Title: Ah, Sweet Mystery of Malfoy
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters. If I have one more dream about Jason Isaacs I don't know what I'm going to do! I'm obsessed, I tell ya!
Lucius Malfoy was a man of many talents: manipulation, domination, bird-calling. He was a charming, attractive man; pale of skin, sharp grey eyes, long ash blond hair, and a small scar just below his left buttock from, ahem, experimenting in his youth. Always dressed at the height of fashion, Lucius Malfoy cut an elegant image indeed with his tailored robes, satin-lined cloaks, and matching socks. The serpent headed cane Lucius always carried was his trademark. Suave, cold, impeccable-Lucius Malfoy.
The man had the best of everything, a mansion, a beautiful wife, a son who admired him, and the best cookware this side of Middle Earth. But there was something different about Lucius Malfoy that separated him from other men. A secret that Lucius Malfoy vowed to carry, unspoken, to the grave. Lucius Malfoy wore ladies lingerie.
There was no clear memory of how it had all started. Lucius' childhood and teenage years were a whirlwind of scenarios,some more memorable than others-like the time he and and Crabbe had sold themselves in Hogsmeade for drinking money. His earliest memory of donning delicate underappearal went back to his fifth year at Hogwarts.
Lucius could recall being alone in the boys dorm while the others were at a Quidditch match. Alone with his secret. There, Lucius would preen himself in front of the strangely approving mirror, decked out in white lacey panties and a bra to match. Other times, he would wear a sultry white satin, sleeveless nightgown with a flowing white robe to match. Then, with his long blond hair trailing down his back, Lucius Malfoy would pretend to be a damsel in distress, locked away in a high tower and waiting for a handsome prince to rescue him.
Oh, how Lucius longed for his prince to come to the window, riding astride a Hungarian Horntail! Alas, no amount of dreaming and wishing could summon the prince. Heartbroken, Lucius would change back into his simple black Hogwarts robes and stow away his secret before the other boys walked in. He so wanted to be swept off his feet in his pretty feminine attire. And nothing could beat the thrill of riding one's broom while wearing black satin panties beneath one's uniform. Lucius had tried wearing the white cotton briefs that all good teenage boys wear, but they hadn't felt right. Only when Lucius Malfoy felt the gentle caress of silken bra straps and flower embroidered underpants did he feel whole.
One day, during breakfast-or it might have been in the hall nabbing candy from a crying first year-Lucius had finally discovered his prince. Like so many causal things, it just...happened: A vision of perfection with crooked teeth, a large hooked nose, and longe greasy black hair. Lucius' skinny and gangling knight in shining armor! A sneering, disagreeable Slytherin by the name of Severus Snape!
Entranced, Lucius had rushed over and introduced himself, longing to stroke Snape's hooked nose. Those dark eyes regarded Lucius like black pearls suspended in ice. Snape smelled of onions and cough syrup. It was all Lucius could do to keep himself from seizing Severus Snape, and burying his nose in the boy's oily hair to inhale it's eccentric scent.
The boys became good friends in a short time. Snape was grumpy and hateful, but he seemed to genuinely like Lucius. Sometimes, during potions, Lucius swore that Snape would look at him with longing in those unfriendly black circles of sight. Usually, Lucius attributed this to an overactive imagination on his part, and the stimulation of peach polyester against his crotch.
Years passed and the boys grew into men; their friendship prevailing. Lucius maintained his secret lifestyle of camosals and nylons. He even acquired a wife and produced a son. Men and women feared him. His associates respected him. No one would ever imagine that this dashing and distinguished blond man oftentimes danced about his bedroom draped in shimmery shawls and his wife's diamond jewelery. Severus Snape would certainly never guess that his dear friend led a double life cloaked in pettycoats and vanilla-scented perfume.
One day, when Narcissa and Draco were away visiting relatives, Lucius opened his beloved trunk and stared down at the magnificant treasures it held. Picking up a flowing pink silk dress, Lucius held it against his chest and thought of Severus. Dear Severus, with never a kind word for anyone, always complaining, ever in need of a bath. Today was the day! Lucius could restrain himself no longer. His passionate desires must be realized! Lucius floated to his desk, sat down, and picked up his quill.
Snape was not in the best of moods when he Apparated onto Lucius Malfoy's porch. To be sure, Snape hadn't the slightest inkling why he was in a bad mood. The day had been pleasant enough, but who cared? The damn sun was shining too brightly, and this morning's orange juice could have settled better in his stomach.
