What if --
Lucius were headmaster
Harry sighed and laid his head in his hand. He looked out the window and saw that the snow was falling down slowly, oh so slowly.
He sighed once more.
"Mr. Potter."
McGonagall's voice sounded cold and firm.
Harry's green eyes left the window and the world outside and looked up at his teacher.
"Yes professor." He said nervous.
"Can you show us how to make a statue into a fire spurting dragon?" she asked and her light brown eyes were fixed in his.
Harry shook his head.
"No professor." He said in a low voice and lowered his head.
"Then, may I say that you should pay attention?"
She turned around and walked back to her desk.
Harry felt how he blushed and when he heard someone laugh, he blushed even more and looked up and saw Draco was looking at him, pointing and that he was the one that did the laughing.
He felt how his cheeks burned and he just wanted to punch him in the face.
"Do you find this funny Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked without looking at him.
"No professor." He said with a fake sorry voice.
He turned his grey eyes towards Harry again and laughed without making any sound.
Harry sighed once more and looked out through the window with a longing look.
Oh how he wished that this lesson would end, because then he would be free for the evening and play quidditch.
"Harry." A voice whispered just a few inches from his head. "You need to pay attention."
"I do Hermione." He whispered back.
His eyes fell upon Draco Malfoy, that little brat. His father said that he wanted to be headmaster, yea right. As long as it wasn't a thickhead sitting in the ministry a man like Lucius would not even come close to the school -- hang on, a thickhead was sitting in the ministry…
A knock on the door to the transfiguration door could be heard.
"Just a minute!" McGonagall shouted and walked towards the door.
Knocking could be heard again.
"I'm coming!" she shouted and finally she was there and opened the door.
Outside stood a quit tall man with long, brown hair and ice blue eyes. His skin was as pale as a dead man was and he wore a robe made of black velvet.
"Headmaster Malfoy would like to speak to Mr. Potter." He said and his icy voice echoed through the classroom.
McGonagall looked at Harry and nodded.
"Yes of course. Mr. Potter, you can leave. Your friends can take your homework back to you."
Harry nodded and stood. He looked at Ron and Hermione before he started to walk towards the door.
What have he done now? Everything he did seemed to be wrong, even if it wasn't him he got the blame.
"The headmaster is not very pleased with you Mr. Potter." The man said with a smirk and you could tell that he liked to torture and frightened children more then anything in the world.
He looked down at Harry and without a word he laid his hand on the back of Harry's neck and took a firm grip around his throat and pushed him in front of himself.
Harry opened his mouth in agony and gasped for air. But that only did things worse; he could really feel how the longhaired man dug his painted fingernails into his flesh.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He said close to Harry's ear and gave it a kick lick with his tongue.
He laughed when Harry jumped by the touch.
"We're here." He said and knocked on a large wooden door.
"Come!" a cold voice could be heard from the inside and the door opened.
Lucius was sitting behind his desk and was writing on a roll of paper. When they entered he looked up and his grey eyes fell at once upon Harry. Then they worked their way up on the other man.
"Thank you Ahriman, you can go now." He said with a smirk.
Ahriman nodded and closed the door after him.
Lucius looked long at Harry with a little smirk upon his lips.
"What is it Harry? Why so nervous? The one who lived."
The last thing he said in a low voice, like if he spoke for himself.
It was quiet for a moment and then Lucius looked up at Harry.
"Sit!" he said firmly.
He waited until Harry sat before he continued.
"You wonder why you're here, right?"
Harry nodded slowly. He didn't know if he wanted to know why, because something told him that it was going to be bad. Maybe it was because Lucius hated him, had tried to kill him, once were a death eater (once a death eater, always a death eater), or maybe it was because he was standing there with a smirk upon his face, looking at him.
Lucius moved slowly and smooth across the room. He finally came to the door and locked it. He looked at Harry in the corner of his eyes and smirked once more.
"I do not want anyone to come in here while it's just the two of us."
Harry swallowed and felt how he became nervous and sweat started to show on his forehead. Why was he here? Why did Lucius lock the door? What was going on here?
