Disclaimer: All the wonderful characters of Harry Potter are not owned by me. A lady called J. K. 
Rowlings own them. But well, you'll find them doing things here that they wouldn't do in books :)

Written by: Lucius Gray - me - 

Ratings: PG-13 (for now)

Note: This is my first fan fic. And it's a series!!! Hope it'll finish...














Sometimes, when the moon calls, the Wolf in him awakens.




Pale blue eyes raked accross the milk-white skin, lingering at the small hollow at the base of the
boy's neck. Lucius Malfoy licked his lips as his eyes traced down to the dark musty robes, almost
piercing through the coarse material. No amount of sunning had ever colored this milk-white skin. 
Although, Lucius smiled, he does flush prettily when he's angry.

Yes, Lucius thought. Sirius Black is pretty. In fact, when he considered it, Sirius Black could
even be beautiful.

Sirius Black, the Ravensclaw prefect. James Potter's shadow. Parading around in his tight little
leather pants, wearing robes that were too short for him. Joking around in that group they called
the Maurauders and torturing Slytherins with his pathetic little tricks. He even rode that large,
hideous contraption that he called a motorbike.

Lucius looked away as Sirius glanced around, as if he felt the cold eyes caressing his flesh. The
dark silk of his hair, as black as his name, curled around his nape, hugging the stark white skin. 
Ah, that contrast, Lucius would sigh. How the black and white of that body would stand out in the
brightly lit room. How he would look so out of place, and yet look as though he belonged.

Belonged to me, and not that Potter, Lucius would think bitterly. Belonged to me and nobody else.



 
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