12 Day Challenge - Day 10
On the Tenth Day of Christmas An Author Wrote For Me
Ten Starring Death Eaters
(Nine Fics with Food in
Eight Starring Peter
Seven Jealous Lovers
Six Bits of Het
Five OTPs
Four Remus Centric
Three Pieces of Angst
Two Harry/Dracos
And a Fic Starring Snape and Harry)
Not too many new ones today, I'm afraid. But some. Always some.
Lucius/Sirius
PG13
640 words
“I now pronounce Bellatrix Black and Rudolphus Lestrange man and wife.”
Lucius sat at the back of the room, his thoughts drifting. Strange to see Bella getting married and to consider that it could have been he who had been the groom. He had had to choose between Narcissa and Bella all those years ago. Certainly, Bella was the cleverer. But she was also the more controlling. Narcissa was more accepting of his lifestyle than Bella would have been. Bella would never have put up with his little affairs…
The room emptied and he followed the crowds towards the reception room, Narcissa at his side. She and Bella had to have more relatives than anyone he had ever known, but at least now he knew them all and introductions were a thing of the past. Or so he had thought.
His attention was caught by his wife. Her face had stilled into what he mentally called its ‘frozen look’, and he looked around to try and discover why. She was facing a young man of perhaps 16 years of age, whose dark eyes looked sullen. Lucius turned an inquiring face to Narcissa, and she twisted her mouth in disapproval.
“Oh, Lucius. This is my cousin. Sirius, my husband.”
Dark eyes met grey ones. Lucius’s eyes travelled up and down the stranger’s body. He liked what he saw.
“What an unexpected pleasure,” he said softly, the merest trace of sensuality in his tones.
“Yeah?” Sirius’s tone was intentionally insulting.
Lucius gave a little jerk of his head, and Narcissa left him, going to catch up with her sister and the main reception.
“Can you doubt it?”
Sirius shrugged, folded his arms across his chest, and stared at Lucius belligerently.
“Look, we’ve not met, but I know who you are. And just to make it quite clear, it’s never going to be a pleasure to me to meet a Malfoy. So why don’t you piss off and leave me in peace?”
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
“How very… direct you are. But I do not choose to leave just yet; not when I am enjoying your… ah… company so much.” And his eyes flicked over Sirius once more, so that Sirius had the strange feeling that he was standing totally naked in front of the man.
“What the hell are you doing?” he snarled.
A half-smile curved Lucius’s lips, making him look more like a satyr than usual.
“I am admiring the view.”
“Well you can bloody stop, right now,” said Sirius, taking a hasty step towards him.
It was a fatal move: now, instead of being a metre apart, Sirius found himself practically in the other man’s arms. He had expected Lucius to back off, but instead the man had stayed exactly where he was.
“What a very foolish move,” said Lucius softly, his mouth by Sirius’s ear. “Unless, of course, you wanted me to do this, after all…”
Before Sirius could stop him, his lips were grazing against his jaw, until one hand lifted and turned Sirius’s face towards him so that he could capture his lips with his own. Sirius stood still, rooted to the spot. Whatever he had heard about Lucius Malfoy, he hadn’t expected this.
“And you don’t back away, I see, either. How very interesting,” murmured Lucius provocatively.
But Sirius had recovered from the first paralysing moments, and he pushed Lucius away with more haste than care.
“Get off me!” he growled, and Lucius’s smile grew a little broader as he stood back.
“But of course, my boy; anything you want.”
“I want you to keep your filthy hands off me,” said Sirius, but Lucius had already left him; and Sirius turned away and walked slowly out of the room. For the truth was – although the truth was something that Sirius would die rather than admit to – Sirius had liked it.
Lucius/Percy
PG
20 words
When Percy took the vow and became a Death Eater, it was for Lucius’s sake alone that he did it.
Lucius/Remus
PG13
148 words
(Part 1 of the L/R double bill)
“They always said that werewolves were untrustworthy,” taunted Lucius, eyes lazily raking Remus’s naked body.
“Yes.” A calm monosyllable.
“What do you think your friends would say if they saw you now, in my bed?”
“I think you know the answer to that,” replied Remus levelly. “They would believe that it was proof of what they already suspect.”
