To Covet and Consume
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Small Talk
Well, thanks Amoura Avalon, it has been 10 minutes since I have posted, on the 2nd sentence of Chapter 11 and you post a review. WOW... thanks. So hope everyone enjoys.
Note: The new character I added to the plot can be blamed solely on Link. Cause I Snape, Granger and I hate the bastard.
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A mere fifteen minutes from Miss Granger’s departure and now my wards inform me that I have a visitor arriving via my office floo. It could be any faculty member, but generally they respect my privacy and steer clear of my dungeons; all members but Minerva and Albus. I am positive the unwelcome guest is neither of them because my wards are specifically programmed to warn me with a unique shock if either of them enters my private domain. No, I suspect it is Lucius’ annual start of term parent/professor interrogation in the name of his spoiled brat of an heir, Draco.
I organize my desk before making my way toward my office. My wand at the ready, incase there is someone more hostile on the other side of the door. I open it to find Lucius pompously swatting the soot from his prestigious dark green robes.
“Severus,” he sighs in disgust as he smoothes down his hair, “How I loath this primitive, middle-class form of travel. You must discuss an alternate form of entry with your Headmaster.”
I relax my wand hand slightly and move to sit behind my desk. “You could always use the front door Lucius,” I reply dryly.
“Ah, but then I would have to divide my time between my meetings with you and petty small talk with Dumbledore.”
“What do you want Lucius?” I ask coldly as he takes an un-offered seat in front of my desk. “I have lesson plans to prepare and school rounds to start in less then and hour.”
“Is that any way to treat an old friend?” he asks with his usual façade of concerned shock, only this time he allows a tiny smirk to shatter the lie. “This won’t take long. I just wish to discuss Draco’s …path.”
I snort, “And what path are you alluding to?”
“Why, his educational one of course.”
“I am too exhausted for mind games Lucius. What is it that you want?”
“I want your personal guarantee my son will graduate with the highest NEWT’s the school has seen since your own,” he smiles as if this is a casual request.
You would think, that after six years he would allow the boy to fend for himself. It’s not as if Lucius will be able to threaten or bribe the Dark Lord next summer to go easy during the recruitment revel when Draco must prove his loyalty in many different, shall I say, challenges before actually receiving the dark mark. The boy has been catered to and coddled much too long. At this moment Potter would have a better chance of impressing the Dark Lord and joining his ranks then Lucius’ sniveling prat of a son does.
“I am sure your heir will do quite fine without my help. Your son is capable of great things Lucius. Well, when he actually takes the time and puts his keen mind to the task at hand,” I say smoothly, hoping Malfoy throws himself back into the primitive form of travel.
“Severus, you know as well as I that Draco is much too preoccupied with other, more enjoyable tasks.”
“Maybe you should discuss his preoccupation with him,” I reply snidely. “I believe, other, more influential people,” I allude carefully to the Dark Lord and know Malfoy understands, “would agree with me when I say Draco’s education and honing of his magical ability are quite a bit more important then his latest conquest’s deflowerment.”
Lucius sits across the desk from me, quietly seething.
Draco is ill prepared to face the Lord Voldemort thanks to his dear old dad. I have decided to personally change that this year. The boy will no longer have a free ride in this school. Draco will learn to defend and watch his own back, so that when the summer comes I will not feel responsible or guilty for whichever choice the boy ultimately makes. He may choose to continue to seek an out of reach acceptance from his father and fall into that all consuming darkness, or Draco could decided to remain in the light of Albus Dumbledore and sit comfortably on the gray fence as we spy for the Order. I wonder what form of payment Albus would offer him.
Lucius debates and argues with me for minutes more, but he can not deny that the Dark Lord would appreciate skills and a strong mind more then a suave, naive seducer.
“Now that your concerns have been addressed I believe I shall bid you good evening. As I mentioned before, I have work and responsibilities to complete,” I stand to politely walk him back over to the fireplace.
“I believe Narcissa is having an affair,” he says causally.
