Nephilim Bride | A Severus Snape x Reader Lemon Series

An Uncomfortable Meeting

It turned out that Lucius Malfoy was a tall, serious man with long silver hair. I straightened to my full height, wishing I was dressed a bit more impressively. He turned to face the professor, Arya, and I as we came into the vast entrance hall. 

"Miss (Y/N)," Malfoy swept me an elegant bow, "A pleasure to meet you." 

I gave him a nod, "A pleasure to meet you too."

Then straightening back up, Malfoy continued, "The Minister sent me over to meet you. I have a proposition for you that I think you might find interesting."

I tried fain surprise, "Of course, Mr. Malfoy. Right this way, I'll show you where we are staying. Arya, will you be a dear and get us some tea?" Arya nodded then scurried off. Then I turned to the professor.

"Thank you for your time," Snape said before I could even open my mouth, "I'll come by later." And with that said, he turned on his heel and left.

"An odd fellow, but a decent one." Malfoy said, watching Snape's retreating form. I said nothing, but led my guest down to our suit of rooms. There was tea waiting for us in the main room. I gestured towards an empty chair by the fire as I sat down. Malfoy sat down and crossed his legs, all business.

"I have been told by Minister Fudge that you are seeking a husband for a marriage alliance." He dove right into the point.

"I am." I replied, wary. I wasn't sure if I liked this man or not. 

"I have a son," Malfoy carried on, "Draco. He is a fifth year student here."

"A child?" I scoffed, interrupting him with a laugh, "Mr. Malfoy, I mean no offense, but I cannot marry a child. There is no telling on how he turn out to be."

Malfoy's nostril's flared slightly as he spoke again, "My son comes from a good family with an old name. He would be a credit to you."

I sat there for a long moment, gathering my thoughts before replying, "I'm sure he would. But I must be careful about who I choose as a husband. You understand my position, of course." Malfoy nodded silently. 

"I understand, Miss (Y/N)." He finally said, standing up, "I'm afraid I must go, I'm sorry to rush off." With that, he swept out of the room in a dignified huff. I sat there for a moment, slightly stunned. Did he really just storm out in a fit because I told him no?

"What was that?" Frey asked as he came in, peering back over his shoulder. 

"I don't know," I replied, "But I think we just made a decent enemy."