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'Ginny you idiot!'
'Hey, it isn't my fault Malfoy really accepted!'
'But you - just look at poor Harry!'
'I never meant to make Malfoy dance with him! How was I to know that Malfoy would accept - for the hell of it, I think Malfoy is trying to torment Harry!'
'I - '
'Cut it out guys! Lets just hope Malfoy doesn't embarrass Harry or anything. I honestly thought he was going to curse Harry for even daring to ask but really, Harry can dance, right, can't he?' Hermione Granger's confidence faltered at the last bit because she too wasn't too sure about Harry's existent/non-existent ability to dance. She had only seen him dance one with the Patil girl but in that one, the girl was the one leading.
'He can't! CAN'T! For the love of Merlin, Harry is no amateur or great dancer,' Ron was sweating now even though it was early winter. His eyes were fixed with horror upon Lucius Malfoy who was guiding Harry to the dance floor. Harry was all red with embarrassment and horror as he tried to resist the strong grip.
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'For God's sakes, Potter, I thought you wanted to dance?' Lucius Malfoy slyly commented as he kept a strong hand on the boy's forearm and steered the young wizard onto the dance floor. He was getting a laugh out of the Weasley children who were now watching them horror-struck and the Granger girl who was muttering fervently as if praying.
'I - It was a dare, Professor, to ask you,' Harry tried to keep himself from fainting at the prospect of dancing with his love interest. Now that Lucius Malfoy was pulling him onto the dance floor, he was panicking.
A deep, throaty laugh came from the Professor as Lucius Malfoy stopped and turned Harry to face him. 'Now, now, Harry. You asked and I accepted, simple as that. You did ask, didn't you?' Harry turned a shade of nervous white and replied, 'But - but you weren't supposed to accept, sir. Y-you were supposed to humiliate me like Snape would. E-even give me a detention b-but not accept, s-sir,'
'Ah, but sometimes, I beg to differ from dear Severus. I would very much like to dance with you, Harry,' there was an emphasis on the name and Harry shuddered at the seductive, low tone of the Professor of DADA who was smiling now, a very alluring smile as the Lucius Malfoy found them an empty spot on the dance floor.
'B-but, sir,'
'No buts. You're going to dance this dance with me, enjoy it and maybe the next?' Lucius Malfoy was enjoying the look of pure horror on Harry's face as he slid his hand around the boy's waist and took Harry's hand to hold in his own as he smiled politely, 'Put your hand on my shoulder, Harry,'
The slow beat of the music started - shit, Harry swore, this was a slow number and he was going to be trapped with Lucius Malfoy for a long time. Harry fought the urge to kiss Lucius Malfoy when the older man tightened his hold of Harry and pulled the boy close, so that Harry could inhale the enchanting scent of rose and jasmine on the older man.
'I'll lead, seeing that you can't dance,' Lucius Malfoy was barely bothering to hide his smirk of amusement as Harry swallowed nervously, clearly wanting to know how the man knew of his alarm at the idea of dancing and not really wanting the answer. The dance was beginning, as Harry dumbly copied Lucius Malfoy's elegant dance steps, he heard exclamations of shock from the audience as they saw who his partner was.
Wolf-whistles from the Slytherins egging their Professor on made Harry extra-determined to not play Truth or Dare again.
'Tsk tsk, Harry, I must ask you to let yourself go in the music. Dancing is mainly just placing yourself in the music, not sneaking glances at the audience,' Lucius Malfoy whispered subtlety as he twirled Harry around and gave a smirk to Severus Snape who was grabbing a nearby table so hard to stop himself from laughing.
Harry flushed at the comment from his Professor as he was being pulled into Lucius Malfoy's arms - he glanced around, all the other couples dancing were doing that and Professor Dumbledore was happily seen chatting with Professor McGonagall as he pulled her close. Harry felt a jolt in his stomach as he absently felt Lucius Malfoy's fingers intertwining with his.
'Look at me, Harry. Not at Dumbledore - he isn't your partner, you know,' Harry reluctantly turned to look at Lucius Malfoy. The grey eyes were calmly fixed upon him as the man lightly smirked before shaking his head slightly to get a stray strand of silver-blonde away from his eyes. Harry was momentarily mesmerized by Lucius Malfoy's beauty.
At forty-three, Lucius Malfoy certainly looked only twenty-three with his silky silver-blonde hair, sharp yet delicate features and his beautiful pair of eyes, grey and intense.
'You do realise you owe me something, don't you?'
'Uh-huh,' Harry paled at the thought.
