Horrible Freaky
Lucius' head was reeling by the time Severus stopped outside the sixth year boy's dorm. The taller boy was breathing heavily, perhaps because he had insisted on running all the way there, perhaps because of why he had run all the way there. He looked quickly to Lucius, eyes shining brightly in the flicker of the lamps lining the hall.
"You really want to do this?" Lucius considered the question and then nodded. "I mean it. Once we go in there, I'm not letting you leave." Severus suddenly seemed much more than a mere year older, and Lucius shivered.
"Yes I'm sure. What on earth is wrong with you?" The blond made as if to open the door, only to have his hand knocked back with a growl.
"Don't!" Severus hissed. Lucius must have looked very confused and hurt, because when the older boy spoke again it was in gentler tone. "This is Slytherin. We put about twenty hexes on the door so that only sixth years can enter it."
Lucius scowled. "Then how are you going to get me in?"
"Give me a moment." Severus already had his wand out, muttering foreign sounding words low under his breath. Now and then Lucius caught a familiar phrase and shuddered at its connotation. Dark arts weren't strange to him; the boy had grown up amidst curses and dark charms, basilisk teeth and paintings of rearing thestrals. Still, he had never quite become comfortable with it all, and to think that a minute before he would have stepped through enough hexes to scare the magic out of half the ministry officials…he shuddered again.
"Okay. Done," Severus said, opening the door a crack. "Be very quiet. I'll cast a silencing charm on the bed once we get to it." Lucius nodded. He felt the sizzle of dark magic as he stepped through the door, and looked about quickly for Severus. The darker boy was already making his way to a bed near the window. Lucius gulped and trotted along behind him, trying not to bump into anything. It was almost a relief when he finally reached the huge four-poster and slid under the heavy comforter after his boyfriend.
Severus whispered something and, with a swish of blackthorn and phoenix feather, the curtains fell shut. "Alright," the older boy said. "The silencing charm's in place so we can talk all we want."
"I didn't think we wanted to talk." Lucius said, blinking rapidly in the dark. He couldn't see a damn thing.
Severus must have been thinking the same thing, because he raised his wand again. With a low 'Lumos', the small space the two boys inhabited came into view, lit by a dull light. Lucius closed his eyes, head suddenly pounding.
The feel of cool hands brushing his feverishly hot neck shocked Lucius into opening his eyes again, head spinning with the sudden onslaught of light and touch. He jerked back slightly, and the hand retreated. Grey eyes sought black ones and Lucius, still shaking slightly, leaned in to kiss his boyfriend.
For a second nothing happened. Then Severus gave a slight cry and pressed back, almost violently, against the smaller boy, moving to straddle the blond's slim waist for the first time. Lucius moaned as Severus' weight crushed down on his crotch, his hips twitching of their own violation. Severus groaned.
Biting his lower lip, Severus backed away, pausing until Lucius ceased his frantic little moans and whimpers, almost childish in their insistence. Finally, however, he caught on and, glaring unhappily, stilled himself enough to satisfy the older boy.
"That's better." Severus leaned in to lick the edge of Lucius' ear, almost frightened it would send the boy into another stream of moans and writhes. Thankfully, Lucius only gasped, wide eyes becoming visible as Severus sat back on his heels and watched the younger boy with a look of appraisal.
Slowly, almost listlessly, Severus gave a few long thrusts, dragging his hips over Lucius erection repeatedly, eyes never leaving the white face beneath him. Lucius bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut and fists clenching into white knuckled fists. Suddenly he thrust up, body jerking spasmodically against the taller boy's and his breath coming out in a short cry as he strove for more contact. He must have touched something right, because Severus stilled suddenly, his superior smirk fading as his mouth became a perfect little "o" of surprise. Lucius smiled demurely. This was all shaping up to be a quite lovely night, really.
Without warning, Severus rolled off him, leaving the blond confused for only a moment before pulling his robe off and dumping it on the floor. Lucius grinned at the loose black slacks and plain black t-shirt. "You really might try something besides black someday, my dear," he commented, flashing his boyfriend a toothsome smile.
Severus snorted. "You might try taking off your robe so I can compliment you on your choice of clothing," he suggested. "Then you might thank me and I might give you a kiss." Lucius glared, then decided not to, as it only made his head hurt. Stupid alcohol. Anyway, Severus did have a point, so Lucius started unbuttoning. Pretty soon there were two robes on the floor, one boy wearing all black, and one boy wearing black slacks and…
"A Minnie Mouse t shirt?" Lucius decided that Severus didn't look good with his mouth hanging open like that, glared despite his head, and pulled the shirt off.
"So much for complimenting me," he sniffed haughtily.
