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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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Despite being clearly able to anticipate where Draco's fingers were going, Harry was unable to avoid the sudden arching of his back and the swift exhaling as the soft, warm fingers gently caressed the tender flesh of his neck.

Draco didn't even try to supress the smirk that glimmered on his face. "I think...I found your weak spot." Harry might have replied, but the blonde dipped his head down and began to nibble at the writhing boy's neck.

The door slammed open and Draco sat up swiftly, preparing to give a severe tongue-lashing to whoever had dared to enter the library at such an inconvient moment. All the words were struck from his brain by the sight of his father, who was obviously (at least, it was obvious to Draco) struggling to contain his anger. After a moment, a false expression of bemusement settled itself on the man's face, his lip quirked into a smirk.

"Terribly sorry to interrupt, boys, but you're both late to dinner. Voldemort has specifically requested that everyone be there tonight." With that, Lucius swept elegantly out of the room, his calm demeanor belied by his slamming of the door.

Draco, still sitting straddled on the Boy who Lived, stared at the door, wondering if his father was jealous enough to do something really bad. But shouldn't he be proud? Draco had been raised to get what he wanted, as had Lucius...and Draco had clearly beaten his father at his own game. Hadn't he read somewhere that fathers were supposed to be proud to be outdone by their children? During this deliberation, the aforementioned Boy, who had remained lying on the floor staring at the ceiling in an attempt to recover his own dignity during Lucius's visit, began to stand up, pulling the blonde up with him.

"Well. I'm not hungry," Harry sighed and started towards the door. After a moment, Draco followed.

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At this point, it is finally time to stop neglecting the feelings of our hero, Harry Potter.

It was clear to everyone who'd known him before that the boy had changed significantly in the space of the month between the third Triwizard task and the day he was kidnapped by the Order. Where he was once polite to everyone (except Malfoy) and a bit on the naive side, he now had a scathing wit and an aura of having seen and done things that normally people didn't. And though everyone knew that this was actually true, it didn't help them shake the feeling that the green-eyed boy was greater than perhaps even he knew.

Harry himself had noticed the change. Since Cedric's death, he'd re-thought his values and changed his mind about many of them. It had suddenly hit him how short his life was probably going to be, so he'd decided to enjoy every possible minute of it. He'd started to disobey the Dursleys, realizing that there was little they could do to them. He used some school money to go back to Diagon Alley so he could exchange for muggle money, and began using said muggle money to go out and enjoy himself. He walked to the park and tried his hand at sketching, he went out to the cinema, and he even made a few friends out of the other kids who wandered around the city. He'd dabbled in marijuana, had gone out with his new friends to get his tattoo, and almost got his tongue pierced once, but backed out at the last second. He hadn't had sex with anyone yet, but he'd made out with both his male and female friends and learned a good deal from them about the art of seduction, crass though the other teenagers were.

When he'd suddenly found himself in the middle of Voldemort's base, he knew immediately that Voldie wasn't gonna kill him, simply because the now young man hadn't done so already. Tom Riddle wasn't stupid enough to require Harry to be awake for his own death, especially considering his last-second-evasion skills (or luck-- Harry read some books about karma and couldn't help wonderin may maybe his ability to stay alive was supposed to make up for his crappy living situation).

More disturbing than the kidnapping was his reception. In every eye, Harry's new-found street-smarts saw desire. At first he thought that perhaps the Slytherins just had an unnatural attraction to virgins, but even after he'd been fucking Draco for a week it was still there. Worst of all was the fact that he saw the same look in both Voldemort and--ew--Lucius Malfoy. Just what was it with these Malfoys anyway? Assuming everyone wanted them like that. Just because they were all blonde and sexy and everything. Bah.

Harry realized almost immediately that Draco really wanted him. And, well, the other boy was extremely attractive. And funny, when he was making fun of people that Harry didn't care about (i.e. Snape, the other Slytherins, and his own father). Yes, Harry found himself devastatingly attracted to the blonde, and while he wasn't sure why, he chose to go along for the ride.

Lucius, on the other hand...perhaps it was the fact that he was so old. Plus he'd been involed in Harry's parents' murder directly. Or perhaps it was simply that he, unlike Draco, kept his reactions fully veiled. Draco prided himself on his ability to react as he so chose, but Harry saw through his facades easily. Lucius, on the other hand...it seemed like nothing could get a reaction out of him. Harry imagined it would be like trying to have sex with a particularly horny rock, or something equally inanimate. It just wouldn't be fun if the person he was with wasn't writhing and moaning his name.

There was no one else in the base who interested Harry sexually. The other students were boring, and other than Voldemort and Lucius there were no adults. And...Voldemort? The idea was laughable.

Which is why, the next morning, the utterly pissed expression that Draco had on his face when Voldemort gave him the day off confused Harry so much.

"Draco, you've been completing my orders so well that I want you to take the day off. Harry will spend the day with me, instead. Perhaps you can go to Hogsmeade, to pick up your school supplies? After all, the year starts in less than a week."