Bloody hell! I turn and look at him, unsure of how to respond. Lucius Malfoy is not one to expose any form of weakness to anyone, especially a fellow Death Eater.
His voice is detached as he continues, “As a friend, Severus, do you have any idea which of our brethren it might be?”
“Why do you suspect it is someone we may know?”
“Draco and I were away on business in the America’s this summer. Narcissa remained at home. I returned to find that the fidelity wards you helped me place on my home the day before my marriage were breached. The elves claim to know nothing, saying that only those welcome entered the household for the summer solstice gathering. The one I host every year I left up to her. Did you attend?”
“Of course I did.”
“Did you see her with anyone in particular?” He asks curiously, not desperately like I would expect a jealous husband to react.
I honestly take my time recalling the evening. “She was the dutiful hostess. You would have been proud of her. She took time out of her evening to stop and talk with everyone. She danced with most of the inner circle that night. If I remember correctly the Dark Lord himself demanded your customary last dance, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.”
“Our Lord requested my dance?” He asks only to confirm, no jealousy or venom in the question.
I nod. We both sit there in a long hanging silence. I watch him cautiously as he stares at some point beyond my shoulder, obviously deep in thought. The man is usually quite vengeful and protective of anything he deems his own. Narcissa included. Is this calculating calmness meant to throw me off balance because he suspects me?
“Lucius?” I ask as gently as my unaccustomed tone will allow.
“Yes?”
“I think of her as a sister, nothing more,” slightly over exaggerated but the claim should do.
He nods, “I know my friend, but if you think of anything else that may be of use to me could you owl?”
“Of course. If there is anything else I can do in the mean time…?” I offer hesitantly, forgetting for an instant how completely open and at ease the man was with his sexuality.
“I will keep that in mind,” he says slowly as he makes his way over to the fireplace and takes and handful of powder off my mantel. “I hope to talk to you again soon. Good day, Severus,” he leaves amongst the green flame and smoke.
I did not like that tone. It could have just been my usual bout with paranoia, or perhaps I should be wary about what the man may expect from me in his next visit to Hogwarts.
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Please review... my muse needs food. ;)
Note: The new character I added to the plot can be blamed solely on Link. Cause I Snape, Granger and I hate the bastard.
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A mere fifteen minutes from Miss Granger’s departure and now my wards inform me that I have a visitor arriving via my office floo. It could be any faculty member, but generally they respect my privacy and steer clear of my dungeons; all members but Minerva and Albus. I am positive the unwelcome guest is neither of them because my wards are specifically programmed to warn me with a unique shock if either of them enters my private domain. No, I suspect it is Lucius’ annual start of term parent/professor interrogation in the name of his spoiled brat of an heir, Draco.
I organize my desk before making my way toward my office. My wand at the ready, incase there is someone more hostile on the other side of the door. I open it to find Lucius pompously swatting the soot from his prestigious dark green robes.
“Severus,” he sighs in disgust as he smoothes down his hair, “How I loath this primitive, middle-class form of travel. You must discuss an alternate form of entry with your Headmaster.”
I relax my wand hand slightly and move to sit behind my desk. “You could always use the front door Lucius,” I reply dryly.
“Ah, but then I would have to divide my time between my meetings with you and petty small talk with Dumbledore.”
“What do you want Lucius?” I ask coldly as he takes an un-offered seat in front of my desk. “I have lesson plans to prepare and school rounds to start in less then and hour.”
“Is that any way to treat an old friend?” he asks with his usual façade of concerned shock, only this time he allows a tiny smirk to shatter the lie. “This won’t take long. I just wish to discuss Draco’s …path.”
I snort, “And what path are you alluding to?”
“Why, his educational one of course.”
“I am too exhausted for mind games Lucius. What is it that you want?”
“I want your personal guarantee my son will graduate with the highest NEWT’s the school has seen since your own,” he smiles as if this is a casual request.
