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Lucius' POV
I don't believe I've found him again. It was purely fate that I met him there. I was about to leave after getting the Potions ingredients for Severus when I recalled a certain book title I'd spotted in Bellatrix Lestrange's personal library years ago and decided to see if I could get it for a read. And then, I ran into him. I heard him - ever the polite little Gryffindor. I literally stopped dead in my tracks and entered the store. I expected myself to be badly disappointed but I wasn't.
Remus was really in the shop.
I struggled for words to convey my love which still burned me like iron.
'I'd recommend that book, even though personally, I feel that Knockturn Alley has more comprehensive ones,' was all I said and I waited for an answer. Malfoys never exposed their love out rightly and much as I wanted to, I was not going to break the tradition.
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Remus' POV
Hell - I spent years avoiding meetings with Lucius and I just had to run into him today. I wish I never ever thought it was a fine day for shopping in Diagon Alley. Damn Pendragon Wood - he was the one who suggested buying a book to read and improve my defense techniques.
Oh and he's going to get a thrashing from me when I get hold of that old school friend of mine!!!
I wish I never ever was even born. I avoided Lucius just precisely because I knew that if I ever laid eyes on him again, I'd never want to let go and resume my normal life. I'd go to all ends to just be with him, stay close to him and never part with him. Sounds mushy alright but it's true. I knew that if I ever heard that deep, silky voice which caressed every part of my soul, I'd give up all the determination I'd built over the years.
And now I see him, standing right in front of me, his hands grabbing hold of my forearms and holding me hard against the table.
I feel the old shopkeeper - amazed that the famous Lucius Malfoy would step into his store and grab hold of his customer.
And I feel Lucius' passion - still the same even though we've both aged for eighteen years. He's thirty-five this year and I think I read in the newspaper before that he's got a son. And I'm thirty-two, just four days shy of my thirty-second birthday. His passion is still the same but I have to push him away - his marriage is what is important for him, not me.
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Lucius' POV
He's still much smaller than I am. My precious little Gryffindor. My darling werewolf. My first and only true lover - not the schoolboy midnight flings I had with other pureblood girls. Remus stands before me, I can sense he is thinking quickly. But about what?
Is he going to reject me? Or is he going to make polite speech and leave? Perhaps he intends to leave without even saying anything? Has he got a lover?
He is as beautiful as a fragile little vase. My heart aches silently as I absently see a few white streaks in his once golden hair. His face is even thinner and pale then I remembered in our brief yet deep relationship. But his eyes are the same - hazel-brown. I always felt like shouting at Narcissa whenever she maliciously tried to entice me to her bed - I always wanted to tell her that as beautiful as she may think she is, she was nothing compared to Remus.
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Remus' POV
He is as handsome a man as ever. His hair - how many times had I run my fingers through the luxuriant platinum-blonde hair when we had kissed? His eyes were as sharp as ever, narrowing slightly, fixed intently on his prey - me. What did he want from me?
I know he still attracts me but I have to reject him.
And I will.
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'Thank you for the recommendation, if you don't mind, I must be on my way,' Remus coolly brushed away Lucius' obvious pick-up line. Remus was hurting inside, from his own cruelty to Lucius, but he smiled neutrally on the outside, to persuade Lucius to think that he really meant what he said. Remus avoided Lucius' eyes. Lucius would always be able to read his eyes.
Lucius could feel the pain rise through his body but he arrogantly stopped Remus by placing a firm hand on Remus' shoulder and squeezing slightly, so that it hurt, all the while forcing the pain to mute itself.
'How about a drink, afterall it's not everyday we get to meet each other?' Lucius insisted on holding Remus back. If he did not hold the smaller man back, Lucius was sure that he would never get to see Remus again. He wanted a chance to salvage the long-buried relationship. He wanted the werewolf to know that he did love him. But would it be too late?
Remus contemplated.
'No, thanks. I've arranged to meet my boyfriend, if you don't mind, Mr. Malfoy,' Remus prided himself on his quick wit this time round and was confident of being able to shake off Lucius Malfoy. Sure enough, Lucius was not fast enough to hide the stunned glaze in his eyes before the famous Malfoy emotionless face came up again.
