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Title: Splat
Character Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Prompt: Splat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 291
Author's Notes: *slash
Link to Prompt Table: http://sillypowers.livejournal.com/4098.html
Splat.
Severus Snape wanted to blame Harry Potter for this. He really did.
Splat. Gurgle. Moan.
But this was obviously the work of the Weasley girl. Her Bat Bogey Hexes were legendary, and had gotten her more than one detention.
Gurgle. Moan. Gasp.
And now that Draco could breathe, the tirade started. He, too, wanted to blame Potter for this. And, with less sense than one would expect from a Malfoy, but just as much passion, he did. Loudly and repeatedly.
Severus remained silent, letting Draco rant. He carefully cleaned Draco's face and nose, just as he had when the boy was an infant. So often when he looked at Draco he saw that child. The petty, pointed, angry youth before him was overlaid with visions of a pudgy, chortling toddler. Such memories were all he had left of his chosen family.
The beast who had reigned over his childhood and his poor, beaten-down mother were not a proper family. He never thought he would have one. But when he had belonged to Lucius... When Narcissa had accepted him, and Draco had loved him. That was when he had had a proper family. For just over a year. Before that twisted madman exposed his true nature and destroyed everything Severus loved. Voldemort made Tobias Snape look like Father Christmas.
Now Lucius was at the Department of Mysteries, and Snape had set Dumbledore and the Aurors upon him. There was no choice. The bloody Boy Who Lived had to escape. He was the only hope the wizarding world had of escaping from Voldemort's clutches. Severus Snape, as always, did what had to be done. He cleaned up Draco, shoved Lucius out of his mind, and ignored the sound his heart made.
Splat.
Character Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape
Prompt: Splat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 291
Author's Notes: *slash
Link to Prompt Table: http://sillypowers.livejournal.com/4098.html
Splat.
Severus Snape wanted to blame Harry Potter for this. He really did.
Splat. Gurgle. Moan.
But this was obviously the work of the Weasley girl. Her Bat Bogey Hexes were legendary, and had gotten her more than one detention.
Gurgle. Moan. Gasp.
And now that Draco could breathe, the tirade started. He, too, wanted to blame Potter for this. And, with less sense than one would expect from a Malfoy, but just as much passion, he did. Loudly and repeatedly.
Severus remained silent, letting Draco rant. He carefully cleaned Draco's face and nose, just as he had when the boy was an infant. So often when he looked at Draco he saw that child. The petty, pointed, angry youth before him was overlaid with visions of a pudgy, chortling toddler. Such memories were all he had left of his chosen family.
The beast who had reigned over his childhood and his poor, beaten-down mother were not a proper family. He never thought he would have one. But when he had belonged to Lucius... When Narcissa had accepted him, and Draco had loved him. That was when he had had a proper family. For just over a year. Before that twisted madman exposed his true nature and destroyed everything Severus loved. Voldemort made Tobias Snape look like Father Christmas.
Now Lucius was at the Department of Mysteries, and Snape had set Dumbledore and the Aurors upon him. There was no choice. The bloody Boy Who Lived had to escape. He was the only hope the wizarding world had of escaping from Voldemort's clutches. Severus Snape, as always, did what had to be done. He cleaned up Draco, shoved Lucius out of his mind, and ignored the sound his heart made.
Splat.