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Tea Time	By : Roman Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Tea Time
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Disclaimer: In their spare time, they’re all mine. Can you afford to say they aren’t? *blink* Wait, perhaps a little rephrasing is in order...
Pairing: SS/LM
Rating: NC-17, PWP. Don’t like it? Why are you still here?
Dedication: Written solely as a gift for Movie, who should be MSTing it, by now. Feel free to do the same ‘ but I’d like to see the final result.

Tea Time

Two minutes to five o’clock. A tall figure, standing by a desk, looks at the dark grey clouds outside the window, and starts tapping his fingers on the wood impatiently. ‘He’ll be late.’ A hopeful glance at the silent door and he starts pacing the room angrily. Lucius Malfoy does not like to wait.

One minute to five o’clock. ‘How dare he?’ The thick tapestry starts resenting the roughness of the steps.

Thirty seconds. ‘He will pay.’ A glance at the papers on the desk and Lucius changes his mind. ‘He will die.’

Ten seconds, and the clock starts the slow countdown to five o’clock. Lucius twirls his wand in his left hand.

Three. Two. One. Wand raised, to an utterly ridiculous effect, just in case.

Five o’clock.

‘Click.’ Lucius turns around too fast, losing his balance, only to fall onto what was supposed to be the stone floor of the library’s entry, but turned out to be something warm and velvety. The arms of his visitor. Who didn’t seem all too eager to hold him steady.

‘Had I known you missed me so much, I’d have come earlier.’ a cool voice said.

‘What took you so long? You’re late.’ Lucius whined.

A cool glance at the clock. ‘No. I arrived at 5 o’clock exactly. You were too busy with your wand to notice, I suppose.’ the visitor snapped, looking intently at Lucius’ middle parts.

The innuendo didn’t go unnoticed. Lucius visibly fumed. He wasn’t used to being contradicted either.

‘What did you want to see me about?’ A heavy sigh. The visitor was clearly undaunted by the display.

‘What’s this supposed to be?’ Lucius spat, pointing to the letter with the Hogwarts crest that rested on the desk.

The visitor took it slowly, sighing again, and started reading in a bored tone:

‘Mr. Malfoy, we are writing this letter to inform you that your son, Draco Malfoy, student of this institution, has not yet finished his Potions/History of Magic assignment, which was due two weeks ago. As you know the practical research works on two subjects ‘ or the same work combining two subjects, as your son chose ‘ is an essential part of the students’ evaluation in the present year. As such, young Mr. Malfoy is to remain in these installations for the whole length of the traditional school pause that is to take place this week, for the purpose of finishing said assignment. He will be going home for summer holidays, evidently, but no sooner than that. For the fact, we apologise, hoping you will understand it is in the best interests of your son’s school education.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

‘Well?’ Lucius pouted, like a spoiled child.
‘Well what?’ The other seemed to be contemplating the possibility of making ‘young Mr. Malfoy’ a joyful orphan.
‘You’re his head of house. You’re supposed to be able to explain this.’
Severus Snape’s eyes shot up, angrily. ‘Tell_me_you_did_not_call_me_here_to_teach_you_how_to_read.
‘Well’’
‘You think I have nothing better to do?! This’ ‘ he pointed at the letter ‘ ‘is a letter. From Hogwarts. Telling you ‘ and explaining why ‘ your son won’t be coming home this week. Good afternoon.’ he turned to the door, knowing the use of an Unforgivable wouldn’t make his situation any better in the Ministry.
‘What do you mean, he isn’t coming home?’
‘I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.’
‘He was supposed to be initiated this week!’ Lucius nearly shrieked.
Severus rolled his eyes. ‘I guess the dark lord will have to wait a bit longer, then. Unless he wants to invade Hogwarts for the sole purpose of taking Draco to the initiation ceremony. For some reason, I don’t think that’d be wise.’
‘I promised the Dark Lord I’d take him. Now I have to say that I failed because a bunch of old bats is keeping the boy in the school.’

