Author's Note: Hello people this is my break away from the chapter stories I'm working on, I decided to take a crack at drabbles and I hope you enjoy it. This is something I spoke about with Kamerreon and she gave me the go ahead. It looked like fun and should be good practice. So ask away, and feel free to send me prompts and ideas of your own. I'll write something with 300 words or less in response to prompts. Please be aware that the formatting of prompt requests: pairing/prompt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! But! My ideas... well... the way I write yours anyways. :) WARNING: all chapters with have a rating so if the person is too sensitive with my drabble's contents then you do not have to read them or skip to the next one.
This one is rated M to be safe, because of the chan, and the perversions of a walking cane. :D
If Wishes were Basilisks
Tomo-maru wants… Lucius/Harry and Lucius' cane
Snakes
Now Harry realized something about himself, he was fascinated with snakes.
From the moment he entered the Wizarding World, Harry saw snakes wherever he went. From a python to the Chamber of Secrets, there were snakes, but there was one snake that caught his interest, and that was Mr. Malfoy and his silver snake headed cane.
He didn't know why, but the way that the smooth, cool, silver gently moved across the side of his face, inspecting him when they first met in Diagon Alley when he was twelve, made something flutter inside of Harry.
It happened again at the World Cup, and Mr. Malfoy was there in the top box with Harry's group.
Mr. Malfoy caught his eye with his cool, silver orbs, meeting luminous green. His left hand was grasping the cane while his right caressed the snake head.
It drew Harry's attention immediately.
Fascinated as the man's large elegant hand, caressed the silver piece slowly, gently, with a loving touch, his dexterous fingers moving all along the groves of the snake. The movement made him shiver, a thought popped up in his head, thoughts of those hands doing the same to his body.
As Harry watched the man's hands, Lucius watched on memorizing the changes in the little fey like creature from two years before when the little one was twelve. Lucius smirked in amusement as he watched the boy's eyes following his fingers. It would seem that he was going to enjoy himself tonight and it had nothing to do with playing with muggles, as the others wanted.
As the chaos of camp erupted around them, Lucius found himself deep in the forest with the boy. Pressing himself against the tiny morsel, claiming him as the silver snake headed cane caressed him once again.
