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Poisonous Kiss	By : enchanted_nightingale Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 23829 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Title: Poisonous Kiss

Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: Book 3, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Pairs: Harry/Lucius

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

A/N: Harry is underage so it won't be anything explicit between him and Lucius.

WARNING!

Explicit scene (though not sex) in this chapter.

Chapter Three:

Harry gladly accepted the chocolate he was given by who appeared to be the new DADA professor.

His friends were giving him concerned looks and the green eyed teen did his best to ignore them.

It had been a week since his last encounter with the father of the second most irritating person in Hogwarts after Colin Creevey. The teen remembered Lockhart and Quirrell and decided that perhaps Draco Malfoy was not worth second place after all.

He swallowed the sweet and gave up on trying more. It was like there was little it could do to warm him.

"It won't be long till we reach the castle," the shabby man told the kids in the compartment.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked Harry. "Perhaps you should see Madam Pomfrey as soon as we arrive?"

"No, forget it, I'll be fine."

The ride back to the castle was quiet for the teen as were the first few days. Save for the Dementors everything ran like clockwork. And that Remus Lupin was a very good DADA professor but the teen reserved his opinion for the end of the year. So far two DADA professors had tried to kill him. This year, Harry decided he would keep out of trouble.

What he did not know was that things would get much more interesting.

For the first week nothing spectacular happened. On the contrary everything was normal, or as normal as Hogwarts life could be. Snape was impossible, Malfoy Jr. got on his nerves, Ron and Hermione bickered, Ginny fawned over him, the new DADA teacher had not tried to kill him and so on.

That is until Hedwig dropped a letter for him one particular morning. The letter at first looked normal but he could tell it was made of expensive parchment and a crest of sorts was carved on the front of the envelope. Harry rarely managed to show the same level of deductive powers Hermione had but that moment he knew this was no ordinary letter.

"Bastard," the teen muttered as he glared at the envelope. He was glad none of his Gryffindor friends heard him.

Harry turned his attention back to the letter and anger fought with curiosity. In the end the latter won and the teen had to wait till the end of the day so he could finally be alone and safely read whatever the wizard wrote him, something he promptly regretted.

That night in the safety of his bed Harry seethed.

The letter had been full of sweet words, wonderful descriptions, sinful suggestions, and immoral fantasies. And despite himself the teen found his body responding. Shamefully he reached towards the tent in his pyjama pants, his hands trembling with what he was about to do. He had masturbated before, but never while thinking of another male, and certainly never while thinking of Lucius Malfoy, or any other Malfoy for that matter.

His moves were erratic and hurried and when completion finally came it was joined with shame and anger, lots of anger.

"I hate that man!" Harry growled and bit on his pillow to keep from screaming, his tears staining the linen.

But even in his anger he was plotting revenge. That pervert would not get one up on him.

A month later…

Malfoy Manor:

Lucius was sitting smugly in front of his full length mirror. It had been nearly a month since the spicy letter he had sent to the teen that had captured his eye and he was finally getting the chance to meeting the youth up close again. The first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin was the perfect opportunity for this. The Malfoy patriarch was carefully dressed for this, even if the teen would not notice it immediately. He wore white and grey robes, a very light colour that he seldom wore. It made him look much younger and gave him a rather ethereal appearance, or at least that was what he was told.

Harry Potter would not know what hit him.

Hogwarts Quidditch pit:

Harry was dressed in his gold and red Quidditch robes. He was getting teased by Katie and Angelina again, the Twins joining in. His face was as red as the colour of his robes and by the time the whistle came for the players to come out he had been mortified. He knew he was the youngest player in the team, a curse and a blessing really, but sometimes the teasing was a bit much. Especially when the Twins were throwing him sexual innuendos. Ever since he had masturbated in his bed thinking about He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named, and that did not mean Voldemort, Harry had been especially aware of his body. He had also developed a very odd reaction to hearing the name Malfoy. If he did not get his head together soon he would make everyone believe that something was going on between him and Malfoy, Draco that is.

Lee Jordan's voice sounded in the pitch, announcing the players for the two teams and Harry cleared his head. Quidditch was the only time his head was clear of that man.

