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Severus trailed behind them, wiping the last bit of Lucius off on his sleeve. He too was curious about this shortcut and he wondered if it was one of the ones the Marauders were always talking about. Being caught past curfew was bad enough. He didn’t want to imagine the punishment they’d get if they were found in a secret passageway of all things. He found himself drawing his wand, but just as a precaution.

Lucius approached the picture he was speaking to before, “Galleons and Witches.” The man in the picture road down the road on his horse, and the picture swung open. Lucius climbed in. “This one does not show up on maps of the school. That is because my uncle made it himself. He was a very bright wizard, but he wasn’t quite my father.” He stuck out his hand to pull Narcissa up into the passage.

Narcissa glanced back at Severus when she heard his robes rustle differently than when in time with his footsteps. As he drew his wand, she tensed momentarily but remembered it was Sev, not one of the teachers firing spells off into a crowd at random. She drew her wand as well, just to be safe and waiting for Lucius to open the painting. As he extended his hand, her heart thumped a little out of time and she swallowed her nerves, taking hold and hoisting herself up behind him. “Thank you,” she blushed, hoping the darkness concealed it well enough. She took a step forward and stumbled. OW. These heels were not the best choice for tonights festivities, she thought to herself and bent down to rub her tender ankles. Better yet… she unbuckled the straps and removed the blasted things, hooking them over her shoulder like the boys did with their jackets. Much better. She looked back at Severus, waiting to see his reaction to the newfound tunnel before advancing further. 

Severus’ wand lit the tunnel as they walked, and Lucius stayed silent. His head was pounding and he was hardly consious of what was going on at the moment. His mind was numb, and all that was running through his head was what turn to make next. Soon, they had arrived at a wooden door. “Be quiet..” He carefully opened the door, which lead immediately in the the stairway of the boy’s dormitories. 

“Whoa,” Severus breathed as they stepped into the dormitory. He quickly scanned the room and realized that they were alone. He turned to Lucius, “I’ve never heard of this passageway before. How’d you find it?”

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Narcissa stood still, utterly stunned at the events that just took place. Lucius had kissed Severus. She felt ill. How was kissing him supposed to revive him?! And yet, here he was, perfectly normal again, just a tad flustered. And CPR… what was that? She was often annoyed and hurt whenever she saw Lucius flirting with other girls, but this was Sev. Why did she feel so betrayed? She was so confused, and a headache was starting to set in. Sleep was in order, so she began to walk toward the Slytherin common room to escape all this nonsense. With the image of Lucius astride Sev wreaking havoc on her mind, she wasn’t sure how frutiful her attempts would be. 

Weren’t you supposed to use tongue in CPR? Something about making sure there was nothing blocking the airpassage? Hm. Narcissa turned away, and began to walk down the hall. He ran to catch up with her, and grabbed her arm. “Where are you going? Are you insane? There are sure to be teachers wandering about at this hour. We have to sneek our way to the Slytherin common room. Come with us, I have a shortcut.” 

Narcissa felt a hand on her arm and turned around. She scoffed. “I’m insane? HA. All right, then. Suit yourself.” And of course there were teachers wandering about, they’d just busted the party of the year. Nevertheless, she followed after him, wondering where on earth there was a shortcut in this maze of a castle that wouldn’t end up under the lake or inside a tree or something. 

Severus trailed behind them, wiping the last bit of Lucius off on his sleeve. He too was curious about this shortcut and he wondered if it was one of the ones the Marauders were always talking about. Being caught past curfew was bad enough. He didn’t want to imagine the punishment they’d get if they were found in a secret passageway of all things. He found himself drawing his wand, but just as a precaution.

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Lucius’ eyes finally focused on her face and Narcissa nearly laughed in relief. ”Thank god, Lucius. I thought I was losing you for a minute there.” She couldn’t help but smile through her tears to have him back. He still looked rather peaky, so she gripped his hands tightly as he stood, reassuring him of her presence. “I’m here, don’t worry.” Worry… Sev! She’d forgotten about him momentarily. She turned her attention to the man that still looked as if he was drowning in midair. “What do we do, Lucius?”

“I-” A memory bubbled up inside him, something that he hadn’t thought of in awhile, “I’m a lifeguard.”

