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Harry Potter and the Raunchy Order of the Phoenix	By : rissa Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lucius Malfoy stepped into the room, eyeing everyone else in it, one at a time, with disdain. Anyone who knew him could hear his thoughts as clearly as if he'd spoken them aloud. I can't believe I have to work with these brats. I should be out leading missions, not baby-sitting. Lucius knew better than to refuse an order from Voldemort, however. At last, the pale-haired man's eyes swept away from his son and landed on Harry Potter.

"So, Mister Potter. I hadn't heard that you'd joined our merry band of villains." The right half of Lucius's mouth quirked up in a tight-lipped smirk.

"Oh, yes!" Harry said quickly, before Lucius could say another word. "I joined on an urgent call. The sleepovers they were having were far too boring! Tommy called me up and said 'Harry, it's an emergency-- bring nail polish!'" The black-haired boy batted his eyes innocently, finishing in his high pitched lispy voice.

To his credit, Lucius's face remained passive, if mildly amused. "I always thought you were a bit of a pouf, Mister Potter."

"Funny," Harry bared his teeth in a grin. "I always thought the same about you." A chuckle escaped from Lucius's lips.

"Perhaps we have more in common than we think. I shall have to arrange for us to dine together during my stay."

Draco watched this exchange, managing (barely) not to laugh at any point. At this last bit, however, he recognized the look in his father's eyes wearily. The glint, the tilt of his head, even down to the position of the eyebrows-- it was his father's hunting look, which Draco knew all too well. This did not bode well.

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At first, Draco was visibly relieved to have two hours each morning and afternoon away from Harry, working with the other Phoenixes and his father. Despite being far ahead in the lessons (Lucius ensured that as soon as he'd heard about the plans for the Order), the young blonde was learning a lot in the way of the dark arts.

Unfortunately, his time with Harry had gotten even worse now. Not because the Boy who Lived was doing anything different, but because Lucius was always there with them. Doesn't the man have anything else to do? Draco thought furiously one day, as he followed Harry to the library and found the older man already there.

And he knew why his father was there, too. He watched his fathers eyes graze over Harry's slender and attractive body, saw the older man try to brush near the other boy as often as possible, listened as Lucius spoke to the other boy and tried (failing) to rile him up.

And he knew that Harry's naive failure to even notice Lucius's "subtle" (pfft) flirtations was only going to make things worse.

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One afternoon, Harry sat in the library-- alone. Draco had afternoon classes and despite evidence to the contrary, the Gryffindor prized this time to himself. Today, however, midway through when the lesson would have been, Lucius gracefully and quietly slipped into the room and walked up to Harry's chair. Harry looked up from his book. "Mister Malfoy? What happened to your class?"

"They're taking a test," Lucius replied, smirking and seating himself at a chair next to Harry's.

"Ah," Harry replied, returning to his book. Lucius smiled, unperturbed by the act of dismissal.

"I'd rather hoped we could take some of this time to talk better, Mister Potter. We know...so little of each other, after all."

"What would you like to know?" Harry asked, curiosity tinting his voice despite his gaze remaining on the book.

"Oh, anything. What's your favorite subject in school?"

"Defense against the Dark Arts." This with a cheeky grin.

"..Ah. Yes, that makes sense. And you enjoy Quidditch? A seeker, am I right?" When Harry only nodded, Lucius prompted him to continue. "What's your favorite part about the game?"

"Oh, I don't know. The feeling of the snitch in my hands...the adrenaline rush during the chase...the expression on Draco's face every time he loses...What's not to love about the game?"

At this, Lucius let out a bark of laughter. "Draco is fairly hopeless on a broom, isn't he? At least as a seeker. Boy should have been a chaser, but no, it was all "But Father, Potter gets to be a seeker! And he was only a first year! I have to be a seeker too!"" Wiping an imaginary tear of mirth from his eye, Lucius's eyes slid to Harry, who had only cracked a quirk of a smile. "Really, Harry-- may I call you Harry? You are rather stiff conversation."

Harry's grin broadened. "I'd rather be stiff conversation than just plain...stiff."

"If we're being frank here, may I ask if you're referring to being dead or being, ah, aroused?"

"Either works in this case." Picking his book up again, Harry turned his attention away from the older man.

Lucius merely smirked and scooted his chair closer to Harry's, motioning towards the book. "Mind if I glance over your shoulder?"

Harry shrugged noncommitedly. Lucius positioned his head such that his breath lightly tickled the boy's ear, and they remained that way for several minutes. When Harry turned the page and turned his head towards Lucius to start reading the next page, Lucius seized the opportunity and pressed his lips to his prey's.

Harry showed no surprise at the movement, nor did he show any interest in returning the kiss. He was probably wondering something to the effect of what is it with these Malfoys, anyway? When Lucius finally pried his lips away from Harry's soft, youthful ones, he had a look of mild disappointment on his face.

"You really are rather anti-social, Mister Potter."

"What, just because I don't want to snog you?"

Lucius wrinkled his nose at Harry's use of such muggle slang, but only for a split second. He then forcefully pulled Harry's book away and leaned over the arms of both chairs until he was mere centimeters from the Boy who Lived's face, staring piercingly into the startlingly green eyes. "I could make you want to."

Harry raised one eyebrow. "Really? I rather thought you were above using the Imperius curse to lure young boys to your bed."

Fury flashed across Lucius's face, but he mastered himself before it could even be registered. "I could make you want to...without any sort of magic spell at all, Harry."

The other eyebrow lifted to meet its twin. "Oh--" And again, before Harry could even finish his thought, a pair of Malfoy lips met his own, this time with a tongue to go with it. Harry rolled his eyes up at the directness and stubbornly refused to respond.

Convinced now that the direct-kiss method wasn't going to work, Lucius softly kissed his way down Harry's chin to his ear, then down his neck, then to his fingers. Harry squirmed slightly as Lucius's hands began to wander towards the crotch of his pants, gently rubbing the hardening flesh through the light slacks that the boy was wearing on this summer day. The hand moved swiftly to the button and zipper and deftly undid both. Harry started to marvel at Lucius's ability to do this one-handed but stopped as he felt his cock suddenly engulfed in something soft and wet-- Lucius's mouth. Harry blinked back his surprise and relaxed, preparing to thoroughly enjoy what was going on.

Lucius quite clearly knew what he was doing, and before long Harry was ready to climax. Unfortunately for Lucius, Harry had been struggling to keep this a secret, and the elder Malfoy's eyes widened in surprise when the Boy who Lived yanked the blonde hair and proceeded to orgasm deep in the older man's throat.

Thinking and moving quickly, Harry did his pants back up and sprinted towards the door of the library, pausing only to turn back and wink, "Thanks, Mister Malfoy. That was quite fun!" before opening the door and rushing out.

Lucius was still on his knees in front of Harry's chair, mouth open and gaping, ignorant of the sticky substance dripping down his chin.

Elsewhere in the base, another person had a long, hearty laugh at his expense.
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