Author: enchanted nightingale
Beta Reader: pussycatadamah
Timeline: Book 4, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Pairs: Harry/Lucius
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.
ATTENTION! SEXUAL THINGS HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER!
Chapter fourteen
The castle was in a frenzy, which was the only way to describe the situation before the Yule Ball. All the years from fourth and above were in the castle and most of the younger years too. Hogwarts had been scrubbed clean and decorated lavishly. Harry had seen Hagrid bring in the castle no less than twenty big trees that Flitwick decorated all by himself with lots of snow like decorations. It was a really amazing sight. Especially when real live Fairies decided to nestle in those trees for a while.
The Yule ball was that very night and Harry was feeling jittery. He was dressed in his formal robes. They were a dark green colour, so deep that it was nearing black. It really brought out his eyes and gave him a regal air. He had purposely styled his hair to look even wilder, in contrast with his crisp clean and pressed robes. Hermione had gasped at how elegant he looked and Harry's own jaw had dropped when he saw the witch in her dress.
"Krum will be looking at you all night long," Harry told her, making Hermione blush. "And you tamed your hair."
"It was a battle," Hermione commented, making Harry chuckle.
The two friends left the tower and headed towards the grounds. Viktor was in the courtyard, waiting for them, well Hermione. Bill was also loitering there. When he saw Harry he chuckled.
"Well, someone is missing out," Bill commented as he greeted Harry with a hug and a pat on the back.
Harry was all grins.
"Let's go in," Viktor commented after he had spent three minutes complimenting her appearance.
McGonagall was waiting for them. Cedric Diggory was there with Cho Chang. Fleur Delacour had brought Roger Davies.
"Mister Potter!" the cat Animagus exclaimed. She eyed the way Bill's arm was draped over Harry's shoulders. "Mister Weasley!" she stuttered.
"Hello Professor!" Bill cheerfully greeted the woman.
The next person that surprised the witch was Hermione Granger and the way she looked.
"Oh my!" she mumbled to herself. "Never mind. You need to enter. Who will lead?"
"Fleur," Harry proposed. "Then Viktor. They are our guests."
"Agreed," Cedric added.
"We will talk later," were the last words Hermione whispered in Harry's ear before returning to Krum's side. The green eyed teen dreaded that talk.
The Champions and their dates formed a line. The double doors leading to the Great Hall opened and one by one the four Champions came in, Harry bringing up the rear.
"Ignore them and smile," was Bill's final advice before they faced the crowd.
Many jaws dropped. Fleur was truly stunning. Then even more people were shocked as Viktor Krum had brought Hermione Granger of all people as his date. And the Gryffindor witch looked most unlike her normal daytime self. She garnered many envious looks at that moment. Next came Cedric and Cho and many commented on how well that couple fit. The last pair made people stare. And just looked as no words came. The Weasley's were all gaping at how the eldest brother had appeared. Some, like the Twins, had expected Harry to surprise them. Ron, Ginny and Percy looked like they had just received a shock.
"Chin up," Bill reminded Harry.
"Lay off," the green eyed teen shot back. "I don't want to trip over my feet."
Bill bit his tongue to hold in a snicker and managed it as they approached the table the Champions shared with the three Headmasters and the officials. Bill and Harry made sure not to get too close to Percy as the wizard was going to ask questions neither wanted to answer. Harry somehow ended up near Dumbledore with Bill at his side and Hermione seated next to the redhead.
The dinner was an odd affair, certainly not the most comfortable setting to eat. Many eyes were on them and Harry fought the urge to run out of the Great Hall. Bill was great company. He knew many stories that kept Harry and the other people at the table entertained. Between Bill and Dumbledore the atmosphere did not get too heavy. Harry was content to eat and contribute as little as possible to the conversation, apart from a few well placed puns that surprised most people.
"Your humour is rather black," Roger commented. "Much like a Slytherin's."
Dumbledore chuckled.
Harry shot the Headmaster an exasperated look. "You want to tell them."
"It is your private business," Albus commented.
"And you like ruffling feathers, sir," Harry added.
"It is your secret," Dumbledore repeated.
"What is?" Percy asked,
"I was supposed to be in Slytherin," Harry revealed to the table. The people from Hogwarts were rather surprised at the news, everyone but Hermione, Bill and Percy. All three of them muttered 'figures' under their breath, much to the amusement of the rest of the table.
"Houses are a big deal here," Madam Maxime commented.
"Iz it true a 'at chooses 'ouses?" Fleur asked.
"It also makes jingles," Hermione offered.
"And is rather pushy," Harry added.
"I talked with the Sorting Hat as well," Bill offered. "Half Ravenclaw but the lion in me prevailed."