“Oh?” Lucius mocked. “So for all their denials, your friends think no more of werewolves than anyone else does. How mortifying for you to be so little trusted.”
“As you say.”
Remus got out of bed and began to dress, wondering whether he loathed himself or the man who was his lover more. Lucius watched him, grey eyes half closed.
“Perhaps you should accept the inevitable, and turn to us,” he suggested smoothly.
As he reached the door, Remus turned.
“I have not yet sunk that low,” he said quietly; and left.
Lucius/Remus
PG/PG13
149 words
(Part 2: timed near the end of OOTP)
The trial was over. The two men faced each other, perhaps for the last time, before the one was thrown into Azkaban; the other returned of his own volition to duty, which was all he really had left.
“Are you satisfied?” demanded Lucius coldly. “You have robbed me of my money, my family, my position in society. What else if there for you to take?”
“Only this,” Remus replied, stepping forward and taking possession of his mouth in a long, deliberate kiss. When he had finished, he moved away, eyes looking directly into Lucius’s. “In memory of the past; the first war, when I was foolish enough to give you ammunition to make my friends doubt me. A reminder – a warning, you might say – about repeating past mistakes. My mistakes, that is – yours have caught up with you only now.”
He turned and walked to the door.
“Goodbye, Lucius.”
Sirius/Severus
PG13
138 words
(alternate universe: the potter books never happened, Snape is still a Death Eater; Harry never defeated Voldemort and Voldey has gone on to win the war. The members of the Order who haven’t been killed have been doled out to the Death Eaters as prizes.)
“You’re loving this, aren’t you, you sick bastard?” Sirius’s face was distorted by bruises and rage.
“Snape’s lips twisted in the semblance of a smile.
“What do you think, Black?” he said softly. “I’ve waited so long for this moment. To have you totally in my power. And now… here you are. It’s time to pay your debts – and there are so many. I’m going to take payment for every one.”
“I could kill you,” snarled Sirius, hands balling into fists.
Snape flicked a glance at him, bound hand and foot; tied to the wall.
“I don’t think so,” he said dismissively denigrating him. “Not like that. You’d like to – oh, you’d like to. And that will only increase my enjoyment. Because you’ll be begging me for mercy before the end. Oh, I’m going to enjoy every second…”
Harry/Draco
PG13
328 words
“You’ve joined the Death Eaters?”
There was shock – anger – hurt in Harry’s voice as he looked at his lover. Draco shrugged.
“It’s the family business, isn’t it?” he said flippantly.
“Draco…!” Harry could see him putting up the barriers between the two of them; didn’t know how to break them down.
“What? Come on, Harry, I’ve never complained about your side; never asked you to stop ‘saving the world’ or whatever it is you think you’re doing. You know where my family’s loyalties lie, you’ve always known. It’s expected that on my 17th birthday I join the Death Eaters. So I have.”
Draco looked emotionless, untroubled, sitting on the desk and swinging one leg idly in front of him. But Harry couldn’t accept it, wouldn’t let the person he loved act as if nothing was wrong.
“How can you do this to me – to us?”
“What?”
Harry slammed his fist down on the desk angrily.
“Oh come on, Draco, don’t pretend that nothing’s changed! How can we…” He gestured uselessly at the classroom which had become their own sanctuary this last year, “…when your number one career high is supposed to be my death?” He put his head in his hands. “Oh God, this is just bloody great!”
There is silence from Draco, foot still swinging. Harry looked up.
“Why did you tell me?” he asked quietly, and the foot stops abruptly.
Draco’s face changed; he looked younger, more vulnerable, and very sad.
“What could I do?” he asked, grey eyes meeting Harry’s honestly at last, a wealth of pain revealed in them. “Maybe you’d have had the courage to stand in front of the Dark Lord and betray yourself, your family, your heritage. He would have killed me. Then he would have killed my father – my mother… I had no choice.” He slipped down from the desk and kissed Harry, very very gently. “I’m sorry.”
When he left the room, Harry felt as if all the lights had been turned out.
Lucius/Peter
PG
113 words
He was an easy target. Almost too easy, mused Lucius, who liked an element of challenge in his conquests. Lacking a little in confidence, privately jealous of his friends’ successes, easily led to admire a stronger character. It was just too simple.
