Vicious Love Triangle: A Fan Fic By Vavrinec and I
Feb 25, 2007 10:32:30 GMT -5
Post by Amerylis on Feb 25, 2007 10:32:30 GMT -5
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SLASH
It may get a bit bad so be cautious. I'm not your mom and I'm not worried about if you're allowed to read this stuff. Not to be rude... So this is your fair warning... Kay then.. Have Fun!
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Vav: After seven arduous hours of practicing in front of the mirror, the Dark Lord is finally satisfied that his speech is sure to win over Severus's little heart. He scampers to his private bedchamber and picks out his most dashing black robe, and conjures up a pair of shiny black boots to match. He laces them up with his spindly white fingers and gets ready to summon Severus to him immediately. Elsewhere, Severus and Lucius are out in Knockturn Alley, picking out new gloves for one another.
Am: Voldy calls in Peter, who was diligently looking for his steel hand which had mysteriously gone missing when Bella went a jewelling spree. He tells him to go fetch Snape, while he puts out green candles all around his bed and puts on "I'm In Love with a Stripper." He crawls onto the bed and lies in the sexiest position he can thing of which involves him and a wand, and waits for Snape to arrive.
Vav. Severus bids a fond farewell to Lucius, telling him he shall see him soon. They engage in a passionate yet brief lip-lock, and Severus goes immediately to the Dark Lord, very anxious and pleased that his presence was requested. Severus arrives at the lair, finding it seemingly quiet and empty. Puzzled, Severus follows the sound of the music playing until he is standing in the Dark Lord's candle-lit bedroom. His eyes scan the room, up to where Voldemort is sprawled out on his bed very suggestively, wand in hand. Severus blinks several times, quite unable to believe the glorious sight before his eyes. Voldemort beckons to Severus with his skinny finger, and his voice hisses softly, "Come closer, Severus. Do join me." Voldemort is extremely pleased that Severus had arrived so quickly, for he never was one to wait around....
Am: A scream of horror was heard from down the hall followed by malicious laughter. Pettigrew burst through the door holding a bedazzled hand in his... well other hand. He took one look at the surroundings and bowed. "Forgive me my lord." He whimpered a slight smile on his face.
Bellatrix slowly entered the room. "The Malfoy boy is here to see you." She said smirking as she saw Peter's hand.
Vav: "Um..." Severus starts to say, only to be interrupted by the Dark Lord bursting into a tirade. "You! Get out!" he screams at Peter, whos still clutching his sparkling jewel encrusted hand. Peter turns to Bellatrix with tears in his eyes and starts to bawl at her for ruining his once masculine and un-bedazzled hand. "Out out out! And you, my pet," he addresses Bella, "Make sure Peter doesn’t intrude into my bedchamber again. And tell the Malfoy brat--- I mean, boy, to GO AWAY! I do not wish to be bothered!! Now out! Out with you all!" Severus starts to back away, unsure of what to do. "Not you, oh no. You stay," Voldemort purrs, patting the bed demurely.
A: "But Sir..." Bella began, "I didn't mean Draco..." She said.
Snape looked at her with a sparkle in his eye, hoping the Dark Lord didn't notice. But he did! He slowly began to boil over with rage. He jumped off the bed and....
V: ... backhanded Severus across the face, and hard. "Get that look off of your face, don’t think I didn’t see it!!!" he spat. Severus lowered his head, completely cowed by the Dark Lord. He had seen him in a rage before, but never like this. And never did he physically strike him. His entire face stung, but he kept his eyes lowered and did not speak.
Bella took this as her cue to get the hell out and fast, lest his rage transfer over to her as well. She quietly slipped away to tell Lucius that now was not the best time to disturb Voldemort.
A: Snape cowered into a corner as his best way to hide from Voldimort but the shine from his greasy head was unhidable (Is that even a word?!) Voldimort threw Snape onto the bed and called Lucius in.
Lusius looked from Snape to Voldimort both pain and hatred in his eyes. He glared at Snape as Voldimort stroked his face where he had hit him. "Did I hurt you my love?" He cooed. Snape wanted to pull away but also wanted to live, although the hate pouring out of Lucius was enough to kill them both.
