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Being A Consort	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Second longest chapter and/or one-shot I have ever written!!!

All of your questions are about to be answered!!!! Ok, maybe not quite all of them, but a lot of them. I honestly did not think I’d have chapter 6 done today. If I manage to keep up with posting every three days, then chapter 5 will be up some time on Friday. But really, there’s probably not much of a chance of me being able to finish chapter 7 in that much time. This is a complete guess and depends on whether or not I come up with more plot than I already have, but I’m thinking this story will have 9 chapters, including the epilogue, which is already written. I will inform you if it gets longer.

Warnings: sex, sex, and more sex. This chapter contains lots of man on man lovin’! Including: anal, rimming,  sexy Lucius, and what is probably classified as OOCness, but there’s a good reason!!! Un-beta’d, all mistakes are my own. If you spot any, don’t hesitate to let me know!!!

Now please read, review and enjoy!!!! (review responses for chap. 3 at bottom)

An entire month passed in roughly the same manner as that first day. I’d wake up with Tom, we’d eat breakfast, and then he’d go off do to some work while I’d go hang out with my friends. We’d meet back up at dinner after which, he’d take me to bed and ravish me until I passed out.

Twice he was gone over night to over see the repairs of the castle and both times he came back and fucked me until I screamed myself hoarse. We spent almost the entirety of those days in bed.

The second time he was gone for the day, I went to The Room, I didn’t want to refer to it as anything else, to find that Professor McGonagall, Hermione, and Remus had been giving their wands back already. They showed me some spells they could still do and ones they couldn’t, like Stupefy. McGonagall tried some transfiguration as well. Most of it worked but if she tried to turn anything into something dangerous, it would stop halfway and turn into something fluffy and innocent.

For the first time since I’d been there, Tom took me to a meeting with him. It was the only room I hadn’t seen the inside of yet and I could see why, it was a little intimidating.

There were no windows, not even enchanted ones, and the entire room was made of a rough, dark colored stone. The only light was provided by candles that flickered ominously. It was a stark contrast as the rest of the mansion was done in wood or marble.

All of his Death Eaters were there, standing in front of their chairs waiting for permission to sit. My friends were there as well, only they were manacled together in a corner and had no place to sit. I gave them the most apologetic look I could manage and mouthed, ‘I’m sorry’. The ones that could see me nodded but Ron didn’t even look in my direction.

I followed Tom to the front of the room where there was a throne on a raised dais. There was a big squishy cushion on the left of the throne and I didn’t even need to think to know whose seat that was.

Tom motioned for me to sit and I did. It took me a minute to find my balance on the unevenly stuffed pillow but I managed eventually. He nodded to the rest of the group and watched them sit before sitting himself. It probably had something to do with that whole ‘no head shall be higher than mine’ thing. Obviously that didn’t count outside of this room since several of his followers, such as Lucius and Snape, were taller than him and he didn’t make them crawl around.

“Malfoy.” It was all he said but apparently there was a complete order behind it.

In the front row, Lucius stood from his seat and moved to stand directly in front of Tom. In the second row, Draco had stood up and moved to the front of the room as well, leaving a couple of feet between him and his father. A few moments later, Narcissa joined them from the very back row and stood between them.

None of them had their wands. That much became obvious when Snape stepped forward a moment later and set them at Tom’s feet. He snatched them up and examined each one in turn, the suspense causing the youngest Malfoy to squirm.

Finally he set them aside and regarded the three standing in front of them. I had no clue what was happening but they at least had an idea. I could see the fear in each of their eyes.

Tom brought out his own wand and fingered it for a minute. He smirked and looked at me. I knew that look. It seemed he had just come up with a new use for his wand and was planning on trying it out on me. A shiver ran up my spine and I tried to stave off my erection.

Then, to my horror, Tom turned his wand on the blonde woman and uttered two words I never wanted to hear again. She was dead before she hit the ground. Draco screamed and dropped to his knees while the elder Malfoy just stood there, stiff as a board and staring straight ahead, almost as if he was unaffected by it.

In my shock, I lost my balance on the lumpy cushion and fell forward, nearly smacking my face on the floor. “You promised.” I said in a choked whisper. I was yanked up by my hair.

“I said unless I deemed it a fitting punishment. Personally, I thought this would be perfect, both of you punished in one act; Narcissa for lying to me and you for the same crime.” He nearly spat in my face.