Remus turned to leave.
He gasped in slight pain as strong fingers gripped his wrist and yanked him back forcefully - Lucius Malfoy was not going to play nicely and gently now. Lucius' heart leapt a bit when he felt, under the rough fabric, a distinct coolness and hardness of metal. The boy still wore his silver band - there was hope afterall! Lucius raised his eyes to meet the werewolf's.
'Forgive me but I have to,' he murmured and released his grip on the wrist, moving his hand upwards and exposing a pale wrist which hadn't seen sunlight for a long time. But despite the paleness, the triumphant glittering of silver in light was seen. Lucius ignored Remus' obvious discomfort and pulled the wrist closer for inspection.
Lucius heard Remus' sharp intake of breath as Lucius' fingers brushed carelessly against the werewolf's skin.
Lucius smiled slightly when he saw his name, still carved on the metal, shining defiantly in the light.
'Let-me-go,' Remus twisted and turned his own wrist in a bid to get it out of Lucius' grip.
'Oh?' Lucius brushed off his feeble attempts by a renewed strength. 'I still need to see one last thing,'
Lucius pulled the sleeve further and saw the same scar he questioned Remus about eighteen years ago. With slender fingers, Lucius traced the scar and caressed it with great subtlety. Lucius was satisfied and he let go of the wrist. He watched as Remus pulled back his wrist and cradled it like Lucius' touch had burned him badly - which was true.
The very moment Lucius touched Remus with his bare hands, they both were aware that nothing had changed between them since eighteen years ago.
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FLASHBACK
'Why not simply use a healing spell?' Remus vaguely wondered if Malfoy was testing his magic.
'I want it to leave a scar,' Remus' reply made Lucius arch his eyebrows gracefully.
'And why is that, my little Gryffindor?' Lucius suddenly pulled Remus even closer. Fearing a repeat of what happened the last time, Remus flinched and attempted struggling out of the iron grip but Lucius was stronger and Remus found Lucius' scent oddly comforting.
'My little Gryffindor,' Lucius slurred the pet name and stared straight into Remus' eyes.
Once again, Remus was drawn to the beautiful grey eyes and he could not hold back the honest reply.
'Because I like you and I know that you will never like me back. It'll be the only thing I can remember you with,' Remus blurted out before he realised what he had just admitted and gasped in horror. His instinct told him to flee from this horribly embarrassing situation and simply forget it but he could not move under Lucius' grasp.
He could only avoid staring back at the older boy as the seconds ticked by.
Finally, Lucius gave a sharp intake of breath and whispered very slowly, so that the words were clearly articulated.
'That is the one thing about Gryffindors I detest - you always assume. What if I told you that you assumed wrongly?' Lucius Malfoy dipped his head slightly so that his warm breath was just next to Remus' cheek.
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PRESENT
Lucius inhaled deeply and very gently slid one arm around Remus' waist. He felt the other man jerk under his grasp and shudder at the close contact. 'Why haven't you gotten rid of the scar?' Lucius asked, a small smile playing upon his lips as he locked his grey eyes with Remus'.
For the third time in his life, Remus felt as though he'd lost all control over himself. Lucius just had the ability to make him feel helpless and transparent in front of Lucius. All that seemed to matter to Remus was the fact that he was facing Lucius Malfoy - the one man he always loved all these years but never dared to face. Lucius was beautiful.
Lucius had looking beautiful years back and now, his gracefulness and arrogance was unchanged. He still smirked often. He was as physically imposing and intimidating as ever. Tall, proud and beautiful, Lucius was perfect in every sense. Literally every.
'I love you,' Remus was momentarily stunned by his own confession and looked horror-struck at Lucius Malfoy, as if willing him to have forgotten that confession. Oh shit, he had done it again - confessed of his love to Lucius Malfoy yet again. This was real terrible, Remus felt a slight pink flush creep up his pale face as he lowered his gaze such that he was simply staring at the floor.
