Title: Blancmange
Author: Isilya_E
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own, make money from, or, to be honest, have a great deal of interest in any of these characters.
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His eyelashes are welded to his cheeks, and his first thought is; god I've gone blind, I've gone blind. It takes a moment, while the left side of his brain eyes off the right side warily, for him to realise that it's crud keeping the darkness in, not some earth-shattering, over-night, n'ere-before-heard-of eye disease. One almighty tug, (sneezing because somehow his eyelashes and his nose hairs are connected) and a pale form swims into focus.
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'You live with your parents?' the boy opposite purred. 'My.' Arthur watched in amusement as the slender teen wiggled into the tiny patch of clear space on the desk.
'But surely, you're at least-' the boy paused to peer over the top of his fashionably square glasses, raking down Arthur with a gaze that started at his untidy red hair, and ended pointedly at his groin. 'Oh, twenty-one. At least'
Arthur laughed cheerfully. 'Malfoy, you are the limit. Off the desk, and into the chair, now, there's a good lad- the Minister likes to pop in every now and then.' Arthur waggled a finger sternly in the boy's direction, 'Wouldn't want him to think there was any funny business going on, eh? Might scupper this whole Work Experience program.' Arthur gave the boy a friendly swat on the bum as he slithered down sulkily from his perch. Lucius was a good kind really, even if a tad too pretty to be treated like all the other Hogwarts' sixth years.
Not the kind of kid you would sneak into Madame Rosmerta's for a Muggle Guinness, Arthur thought vaguely. Sometimes Lucius unsettled him, he was all sudden fits of temper or bright blinding sunshine. He had a way of moving smoothly; silently- so that you did not know an arm was wound around your waist until it dipped into your pants. Still, he mused, he was a damn amusing kid, with his funny ways and posh voice.
Lucius came around the back of Arthur's chair, leaning in to murmur in his ear.
'I don't live with my parents. I live all- alone.' Arthur shivered.
'Ooh, don't breathe on my neck, you're giving me goose pimples. Look' he exclaimed, sticking out his arm. Tiny little red hairs were standing upright all up and down the well-tanned forearm. An indescribable expression, almost of pain, slid across Lucius's face. He licked his lips quickly.
'Why don't you come and keep me company tonight? I haven't got anything to do.' He said, dropping his gaze his hands. Arthur thought for a moment. He was fairly well up to date with his work, and he knew it was courgette quiche for dinner.
'Righto, Malfoy. That sounds like a plan.' He smiled broadly Lucius, reaching for a quill. 'I'll just owl Mum and tell her I won't be home for tea, shall I?'
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Almonds, milk and butterscotch, blancmange... maybe...mmmm His stomach rumbles, and his eyes fall shut again as he tumbles back into sleep. He makes a crooked wound, a bright slash of tan and crimson curled up in a puddle of cream.
