A/N: Don't whine! I'm sorry if you thought I was leading you on, but chill! The action is here! Just remember, that action is **slash** action, male with male. Also, remember, first lemon. Please don't be expecting too much.
The back button comes in very handy if you do not wish to read about such things. I'll tell you when your last chance to hit it before the action starts. All flames you feel the need to send will thus be the direct result of your stubborness/stupidity/inability to read the font size you selected all that well. So just save us all the hassle and be on the look-out for my double-brackets: [[A/N]] I would also like to take this opportunity to remind readers that I respect other people's negative feelings about homosexual relationships. But I also hope that those who do not approve of such relationships will respect my right to write such stories and the rights of those who wish to read them.
Possible tie-in with "Morningstar's Requiem," if you dear readers wish it so.
"A Very Good Friend I Don't Know at All"
a harry potter: the forgotten people fanfic
Later that day...
Severus pulled the ring out of his pocket for the tenth time and studied it closely. The ring was a snake with its tail wrapped around its own neck. A single black pearl was held in the snake's mouth. It seemed to suggest a possessiveness about whoever sent it to him.
Severus was intensely interested in symbols. He believed that nothing that a person does is random; everything that they chose to do was indicative of a reason. The black pearl no doubt was meant to be him, for his coloring was mostly black, despite his pale skin. The snake of course meant 'Slythrin,' but whether it was supposed to be him or this mysterious gift-giver, he couldn't decide. The silver was also important. He would look for someone whose jewelry was predominately silver.
He pocketed the ring once more.
****
Lucius sat down and tried to further the work of Mathias Pirelinus, but soon gave up because he kept scribbling little notes on his parchment. Notes like, 'Find out if S likes chocolate. Prefer stawberries or cherries?' and such. He folded the sheet up, then got up and tossed it in the fireplace.
The secret door leading to the Slythrin common room from the dungeons opened. Severus walked in, threw his bookbag on the floor, and flopped into one of the high-backed chairs next to the fire. Lucius watched with interest as he took a ring out of his pocket and commenced studying it.
"Doesn't look like the Potions homework you've got there," Lucius remarked in an off-hand voice. Severus jumped and closed his fist around the piece of jewelry.
"What's it to you?" Severus retorted, the ice in his voice dropping the temperature of the room about two degrees Fahrenheit. Lucius came around behind the back of the chair and poked his head around over Severus's shoulder. Severus twisted in his seat to face the blond and glared at him, snarling, "Stop bothering me!"
"I only wondered whether you liked my little gift." Lucius murmured softly.
Whatever answer Severus was prepared for, it certainly wasn't that. He stared at Lucius in obvious surprise and stammered, "Wh-what did you say?"
"The ring. Do you like it?"
Numbly, Severus nodded. Lucius smiled. Severus stood and went without a word to pick up his bookbag. Confused, Lucius trailed him and asked,
"Severus, are you okay?"
"Um...yes. Fine..." Severus muttered in a disjointed, dazed voice. Lucius grabbed his arm to steady the younger boy and demanded,
"What's wrong, Severus?"
"Nothing." Severus shook his head violently. The ice was back in his voice, but splintering, as he snapped, "Was this some big joke of yours? Do you like playing with people's emotions or something?"
Lucius stared. "What was that?"
Severus wrenched his arm from the blond's grasp and said harshly, "Leave me alone. Just don't ever talk to me again, Malfoy."
"No!" Lucius cried, "Severus, you don't understand!" [[A/N: Don't know why you'd still be here, but if you don't like slash, go hit the back button now!]]
Fire flared up in Severus's eyes as he snarled, "Damn you," and slapped Lucius across the face with all his strength. Lucius stumbled back, reeling from the force of the blow. Severus shouted, "There's nothing else to fucking understand than the fact that you led me on for your own twisted kicks!"
Lucius's eyes were wide silver pools, watching Severus with silent pain, his cheek cradled in one hand as a spreading purplish bruise bloomed there.
Severus went a whiter shade of pale than usual and his voice was full of torment as he whispered, "Why?"
"I didn't lead you on," Lucius answered just as quietly. "I love you."
Severus covered his face with his hands and sank to the floor with a tiny whimper. Almost without thinking of it, Lucius rid himself of the bruise on his face with a simple healing charm and knelt beside the trembling boy. Severus sobbed, "You can't love me. You can't."
"Why not?"
"Don't you hear what people say about me?" Severus looked up at Lucius after fumbling for a handkerchief in his pockets. He dried his eyes and continued, "How I'm evil and disgusting and ugly..."