He looked to his left, but Lucius were gone. When he heard something close to the right of him he jerked and saw Lucius standing there.
"Did I scare you?" he asked with a slight triumph in his voice.
Harry shook his head, and started carefully to look for his wand. If Lucius was going to try and kill him, he was not going to give without a fight.
"Looking for this?" Lucius asked and held up Harry's wand.
When he saw Harry's mouth open in shock he laughed a cold laugh, which sent shivers down Harry's spine.
"How did you… where did… how…"
Harry couldn't find the words to say.
Lucius smirked and walked back to his chair and sat down.
"Harry, Harry, Harry. When are you going to realise that I'm much smarter then you? Of course I knew from the very beginning that you were going to look for it."
"Why am I here!" Harry burst out and tears started to show in his eyes.
Lucius stood once more and walked towards a cupboard standing by a window.
He opened it and took out something, what it was, Harry couldn't see.
The headmaster turned around and a very odd glow could be seen in his eyes.
"Stand." He said and Harry did what he was told. "Turn around."
His eyes worked their way up and down Harry's body and his lips bulged out when he saw Harry's firm buttocks through his robe.
He took some fast steps towards Harry and drew the student's hands on to his back.
When Harry felt something cold close around his wrists he knew what it was.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he shouted both in shock and anger.
He felt Lucius hands on his shoulders and when he looked down at them, all he wanted to do was to bite them.
Harry jerked with his hands from side to side, but the handcuffs were tightly around his wrists and every single move from his side just made them tighter.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry sobbed.
"Didn't Ahriman tell you? I'm not happy with you, and for that you have to be punished--"
He licked Harry's neck.
"-- in my way."
Harry shuddered when he felt Lucius wet tongue touch his neck. He wanted to scream, but he knew that no-one would hear him.
It was like Lucius could read Harry's mind because he slid a cloth over his mouth and kissed his ear.
"I do not want anyone to hear us." He said and nibbled at Harry's earlobe.
He took a few steps backwards and smiled, he loved what he saw.
"Turn around Harry." He said firmly.
Harry didn't know if he wanted to, but when he felt something hard hit his back he did what he was told.
His green eyes looked deep into his headmaster's and then he lowered his head.
Lucius walked towards Harry and laid his hands upon his shoulders. He drew the cloth away from Harry's mouth, but before the student could say anything his mouth was taken by a brutal kiss.
Lucius withdrew his head and then he took a handful of Harry's dark brown hair and pulled back.
Harry opened his mouth in agony and gasped for air. But then his mouth was taken by another brutal kiss and he felt how Lucius forced his tongue into his mouth.
He didn't wan to feel his headmaster's tongue against his own so he drew it as far back as he could, but for what use?
Lucius' tongue tasted every inch of Harry's mouth, and he pressed even further in, making the younger man nauseates.
He finally released Harry's mouth and looked at him, his eyes dark with need.
Harry couldn't swallow, he didn't want to have Lucius' saliva in his body -- he spat. But that only earned him a box on the ear, right over his cheek.
He flew to the stone floor and lost his breath when he hit it.
Harry whimpered in agony and he saw stars and lighting in his eyes. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he was dragged to his feet.
He felt a hand close around his jaw, and fingernails buried into his sensitive skin.
"You do what I tell you to do, and you swallow what I put in your mouth, is that clear!" Lucius whispered firmly into Harry's ear.
When Harry didn't answer, Lucius dug his fingernails even deeper into Harry's flesh, making him cry in pain.
"Is that clear!"
Harry tried to nod, but the hand held him so firmly around his jaw.
"Yes sir…" he finally said almost non-audible.
Lucius released Harry's jaw with a quick jerk, making the younger man's head flew to its right. The older man drew the cloth over Harry's mouth again. Then he lowered his head and kissed the younger man's ear and sucked his earlobe into his mouth and carefully nibbled it.
He kissed Harry were the ear and jaw meats and licked him from that ear to the other. He could feel Harry shudder and Lucius imagined that it was with pleasure.
