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Two days later
Harry woke up with a jolt in his stomach as he realised that today was the day. The Day, as he termed it was the day in which he would have to go for detention with Lucius Malfoy and also the one day in the week when he had double DADA, meaning he would see Lucius Malfoy for at least three hours today. How the hell was he going to pass through the whole day with that excitement?
He peered over Ron's shoulder to check today's schedule again, praying he had remembered wrongly but no, today was going to nicely start off with Charms, then Transfiguration, add Potions for double period (Ron and Harry both sympathized with each other), eventually the lesson before DADA happened to be Divination ('Oh, shit,' Ron had mumbled and Harry agreed whole-heartedly) .
'Long day ahead, eh?' Ron commented unhappily as he folded the slip of parchment and stuffed it into his bag.
Harry never could agree more.
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Meanwhile in Lucius' chambers
'Hell, what are you doing here, Severus?' Lucius Malfoy sighed as he patiently ran a comb through his long hair as he reached for a leather band to make a deft ponytail. He eyed the Potions Master who had just stridden in and was currently eyeing Lucius with slight amusement and seriousness.
'Didn't manage to catch your aristocratic arse for two days in a row - have you been avoiding me, Lucius?' Severus Snape helpfully handed Lucius the leather band. He watched as the blonde man raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
'You have, Lucius. And it all voices down to one word [Potter],' Severus knowingly said as Lucius' lips thinned in slight frustration and he stared resolutely at his reflection in the mirror, knowing that Severus wanted to continue speaking and allowing him to do so.
'Lucius, both you and I are aware of the school rules - that is, no violation of students, yet you still did on that night,'
'I did not. I merely accepted a dance from Harry,'
'And you should not even have. You be thankful Dumbledore hasn't decided to give you a dressing-down yet,'
'And you should not be meddling into my affairs, Severus,' Lucius Malfoy was pulling his blonde hair back into a ponytail and slipped the leather band over the many strands of silver-gold. Lucius was near snarling now as he flashed a warning glance at his friend.
'This is not meddling - it's warning. Since you think you're right, explain to me about the second dance you danced with Potter. I believe he did not initiate that,'
Grey eyes flashed as Lucius Malfoy curtly said, 'No, he did not,'
'Then?'
'Look, Severus, he likes me and I like him - isn't that good enough for any reason of further meeting?'
'Oh great, Lucius. Might I remind you that 'like' is a completely different thing from 'love' and in any case, I feel it is safe for us to term it 'lust'. You like young flesh, Lucius, we both know that. Why, did you take Draco, I wonder?' Severus Snape had hit the nail on the head, he knew for Lucius Malfoy paled.
'No, I did not take Draco,'
'Hard to imagine as Draco himself gushed on and on to me about you when he was alive. I remember he would describe your hair, your handsome looks and then speak of his own desires which were burning him,'
'I knew that little brat liked me but I was careful not to do anything to encourage that little pest,' Lucius recalled the nights when he had slapped Draco for daring to flirt with him. Lucius might have been evil, but he was not that immoral and he knew that having a shag with his son was something really wrong. Besides, the thought of shagging someone who looked so much like the younger version of him was nauseating.
'And now you lust for Potter, isn't it?'
'No, it's 'love',' Lucius vehemently refuted the claim.
'And are you sure Potter loves you in return? Lucius, I hate to tell you but young boys at that age normally have simple crushes - meaning, they are not serious at that age. Moreover, that Potter boy is the most gullible little creature I've ever seen - do you think he means the love to last? No, Lucius, it's a simple little crush - he'll get over it,'
'No,'
'Then by all means, continue meeting him for your little detentions, but know that I warned you,'
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Great Hall
Harry was feeling really frustrated with himself. He simply couldn't take his eyes off Lucius Malfoy. His mind kept drifting away and even though he tried his ultimate best not to look at the man, his gaze kept wandering over to the teacher's table where Lucius Malfoy was gracefully cutting his food with a fork and knife. How could one make such a simple action so erotic?