The first meeting: a smile; a suggestion that Lucius found him an interesting companion.
The second meeting: more of the same.
The third meeting: making it clear that he had been actively sought out.
The fourth meeting: a tentative kiss.
By the seventh meeting, surrender was total. He might – perhaps - have steeled himself to reject threats; but to seduction he was all too susceptible. The Dark Lord had another disciple.
Lucius/Severus
PG13
60 words
“I am a jealous man, Severus,” said Lucius pleasantly, forcing Severus to meet his eyes. Severus’s skin was yellowly pale: however dangerous Lucius usually was, he was very much more so when he made the effort to be pleasant.
“I…”
“I trust I have nothing to be jealous about?” he pressed.
Severus swallowed. And lied.
“No, Lucius; nothing at all.”
Lucius/Harry
R
559 words
“Another glass of wine, Harry?” The voice – Lucius’s voice – was like molten silk, and Harry could feel himself being pulled deeper with every syllable uttered.
He still didn’t know what had prompted Lucius’s invitation to dinner. Every mouthful had been delicate, tempting and delicious – just enough to leave you craving more. Six months after Lucius’s pardon by the Ministry, Harry knew – he knew, he thought fuzzily – that Lucius was still a Death Eater; always would be; and yet…
He had told himself that he had accepted the carefully worded invitation for the sake of the Order: it would help to know more about enemies such as the Malfoys. But that wasn’t the whole truth – if Draco had offered the suggestion he’d have turned him down flat. It was Lucius who had attracted him.
“More wine, Harry?” repeated Lucius, his hand reaching down over Harry’s shoulder from his position behind him.
Harry turned his head, and found Lucius bending down towards him, an expression in his eyes that Harry had never seen before and yet recognised instantly. It was suddenly hard to breathe. As he went to answer Lucius, he found his voice stuck in his throat.
“I… uh…”
“Just a drop more, then.”
Lucius bent closer still, his steady hand tipping the quality champagne into Harry’s glass; but Harry could bear it no longer and clumsily, he raised his face to Lucius’s and kissed him. Very carefully, Lucius placed the bottle on the table, responding with the utmost gentleness to Harry’s attentions.
“Harry…” he murmured seductively; and Harry’s hands were on his body; touching, holding, wanting.
“Oh yes, Lucius, please,” he heard his voice say, as if it were a separate thing from himself.
Somewhere inside him, he knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, but that knowledge was faint and far away; driven out by the clamour of his body. Lucius had somehow moved him from the dining chair to the sofa, his body pressed against his; and Harry’s voice went on, asking – demanding – begging Lucius to do things to him that he barely knew existed and could never have imagined himself saying aloud. And Lucius, saying lazily “Shall I?” fulfilled the fantasies until Harry was writhing under his touch, sweaty and orgasmic, pleasing with Lucius to take him that one step further. Until Lucius did so, and Harry came on a wave of ecstasy which rippled on and on until he cried aloud, gasping desperately for breath.
And Lucius sat there, watching him return to consciousness, sticky and dishevelled, awareness of his recent behaviour beginning to show in his emerald green eyes and flooding his cheeks with a new wave of heat.
When Harry looked at Lucius, he met expressionless grey eyes which made him look away hastily, humiliation floody through him. He straightened his robes with shaking hands and swung his legs to the floor in silence. Eventually Lucius spoke.
“An… ah… enlightening evening, my dear Harry.”
Harry’s head was bowed: he could not meet Lucius’s eyes again, nor find voice to speak.
“Very enlightening.”
Lucius placed a hand under Harry’s arm, assisting him to stand, and walked with him to the door. As Harry stumbled out, he spoke one last time.
“I hope it is not too much to ask that you might… come again…?”
And Harry knew that whenever Lucius invited him, he would.
Sirius/Severus
PG13
57 words
“I know you’re a Death Eater,” growled Sirius, anger in his face.
Snape was impassive as usual, just the hint of a sneer – or was it a smile? – on his countenance.
“Yet even knowing that, Black,” he said softly, maliciously, “you still can’t help but want me.”
