Snucius one-shots

Greasy black hair, and black eyes, you must be my future husband

*Lucius POV*

I was sitting on the couch next to Sev in Malfoy Manor, it was the summer after the war, and Sev was brought back to life... somehow... along with Dumbledore and whoever else mattered that died. Draco was standing pacing around the room ranting on about Potter again. Suddenly a thought popped into my head.

"Draco, if you hate Potter so much, why did you ask to be his friend in your first year?" I asked. "I- uh... heh uh I... didn't hate him yet?" Draco replied.

"But you hated the Weasley already just because I did, why not Potter?"

"How do you know I hated the Weasley huh?" Severus chuckled a little at this, "The first thing you said to him was 'red hair and a hand-me-down robe, you must be a Weasley' and then you said that you were better than him and that Potter shouldn't be friends with him." He said. "That was the line you thought of?" I said, "That's like if I came up to Severus over here and said, 'Greasy black hair, and black eyes, you must be my future husband'."

"If you said that to me, you'd be talking to the wrong person," Sev said. "And why is that?" I said. "Because you're already divorcing 'Cissa, and when that happens, you're already gonna start acting like my husband even though we aren't even dating."

"I said future didn't I?" "I still won't marry you."

"Oh, okay then, I'll just go to my room and cry now then, bye," I replied getting off the couch and going to my room. Unfortunately, Severus wasn't fazed, and Draco was just shocked and confused.

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