Chapter 2: CH 2: Aftershock and Voices

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Warning: Minor bashing (kind of) um really small lemon swearing and OOC of and this is an A.U oh and Slash

Chapter Two: Aftershock and Voices

I don't know how I didn't wake him when I climbed out of his bed. As I made a hell of a lot of noise making my way out of the bedroom. My glasses had been on the bedside table and a pair of jeans were folded and on the dressing chair. However, lacking a shirt, I took his (which was folded in another pile of clothes along with what looked like the dress pants he was wearing from last night) because even though it may have been summer, it was early and in England, even summer mornings were chilly ones.

'Oh my bloody lord,' I thought bitterly as I tripped over the threshold of the door trying to get out of the oversized bedroom (it was way too big for so little things). The tall, large man rolled over in his bed, throwing an arm out to the side where I had been laying before I arose. I watched for a moment transfixed; It wasn't as though Lucius was in a sexy pose, with everything on display for the world to see - hell I couldn't even see his nicely worked upper body- I could just see his face, calm and relaxed, resembling something that had been carved by the Gods.

"Focus," a voice in my head, which oddly had a Snape-like tone to it, yelled at me. I shook my head and finally made it through the door and then down the first flight of stairs before I tripped down another, knocking over a vase that made a horrid CRASH!
With that, I basically jumped head first down the closest set of stairs I could find and hid myself in a nearby cupboard. After about five minutes of straining my ears to hear the sound of anyone, before I opened the door, peeping in every direction before climbing out and continuing.

I slowly made my way out looking around for any life or even at this point, a window, so I could locate where I was and then I could...
I stopped thinking. Even if I could get outside it would mean nothing. The Malfoy property was probably massive and, according to rumour, was most likely in Wiltshire. It was at least a two-hour drive to Surrey.

Looking around, I leant back against the wall thinking of my options:
I could attempt to get off the property and hitchhike all the way back. Without any money I couldn't take muggle or wizard transport. It would be a long day if I was to do that, and knowing my luck, I would probably end up in a rapist's car. I snorted at the idea of explaining to the Ministry of Magic why I was even in the person's car.
"...I swear I had no choice! I had to get away from Mr. Malfoy, because…well… we just had sex and I wanted to avoid any type communication with him, as that would be extremely awkward..."

Or was it Lucius now?
Does sleeping with someone upgrade you to a first name basis? I mentally snorted as Sirius' voice commented in my head, "Well it did last night."

My stomach gave a leap and a twist as I remembered how he –Lucius . . . Mr. Malfoy. . . Whatever! – had my hands tied to the bed post as I begged him, "Let me cum" and he just laughed, his eyes glinting with happiness and lust as I said his name over and over. . .

I shook my head again clearing the image.

"Use the floo network Harry," Hermione's exasperated voice said in my head. I rolled my eyes. I mean, I grew up with muggles, these thing are not the first things that come to me. Finding a fireplace was easy; finding a fireplace with powder was not so easy. However, I did manage to and made my escape silently into the lounge room of Miss Figg.

I trudged silently home from there before climbing up the stairs of the overly clean house before collapsing on my bed and falling into a deep slumber.

I woke about five hours later with the digital alarm clock that was once Dudley's flashing 9:47. I growled and was glad that Uncle Vernon had insisted that they go to visit Aunt Marge for several days. Hell, it was the only reason I was able to go out at all because they were gone.

Luna, at the end of last year, had pressed a fake muggle I.D card on me and telling me that I had to keep it a secret because the Nargles or something where going to screw with my head. I didn't really understand. However, yesterday I thought I would spend the night in London, to just let go of everything that had happened.

Sirius was somewhere, still being treated both mentally –for Azkaban –and physically and he just managed to get over everything to somehow feel as normal as possible (for him anyway). So last night I let go, and being normal, was having fun. It was just my luck, really, that Mr. freaking Malfoy or Lucius (I still could decide) had happened to be there.