Lucius Malfoy was really very enthralling. His every single movement was keenly watched by Harry. The way he held the knife as if it was just a light quill and the way he casually tucked a few stray strands of silver behind his right ear. The strong fingers that wrapped around the napkin as he brought it up to dab elegantly at his lips made Harry grow hot and bothered.
Lucius Malfoy was now letting go of his napkin so that he could pick up his glass of plain water or whatever it was that teachers drank. Just as Harry watched, fascinated, he was aware of a pair of grey eyes calmly staring into his own as the glass hesitated by Lucius Malfoy's lips while the man watched Harry.
Harry abruptly turned away to let himself drown in Ron's excited chatter about Quidditch but he could feel the weight of Lucius Malfoy's stare. Blushing furiously and getting equally angry with himself for blushing, Harry forced his eyes to stare of his food as he pushed it moodily about.
It was going to prove a long day.
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Transfiguration
Professor McGonagall strode in, every inch of her was properly in place, and even her hat was straight and as pointed as ever. How different from Lucius Malfoy, Harry sighed inwardly at the picture of his Defense Against Dark Arts teacher.
'Today, we are going to change spiders into potted plants, treat it as an assignment. Marks will be giving according to spell work, creativity and level of work. Mr. Weasley, kindly help distribute the spiders,' Harry fought a laugh as Ron paled intensely and hesitantly grabbed the box from the teacher.
'Wish I could hex her,' Ron muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he tipped the box such that four spiders dropped out and hit Harry's table. 'Oops, thanks Harry,' Ron muttered as Harry helped him stuff the extra three back into the box.
As the lesson progressed, Harry was profoundly distracted by the fact that his own spider had turned into a mistletoe plant, the exact same plant Lucius Malfoy had been caressing so erotically that Harry had shuddered to think of certain ah-'things'. Running his fingers across the leaves, Harry wondered what it would be like to run his fingers across Lucius Malfoy's skin.
So distracting.
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Potions
'Today we shall do on a certain variation of love potions. This variation is a combination of a truth potion and a normal love potion. The drinker will be compelled to show his or her love truthfully, thus the effects of the two potions combined. The effects will wear off by midnight so I will be selecting two from this class to test their potions,' Snape's eyes caught Harry's and Harry knew that he was going to be one of the unlucky two.
As he threw in the rose petals one by one, he heard Ron muttering, 'I do hope he doesn't choose me - hell Harry, I might just kiss Hermione,' Harry stifled a slight laugh at the thought. Ron had been in love with Hermione for the past half a year but was too unnerved by her to profess his love.
'Mr. Potter,' Snape had just swept over in his usual dramatic way, 'I presume since you have time for small chat with Mr. Weasley, your potion must be done?' Harry said nothing, knowing that if he retorted, he would be given a detention. 'Prepare your potion for testing later and Weasley, you too,'
Ron groaned. Harry could not have agreed more.
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Divinations
Strong fingers prised open his shirt, running the fingers teasingly back and forth his chest. . .a hot mouth covering his in a playful kiss. . .a subtle moan of pleasure as his fingers pressed against the creamy skin . . .the soft murmuring of his name over and over again. . . the hot body pressed against him . . .the silky long hair caressing his shoulders. . .
'Harry,' Ron jabbed him painfully in the ribs as Harry jerked out of his daydream. Half the class was looking at him as Professor Trelawney swept over and gushed, 'Another premonition, Mr. Potter. What was it about?' Harry blinked owlishly for a few seconds before he pulled himself together.
* Your colleague Lucius Malfoy and his gorgeous body *
'Nothing - truly nothing,' Harry brushed her off simply before turning back to his textbook which laid sprawled on his lap.
'Well, then . . .as I was saying, we're doing on foretelling love lives today. It is very simple actually - just get into pairs, one basin per pair, fill it three-quarters full with water scented with rose perfume, and referring to your books, foretell each other's love life,' Professor Trelawney waved her wand dramatically and twelve basins appeared.
