Well, I'm back. Thank you to all whom voted. Then general consensus of all emails and reviews was that Lucius should get close with Sirius. I am however, including both as his lovers. But he will really fall in love (or lust) with only one.
One comment: I cannot write lemons… I have tried and failed. I simply can't do it!! I would love, love, love it if someone could write; at least the lemony part of my story for part 3. I only want a short part, maybe a page, and I will be eternally grateful. Email me, or review and I'll email you, then I'll tell you the couple and the situation. Consider it a challenge. The best one will be put in my story. A reward will be given.
Ziegfried: 2
"Are you okay?"
What?
"Are you ok, Lucius?"
The first thing he awoke to was the voice of Severus. The next was the pain burning inside his chest and throat. Then there was light. Lucius Diablo Malfoy cursed the sun and its brightness; he would prefer to be in the cold black hallways of Malfoy Manor any day, even if he had to deal with his father.
He forced his eyes open and found himself in a small bedroom. There was a fire roaring by his side, knick-naks scattered about the room, and red curtains pulled back to let in the light. Lucius sat up, wheezing as he did. Severus was by his side, reclined on a large leather armchair, looking petulantly at his fingers. They were characteristically wrapped in his black cloak, his eyes tense and nervous.
Lucius rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffed. He must have been asleep for a while; his body ached with a lazy pain that was gained only through being still for great lengths of time. He'd probably missed the Sorting Ceremony. Damn. He hoped he could still be admitted to Hogwarts. Schools were so picky about those sorts of things.
"Severus." He sniffed, "Is the Sorting Ceremony over?"
Severus looked up, a mild expression of surprise on his face. His fingers untwined from his cloak.
"Lucius," he breathed, "They haven't even begun."
"What?!" Lucius cried. Surely they hadn't delayed the process for him? They wouldn't do that, would they?
"They haven't even begun." Severus repeated mildly, "It's only 3 o'clock. They don't sort for another half hour."
Lucius sat dumfounded. He'd been unconscious for a total of 1 hour. Pathetic. With a growl he leapt from his bed, and stretched cat-like, leaning back and standing on his tiptoes. He turned sullenly, and looked for his bags. They weren't there, and neither were Severus', so he guessed they'd been taken care of.
"I suppose I'd better get going then…" he mumbled, heading for the door.
"W-where are you going?" Severus asked worriedly, leaping to his feet.
"To the Main Hall." Lucius replied, and twisted towards the door.
"W-wait!" Severus cried, running after him, "I'll come with you! You need help finding the main hall don't you?"
"No." Lucius replied coldly. "I'll see you later Snape."
"But-I mean, well, how do you know, um-"
Lucius didn't bother to listen to Severus' babbling. He turned sharply and started to head down the hall, slightly annoyed at everything in general. He had a migraine. Severus followed still stuttering.
"W-will I see you, I, uh…well,…"
"What do you want to say Snape?" Lucius snarled.
"W-what do I want to say? I, well, I um….. I think you're very beautiful."
That stopped him. Lucius froze, rigid for only a few seconds, before smoothly turning and facing Snape. The boy's face was crimson and he had his hand clamped over his mouth.
"I mean, I…" he tried again, then gave up and sighed, throwing his hands in the air. "That's why everyone hates me…" Snape whispered quietly, lowering his eyes to look at his feet.
Lucius smiled, and moved towards Severus. He reached out and brought his hand to the boy's face. Severus jerked at his touch, his eyes wide with shock.
"Everyone?" Lucius breathed.
Severus opened his mouth in shock, dumbfounded. Lucius moved forward, and Snape leaned towards him, pressing his hands onto his chest. Lucius let his tongue slide from his mouth as he licked Severus' lips quickly, curling it like a cat's. It was all either of them could take; Lucius, who had thought of Snape only as a lackey found new interests budding.
Their lips locked, Severus' mouth was hot and eager, Lucius let his tongue slide in with ease, running it over his companion's. Snape leaned on him, and Lucius took him into his arms, pleased that the little nervous fingers were now entwined in his own cloak. This one would be good practice, a sort of warm-up for the big kill. Sirius Black.
