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Adult ++
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ok, huge apologies for the wait, it\'s been all my (Q\'s) fault! Still, as punishment, I have to update whilst A notifies those on our list (Lord Thingy your email addy isn\'t valid, can you let us have one that works if you want updates?)
To all our reviewers - thank you! To Aeronwy (sorry if I\'ve spelt that wrong) and DirtyD - a big thank you for your lovely reviews, they made our day.
Oh, and by the way, Shakespeare was a wizard, which is why Lucius is familiar enough with the Bard to quote him appositely on any occasion!
And now, onto the fun!
27
Severus sat alone in the flat that night, a glass of brandy swirling idly in his hand. Ginny and Harry had flown off together on a broomstick to their secret honeymoon destination. Secret to all but Severus, as he had helped Harry choose the perfect place.
He could still smell the fresh June air as it had come off those wild Scottish hills that Harry has selected as the perfect spot for he and Ginny to exchange their vows. His face darkened as he recalled how Lucius\' unwelcome visit had tainted that pure air, but even that had had a more pleasant side-effect - Harry, in the unlikely role of knight errant, had rushed to Severus\' side with:
"Lucius Malfoy, I don\'t recall your name on the invite list. Why are you here at my wedding, badgering my guests?"
Lucius, in his typically arrogant way had replied "Ah. Auror Potter. Far be it for me to miss the social event of the season. After all, it isn\'t everyday the saviour of our world takes a bride.” The blond’s lip had curled into a sneer, “And a lovely bride she is," Lucius had finished with a contemptuous look at Ginny that had set Harry\'s teeth on edge.
Severus had been trapped by the sheer ferocity Harry seemed to be holding in check. His green eyes were hard and dangerous, his fists clenched, and Severus had been ridiculously pleased that Harry felt so strongly about him
And then Ginny had joined in.
Malfoy," Ginny\'s voice had been cold, as cold as Harry\'s had been, and she had glowered at the older man without any sign of fear or concern. "To what do we owe this ‘pleasure’? I\'m sure you didn\'t just come here to see a pureblood sully herself by marrying a half blood. Oh, but wait...he\'s the Saviour. That makes all the difference, doesn\'t it?" she had spat nastily.
"How delightfully you treat your guests," Lucius had observed lightly, almost as if he hadn\'t noticed the sudden drop in temperature in his immediate vicinity.
"You are no guest of ours," Ginny had started, and Harry had continued,
"However you manipulated yourself an invite, you are no guest of ours."
Lucius had drawn himself up, sneer in place, arrogance personified as he had eyed the newlyweds before turning to Severus. “’Well, well, he was the covert\'st shelter\'d traitor/that ever lived’”
Ginny had looked blank for a moment, before fury had sparked in her brown eyes. "How dare you!" she had almost shrieked, drawing some of the guests’ attentions to the group.
"I do not dare, Mrs. Potter," Lucius had scoffed, “I am a Malfoy,”
With that, he had smirked at the trio and walked away. Just before he had vanished over the crest of the hill, Severus had faintly heard more words come floating back to them, “’Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would’ like the poor cat in th’adage’”
Severus sighed. He hated it when Lucius made these cryptic comments. It always drove him insane trying to decipher what the blond had intended by them.
Even now, some six hours after, his brain was still straining for the elusive way that the quotation applied to him.
He rubbed his aching head and thought back over what he knew. The "adage" mentioned was an old one - a cat had wanted a fish, yet had been unwilling to enter a stream to catch one, not daring to wet its paws. So how did that apply to him?
He could not rest, turning it over and over in his mind....which had most likely been Lucius\' intent all along.
Damn the man! How had he managed to talk his way out of Azkaban anyway? Only to continue to torment Severus as always. And how had he known it was him?
It took another three glasses of brandy before Severus thought he saw the application to him. He was the cat, afraid of getting his paws wet, or to put it another way, he was the one afraid of living his life. He was the one saying \'I dare not\' when it came to actually living his life.
Life. Living his life. It was still a novel idea to him. He never thought he\'d live past....
He frowned into the fire. Damn Malfoy. Damn Harry. Damn damn damn Ginny for taking Harry from him.
A small voice in his head - the part of him unaffected by the fine alcohol spoke up: She didn\'t take Harry; Severus had spent too long not daring to speak and now Ginny had won.
Damn, damn, damn Malfoy for doing this to him!
Severus had been content to watch, to be the friend to them both, had resolved to keep his own feelings hidden away, and then Lucius Malfoy had turned everything on its head – turned Severus’ world upside down by making him dream things he had no business dreaming.
Harry is not mine. Severus thought. All I ever really owned of him was the memory of his mother.
Another glass of brandy slid down his throat.
That will have to be enough, he thought, even as his brain screamed at him to claim what was his.
“’Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would’…” Lucius words buzzed hollowly in his head. He fumed, sitting still in his chair. It wasn’t a case of “letting” something happen, the time had never been right to share what he felt. He had never had the chance to tell Harry the truth.
“’Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would’…” it echoed in his brain. He could almost swear someone was saying it out loud so that it distorted in the air as it twanged into his mind.
He poured the remnants of the brandy into his glass. “I fuckin’ dare!” he slurred and dashed back the last of the drink. “Lucius won’t make me into his bloody cat!”
He swayed a little and closed his eyes, anger making red dots dance before them.