The older man drew Harry closer to himself and opened up his robe, and after some seconds it was off.
Harry could feel the panic grew larger. Why couldn't anyone come? Just knock on the door; it didn't matter if that person would care what happened to him, but then he had at least some minutes to hide…
But what would that serve? Lucius would only find him, and it would be even worse for him after that.
When he felt the other man's hand on his chest, trying to unbutton his white shirt, he closed his eyes; he didn't want to look at Lucius when he did what he was going to do.
When he felt a wet heat closed around his left nipple he opened his eyes wide and he just had to look down. He could see Lucius down on his knees licking, teasing and nibbling his nipple.
Harry could feel a low burn in his groin and he felt how he started to get hard. Damn it! Why was this happening! He hated being a teenager…
When Lucius nibbled his right nipple he let out a moan.
The headmaster smirked.
"So you do enjoy it. I knew that you would."
Harry called himself every word he could think of.
Lucius kissed his way down from Harry's nipples and stopped when he came to the younger man's trousers.
He looked up at Harry, whose eyes were widen and looked rather scared -- Lucius loved it.
The headmaster slowly unbuttoned Harry's black trousers and drew them down his legs.
When he saw the bulge under the student's boxers he smirked and licked it through the fabric and he felt how Harry shuddered; now he knew that it was by pleasure.
Lucius slowly lowered Harry's boxers and licked him just below his navel.
"If you are a good boy, then things will work out just fine." Malfoy SR said with a smirk and lowered Harry's boxers a bit more.
Harry tried to speak but the gag was so tightly around his mouth so all that came out was some sort of muffled sound.
At last Lucius had dragged off Harry's boxers to the younger man's knees and without any warning he took other man's whole length into his mouth.
Harry shuddered and felt how he's knees started to give. And how much he wanted to wrap his arms around the man who was in front of him, the handcuffs made that impossible.
He could really feel how Lucius' sucked at his hard flesh, how he wrapped his tongue around it and taking him in; consuming him.
Harry just had to moan and he also closed his eyes.
Lucius looked up at the younger man and kissed the head of Harry's erection.
He took a firm grip around Harry's rock hard flesh and started slowly to move back and forth.
The headmaster took off the cloth, from Harry's mouth, with his free hand and kissed the younger man's lips and when he felt that Harry returned it with some effort he increased the pace upon the younger man's cock.
"I want you to come for me." The older man whispered with a hoarse voice. "Come for me."
Harry took a deep breath and gave in to the senses.
He bit his lower lip and pushed his hips forward, deeper into Lucius' fist.
"Mmm…"He panted and he felt how he soon not could keep it in longer.
With a high groan, almost a scream, Harry finally spilled his seed into the headmaster's fist.
Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at Lucius.
The older man smiled an evil smile when he saw Harry's flushed cheek and wet lips.
"Get down." He demanded and Harry did what he was told.
Harry knees had just touched the floor when Lucius pushed his hard flesh into the younger man's mouth and started a quite fast pace.
He laid his hand on the back of the student's head, so he could decide the pace and depth.
Lucius closed his eyes and moaned.
"Yea… that's it…"
He drew back and thrust in, drew back and thrust in.
With a high groan he came to rest in the student's mouth.
And Harry, who didn't dare to spit, swallowed every single bit of Lucius' white seed.
"Now that wasn't so bad Mr Potter…? Mr. Potter…"
"Mr. Potter!"
McGonagall's stern voice woke Harry from his dream.
"Yes Luc… er… Professor?"
Harry felt how he blushed as he looked at Minerva.
"That is the second time I see that you are not paying attention! Five points will be taken from Gryffindor."
She walked back to her desk.
Harry looked at Hermione, who was looking very upset.
"Sorry." Harry murmured.
Harry swallowed and felt how his bulge in his pants started to settle.
"But there is nothing to worry about, if now Lucius was to become headmaster the first thing he will do is to make sure that only pure-blood could make it in to Hogwarts… and those who's already here… he will kick out." Harry thought as the lesson continued.
-- The End --