'My little Gryffindor,' no-one had called Remus that for years and listening to Lucius Malfoy pronounce it like it was heaven's nectar made him shiver. Years might have passed, things might have changed but Remus still leaned in voluntarily into Lucius' light stroking of his hair. The pale fingers brushed through the golden strands of hair again and again.
'Do you think I'd forgotten you all these years?' Lucius was gently steering Remus out of the shop and into an alley.
Remus nodded.
Lucius merely smiled sadly and drew back his own sleeve, an identical silver band was there, clasping fast onto Lucius' pale wrist. And further up on the arm was the Dark Mark.
'I never once forgot you. I feared you had found another lover - that's why I never attempted locating you. You'll fear Narcissa's wrath if I found you again. But if you are willing to take certain risks, I'd still want you as my little Gryffindor and lover,'
Lucius stared intently at Remus. There was silence.
'I have to go. If you ever - ever change your mind, Narcissa is not going to be home for another week or so - just Floo into Malfoy Manor,' Lucius paused then added.
'I'll be waiting - but not forever,'
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2 days later
Lucius waved a hand to dismiss the house elf who had just came and reported that 'Master Severus sends his thanks, sir'. Lucius vaguely wondered if Severus would have a fit if he heard that Lucius had met with Remus again and it had let to rather unexpected discoveries of old ties.
He did a bit of simple wandless magic and shut his door to block out sounds of Draco screaming in one of his temper tantrums again - how un-Malfoylike - Lucius winced a bit at the idea of the boy being his and Narcissa's child. Devil's spawn, Lucius inwardly termed Draco as that as he began reading a Potions text that Severus Snape had recommended.
He was at the page of Invisible Yet Fatal Poisons when he sensed himself being watched and then heard the sound of tiny feet pattering up the stairs and he raised his eyes.
He arched an aristocratic eyebrow at the intruder just as his chief house elf appeared, slightly panting, and started apologising, 'Tinsel is sorry, sir. Tinsel was trying to stop young Master Draco from breaking sir's antique vase in the sitting room, sir. I is never see this Master - Master . . .,'
'Master Remus, Tinsel. Do not dispel with the niceties ever though he may not have reported his arrival. Now, be off with you,' Lucius curtly told the elf before rolling his eyes in exasperation - how come all house elves had such poor English?
Lucius made sure the elf was gone before he magically locked the door and stood up to face Remus Lupin.
'You came,' he murmured softly as he approached the younger man, inhaling the scent of crushed rose petals upon his ex-lover.
'Because I never stopped loving you,' Remus managed to reply before Lucius fiercely drew Remus towards him and slipped a silk-covered arm around Remus' waist. He felt the younger man tense slightly then relax in his arms before he dipped his head slightly and captured the younger man's lips in a passionate and possessive kiss.
'Tell me, how does it feel like when I kiss you like this?' Lucius demonstrated his point clearly with a domineering kiss, devouring Remus. He felt the younger man shudder and press even closer to him while Remus whimpered softly against his chest.
'Owned - branded - yours,' the answer made Lucius smile lovingly as he kissed Remus again, this time, there was no teasing or playing involved.
Lucius kissed Remus lightly, however light the kiss was, Remus could feel years of need and love in it and he kissed Lucius back. The slender arms that laced themselves around Lucius' neck and the fragile little body pressed helplessly against the older man's chest was a reminder of what it was like eighteen years ago.
Lucius gently swept Remus off his feet and lifted the younger man onto the table where they broke the kiss.
Looking into each other's eyes and belonging only to each other, they both smiled.
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This is the ending. I hope you guys loved the story - it was my first try at self-writing a slash fic. I'm starting another fic with Lucius in it. It's entitled 'Kite'. A story about two romances of two different generations and their different endings. It will be eventual Lucius/ Harry slash unless I twist the story somehow in the middle.
Alrite, till then, take care and thanks for reviewing throughout.
I'll add another chapter to reply to all the reviews personally.