And Sirius’s fury mounted the more because it was true.
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Ten Starring Death Eaters
(Nine Fics with Food in
Eight Starring Peter
Seven Jealous Lovers
Six Bits of Het
Five OTPs
Four Remus Centric
Three Pieces of Angst
Two Harry/Dracos
And a Fic Starring Snape and Harry)
Not too many new ones today, I'm afraid. But some. Always some.
Lucius/Sirius
PG13
640 words
“I now pronounce Bellatrix Black and Rudolphus Lestrange man and wife.”
Lucius sat at the back of the room, his thoughts drifting. Strange to see Bella getting married and to consider that it could have been he who had been the groom. He had had to choose between Narcissa and Bella all those years ago. Certainly, Bella was the cleverer. But she was also the more controlling. Narcissa was more accepting of his lifestyle than Bella would have been. Bella would never have put up with his little affairs…
The room emptied and he followed the crowds towards the reception room, Narcissa at his side. She and Bella had to have more relatives than anyone he had ever known, but at least now he knew them all and introductions were a thing of the past. Or so he had thought.
His attention was caught by his wife. Her face had stilled into what he mentally called its ‘frozen look’, and he looked around to try and discover why. She was facing a young man of perhaps 16 years of age, whose dark eyes looked sullen. Lucius turned an inquiring face to Narcissa, and she twisted her mouth in disapproval.
“Oh, Lucius. This is my cousin. Sirius, my husband.”
Dark eyes met grey ones. Lucius’s eyes travelled up and down the stranger’s body. He liked what he saw.
“What an unexpected pleasure,” he said softly, the merest trace of sensuality in his tones.
“Yeah?” Sirius’s tone was intentionally insulting.
Lucius gave a little jerk of his head, and Narcissa left him, going to catch up with her sister and the main reception.
“Can you doubt it?”
Sirius shrugged, folded his arms across his chest, and stared at Lucius belligerently.
“Look, we’ve not met, but I know who you are. And just to make it quite clear, it’s never going to be a pleasure to me to meet a Malfoy. So why don’t you piss off and leave me in peace?”
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
“How very… direct you are. But I do not choose to leave just yet; not when I am enjoying your… ah… company so much.” And his eyes flicked over Sirius once more, so that Sirius had the strange feeling that he was standing totally naked in front of the man.
“What the hell are you doing?” he snarled.
A half-smile curved Lucius’s lips, making him look more like a satyr than usual.
“I am admiring the view.”
“Well you can bloody stop, right now,” said Sirius, taking a hasty step towards him.
It was a fatal move: now, instead of being a metre apart, Sirius found himself practically in the other man’s arms. He had expected Lucius to back off, but instead the man had stayed exactly where he was.
“What a very foolish move,” said Lucius softly, his mouth by Sirius’s ear. “Unless, of course, you wanted me to do this, after all…”
Before Sirius could stop him, his lips were grazing against his jaw, until one hand lifted and turned Sirius’s face towards him so that he could capture his lips with his own. Sirius stood still, rooted to the spot. Whatever he had heard about Lucius Malfoy, he hadn’t expected this.
“And you don’t back away, I see, either. How very interesting,” murmured Lucius provocatively.
But Sirius had recovered from the first paralysing moments, and he pushed Lucius away with more haste than care.
“Get off me!” he growled, and Lucius’s smile grew a little broader as he stood back.
“But of course, my boy; anything you want.”
“I want you to keep your filthy hands off me,” said Sirius, but Lucius had already left him; and Sirius turned away and walked slowly out of the room. For the truth was – although the truth was something that Sirius would die rather than admit to – Sirius had liked it.
Lucius/Percy
PG
20 words
When Percy took the vow and became a Death Eater, it was for Lucius’s sake alone that he did it.
Lucius/Remus
PG13
148 words
(Part 1 of the L/R double bill)
“They always said that werewolves were untrustworthy,” taunted Lucius, eyes lazily raking Remus’s naked body.
“Yes.” A calm monosyllable.
“What do you think your friends would say if they saw you now, in my bed?”
“I think you know the answer to that,” replied Remus levelly. “They would believe that it was proof of what they already suspect.”