The two were interrupted by voices approaching. Lucius broke off, leaving Severus woozy.
"We'd better go." He stated, inclining his head towards the direction the voices came from.
Severus nodded, a far off look in his eyes. Lucius smirked at the smitten boy, and headed towards the great hall. Snape, of course, followed.
The main hall was larger than Lucius had imagined. His other schools had never been so big and luxurious. Perhaps Nezgel had, but that was a school privately tutored by Dark wizards. His father even went there for periodical sermons. It was at Nezgel he had lost his virginity; he had been a little whore to one of the teachers; Riddle had been the man's name, Tom Riddle. But Riddle was dead now, or so his father said, and he had been replaced by Lord Voldemort. Lucius was able to read the cryptic words: His former teacher and lover was the most powerful Dark Lord of the century. Even more so than Grendlewald. But that had nothing to do with the present…besides his now twisted sense of sexuality.
Everyone was crowded around in a circle, with the Headmaster (Lucius supposed) at the center. In his hands was a hat. It sang. Lucius was dumbfounded, in other schools; teachers had evaluated them and placed them into houses on how they tested. It was strange to see a Headmaster putting so much responsibility into a hat. Lucius felt slightly disappointed.
Clusters of first years were called; Malfoy didn't bother to listen to their names. The hat seemed to read their minds, then scream out their house in a loud, annoying voice. What Lucius found odd was that the more personality you seemed to have, the louder the hat screamed. It was funny really, because a Mudblood had timidly put the hat on and had been roared a "HUFFLEPUFF" so loud that the windows shook. He sighed and tried not to fall asleep.
"Malfoy, Lucius." A voice called.
Snapped from his weariness, Lucius looked up, and so did everyone else. He supposed it was his turn. He turned slightly towards Snape, who looked at him nervously, and then stood. His feet clicked with the stone floor. Students stared, they knew who he was, they had seen his father's name, as well as his own many times in the newspaper. Some looked at him with fear, others, pure hate. He shrugged all of the stares off.
He idly snatched the hat up and stuffed it on his head. Instantly, a voice could be heard.
"Another Malfoy, eh? You lot are especially Slytherin. Cold, competent killers. Most of you turn at to be several a Dark Lord's trump card. But you. You are especially virulent."
*Do I sense a spot of distaste in the ruddy old hat? * Lucius hissed.
"Oh, no, Lucius. I happen to like your personality. It's very frozen…you won't find anyone your age as able as you: especially to kill. In any case, I can't chat forever, there are still plenty of children to sort. Welcome to:"
"SLYTHERIN!!!"
The hat bellowed so loudly that everyone screamed and covered their ears. The windows hummed then fell still. Lucius smiled an icy half smile, flitted his eyes over the crowd, and stood. A group of students clothed in green and black began to vigorously applaud him. He decided that they had to be in his house.
He was engulfed by them; several people he felt he should recognize slapped him on the back, whistled, and smiled sneeringly in his direction. Lucius replied the favor. A soft hand in his caught his attention. Snape guided him to the back of the crowd and handed him a green scarf to wear along with the rest of the crowd. Lucius gave him a cold smile in return for the gesture, and folded the scarf up. He stuffed it in his pocket, no wanting to particularly look like the bunch of mush-headed goons that seemed to be in his house. They stood together, at the back of the mob, Severus shyly gazing at his feet, nervous fingers wrapped in his cloak, and Lucius tapping his foot irritably, waiting for the ceremony to end.
It did, after great length, and they were led to the to the vast dinner tables prepared especially for them. Snape was reluctantly dragged away by a Prefect to sit by the upperclassmen. Lucius, in turn, was sat near the end of the table- directly across from Sirius Black.
The black haired boy didn't meet his piercing gaze, and instead pretended to be infatuated with the mashed potatoes in front of him. Even when Lucius had taken the bloody dish away had the boy not even bothered to look up, so he was forced to hold on to the potatoes hoping Black would finally get a grip and ask for them. And meet his eyes…
Lucius let out an irritated hiss after waiting patiently for 10 minutes. He slid the dish in an agitated manner towards Sirius, who then took it and began shoveling the food onto his plate. All was done so without so much of a glance up. Lucius clenched his jaw angrily.