Abraxas had brought him to a dark mansion, claiming that it was an important event. He had to bring him along, since his wife was now dead, and didn’t seem to pleased to be stuck with the fifteen-year-old boy. For the duration of the meetings, Lucius was placed in a room with all of the other member’s children, all of which happened to be half his age. On the third day of this week long gathering, the main house elf decided to take the children to the pool. Lucius, being the oldest and not wanting to get his hair wet, took it upon himself to be the lifeguard. The house elf was probably incompetent anyway. For the rest of the week, Lucius demanded that the children be taken to the pool. Something about being in charge made him crave being the lifeguard. At night, Lucius would read books about spells to help drowning victims, and a muggle way called CPR. On the last day, Lucius began to get bored with just sitting in the chair, so he pointed his wand at a child in the pool and muttered “Petrificus Totalus.” The child began to sink, and was not able to propel himself to the surface. He blew the lifeguard whislte, and hopped down from his chair. At this moment, he did not care about his hair. He dove in, brought the boy to land, and quietly unpetrified him. Frantically, he tried the spells that he had read in the book. None of them were working, the boy was shaking and turning blue. As a last resort, he went for the CPR. Luckily, he was able to save the child in time. But despite the rush he got from deciding whether this boy would die or not, he didn’t want to try it again. His father would kill him, though this time made him look like a hero. When his father found out, instead of being pleased, he slapped Lucius over the head, and told him to practice his spells. 

Lucius pushed Severus back down on the floor, and got on top of him. This was a dire situation, and he decided to stick with what he knew would work. He pushed on the center of Severus’ chest mechanically. Grabbing his nose, he opened Severus’ mouth, only to cover it with his own.

Severus’s eyes shot open as he felt Lucius’s lips pressing firmly on his own. For the most part, he felt the effects of the potion beginning to wear off and now the only thing filling his vision was his shock of white-blonde hair. His fingers raked across the stone floor, feeling the sand dissolve beneath him. He wedged a cold hand between their bodies to stop the Slytherin boy bit he was too heavy, keeping Severus pinned on the ground.

Upon feeling Snape’s hand between them, he pulled away and sat up. He whispered, “Father, I saved him…Are you proud now? Hmm?” Suddenly, the lights began to illuminate the entire hallway, his dizziness began to fade. He realized where he was, and that he was currently straddling his best friend. He quickly stood up, and brushed himself off, ignoring the inevitable headache that was threatening to build up. How the fuck did he get here?

Snape rolled over onto his stomach, dizzy and a bit out of breath. He blinked a few times until the wall of the corridor came into focus and he realized what had just happened. He hesitated a moment before he got to his feet. His fingers brushed against his lips and he furrowed his brow, unable to make eye contact with Lucius.

“Lucius, I didn’t know you’re supposed to use tongue in CPR…”

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Lucius’ eyes finally focused on her face and Narcissa nearly laughed in relief. ”Thank god, Lucius. I thought I was losing you for a minute there.” She couldn’t help but smile through her tears to have him back. He still looked rather peaky, so she gripped his hands tightly as he stood, reassuring him of her presence. “I’m here, don’t worry.” Worry… Sev! She’d forgotten about him momentarily. She turned her attention to the man that still looked as if he was drowning in midair. “What do we do, Lucius?”

“I-” A memory bubbled up inside him, something that he hadn’t thought of in awhile, “I’m a lifeguard.”

Abraxas had brought him to a dark mansion, claiming that it was an important event. He had to bring him along, since his wife was now dead, and didn’t seem to pleased to be stuck with the fifteen-year-old boy. For the duration of the meetings, Lucius was placed in a room with all of the other member’s children, all of which happened to be half his age. On the third day of this week long gathering, the main house elf decided to take the children to the pool. Lucius, being the oldest and not wanting to get his hair wet, took it upon himself to be the lifeguard. The house elf was probably incompetent anyway. For the rest of the week, Lucius demanded that the children be taken to the pool. Something about being in charge made him crave being the lifeguard. At night, Lucius would read books about spells to help drowning victims, and a muggle way called CPR. On the last day, Lucius began to get bored with just sitting in the chair, so he pointed his wand at a child in the pool and muttered “Petrificus Totalus.” The child began to sink, and was not able to propel himself to the surface. He blew the lifeguard whislte, and hopped down from his chair. At this moment, he did not care about his hair. He dove in, brought the boy to land, and quietly unpetrified him. Frantically, he tried the spells that he had read in the book. None of them were working, the boy was shaking and turning blue. As a last resort, he went for the CPR. Luckily, he was able to save the child in time. But despite the rush he got from deciding whether this boy would die or not, he didn’t want to try it again. His father would kill him, though this time made him look like a hero. When his father found out, instead of being pleased, he slapped Lucius over the head, and told him to practice his spells. 