'For not embarrassing you by asking you to lead,'
'Ye-yeah,'
'We'll arrange a nice little detention where you can pay me back,'
'Yes, sir,' a little twirl as Lucius Malfoy smirked and pulled the Boy-Who- Lived towards his body, feeling their bodies press against each other as Lucius felt himself get aroused. How perfect, Lucius swore slightly as he caught Severus' eye and fought not to laugh out loud at the amused look on the Potions Master's face.
'Dancing is not your strong forte, Harry,' Lucius Malfoy chuckled at the mortified look on the boy's face. 'Maybe we should dance a few more times to give you the hang of it,' Harry gulped anxiously, afraid of dancing - or was he? Actually, Harry had never felt so assured in his life. Even though it was Ex-Death Eater Lucius Malfoy dancing with him, Harry felt assured that Lucius would never purposely humiliate him.
Perhaps he wouldn't mind dancing with Lucius Malfoy for a few more dances. He mumbled something unintelligible. Lucius Malfoy arched an eyebrow gracefully and asked, 'Pardon me but I didn't really catch your comment,'
'I said "Would you care to dance the next dance with me?",' Harry blurted out and then blushed a nice shade of scarlet at his own frankness only to calm down slightly at Lucius Malfoy's laugh and then Lucius Malfoy released his hold of Harry's waist to use his fingers to make Harry face him before saying deliberately slowly, 'I would very much like to, Mr Potter, only we've got to arrange your nice detention,'
Then, the teasing fingers slid back to Harry's waist.
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20 mins later
Harry trailed after Lucius Malfoy miserably, sure that he would be dealt with severely. Maybe he should have just told Ginny he fancied a shag with Lucius Malfoy. Maybe things would have been easier. Maybe.
'Now, Potter, how do you think I should punish you?' They were out in the open air, with Lucius Malfoy watching two retreating figures of a snogging couple who had just been deducted points from.
* Make me scream *
'Dunno,'
'How about detention tonight after the ball? Or would you rather we arrange the detention on perhaps next Monday?' Lucius Malfoy was nonchalantly brushing snow off the tips of the leaves as he spoke. Harry could not help but moan inwardly at the thought of those hands on him.
* Actually, how about I see you after the ball and we shag, Professor? *
'Alright,' Harry turned to leave only to hear Lucius Malfoy casually asking.
'Now, how about a dance with me, Mr Potter?'
* Hell, yes * Harry's heart raced. He turned back and saw Lucius Malfoy looking at him, a slight smirk in place.
'I accept, sir,'
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3 hours later
Gryffindor Dormitory
'Harry! Tell me the details,' Ron was happily sprawled on his bed, watching Harry with a gleeful expression. Harry decided to play real innocent and ask back, 'What details?'
'Aw, c'mon, one-third of the school saw you dancing with Lucius Malfoy, then leaving the hall with him and then coming back fifteen minutes looking red in the face *and* then dancing with Malfoy again . . .you know what red in the face means, don't you?'
'What?' playing innocent again.
'Being kissed heartily,' Ron laughed as he watched Harry redden again.
'We did not kiss! I merely was out in the open with him!'
'Ah-hah, and you were shagging him in the open!'
'Ron, honestly, I did not shag or kiss or lay a finger on Malfoy,'
'I'm your best friend, it's ok to tell me,'
'No, really, I did not do anything but arrange a detention with Malfoy,'
'Then, explain the dance after that,'
Harry opened his mouth, then sighed in frustration and shut the curtains on Ron's face, to hear laughter and teasing from his friend.
When the teasing subsided, courtesy of Ron falling asleep, Harry was still awake.
He thought of Lucius Malfoy and felt pent-up sexual frustration cause heat and blood rush down *there*, if you knew where he was refraining from explicitly telling. He had so wanted to kiss Lucius Malfoy but the barriers between them were too many and too strong.
Here was an Ex-Death Eater, forty-three-year-old man old enough to be his father, one of those who probably aided in the murder of his parents. Not to mention his teacher. It was wrong, wrong on too many levels. Yet Harry could have sworn that Lucius Malfoy was at least slightly interested in him. He once thought he saw lust blazing in the grey eyes as they danced the second dance together.
And the low, seductive, highly-immoral voice Lucius had used to talk to him. The many times his name had been said in the slow, sensual way. And the way Lucius Malfoy had wrapped one arm around Harry's waist, in the tight hold that spoke of attraction but then as Harry argued, Lucius Malfoy was a dangerous man.
Harry had been one of those who witnessed Lucius Malfoy use Avada Kedavra on his own son after some junior Death Eater had freed Draco from the stunning spell Harry used on the blonde. Harry had been stunned by the look of pure dislike and loathing on Lucius' face when the man sent his son to hell.
Hell, this man was intensely complex, Harry realised as he drifted off to sleep.