'I bet you were dreaming of Malfoy,' Ron muttered slyly as he placed their basin in the middle of the table.
'I was not - oh, fine, yes I was,' Harry muttered resentfully back as he prodded Ron to have a go first. Ron swirled the basin a little as instructed in the textbook and looked into it, squinting a little as he tried to make sense of what he saw.
'Always knew you had a thing for men with long hair, afterall, you liked Snape - check for me what a flamingo is, will you?' Ron chuckled to think what it would be as he stretched out in his chair.
'It says that your ideal partner will be a person who is real flashy sort of girl. Flashy in the sense of real outstanding - hell, there *is* some truth in it, isn't there?' Harry consulted the book and tried his best to stifle his laughter at the look on Ron's face as they both understood the reference to Hermione.
'Very well, Mr. Weasley. Now, Harry dear, if you will just look into the basin, yes, that's right,' Professor Trelawney had floated over to their table and she left Harry no space to object at having his love life being looked at by her. Harry could only sullenly look into the basin, hoping to see nothing at all.
'It's a loaf of French bread,' Harry muttered after a while, trying his best to make sense out of the twisting thing.
Peering over his shoulder, Professor Trelawney corrected him, 'It's a serpent, dear,'
Her words were misty but loud enough for the whole class to gasp, with the exception of Harry and Ron, for they were unimpressed by the misty tones applied by the teacher. Harry was in fact stifling a yawn for he supposed it meant that his love life would be poisoned by the serpent or something depressing to the effect.
'The serpent, Mr. Potter, represents danger and mystery. You are one who seeks a partner of danger and mystery. Your partner is likely to be of older age than you and more mature intellectually and emotionally. If I am not wrong - I am quite sure - that you will marry somebody from Slytherin with Slytherin traits,'
She paused, as if to great effect and then added, 'A fair warning, Mr. Potter, but your desire for a partner who is dangerous and your own love for danger might destroy your life,'
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Defense Against The Dark Arts
'You will be pleased to know that I am starting on a new chapter today - vampires,' Lucius Malfoy paused, to let the shock sink in for some of them, 'I have been told that Gilderoy Lockhart covered this before, but in his shabby manner which is not worth counting as true education,' Lucius Malfoy let his upper lip curl in a sneer at the idea of the ex-famous author being of any good stuff as a teacher.
'As usual, I shall give you the first fifteen minutes to read through your textbooks while I speak to each of you individually about your latest homework submitted. Then the next fifteen minutes will be spent copying down the more important notes I have got for you. The last half an hour will be spent looking at a real specimen,'
Gasps and looks of disbelief rippled through the class as Lucius Malfoy confirmed, 'Yes, a real vampire I managed to acquire,'
'Hell, Malfoy is really set on giving us real examples, eh?' Ron looked torn between alarm and awe as he eyed the blonde wizard who was currently speaking to Hermione about her homework which was a surprise as normally, teachers could not find anything wrong with her submitted work. But on the other hand, Lucius Malfoy was always full of surprises.
'No doubt - yes,' Harry muttered back as he tried to comprehend the information giving in the textbook.
'Mr. Potter,' Lucius Malfoy drawled in a lazy fashion as he handed Hermione her homework and flexed his fingers. Harry got up and made his way to the teacher's desk where he stood in front of Lucius Malfoy, taking in the highly-exotic beauty of the man.
'So, Mr. Potter, I wish to impress upon you that werewolves and all the other relatives of it, so as to say, are under the magical group of shape- shifters. The term 'shape-shifter' applies for all were-beasts, not only to werewolves, whatever you may think. You will write it tonight during your detention,'
Harry was slightly taken aback, not because of the fault Mr. Malfoy had found in his work, but because of the way Lucius Malfoy's lips turned slightly in a smile and the older man winked at him. It was as if they shared a secret and Harry briefly smiled back. The blonde's hands brushed lightly against Harry's as the homework was handed over.