Percy was reluctant but he finally admitted that the Hat had thought Slytherin would be a good place for him at first.
"Ravenclaw for me," Hermione admitted.
"We all knew that," Harry told his friend.
"Me?" Cho asked when they looked at her. "The Hat said I could have done well in Hufflepuff too."
"Always the house of the loyal," Cedric said for himself.
"The Hat considered Gryffindor for me, very briefly," Roger Davies admitted.
"That is certainly enlightening," Dumbledore commented.
"It sure explains the trouble these two get into," Bill agreed as he clapped Harry and Hermione's backs.
"Trouble finds me," Harry steadily maintained.
"And I just happen to stand next to him," Hermione added, making the Hogwarts residents snort. Even Percy was smiling.
"What kind of trouble?" Viktor asked Hermione.
Harry and Hermione stared at each other.
"Well," the witch looked hesitant.
Harry got a mischievous look. "There was that thing with the mountain Troll."
"And the Cerberus," Hermione added.
"Don't forget the dead Unicorns," Harry added.
"Or Norbert the baby Dragon," Hermione continued.
"And the giant charmed chess board," Harry started from where Hermione left off.
"And that was only the first year," Dumbledore commented.
The others gasped.
Bill chuckled. "Trouble finds you?" he asked Harry.
The raven haired youth adopted an expression of absolute innocence.
"I did not go looking for trouble in any of those occasions."
Bill stared.
"Shut up," Harry muttered.
The dance was the part of the night Harry had been dreading.
Sure, Lucius had offered lessons but the teen was not confident enough to dance in front of a crowd.
"Ready?" Bill asked.
Harry eyed his empty plate.
"Like I have a choice," Harry sighed.
He stood and accepted Bill's hand.
The first dance was a waltz. Bill led the dance as they twirled around the dance floor. Harry was having fun dancing, something he had never thought he would do. Slowly more people joined the dance floor and the Champions were no longer dancing alone.
"Do you want us to stop?" Bill asked Harry.
"One more dance?" Harry asked.
The Curse Breaker smiled and gave him a twirl that had the teen laughing.
Harry's one more dance turned into ten more songs. He and Bill stayed on the dance floor, though they did not remain dancing with one another the whole time, and not all the dances were formal. The Weird Sisters made an appearance and the whole room seemed to come to life. Harry danced with Hermione for one dance and then Viktor. The Seeker found it funny and allowed Bill to dance with his date as well. At some point Fred asked Harry to a dance while George swept Hermione away.
It gave Viktor the opportunity to approach Bill.
"Hermionini and Potter," he started.
"Don't worry," Bill assured the Bulgarian Seeker. "They're like brother and sister."
Viktor looked relieved and thanked the red haired wizard.
Bill had one more confrontation that night. His young sister came up to him, looking vaguely betrayed, and demanded to know why he had taken Harry to the ball. Now Bill knew that his sister had a huge crush on the green eyed teen and while he loved her she was still too childish and too blind to see what was in front of her, that Harry was not interested in her.
"I do not have to explain myself to you," Bill told her.
Ginny seemed to be bristling with anger.
"Don't you have a date waiting for you?" Bill reminded her.
The witch gave him one last glare before stomping off. It made the eldest Weasley son sigh and shake his head. He had known that there would be some trouble when he decided to make things easy for Harry and escort the teen to the Ball. Charlie had even advised him to reconsider, warning him off Ginny's crush (like Bill could have missed that) and the already cooled off relationship between Harry and Ron.
"He's my friend now," Bill had told his brother and Charlie had not pressed the subject more.
The Yule Ball was not all that bad really, Bill thought. His eyes darted towards the French Champion. Yes, there were many merits.
Harry returned to Bill's side that moment with two glasses of cool pumpkin juice.
"Here," he handed a glass to Bill and downed his own. "I needed that."
Bill drank his fill. All that dancing had made him thirsty as well.
"Admiring the view?" Harry asked, noticing exactly who Bill was eyeing. "Davies doesn't stand a chance."
"That confident in my abilities?" Bill asked his younger friend.
"Yes," Harry agreed.
Bill smiled and drank the rest of his drink. Then he checked his watch.
"It's time," he announced, confusing Harry.
"For what?" the raven haired teen asked.
"You won't be missed," the Curse Breaker announced and then Bill smiled and led Harry out of the Great Hall.
"Bill?"
"It's a surprise."
Bill led Harry out to the grounds, through the path created out of rose bushes and then further away. The teen wanted to pester Bill a bit more, but when Lucius appeared out of the dark night, dressed impeccably in dress robes and looking like a prince, no king, Harry understood Bill.