You would think, that after six years he would allow the boy to fend for himself. It’s not as if Lucius will be able to threaten or bribe the Dark Lord next summer to go easy during the recruitment revel when Draco must prove his loyalty in many different, shall I say, challenges before actually receiving the dark mark. The boy has been catered to and coddled much too long. At this moment Potter would have a better chance of impressing the Dark Lord and joining his ranks then Lucius’ sniveling prat of a son does.
“I am sure your heir will do quite fine without my help. Your son is capable of great things Lucius. Well, when he actually takes the time and puts his keen mind to the task at hand,” I say smoothly, hoping Malfoy throws himself back into the primitive form of travel.
“Severus, you know as well as I that Draco is much too preoccupied with other, more enjoyable tasks.”
“Maybe you should discuss his preoccupation with him,” I reply snidely. “I believe, other, more influential people,” I allude carefully to the Dark Lord and know Malfoy understands, “would agree with me when I say Draco’s education and honing of his magical ability are quite a bit more important then his latest conquest’s deflowerment.”
Lucius sits across the desk from me, quietly seething.
Draco is ill prepared to face the Lord Voldemort thanks to his dear old dad. I have decided to personally change that this year. The boy will no longer have a free ride in this school. Draco will learn to defend and watch his own back, so that when the summer comes I will not feel responsible or guilty for whichever choice the boy ultimately makes. He may choose to continue to seek an out of reach acceptance from his father and fall into that all consuming darkness, or Draco could decided to remain in the light of Albus Dumbledore and sit comfortably on the gray fence as we spy for the Order. I wonder what form of payment Albus would offer him.
Lucius debates and argues with me for minutes more, but he can not deny that the Dark Lord would appreciate skills and a strong mind more then a suave, naive seducer.
“Now that your concerns have been addressed I believe I shall bid you good evening. As I mentioned before, I have work and responsibilities to complete,” I stand to politely walk him back over to the fireplace.
“I believe Narcissa is having an affair,” he says causally.
Bloody hell! I turn and look at him, unsure of how to respond. Lucius Malfoy is not one to expose any form of weakness to anyone, especially a fellow Death Eater.
His voice is detached as he continues, “As a friend, Severus, do you have any idea which of our brethren it might be?”
“Why do you suspect it is someone we may know?”
“Draco and I were away on business in the America’s this summer. Narcissa remained at home. I returned to find that the fidelity wards you helped me place on my home the day before my marriage were breached. The elves claim to know nothing, saying that only those welcome entered the household for the summer solstice gathering. The one I host every year I left up to her. Did you attend?”
“Of course I did.”
“Did you see her with anyone in particular?” He asks curiously, not desperately like I would expect a jealous husband to react.
I honestly take my time recalling the evening. “She was the dutiful hostess. You would have been proud of her. She took time out of her evening to stop and talk with everyone. She danced with most of the inner circle that night. If I remember correctly the Dark Lord himself demanded your customary last dance, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.”
“Our Lord requested my dance?” He asks only to confirm, no jealousy or venom in the question.
I nod. We both sit there in a long hanging silence. I watch him cautiously as he stares at some point beyond my shoulder, obviously deep in thought. The man is usually quite vengeful and protective of anything he deems his own. Narcissa included. Is this calculating calmness meant to throw me off balance because he suspects me?
“Lucius?” I ask as gently as my unaccustomed tone will allow.
“Yes?”
“I think of her as a sister, nothing more,” slightly over exaggerated but the claim should do.
He nods, “I know my friend, but if you think of anything else that may be of use to me could you owl?”
“Of course. If there is anything else I can do in the mean time…?” I offer hesitantly, forgetting for an instant how completely open and at ease the man was with his sexuality.
“I will keep that in mind,” he says slowly as he makes his way over to the fireplace and takes and handful of powder off my mantel. “I hope to talk to you again soon. Good day, Severus,” he leaves amongst the green flame and smoke.
I did not like that tone. It could have just been my usual bout with paranoia, or perhaps I should be wary about what the man may expect from me in his next visit to Hogwarts.
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