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30 mins later
'Now, I want all of you to crowd over here, and make notes on the vampire's appearance, that is to say the eyes, facial features mostly and of course, the fangs. When you have finished looking, give me a detailed sketch of the vampire,'
As the eager teenagers took a closer look at their first vampire who lay motionless, cursed, on the tabletop, Harry found himself one of those who had to peer over the tops of other students' heads. Ron muttered details out of the corner of his mouth to Harry so that Harry could jot down the details without even straining to see the vampire.
As Harry was spelling out the word 'molten-silver', he felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder and looked up. Mr. Malfoy was looking at him. Suddenly, everything in his life seemed so insignificant as he held the gaze of the older man who looked unspeakably beautiful in the classroom. Harry was involuntarily reminded of one of his fantasies and his face reddened in pleasure.
He swiftly averted his eyes, refusing to look into the eyes of the teacher.
'No,' Lucius Malfoy softly said as he tilted the boy's head to face him and using a pale finger, stroke and caress the side of Harry's face. For a second, grey and green eyes locked into each other. Harry had the urge to lean into the gentle stroking but was cut off by Lucius Malfoy's words, 'Tonight, my office. Bring your work,'
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Lucius smirked lightly to himself - here comes the prey. He looked at himself again. He had abandoned his usual cloak in favour of a very nice- looking champagne-coloured silk shirt which was unbuttoned at the first two buttons. He had purposely shaken his long hair free and knew he had a very seductive air about him.
'Come in, Potter,' he called, smirking ever so lightly as he watched the boy enter and then stare at him.
'Yes, Potter?'
'N-nothing, sir,' Harry blushed a furious red at the sight of Lucius Malfoy leaning against the table with his shirt slightly undone. That would probably take the number one seat of all his fantasies for the next month or so. He now felt the sharp eyes on him and mentally scolded himself for blushing so obviously!
'Very well then, perhaps you'd like to get to work?' Lucius was smiling now, a predatory one as he watched Harry shakily take a seat.
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And the seconds turned into minutes and then hours as time passed. Judging by his quite-good inner body clock, Harry would say it had been four hours since he had settled down to work. His wrist was aching now - that's what four hours of continuous writing could do to you. His shoulders were sore from all the hunching he was used to.
The blonde now recklessly bent close to him. Harry could literally taste the nice flower petal scent on the man. As Lucius Malfoy took the parchments from him for inspection, the blonde hair carelessly brushed against Harry's cheek and neck. Harry involuntarily fidgeted and twitched in his seat. With his back facing the man, Harry could not see the barely concealed smirk on the devilishly-handsome face.
'Ah - I see we are nearly done. Maybe you would just add in a conclusion?' Lucius was amused - every single movement he made was rewarded by a bout of fidgeting by the boy. He knew he was affecting the boy with every single thing he did. The way he thoughtfully rested a hand on Harry's shoulder made the boy jump and shiver with delight.
As he watched Harry scrawl out the conclusion, Lucius grinned to himself. It was time to get the kill, he thought as he watched the last letter being penned and then the parchment being handed to him.
'You may leave,' there was a pause as the boy stood up to gather his things and then made for the door. Just as the slender fingers closed around the bronze doorknob, Lucius stopped him as planned, 'Just one thing - what has been distracting you throughout our little detention?'
Damn it - he'd noticed, Harry swore at himself and mentally cursed himself. The way the question was being phrased was highly-suggestive and if he didn't know better, he'd say that Lucius Malfoy was slyly hinting at something. But it never crossed his innocent mind that he was right.
'You haven't answered my question yet, Harry,'
The seductive tilt to the his name made Harry look up and then regret because instantly, he was enthralled by the fascinating dark beauty of the man which attracted him, like a moth to a flame.
Lucius Malfoy was exquisitely beautiful. He radiated a dark aura, he was full of mystery, a broodingly handsome quality and he was captivating. And now, Lucius had one pale finger insistently stroking Harry's cheek as the question was repeated. And now, Harry only knew one answer to the question.
