Malfoy looked at him. Weakly Severus said, “But what about your family’s alliance with the Black family?”
“I am expected to wed one of the daughters,” Lucius said calmly, sitting back again on his bed, “but I am be no means prohibited by that to take you as a lover when I feel comfortable doing so.”
“What about when *I* feel comfortable?” Severus protested.
“I will keep in contact with you when I leave Hogwarts next year Severus. You will grow quite accustomed to me and when you grow curious for a physical relationship it will be natural for you to learn from me.”
“What if I don’t *want* to learn from you? What if I choose to learn from someone else instead?”
Lucius sneered lightly. “Then perhaps you *will* have to worry about being pulled over my lap for a sound enough spanking to make you a very sorry little boy.”
Severus looked so uncomfortable that Lucius could not help but feel sorry for the boy. “Are you worried about being heterosexual? I assure you that you will find the benefits of the arrangement will be more than satisfactory in compensating for any preference you may have for the opposite gender. Besides, my future wife is likely to be curious about you, my other bed-warmer. I dare say you won’t complain about being examined by any of the Black girls.”
Severus felt so overwhelmed that he could only mutter, “Where I come from not many people worry about *being* heterosexual.”
Lucius looked surprised. “You didn’t think you would be staying in whatever muggle hovel you do now once you are my consort, did you? You will live somewhere of my choosing; I have no desire to visit you in whatever hole your mother married herself into living in. You will live somewhere properly befitting a Prince.”
Severus was torn between observing the backhanded but true insult to his mother, or that Lucius intended to keep him as his kept mistress. Neither were comforting considerations. He found himself growling, “The muggle is beneath my mother.”
Lucius widened his eyes ever so slightly again. Perhaps he was surprised at Severus’ lack of loyalty towards his father. “I am glad you agree.”
Severus was quiet and considered the conversation. It had been surprisingly easy to breach the question of Malfoy’s intentions and it was comforting to know Lucius intended to give him some time. Lucius had also stated there would be considerable benefits for being his consort (whilst choosing otherwise seemed to indicate a spanking and continued interest. There would probably be further punishments that Lucius had not mentioned).
“You need some further persuasion,” Lucius stated. He stood and that prompted a wary Severus to stand also. Lucius began to open the front of his robes. Severus took a few steps backwards and Lucius went on to unbutton his shirt.
“What are you *doing* Malfoy?” Severus saw Lucius finish unbuttoning his shirt and pull it out from the waistband of his trousers, and then the dark-haired boy darted towards the bedroom door.
Lucius gave a put upon sigh and charmed the door closed with a spell only he could remove. Keeping a firm hold of his wand, he strode over to Severus and pulled the boy’s wand from him before dragging him back to where they had each stood moments before.
“Behave yourself,” Lucius said coldly. He charmed the wands well out of Severus’ reach but not his own, and not close enough to any furniture that Severus could reach either with a jump. “Stay still and pay attention to me,” Lucius told the preteen boy.
“You *said* you weren’t going to do anything yet!” Severus said.
“And I’m *not* going to molest you now either, you stupid child,” Lucius snapped. He whipped off his shirt and tie before tossing them lightly onto the bed, where the shirt folded itself.
Lucius held out his arms from his body and met Severus’ eyes. “Now look at me.”
“Look at what?” Severus snapped back.
“*Me*. My body,” Lucius answered, circling confidently to allow the boy to do so.
Despite himself, Severus could not help but do so. Everyone knew that Lucius’ body was magnificent, and the toned blonde looked so different from the boys that Severus showered with.
“This,” Lucius said, “is the product of good breeding and care.” He let Severus stare at him for a moment longer. “This,” Lucius indicated Severus’ nose, touching it softly, “is a product of *your* breeding and *this*,” he combed Severus’ greasy hair away from the boy’s eyes, “is testament to the amount of care taken of *your* body.”
Severus shivered as a feeling of vast inferiority and longing settled over him and reignited the ache inside him.
Lucius reached for his shirt and dressed again. “My belongings and my associates reflect on me. When you are my lover I will ensure that you are well-toned and pleasingly presented. I will make the most of you, and that will not just apply to your physical attributes.”
Severus swallowed. If he was Lucius’ he would look something like that? The prospect of a muscular, attractive body, beautiful hair and flawless skin made Severus feel warm inside. Lucius was offering him the ability to feel less inadequate. Severus knew he was being manipulated, but what was offered was so inviting. “Do you give me your word?”
“Do you give me yours?” Lucius countered. He snorted at the look on Severus’ face and said, “I give you my word that I will do the best I can to improve my consort.”
Severus made another face and asked suspiciously, “Why me?”
Lucius straightened his tie and plucked both their wands from the air. “Your character impresses me.” He handed Severus his wand loosely. “You may go.”
Severus took his wand back slowly and left through the door that Lucius opened gallantly for him. Evan was waiting for him with a butterbeer when he entered their dorm.
“I thought you’d want this. Are you alright?” Evan asked.
Severus regarded the butterbeer. “Where did you get that?”
“Off of one of the olders girls by asking nicely,” Evan replied with a sparkle in his eye.
Severus accepted it, but muttered, “This better not be contaminated with a stupid love potion.”
“It isn’t; I checked,” Evan said.
“Arrogant git,” Severus muttered.
Evan laughed. “Hey, I’m not as bad as I seem. Just because I’m popular with the ladies doesn’t mean my virginity’s that much more tarnished than your shiny new one, alright?”
Severus snorted and Evan gave him a mildly annoyed look. “I’m serious. I am *twelve*, just because all the older girls like to use me as a talking teddy bear doesn’t mean I’m ...enjoying myself with them all. I don’t have the stamina, or the confidence yet.”
Severus snorted again, but took a little comfort in Evan’s effort to reassure him. Evan was several months older and normally had a habit of making Severus feeling inadequate and underdeveloped without even trying.
“So what happened? Are you alright?” Evan pressed.
“Fine. I have time,” Severus said. “At least a year, unless he changes his mind.”
“Good. I think Lupin’s a virgin too and it’s going to take months if you want to use him. At least.”
“I notice you didn’t point that out the other night,” Severus grumbled.
“I didn’t want to panic you,” Evan said. “Don’t worry, if you desperately want de-cherried by a bloke this year I’ll do it. You, even.”
“Don’t worry about the candy and hearts then,” Severus muttered.
“Oh, I can’t damage my reputation,” Evan teased. “I’ll be sure to send you a card and flowers.”
Severus glowered but felt significantly less panicked than he had in days. His future looked less bleak today and his virginity was intact for the time being.
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