Lucius sat next to his old associate and sometime friend and Dumbledore himself as the teams came on the field. Ever since the diary incident he was extra careful around the old man, knowing of his abilities in Legilimency.

He clapped politely for his son's team even as his gaze all but devoured the Gryffindor Seeker when he flew into the field.

Perhaps it was the mind playing tricks on him, but the look on Potter's face as he flew was rivalling the one he had in the summer when he had given the boy the snog of his life. Absently Lucius thought if he would look that way later today… or glistening with sweat under him. Later. Much later. Preferably when he was old enough. When it would not earn him a Dementor's Kiss, or a lifelong stay in Azkaban.

"Who do you think will win today?" Remus Lupin asked McGonagall in the front seats.

A snort came from Severus and the cat Animagus herself.

"Obviously you have not seen Harry fly," Albus commented with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

An odd look crossed the werewolf's face. "Is he that good?"

"Better," Minerva smugly said.

"You don't have to constantly remind us of that," Severus almost sulked. "The only way Slytherin can win this game is if the brat doesn't catch the Snitch in the first hour."

"Or swallow it," Lucius added his two sickles.

The others chuckled, even Severus; they all remembered the first game Potter played in.

As the game really took off they stopped most of their comments until the game finally ended about fifty minutes later. Predictably Potter won the game for the House of Lions.

Severus Snape was a very sharp minded wizard. He noticed when Lucius vanished from the group. He knew he was not one to disappear like that, without a word or a hint. He frowned at what the blond could be up to. He remembered the talk he had had with Dumbledore once the students were sent home. It still sent shivers down his spine. Honestly who would keep a Basilisk under a school. He had been very angry at Lucius for that scheme. And he was now even more convinced that the Dark Lord was completely insane.

Also a very small part of him, and one that he would try to ignore, had been proud and in awe of the Brat that was the Potter offspring. He had thought to scoff at the idea but both he and McGonagall had been mortified and horrified when the old man told them that the 12-year-old had single handedly defeated the Monster of the Chamber with the help of the Hat and a phoenix. His ears were still ringing from his old Transfiguration Professor's shouting when she had gone off at Albus for putting the boy in such a danger. Especially at the point where the boy had actually been bitten by the beast. That he was now alive did nothing to calm either Head of House. A very large part of Severus was feeling a lot of guilt for what was happening to the Potter boy, to Lilly's boy. But his hands were tied. The bigger picture was very important.

So the Slytherin could only hope that he would only have to worry about 'Black' going after the boy, not Lucius as well.

Twenty minutes later he would be proven wrong.

Gryffindor Team's locker rooms…

Harry was tired and quite a bit hungry. Ron and Hermione had cornered him with hugs and kind words as soon as he reached the ground. He had been hit by a Bludger during the game and he had acquired a large bruise to his sides and a bit of a cracked rib that a quick spell and potion from Madame Pomfrey fixed almost immediately. So when he finally reached the locker rooms to take a much needed shower and change his team was already ready to head back to the castle. He received a great deal of pats and hugs again and by the time he had stripped and taken a shower he was alone.

Or so he thought. He had barely gotten his towel around his waist when a pair of hands clapped for him.

Green eyes widened as Lucius Malfoy stepped into his line of sight.

And Harry swallowed.

He had never seen the man in light colours before. While with his pale skin and hair it should make him look washed out it strangely fitted all the more. He had seen pictures of elves in Muggle fairy books and still Malfoy looked much more handsome than the pictures. And he knew it if the look on his face was true. Because the smugness was quickly replaced by a very predatory look. Those grey eyes travelled all over Harry's exposed body, taking in the water on the young teen and the fact that it was only a towel that was on him.

"I have to say, Harry, that you look so much better today than you did in the summer. And you've grown again."

"What are you doing here?" Harry glared him, immediately defensive. He was practically naked and completely vulnerable against Lucius Malfoy. He hadn't his wand on him and he could only hold his towel closer.

Lucius walked further inside the locker room. He was not really in a rush. It was time to step up his plan and this setting far exceeded his expectations.

"Don't come any closer," Harry warned.

The blond smirked. "Tell me, Harry…" The name rolled off his tongue in such a way that the teen shivered. "What did you think of my letter?" Lucius inquired.