“Oh?” Lucius mocked. “So for all their denials, your friends think no more of werewolves than anyone else does. How mortifying for you to be so little trusted.”
“As you say.”
Remus got out of bed and began to dress, wondering whether he loathed himself or the man who was his lover more. Lucius watched him, grey eyes half closed.
“Perhaps you should accept the inevitable, and turn to us,” he suggested smoothly.
As he reached the door, Remus turned.
“I have not yet sunk that low,” he said quietly; and left.
Lucius/Remus
PG/PG13
149 words
(Part 2: timed near the end of OOTP)
The trial was over. The two men faced each other, perhaps for the last time, before the one was thrown into Azkaban; the other returned of his own volition to duty, which was all he really had left.
“Are you satisfied?” demanded Lucius coldly. “You have robbed me of my money, my family, my position in society. What else if there for you to take?”
“Only this,” Remus replied, stepping forward and taking possession of his mouth in a long, deliberate kiss. When he had finished, he moved away, eyes looking directly into Lucius’s. “In memory of the past; the first war, when I was foolish enough to give you ammunition to make my friends doubt me. A reminder – a warning, you might say – about repeating past mistakes. My mistakes, that is – yours have caught up with you only now.”
He turned and walked to the door.
“Goodbye, Lucius.”
Sirius/Severus
PG13
138 words
(alternate universe: the potter books never happened, Snape is still a Death Eater; Harry never defeated Voldemort and Voldey has gone on to win the war. The members of the Order who haven’t been killed have been doled out to the Death Eaters as prizes.)
“You’re loving this, aren’t you, you sick bastard?” Sirius’s face was distorted by bruises and rage.
“Snape’s lips twisted in the semblance of a smile.
“What do you think, Black?” he said softly. “I’ve waited so long for this moment. To have you totally in my power. And now… here you are. It’s time to pay your debts – and there are so many. I’m going to take payment for every one.”
“I could kill you,” snarled Sirius, hands balling into fists.
Snape flicked a glance at him, bound hand and foot; tied to the wall.
“I don’t think so,” he said dismissively denigrating him. “Not like that. You’d like to – oh, you’d like to. And that will only increase my enjoyment. Because you’ll be begging me for mercy before the end. Oh, I’m going to enjoy every second…”
Harry/Draco
PG13
328 words
“You’ve joined the Death Eaters?”
There was shock – anger – hurt in Harry’s voice as he looked at his lover. Draco shrugged.
“It’s the family business, isn’t it?” he said flippantly.
“Draco…!” Harry could see him putting up the barriers between the two of them; didn’t know how to break them down.
“What? Come on, Harry, I’ve never complained about your side; never asked you to stop ‘saving the world’ or whatever it is you think you’re doing. You know where my family’s loyalties lie, you’ve always known. It’s expected that on my 17th birthday I join the Death Eaters. So I have.”
Draco looked emotionless, untroubled, sitting on the desk and swinging one leg idly in front of him. But Harry couldn’t accept it, wouldn’t let the person he loved act as if nothing was wrong.
“How can you do this to me – to us?”
“What?”
Harry slammed his fist down on the desk angrily.
“Oh come on, Draco, don’t pretend that nothing’s changed! How can we…” He gestured uselessly at the classroom which had become their own sanctuary this last year, “…when your number one career high is supposed to be my death?” He put his head in his hands. “Oh God, this is just bloody great!”
There is silence from Draco, foot still swinging. Harry looked up.
“Why did you tell me?” he asked quietly, and the foot stops abruptly.
Draco’s face changed; he looked younger, more vulnerable, and very sad.
“What could I do?” he asked, grey eyes meeting Harry’s honestly at last, a wealth of pain revealed in them. “Maybe you’d have had the courage to stand in front of the Dark Lord and betray yourself, your family, your heritage. He would have killed me. Then he would have killed my father – my mother… I had no choice.” He slipped down from the desk and kissed Harry, very very gently. “I’m sorry.”
When he left the room, Harry felt as if all the lights had been turned out.
Lucius/Peter
PG
113 words
He was an easy target. Almost too easy, mused Lucius, who liked an element of challenge in his conquests. Lacking a little in confidence, privately jealous of his friends’ successes, easily led to admire a stronger character. It was just too simple.
