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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie	By : Billy BadEnd Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Lucius/Remus Views: 6208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
- 2-Chapter 2
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Remus' heart was flooded with the heartfelt resentment of a lackey, feeling the new, blossoming sting of being the scapegoat of Gryffindor's rising-star duo. Eyebrows knitted in the center of the young man's forehead as he leaned into the tiring work of scrubbing the grimy Potions classroom, his only company the quiet scoffs and silent sneers of a Slytherin Prefect that Professor Slughorn had goaded into supervising for him. After all, he had the Slug Club to attend to, and though the platinum-blonde young man was a member, his pedestal would only ascend further if he willingly aided his Head of House in such menial tasks. Better the Club meet without him than not at all.

Yet the young werewolf was oblivious to the seventeen-year-old's woes, his mind occupied by the neglectful treatment from his friends as he tried to ignore the scathing looks shot at his back. He was silent but for the occasional squeak or grunt when his brush came in contact with a particularly stubborn stain upon the flagstones. It was after one of these such noises that a sharp snap echoed around the spacious room, a bright jet of light streaking past Remus' face and causing the first year to squeal in surprise, jumping away from a spell that hadn't been meant to hit him at all.

“Wh-what was that for?!” he exclaimed, messy brown hair fluttering about his face as he turned to glare at the Malfoy, flopping onto his rump. If he was going to be treated so scornfully, like hell he was going to keep scrubbing the floor! Surely, the Potions Master would believe that Malfoy spent the time taunting him, not letting him get work done; James and Sirius would give him the thumbs-up for the excuse, though he had to take a moment to convince himself more completely of it's 'truth'.

“Entertainment value,” came the words, dripping off Lucius Malfoy's serpent tongue like some kind of dark, poisoned velvet, a cloak that made Remus feel cold to the bone, aware suddenly of how deep underground Hogwarts' dungeons ran. They were far from the rest of the students ( surely sitting in the Great Hall, enjoying dinner ), further than Remus could remember being from the sun ( his own home didn't so much as have a second floor, let alone a basement ), and it was only the two of them. The boy's skin crawled with the realization that he was -for all intents and purposes- trapped. Trapped, no less, with a boy notorious for his Dark magic, his Dark family.

Trapped with someone who had just sent Merlin-knows-what kind of hex at him, a first year, for 'entertainment'.

“After all, I am sacrificing quite the interesting night for you, Lupin,” came that sickly sweet voice again, and Remus' brown eyes found themselves unable to rise again to meet the grey ones of his supervisor, stuck on his boots as their hard soles met the floor, easing Lucius' tall, graceful form off Professor Slughorn's desk, leading him down the aisle to where the young werewolf had resumed his scrubbing. Once more, he was trying to ignore the eyes on him, jumping again when the end of a walking stick cracked against the floor in front of him, finally bringing his hesitant eyes upward. “Well...?”

“W-well?” Remus replied, trying to snap back at him and thusly cursing his stammer, the wavering in his voice that was emphasized excruciatingly by the quivering in his shoulders. Those fearful brown eyes went wide when the chill of metal touched the edge of his jawline, but he nearly choked when the contact began to burn like fire, pulling a yelp from his throat and reeling the child back another few feet, where he scrambled to be vertical, knees fighting to help with this. What the devil--?!

“Now, now, Lupin, don't tell me that we're a sensitive to a little...” he stepped forward, and Remus' legs lacked the strength to pedal him back. As the carved snake's head gently caressed his cheek, it left a trail of raging flames on his skin. “...silver?”

Remus Lupin swore he felt his stomach drop through the floor. “Si-silver?”

'Way to go, Remus, he's sure to listen now! Merlin, the Headmaster makes all of these exceptions for you, finds a way for you to attend Hogwarts, and yet here you are, barely passed the winter holidays and already someone's found out,' mentally, he groaned. Surely, Lucius Malfoy would tell the entire school; every soul would know and parents would rebel until Dumbledore was forced to expel him on principle. Tears built up in his chocolatey eyes and a sickening lurch churned his stomach. He... he didn't want to have to leave...!