He (Malfoy) bought me a drink and told me to shut up about him being there (probably on some death eater business like how best to blow up the club). I, who already had a few, shrugged and went back to my dancing (I was sober enough to know who he was drunk enough not to care). It wasn't until after a while and I need another drink did I see him staring at me, it looked like he had been watching me dance. He had a predator kind of look, like he was about to strike.

"Mr. Potter," he said smoothly.

"Mr. Malfoy," I said, mocking his pureblood tone. He only raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow before continuing.

"I was told there you weren't one for attention and yet-" he lifted a hand indicating at the mass of people. I glared at him, shifting my glasses back up my nose (which I had removed when dancing).

"I am not drawing attention to myself and I do hate it and-" the bar tender sat a drink down in front of me, "no one is looking at me. I'm just part of the mass of people." I finished taking a sip the fresh taste burning my tongue nicely. He was smirking that annoying Malfoy smirk at me.

"Mr. Potter, you must be really blind without those glasses of yours," he paused.
"Which, by the way, are hideous and do nothing for your appearance."

I gave him another glare, but I was hardly in the mood to be mean. I felt a giddy and child-like happiness.

"Most of the club is staring at you, Mr. Potter." He paused

I glanced around, as it turned out, he was right. Many heads where looking at us.
"I don't think they're looking at me," I said, shifting uncomfortably. It was bad enough when people looked at me at Hogwarts. I mean, I was short with nothing on me and with these stupid glasses and my always messy hair, I was not one that someone looked at twice. And yet, I was stared at every day.
"As flattered as I am by your honesty, Mr. Potter, I happen to be wearing several enchantments which allow muggles to notice me, only when I call for it." I glanced at him, he seemed somewhat amused by all this. "your magic is drawing them in," he finished quietly and despite the extensive noise echo through the club, I still heard him, not that I understood. "Would it happen to be that the rumours-"
I turned to glare at him, I hated rumours of any sort.
"That the rumours of your sex life . . . or rather . . . lack of sex life," I felt myself blush
"Are true now, Mr. Potter? "He queried, letting out a laugh at my blush.

I picked up my drink and made to leave. As I turned, he grabbed my arm and turned me around so that my body was pressed up hard against him.

"I can always fix that . . ." he said in a low voice ". . .If you like?"
And with that, he leant down and pressed his lips to mine.
My first successful kiss; He tasted spicy, kind of like a spiced chai, and it was addictive. He pulled back, smiling wickedly, and removed my glasses, pocketing them before continuing. . .

So that was how I ended up being kissed and later, fucked, by Mr. Malfoy. There were no pick-up lines, no massive amounts of alcohol, no drug or blackmail, just that.

I rolled over in my bed and something, well two things, occurred to me; one, a very stupid thing and the other, not so stupid.
The first was how was I able to see without my glasses that night?

Second, was Luna a seer?

I pondered those things for a while before my thoughts started drifting to what anyone would say if they found out.
I could hear the voice of Ron going something like, "You slept with a death eater? What's wrong with you? How could you even talk to the enemy, let alone have sex with him? Bet you're dark wizard now ha?"

That was if he believed me.

Mostly though, Ron wouldn't believe me and would laugh while staring "Ickle Harry thinks he can pretend he's had sex and that he'll get to be included in all our conversations now because he lied and said he has fucked Lucius Malfoy..."

Yeah that sounded about right.

Hermione's voice came into my mind as soon as Ron's voice faded out:

"What? Harry don't tell lies, it's rude. And why would you want to sleep with a dirty pureblood whore like a Malfoy?"

At the end of last year, when we learnt that Mr. Malfoy got away and no-matter what spell they used, no dark mark would appear on either arm, Hermione had begun to insult purebloods like the Malfoys, Lestrages, Notts and even the Blacks as heavily, if not worse, than they did when calling her a "Mudblood."

It caused me concern, and when I told her to stop, she basically bit my head off. I hadn't told anyone about this but I'd been thinking that I needed to talk to Sirius or someone because it'd been nagging the heck out of me. I pushed the thought aside for now.