Knowing full well Draco was being kept in Hogwarts at the boy’s own request, in fear of joining the Death Eaters, Severus icily muttered ‘I fail to see that that has to do with me, or with my being here. I do have things to do, you know?’ he rolled his eyes again for good measure.
‘Can’t you bring the boy?’
‘On what basis? ‘Oh, Dumbledore, can I please bring Draco to my dungeons for these days he’s staying here? I so feel like playing with him’’ Please, give me a break.’

Reality slowly, very slowly, started to dawn on Lucius. ‘He doesn’t have any unfinished assignment, does he?’
‘I care because’?’
‘They’re keeping him there so that he doesn’t get initiated, aren’t they?’
‘Good afternoon, Lucius.’ Severus started walking to the door, without looking back once, trying to forget about the afternoon he’d just lost.

‘You’re with them.’ Wide-eyed realisation.
An oh-so-slow look back. ‘What did you say?’
‘You’re with them. You’re keeping him away.’
Severus slowly walked back to Lucius, a poisonous look on his face. If Lucius knew what was good for him, he’d shut his mouth at once.
‘You’re with Dumbledore, aren’t you?’
‘You don’t know what you’re saying.’ The icy poison dripped from every word.
‘You are!’ foolish, insignificant little fuck.
‘Shut up.’
‘The Dark Lord will kn—’ he should have shut his mouth when he could. All of a sudden, Lucius found himself crashed against the rough edge of the iron-cornered desk, whose indentations relished the feel of his skin in a most unwelcome way.

‘Oh, well. I was never very good at controlling myself, anyway.’ Severus growled, before fastening his mouth on Lucius’ exposed neck, and biting, almost hard enough to draw blood, on a particular spot behind the ear that made Lucius quiver unconsciously. ‘You still like it rough, I see.’ Severus spat disdainfully.

‘Wha—’ Lucius’ train of thought quickly took leave as he felt a very pissed off Severus swiftly part his legs, hoisting one of them to rest, bent knee, on the table.

The other leg wrapped itself around Severus’ waist of its own volition, and Lucius’ arms were about to go the same way, when Severus took hold of his wand and bound both arms to either side of the desk. The offending leg was stupefied, effectively preventing Lucius from making any movement that could be even remotely intimidating to the Potions master. Well—apart from his hips, which were moving in a most undignified way, Lucius thought. And, apparently, so did Severus, seeing as he quickly seized them, digging his hands into the flesh to stop the movement. ‘Ouch!’ Lucius whined. But his complaint was promptly muffled by Severus’ mouth, which had, seemingly, lost all interest in his neck and focused only in that harsh, wounding kiss.

Yep, Severus was definitely not in the mood for romance. As his tongue mapped every available inch of Lucius’ all-too-eager mouth, his hands were quickly tending to the main goal of the whole endeavour. At the feel of cool hands somewhere around his navel, Lucius steeled himself slightly. He was not used to being vulnerable. He was most certainly not used to being the bitch to anyone. But those hands finding their way up his nipples felt rather persuasive to his dazed mind—and the hardness nudging his left thigh didn’t leave much room for musings, either. Severus was clearly not open to negotiation. He would get what he wanted, as he always did since he found out, still as a Hogwarts student, that the only way to keep Lucius’ mouth shut was to give his brain something else ‘ blond guys, Severus used to joke, can only think of one thing at a time; we can’t stretch it too much - to think about. Something akin to an erection. Like the one that was rising right now. Lucius cringed as Severus suddenly stopped his ministrations.

Severus oh-so-slowly unzipped Lucius’ trousers, and noticed a furiously blushed ‘young Lucius’ waving happily hello at him. With a sly look at the equally blushed big Lucius, Severus brushed his hand lightly over the head of the little one, hearing the sharp intake of breath from other. The light touch turned into a vicious grip and Lucius would have yelped if Severus’ tongue hadn’t resumed its quest for Lucius’ throat. A harsh squeeze, and Lucius jr. didn’t seem so keen on the relationship anymore. Lucius Sr., however, had other things to worry about, as Severus’ hand had managed to push his trousers down enough to find its wicked way to Lucius’ back entrance. In the meanwhile, both tongues were involved in a heated argument about ‘Whose territory is it?’, muffled only by the vacuum created by the mouths, who had already made known to their respective owners that they weren’t in any hurry to leave each other alone. Severus’ hand weakened its grip, slowly let loose of young Lucius and wrapped itself around Lucius’ long hair, forcefully pushing him down on the desk, as his other hand found its way in, gradually, without knocking.

