With Lucius' Help

Okay, so I had this really weird dream, and, well, voilĂ ! A new story! This is a Severus Snape/Harry Potter story, but does mention Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter. Hope you enjoy! It's written in Harry POV but might have some Lucius' POV and Sev POV thrown in.

I was eagerly waiting for him to come home. Him. Lucius Malfoy, my boyfriend of two years. After the war, I had not only 'come out' as people say, but admitted my love for Lucius.

I don't know really what I love about him. His silky hair, his perfected speech, damn, even his smell turns me on.

Today was our anniversary, and I was cooking spaghetti on the stove. It was his favourite.

Maybe I should explain exactly what happened after the war?

Okay. After the killing curse rebounded we all had a great time. I think we had parties and festivities for a month all over the world.

And of course, Harry Potter was expected to go to all of them.

After the partying was finally done, I went back to Hogwarts for my final year, and had a very odd experience of becoming friend with Draco.

He invited me to his house for the Christmas Holidays since The Weasley Clan were off visiting Charlie in Romania on the Dragon Reserve.

I had an even odder experience meeting the real Lucius Malfoy, while going through Christmas festivities with Draco, and his boyfriend Blaise.

Needless to say I fell hard for Lucius and he me.

What happened afterwards is rather a blur. But I do remember waking up in different beds all over the manor with Lucius next to me naked, countless times.

I told everyone about it, and Lucius started to warm up to the Weasley's and Hermione. I even became friends with Severus. Imagine that!

So that's how I got here today, in a small house in Hogsmeade, with three bedrooms, (one for us and to guests), a small but comfortable living room and kitchen. It also had two bathrooms,and an underground swimming pool.

It was a bit much for me, all I ever wanted was a simple house, and to be with someone who loves me.

I heard the floo roar to life, and saw my wonderful boyfriend step out.

I stirred the spaghetti some more before walking over to him, and wrapping my arms around him.

My day started going downhill, when he first refused my hug, and said the exact four words, no one in a couple ever wants to hear. And once they do, it breaks their heart.

He said "We need to talk."

So? What do you think?

*Dives to floor to avoid rotten fruit*

Aw come on, it wasn't that bad.

I promise it will get better. Now