“B-but… that w-was before.” I stammered. He let go of my hair and I flopped back onto the cushion.

“Yes, it was. I had planned on over looking your past misconduct but this one I just couldn’t let go of.” He petted the top of my head and stood up.

Tom sneered down at the sobbing blonde boy before turning his attention to the rest of his room. “You can all either go home or eat supper in the kitchen. Harry and I will be dining alone tonight. Afterward, he will be confined to his room and you may use him in anyway you wish, as long as he is alive and relatively unscathed in the morning.”

I froze in absolute fear. I could not believe what he just said. How could he do that do me? I thought he cared about me, at least in some small way. He always took care of me after sex, even when it wasn’t necessary. Why would he do this?

It wasn’t until he pulled me up by my arm that I realized he had been trying to get me to go with him. I followed him in a daze and barely noticed my friends’ angry words at him and words of sympathy to me. It was when Ron started screaming at him and pulling on his chains that the full severity of what was going on hit me. I was going to be raped, repeatedly.

I silently followed Tom to the dining hall. I knew he was talking to me but I wasn’t listening, being too busy of trying to think of ways out of this. I could have offered him my body but he already had that. Nothing else came to me after that.

Dinner was silent as well, on my part at least. Tom continued to talk about… whatever. I don’t really think he had intended for me to actually listen, more he just liked to hear himself speak. That revelation hit me hard. Half of the time he talked, he dragged out whatever he was saying until it was twice as long as necessary.

Every so often, I’d glance up at him to see him staring down at me. I’d swear he looked sorry but then his expression would harden and he’d nod to himself. It made me wonder.

After he was finished eating, he didn’t wait for me to clean my plate because I’d only taken two bites anyhow, he escorted me to my room and made it unable to open from the inside with a spell, I know, I tried.

I’m not sure how long I was in there, I never thought to cast a tempus charm, before someone came in, just that it was starting to get dark when the door finally opened.

I didn’t bother to look at my first rapist, just waited with my head down.

“Harry.” My head snapped up. That’s not who I was expecting. I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong, it wasn’t Malfoy Sr., it was Snape.

I snorted. “I know you hate me, but I didn’t think it was this much.”

“That’s not why I’m here.” He stated and pulled a tiny bag out of his pocket after he locked the door. He set the bag on the bed next to me and enlarged it.

Curious, I peeked in it as he started pulling potions out and shoved them into my hands. I stared at them, wondering what the hell was going on.

“Don’t just stare at them, Potter, drink them.” He snapped.

I picked one out and read the label. Prevents Scarring. Without hesitation I popped the cork and downed it. “Why are you helping me?” I asked.

“First of all, I think this is just a test to see who would actually dare touch his consort, even with permission. Second, because it is completely unnecessary and barbaric. At least with Narcissa, what he did was understandable, if a bit extreme.” He replied as he moved to my nightstand and started piling potions in there. “Pain relievers.” He stated. “As well as a few more of all those.” I also saw a familiar jar of healing salve.

I turned back to the potions in my lap. Numbing. I supposed that would be helpful.

“You’ll need to take that one every two hours. It stops working after you’ve taken three and it doesn’t stop all pain from getting through, only minor injuries such as small cuts and bruises.” He explained when he saw which one I had just taken.

Anti-burn.

“I highly doubt any of them will actually burn you but they may cast spells that make you feel as if you’re burning. If that happens, make sure you scream and not laugh as it causes you to feel tickling instead.”

Contraceptive. I moved to pull out the cork then froze. What?!

“Why the hell are you giving me this?” I shouted. Snape rolled his eyes.

“To keep you from turning into a *Smurf— why do you think!”

“But I’m a guy.” I argued.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. “Magically powerful males can be impregnated in the Wizarding World. Both partners have to be powerful and I don’t think any of them are strong enough but you never know.” He shrunk his bag and headed back for the door. “Make sure you take the rest of those.”

“Wait; are there spells that can do the same thing?” I asked. He nodded at the door and then left me alone. That could explain the weird spell Tom always cast on me before sex.

Once he was gone, I took that last potion and stuck it in the back of a drawer in my dresser. I couldn’t help but think me was messing with me. Wouldn’t someone have mentioned it to me before?

I cast Tempus several times as I waited for my first torturer to appear, partly for something to do and partly so I’d know when to take the next numbing potion.

It was over an hour before the door opened again. A shock of blonde hair told me this was who I’d been expecting; I did technically get his wife killed after all.

