Something different I Severus/Lucius/Y/N

dark side

Lucius's reaction sharpened suddenly, a defensive edge cutting through his confusion. His eyes hardened, the familiar stoic facade of the Malfoy patriarch snapping back into place as he recoiled from the implications of my words.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed, his voice raising slightly, marked by disbelief. "No! Go out. You are out of your mind!" His tone was dismissive, a clear indication that he was struggling to make sense of the situation and reflexively pushing away anything that threatened his understanding of reality.

I was stunned, the harshness of his words like a slap. The man who had once looked at me with warmth and affection was now regarding me with cold incredulity. The stark shift in his demeanor was heartbreaking, and for a moment, I was frozen, the pain of his rejection piercing through the confusion.

"Lucius, please," I pleaded, my voice trembling as I tried to bridge the chasm that Snape's intervention had created between us. "I would never search for Draco right now. Something isn't right. We are close—more than what you know."

Lucius's sharp exclamation cut through the tense air like a blade. "About what in the hell are you talking?" he exclaimed, recoiling as if my words were an affront to his very sanity. "Get out. Are you high or something?! Y/N don't be redicculous!"

A single tear escaped my eye as his words landed, each one a blow to my already fragile state. Confusion and hurt swirled within me, escalating rapidly into the beginnings of a panic attack. "What??" I gasped out, my voice rising in pitch and disbelief.

Lucius's sudden movement and firm grip on my shoulders caught me off guard, his touch bordering on rough as he shook me in an attempt to jolt me back to coherence. "Ouch, you're hurting me, Lucius," I protested, wincing at the pressure of his hands. "What are you doing?"

His eyes bore into mine, a mix of frustration and disbelief clouding his features as he struggled to reconcile my words with the reality he knew. "You have some sort of obsession with me or what?" he demanded, his voice tinged with accusation. "You were the one sn... snatching with Snape on the trip, not me."

The accusation hit me like a physical blow, the implication of betrayal twisting like a knife in my gut. "No, Lucius, you don't understand," I pleaded, trying to shake off his grip and failing. "Snape did something to you, to your memories. He's manipulating you."

But Lucius's skepticism remained unyielding, his conviction in his own version of events unwavering. As he continued to shake me, his grip tightening with each passing moment, I felt a sense of desperation creeping in. How could I make him see the truth when he was so firmly entrenched in his own perception of reality?

Lucius's words cut through me like a knife, each one a stinging reminder of the vast divide between us. "I'll never, ever be with someone like you," he declared, his tone cold and final. "You're my boss's daughter, for Merlin's sake. It would be highly unprofessional. And the age gap? Isn't it just too much?"

His words landed with brutal force, a stark reminder of the insurmountable barriers that stood between us. The weight of his rejection settled heavily upon me, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate any hope I had dared to harbor.

As he urged me to "get it together," his frustration palpable in every syllable, I felt a surge of despair wash over me. The realization that our connection, once so vibrant and promising, was now reduced to mere ashes left me reeling with a profound sense of loss.

For a moment, I searched desperately for some flicker of recognition in his eyes, some echo of the tenderness and passion we had once shared. But all I found was a cold, distant gaze, devoid of the warmth and affection that had once drawn me to him like a moth to a flame.