Ice And Fire Vanessa
Lucius' POV
I don't believe I've found him again. It was purely fate that I met him there. I was about to leave after getting the Potions ingredients for Severus when I recalled a certain book title I'd spotted in Bellatrix Lestrange's personal library years ago and decided to see if I could get it for a read. And then, I ran into him. I heard him - ever the polite little Gryffindor. I literally stopped dead in my tracks and entered the store. I expected myself to be badly disappointed but I wasn't.
Remus was really in the shop.
I struggled for words to convey my love which still burned me like iron.
'I'd recommend that book, even though personally, I feel that Knockturn Alley has more comprehensive ones,' was all I said and I waited for an answer. Malfoys never exposed their love out rightly and much as I wanted to, I was not going to break the tradition.
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Remus' POV
Hell - I spent years avoiding meetings with Lucius and I just had to run into him today. I wish I never ever thought it was a fine day for shopping in Diagon Alley. Damn Pendragon Wood - he was the one who suggested buying a book to read and improve my defense techniques.
Oh and he's going to get a thrashing from me when I get hold of that old school friend of mine!!!
I wish I never ever was even born. I avoided Lucius just precisely because I knew that if I ever laid eyes on him again, I'd never want to let go and resume my normal life. I'd go to all ends to just be with him, stay close to him and never part with him. Sounds mushy alright but it's true. I knew that if I ever heard that deep, silky voice which caressed every part of my soul, I'd give up all the determination I'd built over the years.
And now I see him, standing right in front of me, his hands grabbing hold of my forearms and holding me hard against the table.
I feel the old shopkeeper - amazed that the famous Lucius Malfoy would step into his store and grab hold of his customer.
And I feel Lucius' passion - still the same even though we've both aged for eighteen years. He's thirty-five this year and I think I read in the newspaper before that he's got a son. And I'm thirty-two, just four days shy of my thirty-second birthday. His passion is still the same but I have to push him away - his marriage is what is important for him, not me.
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Lucius' POV
He's still much smaller than I am. My precious little Gryffindor. My darling werewolf. My first and only true lover - not the schoolboy midnight flings I had with other pureblood girls. Remus stands before me, I can sense he is thinking quickly. But about what?
Is he going to reject me? Or is he going to make polite speech and leave? Perhaps he intends to leave without even saying anything? Has he got a lover?
He is as beautiful as a fragile little vase. My heart aches silently as I absently see a few white streaks in his once golden hair. His face is even thinner and pale then I remembered in our brief yet deep relationship. But his eyes are the same - hazel-brown. I always felt like shouting at Narcissa whenever she maliciously tried to entice me to her bed - I always wanted to tell her that as beautiful as she may think she is, she was nothing compared to Remus.
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Remus' POV
He is as handsome a man as ever. His hair - how many times had I run my fingers through the luxuriant platinum-blonde hair when we had kissed? His eyes were as sharp as ever, narrowing slightly, fixed intently on his prey - me. What did he want from me?
I know he still attracts me but I have to reject him.
And I will.
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'Thank you for the recommendation, if you don't mind, I must be on my way,' Remus coolly brushed away Lucius' obvious pick-up line. Remus was hurting inside, from his own cruelty to Lucius, but he smiled neutrally on the outside, to persuade Lucius to think that he really meant what he said. Remus avoided Lucius' eyes. Lucius would always be able to read his eyes.
Lucius could feel the pain rise through his body but he arrogantly stopped Remus by placing a firm hand on Remus' shoulder and squeezing slightly, so that it hurt, all the while forcing the pain to mute itself.
'How about a drink, afterall it's not everyday we get to meet each other?' Lucius insisted on holding Remus back. If he did not hold the smaller man back, Lucius was sure that he would never get to see Remus again. He wanted a chance to salvage the long-buried relationship. He wanted the werewolf to know that he did love him. But would it be too late?
Remus contemplated.
'No, thanks. I've arranged to meet my boyfriend, if you don't mind, Mr. Malfoy,' Remus prided himself on his quick wit this time round and was confident of being able to shake off Lucius Malfoy. Sure enough, Lucius was not fast enough to hide the stunned glaze in his eyes before the famous Malfoy emotionless face came up again.