V: "What is this -- my Lord?" Lucius snarled, trying his best to hide his tone, his jealousy and rage, and at the same time sound as subservient to Voldemort as possible. The question could also be applied to Severus. What was this? Another sick joke of Voldemort’s? He was used to them by now; it was common, but here and now? Severus?!! His cold grey eyes never left the dark black pools of Severus's.
Voldemort kept stroking Severus's bright red cheek. It certainly was obvious what had happened. Lucius could see the redness from across the room; Severus's sallow skin never could turn such a hue on its own. Severus tried his best not to flinch, but couldn’t help but be excited at the Dark Lord's anger and sudden tenderness. He knew it was false, and he couldn’t trust it, and he knew that he was probably in for a whole lot more pain, but what could he do? "N-no, my Lord," he stammered, mentally kicking himself for sounding too weak, but compared to Voldemort, he certainly was no more than a child in comparison to power
A: "Good then." He said still rubbing his cheek. He smiled as his eyes fixed upon Lucius. Jealousy was plainly seen across his face. "Well Lucius. It seems I have a new play thing." He stroked his cheek then moved his hand to Snape's lap. (Calm down Rin not like that!!
) "Though if you wanted there could be a trade arranged. You for him." He snickered. "Though I would greatly desire it this way." He said moving his newly bedazzled cape over his knees.
V: Lucius had to suppress the urge to vomit. He would never allow himself to be Voldemort’s little lap dog. He cared for Severus deeply, but not enough to offer himself over in trade. He was too proud. "No, my Lord." he said through gritted teeth. He'd hoped he would be excused soon. But if he knew the Dark Lord as good as he thought, he was sure there would be no escaping the spectacle. There was nothing Lucius could do to save Severus from it, as much as he wanted to. The thought of Voldemort's bony hands upon Severus was driving him over the edge. Did it show?
For a moment Severus felt a little upset with the trade offer. Was he not good enough, now? But as soon as he felt his hand in his lap and how he'd said held rather have it this way, his fears were calmed. He was wanted. Severus could only anxiously await Voldemort's next move, and hoped that he wouldn’t do anything to further upset him.
"Well then. By all means, have a seat, Lucius." Voldemort flicked his wand, and one of his finely carved chairs drew itself up behind Lucius, sweeping him onto it. Another flick and Lucius found himself utterly bound by invisible constraints.
A: Soon Voldimort's hands began to roam over Snape....:cough cough:
Lucius tugged and tried to lift his arms but it was no use. He dug his hands into the chair as he was forced to watch his beloved Snape be explored by Voldimort. And even worse. He seemed to like it...
V: Severus's expression was tense, though traces of pleasure and surprise could be seen if you looked very closely, and by all means Lucius could not look away. The fact that Lucius was so focused on his every move only served to excite and please him more. Voldemort could hear Severus whimpering and it was music to his ears. Every now and then, it was "Please, no" or "Mmmm" and sometimes even "Ohhh!" as he squirmed beneath his touch.
Severus was unable to hide his increasing arousal and he knew that Lucius knew it too. He couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the thought of being used as a plaything. Maybe it was the fact that Lucius was watching. Or maybe it was because Voldemort had a much, much, nicer technique. Severus would look over at Lucius, his expression a mixture of shame and lust. Lucius could only glare right back, as far as he was concerned, this was the official end of his relationship with Severus FOR GOOD.
A: Voldemort stop with a malicious smirk on his ace. He gave Snape one long lust-filled kiss then pulled away before Snape could react positively or negatively. He strolled leisurely over to Lucius and got very close to his ear. "Play nice..." He whispered. He walked out of the room a soft click soon followed.
Lucius still felt the hot breath on his ear. He tried once more to lift his hand. Finding that he could he stood from the chair, his nails had engraved grooves in the arm rest. He glared at Snape with both hatred and lust, but he refused to take him when Voldemort's touch tainted every inch of him. (<-- Oh I like that!! :writes that down: ) He found no use to try opening the door so he strolled over to the fire. He could feel Snape's gaze following him, watching him with hungry eyes.