Torn between the kiss and the harshness on his beloved hair, the constant collision of Severus’ hand with something decidedly welcoming inside him with the searing pain on his arse, Lucius was at a loss as whether to kiss him harder or bite him, tell him ‘Don’t, stop’ or beg ‘Don’t stop.’ Unable to make all those decisions at once, he settled for a whimper. Severus broke the kiss, and took his hand away from Lucius’ hard-on, to look at him sarcastically.

‘Still articulate as ever under pressure, I see, Lucius’, he said, before reaching down to one of the blonde’s nipples, tearing the luxurious blue robe and shirt underneath, on his way.
‘Hey, that was expens—’ Lucius never made it to the rest of the sentence, as three fingers inside his mouth reminded him it’s not polite to talk money while you’re eating.

With no pressing appointments at the moment, Lucius leisurely sucked on those fingers, as Severus’ other fingers ‘ the man looked like an octopus ‘ worked his rear end, and his mouth tended to everything in between.
The sound of his remaining clothes being definitely torn away, however, made him gag and nearly bite Severus’ fingers with fury. ‘I’m not your bitch, you fuck.’, he thought, but he couldn’t say it, as Severus, who now had his mouth fastened on a dangerously sensitive spot on the left side of Lucius’ navel, pushed another finger past Lucius’ rear end and called the matter closed. And another finger. Fist balled.

With the impact of having *a hand* inside of him, Lucius fidgeted and they both lost their precarious balance, slumping to the floor, Lucius on top of Severus. Lucius relished that new feel of control by divesting Severus of his nun-like-concealing-as-hell robes, ignoring the protests of the other, who had currently ceased all matter of activity and was frantically looking for a way of getting out from under the Danish dog in heat.

Young Severus, however, was delighted to meet young Lucius, and both of them got involved in a rather fervent demonstration of ‘sword fighting in small, dark alleyways’. Lucius gave them his blessing and sweetly tended to Severus’ mouth, which was now gaping with the shock. Lucius, however, was quite sure Severus hadn’t authorised it to talk to others in such a manner; so, before the other got a chance to scold the poor thing, Lucius tangled one hand in Severus’ hair, and the other in a different place altogether, and coached a nice range of octaves out of it. Absolutely delighted at discovering he was a good maestro, after all, Lucius took a step further and went on for the stick. The rough end of the stick.

Severus was vaguely aware of a tickling gold trail going down his stomach, and was starting to wonder when had the golden snitch chosen his navel as a nest when young Severus made his voice heard — and from what Severus understood of that panicked shriek, it looked like the poor child was being swallowed whole by something dark, wet and decidedly hungry that wasn’t in any mood for giving it back. Not with its integrity intact, at least, judging from the way it slowly twirled around the suffocated head, mapping every inch down to the root while swirling something soft and muscular over the underside, something more intimidatingly sharp grazing the swelling balls, up to the head *kiss* down the side *lick* forward to the balls *suck* and up again, until Severus Jr. and Sr. were gasping for air and seeing stars dancing around them, when Lucius had the nerve to clamp his hands on Severus’ backside, mimicking the other’s earlier movement and Severus’ mind snapped awake.

Before Lucius wrapped his mind around what was going on, he was spread out on the floor, face up, with a mouthful of Potions master’s tongue on his mouth, while said Potions master nearly ripped him open with the force of his vigorous pounding. The fact that they had started out next to the desk and were now leisurely making it to the unlocked door didn’t seem to bother Severus in the least, as he was more interested in tending to a rather mystified Lucius Jr., who was not used to being so literally left out of the party and had started to whine for attention.

