From between the hangings on his four poster bed, two large blue eyes stared at him. Blinking sleep away, Lucius sat up and held out a hand. Petite white fingers slid through the gap in the fabric, silently accepting his invitation. As soon as he felt her tentative touch against his palm he pulled her forwards, their lips meeting as she tumbled onto his bed. Her hair, thick and blonde and loose around her bare shoulders, swept across his chest as he leaned back into the pillows. She crawled over him, the thin sheet separating them torturous. He could feel her heat seeping through the cover, and he wanted nothing more than the sensation of her skin on his. Her presence was intoxicating, her gasps seemed to steal the air around them, he couldn't breathe in her radiant glow-
He couldn't breathe.
Lucius awoke, gasping, to find that he was twisted absurdly in his blankets, and his face was pressed against his pillow so that all oxygen was blocked. He jerked his head back quickly to steal greedy gulps of air, but it took several long minutes before he could extricate himself from the entangling blankets. The entire time, he silently and furiously berated himself for the dream. He was really too old to be waking up in the morning with a need to sprint to the nearest cold shower, and because of that tight-laced, frigid little Black girl!
Tight-laced. Lucius closed his eyes briefly and imagined her in a corset, and himself, behind her, slowly drawing each lace from its hole. The garment would part, and he would take his time kissing each and every newly exposed inch of silky skin-
No! Seething, he stood up and hurried into the bathroom before any of his stirring dorm mates could spot him.
The next evening, Lucius was determined not to make the same mistake. He hadn't had to worry about seeing her during any of his classes, he'd eaten his meals at a speed that had dumbfounded even Rodolphus, and refused to return to the common room. And he also had a ready-made excuse why he was not sleeping: as Head Boy, he needed to patrol the corridors. Usually, he delegated this task to the most enthusiastic, most energetic, and therefore most irritating prefects, but felt that perhaps he should stay away from the prefects for a while, too.
For several hours, his plan worked flawlessly. He gave detentions to a pair of sneaking Gryffindors, deducted ten points from Hufflepuff and was thinking about seeking out some Ravenclaws to discipline, just to be fair, when it happened.
Narcissa Black stumbled out of an unused classroom, looking both disheveled and cross. Her lips were pinched in displeasure, her blouse was partially unbuttoned, and her hair was rumpled. She was grumbling under her breath, and when she spotted Lucius, she froze.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed, more livid than he cared to acknowledge.
"I... I'm a prefect, aren't I? I was... patrolling the corridors."
"Narcissa, babe, you can't just run out- oh." Wilkes stopped and stared up at Lucius, apparently horrorstruck. "Er... Hey, Malfoy."
Lucius had gone white with rage. "You are not to be out of the common rooms after ten." His voice was tight with barely leashed fury, and Wilkes's eyes widened. He held his hands up in appeasement and took an unconscious step backwards.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I swear I'll go back, sorry Malfoy-"
"Detention, Wilkes!" His murderous snarl caused them both to jump. "Every Monday for the rest of the year!"
"What? You can't- what about Quidditch practices? I have O.W.L's this year too!"
"Then I'll make it easy for you," he offered bitterly. "You're off the team."
"Malfoy, what the hell are y-"
"Keep arguing, Wilkes," he interrupted, raising his voice to be heard over Wilkes's protests, "and it'll be every Friday, too! Now, I suggest you return to your bed immediately."
Expression broken with terror, he turned and fled, leaving Lucius and Narcissa alone in the corridor.
She had re-buttoned her shirt, and he couldn't help but the wish she hadn't.
"That was a little harsh, Head Boy," she said, but did not look particularly upset by her paramour's plight. "What are you going to do to me?"
Suddenly, her gaze grew mischievous. She tilted her head and smiled, flouncing forward to place the tip of her index finger lightly on his badge. "As Head Boy, you have the authority to do anything to me." Her gazed sparkled, and she rose to her toes to bring her mouth to his neck, almost-but-not-quite touching. "So what'll it be? Will you tie me up by my wrists, toss me in the dungeons and punish me for hours? Make me write lines, listing all the naughty things I promise I won't do anymore?"
"No," he replied darkly, eyes gleaming. She took a small half-step back, surprised.
"Are you telling me I'm not going to get a detention, then?"
"No," he growled again, a deviously hedonistic smirk lighting his features. "No, Black, I'm telling you to get on your knees." He savored every syllable. "Earn my forgiveness. Beg for it."
She laughed throatily, and reached for the buckle of his belt as she lowered herself slowly-
"Malfoy! Why do you do that?"
"What?" he asked, shocked. "Why do I do what?" Guilt leaked into his tone.
"Just ignore me and stare like that when I ask you a question or I'm trying to say something!" she looked offended, and even more so when he laughed.
"Oh, that?" He was more relieved than he would admit. "It's an intimidation technique. Do I scare you?"
"No," she said too quickly, dropping her gaze.
"Go back to the common room," he sighed, tone softening somewhat.
"Do I have detentions, too?"
"No. Just leave."
"Lucius, you fucked up."
"What?" he looked up to glare as Rodolphus fell into the seat opposite him. They were in the Common Room, and the dim green light filtering through the lake indicated that the sun was just rising.
"I know what you did last night, and it was wrong." His tone was imperious as he gazed at his friend knowingly.
"What are you talking about?" He hadn't done anything last night. He'd wanted to, but he was a human being and perfectly capable of stifling those urges.
"You threw Wilkes off the team."
Oh. That. That urge he hadn't been able to stifle.
"Now I know you take being Head Boy seriously," Rodolphus continued, "but detention every Monday and Friday for the rest of the year and kicking him off is a little much, don't you think?"
No, considering what I wanted to do was castrate him, rip his head from his shoulders and chuck both his skull and balls from the Astronomy Tower.
Instead, Lucius said, "I didn't do that. The detentions were only on Mondays."
Rodolphus gave a long-suffering sigh. "Let him back on the team, Luc. No one'll think that you're showing favoritism to Slytherin and consequently abusing your Head Boy powers if you let him stay on the team."
"I've asked you not to call me that."
"And you've never had a problem with abusing your power as Head Boy before." Rodolphus narrowed his eyes and leaned forwards. For a second, the perceptiveness he usually worked so hard to conceal flashed across his face. "Really, Lucius, you've been acting strange for the past couple of days, and if you think I can't figure out why-"
"Fine!" Lucius blurted, panicking before Rodolphus could say any more. "Fine, he's back on the team!"
Rodolphus sat back grinning, his easy-going personality restored as quickly as it had left.
"Glad to hear you've reached that decision, capt'n," he said brightly, folding his hands contentedly in his lap. "And," he added in a barely-audible undertone, his cheerfully glimmering eyes momentarily shining with malicious enjoyment, "your secret about Narcissa is safe with me."