"Have fun," Bill whispered to Harry before walking away.
The teen walked up to Lucius.
"Exquisite," the blond wizard commented, his eyes drinking in Harry's form.
The Gryffindor felt his face heat up. "Thank you," he responded, his green eyes taking in Lucius. "You look amazing."
Lucius offered Harry a smile, one of the genuine ones he saved for his little minx. He extended a hand towards him and the teen took it.
"This way," Lucius told him.
"What do you have planned?"
"It was supposed to be me next to you tonight," Lucius replied. "You owe me a dance."
The smile on Harry's face was all the reply Lucius needed. He led Harry a bit further away to a grove of trees he knew from his student days.
"That's where we went for our picnic," Harry observed.
"So it is," Lucius admitted.
The small clearing had been transformed just for the two of them. Floating candles, champagne and two violins playing music by themselves. There were runes to keep the biting cold away and the forest bed was cleared of snow for them to walk around.
"It's not much," Lucius commented.
"Stop trying to act modest," Harry told him and kissed the blond, standing on his tiptoes to do so.
Lucius let him have this chaste kiss even though he really wanted to deepen it to new heights. He could wait until a bit later. What he really wanted from the teen was a dance. And he would have it. The blond hated that he lost Harry's first formal dance in front of a crowd to a Weasley, but that particular redhead was smart and obviously cared for the teen. And he had gone along with this scheme. Lately, Lucius had not been quick to badmouth the redhead in front of Harry.
"May I have this dance?" Lucius asked.
"Yes, you may," Harry replied with an enthusiastic grin on his face.
Lucius' hands took Harry's and slowly positioned both of them in the proper form for a waltz. Never breaking eye contact they started dancing. The pair twirled around the clearing. Lucius spun Harry around, the distance between their bodies lessening and the dancing becoming more intimate and less formal.
"You really are amazing," Lucius told Harry.
"It's because I'm all dressed up, right?"
"Magic aside," Lucius commented, "No. Believe it or not, you look great in anything you wear. You can understand of course that my favourite view of you is with a towel, or even without one."
Harry laughed. A year ago that comment would have made him blush and try to flee from the blond. Now, it brought a blush and a smile to his face. Lucius just felt right when he took out all his worries and insecurities and just let himself feel. Lucius gave him another twirl and Harry laughed.
"Are you really having fun?" Lucius asked as he helped Harry to his feet.
"Yes, Lucius."
The blond smiled. "Good. Now we better take a break."
"Feeling your years?" Harry teased.
The blond wizard scowled and the teen kissed the frown away.
"What do you have for me?" Harry asked. He let Lucius lead him and pamper him in a way the man knew how to.
"Just this glass," Lucius warned the green eyed teen as he gave him the champagne flute.
"I did not have any at dinner," Harry replied. "Bill was rather insistent about it. And I believe it was also the only time he advised me not to eat. You two can be amazing when you work together."
"He is still the only Weasley I tolerate," Lucius stated.
"I tried."
Lucius smiled and with a click of his fingers a chaise longue appeared for them. It was white with nice red pillows and a soft blanket in white and a cover on top and a tray full of goodies ready.
"You really know how to do this," Harry muttered.
"It's a game of seduction," Lucius drawled. "You had better believe I am willing to go all out. Now hop on."
The teen took a seat and Lucius slipped right next to Harry. There were warming charms there and immediately Harry felt rather cosy. Lucius offered a flute to Harry, who took it.
"To a wonderful year," Lucius commented.
Harry smiled. "To me surviving the Tournament."
"That goes without saying."
Harry sipped the champagne.
Lucius was watching the expression on the teen's face. "How is it?"
"Surprisingly tasty. And bubbly," Harry replied.
"Try it with some chocolate," Lucius offered Harry a small truffle made of white chocolate. Soon the teen was humming with delight.
"You are spoiling me," the teen accused.
"It's myself I spoil," the older wizard replied.
Lucius leaned over Harry and carefully plucked the flute away from the teen's hands and placed it aside along with his own glass. The blond then took his lips in a kiss that was certainly enthusiastic. The blond then gave into the hunger he felt and soon Harry felt his senses leaving him. The kiss was long and intense. They would break apart and get together again as soon as they caught their breaths. Their lips kept meeting together almost violently now and Lucius easily dominated the kisses, his tongue entering the teen's mouth. Both his hands were busy. He had slipped one arm under Harry's neck and the other he had placed on the raven haired wizard's cheek. Said teen was all over Lucius, one of his hands clawing at the front of those robes and the other had snaked behind Lucius and buried into the wizard's silky blond hair.
