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"You shouldn't let them get away with this, Snape." Lucius sat back on his heels. The library was nearly empty, two giggling ravenclaw second years in the opposite corner and of course Madame Pince Glaring at all of them behind a book she was examining. Lucius tried not to look at her, something about the woman was just repulsive.

"I don't let them!" Severus sniffed, the sound vibrating loud in his long nose. He gripped his forearm, Lucius knew of the scars that ran down it. Bloody half breed, he had half a mind to put the blasted thing out of his misery.

"I don't believe that at all. How could you not? It's just those two blood traitors, their pet werewolf, and their crazed fanboy. You had more skill than all of them combined the moment you walked in the school. I know it. You will not prove me wrong."

Snape turned his head, greasy black hair falling around his face. Lucius couldn't see him scowling, but he felt the heat of it none the less.

"Why do you even care, Malfoy? What am I to you?" Snape snapped.

"An asset. And a friend."

Severus laughed bitterly. "A friend, eh? When did this happen?"

Lucius put a hand on his shoulder. Severus sank back slightly away from the touch, and lifted his head. Lucius looked into the dead black eyes.

"I don't know."

"Surprise surprise. You wouldn't even care if the dark-lord..." Lucius placed a slender had over Severus' mouth, silencing him.

"You will not talk of him here, if you have any sense of self preservation at all, Snape." Lucius hissed. "But you are partly right. I never would have taken notice of you if he hadn't been involved. But, you have proven to be interesting, and helpful to me personally. I do think of you as a friend." Lucius smiled, widening the grin when Snape's eyes narrowed. "Don't say you don't think of me fondly."

Snape sighed, sinking further onto the floor. "It doesn't matter."

"It does. And next time those bastard Griffindores come after you, I'll personally make sure they regret it."

Lucius noticed he'd started rubbing circles into the younger man's back. He quickly pulled away, gaining a strange look from Severus.

"Lucius, I..."

"Library's CLOSED! GET OUT!" Madame Pince screeched.

When Lucius looked up he found himself alone with the haggish librarian. Rather than stay and be bitched at and threatened, he leisurely made his way back to the common room.

He smiled to himself as a group of girls giggled and waved to him. He didn't know why they even tried, it was well known he was engaged to Narcissa Black. He sighed. While he had no real problem with Narcissa, she was boring, as where most of the pureblood girls. Sheltered, and vain. They did what they were bred to, have children for their husbands and not much of anything else. Look pretty. It was so trivial.

His mind drifted back to Snape. Now that little bastard was amusing. Angry, shy, poor, awkward, all things Lucius was foreign too. He would become friends with him, if not only to amuse himself. Lucius looked to his pocket watch. Almost 8. He entered the common room, greeted by the Lestrange brothers.

"Want to go down to the lake Lucius?" Rodolphus chuckled.

"No. I have business to attend to, my friend." Lucius brushed him off. Rodolphus shrugged, returning the previous conversation with his brother. Maneuvering past a group of second years, he made his way up to the third year boys' dorm room.

Everything was dark green and cold, despite the drapes hung across the stone walls of the dungeon.

"Oh Snape, m'boy." Lucius cooed. He heard movement behind the curtains of one of the large four posted beds. He pulled it back, uncovering a glaring, shirtless Snape.

"What the hell do you want?" Snape sneered, covering his painfully thin chest with the large forrest green quilt.

"Aww Snape, you don't have to be shy." Lucius pulled the quilt out of his hands, eyes searching the exposed skin. He was mildly disgusted by how thin Severus was, and slightly horrified by the scars. Some looked to be burn marks, probably from a cigarette. "What the hell happened to you?"

"None of your business."

"Tell me." Lucius tried to looked caring and thoughtful.

"Bugger off."

"Hmph. I guess I won't invite you to spend the night in my room, instead of this crowded dorm." While the dorm wasn't even close to crowded, Lucius knew how much Snape hated being around his peers.

"What?"

"I was getting lonely in my private room, you did know I had a private room, didn't you? Well, I thought it would be a good way to bond." Lucius snickered.

Snape's expression was sour at best. "....you're sick, you know that don't you?"

"Perhaps. Now tell me what happened."

Severus glared, thinking it over. His tongue moved inside his mouth, as if he'd find an acceptable answer somewhere in his teeth.

"My dad." He looked away. Lucius looked into his black eyes, realizing that was all he was going to get.

"You really are an unlucky thing, aren't you?"

Severus got up, grabbing a shirt. He fumbled with it, then slipped it over himself. Lucius looked at the patching on it.