'You,'
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Two days later
Harry woke up with a jolt in his stomach as he realised that today was the day. The Day, as he termed it was the day in which he would have to go for detention with Lucius Malfoy and also the one day in the week when he had double DADA, meaning he would see Lucius Malfoy for at least three hours today. How the hell was he going to pass through the whole day with that excitement?
He peered over Ron's shoulder to check today's schedule again, praying he had remembered wrongly but no, today was going to nicely start off with Charms, then Transfiguration, add Potions for double period (Ron and Harry both sympathized with each other), eventually the lesson before DADA happened to be Divination ('Oh, shit,' Ron had mumbled and Harry agreed whole-heartedly) .
'Long day ahead, eh?' Ron commented unhappily as he folded the slip of parchment and stuffed it into his bag.
Harry never could agree more.
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Meanwhile in Lucius' chambers
'Hell, what are you doing here, Severus?' Lucius Malfoy sighed as he patiently ran a comb through his long hair as he reached for a leather band to make a deft ponytail. He eyed the Potions Master who had just stridden in and was currently eyeing Lucius with slight amusement and seriousness.
'Didn't manage to catch your aristocratic arse for two days in a row - have you been avoiding me, Lucius?' Severus Snape helpfully handed Lucius the leather band. He watched as the blonde man raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
'You have, Lucius. And it all voices down to one word [Potter],' Severus knowingly said as Lucius' lips thinned in slight frustration and he stared resolutely at his reflection in the mirror, knowing that Severus wanted to continue speaking and allowing him to do so.
'Lucius, both you and I are aware of the school rules - that is, no violation of students, yet you still did on that night,'
'I did not. I merely accepted a dance from Harry,'
'And you should not even have. You be thankful Dumbledore hasn't decided to give you a dressing-down yet,'
'And you should not be meddling into my affairs, Severus,' Lucius Malfoy was pulling his blonde hair back into a ponytail and slipped the leather band over the many strands of silver-gold. Lucius was near snarling now as he flashed a warning glance at his friend.
'This is not meddling - it's warning. Since you think you're right, explain to me about the second dance you danced with Potter. I believe he did not initiate that,'
Grey eyes flashed as Lucius Malfoy curtly said, 'No, he did not,'
'Then?'
'Look, Severus, he likes me and I like him - isn't that good enough for any reason of further meeting?'
'Oh great, Lucius. Might I remind you that 'like' is a completely different thing from 'love' and in any case, I feel it is safe for us to term it 'lust'. You like young flesh, Lucius, we both know that. Why, did you take Draco, I wonder?' Severus Snape had hit the nail on the head, he knew for Lucius Malfoy paled.
'No, I did not take Draco,'
'Hard to imagine as Draco himself gushed on and on to me about you when he was alive. I remember he would describe your hair, your handsome looks and then speak of his own desires which were burning him,'
'I knew that little brat liked me but I was careful not to do anything to encourage that little pest,' Lucius recalled the nights when he had slapped Draco for daring to flirt with him. Lucius might have been evil, but he was not that immoral and he knew that having a shag with his son was something really wrong. Besides, the thought of shagging someone who looked so much like the younger version of him was nauseating.
'And now you lust for Potter, isn't it?'
'No, it's 'love',' Lucius vehemently refuted the claim.
'And are you sure Potter loves you in return? Lucius, I hate to tell you but young boys at that age normally have simple crushes - meaning, they are not serious at that age. Moreover, that Potter boy is the most gullible little creature I've ever seen - do you think he means the love to last? No, Lucius, it's a simple little crush - he'll get over it,'
'No,'
'Then by all means, continue meeting him for your little detentions, but know that I warned you,'
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Great Hall
Harry was feeling really frustrated with himself. He simply couldn't take his eyes off Lucius Malfoy. His mind kept drifting away and even though he tried his ultimate best not to look at the man, his gaze kept wandering over to the teacher's table where Lucius Malfoy was gracefully cutting his food with a fork and knife. How could one make such a simple action so erotic?