And in the morning, head pounding, Severus made a stupid decision – he would no longer be the ‘poor cat’. The time had come to say ‘I would’ not ‘I dare not’ to Harry.
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To all our reviewers - thank you! To Aeronwy (sorry if I\'ve spelt that wrong) and DirtyD - a big thank you for your lovely reviews, they made our day.
Oh, and by the way, Shakespeare was a wizard, which is why Lucius is familiar enough with the Bard to quote him appositely on any occasion!
And now, onto the fun!
27
Severus sat alone in the flat that night, a glass of brandy swirling idly in his hand. Ginny and Harry had flown off together on a broomstick to their secret honeymoon destination. Secret to all but Severus, as he had helped Harry choose the perfect place.
He could still smell the fresh June air as it had come off those wild Scottish hills that Harry has selected as the perfect spot for he and Ginny to exchange their vows. His face darkened as he recalled how Lucius\' unwelcome visit had tainted that pure air, but even that had had a more pleasant side-effect - Harry, in the unlikely role of knight errant, had rushed to Severus\' side with:
"Lucius Malfoy, I don\'t recall your name on the invite list. Why are you here at my wedding, badgering my guests?"
Lucius, in his typically arrogant way had replied "Ah. Auror Potter. Far be it for me to miss the social event of the season. After all, it isn\'t everyday the saviour of our world takes a bride.” The blond’s lip had curled into a sneer, “And a lovely bride she is," Lucius had finished with a contemptuous look at Ginny that had set Harry\'s teeth on edge.
Severus had been trapped by the sheer ferocity Harry seemed to be holding in check. His green eyes were hard and dangerous, his fists clenched, and Severus had been ridiculously pleased that Harry felt so strongly about him
And then Ginny had joined in.
Malfoy," Ginny\'s voice had been cold, as cold as Harry\'s had been, and she had glowered at the older man without any sign of fear or concern. "To what do we owe this ‘pleasure’? I\'m sure you didn\'t just come here to see a pureblood sully herself by marrying a half blood. Oh, but wait...he\'s the Saviour. That makes all the difference, doesn\'t it?" she had spat nastily.
"How delightfully you treat your guests," Lucius had observed lightly, almost as if he hadn\'t noticed the sudden drop in temperature in his immediate vicinity.
"You are no guest of ours," Ginny had started, and Harry had continued,
"However you manipulated yourself an invite, you are no guest of ours."
Lucius had drawn himself up, sneer in place, arrogance personified as he had eyed the newlyweds before turning to Severus. “’Well, well, he was the covert\'st shelter\'d traitor/that ever lived’”
Ginny had looked blank for a moment, before fury had sparked in her brown eyes. "How dare you!" she had almost shrieked, drawing some of the guests’ attentions to the group.
"I do not dare, Mrs. Potter," Lucius had scoffed, “I am a Malfoy,”
With that, he had smirked at the trio and walked away. Just before he had vanished over the crest of the hill, Severus had faintly heard more words come floating back to them, “’Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would’ like the poor cat in th’adage’”
Severus sighed. He hated it when Lucius made these cryptic comments. It always drove him insane trying to decipher what the blond had intended by them.
Even now, some six hours after, his brain was still straining for the elusive way that the quotation applied to him.
He rubbed his aching head and thought back over what he knew. The "adage" mentioned was an old one - a cat had wanted a fish, yet had been unwilling to enter a stream to catch one, not daring to wet its paws. So how did that apply to him?
He could not rest, turning it over and over in his mind....which had most likely been Lucius\' intent all along.
Damn the man! How had he managed to talk his way out of Azkaban anyway? Only to continue to torment Severus as always. And how had he known it was him?
It took another three glasses of brandy before Severus thought he saw the application to him. He was the cat, afraid of getting his paws wet, or to put it another way, he was the one afraid of living his life. He was the one saying \'I dare not\' when it came to actually living his life.
Life. Living his life. It was still a novel idea to him. He never thought he\'d live past....
He frowned into the fire. Damn Malfoy. Damn Harry. Damn damn damn Ginny for taking Harry from him.
A small voice in his head - the part of him unaffected by the fine alcohol spoke up: She didn\'t take Harry; Severus had spent too long not daring to speak and now Ginny had won.
Damn, damn, damn Malfoy for doing this to him!
Severus had been content to watch, to be the friend to them both, had resolved to keep his own feelings hidden away, and then Lucius Malfoy had turned everything on its head – turned Severus’ world upside down by making him dream things he had no business dreaming.
Harry is not mine. Severus thought. All I ever really owned of him was the memory of his mother.
Another glass of brandy slid down his throat.
That will have to be enough, he thought, even as his brain screamed at him to claim what was his.
“’Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would’…” Lucius words buzzed hollowly in his head. He fumed, sitting still in his chair. It wasn’t a case of “letting” something happen, the time had never been right to share what he felt. He had never had the chance to tell Harry the truth.
“’Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would’…” it echoed in his brain. He could almost swear someone was saying it out loud so that it distorted in the air as it twanged into his mind.
He poured the remnants of the brandy into his glass. “I fuckin’ dare!” he slurred and dashed back the last of the drink. “Lucius won’t make me into his bloody cat!”
He swayed a little and closed his eyes, anger making red dots dance before them.
And in the morning, head pounding, Severus made a stupid decision – he would no longer be the ‘poor cat’. The time had come to say ‘I would’ not ‘I dare not’ to Harry.
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