L-Voldemort (L version)
Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to update! Here's the next chapter. It's shorter than previous chapters, as I first intended it to be an unrelated-to-the-plot one-shot kind of chapter, but somehow it ties to the next chapter in the main story, so please enjoy it and wait patiently for the next instalment! Thank you so much for continuing to read this, and your comments and encouragements mean a lot to me. This chapter is dedicated to Emsi and Pockets, who nag me periodically to update this fic. I love you guys, srsly. Cuteness for Emsi, and the ending's to amuse Pockets, I think. ^w^
Please be warned, there's a mild suggestive theme here, and suggestions of underage sex, so please don't continue if that would offend you. The suggestive theme will probably continue into following chapters, too, just to warn you. That is, if the plot goes as I intend. Sometimes I plan something, then the characters run off and change it completely, as in the previous chapter ... anyway, I've said too much! Please enjoy this chapter, and consider it fanservice if nothing else!
(I'd also like to add, the things in the story that don't seem to add up, such as the difference in time between young Tom Riddle and young L, will be explained within the later chapters of the story. It's not all a mess-up, I promise! By the way, the story is about half way through as I've planned it so far. Please wait patiently and thank you for sticking with me so far!)
Lady Mirelle
Chapter 9 – Alice and the Hare.
A clock struck midnight somewhere in the castle. Sat in front of a sickly glowing fire, his feet curled up under him on the emerald leather sofa, Draco shivered. The hour of midnight always gave him the creeps, and he wasn't sure why. It just seemed like, if there was any time for something odd to happen, it would be midnight. He'd thought it ever since he was a small child, even though his father had cruelly scolded him if he'd ever mentioned it. His eyebrows drew together at the thought, and he gave another shudder, though he was wrapped in his Hogwarts robes and the fire was roaring before him. He was starting to lose grip on his concentration. If L was here, thought Draco, he'd tell me to stop being illogical and either focus or go to bed. So the blond wizard threw his textbook onto the table and heaved a sigh. He started to push himself up from the chair, when the door leading out of the common room to the dungeon swung open.
Draco's face split into a familiar grin, his heart beating a little too quickly than it probably should, as he recognised the oddly-stooping figure in the doorway. Before he could even form L's name, intending to ask why he was here and not in the Gryffindor common room, the other boy brought a finger to his lips to signal for Draco to be silent. Draco nodded, to show he understood. The rest of the Slytherins would be fast asleep by now, after all.
L was carrying two boxes, quite long and flat. He slowly walked towards his friend ... his boyfriend? ... with an uncharacteristic gleam in his eye. He handed one of the boxes to Draco, who was standing on the sofa by now, leaning over to receive the gift. L held up one finger, to say "wait a minute", then loped off in the direction of the boys' dormitories. When he'd vanished into the darkness of the stairwell, Draco slid back down onto the sofa, prising the lid off the box as he did so.
There was a pile of blue and white fabric. On top was a slip of paper, which simply said, "Wear me." Draco's heart thumped harshly in his chest. Without thinking, he was already slipping out of his robe, the black material pooling about him like a warm shadow. Next to come off was the tie, a shred of green lost against the green leather of the sofa. Draco was on autopilot, his mind detaching itself from his body as he undressed. What L had said only hours before, he hadn't been joking after all.
"I dislike jokes," he'd said, but Draco couldn't take him seriously.
But here he was, being true to his word. Draco felt almost sick with excitement. At last, after all they'd been through, it was going to happen.
With only his trousers left on, Draco pulled the costume from its box. There was a dress, in light blue. His heart gave an embarrassed stutter, and he almost whimpered out loud. It was a female costume. It wasn't bad enough that the whole school was shunning him for being gay, but now L wanted him to cross-dress? This seemed a bit unfair to poor Draco, who slipped the cotton dress over his head, but he had called L an evil bastard not very long ago, hadn't he? Perhaps this was payback.
Next out of the box was a white apron. Draco tied it around his neck in a neat bow, then did the same around his waist. He paused to kick off his trousers, suffering his third shudder of the night. This time it was in anticipation, though. He bit down on his lower lip - completely healed and recovered by now - as he tugged the knee-length socks on. He tied the black bow around his hair, silently cursing L for making him do this, then pulled out the last item from the box, a pair of black leather doll-style shoes. He let out an audible growl as he slid his feet into them. A perfect fit, of course. After fastening the clasps, Draco tugged at the skirt of the dress, wanting it to be longer. How was it that it stuck out so much, anyway?