"When's your birthday Snape?"

"January 9th." Severus looked him over suspiciously.

Lucius mock gasped. "I missed it?!? Well then, I'll have to buy you a new wardrobe to make up for it."

"You're getting crazier by the second."

Lucius laughed. "You have no idea. Boredom begets insanity."

Snape went through the small dresser at the foot of his bed, pulling out clothing for the next day. "Boredom? With all the money your family has?"

Lucius scoffed. "Kid, I have everything I could want. I'll never need to work as long as I live, and even if I do, it won't matter. I'm extremely bored."

"And you're using me to fix it?"

"Maybe. Get your shit and let's leave already."

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Lucius smiled tapping a brick in an dead end corridor of the dungeons. The large stones sprang away from the site, revealing a black iron door.

"Welcome to the Slytherin Head Boy's room, Mr. Snape." Lucius gave a bowing gesture, the door opened, and Severus walked into the room, eyes never leaving his host.

The room was much more pleasant than that of the other boys, a small sitting area with dark wooden coffee table, and a dark leather love seat and chair. The room was illuminated by the same lanterns as the dungeon. A grand king sized bed was on the wall opposite the living area, two doors on the wall between, to the bathroom and a closet. The bathroom was a smaller version of the prefect bathroom, though it was still huge for a lone bather.

"Hmpf." was the only reaction given by the third year, his face blank.

"Like it, do you?" Lucius smirked.

"Where do I sleep?"

"Hmmm. In the bed."

Severus eyed Lucius. "Where will you sleep then?"

"In the bed."

Severus' look was slightly horrified.

Lucius giggled inwardly. Amusing indeed. "The Dark Lord needs us to trust each other, does he not?"

"...I suppose. I don't know why I even joined him sometimes." Severus dropped his clothing, glaring at nothing in particular.

Lucius scowled. "What do you mean? We need to keep magic in the wizarding community, not in the hands of filthy mudbloods and halfbloods. It'll turn us all into filthy squibs."

"I know. No one hates muggles and their like more than me. But sometimes, it's almost not worth it."

"Oh? Well, you have time to adjust. The Dark Lord won't want much with you until after graduation. He has no use for children."

"I am no child!"

Lucius praised himself for inviting this boy into his room. "I see. Well, if you are not a child, surely you would enjoy a drink with me?"

Severus bit his lip. Lucius found his eyes tracing the boy's mouth. He snapped out of his trance as quickly as he went into it.

"Well, Snape?"

"Sure."

"Good man!"

Lucius walked over to the sitting area, conjuring two glasses of deep plum colored wine. "This is some good shit, my friend. Elven, from Greece. About 100 years old."

He offered a glass to Severus, who took into quickly, locking eyes with Lucius. The young man smiled, waiting for his guest to take the first sip.

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"Th-they don't care!"

Severus' eyes were glazed. Lucius smiled pleasantly. After the forth glass, Severus had began to spill his guts out. His muggle father's horrible abuse, his crumbling friendship with Lily Evans, his horrible encounter with the werewolf. He currently was on the topic of the little group of Griffindores that had made a hobby of tormenting him.

"And I wouldn't care! Nuh Uh! But that Black, Black, Black, Black. He has such a pretty bum! Potter too! Nice bum." Lucius spluttered his wine. What the hell?!

"I like the werewolf best though. Mhm, mmmmmmmmmmm..... soft face. Soft lips! I wanna kisssssssssssss..." Severus was nearly falling out of his chair. Lucius went to help him up. He grabbed Snape under his skinny arms, hoisting him up. Severus looked at him curiously. And then it hit him.

Severus was quick, Lucius would have to give him that. He didn't even notice falling to the floor. All he could register was the boy on top of him, wetly kissing him. The mixture of saliva and wine was interesting, but the kiss was sloppy and unrehearsed.

Soon all movement above Lucius stopped. He opened his eyes, wondering absently when he had closed them. His looked over Snape's pale face. The tip of his nose was bright pink, his eyelids closed softly. Lucius watched him breath for a few moments before sliding out from under him.

"You really are something kid." Lucius chuckled to himself. Never would he have guessed Snape was homosexual, or at least bi. But being attracted to his tormentors? He was setting himself up for abuse and general hurt.

He half dragged, half carried Severus to his bed, tucking him in lightly. He ran a hand over the younger boy's sweaty face, smiling a little when Severus shuddered.

He then went to his closet and brought out a pillow and quilt for himself. He settled down on the love seat.

"'nite Snape." With a wave of his wand Lucius put out the torches and fell into a restless sleep.

TBC