The fire light gave Lucius a vibrant glow as it bounced of his pale skin. Snape longed to touch him, yet stayed away, still recouping from his encounter with Voldemort.
V: Severus was kneeling on his knees on the disheveled bed. His form was hardly clothed, his body trembling and exposed, clammy with sweat. His breaths came in heavy gasps, eager for Lucius to say something, anything. The silence was overbearing.
Lucius clasped his hands behind his back. He had many things to say, and yet do not want to speak of it. His instinct was to yell, to lash out with violence, and oh how he longed to hurt Severus very, very badly. It wasn’t a bad idea... he turned to face Severus, that pathetic, shivering, whimpering heap of skin and bones with eyes brimming with contempt and tears. He advanced upon the bed, fixing Severus with a glare of death. His hand gripped his snake-headed cane...
A: He quickly pulled out his wand that was concealed beneath the head of the snake and pointed it at Snape. Snape’s eyes filled with horror as he looked upon the tip of the wand. But to his surprise Lucius swished his wand. Snape’s cape floated to him and laded on his bare back. "Get dressed. You look pathetic." He spat. He felt the urge to hit Snape but in his state he was liable to severely damage the shivering man. He put his wand away and returned to the chair that had once held him captive. He leaned back, now able to sit comfortably. He tried to find the right words to say but they were all filled with love, one thing he was not sure about anymore.
V: Severus hid his grimace at the put-down and grabbed his clothes. He dressed as fast as he could, but his limbs were tired and sore. Really sore. In a good way. Severus brushed the thought from his mind and stood awkwardly in front of Lucius, who was now seated. "Careful, Lucius," he sniffed. "One might think you’ve gone soft."
Lucius raised a pale eyebrow. Soft? Certainly not. Lucius was not soft. ((*cough* That sounded dirtier than it was supposed to... )) However, if he decided to speak his words of comfort and love that he wanted to, it would only prove Severus right. He knew that he would have to hate him now. All ties were broken. Lucius only stared in silence, a smirk playing upon his thin lips.
Severus waited. "What. You don’t want me anymore?" he asked bitterly. Obviously. He'd just been manhandled in the roughest and most humiliating way possible. The scent of Voldemort lingered and clung to every pore of his body. A mark more permanent and tell-tale than the Dark Mark upon his sinewy forearm. "Just say it, you bastard."
A: Lucius's face hardened. "I don't want someone's leftovers." He said coldly. His upper lip trembled with anger. "So go on. Go back to your master like that spineless rat Pettigrew. Even he has more class than you. "((In the form of an bedazzled hand! O: )) He leaned back and examined Snape. He face remained emotionless as the words stung Snape, showing clearly on his face.
V: "Oh, I will. I hope you enjoyed the show, Lucius. Really. Now you know exactly how satisfied I'll be every day and night from now on." And with that, Severus left the room, his black cloak billowing behind him in its usual fashion.
Severus strutted the halls of the Dark Lord's hideout, eager to get away from everyone. It was a little too soon to seek out Voldemort, and he was probably busy doing something or plotting something extra evil. d**n, but his legs were hurting and aching.
From behind a corner, Pettigrew was watching Severus limp down the hallway. If his rat-ears had served him correctly, he knew the exact reason why...
A: That's what killed Lucius the most. The fact that he saw pleasure in Snape's eyes. He stood up and dusted himself off. He turned towards the door with his head held high. He walked down the hall, stopping as he noticed Peter. He roughly pushed him against the wall, holding his wand a few inches from his forehead. "Did you like the show Wormtail? Well I can assure you I would likely trade places with you ANY day." He touched his forehead lightly and Peter began writhing in pain on the floor. He swished his wand once more and Petigrew stop, his breathing labored. "Nice chat we had." He said continuing down the hall, fallowing Snape
V: Eventually, Severus's strutting brought him face to face with Bellatrix. "Ooooh, tsk tsk, you don’t look good at all, love. No, not one bit," she taunted. "Why don’t you tell me about it?" A wide smirk spread across her face as she teased and goaded him on. The vicious gleam in her eye was enough to rival that of the bedazzled hand of Peter's.