“Potter!” Lucius spat as he shut and locked the door behind him. He staggered his way toward my bed and I assumed he had been drinking in the hours beforehand. He lost his balance when he attempted to sit and collapsed at my feet. He didn’t move for several minutes and I finally figured out he was crying.

I wasn’t really sure what I should do. Obviously he planned on coming up here to harm, and maybe rape, me if he felt like it, but he was still hurting and I couldn’t help but want to make him feel better.

So, I slid off the bed and knelt on his other side. “I’m sorry.” I whispered as a placed a comforting hand on his back.

He suddenly jerked and sat up, propping himself up against the bed frame and blinking at me. It seemed like he’d forgotten where he was. “Potter.” It wasn’t nearly as loud or as harsh as before, not much more than a whisper really. “You are such a good person, Harry.” He slurred.

I was a little taken aback when he used my first name. “Th-thank… you?” I said uncertainly.

“I didn’t even love her, not as a wife, at least. She was a friend, a good friend who happened to provide half the DNA for my son. It was a marriage of convenience really. There wasn’t time for dating or falling in love.” I don’t really think he was talking to me at the time. More like trying to help ease his own suffering.

“I didn’t know that.” I said softly, trying to give him a reason to continue speaking. He looked at me in surprise again before looking past me and staring into space.

I guess I spaced out too because the next thing I knew, a hand was cupping my cheek and Lucius' face was very close to mine.

“I can see why Tom chose you. You’re very pretty, Harry.” I wasn’t sure what to make of that. I’d never been called pretty before, feminine, girlish but never pretty. “You have the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen.” He mumbled. “Right now, I can see that you’re confused but you’re also concerned. Why are you concerned?” I’d never been so glad I didn’t have my glasses.

“I… I’m worried about you.” I replied, hoping that would be a good enough answer for his drunken mind. I was very aware of the hand still on my cheek, his thumb now rubbing soft circles on it.

“You shouldn’t worry.” He said after a pause. “It makes you look sad. You’d be prettier if you were happy.” I blushed but held in a smile. He smiled though and brought his other hand up to my other cheek. “That looks pretty too.”

I hadn’t any idea what prompted him to say those things, but each one made my heart flutter. So I didn’t try and stop him when he continued.

“You are very pretty.”

“You said that already.”

Lucius frowned. “I did..? No matter. But you look so sad. I could make you happy.” He whispered and leaned a little closer to my face. There was only one possible meaning behind that.

Before I could react, his mouth was on mine. He didn’t even move, just sat there with our lips pressed together.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing, or why, when I opened my mouth but I did and that seemed to be close enough to permission for him. His tongue immediately sought out mine and curled around it, drawing a moan from me.

Lucius' hands moved from my face to my shoulders and then down to my waist. He pulled me against him and I wrapped my arms around his neck to tangle my hands in his unbound hair.

When he leaned back against the bed again, I straddle his lap and pressed as much of my body into his as I could. I could feel his arousal through his pants, he’d forgone his robes, and I got harder.

With a last nip, he pulled just far enough away to speak. “Bed?” He panted. I nodded and his mouth was immediately back on mine. I could taste something sweet and I guessed it was from what ever wine he’d been drinking earlier.

His arms tightened around me and he stood up uneasily. Lucky for him the bed was right behind him because he fell backwards once he was standing. We hardly noticed anything more than the fact that we were on the bed now.

With surprising strength and coordination for a drunk guy, completely the opposite of before, he managed to flip us over. I backed up to be fully on the bed and he crawled over me, nudged my legs apart and lowered himself between them, pressing his hips into mine.

I desperately tried to rub up against him but he pressed down harder and held onto my hips. I could only assume he just wanted me to know it was there.

“Lucius, please.” I begged when he started placing open mouthed kisses along my neck.

“Soon.” He breathed in my ear. Then he sucked on the spot just below it, one of my more sensitive places, and I bucked against him, despite his tight hold on me. “He doesn’t deserve you.” He whispered before capturing my lips in a soul searing kiss. Part of me couldn’t help but agree with him and the other part didn’t want to think about what would happen if I left Tom, even if it had nothing to do with the man on top of me.

I felt his fingers fumble with the buttons on my shirt. He got one undone but as he tried to undo the second, he some how got the first one back in its hole. In the end, he just grabbed each side and tore it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

His hands were all over the skin he’d just revealed, tickling my sides and pinching my nipples. I never knew you could giggle and moan at the same time.