Before the infuriated voce of Lucius’ pride shut down completely, submitting to the less-than-dignified babble of its master, Lucius had the presence of mind to slowly brush his hands on Severus’ shoulders, down his arms, to the hands, intertwining their fingers together. He knew this was corny as hell, but Severus had finally let go of young Lucius and daddy Lucius was afraid he’d be sent through the door with the force of the thrusts, with the assured consequence of Severus falling nose first on the floor, which probably wouldn’t be good for the intended effect of the whole thing. Not to mention he’d have to put up with the whining of the little one, who was audibly and visibly so happy to have company.

Not that Lucius himself was getting off on this anyway. This, whatever it was, was ‘ apparently ‘ meant as punishment. On Lucius. And Lucius was a fair man. He punished when he should, and he stood the punishment whenever he deserved it. Which meant he always got to punish others. This was a most unusual situation.

His musings were interrupted by an excited twitch from little Lucius, and a muffled squeak from young Severus, who was, it appeared, finding the whereabouts rather constrictive.

Rolling his eyes and slowly starting to lose consciousness, Lucius just made a mental note never to have sex on the floor again ‘ it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it looked like in the books ‘ and let whatever was left of the pudding of his mind shut down. He had more important things to think about. Should he let Severus know how amazing his voice was when he raised it three octaves, for example? Or how very mesmerising he looked with those sweaty black strands of hair falling over his eyes? Probably not. He might end up telling him how beautiful his skin looked, pale as the moonlight, and any reference to the moonlight was likely to end their little exchange before he could spell ‘I’m coming’. And he couldn’t do that to the youngsters, now, could he?

All of a sudden, though, Severus stopped. He withdrew, in fact. Completely. Lucius opened his blurry eyes and tried to find the potions master through the haze, but a sudden sensation assaulted him so painfully he didn’t manage it. Cold. Very cold. The air rustling where Severus had been a second before nearly froze him, as well as his arse. He squeaked and scrambled closer to Severus, trying to regain some measure of warmth, but to no avail.

A loud crash to his left warned him that the Bulgarian writing items and the portraits, carved in gold, of his ancestors, were being thoroughly disrespected by Severus. He didn’t, however, complain about it, busy as he was trying to provide some warmth to little Lucius.

‘Hands off.’, Severus snapped, wrenching his hands away and sneering at Lucius’ attempt at closing his legs. With a painful grip on each of Lucius’ knees, he summoned him to his feet, conjuring a fur rug on the desk. ‘Bend.’ Lucius froze.

‘Lucius, you’re not a convincing virgin. Bend.’ Whimper. Silence. Sigh. Pleading eyes. Beautiful, blue, pleading eyes. Lucius’ pleading eyes. A quick shove, and the next thing Lucius knew, there was no coldness whatsoever hitting Jr., as he was fucked through the desk. Severus yanked his golden hair and he lifted his head with a small yelp, raising himself to a bruising kiss that matched the searing rhythm of the thrusts. This time, Severus didn’t draw back at the last second. On the contrary. He was seemingly trying to reach Lucius’ throat from the wrong entry.

Lucius felt the room spinning as his muscles stretched and contracted, his body so tense he’d swear if anyone pinched him, one would hear ‘dling dling’ coming from his skin. Grey eyes darkening with lust, Lucius tried to reach for the body behind him, but Severus quickly smacked his hands away and placed them on either end of the table. Lucius had got the rough end of the stick, indeed. Not that he minded it much. Actually, a sudden surge of panic that said stick might be taking a nap made him fidget slightly, a motion that Severus swiftly interrupted with a vigorous thrust. And another one. And another one.

Lucius suddenly didn’t remember why he’d called for Severus. He had a feeling someone was gonna have his head for something, but the only thing he cared about right now was that *he* had *Severus’* head. And the rest of it—him, as well. And he wasn’t going to let go so easily. To make his point, he clamped his arse on Severus twice, which prompted a hiss from the other, along with a mouth fastened on his shoulder and a quickening of the thrusts. Fucked through the desk, indeed. The mouth was now mid-bite, and the hips spanking Lucius’ sped up again, nearly making him fly across the desk and out of the window. The flying thought that, if they went out of the window someone was bound to see Hogwarts’ Potions Master humping the most prominent member of the Malfoy family was happily squeezed out of his mind as a sweaty hand tended to another prominent member of said Malfoy. Family. Junior shrieked in pleasure (from the hand) and pain (from the desk), and prompted his close friend, the Prostate Gland, to join his manifestation of life.

