Out of the Question
Warning: SLASH! Don't like, don't read. And the characters are JKR's, not mine, obviously.
Lucius Malfoy: smooth, sophisticated and stinking rich, Marcus Flint thought. Yes, that summed the man up quite nicely. And sexy, of course.
Marcus had been told to visit Lucius Malfoy over the summer holidays by Professor Snape, since his Potions grades were suffering strikingly. At first, Marcus had been understandably horrified – the last thing he wanted was more studying – but now he was coming round to the idea.
Lucius was a real Malfoy – sly, shrewd and systematic to the sinew – and Marcus wasn't just watching him with admiration in his eyes. There was something else – lust? Hunger? Greed?
It was because Marcus was watching Lucius that he failed to notice the Potion boiling over. He failed to notice it creeping along the floor towards him. He failed to notice that the floor was black and smoking where the Potion had touched it. He only had eyes for Lucius.
Luckily, Lucius was more alert than Marcus, and knew a dangerous Potion when he saw one. He Vanished it with a word, leaving Marcus looking rather stupid with his mouth hanging open. The power behind that spell!
Marcus looked up at Lucius' furious face.
"Can't you even keep half an eye on your Potion, boy? Do we have to go over the basic rules of safety you should have learnt in first year? Watch that Potion, this time."
Marcus turned back to his Potion, sadly.
Lucius may be smooth, sophisticated, stinking rich, sly, shrewd, systematic and scarily sexy, but he was also male, and, Marcus realised, old enough to be Marcus' father.
Out of the question, as Marcus' own father would no doubt have said.