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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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“I’ll wait until he’s finished then,” Wilkes decided. “Say, how did things go with Malfoy? He whip you?”
Severus’ eyes widened. “No!”
“Ouch, he ...you know’d you then?”
Severus coloured. “He didn’t do anything!”
Wilkes made the sort of face that tempted Severus to hex him. “If that’s what you say. It’s only a matter of time though.”
“That is a matter of opinion,” Severus retorted sulkily.
Wilkes shrugged. “In that case it’ll be alright for you to play cards with some thirds years and us tonight then, won’t it? If Malfoy isn’t going to come looking for you and break up the party.”
Severus’ lip curled. “I have nothing to gamble against any of you purebloods.”
Wilkes grinned in a way that was not quite innocent enough to be mischievously. “Who needs money when you’ve got the body that Malfoy wants to warm his bed? I bet there’s plenty of older guys stupid enough to want what Malfoy does.”
“You think so?” Severus said.
Wilkes shrugged. “You know enough hexes to take care of yourself, don’t you? Play a little.”
Evan emerged from the shower room and Wilkes got up to get ready for breakfast. “Get up, Avery, you lazy sod,” he called cheerfully into the bed next to him.
Sev’s Gang 6
Wilkes’ suggestion had not been as undesirable to Severus as perhaps it ought to have been. As a rule Severus tended to detest people and as such avoided them as much as possible. This impacted poorly on his social skills and meant he was often not included in things that his other year mates were; which in turn left him vulnerable to their derision. This did not upset Severus overly but he knew that participating in the third years’ gambling nights would credit his currently low reputation. Providing money was not an overlarge issue the event could even be fun, and Severus felt a very small grain of excitement make itself known within him. And besides, Severus was gifted in any number of card games: he played them repeatedly during the summer with Lily and occasionally his mother.
Later that day Wilkes and Avery met Severus with characteristic boyish boisterousness and babbled on excitedly over Severus’ decision to join them. Evan seemed surprised to find Severus amongst them despite sitting between Wilkes and Avery during breakfast as they crowed as discreetly as they could to various others that Severus would be included in their number that night. It appeared Evan had been making eyes at some girl across the table from them the entire time and had not taken in a single sentence the boys had grammatically slaughtered between them.
“It figures,” Wilkes said. “The only thing cooler than Snape joining us would be you thinking about something other than adding to your collection of groupies for once.”
Evan rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Whatever Wilkes. You’ll have nothing to say when your entire allowance is in my pocket tonight.”
“That’s unlikely,” Wilkes laughed.
Avery slung his arm around Severus’ shoulders. “How about we pool our resources tonight and make them our bitches?”
“Um...” Severus said.
Whatever reply Severus’ brain was formulating became redundant as a door opened before them and an older Slytherin beckoned them inside quickly.
“Glad you could join us!” cried a fourth year boy from amongst the others already there; he was jointly responsible for the event. “Who’s here now? Rosier, Avery, Wilkes, the little half-blood... Snape, is it?”
“That’s right!” Wilkes replied cheerfully, dropping down beside his older relative. “Thanks for the invite.”
The fourth year laughed. “You’re easy money.”
Wilkes took the cards his cousin was dealing and smirked as he dealt them himself. “That’s my line, I think you will find.”
The fourth year’s friends laughed and drinks were put in the first years’ hands. “Enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you.”
One of the Mulciber girls approached the four first years and smiled. “Hi Evan. Who’s your friend?”
Evan’s face became charming. “This is Severus,” he told the pretty second year. “He’s half Prince, and has a skill with the cards.”
The girl widened her welcoming smile in Severus’ direction and took his arm. “You can help me then. I’m hopeless at cards.”
Severus gave Rosier a suspicious look but Evan’s face seemed genuinely innocent. ‘Go,’ Evan mouthed.
“How did that happen?” Wilkes pouted, aghast, as Mulciber led Severus to sit with a number of attractive second and third year girls. Wilkes’ cousin laughed. “Mulciber likes them pliable,” was all he said.
“I didn’t expect him to get picked up by a *girl*,” Wilkes muttered to Avery.
“Well at least you know you won’t be responsible for someone receiving a physical deformity when Malfoy finds out,” Avery replied.
Wilkes rolled his eyes as the girls around Severus giggled. They continued to coddle him as they played, and cheered girlishly when any of them won. At least Snape wasn’t having a problem with money.
“Don’t worry about it,” Wilkes’ cousin murmured to him. “They think the half-blood’s like a puppy: just a novelty to play with.”