Lucius pushed Severus back down on the floor, and got on top of him. This was a dire situation, and he decided to stick with what he knew would work. He pushed on the center of Severus’ chest mechanically. Grabbing his nose, he opened Severus’ mouth, only to cover it with his own.

Severus’s eyes shot open as he felt Lucius’s lips pressing firmly on his own. For the most part, he felt the effects of the potion beginning to wear off and now the only thing filling his vision was his shock of white-blonde hair. His fingers raked across the stone floor, feeling the sand dissolve beneath him. He wedged a cold hand between their bodies to stop the Slytherin boy bit he was too heavy, keeping Severus pinned on the ground.

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Severus grabs Lucius’s hand as they’re tugged out of the door. Some kid’s started firing hexes every where and he shouts as a teacher next to him gets hit, slumping against the wall. Kids were pouring into the corridor and running in different directions, desperate to get back to their common rooms. He hears bangs and squeals from the Hufflepuff common room and he realizes someone’s set off fireworks.

“This way!” He shouts, pushing Narcissa and Lucius into an empty hallway, out of the frenzy.

Narcissa hadn’t even realized Sev had tagged along until he shoved her down a deserted corridor, nearly sending her headlong into a suit of armor that shook it’s fist in their direction as she stumbled onwards. She chanced a glance backwards to see if anyone was following them, but no one pursued. She slowed down, catching her breath and taking stock of the situation. Sev looked just as winded as she, and Lucius just looked like he was out to lunch in his own head. “You all right, Sev? Lucius?” She looked back and forth at the two boys and felt suddenly overwhelmed that she was alone in a deserted hallway with two boys not in their right minds. They had managed to escape punishment, but that also meant that they had escaped help if events turned sour. She continued walking. A little quicker, just to be safe, and she kept an eye on the two hoodlums she’d managed to pick up. She shook her head at her own stupidity. What on earth had she gotten herself into? 

The painting on the wall seemed very familiar, “Hey….Hey, you! Guy on a horse!” The man in the painting looked up, “Malfoy? What are you doing here so late in the evening? Oh!” He raised his eyebrows when he noticed Narcissa and Snape. “Two this time? And a man? I didn’t know you…bent that way.” Lucius laughed for too long, and then replied, “No, no. I wasn’t going to bring them to-” he whispered, “the place..” The man in the painting sighed, “Well, then. I repeat my question, what are you doing here?” Lucius’ eyebrows pulled together in thought. “I…I don’t know. I think I’m… running from something.” The events of the night were gone, and in their place were clouds of darkness. When he looked up, the man in the picture was gone. “Where did he-…?” He walked down the hall, “Where are you?” He stopped at every painting, “Where are you?” He was starting to sweat. Coming down from this potion was plagued with paranoia and hallucinations. His trip was turning for the worse. The hall disappeared around him, and he was alone. He pulled his own hair, “Where did he go? Where did he go? Who am I running from?” He gasped, “I’m running from him. The man with the red eyes! Where is he? What if he has her? He can’t have her… I need to find him, I need to help her” He sat down, and rocked back and forth.

Narcissa turned abruptly as a bark of laughter sounded behind her. Lucius was talking to one of the paintings, as an intoxicated man was apt to do. She shook her head and continued onward, but turned back as his voice began to rise in pitch, sounding more confused and frightened as he walked onward, searching each painting for something only he knew. She stopped and watched in amazement as he began pulling at his own hair, spinning in wild circles screaming about running away from a man with red eyes. As he sank to the floor, she ran to him, faster than she’d run from the busted party. “Lucius! Lucius, what’s the matter?” She took his face in her hands, but his eyes wouldn’t focus on anything. “Lucius, snap out of it! It’s ok! There’s no one coming for you, you’re safe!” There were tears in her eyes, but she couldn’t feel them. She kept trying to rouse Lucius from the nightmare he was living and looked to Severus. “Don’t just stand there, do something!” 