"Out of my way, wench. I've not the time to deal with you." He brushed past her, pushing her aside with his shoulder. How the hell did she know what happened? He wanted to tell her that she now shared the role of 'favorite' with him. He felt like boasting and rubbing it in her smug little face. Severus felt the sudden grip of panic take him over. Every Death Eater would know. Eventually.
A: "Well I've really got to... HAND it to you, Voldemort seems pleased with your work." She said leaning against the wall, pure satisfaction on her face. She looked him up and down. "Lucius was right you look horrible. Even your grease ridden hair is atrocious." She cackled and turned back to him. "Oh yeah. The Dark Lord would like you to meet him in the dungeon." She said smiling at the horror that had suddenly appeared on his face, followed be a quick smile.
V: She had spoken to Lucius? Already?! Severus remained as calm as possible despite her cackles. He tossed back the curtain of grease he called hair and fixed her with a snarl to hide his smile. "And a good day to you too, Bellatrix." He turned on his heel and hobbled down the hallway, turning to the left to follow the narrow passage that descended to the dungeon.
The dungeon was dark, damp, and dank. Rather humid, sweat started to form in miniscule beads on Severus's brow already. It was five times worse than that at Hogwarts. It made his classroom seem as cheery as the Charms classroom. His boots scuffed the rough stone floor as he walked toward the center of the dungeon. "My Lord, I have come as you requested..." he spoke, still not seeing him in the darkness.
A: The Dark Lord's voice echoed from somewhere in the dungeon. "Welcome my pet." He hissed. "It seems Lucius did not do as I instructed him to. I told him to play nice ." He said stepping out of the darkness. "He needs to be punished. You'll be the one to do so. Wormtail and I will be watching to make sure you do it right... If you don't I will..." He hissed in his left ear. "Bellatrix has already sent him this way." He said, hearing Lucius's footsteps.
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Rinnehs turn now!
It may get a bit bad so be cautious. I'm not your mom and I'm not worried about if you're allowed to read this stuff. Not to be rude... So this is your fair warning... Kay then.. Have Fun!
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Vav: After seven arduous hours of practicing in front of the mirror, the Dark Lord is finally satisfied that his speech is sure to win over Severus's little heart. He scampers to his private bedchamber and picks out his most dashing black robe, and conjures up a pair of shiny black boots to match. He laces them up with his spindly white fingers and gets ready to summon Severus to him immediately. Elsewhere, Severus and Lucius are out in Knockturn Alley, picking out new gloves for one another.
Am: Voldy calls in Peter, who was diligently looking for his steel hand which had mysteriously gone missing when Bella went a jewelling spree. He tells him to go fetch Snape, while he puts out green candles all around his bed and puts on "I'm In Love with a Stripper." He crawls onto the bed and lies in the sexiest position he can thing of which involves him and a wand, and waits for Snape to arrive.
Vav. Severus bids a fond farewell to Lucius, telling him he shall see him soon. They engage in a passionate yet brief lip-lock, and Severus goes immediately to the Dark Lord, very anxious and pleased that his presence was requested. Severus arrives at the lair, finding it seemingly quiet and empty. Puzzled, Severus follows the sound of the music playing until he is standing in the Dark Lord's candle-lit bedroom. His eyes scan the room, up to where Voldemort is sprawled out on his bed very suggestively, wand in hand. Severus blinks several times, quite unable to believe the glorious sight before his eyes. Voldemort beckons to Severus with his skinny finger, and his voice hisses softly, "Come closer, Severus. Do join me." Voldemort is extremely pleased that Severus had arrived so quickly, for he never was one to wait around....
Am: A scream of horror was heard from down the hall followed by malicious laughter. Pettigrew burst through the door holding a bedazzled hand in his... well other hand. He took one look at the surroundings and bowed. "Forgive me my lord." He whimpered a slight smile on his face.