Severus, sufficiently recovered from the shock of Lucius in a shirt that read "I Love Minnie Mouse", leered and crawled closer to the now topless lad. "Can I still give you a kiss?"
Lucius smiled coyly, leaning back away from his boyfriend so that Severus had to lean over him to kiss him. The feel of the other boy's slim torso pressed firmly against his own was enough to wrench a low moan from Lucius, and Severus kiss him harder, tongue flicking wickedly across tongue.
Lucius tugged absently at his boyfriend's shirt, and Severus pulled back long enough to pull the garment off before reattaching his mouth to Lucius'. Lucius felt those large, strong hands running over his back. He gasped slightly as Severus pressed against him, the feel of skin on heated skin new and somewhat shocking to the younger boy.
Just as he was beginning to really enjoy the kiss, the feel of Severus' hands moving urgently up and down his spine, all of it was gone. Lucius, panting slightly, fell back onto the bed with a groan. "What on earth are you doing?" he hissed, stroking his eyelids with thumb and forefinger at the signs of a growing headache. Severus' sneer went unseen.
"I'm removing my pants, if you must know."
Lucius was very quiet for a moment. Then, "Liar."
"No really," was his boyfriend's reply. "Here, if you don't believe m,." slightly scratchy fabric, possibly denim, brushed Lucius' hand. The blond's eyes snapped opened to focus on Severus' cool smirk. They traveled downwards, over the slim chest and tapered hips, to…
"Oh my god." Lucius was quite aware that he was staring, and that he probably looked like an idiot. Luckily, the alcoholic fog still shadowing his reason didn't allow him to worry too much. Besides, Severus' lips traveling lethargically over his flushed neck was enough to distract him momentarily. Strong hands pushed him back amidst the pillows as Severus climbed on top of him.
The comforter had slid down by now, covering Lucius from the knees down, and Severus not at all. Once again straddling the slight figure, Severus smiled down at him in a somewhat deranged manner. Lucius bit his lip, trying not too look, or feel, too worried about all this as firm hands found his belt buckle.
All of a sudden three things happened at once. First, Lucius became aware that he was speaking without thinking, a softly muttered, "Stop…" his only clue to his speech. Second, the sound of what would, if the noise it created was any indication, be a very big explosion ripped through the dormitory. Third, the sound of a door jolting open and the unfortunate enterer's screams insured that no one in all of Slytherin could possibly still be sleeping.
"Fuck it!" Severus yelled, hands sliding from his boyfriend's hips as he rolled off the younger boy and began rummaging through the discarded clothes. Lucius released a sigh and sat up to retrieve his robe. He was buttoning the last button when the curtains were swept open. Severus was already dressed, but Lucius wasn't too sure that the older boy was wearing much under his loose black robe.
"What is it?" Severus was glaring at the intruder, a sleepy eyed boy with tousled dirty blond hair. The other boy yawned, looking at once somnolent and upset.
"Severus, we've got…a bit of a problem. Henry says there's been some sort of…What did you say there was?"
"An explosion!" Yelled the unseen Henry. The older blond boy turned back to the two questionably attired boys on the bed. "Explosion. Right. And, uh, one of the first years…that Patil kid. He tried to get in to tell us and…" Severus swore under his breath. The other sixth year, slightly more awake now, surveyed them. "Hey, what were you two up to?"
"None of your business, Parkinson," Severus replied, shooting the standing boy a withering glare. He drew the curtains closed and turned to Lucius, who was staring, wide eyed, back at him. "Luc, I'm…"
"Don't say anything." Lucius was shaking slightly, his mouth set in a stern line. "What happened to the first year?" He wasn't so sure he wanted to know though.
Severus looked away. "I weakened the hexes when I let you in, so hopefully not much. They're probably getting him cleaned up right now." A shriek issued from outside and someone started calling Severus. Lucius' boyfriend swore and flicked a wayward strand of inky hair out of his eyes. "You wait here," he instructed. "You really shouldn't see whatever's outside…"
Taking care not to open the curtains too much, Severus slid out of bed. Lucius lay back down, curling up into a ball. His head was pounding furiously, but he felt much more sober. The whole situation seemed to be hitting him at once. He'd nearly lost his virginity! And something had blown up and there was someone outside right now who, in all likelihood, had their intestines on the outside of their body. Lucius felt the overwhelming urge to vomit but fought it down admirably.
What seemed like an eon later, Severus drew back the curtains and extended a hand to the blond. "Did you want to go see what blew up?" He asked as Lucius took his hand and stood up. "I don't know what it was. If you like I'll go alone."
Lucius shook his head. "I'll come," he said. Couldn't have Severus showing him up now, could he? But he was slightly shaky as he made his way through the door, and he didn't resist when Severus slid an arm around him to keep him steady.
