Title: Twins
Author: Kiarene
Pairings: none yet
Rating: G
Summary: The Malfoy twins start Hogwarts. Totally AU. Protective!Lucius and sweet!Draco.
Published: 15th December 2005
Disclaimer: Not mine sighs
A/N and warnings: Will be slashy eventually. Twincest hints. Sap overload. Turn back now if any of that offends you.

Twins

Chapter 5

In which there are there is talk about 'bad men' and pets get fed.

"Draco, I really, really have to go," Lucius whispered. He fidgeted and clenched his thighs, but it was no use. The Hall was dimly lit, but the earlier tense atmosphere had cracked. Students were starting relax, murmur restlessly.

Draco glanced over at the prefects who looked harried. "Well… I guess it should be ok. Nothing's been happening and I saw a couple of kids leave."

Lucius stood up so fast he felt lightheaded, pulling Draco up with him. Catching sight of Marcus who was talking to Jules, one of the Slytherin prefects, he hurried over as quietly as he could. Perfect. Marcus wasn't a prefect but Quidditch captain held as much authority, if not more.

"Marcus, can we be excused please? Draco really needs to go to the gents," Lucius said in a rush. Draco shot his twin an incredulous look that screamed, what!

Marcus looked down at the twins, noting with amusement Lucius' flustered face and the way he bent forward ever so slightly, his legs rigidly locked. His eyes slid over to Draco who looked annoyed. "Right now? Can't it wait?" He drawled out, snickering inside in perverse pleasure at Lucius' expression became panicked.

"No! It can't wait! Please Marcus," Lucius pleaded prettily.

As much as Marcus liked teasing Lucius, Marcus didn't think his team Keeper would ever, ever forgive him if he embarrassed himself. "All right. Out that door, first door on the right. Don't dawdle and come back once you're done!"

Lucius' relief was obvious as he murmured his thanks, and practically ran to the door, dragging Draco behind.

"Luc! Why did you say that I have to go?" Draco hissed in irritation.

Lucius didn't answer as he was too busy fumbling with his pants. The toilet door banged shut behind them and Lucius sighed loudly in relief.

Draco rolled his eyes and unzipped his pants as well. "That was rather juvenile," he told his older twin.

Lucius looked faintly embarrassed as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands. "Sorry."

"You should be," Draco sniffed. He washed and dried his hands, and then reached out to hold Lucius' hand. "What do you think is happening?" he asked in a small voice. "I don't think it's a fire or anything like that."

A crash, sounding like it was taking place somewhere else in the castle, startled them. Lucius' hand tightened on Draco's. "I… I think it's far away. Don't panic."

"I'm not panicking," Draco looked around nervously, as if expecting the roof to come down on them. "But I think we should go back. Now."

Lucius pushed opened the toilet door, and stiffened in surprise. "Uh… Professor Quirrell."

The teacher squinted at them, his huge purple turban highly distinctive even in the dimly lit corridor. A whispered spell and the wand he held aloft lit up.

Draco noticed Lucius' slight shiver, and narrowed his eyes at the teacher. "We're just going back to the Hall now sir," he said politely.

Quirrell gave a high-pitched, somewhat nervous laugh. "Ye..es, you do do that boys," he stuttered. "St..stay away from the West Wi…wing."

"Why?" Lucius blurted out. Quirrell was staring at him in a way that scared him.

Quirrell shifted nervously. His wand twitched, the light flickering. "Nothing, no…thing much. Ju..just that …I wouldn't wa..want you hurt," he tried to smile kindly but it looked painful.

"Thank you sir," Draco said quickly. Seeing as how Lucius was not moving, he took the initiative and pulled his twin firmly. The two walked quickly, shrinking against the wall as they passed Quirrell.

Lucius kept his eyes firmly on the large oak doors of the Great Hall as they walked towards it, but just before Draco opened it, he couldn't help himself and he looked back. Quirrell was still standing there, his gaze unblinking, looking right at him. Lucius shivered again.

"What was that all about, Lucius?" Draco asked firmly once they were seated again.

"What was what?" Blaise asked curiously.

"We went to the toilet and when we came out, Quirrell was standing there. In the corridor," Draco explained.

"Pervert," Marcus muttered, scowling. The tall boy was standing nearby, looking around worriedly though he still kept an ear out on the first-years' conversation.

Lucius looked uncomfortable. "I don't think so. He was just really weird. He told us to stay away from the West Wing."

"That's where the Gryffindor dorms are. And the classrooms for Transfigurations, Divinition and History of Magic," Draco said thoughtfully. He could add two and two. Some Gryffindors were missing. Obviously the disturbance tonight took place in the West Wing.

"Quirrell's always been more than a bit loony," Blaise waved his hand. "Stuttering and twitching.

Lucius was suddenly struck by a thought. "Quirrell doesn't always stutter. That time in the classroom and…" He trailed off uneasily.