"Too good to talk to me, Black?" he sneered.
Black didn't look up. His mouth was a thin, pale line, and his eyes sparked, but he remained infatuated with the potatoes.
"Angry that I'm in Slytherin?" he tried again
That caught Sirius' attention, and his eyes. The fiery blue eyes that held him in slight awe. Sirius jutted his lower jaw out in stubbornness.
"No. Just mildly surprised. You seemed like…like a…I dunno…I thought you would be in Gryffyndor."
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"Your house?" he smiled loftily.
Sirius nodded slowly, then looked back down at his plate. Something in him seemed to be restrained, which was very unlike the boy who had literally jumped on him in the Express train. A black cloud hung over his head…
"What's wrong?" Lucius wondered aloud.
Sirius caught his breath and looked up.
"Ummm…about what happened on the train…"
"Don't tell me to forget it." Lucius bit sharply, jamming his fork into the rare steak on his plate.
"You have to!" Sirius exclaimed urgently, drawing looks from a few people near-by.
"No!" hissed Lucius. He began to twist the fork around in the tough meat.
"Lucius!!" Sirius snarled, completely untamed. He brought his fist down on the table, making their dishes clink. He turned back to his meal and began to eat it angrily, as if to portray that their discussion was over. Not if Lucius had anything to say about it.
"Perhaps we should argue about this in less populated areas…unless you want to broadcast your secret to the rest of the world. Do you know of someplace where we could…discuss in private?" Lucius spoke in his silkiest voice.
Sirius stopped chewing, and dropped his fork. He looked up, his eyes wide, and his body rigid. He tried to say something but spat out parts of his meal onto the tablecloth instead. He choked slightly then grabbed his goblet and swallowed the entire mouthful. He wheezed slightly and tried again.
"You…you…you…want… to… meet…privately?!?!" he sputtered. He sucked in his breath and surveyed Lucius, who, of course, revealed nothing besides impassive vibes. Sirius cocked his head in confusion, a sudden new spark in his eyes.
"I…I thought…that you didn't like…me. Aren't you afraid of…fags?" he blinked guiltily.
Lucius curled his lips suggestively. No answer was required for that one.
Sirius sucked in even more air, and leaned back. His hand absently dropped his knife as well as he stared at Lucius. This was beyond believable for the black haired boy. Lucius couldn't be…it was impossible; only in dreams did such beautiful creatures actually become, well, achievable. And here he was, being offered a chance to be alone with the gorgeous boy.
"Well?" Lucius quipped.
Sirius didn't need to think much on that one. He nodded…and his voice suddenly sprung to life.
"Meet me…in the classroom that's all the way down in the corner of the Forbidden Hall. It's the smallest one; it's locked, but I'll get it open for you…"
"At what time…?" Lucius questioned softly, his eyes slits, and his smile broader.
"…Midnight." Sirius replied.
Lucius pulled his fork from his steak and tried to eat but he suddenly had no appetite; not for food anyway.
The crowd was called to assembly shortly afterward, and Sirius stalked away, casting odd glances in his direction. Snape found his side and smiled slightly at Lucius' bitter comments towards the Headmaster.
When they were dismissed, Snape led Lucius to the dungeons, and whispered the password: "forbidden art", then brought him to his dorm. He was to room with Snape, which wasn't a raw deal at all. The boy was so close too adorable, and yet near viper-ish in his ways. Perhaps all Slytherins were. He certainly was. Their bags were already unpacked, so Lucius started a fire, and Snape flopped onto his bead and stared at the ceiling.
"…Lucius?" Snape sighed.
"What?" Lucius threw in another log to the fire and poked it casually with his wand sending sparks flying up the chimney.
"…Why did you kiss me?" Snape sat up and stared at Lucius' back.