Severus blinked slowly but for some reason, he found it hard to focus on Narcissa’s face. His vision suddenly swam in front of him and he lurched forward almost as if a wave crashed into him. “Narcissa!” He cried out, words slurred, “Narcissa help me!” Blood roared in his ears as he tried to get a grip on reality. His arms floundered in front of him as he tried to ‘swim’ up to the surface. “Help me Narcissa! Lucius! I’m drowning!”

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Of course he had danced with Narcissa in the past. There were numerous occasions where they were forced to dance at his father’s parties. Dancing was second nature to him, thanks to his traditional Pureblood upbringing, so it never really seemed odd to dance with her. Every ball, they would dance, mostly ballroom dancing to the sound of a live orchestra, but occasionally they would dance a tango or something adventurous. Dancing with her wasn’t anything to feel strange about, but he had never danced with her like this.

He had been to parties, obviously, he was Lucius Malfoy, but he never could quite remember what happened the next morning. He assumed he had danced with all of the Slytherin girls in his year, except Narcissa. She hardly showed up to these things, and when she did, she avoided him. He never really thought of her as the kind of girl who would party, which is why his hallucination intrigued him. He had never seen her dance in this fashion.. He supposed he had an extremely good imagination, enhanced by the potions. He decided to let his imagination go wild, and just let whatever happened, happen. He moved with her, his hand eventually ending up on her waist, his heartbeat picking up speed. He made a mental note to thank Vladimir for the potion the next day. This stuff was insanely good. He had never had anything like it, something that could make him feel like he was dancing with the girl of his dreams while he was actually lying on a couch. 

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, warm and sensual when she lifted her hair to cool herself off. She closed her eyes, trying to heighten her other four senses to better take in the essence that was Lucius. Her emotions warred with one another and she tried to slow her rapidly beating heart and calm her thoughts. She was grinding with Lucius Malfoy. She was grinding with Lucius Malfoy! On the one hand, he was very good-looking, charming, rich, and made for wonderful conversation. On the other, he was vain, short-tempered, spoiled and argumentative. She was unsure where she wanted this to go, but was almost positive Lucius would remember less than half of what occurred at the party… if he remembered anything at all. So she would let things progress how they may and hope that nothing would stick in his mind. Sev was the only problem. She knew Lucius was pretty far gone, but Sev was far more careful and would fill him in on the details in the morning like a good best friend. Then they’d be back where they started, not speaking for fear of the other’s reaction.

Forcing the thoughts to the back of her mind, she moved to the music against Lucius and tried to forget Severus standing 6 inches away, jumping up and down and screaming about how awesome everything was. Maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about him remembering anything after all. To be safe, she tried to slowly maneuver her partner to a different section of dance floor. It proved rather difficult to navigate the mass of humanity surrounding them. This would have been much easier if it had been one of the Malfoys dinner parties where they used to dance. Well, she thought to herself, If at first you don’t succeed… and began to move, step by step, to the other side of the dance floor. 

As the party dived into the late hours of the night, people began drifting to the dance floor, crowding up the space. For a moment, caught in a wave of drunk and horny teenagers, Severus lost sight of Lucius and Narcissa.

He pushed past a throng of Ravenclaws until he finally reached them. “Hey guys!”

For a brief moment he realizes some Ravenclaw’s grinding on him, but suddenly a hand reaches out from the crowd and pulls her away.

His eyes drift from Narcissa to their interrupter, and they light up, “Severusssss!” As soon as he said it, the music cut short. The crowd settled down, wondering what in Salazar’s name was going on. 

“EVERYBODY OUT!” Professor Tullencrest, looking absolutely livid, stood upon a table next to a confused Headmaster Dippet. “FIVE HUNDRED POINTS FROM EACH OF THE HOUSES! BACK TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS, NOW!” The room went completely silent, you couldn’t even hear a bass drop. could hear a pin drop. The majority of the crowd started rushing out of the rooms. Lucius heard teachers yelling in the hallways, and he assumed they were punishing whatever students they could get their hands on. Nothing like a party getting busted to sober him up.