This time the green eyes could rival a Basilisk's stare.

"You bastard…"

"My parents were wed," Lucius readily responded. "And I'm still surprised I was even born." He walked till he was standing right in front of Harry. "Has anyone told you that you looked quite delicious when you're wet?"

"You… you…paedophile…"

"Oh, no, my Harry," Lucius had leaned closer when he whispered those words so close to the teen's ear that the water was wetting his pristine silk outfit. "No one else but you can make me like this. Do you remember how hard you made me during the summer, mm?"

"Just… get away," Harry gasped.

"Only if you push me away."

And the Gryffindor reached out with one hand to push him, but Lucius gently, but firmly, caught that arm, bringing the teen flush against his body. The silken robes were cool, making Harry shiver. And Lucius did as well, but for an entirely different reason. The teen was wearing so little and he was so close.

Why was he resisting his urges? Really, why? Morals were not really an issue for him. And he had been a Dark Lord's… minion, no matter how he phrased that period.

'Because you want him willing,' his mind treacherously (or was that logically?) provided. 'You want those eyes dark with lust, those lips to trail every inch of your skin, those legs around your waist, that mouth keening with pleasure.'

And Lucius was getting aroused just with the images his imagination provided him. Harry was so close to him now, only a breath away.

"You will kiss me now," Lucius stated, his warm breath tickling Harry's face.

And no matter how much he wanted, Harry could not even jerk his head away. He still remembered the thoughts that tormented him since last year, last summer, since that damned letter. It was getting stronger every time.

"I won't," Harry whispered.

His reply was an infuriatingly knowing smile on the man's face. "Won't you? Don't you think of me? How warm my body is? How hard and solid I was under you? That sweet aftertaste of our kiss, the fire we felt in our veins, that unique rhythm your heart danced to every time you thought of kissing me again? Because that was how I felt when you were so close, when your soft body rubbed against me, when...mmph."

Harry had tried, he really had, but as Lucius talked he felt that fire course just under his skin. It started from the pit of his stomach, spread to his heart, making it strangely ache and then it returned downwards, making him stir. It had been a necessity; it really had felt like that. Harry had had to shut him up. He acted before he could think properly. The hand that made sure the small towel covered him was used to steadily trace that strong jaw as his mouth covered the blonde's.

And just like that they were kissing again. Nothing like the soft, tentative touching of lips.

Unlike the previous times, the moment Harry's lips touched his, Lucius kissed back with everything he had. It was much more intense than their shared kiss that summer. And so much better.

Lucius backed Harry against the wall of the shower room. The teen was distressed at the coldness of the tiles against his skin and Lucius switched them again, having the Gryffindor lean on his body alone.

The aristocrat did not care that his clothes were now wet, his hands were just too busy roaming the expanse of skin he had in his disposal. Up those slim arms, down that slender back, over two pert globes, down those silky hips…

Harry growled into the kiss. Those hands were so hot to the touch. They were making him hard again, like that time on the couch in Knockturn. He wanted to pull back, he should pull back. But he did not. He enjoyed it too much; could not get enough of the man. Those familiar large palms fondled him, making him swell and grow. Harry pulled back with a soft gasp.

Lucius caught sight of the dark, almost black colour of those unique eyes.

"I got you hard. Again."

"Shut up," Harry breathed as he kissed the man once more. He wanted more, his body wanted more. And Lucius' embrace was still addictive and unlike any other he had ever felt. The Gryffindor forgot where he was, what Lucius really was, and who he was. He just wanted more.

The pair continued kissing hard and passionately until Lucius had to push Harry away.

"No," Harry hissed. "You started this…"

He was hard and panting and he really wanted more. It was shameless of him and he was desperate no matter the wrongness of this. But Lucius just took his hand and Harry knew then the effect he had on the adult wizard.

"Merlin, Harry! You're only thirteen," Lucius' voice was hard, his breathing irregular, his lips thoroughly swollen from that kiss. Harry felt a smugness. He had managed to shake the man's composure once again. And he had made Lucius Malfoy as hard as he was. A shiver ran down Harry's spine. This was dangerous; Malfoy's eyes certainly were thunderous enough. The lust in them, the passion.