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'Ginny you idiot!'
'Hey, it isn't my fault Malfoy really accepted!'
'But you - just look at poor Harry!'
'I never meant to make Malfoy dance with him! How was I to know that Malfoy would accept - for the hell of it, I think Malfoy is trying to torment Harry!'
'I - '
'Cut it out guys! Lets just hope Malfoy doesn't embarrass Harry or anything. I honestly thought he was going to curse Harry for even daring to ask but really, Harry can dance, right, can't he?' Hermione Granger's confidence faltered at the last bit because she too wasn't too sure about Harry's existent/non-existent ability to dance. She had only seen him dance one with the Patil girl but in that one, the girl was the one leading.
'He can't! CAN'T! For the love of Merlin, Harry is no amateur or great dancer,' Ron was sweating now even though it was early winter. His eyes were fixed with horror upon Lucius Malfoy who was guiding Harry to the dance floor. Harry was all red with embarrassment and horror as he tried to resist the strong grip.
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'For God's sakes, Potter, I thought you wanted to dance?' Lucius Malfoy slyly commented as he kept a strong hand on the boy's forearm and steered the young wizard onto the dance floor. He was getting a laugh out of the Weasley children who were now watching them horror-struck and the Granger girl who was muttering fervently as if praying.
'I - It was a dare, Professor, to ask you,' Harry tried to keep himself from fainting at the prospect of dancing with his love interest. Now that Lucius Malfoy was pulling him onto the dance floor, he was panicking.
A deep, throaty laugh came from the Professor as Lucius Malfoy stopped and turned Harry to face him. 'Now, now, Harry. You asked and I accepted, simple as that. You did ask, didn't you?' Harry turned a shade of nervous white and replied, 'But - but you weren't supposed to accept, sir. Y-you were supposed to humiliate me like Snape would. E-even give me a detention b-but not accept, s-sir,'
'Ah, but sometimes, I beg to differ from dear Severus. I would very much like to dance with you, Harry,' there was an emphasis on the name and Harry shuddered at the seductive, low tone of the Professor of DADA who was smiling now, a very alluring smile as the Lucius Malfoy found them an empty spot on the dance floor.
'B-but, sir,'
'No buts. You're going to dance this dance with me, enjoy it and maybe the next?' Lucius Malfoy was enjoying the look of pure horror on Harry's face as he slid his hand around the boy's waist and took Harry's hand to hold in his own as he smiled politely, 'Put your hand on my shoulder, Harry,'
The slow beat of the music started - shit, Harry swore, this was a slow number and he was going to be trapped with Lucius Malfoy for a long time. Harry fought the urge to kiss Lucius Malfoy when the older man tightened his hold of Harry and pulled the boy close, so that Harry could inhale the enchanting scent of rose and jasmine on the older man.
'I'll lead, seeing that you can't dance,' Lucius Malfoy was barely bothering to hide his smirk of amusement as Harry swallowed nervously, clearly wanting to know how the man knew of his alarm at the idea of dancing and not really wanting the answer. The dance was beginning, as Harry dumbly copied Lucius Malfoy's elegant dance steps, he heard exclamations of shock from the audience as they saw who his partner was.
Wolf-whistles from the Slytherins egging their Professor on made Harry extra-determined to not play Truth or Dare again.
'Tsk tsk, Harry, I must ask you to let yourself go in the music. Dancing is mainly just placing yourself in the music, not sneaking glances at the audience,' Lucius Malfoy whispered subtlety as he twirled Harry around and gave a smirk to Severus Snape who was grabbing a nearby table so hard to stop himself from laughing.
Harry flushed at the comment from his Professor as he was being pulled into Lucius Malfoy's arms - he glanced around, all the other couples dancing were doing that and Professor Dumbledore was happily seen chatting with Professor McGonagall as he pulled her close. Harry felt a jolt in his stomach as he absently felt Lucius Malfoy's fingers intertwining with his.
'Look at me, Harry. Not at Dumbledore - he isn't your partner, you know,' Harry reluctantly turned to look at Lucius Malfoy. The grey eyes were calmly fixed upon him as the man lightly smirked before shaking his head slightly to get a stray strand of silver-blonde away from his eyes. Harry was momentarily mesmerized by Lucius Malfoy's beauty.
At forty-three, Lucius Malfoy certainly looked only twenty-three with his silky silver-blonde hair, sharp yet delicate features and his beautiful pair of eyes, grey and intense.
'You do realise you owe me something, don't you?'
'Uh-huh,' Harry paled at the thought.
