Genre – Angst/Humour
Format – Third person
Rating – PG-13
Warnings – Sex, metaphorical sex, slash, deep thinking, cynicism
Couplings – Harry/Draco, and I'll leave you to work the rest out
Summary – Remus Lupin was controlled, but he wasn't in control. Not when it came to Lucius Malfoy.
A/N – This was a challenge fic I found floating around when cleaning out my files… I deduced that my friend Moose set up the challenge (firstly because Remus/Lucius isn't a typical coupling of mine and secondly because the challenge lines just have her written all over them) despite the fact that she cannot remember giving the challenge, and I for the life of me cannot remember receiving it. But anyway, read, enjoy, review, and this one goes out to Ralspudzinmoose!
Oh yes, and it is presumably AU as Lupin is still teaching at Hogwarts and Harry is taking NEWTS, so just imagine there has not, as of yet, been any resolvation of the Voldemort situation, and Remus has returned to Hogwarts. The fic is unfinished so I may decide to cast light on his return, but you've have to REVIEW to find out (oh yes, I'm sneaky)
Challenge lines -
"Three, three, the rising"
"Look wolfie, you might be used to doing it doggy style but I'm not so just stay still and shut the fuck up!"
"Wait, wait, sorry, just WHAT was that about a...a...you know..."
Three, three, the rising: Chapter 1
In which Remus Lupin contemplates his sanity, and Lucius Malfoy is a smug, smirking bastard.
Remus Lupin was controlled.
He had to be. Certain... genetic abnormalities made it necessary for him to be totally and completely controlled in everything he did, whenever he could be. He was renowned for being always calm, always rational and always in control.
So why was it that Lucius Malfoy, of all people, made him, in all circumstances, as Sirius and James so eloquently put it all those years ago 'like, totally warp out dude'?
It was ridiculous!
That cold, arrogant, manipulating money-machine had no right to come marching into Hogwarts demanding this and that, just like he'd always done, as though he owned the entire wizarding world.
Remus remembered screaming to that self-satisfied sneer when he was about fifteen or so, that there would come a time when the realization would hit smug, smirking bastards that they couldn't just go through life threatening to sue people.
Unfortunately he'd been proved wrong.
Slightly more than fifteen or so years later than that, a certain smug, smirking bastard was proceeding to just go through life threatening to sue people, and more precisely was proceeding to just go through life swanning around Hogwarts and threatening to sue Remus Lupin for failing his sons Defense Against the Dark Arts NEWT regardless of the fact that the boy never even bothered turning up for the exam.
Not that Draco was stupid.
On the contrary – he was customarily the victor in all confrontations, battles and duels in Defense Against the Dark Arts, largely due to the fact that he cut out the 'Defense Against' part before his opposition had managed to disarm him.
Took after his father though. No ability to win gracefully. And the worst thing, Remus found, about those kind of people is that they never lose.
Lucius Malfoy never lost. Oh no, not to Snape, who so coveted the subject even in his school days, not to Sirius or James, the ever triumphant adventure-extrodinaires, not even to Remus, in more ways than one the Defense Against the Dark Arts expert.
Lucius Malfoy was a law unto himself. Cruel, contemptuous, conceited, the very thought of him was enough to drive Remus round the bend, the thought of his self-assured stride, the haughty manner of his glare, the way his nose was ever-so-slightly upturned, as though he had something repugnant underneath it, his condescending and self-possessed demeanor, his proud and undaunted stance, his complete domination and orchestration of absolutely everybody which was both unexplainable and simply incomprehensible and his indefinable, aggravating, egotistical, stuck-up nonchalance at everything...
This was what drove Remus Lupin, the most controlled man on the planet, out of control.
And what frightened him was that he didn't quite know why.
The thought of fucking Lucius Malfoy was a fantasy he had quite frequently entertained in his teenage years, but had discarded as soon as his hormones possibly allowed him to do so. His straightness aside, the notion of the actual mechanics with Lucius Malfoy, control freak, selfish, arrogant bastard and malicious sadist, was quite terrifying.
So it couldn't be sex.
Some sort of past life in which he was linked to Lucius Malfoy Remus had also contemplated, but again discarded on the grounds that, to be perfectly honest, he rather felt that in his past life he had been some kind of barbaric hunter, and irony had decided that it wanted to entertain itself rather grandly and have him re-born as a child ridiculously moronic enough to get himself bitten by a werewolf. The dreams of icy wastelands, caves and crude spears that occasionally occurred, especially under the influence of Ogden's Firewhisky, helped to enforce this idea. He supposed Lucius Malfoy could have been his wife or something, but he must have been a bloody good one to get born anew as such a perversely rich, evil autocrat.
And the idea of Lucius Malfoy as a fire-wielding prehistoric witch wearing nothing more than a polar bear skin was too much for Remus to handle.
So it couldn't be any past life.
Remus vaguely though once that he could have some sort of magical link to Lucius Malfoy, corresponding magic or enchantment bonds or something like that. However, the fact that Lucius Malfoy was a respectable wizard in his public life, a despicable, underhand warlock in his private life and basic amoral torturer of anyone remotely beneficial to mankind in his spare time, alerted Remus to the fact that had no wish for any compatibility in their magic of any kind.
So it couldn't... well Remus didn't much like the idea of a magical link.
He supposed then it boiled down to a mutual hatred, but Remus reckoned with himself that there were few reasons as to why he actually had any personal hatred towards Lucius Malfoy, and most of them were to do with Sirius. Remus also reckoned that Lucius Malfoy wouldn't think about him enough to hate him, let alone experience any kind of bond between them.
Maybe it was love.
What the hell? Remus wondered what perverse and severely disturbed corner of his brain that had come from.
So what? So what was it? What was it that made Remus Lupin such a wild, furious savage when it came to dealing with Lucius Mal...
"Hey! What the hell is you're problem, can't you watch where you're going?" The words burst out of him with such aggression that at first Remus didn't realize it was him who was speaking.
"Well, well, well, Remus Lupin. Just the... 'man' I wanted to see."
-- Fin --
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