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What Is This Thing Called Love?
TITLE: The Choices That We Make
AUTHOR: Lady Sirius
PAIRING: SS/LM
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com
Warning: Contains spoilers for HBP
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling
- I just like to play with Severus and Lucius when I can!
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy
inspiration - Gary Oldman - and of course to Alan Rickman and Jason Isaacs! And to my two Severuses - Amber and Ann - who both love my Luciuses!
The Choices We Make
Chapter Two - What is This Thing Called Love?
"Severus!" came the anguished cry. But it was too late, Severus Snape had already apparated from view, leaving a startled Lucius Malfoy standing alone in their bedroom. Abruptly he collapsed upon the bed, his legs suddenly refusing to hold him, as all the emotions he'd been suppressing for so long overtook him at one time. How could Severus do this to him, how could he leave him now, now when he needed him more than ever? In just a few hours the circus otherwise known as his wedding would begin, and he was the main attraction - the sacrificial lamb, to be offered on the altar of matrimony, and all for the benefit of the House of Malfoy. He knew it was his duty to produce an heir, to keep the bloodlines flowing, but it wasn't what he really wanted to do, nor what his heart wished to do.
And then he did what no one, not even Severus had ever seen, for Lucius was ever the cool one, the one in command, the hardnosed Slytherin who always maintained complete control - the one that called the shots, pulled the strings, directing everything and everyone with an icy detached exterior. He closed those glacial eyes tight, the warm tears streamed down his cheeks, as an anguished cry escaped his lips. "Severus!" He could think of nothing else, feel nothing else, his heart clutching painfully within his chest. For he'd never loved anyone the way that he loved the boy who had just disappeared, perhaps from his life forever, he feared, and for right now he was simply a teenager in love - and heartbroken.
How long he might have remained there, caught in the throes of his sorrow, is impossible to judge as a noise outside his door caught his attention, his eyes flying open and the frigid mask was securely in place once more. He noticed the young house elf fidgeting upon his doorstep. "What is it?" he snarled, "and did I not say that I was not to be disturbed?"
"Yes, young master," Blinky squirmed under the boy's displeasure. "Blinky sorry to interrupt Master, but Master's father is downstairs and wishes to see master..."
Bloody hell, just what he needed. But not surprising. His father would want to make sure his son was ready on time, naturally, want to make sure he was on time to be sacrificed on the altar of the family good. "Go quickly, tell him I'll be right there!" he snapped and the elf popped quickly from his view. Hastily he began to put himself to rights, casting a quick glance into the mirror. His eyes were redrimmed, evidence of his tears, and he hastily fixed that with a cosmetic spell. He drew on his robes - it was too early as of yet to dress for the main event - and composed himself as best he could before making his way to the drawing room where his father doubtless awaited. Yes, it was his house, but for all intents and purposes Malachi Malfoy had turned it over to him - and neither he nor Lucius' mother Bathsheba were ever in attendance, spending their time globetrotting and living the high wizard life among their various cronies. Which, of course, was the way that Lucius preferred it.
"Father," he said, his voice revealing none of the pain and anguish which beset him, "You are early. I had not expected you for some time yet."
"Son, I know, I merely wished to check on your preparations," the elder Malfoy gave his son a piercing glance. "You have not yet begun to prepare, I see." Not actually a question, more a statement, hanging on the air.
"There is time," Lucius said succinctly.
Silence fell between them.
"He has walked out?"
Lucius flinched at the words. Apparently the house elves had babbled. He made a mental note to punish at least one of them later. His father was more than well aware, of course, of Severus Snape and his function in Lucius' life - it was impossible to conceal the fact that he lived here, after all. And that he and Lucius shared a bedroom, among other things. All that the pater familia required from this relationship was complete and total discretion, for this sort of behaviour was far from uncommon among the Malfoy men - a practice in fact which had been carried down for generations. The acquisition and maintainance of lovers outside of and beyond the marriage bed. Male and/or female. He himself had a longstanding mistress. But love was not to be mistaken for duty or marriage, and the bloodlines demanded certain behaviours be followed, at whatever price. "He'll be back," Lucius bluffed.
"Of course," Malachi said dryly, "you are his meal ticket." When Lucius would open his mouth to protest, his father waved his words aside as of no great interest to him. "The boy will get over it and he will return. That is immaterial at the moment. You should be concentrating on readying yourself for your bride, to insure that I have a grandson to carry on the Malfoy name. It was no small feat to secure this alliance with the Blacks, and I do not wish to see it broken in any way."
Lucius seethed inside at this casual dismissal of one who meant more to him than anyone else in the world - far more than his chosen wife - even as he felt helpless at the knowledge that his father was wrong, Severus wouldn't be returning. He didn't know him like Lucius did - didn't know his pride and his stubbornness - didn't know or care about his tender side, the one which he concealed from the world at large, which considered him a heartless emotionless bastard. Only Lucius knew the true Severus - the sensual, passionate, loving, caring boy - no, man, he had ceased to be a boy some time ago - and his heart caught in his throat at the idea that he may never see him again. "Do not speak of him in that way," he said between clenched teeth, struggling to maintain the cool facade.