"You mean he has approached you again?" Draco asked sharply.

Marcus squatted down, practically growling. How dare some sick fucker defile his sweet, innocent Lucius! "What's this? Has Quirrell harassed you?"

Lucius eyed Marcus warily, thinking Draco's earlier comparison of their captain to a pitbull was pretty apt. "No… he just wanted to talk about how he knew our father."

"Is that all?" Draco looked suspicious. Lucius shifted uncomfortably.

Lucius glanced around, anxious that they were attracting too much attention. However, it seems luck was on his side, and only Marcus and Blaise had picked up Draco's question. The rest of the students were mostly asleep, as they should be. "Ssh, keep your voices down."

"Tell me exactly what Quirrell did," Marcus hissed in an overly loud whisper. So that I can slit him from prick to chin and strangle him on his entrails for daring to touch Lucius, he thought with dark relish.

Draco immediately told Marcus about Quirrell's odd behavior after class, and the other two boys frowned. "Sounds awfully suspicious," Blaise commented.

Draco shrugged. "We thought he only wanted to suck up."

"And you say Quirrell kept looking at Lucius?" Marcus jumped on the most important fact. First a look, and then two. Next will be furtive touches, and, and…!

Marcus laid an arm on Lucius' shoulders protectively, his eyes wild.

"Nothing much happened. He only wanted to talk to me," Lucius stressed, patting Marcus reassuringly. Reluctantly, he related what Quirrell said that evening on the pitch.

"He was stalking you?" Marcus couldn't believe that this took place during his Quidditch practice! He was such a failure as captain!

Lucius frowned unhappily. While he was admittedly unnerved by Quirrell and glad that his friends were protective, he felt a little silly and mortified by their excessive concern. "It's nothing," he insisted. "I know to avoid him from now on."

"I'm never leaving you alone again," Draco declared, cuddling closer and looking more like the victim than the protector.

"Do that. I'll tell the team members to keep an eye out during practice," Marcus said. He turned to Blaise, who held out a hand. "No need to tell me, I know. We'll not leave Lucius alone."

"It's not a joke." Marcus said seriously. He took a deep breath. "You see, sometimes there are bad people out there who, er, do things they shouldn't do. Um. Touch where they shouldn't—"

"Stop right there." Blaise stuck his fingers in his ears, and the three first-years looked traumatized. For a moment, Marcus was horrified he had scarred their poor impressionable minds.

"Do you think we don't know all this?" Blaise continued, rolling his eyes.

"We're Slytherins, not Gryffindors," Draco said caustically. Lucius gave a muffled snort of laughter.

Marcus flushed a dark red. "Well, I just want to make sure…"

"Now you are," Blaise told him firmly. "Oh Merlin. I can't believe you were going to give us that talk."

"Shut. Up." Marcus wanted to sink to the ground as they snickered.

And for a short while, the mood lightened.


Classes were cancelled the next day, after the most uncomfortable night. Over breakfast, Dumbledore explained that the alarm was due to a troll.

"A troll?" Draco looked horrified. "What the hell is a troll doing in school!"

Dumbledore went on to reassure the students that the teachers had caught the troll and everything was now back to normal.

"That's it?" Lucius asked sarcastically. "A huge troll somehow wanders into a school where it has no business of wandering around in, causes widespread panic, creates a ruckus, messes up some rooms, is the source of my discomfort, and everything's now back to normal?" He bit down on his croissant viciously, teeth clacking.

Draco patted his twin sympathetically. Lucius was not a morning person.

Dumbledore added that because of Messrs Potter and Weasley's bravery in saving Miss Granger, Gryffindor would be awarded eighty points.

Lucius nearly spewed out his pumpkin juice. Draco did. Blaise was not too happy as he was seated across Draco.


Despite the unfortunate Troll Incident, as it came to be known, the students bounced back quickly and moved on to more important things — namely, the opening Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor!

For once, Lucius was awake before anyone else in his dorm. He just opened his eyes, waking up with a jolt. For a moment, he was disoriented and then he remembered. It was Saturday. It was his first Quidditch match!

He stretched languorously, turning and curling against Draco's warm body happily. The early morning sun slanted into the dungeons through the high slit windows at the top of the room and drew warm oblongs of sunny amber on the green-gray stone floors. The morning air was crisply cold and very still.

He felt nervous, true, but he was just so excited! He was truly going to play in his first real match! None of the kiddy games back in elementary school, where the kiddy brooms were charmed not to fly higher than eight feet and the kiddy quaffles were made of foam and the kiddy snitch was the size of a fat mouse. A real adult game, just like the ones professionals play!

Draco stirred. "Mmm, what time 'zit?"