No sooner had she separated Lucius from his greasier counterpart, than he appeared miraculously at her side. Marvelous. Suddenly the music died and the lights flared to life, temporarily blinding half of the crowd. This can’t bode well, she thought, and her fears were confirmed when half of the staff began sending bodybind hexes through the crowd. Of course. The one night she decided to have fun and actually attend a party, it gets busted. She knew no one could cast a silencing charm strong enough to contain all that noise. She ducked as a jinx flew past her head. They had to get out, and fast, or Lucius would be off the Quidditch team for sure and all of Slytherin would blame her and he’d never speak to her again. She grabbed his hand and yanked him forward, ducking and dodging through the crowd as best she could while dragging an intoxicated Quidditch player behind her. When they finally reached the door, she shot through unscathed and kept running. If she could just get them back to the dorm rooms, they’d be safe.

Severus grabs Lucius’s hand as they’re tugged out of the door. Some kid’s started firing hexes every where and he shouts as a teacher next to him gets hit, slumping against the wall. Kids were pouring into the corridor and running in different directions, desperate to get back to their common rooms. He hears bangs and squeals from the Hufflepuff common room and he realizes someone’s set off fireworks.

“This way!” He shouts, pushing Narcissa and Lucius into an empty hallway, out of the frenzy.

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This was definitely not what she had in mind. Pressed up next to her Lucius on one side and Severus on the other. As much as she loved to talk to Sev and enjoyed his company, he was quite a ways down on the list of people she wanted to grind with. And of course she could see him, what on earth was Lucius talking about? It’s not like he had a bad habit of becoming invisible or anything. She shrugged it off and just danced, ignoring the poor, socially challenged blighter.

The bass pounded deep into her bones, shaking the floor. How anyone had cast a silencing charm powerful enough to mask it was beyond belief. Lucius still held her hand, and she let herself drift even closer to him, guiding his arm around her waist out of habit. It was much more comfortable to dance this way, and was less awkward with less eye contact. She swayed her hips to the beat and wound her other hand into her hair to keep it out of her eyes. Things might be about to get heated. 

Of course he had danced with Narcissa in the past. There were numerous occasions where they were forced to dance at his father’s parties. Dancing was second nature to him, thanks to his traditional Pureblood upbringing, so it never really seemed odd to dance with her. Every ball, they would dance, mostly ballroom dancing to the sound of a live orchestra, but occasionally they would dance a tango or something adventurous. Dancing with her wasn’t anything to feel strange about, but he had never danced with her like this.

He had been to parties, obviously, he was Lucius Malfoy, but he never could quite remember what happened the next morning. He assumed he had danced with all of the Slytherin girls in his year, except Narcissa. She hardly showed up to these things, and when she did, she avoided him. He never really thought of her as the kind of girl who would party, which is why his hallucination intrigued him. He had never seen her dance in this fashion.. He supposed he had an extremely good imagination, enhanced by the potions. He decided to let his imagination go wild, and just let whatever happened, happen. He moved with her, his hand eventually ending up on her waist, his heartbeat picking up speed. He made a mental note to thank Vladimir for the potion the next day. This stuff was insanely good. He had never had anything like it, something that could make him feel like he was dancing with the girl of his dreams while he was actually lying on a couch. 

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, warm and sensual when she lifted her hair to cool herself off. She closed her eyes, trying to heighten her other four senses to better take in the essence that was Lucius. Her emotions warred with one another and she tried to slow her rapidly beating heart and calm her thoughts. She was grinding with Lucius Malfoy. She was grinding with Lucius Malfoy! On the one hand, he was very good-looking, charming, rich, and made for wonderful conversation. On the other, he was vain, short-tempered, spoiled and argumentative. She was unsure where she wanted this to go, but was almost positive Lucius would remember less than half of what occurred at the party… if he remembered anything at all. So she would let things progress how they may and hope that nothing would stick in his mind. Sev was the only problem. She knew Lucius was pretty far gone, but Sev was far more careful and would fill him in on the details in the morning like a good best friend. Then they’d be back where they started, not speaking for fear of the other’s reaction.

