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Bribing the Potions Master

Title: Bribing the Potions Master
Author: emcue
Genre: slash
Pairing: Lucius/Snape
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling, not me.
Note: Done for the Azkaban challenge at blond_azkaban. This is Harry Potter slash with a somewhat angsty ending.


Snape walked out of the Slytherin common room and headed back to his own classroom. He had had to deal with a few mishaps from the students in his house and he was happy to be done with it. Potter had managed to land Crabbe and Goyle in detention. Snape wasn’t sure how, but he would certainly be able to manage to take at least fifty points from Gryffindor during double Potions later that day.

He walked quickly, lips tight, robes swishing as he turned corners. He slammed into his office and shut the door. He took a quick inventory of his ingredients.

“Severus.”
Snape turned. He raised an eyebrow. “Have a nice stay at Azkaban, Lucius?”
“Very funny.” Lucius crossed his arms over his chest. “I escaped.”
“So I see.” Snape walked over to his desk calmly. He pulled out his chair and sat down, facing Lucius. “And you thought you’d come here? Where Dumbledore is sure to be?”
Lucius snarled. “I sent him off from the school. Forged an urgent owl from Fudge.”
“Very impressive,” smirked Snape. “Then I must assume that you came to see me.”
Lucius stepped from around the cauldron behind which he’d been hiding. “Yes, Severus - I came to see you.”
“Why? Surely you realise that Dumbledore doesn’t trust me.”
Lucius moved closer. “I think he does. Why else would he keep you here, now?”
“To keep a close eye on me.”
“He doesn’t need you here for that.”
Snape folded his hands into his lap. “You know what he’s capable of.”
Lucius sat in the chair opposite Snape. “I do. That’s why I think you’re helping him.”
Snape’s lip curled. “And why would I help him? After what he did?”
Lucius shrugged. “Why don’t you tell me, Severus?”
“Honestly, Lucius. If I were in league with Dumbledore, you wouldn’t be conscious right now.” Snape’s hand went into his robes and he pulled out a wand, fingering it gently. “You don’t have a wand...do you, Lucius?”
Lucius swallowed, keeping his eyes on Snape’s wand. “No. They destroyed mine when they took me in.” His anger flared. “Fine thing of them - I spend all this time bribing that stupid oaf Fudge, all to be treated like a common criminal.”
“How did you expect them to treat you? Like a really pricey criminal?” Snape could see Lucius’ hands clench into fists. “Careful, Lucius.”
Lucius huffed. He sat back in his chair slowly, giving Snape a snide look. “That better? I have my hands where you can see them,” he said as he placed his hands on his knees.
“Yes.” The gleam in Snape’s eyes was unnerving. “What do you want, Lucius?”
“I need you to help me.”
“With what?”
“I need to see my son.”
“Draco?”
“Do I have another son, Severus?”
“Why do you need to see Draco?”
“I need to give him something.”
Snape looked away. “Do you have to take him from the premises?”
“You know the answer to that,” answered Lucius in a low voice.
Snape’s hand tightened around his wand. “No.”
“What?”
“I said no.”
Lucius stood up. “You dare defy a Malfoy?”
“You won’t be taking Draco. I won’t have you give that to him.”
“It’s not your place to tell me what to do with my son,” snarled Lucius.
Snape spoke quietly. “You will not take him from the grounds. If you leave now, I won’t stop you. But Draco remains here.”
“How can you deny him? How can you not let him reach his true destiny? He’s been an utter failure as a student here - let him achieve greatness in the ways that he can.”
“I said no!”
Lucius laughed coldly. “You sound positively frightened, Severus.”
Snape stood. He pulled back the robes from his arm. “You want him to live with this? To have it burn when the Dark Lord calls?” Snape began walking over towards Lucius, hissing his words through his teeth. “Writhing in agony when the Dark Lord is angry? Tied to him? Unable to think for himself? No chance to survive?”
“Yes, that is what I want for my son.”
Snape was standing right in front of Lucius. “Leave, Lucius. Just go.”
“You’re not going to turn me in?”
“Just go.”