Remus turned to leave.
He gasped in slight pain as strong fingers gripped his wrist and yanked him back forcefully - Lucius Malfoy was not going to play nicely and gently now. Lucius' heart leapt a bit when he felt, under the rough fabric, a distinct coolness and hardness of metal. The boy still wore his silver band - there was hope afterall! Lucius raised his eyes to meet the werewolf's.
'Forgive me but I have to,' he murmured and released his grip on the wrist, moving his hand upwards and exposing a pale wrist which hadn't seen sunlight for a long time. But despite the paleness, the triumphant glittering of silver in light was seen. Lucius ignored Remus' obvious discomfort and pulled the wrist closer for inspection.
Lucius heard Remus' sharp intake of breath as Lucius' fingers brushed carelessly against the werewolf's skin.
Lucius smiled slightly when he saw his name, still carved on the metal, shining defiantly in the light.
'Let-me-go,' Remus twisted and turned his own wrist in a bid to get it out of Lucius' grip.
'Oh?' Lucius brushed off his feeble attempts by a renewed strength. 'I still need to see one last thing,'
Lucius pulled the sleeve further and saw the same scar he questioned Remus about eighteen years ago. With slender fingers, Lucius traced the scar and caressed it with great subtlety. Lucius was satisfied and he let go of the wrist. He watched as Remus pulled back his wrist and cradled it like Lucius' touch had burned him badly - which was true.
The very moment Lucius touched Remus with his bare hands, they both were aware that nothing had changed between them since eighteen years ago.
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FLASHBACK
'Why not simply use a healing spell?' Remus vaguely wondered if Malfoy was testing his magic.
'I want it to leave a scar,' Remus' reply made Lucius arch his eyebrows gracefully.
'And why is that, my little Gryffindor?' Lucius suddenly pulled Remus even closer. Fearing a repeat of what happened the last time, Remus flinched and attempted struggling out of the iron grip but Lucius was stronger and Remus found Lucius' scent oddly comforting.
'My little Gryffindor,' Lucius slurred the pet name and stared straight into Remus' eyes.
Once again, Remus was drawn to the beautiful grey eyes and he could not hold back the honest reply.
'Because I like you and I know that you will never like me back. It'll be the only thing I can remember you with,' Remus blurted out before he realised what he had just admitted and gasped in horror. His instinct told him to flee from this horribly embarrassing situation and simply forget it but he could not move under Lucius' grasp.
He could only avoid staring back at the older boy as the seconds ticked by.
Finally, Lucius gave a sharp intake of breath and whispered very slowly, so that the words were clearly articulated.
'That is the one thing about Gryffindors I detest - you always assume. What if I told you that you assumed wrongly?' Lucius Malfoy dipped his head slightly so that his warm breath was just next to Remus' cheek.
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PRESENT
Lucius inhaled deeply and very gently slid one arm around Remus' waist. He felt the other man jerk under his grasp and shudder at the close contact. 'Why haven't you gotten rid of the scar?' Lucius asked, a small smile playing upon his lips as he locked his grey eyes with Remus'.
For the third time in his life, Remus felt as though he'd lost all control over himself. Lucius just had the ability to make him feel helpless and transparent in front of Lucius. All that seemed to matter to Remus was the fact that he was facing Lucius Malfoy - the one man he always loved all these years but never dared to face. Lucius was beautiful.
Lucius had looking beautiful years back and now, his gracefulness and arrogance was unchanged. He still smirked often. He was as physically imposing and intimidating as ever. Tall, proud and beautiful, Lucius was perfect in every sense. Literally every.
'I love you,' Remus was momentarily stunned by his own confession and looked horror-struck at Lucius Malfoy, as if willing him to have forgotten that confession. Oh shit, he had done it again - confessed of his love to Lucius Malfoy yet again. This was real terrible, Remus felt a slight pink flush creep up his pale face as he lowered his gaze such that he was simply staring at the floor.