I wondered what my Godfather would say, or what Remus would say, about the whole 'incident' last night. Sirius would probably freak out, but come around when I pointed out the fact that he was fucking Severus Snape. When Sirius came back to Hogwarts I had walked in on them in a very heavy make-out session.

Remus. . . Remus would take it best I think. He never teased me about being a virgin and he told me that if I ever wanted to talk about sex, or anything, that I could talk to him.
He would also have asked how I felt about it, rather than just jumping down my neck like everyone else. He'd ask if I enjoyed it. With this, I did ask myself, if I enjoyed it.

Did I enjoy having sex?

A certain part of last night came to my mind:

His eyes drilled into mine as his face, his mouth, hovered less than an inch away from the head of my cock, his voice, the usual smooth voice that gave away no emotion, "Tell me, Mr. Potter, do you enjoy being under me?"
I didn't respond.

"Do you enjoy, Mr. Potter, the way I touch you?"

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak.
"Do you enjoy the way I fuck you senseless?" He said the words still in that flat tone, but hell, it made my body quiver.
"Do you enjoy how I bring you to the edge?"

"Yessss," I hissed out eventually. There was a huff of breath on my dick

"Speak English, Mr. Potter," he demanded which caused my eyes to snap open. I stared at him, his eyes looked more lust- filled then before.
"Yes," I said. It managed to come out stronger than I thought possible "I do."
I took in a breath as he blew a breath of air onto my hard head.
"I do enjoy being under you," I paused as his eyes drilled into me, "I enjoy the way you touch me..." I moaned out as he licked the pre-cum that had start to leak off. But when he didn't continue, I did.
"I enjoy how you bring me pleasure," my words where strained. "How you bring me to the edge."

I gasped as he took me all the way to the base before gliding up and off with a "pop" before waiting. I intertwined my hands into the black silk binding that was holding me in place.
"I enjoy your aggressive and possessive nature."
He repeated the movement with the same "pop" as before and once again waited.
"I enjoy how dominant you are and how..." He enclosed my cock in his mouth but didn't move. "Please," I begged, yanking on the binds. "Oh fuck," I hissed out. "I love how you fuck me senseless and how you control me. " I groaned. "I enjoy how only you make me feel like this."
He laughed and threw his head back, causing all his hair to remove itself from his face.
"Good boy," he said before sucking me off.

Yes, I enjoyed myself.

However, I still moaned remembering how he made me feel and was wondering if I should have left like that this morning. Maybe I could have got lucky and had a morning shag before I was forced home . . .
I paused in my thoughts. Or maybe, he would have handed me over to Tom. I pondered that for a while. I hadn't realised it until now, but I just slept with one of Voldemort's right hand men.

"Holy crap." I muttered out loud, "Holy crap" I repeated breathing heavily.

He has probably told Him all about it, and is laughing about how easy I am. Holy crap.
A voice that sounded, once again, like Snape said, "Be reasonable you stupid boy. Why would the Dark Lord give a crap about your sex life? I mean, if he has heard anything of your sex life, it would be lack of sex." Exactly like Mr. Malfoy heard.

I let out a long deep moan before a "HARRY," was yelled out and I froze. The voice of Tonks had just yelled though my door as I was thinking about the Dark Lord, Lucius Malfoy and sex!
If there was a God, he had to hate me.

And where the hell did Tonks come from?

Why was she here?

Was she "watching over" me again?

I thought that Dumbledore wouldn't do that anymore.

"Ah shit," I swore.

"Harry," she said in a calm tone, "I heard you moan and I know you're masturbating in there so I'm going to give you three minutes before you have to be down stairs with your trunk." Her voice seemed sickly sweet.

"I'm God's favourite bitch," I muttered before jumping up and wrenching open the door.

"TONKS," I yelled. She ignored me even though I yelled. I just lifted a hand and dismissed her.

Muttering, I re-entered my room and started to pack as quickly as possible, not caring to make it neat. Before I went down, I popped into the bathroom and was glad I did so. I was a mess. There where hickeys on my neck and, what I assumed, was dried semen in my hair.

Yep, God's bitch alright!

A Sirius like voice spoke in my head, "Or Lucius Malfoys."

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