Malachi stepped closer to his son and with one deft move slapped him hard across his pale cheek, hard enough to leave an imprint, which slowly began to redden, as Lucius gave a swift intake of breath. But he controlled himself, he never lost control for a moment, although inside he was boiling. "Don't be a fool!" the father snapped. "You think you are some sort of sphinx but I can read your every thought. You can't go after him, you have a wedding to think about... a bride.....you have duties that are expected of you, demanded of you.........
"And what of love?" Lucius broke at last, crying out angrily. "Am I not entitled to love, like any other man? Why must I be chained to that icy narcissistic bitch, whom I wouldn't touch for all the money in the world? I hate her and she hates me, so why must we be bred like prize animals in this ridiculous breeding pool? I love Severus, and I always will. I want to spend my life with him, not with Narcissa!"
"Then do so, but not publicly, never publicly," his father lashed back. "He will have to remain your dirty little secret, that which you hide from the rest of the world, who will only see Narcissa, your wife. Her you will honour with your name, and with, Merlin willing, your progeny. You owe this to the Malfoys, and you owe this to our Lord - he commands it!" He took another step forward and now both men were toe to toe, two angry blondes with the same determined miens.
"And if I refuse?" Lucius demanded to know.
"You will be disowned." Flat and simple, emotionless. A fact, not a threat.
"Perhaps, but at least I'll be happy," Lucius cried out, "don't I deserve to be happy?"
"No, not at that price!" his father said, and his voice was not unkindly, but, rather, resigned. After all, had he not been through this himself many years ago? "Come with me now, I'll help you to prepare for your wedding. I command it..." He laid his hand upon his son's arm.
"No!" Lucius surprised even himself at his own resistance, shaking off his father's grip, glaring at him with all the defiance he could muster. "I won't, I tell you, I won't!"
"Think carefully," Malachi warned him, "think long and hard about what you are about to do."
"I don't need to, I know what I need to do. I'm going to find him, that is what I am going to do. And beg his forgiveness..."
"I will give you time to come to your senses," the father said, "I know you, Lucius, you cannot live without the wealth and the prestige and the family name. You will come to the Blacks home in time to be wed, and I shall meet you there, my son." He reached for the floo powder on the mantelpiece, preparatory to leaving, turning back to the platinum blonde at the last moment. "But be aware of one thing - Malfoys do not beg..." Down came the floo powder, and the cry of #12 Grimmauld Place, and Malachi had gone.
Lucius didn't hesitate, once he found himself alone. He grabbed a cloak, drew it about himself, and hastily apparated out of the Manor in search of the love of his life.
AUTHOR: Lady Sirius
PAIRING: SS/LM
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com
Warning: Contains spoilers for HBP
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling
- I just like to play with Severus and Lucius when I can!
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy
inspiration - Gary Oldman - and of course to Alan Rickman and Jason Isaacs! And to my two Severuses - Amber and Ann - who both love my Luciuses!
The Choices We Make
Chapter Two - What is This Thing Called Love?
"Severus!" came the anguished cry. But it was too late, Severus Snape had already apparated from view, leaving a startled Lucius Malfoy standing alone in their bedroom. Abruptly he collapsed upon the bed, his legs suddenly refusing to hold him, as all the emotions he'd been suppressing for so long overtook him at one time. How could Severus do this to him, how could he leave him now, now when he needed him more than ever? In just a few hours the circus otherwise known as his wedding would begin, and he was the main attraction - the sacrificial lamb, to be offered on the altar of matrimony, and all for the benefit of the House of Malfoy. He knew it was his duty to produce an heir, to keep the bloodlines flowing, but it wasn't what he really wanted to do, nor what his heart wished to do.
And then he did what no one, not even Severus had ever seen, for Lucius was ever the cool one, the one in command, the hardnosed Slytherin who always maintained complete control - the one that called the shots, pulled the strings, directing everything and everyone with an icy detached exterior. He closed those glacial eyes tight, the warm tears streamed down his cheeks, as an anguished cry escaped his lips. "Severus!" He could think of nothing else, feel nothing else, his heart clutching painfully within his chest. For he'd never loved anyone the way that he loved the boy who had just disappeared, perhaps from his life forever, he feared, and for right now he was simply a teenager in love - and heartbroken.
How long he might have remained there, caught in the throes of his sorrow, is impossible to judge as a noise outside his door caught his attention, his eyes flying open and the frigid mask was securely in place once more. He noticed the young house elf fidgeting upon his doorstep. "What is it?" he snarled, "and did I not say that I was not to be disturbed?"
"Yes, young master," Blinky squirmed under the boy's displeasure. "Blinky sorry to interrupt Master, but Master's father is downstairs and wishes to see master..."
