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Title: Intervention
Pairing: LM/SS
Rating: PG-13
Warning + A/N: I am sitting here wearing stripey pajamas freezing to death with a tray of chocolates but I must bring some fluff before the holiday season ends otherwise I will not forgive myself. This has got young men cuddling, and kissing.
Finally.
Everyone was leaving to return to their homes for Christmas, but not Severus. The Slytherin prefect in charge of taking down the names of those remaining didn't even bother to ask by now if he was staying; it was common knowledge, and his name was almost always the only one on the list.
Severus watched as hordes of students bustled out to the Entrance Hall. He had stacks of books piled around him as he sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, trying to contend with the noise.
All the books were from the Restricted Section; he was possibly the only student Madam Pince had ever taken a liking to, being studious and quiet - in her eyes, the perfect student, who never so much as squeaked in the Library. She had more or less inducted him as a Student Librarian, due to the inordinate amount of time he spent in there, and the number of times he had helped her. Madam Pince was more than happy to provide him with books from the Restricted Section, and if that didn't work, he could simply produce a note from Professor Slughorn.
He was poring over a torn and tattered copy of Moste Potente Potions that Slughorn had cheerfully signed a note for, seeing the boy's admirable prowess for the subject. The stream of students going home for the holidays was thinning, and the noise level was, thankfully, decreasing. Finally, he felt his concentration returning, and was immersed in the text, so much so he lost notice of his surroundings.
"Severus."
He heard his name being mouthed in hot breath beside his ear, and only his trained nerves of steel had prevented him from jumping and clutching on for dear life to the chandelier.
Severus turned, almost angry at being startled so cruelly out of being engrossed, and found the smirking, pale face of Lucius Malfoy looking at him, and his eyes widened.
"How did you - ?"
Lucius flicked the ash from his cigarette onto the stone floor of the Great Hall. "I'm a Malfoy, I can get anywhere I want. Come on, I'm taking you home for the holidays."
Severus rose. "You can't - my parents think I'm here, at Hogwarts, and - "
"- they don't need to know. Simple as that." Lucius grinned.
"My books?" Severus raised an eyebrow at him.
Lucius drew his wand lazily, and flicked it at the books. "Evanesco."
Severus glared at him, but Lucius anticipated his next query. "I'll get Whittred to fetch your things."
He hesistated, looking back at where his books had just been, then back at the smirking blonde in front of him. "Oh, all right," he grumbled. "I'll come with you."
"Excellent, now I don't have to kidnap you." Lucius grinned at an exasperated Severus, leaning in close. "Although, that would have undoubtedly been very interesting..." He licked the shell of his companion's ear, playfully.
Severus jumped. "Will you please - this is a school!" he hissed.
Lucius grabbed him around the waist. "Oh relax, everyone's gone. Then again, Dumbledore might be lurking somewhere, you know how almost bloody omniscient he is. Let's get a move on, shall we?"
They walked out of the Great Hall together, passing the Grey Lady, who fixed Malfoy's cigarette with a disapproving gaze, and he replied with a saucy look. The Grey Lady drew herself up and floated away.
"She's still sore about the time I caught Nearly Headless Nick flirting with her." He laughed. "Oh well, I suppose then they would have all eternity together."
"What happened?" Severus asked, curious.
"He got flustered after I walked in on them and messed up all his carefully rehearsed lines, then sort of gave up." Lucius sniggered, stopping to grind out the cigarette on the floor.
"So... where are your parents?"
Malfoy shrugged. "Off in France visiting my Aunt Lucretia and Aunt Cassiopeia, who's so old she's practically mummified. Never married. My mother's most probably going spend the entire time shopping like a madwoman, and she'll return with armloads of the latest fashion. Of course, some house elves will die in the attempt, but that's life."
"So," he concluded, "we have the entire place to ourselves."
Severus raised another eyebrow at him, and they arrived at the gates of Hogwarts. They could see their breath condense in the cold. He slipped his hand into Lucius's, and they Apparated back to the Mansion.
They made their way to Lucius's bedroom, and Severus was surprised to find the route was vaguely familiar, having passed through it extremely inebriated one night. He grinned to himself at the memory of the events that had transpired.
Upon entering, Malfoy stripped off his sweater, and threw himself onto the bed. Severus stared at him incredulously, shaking his head, then went over to the bed, and sat down at the edge. Lucius made an impatient noise, and pulled him down, eagerly drawing him into a kiss.
He sought to rid Severus of his uniform; succeeding in pulling off his Slytherin tie and shirt, he wrapped long arms and legs around the boy.
Severus tensed, unused to such contact, but lost his stiffness after a few moments. He breathed in the scent of Lucius, his long hair brushing his cheek.
He sighed. "Thank you."
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show me any gratitude for rescuing you from another mundane Christmas." Lucius laughed. He tried to surreptitiously slid one hand down, in between them.
Severus gave an exasperated groan. "Malfoy, it is too cold to be doing anything right now... do try to keep your hands to yourself." He sat up. "Honestly, can't you be in a bed with someone and not shag them into the mattress?"
Malfoy shifted, resting his head on the boy's lap. "I can, but why restrain myself, especially when it comes to you?"
He nudged Severus back against the cushions, and Severus welcomed the warm weight of Malfoy on him. Lucius was laying heated kisses on his neck, feeling it arch as he progressed up. He leaned in further; their mouths met, Lucius coaxing the kiss deeper.
They broke off; Lucius rested his head in the crook of the boy's neck, mouth by his ear.
"Merry Christmas."
"Same to you, Lucius."
They paused, and Lucius settled into Severus. Severus wound his arms around him.
After several moments, Lucius spoke.