"You're beautiful." Lucius replied gently. "You're absolutely beautiful to me. Don't listen to people like that."
Severus shuddered. "It's difficult. It's so difficult." He sighed and glanced at Lucius again, muttering sardonically, "I don't understand how someone like you could love someone like me."
"What do you mean, 'someone like me'?" Lucius asked, wrapping Severus in his arms. Severus shut his eyes, and replied,
"You're an angel."
"Then understand this," Lucius murmured, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He pulled away before Severus had a chance to respond, and whispered softly against the other boy's lips, "I love you. I've loved you for a long time. I just haven't had the courage to tell you."
"Don't leave me," Severus whimpered, before he could stop himself.
****
He would probably never figure out how they got into Lucius's room without apparating, and apparating was impossible within Hogwarts. Severus decided to just go with it as they tumbled to the curtained bed, Lucius's hands already working his robes loose, his lips seeking out newly exposed skin to caress. The drapes around the four-poster slid shut with a flick of Lucius's wrist, and they were enveloped in a velvety quiet that could only be the work of a silencing charm.
His own hands explored Lucius's body with an almost reverential awe. When they kissed, he submitted to the older boy's lustful force willingly. Everything was dazzlingly wonderful, especially the responses of pleasure from Lucius for his hesitant kisses and touches.
And then, with one whispered request, Severus nodded his acquiescence and asked in a meek voice, "Will it hurt?"
"I'll try not to," Lucius answered. -But, Lord, is it going to be difficult,- he finished silently.
****
Severus sounded like he was at prayer, moaning out, "Oh, God, oh God, God, God..." as Lucius thrust rhythmically in and out of his body.
There was most definitely pain, but it was different than what Severus had expected. It changed, like a crystal flashing in the sunlight, from pain to pleasure and back again. Lucius was holding him, carefully shifting his body into a slight arch, thrusting in further to his now-louder cries.
Then suddenly, Severus groaned, "Christ, *Lucius*!" and everything went dark with their thunderous orgasm.
****
****
February 1978, the next day.
They were merciless. They pelted him and his friends with Puffapods in Herbology and got Slythrin docked twenty points because Professor Sprout thought that the Slythrins were being clumsy. But Severus could deal with it. The spoiled brats who called themselves the Marauders were always like this.
And besides, everything looks a little different when you're in love with someone who's in love with you.
END
A/N: No bitching! I did the best I could, and I know it's not very good. Please help my low self-esteem and review.
The back button comes in very handy if you do not wish to read about such things. I'll tell you when your last chance to hit it before the action starts. All flames you feel the need to send will thus be the direct result of your stubborness/stupidity/inability to read the font size you selected all that well. So just save us all the hassle and be on the look-out for my double-brackets: [[A/N]] I would also like to take this opportunity to remind readers that I respect other people's negative feelings about homosexual relationships. But I also hope that those who do not approve of such relationships will respect my right to write such stories and the rights of those who wish to read them.
Possible tie-in with "Morningstar's Requiem," if you dear readers wish it so.
"A Very Good Friend I Don't Know at All"
a harry potter: the forgotten people fanfic
Later that day...
Severus pulled the ring out of his pocket for the tenth time and studied it closely. The ring was a snake with its tail wrapped around its own neck. A single black pearl was held in the snake's mouth. It seemed to suggest a possessiveness about whoever sent it to him.
Severus was intensely interested in symbols. He believed that nothing that a person does is random; everything that they chose to do was indicative of a reason. The black pearl no doubt was meant to be him, for his coloring was mostly black, despite his pale skin. The snake of course meant 'Slythrin,' but whether it was supposed to be him or this mysterious gift-giver, he couldn't decide. The silver was also important. He would look for someone whose jewelry was predominately silver.
He pocketed the ring once more.
****
Lucius sat down and tried to further the work of Mathias Pirelinus, but soon gave up because he kept scribbling little notes on his parchment. Notes like, 'Find out if S likes chocolate. Prefer stawberries or cherries?' and such. He folded the sheet up, then got up and tossed it in the fireplace.
The secret door leading to the Slythrin common room from the dungeons opened. Severus walked in, threw his bookbag on the floor, and flopped into one of the high-backed chairs next to the fire. Lucius watched with interest as he took a ring out of his pocket and commenced studying it.
"Doesn't look like the Potions homework you've got there," Lucius remarked in an off-hand voice. Severus jumped and closed his fist around the piece of jewelry.
"What's it to you?" Severus retorted, the ice in his voice dropping the temperature of the room about two degrees Fahrenheit. Lucius came around behind the back of the chair and poked his head around over Severus's shoulder. Severus twisted in his seat to face the blond and glared at him, snarling, "Stop bothering me!"