The first meeting: a smile; a suggestion that Lucius found him an interesting companion.
The second meeting: more of the same.
The third meeting: making it clear that he had been actively sought out.
The fourth meeting: a tentative kiss.
By the seventh meeting, surrender was total. He might – perhaps - have steeled himself to reject threats; but to seduction he was all too susceptible. The Dark Lord had another disciple.
Lucius/Severus
PG13
60 words
“I am a jealous man, Severus,” said Lucius pleasantly, forcing Severus to meet his eyes. Severus’s skin was yellowly pale: however dangerous Lucius usually was, he was very much more so when he made the effort to be pleasant.
“I…”
“I trust I have nothing to be jealous about?” he pressed.
Severus swallowed. And lied.
“No, Lucius; nothing at all.”
Lucius/Harry
R
559 words
“Another glass of wine, Harry?” The voice – Lucius’s voice – was like molten silk, and Harry could feel himself being pulled deeper with every syllable uttered.
He still didn’t know what had prompted Lucius’s invitation to dinner. Every mouthful had been delicate, tempting and delicious – just enough to leave you craving more. Six months after Lucius’s pardon by the Ministry, Harry knew – he knew, he thought fuzzily – that Lucius was still a Death Eater; always would be; and yet…
He had told himself that he had accepted the carefully worded invitation for the sake of the Order: it would help to know more about enemies such as the Malfoys. But that wasn’t the whole truth – if Draco had offered the suggestion he’d have turned him down flat. It was Lucius who had attracted him.
“More wine, Harry?” repeated Lucius, his hand reaching down over Harry’s shoulder from his position behind him.
Harry turned his head, and found Lucius bending down towards him, an expression in his eyes that Harry had never seen before and yet recognised instantly. It was suddenly hard to breathe. As he went to answer Lucius, he found his voice stuck in his throat.
“I… uh…”
“Just a drop more, then.”
Lucius bent closer still, his steady hand tipping the quality champagne into Harry’s glass; but Harry could bear it no longer and clumsily, he raised his face to Lucius’s and kissed him. Very carefully, Lucius placed the bottle on the table, responding with the utmost gentleness to Harry’s attentions.
“Harry…” he murmured seductively; and Harry’s hands were on his body; touching, holding, wanting.
“Oh yes, Lucius, please,” he heard his voice say, as if it were a separate thing from himself.
Somewhere inside him, he knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, but that knowledge was faint and far away; driven out by the clamour of his body. Lucius had somehow moved him from the dining chair to the sofa, his body pressed against his; and Harry’s voice went on, asking – demanding – begging Lucius to do things to him that he barely knew existed and could never have imagined himself saying aloud. And Lucius, saying lazily “Shall I?” fulfilled the fantasies until Harry was writhing under his touch, sweaty and orgasmic, pleasing with Lucius to take him that one step further. Until Lucius did so, and Harry came on a wave of ecstasy which rippled on and on until he cried aloud, gasping desperately for breath.
And Lucius sat there, watching him return to consciousness, sticky and dishevelled, awareness of his recent behaviour beginning to show in his emerald green eyes and flooding his cheeks with a new wave of heat.
When Harry looked at Lucius, he met expressionless grey eyes which made him look away hastily, humiliation floody through him. He straightened his robes with shaking hands and swung his legs to the floor in silence. Eventually Lucius spoke.
“An… ah… enlightening evening, my dear Harry.”
Harry’s head was bowed: he could not meet Lucius’s eyes again, nor find voice to speak.
“Very enlightening.”
Lucius placed a hand under Harry’s arm, assisting him to stand, and walked with him to the door. As Harry stumbled out, he spoke one last time.
“I hope it is not too much to ask that you might… come again…?”
And Harry knew that whenever Lucius invited him, he would.
Sirius/Severus
PG13
57 words
“I know you’re a Death Eater,” growled Sirius, anger in his face.
Snape was impassive as usual, just the hint of a sneer – or was it a smile? – on his countenance.
“Yet even knowing that, Black,” he said softly, maliciously, “you still can’t help but want me.”
And Sirius’s fury mounted the more because it was true.
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