As he watches Snape pour her Absinthe, he has no doubt what effect his actions would have had on the Dark wizard.
Snape tells Elsbet to savor her drink because she's not to have any more of it until later.
Malfoy watches her drink it slowly, happily, and he catches the glint in Snape's black eyes and the slightest flicker of emotion on the usually impassive face.
It's joy, and it makes Malfoy hurt. His thoughtless, malicious, evil act would have crushed the wizard he has shared so much of himself with. He couldn't have lived with that.
She finishes and giggles lightly as Snape takes the glass from her, rinses it and places it back on the counter. He turns to her quickly and catches her with a finger under her chin, then lifts her pretty face up to his. He looks deeply into her eyes and focuses; when she giggles again and blushes, Malfoy asks him what he's doing. "Making sure..." A minute passes and he gives a satisfied sigh. As she closes the bottle and replaces it in the cupboard, Snape says quietly, "she is allergic to the thujone in the wormwood." Malfoy looks at her and asks, "why do you drink it?" She laughs at herself. "I just love it. It's hard to explain, really. I first tasted it when I was 12..." She looks at him evenly and smiles, knowing Snape does not wish her to continue, so she asks instead, "your drink, Lucius, what would you like?"
"Well," he looks up at the cupboard and indicates the row of schnapps, "I'll have the yummy peppermint." The words sound (and feel) odd coming out of him, but then, this whole situation is odd to him. He watches Snape take the bottle down and she takes it from him, opens it, then pours the drink. She replaces the cap but leaves the bottle out in case Malfoy would like more, and Snape pushes the glass toward the blond wizard. There's something Snape wants him to know, some message he wishes to convey, and as Malfoy takes the glass their hands touch, then their eyes meet.
No thoughts are exchanged, yet the message is clear, and as Malfoy brings the drink to his lips, he knows he will never speak of this to anyone. 'Sometimes you just have to leave things be, Lucius, no matter how wrong you know they are,' his father Abraxas had told him once. He drinks his drink but doesn't even taste it. He pours himself another, knowing what's in Snape's eyes, and knowing Elsbet is telling him to have as much meat and cheese as he would like. He gathers himself together and looks at her, knowing what generations of his family would be saying to him now. He nods and thanks her politely, and as Snape takes her gently by the arm he drinks the second as quickly as the first, then pours himself a third.
Snape tells him to relax, that they will be there a while, then settles comfortably on the couch. He asks Elsbet if she's ready; "yes," she says softly and sits down beside him. She turns sideways and lays down, her head in Snape's lap, brilliant eyes turned up to him. He rests his right hand on her forehead and his left hand on her hands, then slowly, gently, slips his mind into hers. There is a tiny gasp from her, a soft sigh from him, and Malfoy remembers what she'd said to Snape when they arrived. "I have so much to tell you." He drinks the third drink slowly, finally tasting it, and tries to turn away from them. Have some meat and cheese, he tells himself; it seems almost indecent to watch them, he feels like a voyeur, but he's never seen Legilimency done like this...
Snape tells Elsbet to savor her drink because she's not to have any more of it until later.
Malfoy watches her drink it slowly, happily, and he catches the glint in Snape's black eyes and the slightest flicker of emotion on the usually impassive face.
It's joy, and it makes Malfoy hurt. His thoughtless, malicious, evil act would have crushed the wizard he has shared so much of himself with. He couldn't have lived with that.
She finishes and giggles lightly as Snape takes the glass from her, rinses it and places it back on the counter. He turns to her quickly and catches her with a finger under her chin, then lifts her pretty face up to his. He looks deeply into her eyes and focuses; when she giggles again and blushes, Malfoy asks him what he's doing. "Making sure..." A minute passes and he gives a satisfied sigh. As she closes the bottle and replaces it in the cupboard, Snape says quietly, "she is allergic to the thujone in the wormwood." Malfoy looks at her and asks, "why do you drink it?" She laughs at herself. "I just love it. It's hard to explain, really. I first tasted it when I was 12..." She looks at him evenly and smiles, knowing Snape does not wish her to continue, so she asks instead, "your drink, Lucius, what would you like?"
"Well," he looks up at the cupboard and indicates the row of schnapps, "I'll have the yummy peppermint." The words sound (and feel) odd coming out of him, but then, this whole situation is odd to him. He watches Snape take the bottle down and she takes it from him, opens it, then pours the drink. She replaces the cap but leaves the bottle out in case Malfoy would like more, and Snape pushes the glass toward the blond wizard. There's something Snape wants him to know, some message he wishes to convey, and as Malfoy takes the glass their hands touch, then their eyes meet.
No thoughts are exchanged, yet the message is clear, and as Malfoy brings the drink to his lips, he knows he will never speak of this to anyone. 'Sometimes you just have to leave things be, Lucius, no matter how wrong you know they are,' his father Abraxas had told him once. He drinks his drink but doesn't even taste it. He pours himself another, knowing what's in Snape's eyes, and knowing Elsbet is telling him to have as much meat and cheese as he would like. He gathers himself together and looks at her, knowing what generations of his family would be saying to him now. He nods and thanks her politely, and as Snape takes her gently by the arm he drinks the second as quickly as the first, then pours himself a third.
Snape tells him to relax, that they will be there a while, then settles comfortably on the couch. He asks Elsbet if she's ready; "yes," she says softly and sits down beside him. She turns sideways and lays down, her head in Snape's lap, brilliant eyes turned up to him. He rests his right hand on her forehead and his left hand on her hands, then slowly, gently, slips his mind into hers. There is a tiny gasp from her, a soft sigh from him, and Malfoy remembers what she'd said to Snape when they arrived. "I have so much to tell you." He drinks the third drink slowly, finally tasting it, and tries to turn away from them. Have some meat and cheese, he tells himself; it seems almost indecent to watch them, he feels like a voyeur, but he's never seen Legilimency done like this...
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