"I only wondered whether you liked my little gift." Lucius murmured softly.
Whatever answer Severus was prepared for, it certainly wasn't that. He stared at Lucius in obvious surprise and stammered, "Wh-what did you say?"
"The ring. Do you like it?"
Numbly, Severus nodded. Lucius smiled. Severus stood and went without a word to pick up his bookbag. Confused, Lucius trailed him and asked,
"Severus, are you okay?"
"Um...yes. Fine..." Severus muttered in a disjointed, dazed voice. Lucius grabbed his arm to steady the younger boy and demanded,
"What's wrong, Severus?"
"Nothing." Severus shook his head violently. The ice was back in his voice, but splintering, as he snapped, "Was this some big joke of yours? Do you like playing with people's emotions or something?"
Lucius stared. "What was that?"
Severus wrenched his arm from the blond's grasp and said harshly, "Leave me alone. Just don't ever talk to me again, Malfoy."
"No!" Lucius cried, "Severus, you don't understand!" [[A/N: Don't know why you'd still be here, but if you don't like slash, go hit the back button now!]]
Fire flared up in Severus's eyes as he snarled, "Damn you," and slapped Lucius across the face with all his strength. Lucius stumbled back, reeling from the force of the blow. Severus shouted, "There's nothing else to fucking understand than the fact that you led me on for your own twisted kicks!"
Lucius's eyes were wide silver pools, watching Severus with silent pain, his cheek cradled in one hand as a spreading purplish bruise bloomed there.
Severus went a whiter shade of pale than usual and his voice was full of torment as he whispered, "Why?"
"I didn't lead you on," Lucius answered just as quietly. "I love you."
Severus covered his face with his hands and sank to the floor with a tiny whimper. Almost without thinking of it, Lucius rid himself of the bruise on his face with a simple healing charm and knelt beside the trembling boy. Severus sobbed, "You can't love me. You can't."
"Why not?"
"Don't you hear what people say about me?" Severus looked up at Lucius after fumbling for a handkerchief in his pockets. He dried his eyes and continued, "How I'm evil and disgusting and ugly..."
"You're beautiful." Lucius replied gently. "You're absolutely beautiful to me. Don't listen to people like that."
Severus shuddered. "It's difficult. It's so difficult." He sighed and glanced at Lucius again, muttering sardonically, "I don't understand how someone like you could love someone like me."
"What do you mean, 'someone like me'?" Lucius asked, wrapping Severus in his arms. Severus shut his eyes, and replied,
"You're an angel."
"Then understand this," Lucius murmured, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He pulled away before Severus had a chance to respond, and whispered softly against the other boy's lips, "I love you. I've loved you for a long time. I just haven't had the courage to tell you."
"Don't leave me," Severus whimpered, before he could stop himself.
****
He would probably never figure out how they got into Lucius's room without apparating, and apparating was impossible within Hogwarts. Severus decided to just go with it as they tumbled to the curtained bed, Lucius's hands already working his robes loose, his lips seeking out newly exposed skin to caress. The drapes around the four-poster slid shut with a flick of Lucius's wrist, and they were enveloped in a velvety quiet that could only be the work of a silencing charm.
His own hands explored Lucius's body with an almost reverential awe. When they kissed, he submitted to the older boy's lustful force willingly. Everything was dazzlingly wonderful, especially the responses of pleasure from Lucius for his hesitant kisses and touches.
And then, with one whispered request, Severus nodded his acquiescence and asked in a meek voice, "Will it hurt?"
"I'll try not to," Lucius answered. -But, Lord, is it going to be difficult,- he finished silently.
****
Severus sounded like he was at prayer, moaning out, "Oh, God, oh God, God, God..." as Lucius thrust rhythmically in and out of his body.
There was most definitely pain, but it was different than what Severus had expected. It changed, like a crystal flashing in the sunlight, from pain to pleasure and back again. Lucius was holding him, carefully shifting his body into a slight arch, thrusting in further to his now-louder cries.
Then suddenly, Severus groaned, "Christ, *Lucius*!" and everything went dark with their thunderous orgasm.
****
****
February 1978, the next day.
They were merciless. They pelted him and his friends with Puffapods in Herbology and got Slythrin docked twenty points because Professor Sprout thought that the Slythrins were being clumsy. But Severus could deal with it. The spoiled brats who called themselves the Marauders were always like this.
And besides, everything looks a little different when you're in love with someone who's in love with you.
END
A/N: No bitching! I did the best I could, and I know it's not very good. Please help my low self-esteem and review.