“P-please don't tell anyone!” he shouted suddenly, wincing at the way his voice echoed around the dungeon as he dropped to his knees in front of the pureblood, more from the weakness in his knees than for the sake of begging, but he supposed that either worked just as well. To make matters worse, he was fairly sure that his interjection had come while the blonde devil had been speaking, remarking in what was surely a snide, derogatory manner to the fresh blood of Gryffindor. As though people regularly threw themselves at his feet, Lucius only responded with the arching of a pale, angled eyebrow. As the realization of the confession dawned on him, the sick, twisted smile that pulled up the edges of his mouth only made Remus' fear increase tenfold. Those grey eyes made his blood run cold, goosebumps crawling up his arms as Malfoy made it very, very clear that he had admitted it himself, without the slightest of promptings.

“How interesting...” he hissed, that silver snake again biting into Remus' throat, forcing his eyes up to Malfoy's. Tears were pooled in his eyes, a blink or two from overflowing, and the red rims around them matched the splotchy, shameful flush on his freckled cheeks. Not only was he hopeless at keeping his secret, but he was a mess on top of it, sure that he would lose every semblance of a normal life that he had finally earned. Malfoy sneered, catching the innocent child completely off-guard as the hard, solid metal collided with his jaw, forcing the tears out of his eyes and knocking a loose tooth completely out of its socket, coughing it and blood-streaked saliva from his mouth.

“Clean yourself up, you pathetic mongrel,” came Lucius Malfoy's biting words, cutting into Remus like a scalpel – swift and precise. Trembling at the pain that had blossomed from his rapidly-swelling jaw, he scrubbed away his indiscretions with the soft inside of his second-hand robes. Lucius Malfoy, it seemed, understood every single thing that knowing about Remus' condition could get him. Already, the boy could feel the weight of his future-blackmail, the violence that he no longer hesitated to expel. The hex had missed on purpose, done for the sake of making Remus jump, making him afraid and compliant. But the strike had been swift, concise, and merciless, and even without any threats hitting the air, the boy knew that he was to tell no one who caused the colourful bruise on his face. To do so threatened his life at school, any chance he had at being normal.

Malfoy was graduating that year, though, was he not? Only a few more months of suffering at the hands of this sadist and surely he would be free once again, his secret becoming his own again. He could submit, if it were for only this time. He would submit to keep his secret safe. It was brave, right? To suffer in silence, stand your ground against such oppression. 'Course, there was nothing honorable about doing it for yourself, which was exactly what he was doing. Was he a coward...?

Finally, the elder leaned down, lowering himself from his physical pedestal for a moment only long enough to grab Lupin by his red-and-gold tie, drag him to his quivering legs, drag the handle of his wand across a scarred cheek and sneer at the pain that raged through his untainted brown eyes. “You're a smart boy, Lupin, I'm sure that you've already realized what kind of power this gives me over you. That is why I do not expect any form of protest when I tell you to meet me outside this room at midnight tonight, by whatever means necessary. If you are confronted, lie however you must to avoid suspicion; if you must, say that you have duties to a prefect. For now, I'll let you get out of the remainder of this... chore.

“Scourgify.” Magically, the cleanliness seemed to spread from the small floor Remus had hand-scrubbed, polishing the floor stones to a shine and leaving the first-year in awe of such effortless tricks, snapping his mouth shut and turning away his eyes sullenly when Malfoy caught him gaping. “You are excused, Lupin; I do expect to see you tonight.”

Not needing to be asked twice, Remus left so fast that he barely remembered his bag, a snide comment following him up the stairs, echoing endlessly in his ears. 'And find a proper excuse for that revolting bruise – lest your little friends find out about your vile little secret.'
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