Title: Heart Magic

Author: Saber ShadowKitten

Rating: M, for language, sex, and violence

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, only the plot is.

Status: Complete, 10 chapters

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Lex Luthor

Spoilers: PS-OotP. HBP could have happened, too, but some minor things contradict it, since I wrote this prior to the book coming out.

Note 1: This is a crossover story with Smallville. It takes place during episodes Metamorphosis and Hothead from season 1.

Note 2: This is in response to the virgin!Lex challenge from the virginlex livejoural list. An unedited adult version of this story can be found on my site.

Note 3: This will still have sex in it, similar to what you would read in any Harlequin romance novel. I've changed the language a bit to make it less adult and edited down some of the more blatant Tab A-Into-Slot Bs. The M rating is more than sufficient, considering some of the stuff I see on television lately.

Enjoy!

Lex Luthor pushed back his sleeve, looked at his watch, and scowled. Vicky was over an hour late, and while she was not one for punctuality, she was never this bad. She'd been the person to call him and set a date for his last night in London. He'd been hoping to see her, too.

Shouts rose at the far end of the pub, as soccer fans cheered the players on. The pub was relatively busy with the after work crowd. The television blared the game from its stand above the bar. Lex sat at the opposite end, nursing his third beer. At eighteen and a college Junior, he could hold his alcohol, but he didn't want to be tanked when Vicky arrived. Too much alcohol made him maudlin and he needed to stay sober enough to coax her into bed.

Victoria Hardwick was his last shot to lose his virginity before he returned to the States and his girlfriend. Lex had been with Annabelle for a year and a half and they still hadn't rounded second base. Annabelle wasn't that type of girl. She was nice, sweet, and wholesome, and Lex enjoyed her company, but he was going into his third year of college as a virgin. Lex would've dumped her ages ago if she weren't best friends with Amanda, the girl Lex loved.

But Amanda was in love with Jude Royce and Lex was stuck with playing 'boyfriend of the best friend' in order to remain close to her. And since he wanted to remain on Amanda's good side, he didn't push Annabelle into satisfying his needs, nor did he look for sex elsewhere in Metropolis, where word could get back to her or Amanda.

Which was why he wanted to see Vicky. His dad had forced him on a business trip to London on behalf of LuthorCorp, his summer employer, and it gave him the opportunity to get rid of his pesky virginity. It was difficult enough being a Luthor and attending Metropolis University, especially looking like he did, without the added disgrace of still being a virgin at his age. Vicky would hopefully cure that problem. She'd slept with everyone else in their group of friends from boarding school, so why not him? She wasn't one to blab of her conquests, either, so neither Amanda nor Annabelle would ever know, but he would, and he also wouldn't have to lie about it to other guys anymore. It was a win-win situation.

If Vicky ever showed.

The soccer fans started cursing and yelling at the television, increasing the noise in the pub. Lex glanced at the screen, but didn't understand enough about soccer to know why they were unhappy. He took a draught of his beer and turned the other way to look past the tables and out the smoke-colored glass window.

A person appeared suddenly around the curve at the end of the bar, startling Lex. He hadn't seen anyone approach. One moment the space was empty, the next a guy was standing there, wearing the strangest clothes. It looked like black priests robes, complete with hood. The hood was pulled up, shadowing pale, pointed features.

Lex watched as the guy pointed a brown stick at the bar. Lex saw his mouth move, but the noise in the pub prevented him from hearing what was said. It didn't matter, because light shot from the tip of the stick and lit fire to the bar.

"Fire! Fire!" the guy shouted inexplicably. "Run! Fire!"

Flames erupted on the surface of the bar, climbing high in an instant. The fire roared down the bar, licking the glasses dangling from the overhead rack, burning everything in its path. Glasses exploded, alcohol fueling the fire. Heat scorched Lex's skin as he reared back, lost his balance, and fell off the stool. He slammed to the hard floor, knocking the wind out of him and bruising his skull.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!" the guy continued shouting. Panic spread quickly. Patrons ran for the doors, shoving the tables and each other. Cries and yells of fear competed with the crackling roar of the flames.

Lex pushed himself unsteadily to his feet, coughing from the heavy smoke spreading throughout the room. Sparks jumped from the bar and set the stools alight. Lex's sleeve caught fire, and he yelped and smacked his hand over the burning material, extinguishing the flames. He coughed harder as he inhaled more smoke, bending double and staggering in the direction of the door.

Someone crashed into him, knocking him off balance, and he stumbled into someone else. They both started to go over, but whomever he ran into regained his footing and caught Lex, too.

