Lucius Malfoy continued to stare at Remus with the same piercing gaze which
made Remus feel like squirming. Malfoys had all the time on earth to wait
for answers, Lucius realised the fact as he leaned back casually against
the bar top and waited.
For Remus, time had stopped once again (the last being when he had blurted out how he thought Lucius Malfoy as beautiful). Once again, he was struck by the boy's beauty and also his words. The way they were whispered, warmly and enticingly just beside his right ear, sent perceptible shivers of surprise and pleasure down his spine. The meaning they held was so precious, like the nectar of the gods in Greek mythology. And, oh for Merlin's sake, just look at Lucius Malfoy.
Long locks of those Veela-like hair were now resting comfortably on the boy's shoulders, with an occasional lock caressing the ivory-coloured neck. Those icy grey eyes now held unspeakable promises of mystery and pleasure. The pale lips were curled into the ghost of a smile, waiting for the answer to decide.
'If you think that by not answering I will just turn and leave, you're wrong, little Gryffindor. What a Malfoy wants, a Malfoy gets. I want your answer now and I will get it,' Lucius Malfoy said silkily. Remus listened and furrowed his brows in an effort to think straight, but Lucius' entrancing looks and voice was weaving into his own soul, confusing him from reality and dreams.
'Then, I choose to tread on fire,' the answer coaxed out made Lucius smile. The smile was challenging and pleased.
Remus didn't care that the bar held another five people. He simply stepped closer to the older boy, feeling the warmth emitted and the slightly Jasmine scent clinging onto the older boy. He had never done this before, 'this' referring to boy and boy kissing, and neither had he done any heterosexual kissing but he supposed this was right, considering that he had heard Sirius tell of his one-night flings with Amos Diggory.
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WARNING AGAIN. TEENS BELOW 16 YEARS OF AGE REALLY SHOULD AVOID THIS. BUT AGAIN, IN MY OPINION, NO HARM READING.
He bit his lip in concentration as his hands slid around Lucius' neck, tangling with the soft locks of platinum-blonde. He leaned even closer, now such that their bodies touched closely and brushed against with each movement of his. Now, he hesitated, waiting for Lucius to either reject him or instruct him.
'So beautiful . . . you're my obedient little Gryffindor,' Lucius encouraged while lifting a hand to rake through Remus' hair. That was all needed, Remus bent closer and let his lips touch Lucius'. It felt pleasing and comfortable to be so near Lucius and feeling the older boy stroking his hair, neck and back gently.
Lucius kissed him back after a while, liking the feeling of innocent little lips under his. He slid his other arm around the smaller boy to hold him closer. So this was the feeling of ultimate bliss. Lucius would call this bliss. He completely forgot his social status. Potentially handsome bachelor, only heir to the Malfoy line, wealthy son of Death Eater, feared and respected family, future servant to Lord Voldemort and mostly, possible murderer of Remus Lupin.
In this kiss, he was only Lucius Malfoy. He was no wealthy young dark wizard. He was a simple teenager who was in love with a younger boy, that simple. He felt the kiss grow in intensity under his own manipulating, fiercer and faster, until he drew back.
'We can't, Gryffindor,' He gently murmured while turning a harsh glare at the bartender who was gaping open-mouthed.
'For your silence and the value of your life,' He snarled as he threw a pouch full of gold to the old man who immediately turned away to continue his scrupulous rubbing of the glasses. 'Obliviate,' his wand was out before Remus saw and he cursed the remaining four foreign wizards who looked politely puzzled.
'You are not to repeat this incident to anyone. Just one person and you lose your life,' he commanded. The foreign wizards, struck by the sudden curse, simply nodded.
Now, the cold, steely look in his eyes faded as he turned back to smile at the boy. 'We can't do this with people looking. Your friends will hear about it and I'm sure we don't want Black or Potter dying of a heart attack, do we?' Lucius used a patient tone like he was with a four-year- old.
Remus nodded, he liked the feeling of Lucius in charge. He liked to obey Lucius and he liked the way Lucius deliberately treated him like a child.
'Alright, now run along. You return to Hogwarts first, I'll stay out here until I'm sure you've gone,' Lucius gently shoved Remus towards the exit, all the time keeping a warning glare on the bartender.
Remus turned to go only to be pulled back by Lucius.
