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Who: Abraxas Malfoy and Severus Snape
What: An offer he can't refuse.
When: Roughly around pre-hp
Why: Because he's a bastard.
Author's Note:OOC: Cause the_iscariot is a bad influence.
He found the boy where he expected to - moping underneath a tree just on the fringe of a group of his fellow students. For some reason that annoyed Abraxas to no end. It was one thing to be truly above such herd mentality and another still to feign disinterest while secretly pining.
“Get up, walk with me.” He nudged the boy with the tip of his shoe, probably harder than necessary and did not wait to see if he was being followed. Abraxas simply assumed he would be.
“Sir?” The title was given with just a faint trace of mockery behind it.
“I have an offer for you Mr. Snape, one you would do well to seriously consider before either accepting or rejecting.” Abraxas walked with his hands behind his back. He felt foolish, something that he wasn’t accustom to. The idea to make the offer to the Snape boy wasn't one made on the spur of the moment. Abraxas never did anything on the spur of the moment. He believed in careful planning and consideration.
Severus Snape wasn't the only student of the appropriate age and skill who had caught his interest. There were several remarkable students in his year. But the others lacked - he couldn't define it properly but the others were lacking. He'd made a Unbreakable vow years ago to his own mentor that when he reached the age of 40 he would look for someone to mentor. He would have regardless of the vow but it had been reassuring to his own mentor to hear the words spoken.
"I have deemed your education to be lacking." Grudgingly he allowed - "Through little fault of your own. You have excelled at what little they have given you thus far. However, I feel that you would benefit from more - individualized lessons. After careful consideration I have decided to offer you the opportunity to study from me...an apprenticeship of sorts."
Suspicion was the only visible reaction from the boy. His eyes narrowed and his shoulders hunched in. It was both fascinating and appalling at the same time.
"Why?"
"I think I made my reasons quite clear." He unintentionally bristled.
"Reasons aren't the same as motives. People like you don't do things out of the goodness of your heart."
"You don't know people like me boy and mind your manners." Abraxas silently counted backwards from ten, then twenty and finally fifty before speaking again. "Are you familiar with -" He cut himself off. No. That was not going to be the right approach. He knew he only had one opportunity and he wasn't about to let it go to waste.
But what approach would work best? The boy was distrustful, hardened, suspicious. It became very clear to Abraxas just what would lure a boy like Severus. "Do my motives truly matter? I'm offering you something no one else has, or will." He came to a stop and stood face to face with Severus. "Power. These professors they open the doors of knowledge just a crack, give you just enough to keep you coming back for more but they'll never teach you all you need to know. They don't think you're ready, they don't think enough of you to just give you the knowledge freely and let you make your own decisions. I have that sort of power, boy. I have the kind of knowledge you'll never find in your books or in the classroom."
The suspicion didn't recede but it was joined with a flicker of avarice. Abraxas could work with that.
"Why me?"
"There's talent in you. A great deal more than is obvious to the naked eye. But you'll never accomplish anything so long as you let petty feuds and old insecurities rule your thoughts. I think you might be worth the effort to polish, teach, and guide you."
He watched the too sharp, painfully angular features closely. There was suspicion still, but also tempered with a hint of the proud arrogant man he could become.
"So far you've taken to my particular style of mentorship. I think you would continue to excel..." A strong hand came out from behind his back and gripped the back of Severus' neck - not enough to hurt just enough to keep him precisely where Abraxas wanted him.
He was through with the 'discussion'. He'd made his choice and the boy was going to go along with it. No other outcome was acceptable.
His voice lowered to a slow hiss as seductive as anything uttered in the garden of Eden. "You want what I can teach you boy." Abraxas found himself looking into defiant, surly mocking eyes the color of tar. The eyes combined with the insolent sneer on the boy's lips forced Abraxas to do something unusual - he forced his hand.
The fingers wrapped around the back of the boy's neck curled into a vice and lifted him onto the balls of his feet so that Abraxas could fleetingly crush their lips together. There was nothing sweet or delicate about the kiss it was rough and proprietary and over before Severus could react.
Abraxas dropped his hand away and reached into his pocket for his cigarette case. "The term is 'Erastes'. Look it up and make your decision. You have until my next visit to the school to make up your mind."
Satisfied he'd made himself clear, he walked away without looking back.