I arched against him when his mouth descended on one of the hardened nubs. “Oh fuck.” I moaned and threw my head back.

After paying far too much attention to that nipple, Lucius sat up and attempted to remove his own clothing. Failing several times to undo even a single a button, he dropped his hands to his sides and huffed indignantly. Then he seemed to remember he had a wand and quickly patted himself down trying to find it.

A few moments passed before he thought to check the floor. He obviously found it when he peeked over the edge of the bed because he scrambled off it almost immediately. He smirked triumphantly when he stood back up with it in hand.

With a wave of his wand and an incantation I couldn’t understand because it was slurred, his clothes flew from his body and landed in a heap on the floor. It was obvious he hadn’t done it quite right because I heard the sounds of ripping fabric. I’m pretty sure your clothing is supposed to remain intact when done probably. But damn he was hot for a guy in his early forties.

I knew I should probably feel disgusted by that but Tom was technically in his seventies, even if his body wasn’t. I smiled inwardly. Would that make him or me closer to being a pedophile?

Lucius then turned his wand on me and cast the same spell. I heard my clothes ripping and felt them tug against my skin as they were torn off. That’s when I realized he hadn’t even performed the proper spell. All he did was banish them from our bodies.

I was still staring and probably drooling when he climbed back on the bed and settled over me again. His mouth went back to my chest only this time he tortured the other nipple, his hands constantly moving, grabbing my hips or sliding up my thighs.

His cock was pressing into my hip and I could feel he was bigger than Tom. I briefly feared for the safety of my arse before he wiped any and all thought from my mind.

I slipped a hand between us, reached down and grabbed it to get a better comparison. Oh yeah, he was at least two inches longer and half an inch wider than the only other man I’d ever been with. I hoped this was one of those times when bigger meant better.

“Merlin, you’re big.” I panted as Lucius rained kisses and nips all over my torso.

“Mmm, the better to fuck you with, my dear.” It vaguely occurred to me that I should be wondering how he knew a line from Little Red Riding Hood. But I lost my train of thought when his hand brushed passed my erection and started teasing my hole. “Do you have any lube?” he breathed over my hardened flesh.

I didn’t. All of that stuff was kept in Tom’s room, not that I’d suggest he go knocking and ask to borrow some as if it were sugar. But I had another idea. I wiggled out from underneath him and crawled to the edge of my bed to search through my nightstand.

“Will this work?” I asked as I came back with the jar of healing salve. He took it and read the label. Then he opened it just to be sure before he nodded.

“Perfectly.” He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back under him. “Flip over.” He ordered.

Once I was on my stomach, he gripped my hips and pulled me up onto my knees, my head still resting on the mattress. I didn’t question what he was doing because Tom had put me in this position many times.

He started laughing before he did anything though and I was confused and embarrassed, thinking he was laughing at me.

“W-what’s so funny?” I stuttered, terrified of what he was going to say.

I felt him peel something off of me. “You had a button stuck to your arse.” I turned my head to see that he did have a button in his hand.

Lucius tossed the bit of plastic over his shoulder before returning his attention to me, his tongue skimming over my right cheek. I figured that’s where the indentation from the button must’ve been.

Suddenly he spanked me and I yelped. “Oh, don’t like that?”

“Not really.” I replied, hoping he wouldn’t do it again. Tom probably would have.

There was a moment when nothing happened before I felt something warm and wet prodding my entrance. I assumed it was a finger until it flattened out and started running over the pucker. That was when I figured out it was his tongue.

Lucius Malfoy had his tongue nearly in my ass. Tom absolutely never would have put his mouth anywhere near there. Fuck did it feel good though.

“Holy fuck, Lucius.” I moaned when the wet muscle pushed into me.

“I take it you’ve never been rimmed before.” He said after removing his tongue for a moment.

“N-no.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” I breathed. “Oh Merlin, yes.”

When he dove back in, his hands grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart to give him better access. Then I felt a finger wriggle its way in next to his tongue seconds later.

“Please.” I whined, desperately wanting more than just a single finger and a tongue inside me.

Lucius stopped and pulled away. I heard him open the jar and a moment later I was moaning loudly as a slick finger entered me.

After only a few twists and pumps, a second digit joined the first and immediately began scissoring to open me up for a bigger cock than I was used to. I was torn between wanting to be prepared properly so I wasn’t hurt and being prepared quickly so we could get to the fucking already.