Lucius Malfoy was really very enthralling. His every single movement was keenly watched by Harry. The way he held the knife as if it was just a light quill and the way he casually tucked a few stray strands of silver behind his right ear. The strong fingers that wrapped around the napkin as he brought it up to dab elegantly at his lips made Harry grow hot and bothered.
Lucius Malfoy was now letting go of his napkin so that he could pick up his glass of plain water or whatever it was that teachers drank. Just as Harry watched, fascinated, he was aware of a pair of grey eyes calmly staring into his own as the glass hesitated by Lucius Malfoy's lips while the man watched Harry.
Harry abruptly turned away to let himself drown in Ron's excited chatter about Quidditch but he could feel the weight of Lucius Malfoy's stare. Blushing furiously and getting equally angry with himself for blushing, Harry forced his eyes to stare of his food as he pushed it moodily about.
It was going to prove a long day.
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Transfiguration
Professor McGonagall strode in, every inch of her was properly in place, and even her hat was straight and as pointed as ever. How different from Lucius Malfoy, Harry sighed inwardly at the picture of his Defense Against Dark Arts teacher.
'Today, we are going to change spiders into potted plants, treat it as an assignment. Marks will be giving according to spell work, creativity and level of work. Mr. Weasley, kindly help distribute the spiders,' Harry fought a laugh as Ron paled intensely and hesitantly grabbed the box from the teacher.
'Wish I could hex her,' Ron muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he tipped the box such that four spiders dropped out and hit Harry's table. 'Oops, thanks Harry,' Ron muttered as Harry helped him stuff the extra three back into the box.
As the lesson progressed, Harry was profoundly distracted by the fact that his own spider had turned into a mistletoe plant, the exact same plant Lucius Malfoy had been caressing so erotically that Harry had shuddered to think of certain ah-'things'. Running his fingers across the leaves, Harry wondered what it would be like to run his fingers across Lucius Malfoy's skin.
So distracting.
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Potions
'Today we shall do on a certain variation of love potions. This variation is a combination of a truth potion and a normal love potion. The drinker will be compelled to show his or her love truthfully, thus the effects of the two potions combined. The effects will wear off by midnight so I will be selecting two from this class to test their potions,' Snape's eyes caught Harry's and Harry knew that he was going to be one of the unlucky two.
As he threw in the rose petals one by one, he heard Ron muttering, 'I do hope he doesn't choose me - hell Harry, I might just kiss Hermione,' Harry stifled a slight laugh at the thought. Ron had been in love with Hermione for the past half a year but was too unnerved by her to profess his love.
'Mr. Potter,' Snape had just swept over in his usual dramatic way, 'I presume since you have time for small chat with Mr. Weasley, your potion must be done?' Harry said nothing, knowing that if he retorted, he would be given a detention. 'Prepare your potion for testing later and Weasley, you too,'
Ron groaned. Harry could not have agreed more.
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Divinations
Strong fingers prised open his shirt, running the fingers teasingly back and forth his chest. . .a hot mouth covering his in a playful kiss. . .a subtle moan of pleasure as his fingers pressed against the creamy skin . . .the soft murmuring of his name over and over again. . . the hot body pressed against him . . .the silky long hair caressing his shoulders. . .
'Harry,' Ron jabbed him painfully in the ribs as Harry jerked out of his daydream. Half the class was looking at him as Professor Trelawney swept over and gushed, 'Another premonition, Mr. Potter. What was it about?' Harry blinked owlishly for a few seconds before he pulled himself together.
* Your colleague Lucius Malfoy and his gorgeous body *
'Nothing - truly nothing,' Harry brushed her off simply before turning back to his textbook which laid sprawled on his lap.
'Well, then . . .as I was saying, we're doing on foretelling love lives today. It is very simple actually - just get into pairs, one basin per pair, fill it three-quarters full with water scented with rose perfume, and referring to your books, foretell each other's love life,' Professor Trelawney waved her wand dramatically and twelve basins appeared.