A house elf answered the door and told Snape to go upstairs to Lucius's bedroom. Snape's dark eyebrows furrowed.
"The bedroom? Is Lucius ill?"
The house elf looked quite upset by this question, and finally responded by attempting to drown itself in the watering can. Shaking his head, Snape ascended the stairs.
"Severus, is that you," called Lucius from behind the green door.
"Yes. What do you want?"
"Come in. I must show you...something."
With a frown, Snape entered the bedroom and stopped as though hit by an invisible barrier.
Lucius lie on the canopied four poster bed, clad in a long flowing pink silk dress and an equisite ivory shawl dusted with sequins. Rose petals covered the plush white satin comforter. A bottle of champagne and two glasses sat on the dresser.
"Severus!" Lucius sat up, revealing that he also wore Narcissa's beaded hair ornament. "Severus, come and dance with me. Ravage me with your delightfully dirty dong!"
Snape was far too stunned to move as Lucius glided over and swept him across the floor into a waltz. Now, Snape had never waltzed in his life, and he repeatedly tripped over Lucius' flowing gown. Lucius grinned and cupped Snape's ass.
"Oh, how I have longed for this day, my sallow skinned siren!"
"Lucius...release my ass, please."
"Oooooooooh! My panties make life so thrilling!" roared Lucius in his masculine voice. He draped his sequined shawl around Snape and pulled him closer. "My, you are pretty for such an ugly man! Kiss me, you crooked toothed tiger!"
"No!" Severus struggled to get free.
"Kiss me! Grope me! Feel my panties with your hands, you lecherous lampchop!"
"Lucius!"
Both men turned to see the fair Narcissa standing in the doorway.
"Narcissa!" Lucius released the not-so-fair Snape and went over to his wife. "I would oh-so-love for you to shove bon bons up my pretty ass!" he exclaimed, taking Narcissa's hands in his.
"Oh, you silly man! It's sooooooooo sinful!" squeaked Narcissa, giving her husband a peck on the cheek.
Several spectators that day witnessd Severus Snape running out of Malfoy manner, wearing a white shawl, and screaming as though his very soul were in anguish. They merely shook their heads and commented on the eccentricities of Malfoy manor.
When school started, no one was able to explain why Snape went into hysterics when bon bons appeared on the table for dessert.
~FIN~
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters. If I have one more dream about Jason Isaacs I don't know what I'm going to do! I'm obsessed, I tell ya!
Lucius Malfoy was a man of many talents: manipulation, domination, bird-calling. He was a charming, attractive man; pale of skin, sharp grey eyes, long ash blond hair, and a small scar just below his left buttock from, ahem, experimenting in his youth. Always dressed at the height of fashion, Lucius Malfoy cut an elegant image indeed with his tailored robes, satin-lined cloaks, and matching socks. The serpent headed cane Lucius always carried was his trademark. Suave, cold, impeccable-Lucius Malfoy.
The man had the best of everything, a mansion, a beautiful wife, a son who admired him, and the best cookware this side of Middle Earth. But there was something different about Lucius Malfoy that separated him from other men. A secret that Lucius Malfoy vowed to carry, unspoken, to the grave. Lucius Malfoy wore ladies lingerie.
There was no clear memory of how it had all started. Lucius' childhood and teenage years were a whirlwind of scenarios,some more memorable than others-like the time he and and Crabbe had sold themselves in Hogsmeade for drinking money. His earliest memory of donning delicate underappearal went back to his fifth year at Hogwarts.
Lucius could recall being alone in the boys dorm while the others were at a Quidditch match. Alone with his secret. There, Lucius would preen himself in front of the strangely approving mirror, decked out in white lacey panties and a bra to match. Other times, he would wear a sultry white satin, sleeveless nightgown with a flowing white robe to match. Then, with his long blond hair trailing down his back, Lucius Malfoy would pretend to be a damsel in distress, locked away in a high tower and waiting for a handsome prince to rescue him.
Oh, how Lucius longed for his prince to come to the window, riding astride a Hungarian Horntail! Alas, no amount of dreaming and wishing could summon the prince. Heartbroken, Lucius would change back into his simple black Hogwarts robes and stow away his secret before the other boys walked in. He so wanted to be swept off his feet in his pretty feminine attire. And nothing could beat the thrill of riding one's broom while wearing black satin panties beneath one's uniform. Lucius had tried wearing the white cotton briefs that all good teenage boys wear, but they hadn't felt right. Only when Lucius Malfoy felt the gentle caress of silken bra straps and flower embroidered underpants did he feel whole.
