Unexpectedly Expecting

37: The Interview

Lucius

Lucius waited until his cousin was done laying out his plan before speaking, "Dumbledore could tell us nothing, you know that right?"

Severus frowned. "It's worth it. Besides, I do not fancy trying to finesse a prison invitation to visit Grindlewald. Do you? The Swiss Alps are bollocks freezing temperatures year round, and I happen to need mine."

Lucius couldn't help but laughing, "True. She is an exquisite young thing I must admit, although brunettes usually aren't my type."

"Do you fancy another broken hip?"
"You slept with my wife before."

Severus shrugged. "I seem to remember blood on her bedroom sheets the first time."

Lucius felt a brief spasm of that old jealousy. He had Narcissa first. Not him, her 'dearly intended,' but his cousin, and best friend. He forced himself to remain calm. "Yes, I am aware. Are we going to go see the old sod or not?"

"Naturally. Unless you fancy frozen bollocks," Severus smirked.

"No thanks. One Dark Lord is enough for me, let alone a former one. The former being a powerful Seer as well as sharing your particular gifts."

"Oh, well, then fetch your daughter in law, she has that gift."

"Sure, let's all go on the yellow brick road together. Click those heels Dorothy."

"Sure thing, Scarecrow."

They tried to maintain their calm, but then broke out in laughter. Lucius leaned on his cane, and used magic to change out of his pajamas, and into proper wizard robes. "You can turn around now, prude."

"I'm not a nudist like you."

Lucius grinned. "Uh huh. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful."

Severus rolled his eyes. "I'm stunning you if we don't leave now, you preening peacock."

"Ouch. It's not that little."
"Mine is still bigger."
"True. Let's go."

They left, and grabbed lunch in the Three Broomsticks. Of course, they were stared at, because of their status as deatheaters, but Madam Rosmerta kept throwing longing glances Lucius's way.

Severus sipped his firewhiskey laced butterbeer. "If you have to get your rocks off, I will be at the castle."

Rosmerta slipped Lucius a note when they paid for their lunch split evenly both ways on to the table. I have my break in five minutes. If you're interested. XOXO--Ros

"Go. You're more agreeable when you get laid," Severus insisted.

"So are you. You must be getting it on the regular," Lucius winked.

Severus shrugged. "Mum hormones."

"Best part of pregnancy in my opinion. I wanted that to be a pleasant marital surprise for you. It encourages us wizards to knock them up regularly as part of nature's divine plan to keep wizarding kind afloat, I believe."

"I didn't say I would have more."
"I would in your shoes."
"She is not Narcissa."

Lucius frowned. "I speak only as a widower who has been through to the other side of my witch going through motherhood. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lonely bar witch to fuck thoroughly, and you have a big pretentious office to go talk to a tedious dead man in a portrait."

"You will speak with him as well."

"True. But not without having some fun first. Go on, I'll be fine."

"Fine, but don't cry to me when you break your neck out here leaning on that cane of yours," Severus drawled.

"I'll keep that in mind..."