'I bet you were dreaming of Malfoy,' Ron muttered slyly as he placed their basin in the middle of the table.
'I was not - oh, fine, yes I was,' Harry muttered resentfully back as he prodded Ron to have a go first. Ron swirled the basin a little as instructed in the textbook and looked into it, squinting a little as he tried to make sense of what he saw.
'Always knew you had a thing for men with long hair, afterall, you liked Snape - check for me what a flamingo is, will you?' Ron chuckled to think what it would be as he stretched out in his chair.
'It says that your ideal partner will be a person who is real flashy sort of girl. Flashy in the sense of real outstanding - hell, there *is* some truth in it, isn't there?' Harry consulted the book and tried his best to stifle his laughter at the look on Ron's face as they both understood the reference to Hermione.
'Very well, Mr. Weasley. Now, Harry dear, if you will just look into the basin, yes, that's right,' Professor Trelawney had floated over to their table and she left Harry no space to object at having his love life being looked at by her. Harry could only sullenly look into the basin, hoping to see nothing at all.
'It's a loaf of French bread,' Harry muttered after a while, trying his best to make sense out of the twisting thing.
Peering over his shoulder, Professor Trelawney corrected him, 'It's a serpent, dear,'
Her words were misty but loud enough for the whole class to gasp, with the exception of Harry and Ron, for they were unimpressed by the misty tones applied by the teacher. Harry was in fact stifling a yawn for he supposed it meant that his love life would be poisoned by the serpent or something depressing to the effect.
'The serpent, Mr. Potter, represents danger and mystery. You are one who seeks a partner of danger and mystery. Your partner is likely to be of older age than you and more mature intellectually and emotionally. If I am not wrong - I am quite sure - that you will marry somebody from Slytherin with Slytherin traits,'
She paused, as if to great effect and then added, 'A fair warning, Mr. Potter, but your desire for a partner who is dangerous and your own love for danger might destroy your life,'
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Defense Against The Dark Arts
'You will be pleased to know that I am starting on a new chapter today - vampires,' Lucius Malfoy paused, to let the shock sink in for some of them, 'I have been told that Gilderoy Lockhart covered this before, but in his shabby manner which is not worth counting as true education,' Lucius Malfoy let his upper lip curl in a sneer at the idea of the ex-famous author being of any good stuff as a teacher.
'As usual, I shall give you the first fifteen minutes to read through your textbooks while I speak to each of you individually about your latest homework submitted. Then the next fifteen minutes will be spent copying down the more important notes I have got for you. The last half an hour will be spent looking at a real specimen,'
Gasps and looks of disbelief rippled through the class as Lucius Malfoy confirmed, 'Yes, a real vampire I managed to acquire,'
'Hell, Malfoy is really set on giving us real examples, eh?' Ron looked torn between alarm and awe as he eyed the blonde wizard who was currently speaking to Hermione about her homework which was a surprise as normally, teachers could not find anything wrong with her submitted work. But on the other hand, Lucius Malfoy was always full of surprises.
'No doubt - yes,' Harry muttered back as he tried to comprehend the information giving in the textbook.
'Mr. Potter,' Lucius Malfoy drawled in a lazy fashion as he handed Hermione her homework and flexed his fingers. Harry got up and made his way to the teacher's desk where he stood in front of Lucius Malfoy, taking in the highly-exotic beauty of the man.
'So, Mr. Potter, I wish to impress upon you that werewolves and all the other relatives of it, so as to say, are under the magical group of shape- shifters. The term 'shape-shifter' applies for all were-beasts, not only to werewolves, whatever you may think. You will write it tonight during your detention,'
Harry was slightly taken aback, not because of the fault Mr. Malfoy had found in his work, but because of the way Lucius Malfoy's lips turned slightly in a smile and the older man winked at him. It was as if they shared a secret and Harry briefly smiled back. The blonde's hands brushed lightly against Harry's as the homework was handed over.