Slytherin was nearly abandoned. Outside the halls were just as empty, but a sound like many voices was issuing from somewhere upstairs. It turned out to be from the great hall. People were pouring in and out, glancing through windows and talking loudly. Lucius craned his neck to see what was going on. Severus gripped his hand and pulled him through the crowd to reach outdoors.
It was quieter outside, but not by much. Lucius shivered at the cold and followed the gaze of his classmates. The headmaster's tower was a smoldering wreck! The tower, where headmaster Dumbledore had his living quarters, had been completely blown up, flames licking eerily at the stones. Someone in the crowd was crying. Lucius turned anxiously to Severus, face pale.
"Do you think he's…" Severus shook his head sternly, not looking at Lucius, whose hand he squeezed tightly. "Who do you think it was?"
Severus, still not looking, replied in a low tone. "I don't know." He looked about to say more, but an excited shout drew their attention. Anemone was making her way through the cold night and the crowd towards them.
"Luc! Severus! Boy, am I glad I found you." She looked slightly green, and the slightly bitter smell of alcohol still floated about her. "Have you seen Sydney?"
"No. I haven't. Severus?" Severus shook his head. Lucius turned back to his friend. "Sorry."
She looked upset. "It's just that, we had plans, for tonight you know? And he cancelled them as soon as we got back to the castle. I figured it was because I was busy puking my lungs out. So, anyways, I took a potion to keep from being sick. One of the fourth years made it. Really great kid. Anyways, I went up to Ravenclaw to find him, and gave the portrait the password…"
"You know the Ravenclaw password?" Lucius gaped at her.
"Oh sure. Anyways, I headed towards the head boy's dorm. You know they get private rooms? Very handy. It's so posh too, Sydney is so lucky. Anyways, I went to find him, but he wasn't in his room and I was heading back down to Slytherin when the tower…" She made a booming noise and spread her arms. "I'm kind of worried about Sydney."
Lucius winced. Severus was grasping his hand abnormally tight. He shook it slightly and Severus relaxed his grip, marginally. His black eyes seemed riveted up ahead.
"Severus, what are you…"
"Shh!" Severus dropped Lucius' hand completely and walked towards the bushes. Lucius watched him, nonplussed. This was turning into a very annoying night. Severus, now several meters away, dropped to his knees and started peering into the shrubbery. Lucius was just about to shout something when a voice behind him spoke.
"What's going on?" Lucius whirled around to find Sydney. Anemone gave little shriek and practically jumped on him. Sydney hugged her tightly, but his face over her shoulder looked grave.
"I was so worried about you!" She said when she finally pulled back, brushing reddish hair from her face. "See? The headmaster's tower blew up. Someone blew it up!" Her eyes widened dramatically. Now that her boyfriend was back she seemed perfectly normal. "Do you think it's a murderer? Oh! Do you think it's one of the teachers? Professor Wells seemed sort of pissed earlier in the week. I heard he's getting fired. Maybe he set it all up." She was practically glowing.
Lucius turned back towards the bushes to find that Severus had vanished. He was about to say something when a hand came down heavily on his shoulder. Lucius yelped and scrambled to face his boyfriend, heart racing. "Fuck it! Don't do that!" Severus looked grave. "What is it?"
"We have to talk." Lucius was about to ask him what about, when a loud voice came from inside. Lucius was getting really annoyed at being constantly interrupted.
"Please! Will all students and teachers come inside the Great Hall at once!" The voice repeated the message several times, and Lucius recognized it as the headmaster's. Apparently other people recognized it as well, for a curious murmur went through the crowd as they milled into the Great Hall.
Dumbledore was standing at his usual place, face stern as he surveyed the last few students straggling in. Lucius, Anemone, Severus, and Sydney, were seated at the end of Hufflepuff's table. The students, for the most part, had grabbed the nearest seats regardless of house. A dull roar drowned out the headmaster's words. Lucius strained to hear.
"…Thankfully was not hurt. I am not certain yet what caused this explosion, but I assure you, you are all quite safe. Please return to your houses…" Lucius stopped listening.
Glancing around, Lucius took a mental note of his companions. Anemone was bubbling over with joy. This was just the sort of drama she adored. He could already picture her running about gathering gossip and accusing people right and left of conspiracy to murder the headmaster. On her right, Sydney was looking slightly less overjoyed. Make that, not at all overjoyed. In fact, the older boy looked about as happy as a short changed goblin. Lucius was confused. Sydney had never seemed overly fond of the headmaster, so why this sudden upset over his near fatality?
Severus, curiously enough, was glaring across the table at Sydney. Lucius gaped. Whatever was going on, it was certainly worth his forcing Severus to explain it at any cost. That brought to mind another, less public matter. Lucius blushed idiotically. What on earth was he going to do about the whole "I'm drunk, have sex with me" episode from earlier that evening? Christ, what a night.