'For not embarrassing you by asking you to lead,'
'Ye-yeah,'
'We'll arrange a nice little detention where you can pay me back,'
'Yes, sir,' a little twirl as Lucius Malfoy smirked and pulled the Boy-Who- Lived towards his body, feeling their bodies press against each other as Lucius felt himself get aroused. How perfect, Lucius swore slightly as he caught Severus' eye and fought not to laugh out loud at the amused look on the Potions Master's face.
'Dancing is not your strong forte, Harry,' Lucius Malfoy chuckled at the mortified look on the boy's face. 'Maybe we should dance a few more times to give you the hang of it,' Harry gulped anxiously, afraid of dancing - or was he? Actually, Harry had never felt so assured in his life. Even though it was Ex-Death Eater Lucius Malfoy dancing with him, Harry felt assured that Lucius would never purposely humiliate him.
Perhaps he wouldn't mind dancing with Lucius Malfoy for a few more dances. He mumbled something unintelligible. Lucius Malfoy arched an eyebrow gracefully and asked, 'Pardon me but I didn't really catch your comment,'
'I said "Would you care to dance the next dance with me?",' Harry blurted out and then blushed a nice shade of scarlet at his own frankness only to calm down slightly at Lucius Malfoy's laugh and then Lucius Malfoy released his hold of Harry's waist to use his fingers to make Harry face him before saying deliberately slowly, 'I would very much like to, Mr Potter, only we've got to arrange your nice detention,'
Then, the teasing fingers slid back to Harry's waist.
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20 mins later
Harry trailed after Lucius Malfoy miserably, sure that he would be dealt with severely. Maybe he should have just told Ginny he fancied a shag with Lucius Malfoy. Maybe things would have been easier. Maybe.
'Now, Potter, how do you think I should punish you?' They were out in the open air, with Lucius Malfoy watching two retreating figures of a snogging couple who had just been deducted points from.
* Make me scream *
'Dunno,'
'How about detention tonight after the ball? Or would you rather we arrange the detention on perhaps next Monday?' Lucius Malfoy was nonchalantly brushing snow off the tips of the leaves as he spoke. Harry could not help but moan inwardly at the thought of those hands on him.
* Actually, how about I see you after the ball and we shag, Professor? *
'Alright,' Harry turned to leave only to hear Lucius Malfoy casually asking.
'Now, how about a dance with me, Mr Potter?'
* Hell, yes * Harry's heart raced. He turned back and saw Lucius Malfoy looking at him, a slight smirk in place.
'I accept, sir,'
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3 hours later
Gryffindor Dormitory
'Harry! Tell me the details,' Ron was happily sprawled on his bed, watching Harry with a gleeful expression. Harry decided to play real innocent and ask back, 'What details?'
'Aw, c'mon, one-third of the school saw you dancing with Lucius Malfoy, then leaving the hall with him and then coming back fifteen minutes looking red in the face *and* then dancing with Malfoy again . . .you know what red in the face means, don't you?'
'What?' playing innocent again.
'Being kissed heartily,' Ron laughed as he watched Harry redden again.
'We did not kiss! I merely was out in the open with him!'
'Ah-hah, and you were shagging him in the open!'
'Ron, honestly, I did not shag or kiss or lay a finger on Malfoy,'
'I'm your best friend, it's ok to tell me,'
'No, really, I did not do anything but arrange a detention with Malfoy,'
'Then, explain the dance after that,'
Harry opened his mouth, then sighed in frustration and shut the curtains on Ron's face, to hear laughter and teasing from his friend.
When the teasing subsided, courtesy of Ron falling asleep, Harry was still awake.
He thought of Lucius Malfoy and felt pent-up sexual frustration cause heat and blood rush down *there*, if you knew where he was refraining from explicitly telling. He had so wanted to kiss Lucius Malfoy but the barriers between them were too many and too strong.
Here was an Ex-Death Eater, forty-three-year-old man old enough to be his father, one of those who probably aided in the murder of his parents. Not to mention his teacher. It was wrong, wrong on too many levels. Yet Harry could have sworn that Lucius Malfoy was at least slightly interested in him. He once thought he saw lust blazing in the grey eyes as they danced the second dance together.
And the low, seductive, highly-immoral voice Lucius had used to talk to him. The many times his name had been said in the slow, sensual way. And the way Lucius Malfoy had wrapped one arm around Harry's waist, in the tight hold that spoke of attraction but then as Harry argued, Lucius Malfoy was a dangerous man.
Harry had been one of those who witnessed Lucius Malfoy use Avada Kedavra on his own son after some junior Death Eater had freed Draco from the stunning spell Harry used on the blonde. Harry had been stunned by the look of pure dislike and loathing on Lucius' face when the man sent his son to hell.
Hell, this man was intensely complex, Harry realised as he drifted off to sleep.
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