Lucius was in way over his head, and so was Severus, in more than one way, however, to care about the desk. Sweaty, dishevelled, blushed, and ‘ oh, yes ‘ fucked blue, his only worry was that it would be over soon. Indeed, it would. Severus suddenly froze, hardening and spreading inside Lucius.
‘What the fuck’’ Lucius panted.

‘Fuck’s—the keyword.’ Severus whispered against his shoulder, before biting down hard, gripping Lucius’ wrists and prick painfully, and speeding up again, nearly ripping him in two as he marked his territory inside - and outside ‘ Lucius. In a split second, Lucius was gone as well, and as Severus panted and slowed ever so slightly behind him, spent himself on the desk. The huge, heavy, dark oak desk that had started to slide under them. Tracing lines on the floor. He’d think about that later. Right now, he was blinded by the fireworks behind his eyelids. Not to mention the painfully delightful explorations of his shaft that disrespectful hand was still exerting.

‘Ouch’’, he whimpered through frozen (‘Split! You’re so dead!’) lips, as he slowly realised the panting body on him was heavy after all . Although he’d probably kill Severus, if he dared move an inch.

‘I really can’t overemphasize how eloquent you are in tense situations, can I?’. Pant.

Lucius mentally rolled his eyes. He would have done so physically if it wasn’t too exhausting. ‘Shut up, you prick.’ A clench for good measure. Sharp intake of breath. ‘It would have been easier to be eloquent if you didn’t make a point of keeping my mouth busy most of the time.’

‘That’s funny’’ one last push ‘‘you didn’t seem to mind. By the way, your squeaks were distracting me. You wouldn’t have made up a coherent thought even if you could.’

Outraged sigh. ‘Excuse me, I do NOT squeak.’

‘Oh, yes, you do.’ Squeeeeeeeeze. Lucius shrieked. He could almost feel the grin that hid behind his head.

‘Oh, leave me alone.’

A slow drawl, ‘All right’’ and an even slower retreat. Lucius clenched down on Severus again and mustered the strength to hold those hips exactly where they were. And even pull them closer ever so slightly, which had a nice effect on what he thought was a stone dead little Lucius.

‘That was nice’’ Severus agreed. ‘Let’s try it again, shall we?’ A very slow withdrawal and a quick thrust later, Lucius squeaked again, and fidgeted around, nearly knocking over a bowl some house-elf had placed there a while before.

‘Watch it, dickhead, you nearly knocked that over us. Haven’t you made things messy enough already?’

Outraged glare. ‘Oh, really?! And who’s to blame?’

‘Why, you, of course, Mr. Malfoy. Honestly, you never know how to behave. I can’t take you anywhere.’ Furious clench.

‘Hmmm...what is that, anyway?’

‘Draco’s pensieve. An elf found it in one of the rooms and thought it better to bring it here. Draco forbade house-elves in his chambers, Merlin knows why.’

‘Why is it still here? Wanna check on your son, you sneaky bitch?’

Clench. ‘Watch it. It’s here ‘cos I haven’t bothered taking it back to his room yet. Besides, I’m sure I know what’s there: ‘I hate Potter, I love Quidditch, I hate Potter, I hate Weasley, I hate Potter, I hate Granger, I hate Potter, I wanna shag Prof. Snape, I hate Potter’’’

‘ I get the drift. And I still think you’re spying on him. What, you’re afraid he cheats on your sorry arse?’ Clench, clench, clench.

‘Then again, why don’t we take this discussion somewhere a tad more comfortable?’

An agreeing clench, and the two of them made their way to one of the bedrooms awkwardly ‘ Lucius refused to let go of Severus’ wand ‘ with quite a few stops on their way for a quick hump. If they’d stayed, they’d have seen an image forming in the surface of the pensieve. An image that strangely resembled a re-enactment of their activities a couple of minutes ago. Only, instead of a study, it was Hogwarts. And the players’ names were Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

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