'My little Gryffindor,' no-one had called Remus that for years and listening to Lucius Malfoy pronounce it like it was heaven's nectar made him shiver. Years might have passed, things might have changed but Remus still leaned in voluntarily into Lucius' light stroking of his hair. The pale fingers brushed through the golden strands of hair again and again.
'Do you think I'd forgotten you all these years?' Lucius was gently steering Remus out of the shop and into an alley.
Remus nodded.
Lucius merely smiled sadly and drew back his own sleeve, an identical silver band was there, clasping fast onto Lucius' pale wrist. And further up on the arm was the Dark Mark.
'I never once forgot you. I feared you had found another lover - that's why I never attempted locating you. You'll fear Narcissa's wrath if I found you again. But if you are willing to take certain risks, I'd still want you as my little Gryffindor and lover,'
Lucius stared intently at Remus. There was silence.
'I have to go. If you ever - ever change your mind, Narcissa is not going to be home for another week or so - just Floo into Malfoy Manor,' Lucius paused then added.
'I'll be waiting - but not forever,'
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2 days later
Lucius waved a hand to dismiss the house elf who had just came and reported that 'Master Severus sends his thanks, sir'. Lucius vaguely wondered if Severus would have a fit if he heard that Lucius had met with Remus again and it had let to rather unexpected discoveries of old ties.
He did a bit of simple wandless magic and shut his door to block out sounds of Draco screaming in one of his temper tantrums again - how un-Malfoylike - Lucius winced a bit at the idea of the boy being his and Narcissa's child. Devil's spawn, Lucius inwardly termed Draco as that as he began reading a Potions text that Severus Snape had recommended.
He was at the page of Invisible Yet Fatal Poisons when he sensed himself being watched and then heard the sound of tiny feet pattering up the stairs and he raised his eyes.
He arched an aristocratic eyebrow at the intruder just as his chief house elf appeared, slightly panting, and started apologising, 'Tinsel is sorry, sir. Tinsel was trying to stop young Master Draco from breaking sir's antique vase in the sitting room, sir. I is never see this Master - Master . . .,'
'Master Remus, Tinsel. Do not dispel with the niceties ever though he may not have reported his arrival. Now, be off with you,' Lucius curtly told the elf before rolling his eyes in exasperation - how come all house elves had such poor English?
Lucius made sure the elf was gone before he magically locked the door and stood up to face Remus Lupin.
'You came,' he murmured softly as he approached the younger man, inhaling the scent of crushed rose petals upon his ex-lover.
'Because I never stopped loving you,' Remus managed to reply before Lucius fiercely drew Remus towards him and slipped a silk-covered arm around Remus' waist. He felt the younger man tense slightly then relax in his arms before he dipped his head slightly and captured the younger man's lips in a passionate and possessive kiss.
'Tell me, how does it feel like when I kiss you like this?' Lucius demonstrated his point clearly with a domineering kiss, devouring Remus. He felt the younger man shudder and press even closer to him while Remus whimpered softly against his chest.
'Owned - branded - yours,' the answer made Lucius smile lovingly as he kissed Remus again, this time, there was no teasing or playing involved.
Lucius kissed Remus lightly, however light the kiss was, Remus could feel years of need and love in it and he kissed Lucius back. The slender arms that laced themselves around Lucius' neck and the fragile little body pressed helplessly against the older man's chest was a reminder of what it was like eighteen years ago.
Lucius gently swept Remus off his feet and lifted the younger man onto the table where they broke the kiss.
Looking into each other's eyes and belonging only to each other, they both smiled.
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This is the ending. I hope you guys loved the story - it was my first try at self-writing a slash fic. I'm starting another fic with Lucius in it. It's entitled 'Kite'. A story about two romances of two different generations and their different endings. It will be eventual Lucius/ Harry slash unless I twist the story somehow in the middle.
Alrite, till then, take care and thanks for reviewing throughout.
I'll add another chapter to reply to all the reviews personally.
Ice And Fire Vanessa