"Still cold?"
Pairing: LM/SS
Rating: PG-13
Warning + A/N: I am sitting here wearing stripey pajamas freezing to death with a tray of chocolates but I must bring some fluff before the holiday season ends otherwise I will not forgive myself. This has got young men cuddling, and kissing.
Finally.
Everyone was leaving to return to their homes for Christmas, but not Severus. The Slytherin prefect in charge of taking down the names of those remaining didn't even bother to ask by now if he was staying; it was common knowledge, and his name was almost always the only one on the list.
Severus watched as hordes of students bustled out to the Entrance Hall. He had stacks of books piled around him as he sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, trying to contend with the noise.
All the books were from the Restricted Section; he was possibly the only student Madam Pince had ever taken a liking to, being studious and quiet - in her eyes, the perfect student, who never so much as squeaked in the Library. She had more or less inducted him as a Student Librarian, due to the inordinate amount of time he spent in there, and the number of times he had helped her. Madam Pince was more than happy to provide him with books from the Restricted Section, and if that didn't work, he could simply produce a note from Professor Slughorn.
He was poring over a torn and tattered copy of Moste Potente Potions that Slughorn had cheerfully signed a note for, seeing the boy's admirable prowess for the subject. The stream of students going home for the holidays was thinning, and the noise level was, thankfully, decreasing. Finally, he felt his concentration returning, and was immersed in the text, so much so he lost notice of his surroundings.
"Severus."
He heard his name being mouthed in hot breath beside his ear, and only his trained nerves of steel had prevented him from jumping and clutching on for dear life to the chandelier.
Severus turned, almost angry at being startled so cruelly out of being engrossed, and found the smirking, pale face of Lucius Malfoy looking at him, and his eyes widened.
"How did you - ?"
Lucius flicked the ash from his cigarette onto the stone floor of the Great Hall. "I'm a Malfoy, I can get anywhere I want. Come on, I'm taking you home for the holidays."
Severus rose. "You can't - my parents think I'm here, at Hogwarts, and - "
"- they don't need to know. Simple as that." Lucius grinned.
"My books?" Severus raised an eyebrow at him.
Lucius drew his wand lazily, and flicked it at the books. "Evanesco."
Severus glared at him, but Lucius anticipated his next query. "I'll get Whittred to fetch your things."
He hesistated, looking back at where his books had just been, then back at the smirking blonde in front of him. "Oh, all right," he grumbled. "I'll come with you."
"Excellent, now I don't have to kidnap you." Lucius grinned at an exasperated Severus, leaning in close. "Although, that would have undoubtedly been very interesting..." He licked the shell of his companion's ear, playfully.
Severus jumped. "Will you please - this is a school!" he hissed.
Lucius grabbed him around the waist. "Oh relax, everyone's gone. Then again, Dumbledore might be lurking somewhere, you know how almost bloody omniscient he is. Let's get a move on, shall we?"
They walked out of the Great Hall together, passing the Grey Lady, who fixed Malfoy's cigarette with a disapproving gaze, and he replied with a saucy look. The Grey Lady drew herself up and floated away.
"She's still sore about the time I caught Nearly Headless Nick flirting with her." He laughed. "Oh well, I suppose then they would have all eternity together."
"What happened?" Severus asked, curious.
"He got flustered after I walked in on them and messed up all his carefully rehearsed lines, then sort of gave up." Lucius sniggered, stopping to grind out the cigarette on the floor.
"So... where are your parents?"
Malfoy shrugged. "Off in France visiting my Aunt Lucretia and Aunt Cassiopeia, who's so old she's practically mummified. Never married. My mother's most probably going spend the entire time shopping like a madwoman, and she'll return with armloads of the latest fashion. Of course, some house elves will die in the attempt, but that's life."
"So," he concluded, "we have the entire place to ourselves."
Severus raised another eyebrow at him, and they arrived at the gates of Hogwarts. They could see their breath condense in the cold. He slipped his hand into Lucius's, and they Apparated back to the Mansion.
They made their way to Lucius's bedroom, and Severus was surprised to find the route was vaguely familiar, having passed through it extremely inebriated one night. He grinned to himself at the memory of the events that had transpired.
Upon entering, Malfoy stripped off his sweater, and threw himself onto the bed. Severus stared at him incredulously, shaking his head, then went over to the bed, and sat down at the edge. Lucius made an impatient noise, and pulled him down, eagerly drawing him into a kiss.
He sought to rid Severus of his uniform; succeeding in pulling off his Slytherin tie and shirt, he wrapped long arms and legs around the boy.
Severus tensed, unused to such contact, but lost his stiffness after a few moments. He breathed in the scent of Lucius, his long hair brushing his cheek.
He sighed. "Thank you."
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show me any gratitude for rescuing you from another mundane Christmas." Lucius laughed. He tried to surreptitiously slid one hand down, in between them.
Severus gave an exasperated groan. "Malfoy, it is too cold to be doing anything right now... do try to keep your hands to yourself." He sat up. "Honestly, can't you be in a bed with someone and not shag them into the mattress?"
Malfoy shifted, resting his head on the boy's lap. "I can, but why restrain myself, especially when it comes to you?"
He nudged Severus back against the cushions, and Severus welcomed the warm weight of Malfoy on him. Lucius was laying heated kisses on his neck, feeling it arch as he progressed up. He leaned in further; their mouths met, Lucius coaxing the kiss deeper.
They broke off; Lucius rested his head in the crook of the boy's neck, mouth by his ear.
"Merry Christmas."
"Same to you, Lucius."
They paused, and Lucius settled into Severus. Severus wound his arms around him.
After several moments, Lucius spoke.
"Still cold?"
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