One day, during breakfast-or it might have been in the hall nabbing candy from a crying first year-Lucius had finally discovered his prince. Like so many causal things, it just...happened: A vision of perfection with crooked teeth, a large hooked nose, and longe greasy black hair. Lucius' skinny and gangling knight in shining armor! A sneering, disagreeable Slytherin by the name of Severus Snape!
Entranced, Lucius had rushed over and introduced himself, longing to stroke Snape's hooked nose. Those dark eyes regarded Lucius like black pearls suspended in ice. Snape smelled of onions and cough syrup. It was all Lucius could do to keep himself from seizing Severus Snape, and burying his nose in the boy's oily hair to inhale it's eccentric scent.
The boys became good friends in a short time. Snape was grumpy and hateful, but he seemed to genuinely like Lucius. Sometimes, during potions, Lucius swore that Snape would look at him with longing in those unfriendly black circles of sight. Usually, Lucius attributed this to an overactive imagination on his part, and the stimulation of peach polyester against his crotch.
Years passed and the boys grew into men; their friendship prevailing. Lucius maintained his secret lifestyle of camosals and nylons. He even acquired a wife and produced a son. Men and women feared him. His associates respected him. No one would ever imagine that this dashing and distinguished blond man oftentimes danced about his bedroom draped in shimmery shawls and his wife's diamond jewelery. Severus Snape would certainly never guess that his dear friend led a double life cloaked in pettycoats and vanilla-scented perfume.
One day, when Narcissa and Draco were away visiting relatives, Lucius opened his beloved trunk and stared down at the magnificant treasures it held. Picking up a flowing pink silk dress, Lucius held it against his chest and thought of Severus. Dear Severus, with never a kind word for anyone, always complaining, ever in need of a bath. Today was the day! Lucius could restrain himself no longer. His passionate desires must be realized! Lucius floated to his desk, sat down, and picked up his quill.
Snape was not in the best of moods when he Apparated onto Lucius Malfoy's porch. To be sure, Snape hadn't the slightest inkling why he was in a bad mood. The day had been pleasant enough, but who cared? The damn sun was shining too brightly, and this morning's orange juice could have settled better in his stomach.
A house elf answered the door and told Snape to go upstairs to Lucius's bedroom. Snape's dark eyebrows furrowed.
"The bedroom? Is Lucius ill?"
The house elf looked quite upset by this question, and finally responded by attempting to drown itself in the watering can. Shaking his head, Snape ascended the stairs.
"Severus, is that you," called Lucius from behind the green door.
"Yes. What do you want?"
"Come in. I must show you...something."
With a frown, Snape entered the bedroom and stopped as though hit by an invisible barrier.
Lucius lie on the canopied four poster bed, clad in a long flowing pink silk dress and an equisite ivory shawl dusted with sequins. Rose petals covered the plush white satin comforter. A bottle of champagne and two glasses sat on the dresser.
"Severus!" Lucius sat up, revealing that he also wore Narcissa's beaded hair ornament. "Severus, come and dance with me. Ravage me with your delightfully dirty dong!"
Snape was far too stunned to move as Lucius glided over and swept him across the floor into a waltz. Now, Snape had never waltzed in his life, and he repeatedly tripped over Lucius' flowing gown. Lucius grinned and cupped Snape's ass.
"Oh, how I have longed for this day, my sallow skinned siren!"
"Lucius...release my ass, please."
"Oooooooooh! My panties make life so thrilling!" roared Lucius in his masculine voice. He draped his sequined shawl around Snape and pulled him closer. "My, you are pretty for such an ugly man! Kiss me, you crooked toothed tiger!"
"No!" Severus struggled to get free.
"Kiss me! Grope me! Feel my panties with your hands, you lecherous lampchop!"
"Lucius!"
Both men turned to see the fair Narcissa standing in the doorway.
"Narcissa!" Lucius released the not-so-fair Snape and went over to his wife. "I would oh-so-love for you to shove bon bons up my pretty ass!" he exclaimed, taking Narcissa's hands in his.
"Oh, you silly man! It's sooooooooo sinful!" squeaked Narcissa, giving her husband a peck on the cheek.
Several spectators that day witnessd Severus Snape running out of Malfoy manner, wearing a white shawl, and screaming as though his very soul were in anguish. They merely shook their heads and commented on the eccentricities of Malfoy manor.
When school started, no one was able to explain why Snape went into hysterics when bon bons appeared on the table for dessert.
~FIN~