"Get out of here," was growled urgently in his ear, as he was steadied on his feet. Lex turned. It was the guy who'd set the fire.

Eyes the color of a stormy sky met his gaze and a different kind of fire sparked in Lex's belly. Heat spread swiftly up into his chest and down through his groin. His breath hitched. His palms started sweating.

The guy looked equally affected, as he stared into Lex's eyes. He licked his lips. His hand tightened on Lex's arm where he gripped it.

Shattering glass startled them both, jerking them out of their daze. Panic infused the guy's features. He pointed the stick in his hand at Lex. "Stupefy!"

Lex saw a flash of red come out of the tip of the stick and hit him in the chest.

The world went dark.

Draco Malfoy swore, caught the unconscious muggle with the gorgeous blue eyes, and dragged him quickly away from the fire. He didn't have time for this. The other Death Eaters would be at the pub—

—Right now.

Draco dropped the bald guy and disapparated with a pop the instant he saw a black-robed figure appear. He apparated to a safe spot long enough to draw on his bone-colored mask and then apparated back to the pub.

"Avada kedavra!" Draco cast at a muggle's back, immediately joining in the melee. Seven other Death Eaters, in hooded robes and masks, struck down the remaining muggles as they fled out the door. The fire Draco had caused engulfed the entire bar area of the pub. Smoke rolled thickly, making it hard to see. He coughed, his lungs burning when he inhaled.

His fellow Death Eaters were overcome by the smoke, as well. One of them signaled retreat and they began disapparating. Draco spared a glance at the unconscious form of the person he'd stupefied. He hoped help arrived before the muggle burned to death. Granted, it was just a muggle, but there was something about him…

Draco left the pub and appeared with the others at Lord Voldemort's current base. Coughing unattractively, he fell in beside the others and entered the main gathering hall. The house they were in appeared rickety on the outside, but inside rivaled Malfoy manor in space and grandeur. Lord Voldemort sat on a throne on a raised dais, Nagini spread at his feet, waiting the return of his Death Eaters.

The masks prevented the Death Eaters from recognizing each other, but Draco knew Lord Voldemort had no trouble identifying them all. Concentrating on the wall above Lord Voldemort's head, he carefully built blocks around his thoughts. If Lord Voldemort used legilimency on him, he'd see Draco receiving instructions with the others and then Draco apparating to a pub already on fire.

After bowing, the one who'd signaled retreat stepped forward. His voice sounded raw from the smoke inhalation. "My Lord, we have been partially successful in our mission. Muggles have died at our wands. However, many had escaped before we arrived. A fire at the pub had caused evacuation and, at most, ten were killed."

Another small group of Death Eaters filed in beside Draco. One of them stepped forward and bowed. "My Lord, Aurors apparated into the hotel moments after we arrived. We succeeded in taking down at least three of them and many muggles before our reduction in numbers forced us to return."

A third group of Death Eaters entered the main gathering hall. One stepped forward and bowed. Lord Voldemort held up his hand. "You have returned to report failure at your assignment."

"Yes, My Lord," the Death Eater said warily. "The young persons… club… was empty. Not a single muggle in sight."

"It seems the traitor in our midst has been busy." Lord Voldemort looked displeased, as another group of Death Eaters entered. "My question would be how he accomplished such a feat."

Draco's inner pocket burned. He continued to stare at the wall. The Death Eaters did not voice their opinion on how it might be done. No one wanted to be branded a traitor by making a suggestion.

Lord Voldemort made a dismissive gesture. "Leave."

Draco and the others obeyed. Lord Voldemort beckoned for Wormtail and instructed him to take the reports at the door, for he did not wish to be disturbed. The Death Eaters dispersed, returning to their homes to await Lord Voldemort's next call.

Draco apparated to his flat, shed his mask and robes, and hid the self-inking quill and transfer parchment in its usual secret spot. He'd been lucky to be in the room when the strike locations had been picked, thereby giving him a chance to warn his contact on the other side. Voluminous robes weren't the most comfortable, but conveniently hid a person writing beneath the material. (A Quick quill would've kept his hands free, but the stiffness of the quill made it hard to hide.) Whatever Draco had written on the parchment had appeared on another parchment in Moody's possession. He'd starred the group location he'd been in, leaving it up to him to prevent a slaughter at the pub.

It was one part of the job that he disliked, saving muggles at peril to his own life, but he had pledged to do everything possible in order for Lord Voldemort to be taken down and that included protecting those lesser than him to the best of his ability.