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30 mins later
'Now, I want all of you to crowd over here, and make notes on the vampire's appearance, that is to say the eyes, facial features mostly and of course, the fangs. When you have finished looking, give me a detailed sketch of the vampire,'
As the eager teenagers took a closer look at their first vampire who lay motionless, cursed, on the tabletop, Harry found himself one of those who had to peer over the tops of other students' heads. Ron muttered details out of the corner of his mouth to Harry so that Harry could jot down the details without even straining to see the vampire.
As Harry was spelling out the word 'molten-silver', he felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder and looked up. Mr. Malfoy was looking at him. Suddenly, everything in his life seemed so insignificant as he held the gaze of the older man who looked unspeakably beautiful in the classroom. Harry was involuntarily reminded of one of his fantasies and his face reddened in pleasure.
He swiftly averted his eyes, refusing to look into the eyes of the teacher.
'No,' Lucius Malfoy softly said as he tilted the boy's head to face him and using a pale finger, stroke and caress the side of Harry's face. For a second, grey and green eyes locked into each other. Harry had the urge to lean into the gentle stroking but was cut off by Lucius Malfoy's words, 'Tonight, my office. Bring your work,'
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KNOCK
KNOCK KNOCK
Lucius smirked lightly to himself - here comes the prey. He looked at himself again. He had abandoned his usual cloak in favour of a very nice- looking champagne-coloured silk shirt which was unbuttoned at the first two buttons. He had purposely shaken his long hair free and knew he had a very seductive air about him.
'Come in, Potter,' he called, smirking ever so lightly as he watched the boy enter and then stare at him.
'Yes, Potter?'
'N-nothing, sir,' Harry blushed a furious red at the sight of Lucius Malfoy leaning against the table with his shirt slightly undone. That would probably take the number one seat of all his fantasies for the next month or so. He now felt the sharp eyes on him and mentally scolded himself for blushing so obviously!
'Very well then, perhaps you'd like to get to work?' Lucius was smiling now, a predatory one as he watched Harry shakily take a seat.
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And the seconds turned into minutes and then hours as time passed. Judging by his quite-good inner body clock, Harry would say it had been four hours since he had settled down to work. His wrist was aching now - that's what four hours of continuous writing could do to you. His shoulders were sore from all the hunching he was used to.
The blonde now recklessly bent close to him. Harry could literally taste the nice flower petal scent on the man. As Lucius Malfoy took the parchments from him for inspection, the blonde hair carelessly brushed against Harry's cheek and neck. Harry involuntarily fidgeted and twitched in his seat. With his back facing the man, Harry could not see the barely concealed smirk on the devilishly-handsome face.
'Ah - I see we are nearly done. Maybe you would just add in a conclusion?' Lucius was amused - every single movement he made was rewarded by a bout of fidgeting by the boy. He knew he was affecting the boy with every single thing he did. The way he thoughtfully rested a hand on Harry's shoulder made the boy jump and shiver with delight.
As he watched Harry scrawl out the conclusion, Lucius grinned to himself. It was time to get the kill, he thought as he watched the last letter being penned and then the parchment being handed to him.
'You may leave,' there was a pause as the boy stood up to gather his things and then made for the door. Just as the slender fingers closed around the bronze doorknob, Lucius stopped him as planned, 'Just one thing - what has been distracting you throughout our little detention?'
Damn it - he'd noticed, Harry swore at himself and mentally cursed himself. The way the question was being phrased was highly-suggestive and if he didn't know better, he'd say that Lucius Malfoy was slyly hinting at something. But it never crossed his innocent mind that he was right.
'You haven't answered my question yet, Harry,'
The seductive tilt to the his name made Harry look up and then regret because instantly, he was enthralled by the fascinating dark beauty of the man which attracted him, like a moth to a flame.
Lucius Malfoy was exquisitely beautiful. He radiated a dark aura, he was full of mystery, a broodingly handsome quality and he was captivating. And now, Lucius had one pale finger insistently stroking Harry's cheek as the question was repeated. And now, Harry only knew one answer to the question.
'You,'
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