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rarepair_shortsTitle: Dark Chocolate
Character Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Prompt: Don't you dare
Rating: PG
Word Count: 459
Author's Notes: *slash
Link to Prompt Table: http://sillypowers.livejournal.com/4098.h
Severus Snape had worked hard to learn how to enjoy sophisticated things. Things like caviar. Single-malt scotch. Black coffee. Dark chocolate. He wanted to fit in with the other Slytherins. He wanted to impress Lucius Malfoy. He wanted to be seen as knowing, as mondain.
What he really wanted was quite simple. He just wanted enough. He had never had enough as a child. Not enough love, not enough warmth, not enough to eat. Hogwarts offered plenitude. Endless plates of food. Warm dormitories, with woolen blankets on the four-poster beds. Even his student robes, donated as they were, were warmer than any coat he had ever had. His jumper was still thin and worn, and his socks had more holes than they did threads, but his robes kept him warm even during the Scottish winters. Warmer than he'd ever been before in winter.
He remembered earlier times when he'd had enough to eat. Times when he'd had meals at Lily Evans's house. Her mother always re-filled his plate without comment. He'd shoveled the food in fast enough to make his stomach cramp. But no one ever said a word. He couldn't even bring himself to feel ashamed, or else he might never have enough to eat. Swallowing his pride allowed him to fill his belly at fairly regular intervals, so he got used to it.
It took him less time than you might think to learn not to shovel the food in with such vigor at Hogwarts. It wasn't done. Well, it was done at the Hufflepuff table. And at the Gryffindor table. But not at the Slytherin table. He ate moderately, slowly. But it took strenuous effort at every single meal. Something inside of him never really believed that there would be enough next time.
When Lucius noticed him, Severus began to realize that just holding back wasn't enough. He would have to develop refined tastes. And he did. Lucius fed him olives and cheeses, poured him fine wines. He taught Severus to disdain the British staple of sweet, milky tea in favor of espresso. And he taught Severus how to savor other complexities, other bitter and lovely sensations.
But this, Lucius would not allow.
"Don't you dare, Severus."
"I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to be more involved with the Dark Lord's work."
"I do. I do. You are so gifted, Severus. Too gifted to stoop to such... petty dealings."
"They aren't too petty for you, Lucius. What's the matter? Don't you trust me? Don't you think I can do it?"
"My gods, Severus. I don't want you to do it. I want you to remain pure."
"Pure? Are you joking?"
"I only wish I was. Oh, Merlin. How I wish I was."
Character Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Prompt: Don't you dare
Rating: PG
Word Count: 459
Author's Notes: *slash
Link to Prompt Table: http://sillypowers.livejournal.com/4098.h
Severus Snape had worked hard to learn how to enjoy sophisticated things. Things like caviar. Single-malt scotch. Black coffee. Dark chocolate. He wanted to fit in with the other Slytherins. He wanted to impress Lucius Malfoy. He wanted to be seen as knowing, as mondain.
What he really wanted was quite simple. He just wanted enough. He had never had enough as a child. Not enough love, not enough warmth, not enough to eat. Hogwarts offered plenitude. Endless plates of food. Warm dormitories, with woolen blankets on the four-poster beds. Even his student robes, donated as they were, were warmer than any coat he had ever had. His jumper was still thin and worn, and his socks had more holes than they did threads, but his robes kept him warm even during the Scottish winters. Warmer than he'd ever been before in winter.
He remembered earlier times when he'd had enough to eat. Times when he'd had meals at Lily Evans's house. Her mother always re-filled his plate without comment. He'd shoveled the food in fast enough to make his stomach cramp. But no one ever said a word. He couldn't even bring himself to feel ashamed, or else he might never have enough to eat. Swallowing his pride allowed him to fill his belly at fairly regular intervals, so he got used to it.
It took him less time than you might think to learn not to shovel the food in with such vigor at Hogwarts. It wasn't done. Well, it was done at the Hufflepuff table. And at the Gryffindor table. But not at the Slytherin table. He ate moderately, slowly. But it took strenuous effort at every single meal. Something inside of him never really believed that there would be enough next time.
When Lucius noticed him, Severus began to realize that just holding back wasn't enough. He would have to develop refined tastes. And he did. Lucius fed him olives and cheeses, poured him fine wines. He taught Severus to disdain the British staple of sweet, milky tea in favor of espresso. And he taught Severus how to savor other complexities, other bitter and lovely sensations.
But this, Lucius would not allow.
"Don't you dare, Severus."
"I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to be more involved with the Dark Lord's work."
"I do. I do. You are so gifted, Severus. Too gifted to stoop to such... petty dealings."
"They aren't too petty for you, Lucius. What's the matter? Don't you trust me? Don't you think I can do it?"
"My gods, Severus. I don't want you to do it. I want you to remain pure."
"Pure? Are you joking?"
"I only wish I was. Oh, Merlin. How I wish I was."
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