Drawing on a pair of pressed muggle trousers, a pale blue oxford shirt, and a baseball cap to hide his hair, Draco stuffed his feet in trainers and apparated to the street across from the pub.

Muggle fire trucks and emergency vehicles blocked the road. The local constabulary held gawkers at bay. Draco pushed as close as he could to a barricade and searched the scene. The fire had been extinguished. Ambulance workers rushed in an out of the building, helping up scraped, dirty patrons, giving them breathing apparatus. A few muggles wearing suits took notes on pads, entering and leaving the pub.

Draco made his way through the crowds surrounding the scene until he managed to get closer to the door. He slipped his wand into his hand and tapped it against his head with a silently spoken cast of the chameleon incantation. A trickling sensation spread from the top of his head down his body, as the spell worked. He glanced around quickly to see who'd noticed his casting. A fast obliviate to those closest to him and he ducked under the barricade.

Blending into his surroundings, he moved swiftly, but carefully, past the suits and fire fighters. As long as he didn't attract direct attention, the muggles would overlook his presence because of the spell.

Draco peeked inside the ambulances, looking for the muggle he'd stunned. If he were already gone, he'd have to start checking area hospitals. The muggle would return to consciousness in less than two hours, but Draco couldn't chance a story about a man with a wand causing the fire, especially since Blue Eyes had seen Draco's face. The wizarding world monitored the muggle press for just such stories, especially with the war, and if the information fell into the wrong hands…

Paramedics carried out the bald muggle on a stretcher at that moment, and Draco hurried to follow them. He climbed into the back of the ambulance before they lifted and pushed the stretcher inside, cramming himself into a corner. One other paramedic got into the back; the other closed the doors.

"Confundus," Draco cast on the paramedic in the vehicle. The paramedic wobbled and plopped onto the bench seat beside the stretcher. A confused expression wrinkled his face.

Draco heard the driver door of the vehicle open and he swiftly aimed his wand at the bald muggle. "Ennervate."

Blue Eyes arched and awoke with a gasp into the breathing mask over his face. Draco stilled, as the paramedic snapped out of his confused state and began doing his job. Charms had never been Draco's strongpoint and he cursed mentally that he'd have to wait. The ambulance was underway.

The hospital was probably a better place to erase someone's memory, Draco supposed. He wished he could've done it while the muggle was unconscious, but for reasons involving brain activity and other things he couldn't remember from Flitwitck's class, the person had to be conscious in order for the spell to work. With Blue Eyes awake, they'd shuffle him off into a waiting area, at which time Draco could lure him into private and do the job correctly. There'd be less chance of Draco screwing up the charm, or having to charm more witnesses, if he waited.

"Try and stay calm, and breathe normally," the paramedic instructed Blue Eyes. "You've been in a fire and inhaled a lot of smoke. We're taking you to the hospital right now."

Blue Eyes indicated with a slight nod that he understood and lay still on the stretcher. Draco was impressed by the lack of panic. Muggles were a skittish lot, from what he'd seen through his encounters with them over the summer. His crash course in Muggle Studies had prepared Draco to blend in if necessary, not understand them.

The trip to the hospital was short. Draco followed the paramedics as they wheeled Blue Eyes into the sterile hospital. The nurses gave Blue Eyes a perfunctory exam and directed him to a bed in a crowded, open wing. There, the paramedics left him with an oxygen mask and sooty clothes.

Draco cut to the side of the bed and drew the curtain swiftly. Blue Eyes, who'd been lying on the cranked bed, jolted upright. He began coughing hard. Removing the mask, he grabbed a plastic kidney dish from a side table and spluttered into it.

Draco waited until he stopped hacking to speak. "All right, then?"

Blue Eyes focused on him, piercing the camouflage spell. "You."

Draco backed into the privacy curtain as a shiver slithered down his spine. The muggle had such gorgeous, intense blue eyes. Draco felt like he was falling into a summer sky. His hands tingled. His licked his dry lips.

Blue Eyes dipped to look at his mouth before returning his heady focus to Draco's gaze. He inhaled a raggedy breath and started coughing again. The connection broke, and Draco nearly staggered at the loss.

Shaking off the disquieting feeling, Draco moved closer to the bed and palmed his wand. Blue Eyes caught the action and his face flashed briefly in panic before smoothing over in a mask. Draco was impressed a second time.

"You caused the fire and then knocked me out with that stick," Blue Eyes said. "Do you mind telling me how?"

"By magic. I'm a wizard." Draco went with the truth, since he was so impressed. Besides which, he'd be obliviating Blue Eyes's memories, anyway.

