Title: Pout and Ye Shall Receive

Author: RavynFayre (RavynFayre@aol.com)

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: PG-13 for m/m slash. If this isn't your cup of tea, hit the "back" button on your browser and find something more suitable to your tastes.

Archive: Ask.

A/N: Entry in a dictionary drabble challenge. Oubliette. Function: noun. Etymology: French, from Middle French, from oublier to forget, from (assumed) Vulgar Latin oblitare, frequentative of Latin oblivisci to forget -- more at OBLIVION Date: 1819: a dungeon with an opening only at the top.

"I've been called away – "

"No!" Harry protested, stomping his feet and pouting, ever the petulant child he knew Lucius couldn't resist.

"Yes, Harry," Lucius replied patiently. "I must. It's only for four days."

"I'm coming with you."

"You know it's too soon, love." Lucius drew the boy into his arms, rubbing his back soothingly. "Your appearance now as a follower of Voldemort would ruin his ultimate plan. When the time is right, the wizarding world as we know it will be brought to its knees. Until then, no one can know about you."

Harry pushed Lucius away and stalked to the hearth. "And just what am I supposed to do until you get back?"

"Well, if you ask nicely, I'll give you your present now."

"A present!" Harry clapped his hands and jumped up and down with delight. "Oh, Lucius! Show me!"

Lucius dragged Harry upstairs through the maze that was Malfoy Manor. Shortly, they came to the room just across from their bedchamber. "Close your eyes," Lucius instructed, watching as Harry dutifully squeezed his eyes shut. Not trusting the boy not to peek, Lucius stood behind him, placed his hands over Harry's eyes and nudged him into the room. Once inside, he pulled his hand away with a flourish and said, "You can look now."

"A box," Harry deadpanned. "You got me a box. Oh, Lucius, you shouldn't have."

"Let's not be childish, Harry. I'll have you know this is an oubliette."

"Oh, so it's a French box?"

"You're asking for a good thrashing, aren't you?" Lucius asked, pleased to see Harry grin in return. "No, this 'box' as you call it has a special purpose. It's actually a dungeon. There are no windows. Only a small opening at the top. Have a look."

Harry climbed the ladder next to the oubliette and climbed atop the dungeon. "So I have a French box with a door on top. Could this present get much better?"

"You tell me. Have a look inside."

Harry's eyes lit up like Christmas. "You mean there's more? I knew you wouldn't just give me an empty box!" He pulled open the door with some difficulty, surprised at its weight. It banged against the top as he dropped it, gasping at its contents. "Oh, Lucius. It's beautiful. Still so shiny. Almost like new."

"But not," Lucius reminded him. "I've had this special toy for many years, and I know you've admired it for quite some time as well. I thought it high time I shared it with you. I had it cleaned up and polished, just for you."

"You're the best, Lucius," Harry climbed down the ladder and flung himself into his lover's arms. Their kiss spoke of their undying passion for each other, and promised Lucius' quick return.

"Now, don't tire yourself out with your new toy," Lucius warned him. "I'll want you to show me how much you love me when I return."

"I promise," Harry said, smiling, and crossed his heart.

After another quick kiss, Lucius left, closing the door behind him, leaving Harry alone with his present. Harry was up the ladder again in seconds, peering down into his French box. He was bored. And he wouldn't see Lucius for four days.

"Dray-co," Harry called, his sing-song voice bouncing off the walls. He grinned, watching his new toy shiver. "Come out and play with me."

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