Ficathon Part 3: "The Tipping Point" (Severus Snape/Lucius Malfoy)
Title: The Tipping Point
Character Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Prompt: Oh, how I loathe thee (most of the time)
Rating: R
Word Count: 472
Author's Notes: *slash
Link to Prompt Table: http://sillypowers.livejournal.com/4098.html
The house-elf whispered in Lucius Malfoy's ear just as he and his young wife were finishing tea. He was pleased to note that she did not bat an eye when he excused himself. She simply smiled and accepted his kiss on her cheek without comment. Merlin, he loved her. Shutting Narcissa firmly in the "family" part of his brain, Lucius readied himself for what was waiting for him without giving her another thought.
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Lucius burned with silent anger as he held the weeping boy. He was not a skilled Legilimens, but Severus Snape's mind was no stranger to him. They had shared thoughts for years, ever since they were both at Hogwarts. This latest example of the self-styled "Marauders'" treatment of Severus was beyond the pale. Lucius had had to work not to flinch as the boy showed him the image of himself dangling upside down, his pants being stripped off as the other students watched.
If only Severus were done with that place once and for all. It was maddening that he was still trapped there, out of the reach of even a Malfoy's protection. Damn that Dumbledore. How he could sit back and allow those blood traitors to torture the other students...
They would pay. This is exactly the kind of thing Lord Voldemort was talking about. The man's ridiculous moniker and dramatic excesses aside, he did have a point. And he claimed that he could defeat Dumbledore. All of Lucius's money and power could not breach the Headmaster's defenses. But perhaps the Dark Lord could. Lucius was becoming more convinced every day.
Now, however, he needed to help Severus. Lucius's chest was damp from the dark-haired boy's tears. Severus had stopped crying and was breathing warmly against the wet cloth, his breath hitching. It took all of Lucius's self-control not to lift that wet face up to his. But now was not the time for that kind of comfort. It was time to focus Severus's hurt. Transmute that intensity into hatred. Hatred for the Mudbloods and blood traitors who didn't know their place.
Lucius considered his words very carefully before he spoke. Severus was balanced right on the edge. He was so close to belonging to Lucius completely. Years of grooming, of seduction, were about to come to fruition. Lucius's cold eyes hid his excitement well.
"Do you still love her, Severus?"
"No! No. I hate her. I can't believe she'd humiliate me in that way. Making me look like I need a girl to protect me. Potter deserves her. They are both pathetic fools."
Lucius nodded and hugged Severus to his chest again. Lucius considered the Mudblood Lily Evans. Oh, how I loathe thee, he intoned in his mind. But he smiled down into Severus's silky black hair at the conclusion of his thought: most of the time.
Character Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Prompt: Oh, how I loathe thee (most of the time)
Rating: R
Word Count: 472
Author's Notes: *slash
Link to Prompt Table: http://sillypowers.livejournal.com/4098.html
The house-elf whispered in Lucius Malfoy's ear just as he and his young wife were finishing tea. He was pleased to note that she did not bat an eye when he excused himself. She simply smiled and accepted his kiss on her cheek without comment. Merlin, he loved her. Shutting Narcissa firmly in the "family" part of his brain, Lucius readied himself for what was waiting for him without giving her another thought.
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Lucius burned with silent anger as he held the weeping boy. He was not a skilled Legilimens, but Severus Snape's mind was no stranger to him. They had shared thoughts for years, ever since they were both at Hogwarts. This latest example of the self-styled "Marauders'" treatment of Severus was beyond the pale. Lucius had had to work not to flinch as the boy showed him the image of himself dangling upside down, his pants being stripped off as the other students watched.
If only Severus were done with that place once and for all. It was maddening that he was still trapped there, out of the reach of even a Malfoy's protection. Damn that Dumbledore. How he could sit back and allow those blood traitors to torture the other students...
They would pay. This is exactly the kind of thing Lord Voldemort was talking about. The man's ridiculous moniker and dramatic excesses aside, he did have a point. And he claimed that he could defeat Dumbledore. All of Lucius's money and power could not breach the Headmaster's defenses. But perhaps the Dark Lord could. Lucius was becoming more convinced every day.
Now, however, he needed to help Severus. Lucius's chest was damp from the dark-haired boy's tears. Severus had stopped crying and was breathing warmly against the wet cloth, his breath hitching. It took all of Lucius's self-control not to lift that wet face up to his. But now was not the time for that kind of comfort. It was time to focus Severus's hurt. Transmute that intensity into hatred. Hatred for the Mudbloods and blood traitors who didn't know their place.
Lucius considered his words very carefully before he spoke. Severus was balanced right on the edge. He was so close to belonging to Lucius completely. Years of grooming, of seduction, were about to come to fruition. Lucius's cold eyes hid his excitement well.
"Do you still love her, Severus?"
"No! No. I hate her. I can't believe she'd humiliate me in that way. Making me look like I need a girl to protect me. Potter deserves her. They are both pathetic fools."
Lucius nodded and hugged Severus to his chest again. Lucius considered the Mudblood Lily Evans. Oh, how I loathe thee, he intoned in his mind. But he smiled down into Severus's silky black hair at the conclusion of his thought: most of the time.