Suspicion flickered across Draco's face, followed closely by fury. Before Harry could begin to wonder what that meant, the blond had mastered himself and nodded shortly. "Hogsmeade, then. I'll just...go talk to Father about it." With that, the young man attempted to leave the room casually, but his quick, anxious steps belied his nonchalance. Voldemort seemed not to notice.

Spending the whole day with Voldemort wasn't so bad, Harry thought as they sat in the library after lunch. In fact, except for the lack of sex and humor, it was about the same as spending time with Draco. Rethinking this statement, Harry mentally shook his head. Without the sex and humor, there was no time with Draco. Anyway, he'd spent the morning walking around the base with Voldemort, simply passing the time with small talk. They'd had lunch, and were now sitting quietly in the library, each reading a novel. And then, Lucius joined them.

"My lord?" Malfoy the Elder slammed open the door with a suddenness that made Harry jump. Why must he always do that? the boy thought with annoyance, returning to his book, but not without noticing the swift glare that Voldemort sent in Malfoy's general direction.

"What is it, Lucius?" the (self-styled, it should be noted) Dark Lord asked in a warning tone.

"One of ours has been captured, sir. I'm afraid that they will pass on information. What would you like me to do?

Voldemort could have screamed. It would have to be the one thing he had to take care of personally, wouldn't? A Death Eater-- for the Phoenixes were not yet being sent out --being captured meant that he would have to be killed immediately, before he could leak any useful information. Voldemort couldn't trust anyone else to do that.

"I will take care of it. Harry, I expect to be back within the hour." Voldemort kept his eyes on Lucius all this time.

"Er..yes, okay then. I'll, um, see you for dinner then?" Harry had never really picked up the etiquette of what to do in a situation like this.

Lucius took a seat next to Harry and merely studied him, albeit intently. Harry, meanwhile, studied his novel, equally intently. They sat like this for at least twenty minutes, when Lucius finally made his move. Snatching the book away from the boy, Lucius pulled Harry onto his lap and began kissing him frenziedly, from mouth to chin to neck-- Lucius failed to notice how this got more reaction from Harry than anything else, and therefore continued to move down to fingers, and then, once he got Harry's shirt unbuttoned, nipples. It was at this point that Harry, who was feeling great pain in his back as Lucius was forcing him up against the corner of the table they'd been sitting at, levelled a punch at his assailant. Lucius dodged, but lost his grip on the other boy in the process. Harry took the opportunity to move away from the edge of the table, but misjudged Lucius's ability to recuperate and soon found himself slammed on his back on top of the table with the determined older blond on top of him, his wrists bound magically above his head and held by one of Lucius's strong hands.

"Best not to even try struggling, Potter..." Madness seethed through Lucius's teeth as he used his spare hand to undo the young boy's pants. "...show you to pick my own brat over me..."

"Is THAT what this is?!" Harry yelled furiously. "You're just jealous because I'm sleeping with Draco?!"

"You might as well be sleeping with me," Lucius smirked. "My son is me. Or near enough, at any rate. I've just got more...experience...in making these affairs pleasurable. Quite an oversight on your part, Potter, but swiftly remedied..." Finally succeeding in tearing Harry's pants and boxers off, the Boy who Lived squirmed in discomfort at his own nakedness in the presence of this man.

"Pretty pathetic if you have to force me, you know." He knew it was a mistake the moment he said it, but the new Harry couldn't resist dishing out a jibe when it was well deserved. Lucius gave him a light slap across the face.

"After I'm done, I'll spank you for that. But for now..." Lucius began removing his own pants. It was now that Harry began to struggle in earnest-- this couldn't really be happening, could it? kept flashing through his head as he began to panic.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A voice boomed suddenly. Harry froze as Lucius's now-dead body collapsed on top of him, the silver eyes staring straight through him. After a brief pause, Harry began to flail wildly.

"GET IT OFF! GET IT AWAY!" he shrieked, scarcely knowing what he was doing. Voldemort rushed swiftly from the door and threw Lucius's corpse off of the frightened boy, and then produced a small vial from his pocket.

"Here, Harry, take this, that's a good boy..."

Almost instantly, Harry felt his body relax. It was a bit like being on pot, really, whatever it was. A calming potion, perhaps? The raven-haired boy found himself no longer caring exactly what potion he had taken, or about the fact that Lucius Malfoy had just been killed, or that the man who saved him was the same man who killed his parents. Harry's only worries were what was going on at that very moment. And what was going on at that very moment was that he was clinging to a very attractive man, who was holding him tightly and running his hands through his hair and uttering soothing things.

Then, suddenly-- or was it slowly? Harry discovered that he couldn't remember more than a few seconds ago --the mouth that had been soothing him was at his neck, licking, nibbling, sucking, and the hands that had been in his hair were wandering over his whole body, caressing him gently. Harry lay back onto the table and began to give in to the moment, forgetting both the past and the future...
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