Bloody hell, just what he needed. But not surprising. His father would want to make sure his son was ready on time, naturally, want to make sure he was on time to be sacrificed on the altar of the family good. "Go quickly, tell him I'll be right there!" he snapped and the elf popped quickly from his view. Hastily he began to put himself to rights, casting a quick glance into the mirror. His eyes were redrimmed, evidence of his tears, and he hastily fixed that with a cosmetic spell. He drew on his robes - it was too early as of yet to dress for the main event - and composed himself as best he could before making his way to the drawing room where his father doubtless awaited. Yes, it was his house, but for all intents and purposes Malachi Malfoy had turned it over to him - and neither he nor Lucius' mother Bathsheba were ever in attendance, spending their time globetrotting and living the high wizard life among their various cronies. Which, of course, was the way that Lucius preferred it.
"Father," he said, his voice revealing none of the pain and anguish which beset him, "You are early. I had not expected you for some time yet."
"Son, I know, I merely wished to check on your preparations," the elder Malfoy gave his son a piercing glance. "You have not yet begun to prepare, I see." Not actually a question, more a statement, hanging on the air.
"There is time," Lucius said succinctly.
Silence fell between them.
"He has walked out?"
Lucius flinched at the words. Apparently the house elves had babbled. He made a mental note to punish at least one of them later. His father was more than well aware, of course, of Severus Snape and his function in Lucius' life - it was impossible to conceal the fact that he lived here, after all. And that he and Lucius shared a bedroom, among other things. All that the pater familia required from this relationship was complete and total discretion, for this sort of behaviour was far from uncommon among the Malfoy men - a practice in fact which had been carried down for generations. The acquisition and maintainance of lovers outside of and beyond the marriage bed. Male and/or female. He himself had a longstanding mistress. But love was not to be mistaken for duty or marriage, and the bloodlines demanded certain behaviours be followed, at whatever price. "He'll be back," Lucius bluffed.
"Of course," Malachi said dryly, "you are his meal ticket." When Lucius would open his mouth to protest, his father waved his words aside as of no great interest to him. "The boy will get over it and he will return. That is immaterial at the moment. You should be concentrating on readying yourself for your bride, to insure that I have a grandson to carry on the Malfoy name. It was no small feat to secure this alliance with the Blacks, and I do not wish to see it broken in any way."
Lucius seethed inside at this casual dismissal of one who meant more to him than anyone else in the world - far more than his chosen wife - even as he felt helpless at the knowledge that his father was wrong, Severus wouldn't be returning. He didn't know him like Lucius did - didn't know his pride and his stubbornness - didn't know or care about his tender side, the one which he concealed from the world at large, which considered him a heartless emotionless bastard. Only Lucius knew the true Severus - the sensual, passionate, loving, caring boy - no, man, he had ceased to be a boy some time ago - and his heart caught in his throat at the idea that he may never see him again. "Do not speak of him in that way," he said between clenched teeth, struggling to maintain the cool facade.
Malachi stepped closer to his son and with one deft move slapped him hard across his pale cheek, hard enough to leave an imprint, which slowly began to redden, as Lucius gave a swift intake of breath. But he controlled himself, he never lost control for a moment, although inside he was boiling. "Don't be a fool!" the father snapped. "You think you are some sort of sphinx but I can read your every thought. You can't go after him, you have a wedding to think about... a bride.....you have duties that are expected of you, demanded of you.........
"And what of love?" Lucius broke at last, crying out angrily. "Am I not entitled to love, like any other man? Why must I be chained to that icy narcissistic bitch, whom I wouldn't touch for all the money in the world? I hate her and she hates me, so why must we be bred like prize animals in this ridiculous breeding pool? I love Severus, and I always will. I want to spend my life with him, not with Narcissa!"
"Then do so, but not publicly, never publicly," his father lashed back. "He will have to remain your dirty little secret, that which you hide from the rest of the world, who will only see Narcissa, your wife. Her you will honour with your name, and with, Merlin willing, your progeny. You owe this to the Malfoys, and you owe this to our Lord - he commands it!" He took another step forward and now both men were toe to toe, two angry blondes with the same determined miens.
"And if I refuse?" Lucius demanded to know.
"You will be disowned." Flat and simple, emotionless. A fact, not a threat.
"Perhaps, but at least I'll be happy," Lucius cried out, "don't I deserve to be happy?"
"No, not at that price!" his father said, and his voice was not unkindly, but, rather, resigned. After all, had he not been through this himself many years ago? "Come with me now, I'll help you to prepare for your wedding. I command it..." He laid his hand upon his son's arm.
"No!" Lucius surprised even himself at his own resistance, shaking off his father's grip, glaring at him with all the defiance he could muster. "I won't, I tell you, I won't!"
"Think carefully," Malachi warned him, "think long and hard about what you are about to do."
"I don't need to, I know what I need to do. I'm going to find him, that is what I am going to do. And beg his forgiveness..."
"I will give you time to come to your senses," the father said, "I know you, Lucius, you cannot live without the wealth and the prestige and the family name. You will come to the Blacks home in time to be wed, and I shall meet you there, my son." He reached for the floo powder on the mantelpiece, preparatory to leaving, turning back to the platinum blonde at the last moment. "But be aware of one thing - Malfoys do not beg..." Down came the floo powder, and the cry of #12 Grimmauld Place, and Malachi had gone.
Lucius didn't hesitate, once he found himself alone. He grabbed a cloak, drew it about himself, and hastily apparated out of the Manor in search of the love of his life.