The Tale of Two Enemies

Chapter Nine

"Well well." Lucius began as he delicately dangled a glass of mead from his fingers.

Draco sat in the parlor, toying with the wand in is fingers as his father stood across from him, his eyes perusing the row of books lining the shelf. It seemed as though he were searching through their ranks for one that was suitable, yet the loitering in the man's movements suggested he was using this charade as a mere stepping stone for some ulterior motive.

"How fascinating." Lucius's eyes darted to his son's as though hoping to illicit a response from his words alone.

"I never would have guessed." The older wizard continued, as though attempting to provoke an answer from the only other person in the room.

"What?" Draco sneered at his father, growing irritated by his little game as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Damn he hated how oblique the man could be at times. The worst part is that his father probably thinks he's being tactful.

"As it so happens, I have stumbled across a rather interesting piece of literature."

Draco expelled the air from his lungs in an excessively loud fashion, not bothering to hide the fact that he doubted his father was about to discuss something that was actually of interest.

"Is that right?" Draco sighed, almost lazily as he fixated once more upon the wand in his hands.

"It seems Severus Snape has a secret admirer."

Draco raised an eyebrow at his father's words. Who the hell would find the greasy git attractive?

"What do you mean?" The younger blonde screwed up his face, his curiosity winning over his revulsion.

"As it so happens, I have stumbled across a rather insightful notebook."

Draco raised his eyebrow at his father's words.

"Notebook?"

"Yes. It has contains a rather interesting story."

Draco gasped, could this be it?

The one he had tried so hard to get his hands on?

"You mean you have the notebook?"

"God's no Draco." Lucius screwed up his face as though he had just witnessed something truly revolting before placing his glass down on the bookshelf.

The younger wizard gazed up at his father, confusion culminating before giving way to seething rage.

How had his father not at least held onto it long enough for him to see it.

"Why on Earth would I want to keep that tripe?" Lucius added, after witnessing the strange emotions fusing within his son's eyes.

"No, no. I found a far more entertaining solution."

"What?" Draco practically spat as he sat upright in his seat.

"Why I gave the notebook to Severus of course." Lucius stated, as though disappointed that his son hadn't come to the conclusion himself.

"I'm sure he will find it an amusing read."

"But what was it about?"

"Weren't you listening? It was a romance story about Severus." Lucius shook his head, quickly growing tired of having to repeat himself.

Draco screwed up his face.

Eww.

Does that mean the Mudblood has her eyes set upon Snape?