[Meme Request No. 3 - for Aleysiasnape]
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Title: Elf Wine
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money with this drabble.
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Summary: Severus opens a door in Malfoy Manor.
Author's Note: Meme response for
aleysiasnape, who requested Severus + Lucius’ Drinking Problem.
Severus Snape’s shoes sunk into the dark carpet. The noise was slight, almost inaudible through the ornate door. The dangers of Malfoy Manor had deepened with the Dark Lord’s presence – the sensible thing would be to let go and step away. Yet curiosity creaked the old hinges and Severus peered inside, his black eyes guarded.
Crackling firelight illuminated a glistening array of empty bottles and more still dark with elf-made wine. The dim light dyed Lucius Malfoy’s silver-blond hair to a buttery yellow, his tired face bowed, contemplating the half-empty glass in his hands. Severus observed the scene impassively and was about to step away when the pale eyes caught his stare. Malfoy said nothing, shaking his head, offering only broken, wordless disbelief.
He saw himself in Lucius’ shattered gaze – a grey dawn of despair. Severus tilted his head to the side and, after a moment, nodded slowly to the man who was once his friend. No memory was safe, but it was enough. They shared what the Dark Lord never knew, and thus could never see. “Calming Draught doesn’t mix well with elf-wine,” Severus finally said quietly, “you ought to inform Mrs Malfoy, since she asked me to brew some for her.”
“Thank you, I’ll… be sure to tell her.” Lucius’ mouth tightened out of habit at the gentle rebuke, but there was a tired gratitude in his answering nod.
Severus gently shut the door.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money with this drabble.
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Summary: Severus opens a door in Malfoy Manor.
Author's Note: Meme response for
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Severus Snape’s shoes sunk into the dark carpet. The noise was slight, almost inaudible through the ornate door. The dangers of Malfoy Manor had deepened with the Dark Lord’s presence – the sensible thing would be to let go and step away. Yet curiosity creaked the old hinges and Severus peered inside, his black eyes guarded.
Crackling firelight illuminated a glistening array of empty bottles and more still dark with elf-made wine. The dim light dyed Lucius Malfoy’s silver-blond hair to a buttery yellow, his tired face bowed, contemplating the half-empty glass in his hands. Severus observed the scene impassively and was about to step away when the pale eyes caught his stare. Malfoy said nothing, shaking his head, offering only broken, wordless disbelief.
He saw himself in Lucius’ shattered gaze – a grey dawn of despair. Severus tilted his head to the side and, after a moment, nodded slowly to the man who was once his friend. No memory was safe, but it was enough. They shared what the Dark Lord never knew, and thus could never see. “Calming Draught doesn’t mix well with elf-wine,” Severus finally said quietly, “you ought to inform Mrs Malfoy, since she asked me to brew some for her.”
“Thank you, I’ll… be sure to tell her.” Lucius’ mouth tightened out of habit at the gentle rebuke, but there was a tired gratitude in his answering nod.
Severus gently shut the door.