What: An offer he can't refuse.
When: Roughly around pre-hp
Why: Because he's a bastard.
Author's Note:OOC: Cause the_iscariot is a bad influence.
He found the boy where he expected to - moping underneath a tree just on the fringe of a group of his fellow students. For some reason that annoyed Abraxas to no end. It was one thing to be truly above such herd mentality and another still to feign disinterest while secretly pining.
“Get up, walk with me.” He nudged the boy with the tip of his shoe, probably harder than necessary and did not wait to see if he was being followed. Abraxas simply assumed he would be.
“Sir?” The title was given with just a faint trace of mockery behind it.
“I have an offer for you Mr. Snape, one you would do well to seriously consider before either accepting or rejecting.” Abraxas walked with his hands behind his back. He felt foolish, something that he wasn’t accustom to. The idea to make the offer to the Snape boy wasn't one made on the spur of the moment. Abraxas never did anything on the spur of the moment. He believed in careful planning and consideration.
Severus Snape wasn't the only student of the appropriate age and skill who had caught his interest. There were several remarkable students in his year. But the others lacked - he couldn't define it properly but the others were lacking. He'd made a Unbreakable vow years ago to his own mentor that when he reached the age of 40 he would look for someone to mentor. He would have regardless of the vow but it had been reassuring to his own mentor to hear the words spoken.
"I have deemed your education to be lacking." Grudgingly he allowed - "Through little fault of your own. You have excelled at what little they have given you thus far. However, I feel that you would benefit from more - individualized lessons. After careful consideration I have decided to offer you the opportunity to study from me...an apprenticeship of sorts."
Suspicion was the only visible reaction from the boy. His eyes narrowed and his shoulders hunched in. It was both fascinating and appalling at the same time.
"Why?"
"I think I made my reasons quite clear." He unintentionally bristled.
"Reasons aren't the same as motives. People like you don't do things out of the goodness of your heart."
"You don't know people like me boy and mind your manners." Abraxas silently counted backwards from ten, then twenty and finally fifty before speaking again. "Are you familiar with -" He cut himself off. No. That was not going to be the right approach. He knew he only had one opportunity and he wasn't about to let it go to waste.
But what approach would work best? The boy was distrustful, hardened, suspicious. It became very clear to Abraxas just what would lure a boy like Severus. "Do my motives truly matter? I'm offering you something no one else has, or will." He came to a stop and stood face to face with Severus. "Power. These professors they open the doors of knowledge just a crack, give you just enough to keep you coming back for more but they'll never teach you all you need to know. They don't think you're ready, they don't think enough of you to just give you the knowledge freely and let you make your own decisions. I have that sort of power, boy. I have the kind of knowledge you'll never find in your books or in the classroom."
The suspicion didn't recede but it was joined with a flicker of avarice. Abraxas could work with that.
"Why me?"
"There's talent in you. A great deal more than is obvious to the naked eye. But you'll never accomplish anything so long as you let petty feuds and old insecurities rule your thoughts. I think you might be worth the effort to polish, teach, and guide you."
He watched the too sharp, painfully angular features closely. There was suspicion still, but also tempered with a hint of the proud arrogant man he could become.
"So far you've taken to my particular style of mentorship. I think you would continue to excel..." A strong hand came out from behind his back and gripped the back of Severus' neck - not enough to hurt just enough to keep him precisely where Abraxas wanted him.
He was through with the 'discussion'. He'd made his choice and the boy was going to go along with it. No other outcome was acceptable.
His voice lowered to a slow hiss as seductive as anything uttered in the garden of Eden. "You want what I can teach you boy." Abraxas found himself looking into defiant, surly mocking eyes the color of tar. The eyes combined with the insolent sneer on the boy's lips forced Abraxas to do something unusual - he forced his hand.
The fingers wrapped around the back of the boy's neck curled into a vice and lifted him onto the balls of his feet so that Abraxas could fleetingly crush their lips together. There was nothing sweet or delicate about the kiss it was rough and proprietary and over before Severus could react.
Abraxas dropped his hand away and reached into his pocket for his cigarette case. "The term is 'Erastes'. Look it up and make your decision. You have until my next visit to the school to make up your mind."
Satisfied he'd made himself clear, he walked away without looking back.