Bellatrix slowly entered the room. "The Malfoy boy is here to see you." She said smirking as she saw Peter's hand.
Vav: "Um..." Severus starts to say, only to be interrupted by the Dark Lord bursting into a tirade. "You! Get out!" he screams at Peter, whos still clutching his sparkling jewel encrusted hand. Peter turns to Bellatrix with tears in his eyes and starts to bawl at her for ruining his once masculine and un-bedazzled hand. "Out out out! And you, my pet," he addresses Bella, "Make sure Peter doesn’t intrude into my bedchamber again. And tell the Malfoy brat--- I mean, boy, to GO AWAY! I do not wish to be bothered!! Now out! Out with you all!" Severus starts to back away, unsure of what to do. "Not you, oh no. You stay," Voldemort purrs, patting the bed demurely.
A: "But Sir..." Bella began, "I didn't mean Draco..." She said.
Snape looked at her with a sparkle in his eye, hoping the Dark Lord didn't notice. But he did! He slowly began to boil over with rage. He jumped off the bed and....
V: ... backhanded Severus across the face, and hard. "Get that look off of your face, don’t think I didn’t see it!!!" he spat. Severus lowered his head, completely cowed by the Dark Lord. He had seen him in a rage before, but never like this. And never did he physically strike him. His entire face stung, but he kept his eyes lowered and did not speak.
Bella took this as her cue to get the hell out and fast, lest his rage transfer over to her as well. She quietly slipped away to tell Lucius that now was not the best time to disturb Voldemort.
A: Snape cowered into a corner as his best way to hide from Voldimort but the shine from his greasy head was unhidable (Is that even a word?!) Voldimort threw Snape onto the bed and called Lucius in.
Lusius looked from Snape to Voldimort both pain and hatred in his eyes. He glared at Snape as Voldimort stroked his face where he had hit him. "Did I hurt you my love?" He cooed. Snape wanted to pull away but also wanted to live, although the hate pouring out of Lucius was enough to kill them both.
V: "What is this -- my Lord?" Lucius snarled, trying his best to hide his tone, his jealousy and rage, and at the same time sound as subservient to Voldemort as possible. The question could also be applied to Severus. What was this? Another sick joke of Voldemort’s? He was used to them by now; it was common, but here and now? Severus?!! His cold grey eyes never left the dark black pools of Severus's.
Voldemort kept stroking Severus's bright red cheek. It certainly was obvious what had happened. Lucius could see the redness from across the room; Severus's sallow skin never could turn such a hue on its own. Severus tried his best not to flinch, but couldn’t help but be excited at the Dark Lord's anger and sudden tenderness. He knew it was false, and he couldn’t trust it, and he knew that he was probably in for a whole lot more pain, but what could he do? "N-no, my Lord," he stammered, mentally kicking himself for sounding too weak, but compared to Voldemort, he certainly was no more than a child in comparison to power
A: "Good then." He said still rubbing his cheek. He smiled as his eyes fixed upon Lucius. Jealousy was plainly seen across his face. "Well Lucius. It seems I have a new play thing." He stroked his cheek then moved his hand to Snape's lap. (Calm down Rin not like that!!
) "Though if you wanted there could be a trade arranged. You for him." He snickered. "Though I would greatly desire it this way." He said moving his newly bedazzled cape over his knees.V: Lucius had to suppress the urge to vomit. He would never allow himself to be Voldemort’s little lap dog. He cared for Severus deeply, but not enough to offer himself over in trade. He was too proud. "No, my Lord." he said through gritted teeth. He'd hoped he would be excused soon. But if he knew the Dark Lord as good as he thought, he was sure there would be no escaping the spectacle. There was nothing Lucius could do to save Severus from it, as much as he wanted to. The thought of Voldemort's bony hands upon Severus was driving him over the edge. Did it show?
For a moment Severus felt a little upset with the trade offer. Was he not good enough, now? But as soon as he felt his hand in his lap and how he'd said held rather have it this way, his fears were calmed. He was wanted. Severus could only anxiously await Voldemort's next move, and hoped that he wouldn’t do anything to further upset him.