Lucius smirked. He grabbed onto Snape’s wand hand, pulling up the robe. “I remember when you got this. I was there.”
Snape stared at Lucius in hatred. “I know.”
Lucius smiled at Snape’s anger. “I held you afterwards - do you remember? You couldn’t even walk. Everyone else cried but you held it in. The Dark Lord was very impressed with you. What a promising pupil he had.” Lucius ran a finger along the Dark Mark on Snape’s arm. “I watched over you. I kissed away the pain.”
Snape continued to stare. “I know,” he repeated in a softer tone. “That’s why I’m letting you go now.”
Lucius cocked his head to one side. “Has it been hurting lately, Severus?”
“Go.”
Lucius pulled the back the robes further. He took Snape’s arm in his hands, bending it towards himself and kissing it lightly. Snape watched, standing rigid, an embarrassing heat pooling near the pit of his stomach. Lucius kissed again and Snape snatched back his arm. Lucius grabbed for it again. He pulled up the robes around his own Dark Mark and pressed it to Snape’s. “Do you feel it? He calls.”
“I feel it,” answered Snape in a hoarse whisper.
“He calls. We must answer.”
“No.”
Lucius pressed their forearms together harder. “We must answer.”
Snape’s will flickered under Lucius’ strong words. He felt the faint beginnings of the Imperius curse; Lucius had always managed well with a wand and it wasn‘t surprising to see that he could still manage some magic on his own merits. Snape looked Lucius in the eye. “I won’t answer.”
“Then you do work for Dumbledore.”
“I work for myself.”
“I see.” Lucius leaned closer, bring his mouth to Snape’s ear. “The Dark Lord won’t be pleased.”
“I don’t care,” spat Snape.
“He’ll want revenge,” he whispered harshly. He felt Snape shiver against him. He closed the gap, feeling the angry heat from Snape’s body. “He’ll come after you. And I’ll lead him straight here.”
Snape laughed mirthlessly. “The Dark Lord will die before he ever gets into Hogwarts.”
Lucius pushed Snape away; Snape falling against the bookshelf. Lucius advanced towards him, eyes flaring. “How DARE you say that? The Dark Lord is all-powerful - he’ll never die!”
“You’ll want to keep your voice down. Someone might just discover you.” Lucius looked nervously at the door and Snape laughed. “Some Dark Servant you are - afraid of students. And you think you can save the Dark Lord?”
“If you help me. Help me, Severus.”
“No. Get out.”
Lucius looked as if he was going to strike and Snape prepared himself; instead, Lucius composed himself and walked leisurely towards Snape. “Very well.” He eyed the wand and Snape placed it back in his robes. “It was fun knowing you, Severus. It’ll be sad to see you go.”
“I’ll be sure to mourn you when you’re dead.”

For a minute, nothing was said. The two men looked at each other, old memories flooding through their heads. Fear of death and the knowledge of what was to come penetrated their minds. At the same moment, they grasped each other desperately, Lucius forcing his lips against those of Severus. They kissed violently, giving into their fright. Lucius swirled his tongue around in Snape’s mouth, tasting the familiar warmth and recalling days of youth when the two had spent more intimate times together; Severus had been with him through training; they’d killed Muggles together; and now, it was over. Everything was finished.

Their bodies moved against one another, pushing heat against heat. Snape’s hand snaked through Lucius’ long hair and he pulled. Lucius growled and kissed him harder, grabbing Snape’s hair and pulling him close. Snape’s hand landed on Lucius’ soft neck and he scratched, leaving a small cut.

The kiss was over and they looked at each other, breathing hard. Lucius kissed Snape one more time, quickly but tenderly.

“Go,” said Snape.
Lucius’ hands left Snape abruptly as he turned. Snape cast a quick vanishing spell on him; Lucius felt a warm, then cold feeling as he disappeared from view. He put his hand on the knob and looked back. Snape was looking at the floor, hands clutching the bookshelf.

“Goodbye, Severus.”

Snape heard the voice from the door which closed soon after. He let out a sigh, collecting himself. He stood up straight, brushing his hair back from his face. He straightened out his robes and cleared his throat. He looked at the door. The next time he saw Lucius, he knew that one of them would die. Their friendship was over - he’d have to forget the old Lucius. He’d have to forget. And he’d have to start now.

“Goodbye, Lucius Malfoy.”
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