I started getting impatient after several minutes of just those two fingers so I started pushing back, hard, desperately trying to get them deeper inside me to hit that one spot that would make me scream.

The fingers suddenly stopped and there was a harsh nip to my left butt cheek. “Patience, Harry. You don’t want to tear, do you?” I shivered from the huskiness of his voice and shook my head. “Good. Now just enjoy what I’m doing to you.”

Immediately after he finished speaking, Lucius' fingers withdrew and I whimpered at the loss. Only seconds later, they were back and three were being pushed into me. I groaned and rocked against them, still wanting more.

“Harry!” He reprimanded and lightly pinched my arse.

“I’m sorry! Just… more please!” I nearly sobbed from how badly I wanted him in me. He sighed and rested his forehead against my hip.

I cried out in pain when he suddenly spread his fingers wide then closed them again. He repeated it a few times before ramming them into me and finally striking my prostate. I choked on a moan and lost my breath for a minute.

“Aahhhh… please just fuck me already, please!!!” I begged pathetically and reached between my legs to find the release I’d been denied for far too long in my opinion.

In the blink of an eye, Lucius grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm around behind my back. It didn’t hurt, just surprised me. I felt him sit up fully on his knees before squeezing my wrist a little in warning and freeing it. I moved it back down and lifted my torso so I was on my hands and knees.

Then large hands grabbed my hips and my entrance was prodded. If I thought he felt big in my hand, he was fucking huge when he was inside me.

I bowed my head and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back tears from the pain of being stretched more than I was used to. He stopped once the head was in and I breathed again, willing myself to relax.

By the time his hips were pressing against my ass, my erection had almost completely wilted. It had never hurt this bad with Tom. But then again, Tom was only about three quarters the size of Lucius.

Soft, large hands started running along my back and sides, soothing and relaxing me. It felt like an eternity later when I was finally ready for him to move. Lucius must have really been paying attention to me, too, because it seem like he knew the exact moment I was ready.

Instead of his hands going back to my hips, he wrapped his arms around my waist and practically draped himself over my back. Again, I found myself comparing him to Tom.

Whenever he had me like this, he stayed up right with a bruising grip on my hips or waist. Lucius touching so much of me at once made it feel more intimate somehow. It made me realize how little Tom and I touched beyond what was necessary. I liked Lucius’ way better.

When he pulled out, it was slow and I could feel every inch of him sliding along my inner walls. I felt, as much as heard, his groan vibrate through my body. I’d never heard anything so sexy in my entire life and my cock twitched with renewed interest.

As he thrust back in, his length brushed along my prostate and I nearly screamed. He then tightened his hold on me as he sped up a little and I began pushing back.

I noticed that when he thrusted forward, it wasn’t just with his hips. He put his whole body behind it and used his arms around me to pull me back onto him. I had thought that Tom wanting to have sex with me meant that he actually wanted me but this, it was difficult for me not to blurt out, “I love you!” Even if I didn’t actually feel it.

Then, all of a sudden, Lucius stopped. I froze, wondering for a moment if I actually said it out loud, until one of his hands slid around my shaft and started pumping it. He started placing kisses along my neck and shoulders and I realized just what an attentive lover he was. Anyone would be lucky to have him in bed with them.

Lucius continued to stroke my cock at an agonizingly slow pace and I, naturally wanting more, attempted to thrust into his hand. He groaned and tightened the arm that was still around me, holding me firmly against him so I couldn’t move. “Let me touch you.” He said simply.

I whimpered then moaned when his hand picked up the pace, occasionally palming the head and smearing the pre-come that I was leaking. His other hand slid up to my chest, I made sure to hold still, and started playing with my nipples with feather-light touches. The contrasting feelings had my orgasm slamming into me, my come spraying onto the blanket below.

My arms lost their strength and I collapsed with my arse still in the air and Lucius still inside me.

Before I recovered, he pulled out and turned me onto my back further over on the bed so that I wasn’t lying in my own fluids. Then, in one swift motion, he was inside me again, sliding over me as he moved.

I arched against him as my prostate was assaulted over and over again and my hands twisted in the covers.

“Lucius!” I gasped as I writhed beneath him, blooding rushing to fill my cock once again.

My legs and arms went around him and pulled him as close to me as possible. His arms slipped under my shoulder blades and held onto my shoulders, giving him more leverage to keep his hard, but slow, pace.