"Well then. By all means, have a seat, Lucius." Voldemort flicked his wand, and one of his finely carved chairs drew itself up behind Lucius, sweeping him onto it. Another flick and Lucius found himself utterly bound by invisible constraints.
A: Soon Voldimort's hands began to roam over Snape....:cough cough:
Lucius tugged and tried to lift his arms but it was no use. He dug his hands into the chair as he was forced to watch his beloved Snape be explored by Voldimort. And even worse. He seemed to like it...
V: Severus's expression was tense, though traces of pleasure and surprise could be seen if you looked very closely, and by all means Lucius could not look away. The fact that Lucius was so focused on his every move only served to excite and please him more. Voldemort could hear Severus whimpering and it was music to his ears. Every now and then, it was "Please, no" or "Mmmm" and sometimes even "Ohhh!" as he squirmed beneath his touch.
Severus was unable to hide his increasing arousal and he knew that Lucius knew it too. He couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the thought of being used as a plaything. Maybe it was the fact that Lucius was watching. Or maybe it was because Voldemort had a much, much, nicer technique. Severus would look over at Lucius, his expression a mixture of shame and lust. Lucius could only glare right back, as far as he was concerned, this was the official end of his relationship with Severus FOR GOOD.
A: Voldemort stop with a malicious smirk on his ace. He gave Snape one long lust-filled kiss then pulled away before Snape could react positively or negatively. He strolled leisurely over to Lucius and got very close to his ear. "Play nice..." He whispered. He walked out of the room a soft click soon followed.
Lucius still felt the hot breath on his ear. He tried once more to lift his hand. Finding that he could he stood from the chair, his nails had engraved grooves in the arm rest. He glared at Snape with both hatred and lust, but he refused to take him when Voldemort's touch tainted every inch of him. (<-- Oh I like that!! :writes that down: ) He found no use to try opening the door so he strolled over to the fire. He could feel Snape's gaze following him, watching him with hungry eyes.
The fire light gave Lucius a vibrant glow as it bounced of his pale skin. Snape longed to touch him, yet stayed away, still recouping from his encounter with Voldemort.
V: Severus was kneeling on his knees on the disheveled bed. His form was hardly clothed, his body trembling and exposed, clammy with sweat. His breaths came in heavy gasps, eager for Lucius to say something, anything. The silence was overbearing.
Lucius clasped his hands behind his back. He had many things to say, and yet do not want to speak of it. His instinct was to yell, to lash out with violence, and oh how he longed to hurt Severus very, very badly. It wasn’t a bad idea... he turned to face Severus, that pathetic, shivering, whimpering heap of skin and bones with eyes brimming with contempt and tears. He advanced upon the bed, fixing Severus with a glare of death. His hand gripped his snake-headed cane...
A: He quickly pulled out his wand that was concealed beneath the head of the snake and pointed it at Snape. Snape’s eyes filled with horror as he looked upon the tip of the wand. But to his surprise Lucius swished his wand. Snape’s cape floated to him and laded on his bare back. "Get dressed. You look pathetic." He spat. He felt the urge to hit Snape but in his state he was liable to severely damage the shivering man. He put his wand away and returned to the chair that had once held him captive. He leaned back, now able to sit comfortably. He tried to find the right words to say but they were all filled with love, one thing he was not sure about anymore.
V: Severus hid his grimace at the put-down and grabbed his clothes. He dressed as fast as he could, but his limbs were tired and sore. Really sore. In a good way. Severus brushed the thought from his mind and stood awkwardly in front of Lucius, who was now seated. "Careful, Lucius," he sniffed. "One might think you’ve gone soft."
Lucius raised a pale eyebrow. Soft? Certainly not. Lucius was not soft. ((*cough* That sounded dirtier than it was supposed to... )) However, if he decided to speak his words of comfort and love that he wanted to, it would only prove Severus right. He knew that he would have to hate him now. All ties were broken. Lucius only stared in silence, a smirk playing upon his thin lips.