"Ssh. Sorry to wake you," Lucius whispered. The epicurean twins were never early risers, preferring to burrow under warm blankets than get up when the mornings were still cold, but perhaps it was because they were twins that they were so attuned to each other. Whenever one woke up, the other would follow soon.

"s'ok," Draco mumbled sleepily, shifting towards Lucius' warm heat. The reverse was also true and Lucius yawned. "Is too early to wake. Come back to sleep."

Limbs, still boyishly soft but starting to sculpt into athletic tone, shifted and twined. The feel of cool silk sliding against skin was delicious, the warmth of a beloved twin was even better.

"I'm too excited," Lucius admitted.

Draco pressed a sleepy kiss to Lucius' cheek. "Stop squirming."

Telling someone to stop doing something never works — Lucius held still for all of five seconds before he wriggled again. "Draco…" he gave a soft snicker. "Is that your morning wood?"

Eyes still closed, Draco snaked his hand downwards and gave a squeeze. "Pot. Kettle. Black."

"Feels nice," Lucius purred, pushing his crotch against Draco's hand.

"Luc, just wank off," Draco grumbled drowsily. "Know you're excited about game but… five more minutes…"

"Do me." Lucius wrapped his hand around Draco's, but Draco was already back asleep.

Lucius sighed and did as Draco ordered, his fingers still laced with Draco's. When they first started waking up to healthy erections, they were a little embarrassed and highly tickled. After a while, it became something fun. It felt really, really good, and if they woke up early enough, they would indulge a little before going for breakfast.

Lucius quickly came within minutes and sighed, enjoying the usual languid afterglow. It felt much better when Draco did it for him. He brought Draco's hand up and noted the cloudy pre-cum on it with a snicker. Draco was going to be so pissed.

At eleven, their orgasms were still a bit immature, at least according to Teenage Wizard, a popular magazine. Lucius wondered how it would feel like to experience a 'real mature' orgasm then.

There were the usual morning noises as the boys started to wake up. Curtains and comforters rustled. Somebody farted. An alarm went off. Somebody yawned.

Lucius cleaned himself and got out of bed. He slid on his bedroom slippers and padded over to their dresser. Draco's snake, Diamante, lay coiled in the clear tank. It was a pretty habitat, with plenty of room of her to slither around and a hollowed trunk at the side for her to sleep in. Dark green plants kept the tank cool and shady, just like the diamond adder's natural habitat. She was pretty low maintenance as snakes do not have to be fed daily.

Lucius noted that the cindermouse, an especially tiny breed of mouse, was gone. He opened the feedbox and took out a chicky egg for Diamante, noting that they were running low on cindermice and quails eggs. It was almost time to ask Mother to send more. The feedbox, a pretty box of ashwood, was spelled to hold live prey in stasis and keep the feed fresh. It was very expensive but well worth the expense.

His own eagle-owl, Tantus, was kept in the owlery with all the other owls along with Gregory's and Vincent's owls. However, the students could keep other pets in their dormitories. Turning, Lucius could see Blaise feeding his fire-salamander. The boys got into a habit of feeding their pets in the morning.

By this time, Draco was already up. As expected, Draco was not too happy when he discovered his slimy hand.

"I don't want to know," Vincent said firmly, when Draco yelled.

Draco almost smeared it on Lucius' hair but Lucius managed to blurt out a cleaning spell just in time.

"Children. Stop playing with bodily fluids. It's unhygienic." Blaise made a face.

Gregory farted.

When Marcus looked in, the first-years boys' dorm was very lively. Something's half-baked with this year's batch, he decided. Saturday mornings were not meant to be so noisy, not at seven in the morning.

"Lucius, Draco," he called. When the shrieking stopped, he continued. "It's somewhat of a Slytherin tradition that the Quidditch team have breakfast together before a game, down here in the common room. Professor Snape usually buys us pastries and stuff from Hogsmeade."

"All right!" Lucius pulled on his robe hastily. "Now?"

"Yes, now." Marcus grinned as the blonds followed him out happily. The other boys followed curiously, and when they saw the spread in the common room, Gregory blurted out, "Fuck! I also want to be on the Quidditch team!"

Lucius smirked shamelessly at Gregory.

The rest of the team was already there. Draco felt relieved when he saw the other reserves: Theodore was the second-year reserve for Beater and Keeper, and Sylvinia, the fourth-year reserve for Chaser. For a moment, he thought he might not be included in the team breakfast. It was a little hard to feel totally accepted; reserves trained with the team and were considered part of the team, but they would always stand a little apart.

The other first-years grumbled and went back to change, Lucius and Draco sat down between Marcus and Nicholas. Everyone was still dressed in pajamas and dressing gowns, looking wonderfully casual.

"This helps us relax and bond before the game," Marcus explained.

Draco eyed the food hungrily. "Are we waiting for Uncle Sev?"

"How many times have I told you not to call me that in school?" A deep voice growled from behind the twins and Draco gave a little shriek.