Draco picked up the paper again, shaking his head. He wondered if it was time to go upstairs. He decided it was, so shoved the box underneath the sofa and started the short climb up the dorm stairs.
His pale, drawn face felt like it was burning with embarrassment. What if one of the other boys woke up and saw him like this? He sucked in a breath and pushed open the door to the dormitory. Still holding his breath, he looked around the circular room. Velvet drapes hid them, but Draco could hear their snores and slow breathing. After checking each bed in sight from the doorway, he blew his breath out as quietly as he could.
"Muffliato," he heard someone whisper from the other side of the pillar in the centre of the room. It was L's flat voice, unmistakably, with its Asian lilt. Deeming it safe to move now, Draco walked slowly around the room to his own bed on the far side. In the barely-there moonlight, he could see L perching on his bed, balancing on the balls of his naked feet, his position hunched like Quasimodo, his perpetually-tired face a mask of indifference, his dark eyes glistening with some kind of emotion.
Draco felt his own emotions working and changing rapidly inside him. His cheeks still aflame with embarrassment, his heart pounded even more ferociously than before as he stepped forward to see L properly. He couldn't help but smile at the dark-haired boy's costume.
Two long, grey rabbit ears stuck out of his tangled black hair. He wore a simple shirt with a red cravat at his throat, a quilted red waistcoat and simple grey trousers which looked a size too big for him, as usual. To finish it all, he had painted a black nose and whiskers onto his face. He held a china teacup daintily with finger and thumb, as though the handle were dirty. He took a long, noisy slurp, keeping eye contact with Draco, then set the cup onto the bedside table next to a plate of half-eaten chocolate cake. He picked up a gold pocket watch - where had it come from? Draco wondered feverishly - and stared at it for a second, before placing it next to the cup.
"Alice," L breathed, almost too quietly to hear, "You're late for tea."
Draco opened his mouth, the words "what the fuck?" forming on his tongue. But before he could say them, L had hopped - literally - off the bed and pressed a finger to Draco's lips.
"Good girls like Alice don't use words like that," L whispered, his chocolate-scented breath warming Draco's red cheeks. Draco's eyebrows pushed upwards, slanted in confusion, as he tried to get his head around the strange game L was playing. He swayed towards L slightly, meaning to kiss him, but the boy shuffled out of reach then crouched and hopped back onto the bed.
"You look really cute," said L, in a bored voice, his glittering eyes penetrating Draco's. Absently, Draco wondered if he'd put a charm on them to make them shinier, as his blush deepened. He clasped his hands together and bowed his head at L's compliment. He was feeling most unlike his usual, proud self. The situation made him feel humble and inferior to the mysterious wizard L, whose game was making the grey-eyed, blushing boy shiver with excitement and anticipation.
Draco could only watch as L picked up the plate of cake and brought a morsel to his lips. He left it there, poking out of his mouth, as he replaced the plate. He stared and stared at Draco from his crouching position on the bed, until "Alice" understood what he wanted. He tiptoed forwards and leaned towards L. Carefully he placed his lips around the visible part of the chocolate cake, its sweet aroma filling his mouth and nostrils. Pressing down gently, he broke the cake. His lips brushed L's, which were wet. He couldn't resist pulling the cake into his mouth with his tongue, so he could kiss L better. After a short second of moving his lips against L's, he felt his friend's tongue slide out and lick the chocolate from his mouth. Their tongues lingered together for less than a heartbeat, but Draco felt his knees weaken.
L's hands pushed against Draco's chest, causing him to stagger backwards a step. Their lips parted with a soft pop then Draco felt his heart lurch as L started to shift position. He lifted one foot up and spun on the other, so he was facing away from Draco. Then he planted his hands and his other foot on the mattress, a small puff of a cottontail standing up from where his coccyx would end. In the barely-there moonlight, Draco could see every contour of L's young body. A ragged sound tore from his throat. Glad of the Muffliato spell, he stepped forwards. Their eyes met for a heart-splitting, knee-collapsing moment as L turned his head. Draco's face split into an unfamiliar grin, his eyes beginning to sparkle like L's had earlier.
His skirt rustling around his thighs, Draco reached out for L in the darkness.