“Batters the ego, though,” Wilkes said.
“Not really. They respect you as an equal,” his cousin said. “Damn, these cards are awful.”
Evan had found himself on the outskirts of the group of girls and was quickly being absorbed into it. Severus flashed him a grin. “This... is really fun,” he said.
Evan grinned back. “I’m glad.”
Mulciber’s older sister flopped down beside them. “I’m out of this round,” she grumbled cheerfully. “Hello, you’re the Rosier boy and the Prince half-blood, aren’t you?”
“That’s us,” Evan replied. “Never mind, you can cheer us on. It’s very heartening to be encouraged by such a lovely-looking, well-blooded girl.”
Severus swallowed. He wasn’t used to speaking to girls as mature and respectable as the elder Mulciber sister. He glanced at the steadily increasing mound of galleons before him. Did they help?
The older Mulciber patted Severus’ arm and bent her head to speak to him quietly, “You look nervous. I hope it isn’t the company or the stakes?”
“Um,” Severus pressed his lips together as he tried to think of a reply.
Mulciber turned away. “Nott! The Prince boy needs a refill!”
Severus blinked in surprise as another older girl from the other side of the room called, “Sure!” and quickly brought him a drink. The girl who was seated beside her a moment before lost the game and joined them.
“You’re playing so well,” she commented as the game progressed.
Severus ducked his head and thanked her awkwardly from behind his curtain of greasy hair.
“Do you think we could team up for the next game? I might not lose so badly then,” Nott’s friend continued.
Bellatrix Black had been watching them for some time from where she was seated drinking with the older students, but she got up from her arrogant sprawl and marched towards the greasy, little half-blood. “Andromeda! Remember your breeding.”
“I... He’s a Prince, Bella,” Andromeda replied awkwardly.
“He is a half-blood and you are a full-blooded Black,” Bellatrix retorted.
The other girls cringed away from Severus at Bellatrix’s clear disapproval. “He plays well, sister. It is only a card game with our House mates, not a sordid tête-á-tête,” Andromeda replied.
Bellatrix gave a clear look of displeasure and tossed her hair. “I want no place in somewhere that permits this mockery of class structure.” She left and it caused a visible feeling of unease in the room.
The fourth years shrugged and the older years left. “Play on!” Wilkes’ cousin said, and the first years found their drinks refilled.

It was clear that Bellatrix had made her displeasure further known as later that night the Prefect Lucius appeared in the room with an almost-angry look on his face. “This is not conduct befitting our House,” he said frostily. A parchment appeared in the air beside him and filled with red names of people who were in the room, and dark yellow names of people who had left. “I will not be taking points but you will all be disciplined for this,” he said. His eyes fell on Severus, who had stuffed his winnings in his pockets and was staring back at Lucius with a worried and perhaps even guilty expression.
“You. Dormitory, now. The rest of you, get to your dormitories this instant and do not dare let another House or Professor see you out after curfew.”
Severus bolted to his dormitory whilst the other around him swiftly cleared up and obeyed Malfoy’s instructions. Lucius followed the first year and barred the boy’s entry to the room whilst the other boys slunk in.
“This is unacceptable,” Lucius hissed when the heavy door clicked closed behind the other boys.
Although he did not want to, Severus shrank back at the steely look in Malfoy’s eyes.
“Explain yourself,” Lucius ordered crisply.
“I... I was just trying to fit in,” Severus snapped.
Provoked by Severus’ tone, Lucius took hold of the boy’s jaw sharply. “Give me lip like that again tonight and I will remove it,” the sixth year promised darkly.
Severus felt a cold feeling slide from his chest to his stomach. He did not doubt Malfoy would cut off his lower lip if angered enough. “S...sorry.”
Lucius held the black look he was giving the first year and Severus’ irritation grew. What right did Malfoy think he had to threaten Severus like that and scare him? Severus wrenched his wand from his robes and blurted a curse, but Lucius grabbed his thin arm and yanked it out of harm’s way, to allow the angry sparks that Severus’ wand emitted to bounce off of the stone wall instead. Lucius tore the wand from Severus. “That was an astonishingly idiotic thing to do,” Malfoy growled.
Severus swallowed. The grip Malfoy had on him was burning his skin and it hurt; he was worried the bones in his arm would not withstand the grip.
“Little boys who cannot be trusted to behave in an acceptable manner need to be supervised,” Lucius said coldly. “You’ve earned yourself the task of warming my bed. Chores are good for an undisciplined brat’s character.”