"I won't take you," Lucius whispered, mostly to remind himself of that fact. But it was getting difficult when his own erection was rubbing against Harry's body.

"I can't leave this place like this," Harry gasped.

"Swear you won't whine about this, that you won't regret it," Lucius' voice was harsh against Harry's skin.

The teen remembered how ashamed he was of his responses to Malfoy so far. In all of their encounters he had felt so good, so alive, even though the guilt and regret later had left him staggering for breath. Lucius Malfoy was practically his enemy, one of Voldemort's henchmen. And the teen was aware of his age. This was wrong, so wrong, but then again so right.

"I…"

"Swear it," Lucius' lips traced his own. "Swear that you will be mine."

Those words made Harry's heart tingle. "Yours?"

"Yesss!" the word was almost vicious in its intensity. Another shiver ran through Harry with every word that left the blonde's sinfully talented mouth. "Mine to kiss. Mine to touch. Mine to taste. Mine to have."

Harry shuddered when Lucius pushed against him. The friction was too much. "I… can't," Harry gasped.

Lucius nuzzled his neck with his nose then he licked and nipped that spot and finally he bit into the skin expertly. Harry's sensitive body gave another wonderful shudder and the teen closed his eyes.

"You… Vol…"

"Forget about him," Lucius demanded. "You and me. I will take care of you, have you always. That…man is hardly the only dark wizard with power."

"Can't," Harry mumbled. Later Harry would bless that stubborn yet logical part of his brain that still held the fort when his body had given up.

"You will, soon enough," Lucius said then. "One more year."

Harry opened his eyes. "Finish this," he demanded as he rubbed against Lucius' thigh.

The older wizard chuckled. "You, Harry Potter, are no lion." The look Harry gave him was not supposed to be on the face of the 13-year-old Boy-Who-Lived. But then again Harry Potter was not supposed to get kissed by a Death Eater, or stand naked before one. And no Death Eater, certainly no Malfoy, should act like a randy teen over an under aged wizard.

"Your words are poison," Harry told him.

"So are you for me," Lucius told Harry. He took the teen's lips again, but this time he followed it by pushing the boy away. The wild look on both their faces, the way their magic had spiked around them was suffocating both of them with its intensity.

The reality came crashing down on Harry and his legs almost gave out. Lucius as well realized how deranged he had acted. Then self preservation and reason kicked in.

"Go," Harry whispered. He shakily stood and walked to the shower. And Lucius was willing to bet this one would be ice cold, like the one he needed. The blond turned and left without another word.

And Harry fell on his knees on the cold tiles as soon as he was alone.

"What the hell came over me?" he whispered to himself. "Merlin, I almost…" he trailed off, unable to continue. It was as if he was a crazed person, acting like that. Then a thought came to him. "A spell, it has to be a spell." But even he did not truly think anyone would cast a spell like that on him. Or Lucius for that matter. That only left one option. And not a good one for Harry.

"Lucius…"

The aristocrat had barely left the teen when Severus' voice came from his side.

"Where you just in those rooms? Potter is still in there," Severus came closer, pausing as he took the Malfoy's appearance in. His dark eyes narrowed and then widened with realization. "You! Tell me you didn't."

A dark chuckle left the blond. "No worries Severus. The boy is safe. And still a virgin."

Severus paled. The shock came and went, followed by anger and fear. "What. Did. You. Do," he hissed.

"Nothing," Lucius replied, his voice equally shaken. "I did nothing."

"I don't believe you," Severus muttered.

"I'm not asking you to believe me. Or trust me," Lucius told the dark haired man. "But he's like a drug."

"I sensed the magic Lucius," Severus almost growled. "Sex magic. The air still stinks of it. I'm surprised Dumbledore has not felt it yet. What the hell happened with you and Potter?"

End of chapter

A/N: Hope this chapter made up for the long time I took to update.

If I made the professors too… well friendly, is because no students can really hear them. And pretences must be kept so you have Severus and Lucius a bit OoC, also Lucius is not a Fairy, just in case any misunderstanding is created, his image just reminded Harry of one.

Anyway, sorry for the long delay in updating. Hope you enjoyed it. And don't hate me too much for the cliffy.
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