Lucius x Severus

A tale of the brief yet passionate romance between Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape.


1. Preface

The first thing I remember doing that frosty winter's morning, pacing back and forth above the tattered floorboards of the Leaky Cauldron's cheapest guest room, was accidentally catching sight of my reflection in a shattered pane of glass resting upon a worn tabletop. I saw dark hair, about mid length, which is not at all uncommon for a wizard of my age, however it would stick out amongst muggles. I was on Hogwarts business, assisting Albus in helping unearth some valuable information, therefore I was undercover and adorned in muggle attire, as to not attract unwanted attention when I ventured into the parts of London inhabited by non-magic folk, and even though my true loyalties rested in Albus Dumbledore and working as a double agent for him, I couldn't help but worry about what... Certain members of the Dark side would think if they saw me, Severus Snape, Voldemort's 'most loyal' Death Eater dressed as a muggle, the folk that they so dearly wished to destroy. 

I proceeded to head towards Diagon Alley, where the gate to the muggle-dominated region of London was situated, but first remembered I must stop off at Slug and Jiggers to collect the necessary ingredients for a brew that would be required when I arrived in Muggle London. The second I walked into the shop, I froze. There he was, Lucius Malfoy, alone, purchasing the ingredients for what seemed to me to be Confusing Concoction. I waited for a moment, wondering if I should turn back around and leave, but before I could move he turned around and looked me straight in the eyes. His hair seemed to glow, even in the dim light of the ingredients shop. His eyes, a delicate shade of blue glistened with youthful joy as a lazy smile crept up his face, contrasting the weathered appearance of his creased forehead. For such a tall, well built and intimidating figure, his pale complexion and silvery locks, hanging a few inches below his shoulders gave him an elfish appearance. 

"Well, well, well. Severus, what a delightful surprise." And as he looked at me, in my plain muggles clothing, and I looked at him, wearing a smug grin, I knew that he had realised I was not here under the Dark Lords orders. 

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