“What?” Severus gasped.
“You *will* learn to behave tolerably, Severus Snape,” Lucius replied, “and you will suffer until you do.”
“Malfoy, I-” Severus began.
“Hush,” Lucius said firmly. “Come along.” He flaunted Severus’ wand in encouragement.
Severus stood his ground, feeling sick. “No, Malfoy, I-”
“Have no say in the matter,” Lucius finished. “Now march yourself into my bedroom, or I will drag you.”
“No,” Severus protested. He considered calling to his dorm mates, but they could never be expected to stand up to Malfoy.
Lucius gave him a frank look. “Do you want to annoy me further?”
Severus closed his eyes. What should he do?
“Severus.”
The dark-haired boy opened his eyes at a softening in Malfoy’s coldly furious voice. “I am not going to rape you tonight, however much it might teach you your rightful place. I shall never rape you, I hope.”
“That’s truly reassuring,” Severus retorted, but felt slightly less panicked.
Lucius leant forwards and whispered, “I am only not punishing you for that because we are alone.”
Severus regarded the older boy warily.
“Move yourself,” Lucius demanded. “We have not got all night.”
Malfoy had both of their wands and Severus was no physical match for the blonde. He obeyed with a glower on his face, and tried to skirt out of Malfoy’s grasp.
Lucius closed his bedroom door behind them and ensured Severus would not be able to open it. He summoned a night-shirt, shrunk it, and sent Severus’ outer clothes to a chair.
Severus cried out in alarm. Lucius tossed him the night-shirt. “Put that on or you will get cold.”
“What the hell, Malfoy?” Severus spat.
“If you want to continue using that tone I can fetch my cane,” Lucius replied. He sent the wands to wait out of Severus’ reach.
Severus glared but covered himself with Lucius’ shrunken night-shirt.
“Finally, some obedience,” Lucius sighed. He crossed the room towards Severus, sniffing slightly.
“What now, you pervert?” Severus snarled.
Lucius glared back and pulled back his bedcovers; he pushed Severus towards the bed and watched the boy whiten. “Cleaning charms only do so much,” Lucius drawled. “Exactly what were you doing tonight?”
“Exactly what you saw!” Severus retorted. “I drank a little and played cards!”
“For what stakes?” Lucius demanded.
“Money!”
“You are poor!” Lucius barked.
“But I play well!” Severus snapped back.
“Keep out of trouble,” Lucius growled. The younger boy did not smell of sex. “Now go to bed; it is late.”
“As if I’m going to sleep!” Severus retorted.
“You will do as you like,” Lucius drawled. “I’m going to sleep. Get into the bed.”
“I won’t sleep with you!”
“Then you will lie awake beside me all night,” Lucius said. “You are going to bed so that I know where you are, since I cannot trust you to be safely in your bed during curfew.”
Severus crossed his arms in the expensive night-shirt, feeling ridiculous in it. His bare legs somehow made him feel more vulnerable as well as cold.
“Get into bed now Severus, unless you would prefer to have me tuck you in?”
Severus took two nervous steps backwards and hit his legs off of the bed.
“Good boy,” Lucius drawled in a much-suffering voice. He began to strip, much to Severus’ alarm.
“No, Lucius-”
“Enough, Severus,” Lucius said with a smirk. “You would not be in this situation if it were not for your own misdeeds.”
Severus looked truly sick and Lucius took pity on the boy. “Relax, half-blood, I will keep my underwear on tonight, I promise you.”
Severus watched wide-eyed as the beautiful blonde boy strode towards him and the bed, wearing only the aforementioned underwear.
“Get in and go to sleep,” Lucius said. He did look tired.
Severus swallowed as Lucius nudged him onto the bed and slapped his calves. The dark-haired boy lifted his legs onto the bed and Lucius Malfoy tucked him in!
“I told you I was not intending to rape you,” Lucius said drolly, and moved around to the other side of the bed. Severus could not rip his gaze away from Lucius as the sixth year climbed into bed with him.
Lucius grinned at the attention. “Count yourself lucky, virgin. I prefer to sleep in the nude.”
Severus swallowed.
“Lie down,” Lucius told him, “and go to sleep.”
Severus did not move as he considered the order. He squeaked as Lucius pushed down on his chest and lay down beside Severus with a heavy arm over him.
“What-?” Severus yelped.
“I want to know where you are,” Lucius growled. “Now... go... to... sleep.”
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