The closeness of their bodies, the joyful mood and the little alcohol Harry had tasted were started to affect the teen. Harry felt like his body was on fire. He felt the heat on every place his body touched Lucius'. He knew now that he was turned on, more so than in any previous encounter with the man. Trying to alleviate some of the strain on his body Harry started moving against Lucius' tall frame, an action that made the blond growl into Harry's mouth. That sound was enough to make the teen shiver. Harry used most of his strength to push Lucius back and the rest of it to restrain himself and not jump the man the moment he saw just how better the older wizard looked when he was so thoroughly aroused.
"Too… much," Harry panted. True, Lucius had helped him get off before but this was a much more dangerous game they were playing.
Lucius hooked a hand in Harry's vest that had been previously hidden under the teen's robes and used it to pull the green eyed wizard toward him. Harry became aware of just how hard Lucius could be and he groaned when the older man ground his body against his smaller frame. Slowly the blond lowered his head to Harry's neck and nipped at the flesh there before trailing upwards and biting Harry's earlobe just enough to shock the teen's senses.
"Is that a bad thing?" he whispered seductively in Harry's ear.
Green eyes closed. "You are an evil man Lucius."
"It's so much fun this way," the silver eyed wizard said in a heated voice. To prove this he made a point to rub his palm down Harry's chest, past his stomach and to the teen's straining erection.
"Lucius…." Harry moaned.
"Look at me," the other man commanded and Harry forced his eyes open. "Good. Know that it won't happen tonight."
"I…"
Lucius silenced Harry with a soft kiss on those rosy swollen lips.
"Not tonight," Lucius repeated. "You are not ready for me yet. But that does not mean that I cannot show you just how good we will be together."
There was confusion in those green eyes.
"A taste," Lucius explained. "I want to have a taste of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Because when I truly have you Harry, it will be in a bed, with only silk and myself touching you, do you understand?"
"Yesss," Harry moaned.
"Good," Lucius replied and he kissed him.
Severus was still angry. Karkaroff had been a pain lately and tonight more than any other time. The Potion's master knew that the Headmaster of Durmstrang had a reason to be so afraid but Severus could not find any pity for the man. The Head of Slytherin continued tearing through the gardens and handing out detentions to the couples that thought they could slip by their professors' watchful eyes.
"Davies, Zabini," he growled at two of his Slytherin's. "Detention," he barked, but knowingly did not dock any points. "With Filch on Monday," he added and stormed away, leaving the two embarrassed teens behind.
He was about to give up when he felt a spike of magic. A very familiar spike of very familiar magic.
Snape felt a headache building. "Not again," he sighed and stalked towards the source, in disbelief of the fact that Lucius could be so careless.
"I would not go that way if I were you."
Severus paused.
Bill Weasley was leaning against a tree, smoking a Muggle cigarette.
"Professor," the Curse Breaker nodded at him.
"Weasley!"
"They are a bit busy," Bill told Snape. "I don't want to imagine what you'll walk into."
Despite himself Severus felt a blush appearing on his pale face, following by a weight on his stomach. This whole story was going to make him develop an ulcer.
"Want one?" Bill offered him a smoke.
"No thank you," Snape replied. "How long have you been standing here?"
"It's been an hour and a half since I brought Harry," Bill replied.
"You planned this with Lucius," Severus realized.
"Guilty as charged," Bill replied. "Sorry," he added at the look on Snape's face. "Muggle expression."
"That man is going to lose his head," Snape muttered.
"It's in the magic," the Curse Breaker replied. "Nothing can stop this."
"You are well versed in sex magic then?"
"I read a lot."
Severus fell silent and just stood there, looking in the direction towards which the spikes of energy were coming from every now and then.
Harry's mind was on vacation. Lucius had managed to push his robes off and even unbutton his vest and shirt. Harry had been quite surprised by the dexterity of the blonde's hands and fingers.
"I cannot wait to see all of you," the grey eyed man sighed. He had seen how beautiful Harry was at thirteen and it hurt to imagine just how much better looking that slim body was now. "I bet you've grown, in all the right places."
"Pervert," Harry hissed when Lucius' hands stopped at his hips and started teasing the skin there as he slowly hooked his fingers under the teen's pants and slowly pulled the cloth down.
The green eyed wizard moaned at the pressure those tugs gave to his groin area. He sighed with relief when his hard member was free but felt rather self conscious as well; the way Lucius was eyeing his crotch was making the teen squirm.
"You have grown," Lucius' voice was practically a moan of pleasure and regret. "How I missed this sight. I wish you had been less stubborn."
"Liar."
"Yes, I rather like a good chase," the blond agreed. "But now I have you all to myself." He met Harry's green eyes.