Grey eyes burned into hazel ones for a second, intensity obvious, before Lucius dropped a gentle kiss on Remus' cheek and whispered, 'I love you,'
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Hogwarts
'Remus, wake up, you big lump,' James Potter yawned as he attempted to pull Remus out of bed. 'Five more minutes, Prongs, just five,' Remus held up five fingers for better measure. 'I seem to remember that just five minutes ago, you did the same thing,' Sirius had joined the teasing and now used a sponge to soak up water from the tap.
'You know, James, I reckon the sponge is useful once again,' Sirius mockingly said seriously before squeezing the sponge over Remus.
'WHAT THE HELL?' Remus leapt up and scrambled out of the bed in an attempt to get away from Sirius. 'Oh good, you're awake. You better be thankful it's a Saturday,' James grinned lazily as he and Sirius caught hold of Remus' both hands and pulled him to sit on his bed.
'I reckon it's a good time,' Sirius nodded eagerly.
'Not wrong at all, Padfoot,' James agreed and turned to Remus.
'You went out with Helena last night, didn't you?' James questioned eagerly.
'Helena? Helena who?' Remus honestly had no idea what they were talking about and who Helena was. But the name was familiar though. Oh, he remembered, it was the so-called cute Ravenclaw girl James had attempted to ask out for him the last time. A really big failure as Remus left just after four minutes of forced conversation.
'The Ravenclaw girl. The one with long black hair with matching black eyes,' Sirius had added helpfully. James muttered something that resembled, 'Good thing you weren't with her. I figured she could be a relative of Snape afterall,'
'No. I wasn't with her,' Remus' blunt answer caused a drop in enthusiasm from both his friends before the enthusiasm returned with another question from Sirius.
'Then you admit you did go out for a snog and perhaps, a good shag?' Sirius pressed eagerly, his lips were forming a mischievous grin. Remus was really thankful the dormitory was empty except for the three of them. It was really embarrassing sometimes to have your love and sexual life questioned so bluntly.
'No snog or shag,' Remus answered, trying to make his expression as neutral as possible. He watched James arch his eyebrows and then frown. 'Very impossible. Because I remember you shaking me up and asking if you could borrow the cloak,' James said.
'No, I repeat, I was with no girl last night,'
'Ah-hah, then you were with a boy,' Sirius said triumphantly. Remus paled and then blushed a cute shade of crimson as he remembered the kiss he shared last night. 'I told you he wasn't straight,' Sirius added to James who whined and complained about losing ten galleons.
'No, I wasn't with a boy either,' Remus stoutly refused to admit.
'A transsexual, then?' James regained his cheery composure and continued the interrogation. For a split second, Remus considered telling them that he was in love with Lucius Malfoy and had kissed the older boy many times but he was sure they would sooner murder him than allow him to be 'tainted'.
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Lucius Malfoy was a terrific actor, Remus observed. He still went about giving Sirius and James detentions and taking off points. And mostly, he still came across as a nasty bastard. The only times he wasn't was when Remus was with him. They had only managed to meet up twice. Once at an empty dungeon and the other at an empty Charms classroom. Lucius had taught Remus the disillusioning charm which worked, far better than an invisibility cloak. Remus often disillusioned himself and sneaked out in the dead middle of the night.
It was part of the fun, the thrill and excitement that prompted them to continue the late night meetings.
And now, Remus realised he had better return to his meticulous task of writing an essay for Professor McGonagall.
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They had met up twice already, his cute little Gryffindor. Lucius smiled to himself. He was now sitting at the edge of his bed, dipping his quill into green ink and thoughtfully thinking of a new place to meet. They had not shagged yet, Lucius had not brought the boy to such a height. They merely kissed (Lucius was amazed at how kissing could be as exciting as shagging).
Lucius had always written messages in code. Banking on his extreme knowledge of the manipulation of languages, he began writing a simple poem.
'In the shadow of the tower,
Belonging to the reds and golds,
Four hours past first arrangement time,
The serpent and lion shall meet,
Invisible to the other.
On the next full moon night,
The legendary enemies shall meet'
He could not help smiling in amusement at his own coded message. He passed the rolled up scroll to his owl and watched as the golden bird soared into the darkness of the night.
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Remus nearly groaned in exasperation when he read the seven lines containing date and venue and a reminder. It was time to decipher Lucius' meaning again. He hated such cryptic messages but knew it was for the best. If someone should intercept this, they would not be likely to know the meaning.