Snape swept round to the head of the table, his dark green dressing gown swirling around his socked ankles. Hungry teenagers watched until he gave a regal nod, and dug in.

"School food is pretty ok but once in a while, it's great to eat something different," Lucius said happily. He looked at Snape slyly. "What do we get if we win the game?"

"Aren't we greedy?" Snape drawled. He bit into a greasy, fat sausage with relish, practically purring with every juicy bite. On McGonagall's orders, the Hogwarts Kitchen elves had started serving low-fat sausage a few years back. No amount of pleading on the male teachers' part had worked.

"Professor Snape usually brings us out for dinner," Evenlina whispered loudly to Lucius with a wink.

"And if we win the Cup?" Draco piped up.

"A very good, very expensive place for dinner," Snape said in sighing reluctance, as if such a treat would blow his monthly salary. Actually, it would — but the amount Snape made as a teacher pales in comparison to the amount he made as a freelance Potions Master.

"We wouldn't want to put you out in the poorhouse, Uncle Sev," Draco's smirk turned as sly as Lucius. He ignored Snape's outraged expression. "Why don't you cook for us instead?"

Wide, hopeful eyes turned to look at Snape. The teenagers gaped. To eat a meal cooked by a Potions Master — it would be no ordinary meal indeed.

"I'm not some house elf." Snape speared another sausage.

"If we wanted a meal cooked by a house elf, we would go down to the Kitchens. Please, Uncle Sev," Draco wheedled.

Snape chewed, an amused glint in his eyes. "Perhaps," he drawled.

Draco beamed. The conversation drifted away to other matters, and he took the opportunity to study his godfather carefully. Good, it seemed as if his good humor was restored. Perhaps it was because of the upcoming Quidditch match. Snape had been in a dreadful rage for days after the Troll Incident.

According to the scuttlebutt, Granger hadn't realized the alarm had sounded and was trapped in girls' toilet by the troll. Draco thought that sounded quite …sordid. One wonders.

Potter and Weasley had rushed to her rescue, thus earning lots of points for their bravery. Of course the teachers were on the scene soon after. Draco had muttered sarcastically about the lack of points deducted for Granger's stupidity. Snape had confirmed that it more or less happened that way. However, something about the whole incident was suspicious, something was off, and it got Snape's hackles up.

Draco poured himself another glass of pumpkin juice.

But no matter. It's been days since the Troll Incident and nothing has happened so far. Today, all they wanted to do was win. And enjoy themselves of course.


A/N: Why I shouldn't write at 3am in the morning. I wrote the part below about the boys' conversation in the toilet, woke up the next morning and upon re-reading it, slapped myself on the forehead. "Eleven-year-olds! They are eleven! WTF?"

--snip snip snip—

Lucius didn't answer as he was too busy fumbling with his pants. The toilet door banged shut behind them and Lucius sighed loudly in relief.

Draco rolled his eyes and unzipped his pants as well. "You sound like you're having an orgasm."

Lucius gave a delicious shudder, eyes closed in bliss. "It feels as good as one."

"Afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of the captain, are we?" Draco asked with a sly grin.

Lucius blushed. He concentrated on tucking his dick back and zipping up. "No…"

"He knew what you were doing," Draco stated. He leaned towards his brother, his tone wicked. "Luc, Marcus looks at you all the time."

"Draco!" Lucius yelped, and swatted his brother. His face was pink, slashed cheek to cheek.

"It's true!" Draco nodded, his tone faintly annoyed. "He stares at you all the time during practice, he's all full of praise for you and he likes to touch you."

"Are you angry?" Lucius asked his twin. His heart wasn't sure to fly or sink.

Draco crossed his arms, frowning. "Well, just a little. More than a little. Actually a great deal. But he's a great guy and if you like him back, then I won't have to hurt him. You do like him, don't you?"

Lucius laughed nervously, suddenly looking very shy as he tucked his hair behind his ears. "Maybe just a little."

Draco stepped forward and the two boys slid their arms easily around each other, nuzzling. "I love you so much," Lucius whispered, smiling widely. "You always understand me perfectly."

"Of course, I'm your twin," Draco said fiercely. He kissed Lucius, suddenly feeling possessive. "Whoever you choose in the future, promise me I'll always be most important."

Lucius couldn't ever imagine anyone more important than Draco. "Marcus might be cute, but you're my twin," he said matter-of-factly. "Promise me that too."

Draco stared intently into gray eyes, so much like his own.

--snip—

Luckily I passed out at this point.

A/N part 2: Apologies in advance, but I don't think I can keep up this insane updating schedule. I'm simply posting as I'm writing, but next week I'm going on a holiday. Since I only booked the tickets like 2 days ago, cough lotsa last minute stuff to rush. Can we say impulsive? Anyways, will write when I can.