The room was emptying slowly. Sydney had an arm around Anemone and the two were making their way up towards Ravenclaw. Lucius blankly wondered when they'd started screwing each other. Severus' hand on his shoulder brought him out of his sleepy reverie. Lucius yawned.
"We have to talk," Severus said again.
Lucius nodded. "What were you looking in the bushes for?" They were walking back down to the dungeons, Severus' hand warm and comforting in the younger boy's. Please don't let me fuck everything up, he silently thought, wondering exactly how mad Severus would be when he found out Lucius had changed his mind about having sex.
"I thought I saw something shining." Severus held out a closed hand and dropped a small object into Lucius' palm. "Do you recognize it?"
Lucius blinked at the little piece of metal. "Sure. This is Sydney's head boy badge, isn't it?" Severus' nodded. "Why was it in the bushes then?"
"I don't know," Severus admitted. "Before we left for the club he wasn't wearing it, said it clashed with his outfit. But he didn't say he'd lost it already, so he must have lost it after we got back. Then there's this whole business about him giving Annie the cold shoulder. He doesn't seem the type to just abandon her because she's sick."
"He dumped her off on you at the club," Lucius pointed out.
"That's another thing," Severus continued. "Who was he talking to? Doesn't it seem strange to you that when we got there he was fine, and he remained fine up until we were leaving, and then suddenly looked like he was going to wet his pants? Did you see his face when that guy came up to us? And he just drops everything and goes off. Sydney adores Anemone! He would never just go off with a stranger while she needed him."
"What are you saying then?" Lucius asked. Sydney could be a little frightening sometimes, and there was something about him that tended to give Lucius the chills, but he was still their friend. And he was Anemone's boyfriend.
"I don't know. Just that, he must have already known that man and that he must have gone out after leaving Anemone. What robes were he wearing in the Great Hall just now?"
Lucius thought for a moment, stepping into the Slytherin common room as he did. "A messy pair. Sort of less expensive looking than his others, maybe older?"
Severus nodded. "Yeah. He was wearing something different earlier. Those aren't his pajamas, so why was he wearing them?"
Lucius shook his head. This was getting very in depth. "I have no idea. You better return that pin though Severus. You know the head boys use them for special access to parts of the castle, and it's probably important that he have it back soon." Severus nodded again. They were in the common room, apparently the only people. Lucius started up the stairs.
"Wait a second. We still have something to talk about." Lucius froze, knowing he did not want to hear what was coming next.
"Um, what?" Lucius turned back, batting his lashes innocently and bouncing over to sit on the couch. Severus sank into an armchair, not looking at Lucius at once.
"You know what," he said. Damn, thought Lucius. "What's going on? One minute you want to have sex and the next you want to stop. If that tower hadn't blown up what would you have done?" Severus didn't seem overly angry, just a little upset. "You can't put yourself in situations like this."
"Would you have stopped?" Lucius asked on impulse.
Severus paused. "Yes, but someone else might not have. If I'd had a few more drinks I might not have." There was a brief pause. Lucius, eyes downcast, felt an overwhelming urge to apologize. Severus, however, beat him to it. "I'm really sorry about all of this."
"What do you have to be sorry for?" Lucius wondered, voice slightly thick. Oh please don't start crying, he begged himself.
"I feel like this is partly my fault. After all, I got you drunk. And I should have known better than to agree to sleeping with you while you were tanked and I was sober. I guess, I'm sort of mad because if you hadn't said anything, because you were scared or something, and then later you regretted it, I'd never have forgiven myself." Lucius blinked. "I mean it Luc! I worry about you. I don't want to see you hurt."
This was certainly a mind bender. Lucius sat, blinking into space, well aware of Severus' dark eyes watching him. "You're not angry at me then?"
"No."
"That's good," said Lucius, walking over and sliding into Severus' lap, legs thrown over the arm of the chair. He kissed the older boy chastely. "I'd hate to think I made you unhappy."
"Never think that." Severus kissed him, somewhat less chastely, and pulled back after what seemed like an hour. "You make me happier than anyone ever has."
"Aw, stop." Lucius grinned sleepily.
Severus ran a hand distractedly through his boyfriend's blond hair, eyes fixed on those sultry grey orbs. "I'm serious Lucius. You've got to be more careful, if not for your sake then for mine. Believe it or not, I care what happens to you."
Lucius sighed, leaning into Severus' touch. This was more than he could have asked for. Whatever else happened, at least he would have this. Forever, he thought, but he said nothing. His last clear thought was of Severus' arms holding him close, that bony chin resting comfortably on his shoulder, before he fell asleep.