Something different I Severus/Lucius/Y/N

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Dobby hurriedly scuttled back to the doorway, ushering Severus Snape into the vast expanse of Malfoy Manor. The halls were silent, lined with ancient artifacts and imposing portraits that observed the newcomer with imperious stares. Snape's presence in the manor was not uncommon, but the urgency of his visit was palpable in his brisk pace and the solemn set of his expression.

As he followed Dobby through the labyrinthine corridors, Severus kept his hand discreetly near the pocket that contained the vial of *Confinio Oblivionis*. The potion, a significant risk and a last resort, rested heavily against him, a constant reminder of the gravity of the discussions that lay ahead.

Reaching Lucius's office, Dobby bowed slightly and pushed open the heavy wooden door, announcing Snape's arrival. "Master Snape to see you, Master Malfoy," Dobby said, his voice a respectful murmur before he quickly exited, leaving the two alone.

Lucius, standing by his desk with a now abandoned attempt at a drink, turned to face Severus with an inquisitive lift of his eyebrow. The room was steeped in the rich, earthy scent of old books and polished wood, a testament to the wealth and history of the Malfoy lineage.

"Severus, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Lucius's tone was cool, composed, but the underlying tension between them was evident. He gestured to a chair opposite his desk, an invitation for Snape to sit.

Snape moved into the room, his black robes barely making a sound against the floor. He chose not to sit, instead standing firmly, his eyes meeting Lucius's with a seriousness that matched the gravity of his unspoken thoughts.

Severus eyed Lucius's attire—a sharp, emerald green velvet suit that was certainly more elegant than his usual daywear. It was an unusual choice for Lucius, known for his preference for darker, more subdued tones. The realization that Lucius was dressed for an occasion, coupled with the timing of his visit, added another layer to the already tense atmosphere.

"Are you going somewhere?" Severus asked, his tone carrying a hint of suspicion mingled with genuine curiosity. He knew Lucius well enough to understand that such attire was not chosen without reason.

Lucius's gaze flickered briefly, a silent acknowledgment of Severus's acumen. He straightened, smoothing the fabric of his jacket with a hand. "Indeed, I am attending a dinner tonight at Y/N's family home. It's... a delicate affair, given recent events," Lucius explained, his voice betraying a slight undercurrent of stress. "I believe it's crucial for mending certain frictions and ensuring things proceed smoothly in the future."

Severus's expression remained unreadable, but internally, he processed this information rapidly.

"I see," Severus said slowly, his mind already turning over the implications. "Future without potential complications."

Lucius nodded, his expression firming with resolve. "Exactly. Tonight must go well, Severus. I trust you understand the necessity of presenting a united front, not just for Y/N's sake, but for all involved."

Lucius, now fully aware of the delicate subject matter, fixed Severus with a scrutinizing look, his initial curiosity turning into concern. "Severus. Now, tell me, why have you come today?"

Severus paused, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on him. He subtly patted the vial of *Confinio Oblivionis* hidden in his pocket, a reminder of the extreme measure he had prepared as a last resort.

"Lucius, our primary concern should be containment. The details of our trip must remain private, not only to protect our own reputations but also to safeguard Y/N from unnecessary scandal," Severus explained, his voice low and urgent.

Lucius nodded, a flicker of agreement in his eyes. "I understand the need for discretion, Severus. But how do you suggest we ensure this? The risk of information leaking is not insignificant."