“Harry.” He moaned and tilted his head to press his lips to mine. Hearing my name in his silky voice had me answering his moan with one of my own. I slid my hands up his back to tangle in his white-blonde hair and keep our mouths together.

At that moment, I would have rather died than stop kissing him. This wasn’t just hard fucking like with Tom, again I couldn’t help but notice how much more I was enjoying being with Lucius, this was making love. I knew it, he knew it, hell, the bed we were on probably knew it.

My second orgasm came slowly. I felt it building up every step of the way. And when the pleasure peaked and crashed over me, I felt tears in my eyes. That was unexpected.

It was only a few moments later that Lucius stiffened and flooded me with the warmth of his seed. He rested his head against my neck until he could breathe a little better and then rolled off of me.

It was about a minute later that he finally spoke, sounding frantic. “Oh Merlin, Harry. Did I hurt you?” My confusion must’ve shown because he elaborated with, “You’re crying.”

I reached a hand up to wipe my face and realized that I was practically sobbing. When I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a croaking sound.

Lucius sat up suddenly and scrambled to the other end of the bed. I had no idea what he was doing until he came back with the jar of healing salve. He immediately dipped a finger in it, as it was still open, and moved to apply it.

Before he got anywhere near my entrance, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. I cleared my throat and swallowed a couple of times before I tried speaking again. “I’m not hurt.”

“Are you sure?” I couldn’t believe how scared he looked. Hadn’t he originally come up to torture me or something? Maybe he was still drunk.

I nodded and let go of his hand. He scrapped the cream back into the jar and set it aside on a nightstand. Then to my surprise, he crawled up beside me and held me.

“Why are you crying?” He asked softly and ran a hand over my hair. I curled up against him and tried to make the tears stop but they wouldn’t.

“I… I d-don’t know.” I really didn’t. It didn’t even feel like I should be crying, but I was.

The arms around me tightened. “Tom.” It wasn’t a question.

I thought about all the comparisons I made between the two men over the last hour or so and it hit me; Tom didn’t care about my pleasure at all. The only reason he let me get off at all was to add to his pleasure. Lucius just wanted me to feel good.

The first revelation led me to a second one and I snapped my head up to look Lucius in the face, my tears abruptly stopping. “I don’t like him touching me.”

I mean, obviously it felt good and being a teenager filled with raging hormones, I wasn’t adverse to someone else bringing me to orgasm but the fact that it was Tom, Lord Voldemort, suddenly disgusted me. What I didn’t understand though, was why.

The two of us continued to lay together in silence, one of Lucius’ arms around me, the other hand running through my hair.

Sometime later, his hand stopped and the arm around me went limp. I looked up to see that he had fallen asleep and I shook his shoulder a little.

“Lucius.” I whispered. “Lucius.” All he did was grunt and roll onto his stomach. I figured he must’ve passed out from a combination of exhaustion and the alcohol that was in his system.

I found my wand and slipped out of bed. Then I went to his pile of clothes and repaired them before spelling them back onto him. It probably wouldn’t have been a good idea to let Tom find a naked Lucius in my bed.

After that, I levitated him so that he was all the way over from the side of the bed that I was going to sleep on. I vanished the evidence of our sex from the bed and myself and found an extra blanket in a cupboard to cover him with.

When I was finished cleaning up, I dug through my clothes until I found a pair of pajamas, something I hadn’t worn since I’d woken up there over a month ago. I slipped into them, climbed back into bed, and was out before I could really think about anything that had happened that night.



Show of hands, how many people did I completely throw off?? Don’t be shy; I’m sure there are many of you.

*Severus’ father was a muggle and Harry was raised by muggles, therefore it is plausible that they have both at least heard of the little blue creatures. That and I just like the way it sounds. =D

Thank you everyone who has reviewed so far!!!!

uneeded: I hope you got some of the answers you were looking for!!!

Tesgura: Were you or were you not thrown off??? As much as I love HP/SS, this is not the case here.

moontika, shadowwolf03, Jeanette: Thanks again for putting your email addresses with your reviews and I already responded that way.

ladynightvamp: Well, I can't really answer any of your wonderings because it would give too much away. But no, Tom WILL NOT be passing Harry around. He is possessive and yes it WAS a test. His followers weren't actually supposed to touch Harry.

Dxinsider: I think you now know that won't be happening.

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