Lucius turned from the fire and tucked his wand away. For a first day of school, this was very hectic, and it would probably get worse, he didn't want to have Severus following him everywhere, but the boy was pretty. He wrinkled his nose in decision, then smiled. Snape's eyes tried to read him. Lucius knew his face well. He knew that it was unreadable, and that little Severus would forever be in mystery to his feelings.
"Do you want me to do it again?" Lucius whispered. He paced over to Severus and leaned above him, placing his palms on the boy's thighs. Snape's lips involuntarily parted as he let out a sigh. Lucius brought his face towards the boy's, studying. There was so much to love; the pale skin, the pink, pouty lips, the shortish black hair that was disheveled so often. All of it was delectable in an odd, addictive way.
"Lucius. I barely know you…" Snape whispered. But he still leaned back, letting Lucius on top of him. Malfoy didn't need any more persuasion. He began to let his tongue slide up and down Snape's throat, expertly unbuttoning the boy's shirt, running his fingers along the smooth chest. Severus groaned, his eyes now completely shut, his hands twisting into Lucius' cloak. After a slight moment of fumbling, Severus was short a shirt, pants and underwear. He lay naked and exposed before Lucius, shivering because of the cold dungeon air.
"So…"Lucius licked his lips, "What would you like me to do?"
Snape just stared. Lucius leaned in again, applying pressure to Severus' already erect groin and smile as the boy groaned in pleasure. Manipulation was fun. He forcefully closed his mouth with Severus' and enjoyed the warmth of the boy's mouth against his own, absently fondling Snape who convulsed every so often.
He pulled away, watching Snape. The boy lay on his side; hair sprawled to his side, lips parted. He was different from Lucius: he was thin, bony even, and dark. Lucius was what one would call supple, feminine even, with silver-shiny hair and skin that almost seemed to shimmer in the right light. All this could be credited to his…less than human heritage. No, Severus seemed like the type to whore to a larger, stronger upperclassman. Lucius smiled coyly, and turned to his bed, leaving Snape shivering and naked. The boy sat up.
"Lucius." He hissed, serious, and lacking the usual nervous twist of his fingers.
Malfoy turned, still smiling.
"Don't play with me." Snape stated, before reaching his chest of drawers and beginning to apply new clothes. Lucius laughed, he didn't plan to play with Snape. No, this would be a chase. A hunt one might call it, and it was going to be fun.
He licked his lips and glanced at the clock. It was quarter before midnight…Sirius was waiting. His stomach flip-flopped. Lucius barely knew either of the two boys and had nearly slept with one. He planned to nearly or, perhaps even, sleep with the other…The handsome black- haired boy…with blazing blue eyes. He bit down on his lip, rolling his tongue along it, savoring its softness.
He was such a slut. He knew he didn't deserve to have either of them…but he kept pushing anyway…Sex was a fruitless pursuit of pleasure. Lying in his lover's arms, their semen all over him, mixing with blood, bruising kisses on his neck and belly, he felt used, dirty…unlivable. But if he didn't get it often, he felt even worse.
Lucius sighed and started to the door. He glanced at Snape, who was buried in a book, and walked out.
He did notice Snape crying from behind the book cover, his teeth biting down hard on his lower lip, trying to stop.
Allright. That's all for now. Remember all you slash lemon writers (like there are a lot of those ^^;;;), email me! The couple is Sirius and Lucius!!!! A lovely little interlude in the abandoned classroom. This scene is especially poignant because Sirius is a virgin…and by the way…Lucius is on bottom. No protests here people! Lucius is a bottom type guy in this story; I don't care if he's aggressive! I specifically described him as feminine. Snape fans, don't worry…he'll get some too. (That means you can write another lovely lemon for me)
Flames, as usual will be laughed at. If you really are so offended, then why do you read them, dammit?! I'm going to write an essay about this, I swear!! Anyway, I'm sorry for all you homophobes creeps that like to read slash then flame it, I know it wasn't enough to get you off, but I've already said that I can't write lemons. Sorry.
So seethe, and two tears in a bucket.
Yari ^-^
P.s. tell me of any sp/grammar errors, please