Severus waited. "What. You don’t want me anymore?" he asked bitterly. Obviously. He'd just been manhandled in the roughest and most humiliating way possible. The scent of Voldemort lingered and clung to every pore of his body. A mark more permanent and tell-tale than the Dark Mark upon his sinewy forearm. "Just say it, you bastard."
A: Lucius's face hardened. "I don't want someone's leftovers." He said coldly. His upper lip trembled with anger. "So go on. Go back to your master like that spineless rat Pettigrew. Even he has more class than you. "((In the form of an bedazzled hand! O: )) He leaned back and examined Snape. He face remained emotionless as the words stung Snape, showing clearly on his face.
V: "Oh, I will. I hope you enjoyed the show, Lucius. Really. Now you know exactly how satisfied I'll be every day and night from now on." And with that, Severus left the room, his black cloak billowing behind him in its usual fashion.
Severus strutted the halls of the Dark Lord's hideout, eager to get away from everyone. It was a little too soon to seek out Voldemort, and he was probably busy doing something or plotting something extra evil. d**n, but his legs were hurting and aching.
From behind a corner, Pettigrew was watching Severus limp down the hallway. If his rat-ears had served him correctly, he knew the exact reason why...
A: That's what killed Lucius the most. The fact that he saw pleasure in Snape's eyes. He stood up and dusted himself off. He turned towards the door with his head held high. He walked down the hall, stopping as he noticed Peter. He roughly pushed him against the wall, holding his wand a few inches from his forehead. "Did you like the show Wormtail? Well I can assure you I would likely trade places with you ANY day." He touched his forehead lightly and Peter began writhing in pain on the floor. He swished his wand once more and Petigrew stop, his breathing labored. "Nice chat we had." He said continuing down the hall, fallowing Snape
V: Eventually, Severus's strutting brought him face to face with Bellatrix. "Ooooh, tsk tsk, you don’t look good at all, love. No, not one bit," she taunted. "Why don’t you tell me about it?" A wide smirk spread across her face as she teased and goaded him on. The vicious gleam in her eye was enough to rival that of the bedazzled hand of Peter's.
"Out of my way, wench. I've not the time to deal with you." He brushed past her, pushing her aside with his shoulder. How the hell did she know what happened? He wanted to tell her that she now shared the role of 'favorite' with him. He felt like boasting and rubbing it in her smug little face. Severus felt the sudden grip of panic take him over. Every Death Eater would know. Eventually.
A: "Well I've really got to... HAND it to you, Voldemort seems pleased with your work." She said leaning against the wall, pure satisfaction on her face. She looked him up and down. "Lucius was right you look horrible. Even your grease ridden hair is atrocious." She cackled and turned back to him. "Oh yeah. The Dark Lord would like you to meet him in the dungeon." She said smiling at the horror that had suddenly appeared on his face, followed be a quick smile.
V: She had spoken to Lucius? Already?! Severus remained as calm as possible despite her cackles. He tossed back the curtain of grease he called hair and fixed her with a snarl to hide his smile. "And a good day to you too, Bellatrix." He turned on his heel and hobbled down the hallway, turning to the left to follow the narrow passage that descended to the dungeon.
The dungeon was dark, damp, and dank. Rather humid, sweat started to form in miniscule beads on Severus's brow already. It was five times worse than that at Hogwarts. It made his classroom seem as cheery as the Charms classroom. His boots scuffed the rough stone floor as he walked toward the center of the dungeon. "My Lord, I have come as you requested..." he spoke, still not seeing him in the darkness.
A: The Dark Lord's voice echoed from somewhere in the dungeon. "Welcome my pet." He hissed. "It seems Lucius did not do as I instructed him to. I told him to play nice ." He said stepping out of the darkness. "He needs to be punished. You'll be the one to do so. Wormtail and I will be watching to make sure you do it right... If you don't I will..." He hissed in his left ear. "Bellatrix has already sent him this way." He said, hearing Lucius's footsteps.
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Rinnehs turn now!