"Yours," Harry agreed.
And Lucius took him in his mouth. The magic spiked again, this time making both men feel it deep down in their bones. Harry shuddered as Lucius continued with his plan. The blonde's attention and the magic swirling around them and inside them made Harry feel light headed and almost faint, despite the fact that he was already lying down.
"Lucius…" Harry moaned, his hands trembling as he tried to hold onto the taller wizard's shoulder.
The blonde's fingers travelled and the younger wizard groaned.
"Lucius…" the teen whimpered.
The man released him and slowly climbed back over Harry's partly exposed body. He purposely rubbed against Harry's exposed cock as he did so.
"Evil," Harry muttered, his green eyes heavy with lust.
Lucius kissed Harry again, playfully and teasingly in a way that had the teen's breath catching.
"How much do you want me?" Lucius demanded.
"Can't you see?"
"Show me," Lucius whispered as he started nuzzling Harry's neck.
For a minute Harry hesitated but then his hands travelled down the blonde's shoulders, onto his chest. He started unfastening clasps that held together the wizard's elaborate robes till he was able to push the silky material off. Lucius wore a vest as well as a shirt and Harry's trembling hands tore a few buttons off but neither male cared.
Hard muscles met Harry's hands and Lucius shuddered as the teen explored his chest and abdomen with his fingers. His grey eyes were heavily lidded as he watched every move his minx made. Every touch was literally torture. The blond had been waiting for awhile now to feel Harry's attention. Slowly the teen left his upper body alone and his hand slipped inside Lucius' trousers. The older wizard shuddered at the sensation.
"Is that okay?" Harry bit his lips, feeling a quite nervous.
Lucius, trying to control the urge to ignore his promise and just take the teen then and there, kissed Harry's jaw.
"Take me out," he then whispered.
Harry freed him soon after.
"I'll take care of everything," Lucius said in a low voice again.
Harry pulled his hands back and buried them in Lucius' silky hair as the grey eyed wizard ground their two erections together. Harry gasped at the sensation and Lucius inhaled sharply.
"Again," Harry demanded.
With a chuckle Lucius moved his hips again, his weight and the warmth of his body creating heat and friction that made both of them moan in pleasure. Harry had never felt anything like this and as for Lucius; it had been a while since he had been this intimate with anyone. Before Harry his meetings with his wife were scarce. He'd barely shared a bed with the beautiful witch; only about once every two years. Their lovers had been enough distraction. But now, since Lucius tasted Harry's lips, he had never been with anyone until now. The stimulus was too much for both wizards. Harry held onto Lucius as his body started to shudder. The older wizard was not composed either.
"Harry…" he moaned in a heavy voice.
"Lucius…" the teen breathed.
Harry came first with a loud shout and Lucius followed soon after the teen, quite vocal about his release as well. Harry felt his weight but he was also feeling boneless and he did not mind it. They stayed glued together like that until they got their senses together. When that happened Harry was feeling quite mortified but then Lucius was kissing him hungrily.
"Minx," the blond accused as he released Harry's abused lips. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"After tonight? I have some."
Lucius chuckled and rolled over a bit. "We made a mess here."
Harry blinked. Then he looked down. Both their clothes were stained. "Can you…?" he stuttered while trying to hide his flaccid cock from Lucius' gaze.
But the blond would not have it.
"Of course, Harry. But stop covering yourself. You look amazing."
Harry's face heated up and Lucius planted another kiss, this time on Harry's nose, before retrieving his wand and using it to clean both of them up. Then he carefully redressed himself and repeated the process with Harry. His hands lingered on the teen's body. He stopped when he felt himself stir and Harry, understanding his situation, took over and fixed himself up. And then they were kissing again. The hunger was still there, the lust too, but there was no urgency this time.
They broke apart only when one of Lucius' elves popped up in the clearing.
"M-Master," the elf spoke up.
"Our time is up," Lucius sighed. His disappointment was evident.
"We still have our weekly meeting after the holidays," Harry tried to be optimistic.
"I doubt Severus will let us do much on his turf."
Harry choked. "I did not mean it like that!"
Lucius kissed him again, a kiss on the teen's lips.
"I won't see you for a while," the blond said. "So Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year," Harry whispered back.
Lucius smiled. "That Weasley is waiting for you."
"I'll find my way back," Harry replied.
"And Harry?"
"Yes?"
Lucius took Harry's hand in his and brushed his lips over the teen's knuckles.
"Thank you for tonight."
Harry was blushing still even after he met Bill (he tried not to think why Snape was waiting along with the redhead) and even as he got into his bed later that night.
End of chapter
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