Forcing the thoughts to the back of her mind, she moved to the music against Lucius and tried to forget Severus standing 6 inches away, jumping up and down and screaming about how awesome everything was. Maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about him remembering anything after all. To be safe, she tried to slowly maneuver her partner to a different section of dance floor. It proved rather difficult to navigate the mass of humanity surrounding them. This would have been much easier if it had been one of the Malfoys dinner parties where they used to dance. Well, she thought to herself, If at first you don’t succeed… and began to move, step by step, to the other side of the dance floor. 

As the party dived into the late hours of the night, people began drifting to the dance floor, crowding up the space. For a moment, caught in a wave of drunk and horny teenagers, Severus lost sight of Lucius and Narcissa.

He pushed past a throng of Ravenclaws until he finally reached them. “Hey guys!”

For a brief moment he realizes some Ravenclaw’s grinding on him, but suddenly a hand reaches out from the crowd and pulls her away.

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He reached out, and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. He frowned. This stuff was either professionally made, or Vladimir had put something new in his regular potion. Hallucinations almost never felt this lifelike. “Wow…” A smile spread across his face again. Why not enjoy this while he could? The real Narcissa had made it very clear that she didn’t want to see him, but this Narcissa couldn’t walk away. This was a perfect opportunity to talk, for Narcissa couldn’t talk back. The music had settled down, a slow song made it easier to hold a conversation. “Want to hear something funny? I don’t even remember what our fight was about.”

A dopey smile spread across his face like honey dripping off a knife: sickly sweet and oddly terrifying. She cocked an eyebrow skeptically, wondering what on earth he was up to. A quieter song slowly overtook the pounding bass and he leaned closer. He reached forward, and she flinched worriedly only to feel his hand brush the hair off her cheek. Warm fingertips, even in the muggy sauna the DADA classrooms had become. She stared up at the anomaly of a man that was Lucius Malfoy, high as a kite, and almost smiled when he admitted that their fight was trivial to the point of forgetfulness. She thought for a moment. Lucius was never this forthcoming about his faults, and this sounded too damn close to an apology for her to be comfortable. As a precaution, she simply folded her arms and cocked her head to one side skeptically, as if to say, “What fight? I don’t remember a fight.” 

He gasped. ”That didn’t happen?” A laugh followed his question, ”Wait.. Did you forget too? We fought about… I don’t know.. Over summer. And now I can’t talk to you in the halls, but I see you in my dreams..” A thought suddenly occured to him. Maybe his hallucination of Narcissa didn’t know about their fight. ”Or… Did we fight? I might be wrong.” He shook his head, ”It doesn’t matter. Let’s not dwell on that, hmm?” He dropped his hand from her face, took her hand, intertwining their fingers. ”Let’s dance.”

Watching him bluster about was simultaneously hilarious and endearing. Poor Lucius. She blushed furiously when he admitted to dreaming about her. Could he feel the same way about her as she did about him? Of course not, she was far too strong-willed for him. He liked his girls submissive as a field mouse. Regardless, she had to admit he was doing a pretty good job of grovelling. Admitting he might be wrong was a gigantic leap for the proud man, and she didn’t take it for granted. “I do recall a fight, but I also recall that it was your fault.” Then he tangled his fingers with hers and her heart soared into her throat, stopping her vocal cords from functioning correctly. She gulped, forcing everything back to its rightful place and she said, “Well, maybe it was a bit my fault too.” She looked over at Severus who seemed to be pointedly ignoring the exchange between two of his closest friends and realized how horridly uncomfortable he must feel. “Er, are you sure you want to leave Sev? He’ll never find us if we go out on the floor.” Unquestionably, she hoped Lucius would say that Sev would be fine on his own and lead her onto the floor. 

His eyes widened, “You can…see him?” He wasn’t used to his hallucinations interacting with other people. He sighed, “You’re right…We shouldn’t leave him here alone. He can come with us!” He reached down and intertwined his other hand with Severus’. “Let’s all dance together!”

For a moment he hesitates, looking down at Lucius’s hand, but he’s already being yanked onto the dance floor before he can protest. They’re all cramped, bodies pressing against one another, as the music drives them.

“This is awesome!” He shouts over the music to no one in particular.