Shadow of tower which belongs to reds and golds . . . reds and golds, it meant the Gryffindors. So, Lucius had decided to meet outdoors, just near the Gryffindor tower! First arrangement time, that surely meant the first time they had met outdoors. What was the time? Oh yes, 7.30 at night, he remembered. So four hours passed would mean 11.30pm. Okay, time and venue both solved. The serpent and lion, invisible to each other, Lucius meant a disillusion charm. Next full moon night is okay, no wait! He would be a werewolf. How on earth could he meet Lucius without tearing the boy into shreds. Shit!
He immediately scribbled a reply just under Lucius' message.
'Cannot meet. I have some personal matters to settle. Change date to the day after?' Remus paled as he thought of how he would answer if Lucius asked.
The reply came back just as fast.
'Certainly,' was all Lucius Malfoy had penned.
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Night after full moon
Remus shivered in the cold air. He was dressed in a long black cloak, under which he wore a long sleeved shirt to cover the bites and scratches he had created a night ago. They were unsightly. And no doubt, Lucius might question their existence.
'Undo the charm,' he heard Lucius Malfoy drawl softly as the older boy stepped into view. He rapped himself hard on the head and turned to look at the Slytherin.
'I wish to know, my little Gryffindor, what was more important than me last night?' Lucius Malfoy smiled as he gently tackled the boy to the ground. Remus helplessly tried to wriggle free but Lucius had both arms propping his body up and he smirked.
'Well,' Remus tried to stall for time. He felt the blood draining from his face.
'Yes?' Lucius Malfoy gave a very saintly sigh at the slow answer and asked.
'I . . . had to return home for my mother. She's sick, you see,' Remus' pale look must have given him away for Lucius Malfoy simply smiled softly, as if laughing at his poor attempt to lie. 'I see, please convey my regards,' Lucius said smoothly. 'I'll try,' Remus answered.
Unless he was mistaken, he saw a rather pained expression come over Lucius' handsome face for a split second.
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Hmmmm, that is another chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it. What is the thing Lucius is hiding from Remus? Anyone want to take a guess? Any comments? I hope the poem wasn't too lame cos I was pretty doubtful about whether it was good enough to convey all aspects. . .anyway, I will probably update soon.
Love you guys.
For Remus, time had stopped once again (the last being when he had blurted out how he thought Lucius Malfoy as beautiful). Once again, he was struck by the boy's beauty and also his words. The way they were whispered, warmly and enticingly just beside his right ear, sent perceptible shivers of surprise and pleasure down his spine. The meaning they held was so precious, like the nectar of the gods in Greek mythology. And, oh for Merlin's sake, just look at Lucius Malfoy.
Long locks of those Veela-like hair were now resting comfortably on the boy's shoulders, with an occasional lock caressing the ivory-coloured neck. Those icy grey eyes now held unspeakable promises of mystery and pleasure. The pale lips were curled into the ghost of a smile, waiting for the answer to decide.
'If you think that by not answering I will just turn and leave, you're wrong, little Gryffindor. What a Malfoy wants, a Malfoy gets. I want your answer now and I will get it,' Lucius Malfoy said silkily. Remus listened and furrowed his brows in an effort to think straight, but Lucius' entrancing looks and voice was weaving into his own soul, confusing him from reality and dreams.
'Then, I choose to tread on fire,' the answer coaxed out made Lucius smile. The smile was challenging and pleased.
Remus didn't care that the bar held another five people. He simply stepped closer to the older boy, feeling the warmth emitted and the slightly Jasmine scent clinging onto the older boy. He had never done this before, 'this' referring to boy and boy kissing, and neither had he done any heterosexual kissing but he supposed this was right, considering that he had heard Sirius tell of his one-night flings with Amos Diggory.
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WARNING AGAIN. TEENS BELOW 16 YEARS OF AGE REALLY SHOULD AVOID THIS. BUT AGAIN, IN MY OPINION, NO HARM READING.
He bit his lip in concentration as his hands slid around Lucius' neck, tangling with the soft locks of platinum-blonde. He leaned even closer, now such that their bodies touched closely and brushed against with each movement of his. Now, he hesitated, waiting for Lucius to either reject him or instruct him.