"I take it that's your wand?" Blue Eyes said with a skeptical drawl.

"Yes."

A corner of Blue Eyes's mouth quirked. "It's not all that big."

"It's not the size, but how you use it," Draco completed the innuendo with a smirk of his own.

"Let's see, then," Blue Eyes said, his voice dropping seductively. "Show me how a wizard uses his wand."

Draco's nostrils flared and his jeans grew tight in swift arousal. The tingle in his hands returned. He raised his wand. "Scourgify."

The soot vanished from Blue Eyes's skin and clothes. Blue Eyes didn't seem to notice, or care, as he leaned towards Draco, intent and desire flaming in those summer sky irises. Draco's wand fell onto the bed, and he grabbed the lapel of Blue Eyes's spell-cleaned, lavender shirt and crushed their mouths together.

Sweet Morgana.

Lex felt hot all over, burning from the inside out. He knocked the hat off the guy's head, gripped his hair, and held him in the kiss. Lex was consumed by the hard mouth and sharp tongue pressing, darting, and rasping against his own. He'd never been as aroused as he was at that very moment, not even when he'd watched Kurt and Eileen have sex in front of him on a dare. And he didn't even know Wizard-boy's name.

"What am I doing?" Wizard-boy pulled away far enough to mutter. "I can't do this." He dove back into the kiss.

Lex lay back, taking Wizard-boy with him. The weight of Wizard-boy on top of Lex drove him crazy. His hands roamed over Wizard-boy's neck, shoulders, back and arms, and clutched his hair, while kissing him madly. It was insane. He felt totally out-of-control. He couldn't get enough.

Wizard-boy broke off suddenly, pushing up and sucking in a huge gulp of air. Lex was pretty breathless himself and he fought the tickle of an oncoming cough. He stared into mesmerizing gray eyes framed by wild strands of white-blonde hair. Wizard-boy's pointed features were splotched pink with arousal.

"Bloody hell, you're gorgeous," Wizard-boy said raggedly. He shook his head hard, as if trying to dislodge something. "I can't do this. I need to get out of here."

"No!" Lex burst and then started coughing. Wizard-boy climbed off and picked up his stick. Lex grabbed his arm, shaking his head fiercely, speaking between coughs. "No… don't…"

"I have to, and I have to obliviate you. I can't chance you'd tell someone about me."

"I… won't." Lex pressed his lips together and suppressed his coughing. He blinked his watering eyes and cursed silently. Wizard nonsense or not, he didn't want Wizard-boy to disappear.

Wizard-boy muttered several pungent swear words and crushed his lips to Lex's again. He jerked back before Lex could respond and aimed his stick at Lex. "This won't hurt you."

"You're wrong." Whatever Wizard-boy was going to do, the mere thought of his leaving made Lex ache. "Don't go."

"I don't have a choice." Wizard-boy smiled bitterly. "Good—"

The curtain flew open, causing them both to jump. Wizard-boy whipped his stick around at the perpetrator and then, equally as fast, hid it behind his back. A stern-looking matron in nursing whites eyed them suspiciously. "The doctor will be here momentarily. I need to take down information on the patient."

Wizard-boy nodded perfunctorily. "I shall leave you to do your job, then."

"No, wait—" Lex grabbed Wizard-boy's arm again, stopping him from leaving. He looked at the nurse. "Do you have a pen I can use?"

The nurse frowned, but handed over her pen. Lex clicked the tip and searched for something to write on. "I'm staying at the Mayfair. My flight isn't until tomorrow." The nurse didn't appear inclined to give him paper, so Lex pulled Wizard-boy's arm closer and began writing his name, home address and phone number on the sleeve of his shirt, just in case. He could see a dark splotch beneath the taut material of the pale blue shirt as he wrote. "Come by the hotel tonight."

Wizard-boy's lips curved on one side. "All right. I will…," he glanced at his arm, "…Lex."

Lex grinned. "I'll see you later, then."

"Yes." Wizard-boy grabbed his hat, gave Lex a quick, hard kiss on the mouth, and met his eyes with an intense, hungry stare. "I'll look forward to it."

The heat that had waned in Lex flared to life again. With anticipation for later humming in his loins, he watched Wizard-boy walk away, until he was completely out of sight.

He never showed at the hotel. And Lex never knew his name.

-tbc

Author's Note: I will be posting chapters to this story approximately every other day. The story itself is complete, I'm simply taking my time in putting it up on FFN. This is an edited version of the story for rating reasons.