'So beautiful . . . you're my obedient little Gryffindor,' Lucius encouraged while lifting a hand to rake through Remus' hair. That was all needed, Remus bent closer and let his lips touch Lucius'. It felt pleasing and comfortable to be so near Lucius and feeling the older boy stroking his hair, neck and back gently.
Lucius kissed him back after a while, liking the feeling of innocent little lips under his. He slid his other arm around the smaller boy to hold him closer. So this was the feeling of ultimate bliss. Lucius would call this bliss. He completely forgot his social status. Potentially handsome bachelor, only heir to the Malfoy line, wealthy son of Death Eater, feared and respected family, future servant to Lord Voldemort and mostly, possible murderer of Remus Lupin.
In this kiss, he was only Lucius Malfoy. He was no wealthy young dark wizard. He was a simple teenager who was in love with a younger boy, that simple. He felt the kiss grow in intensity under his own manipulating, fiercer and faster, until he drew back.
'We can't, Gryffindor,' He gently murmured while turning a harsh glare at the bartender who was gaping open-mouthed.
'For your silence and the value of your life,' He snarled as he threw a pouch full of gold to the old man who immediately turned away to continue his scrupulous rubbing of the glasses. 'Obliviate,' his wand was out before Remus saw and he cursed the remaining four foreign wizards who looked politely puzzled.
'You are not to repeat this incident to anyone. Just one person and you lose your life,' he commanded. The foreign wizards, struck by the sudden curse, simply nodded.
Now, the cold, steely look in his eyes faded as he turned back to smile at the boy. 'We can't do this with people looking. Your friends will hear about it and I'm sure we don't want Black or Potter dying of a heart attack, do we?' Lucius used a patient tone like he was with a four-year- old.
Remus nodded, he liked the feeling of Lucius in charge. He liked to obey Lucius and he liked the way Lucius deliberately treated him like a child.
'Alright, now run along. You return to Hogwarts first, I'll stay out here until I'm sure you've gone,' Lucius gently shoved Remus towards the exit, all the time keeping a warning glare on the bartender.
Remus turned to go only to be pulled back by Lucius.
Grey eyes burned into hazel ones for a second, intensity obvious, before Lucius dropped a gentle kiss on Remus' cheek and whispered, 'I love you,'
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Hogwarts
'Remus, wake up, you big lump,' James Potter yawned as he attempted to pull Remus out of bed. 'Five more minutes, Prongs, just five,' Remus held up five fingers for better measure. 'I seem to remember that just five minutes ago, you did the same thing,' Sirius had joined the teasing and now used a sponge to soak up water from the tap.
'You know, James, I reckon the sponge is useful once again,' Sirius mockingly said seriously before squeezing the sponge over Remus.
'WHAT THE HELL?' Remus leapt up and scrambled out of the bed in an attempt to get away from Sirius. 'Oh good, you're awake. You better be thankful it's a Saturday,' James grinned lazily as he and Sirius caught hold of Remus' both hands and pulled him to sit on his bed.
'I reckon it's a good time,' Sirius nodded eagerly.
'Not wrong at all, Padfoot,' James agreed and turned to Remus.
'You went out with Helena last night, didn't you?' James questioned eagerly.
'Helena? Helena who?' Remus honestly had no idea what they were talking about and who Helena was. But the name was familiar though. Oh, he remembered, it was the so-called cute Ravenclaw girl James had attempted to ask out for him the last time. A really big failure as Remus left just after four minutes of forced conversation.
'The Ravenclaw girl. The one with long black hair with matching black eyes,' Sirius had added helpfully. James muttered something that resembled, 'Good thing you weren't with her. I figured she could be a relative of Snape afterall,'
'No. I wasn't with her,' Remus' blunt answer caused a drop in enthusiasm from both his friends before the enthusiasm returned with another question from Sirius.
'Then you admit you did go out for a snog and perhaps, a good shag?' Sirius pressed eagerly, his lips were forming a mischievous grin. Remus was really thankful the dormitory was empty except for the three of them. It was really embarrassing sometimes to have your love and sexual life questioned so bluntly.
'No snog or shag,' Remus answered, trying to make his expression as neutral as possible. He watched James arch his eyebrows and then frown. 'Very impossible. Because I remember you shaking me up and asking if you could borrow the cloak,' James said.
'No, I repeat, I was with no girl last night,'
'Ah-hah, then you were with a boy,' Sirius said triumphantly. Remus paled and then blushed a cute shade of crimson as he remembered the kiss he shared last night. 'I told you he wasn't straight,' Sirius added to James who whined and complained about losing ten galleons.
'No, I wasn't with a boy either,' Remus stoutly refused to admit.
'A transsexual, then?' James regained his cheery composure and continued the interrogation. For a split second, Remus considered telling them that he was in love with Lucius Malfoy and had kissed the older boy many times but he was sure they would sooner murder him than allow him to be 'tainted'.
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Lucius Malfoy was a terrific actor, Remus observed. He still went about giving Sirius and James detentions and taking off points. And mostly, he still came across as a nasty bastard. The only times he wasn't was when Remus was with him. They had only managed to meet up twice. Once at an empty dungeon and the other at an empty Charms classroom. Lucius had taught Remus the disillusioning charm which worked, far better than an invisibility cloak. Remus often disillusioned himself and sneaked out in the dead middle of the night.
It was part of the fun, the thrill and excitement that prompted them to continue the late night meetings.
And now, Remus realised he had better return to his meticulous task of writing an essay for Professor McGonagall.
*************************
They had met up twice already, his cute little Gryffindor. Lucius smiled to himself. He was now sitting at the edge of his bed, dipping his quill into green ink and thoughtfully thinking of a new place to meet. They had not shagged yet, Lucius had not brought the boy to such a height. They merely kissed (Lucius was amazed at how kissing could be as exciting as shagging).
Lucius had always written messages in code. Banking on his extreme knowledge of the manipulation of languages, he began writing a simple poem.
'In the shadow of the tower,
Belonging to the reds and golds,
Four hours past first arrangement time,
The serpent and lion shall meet,
Invisible to the other.
On the next full moon night,
The legendary enemies shall meet'
He could not help smiling in amusement at his own coded message. He passed the rolled up scroll to his owl and watched as the golden bird soared into the darkness of the night.
***********************
Remus nearly groaned in exasperation when he read the seven lines containing date and venue and a reminder. It was time to decipher Lucius' meaning again. He hated such cryptic messages but knew it was for the best. If someone should intercept this, they would not be likely to know the meaning.
Shadow of tower which belongs to reds and golds . . . reds and golds, it meant the Gryffindors. So, Lucius had decided to meet outdoors, just near the Gryffindor tower! First arrangement time, that surely meant the first time they had met outdoors. What was the time? Oh yes, 7.30 at night, he remembered. So four hours passed would mean 11.30pm. Okay, time and venue both solved. The serpent and lion, invisible to each other, Lucius meant a disillusion charm. Next full moon night is okay, no wait! He would be a werewolf. How on earth could he meet Lucius without tearing the boy into shreds. Shit!
He immediately scribbled a reply just under Lucius' message.
'Cannot meet. I have some personal matters to settle. Change date to the day after?' Remus paled as he thought of how he would answer if Lucius asked.
The reply came back just as fast.
'Certainly,' was all Lucius Malfoy had penned.
**********************
Night after full moon
Remus shivered in the cold air. He was dressed in a long black cloak, under which he wore a long sleeved shirt to cover the bites and scratches he had created a night ago. They were unsightly. And no doubt, Lucius might question their existence.
'Undo the charm,' he heard Lucius Malfoy drawl softly as the older boy stepped into view. He rapped himself hard on the head and turned to look at the Slytherin.
'I wish to know, my little Gryffindor, what was more important than me last night?' Lucius Malfoy smiled as he gently tackled the boy to the ground. Remus helplessly tried to wriggle free but Lucius had both arms propping his body up and he smirked.
'Well,' Remus tried to stall for time. He felt the blood draining from his face.
'Yes?' Lucius Malfoy gave a very saintly sigh at the slow answer and asked.
'I . . . had to return home for my mother. She's sick, you see,' Remus' pale look must have given him away for Lucius Malfoy simply smiled softly, as if laughing at his poor attempt to lie. 'I see, please convey my regards,' Lucius said smoothly. 'I'll try,' Remus answered.
Unless he was mistaken, he saw a rather pained expression come over Lucius' handsome face for a split second.
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Hmmmm, that is another chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it. What is the thing Lucius is hiding from Remus? Anyone want to take a guess? Any comments? I hope the poem wasn't too lame cos I was pretty doubtful about whether it was good enough to convey all aspects. . .anyway, I will probably update soon.
Love you guys.