Fall Out

Jilliane winged at me about the story, going on that it wasn't obvious and clear. I told her it would all make sense once I explained. So, here's the explanation - well, some of it! SP



Jilliane, it's for you, honey! (and now I've corrected the typo too!)



Chapter eleven: In which it all goes pear-shaped for Harry and Severus.



Lucius gulped. It was nearly August, and this was his first and only chance for his plan to work. He went back to Diagon Alley and bought the August edition of the magazine he had been sending anonymously to the Potter whore.



Back at the manor he cast the spells he intended over the paper and, without touching it, sent it on its way.



After that, he sent Studdy through the wards at Hogwarts and set about preparing a room to hold the boy, once he was within his grasp…



“Argh!” Harry landed in the room, wincing as his pregnant form crashed into a table. “Fuck!”



He dropped the magazine and glared angrily at it.



Lucius, hidden behind a curtain, watched as the youth surveyed the room, noting the lack of windows, the barred door, the drip of water down slimy walls. He watched as Harry tried the door, rattling the large handle uselessly, and sneered as the whore thumped one of the stone walls.



“Shit!” Harry muttered to himself. “Sev’s gonna kill me when he realises.” He dropped his head down onto the wall, then lifted it, swiping at the green goo there.



Lucius watched in glee as the youngster patted himself down, checking his garments for something. He had no wand on him. It was at this point that Lucius chose to reveal himself. He stepped around the curtain, his blond hair seeming so out of place in that room of doom and gloom.



“Potter,”



Harry’s head snapped around and he took in the man standing there. His shoulders slumped. “Ah, fuck!” he said feelingly.



Lucius smiled. “Indeed. No doubt you have ascertained why you are here?”



Harry glanced about him. He sighed. “You’re going to hold me hostage, right? Until Sev reverses the potion?” he shook his head. “You kidnapped me cos you want to screw?”



Lucius glowered. “Having had the misfortune to watch you and Sev screw, it would appear that you rather enjoy the act too.”



He was pleased at the flush that spread over the boy’s face. Lucius watched the lad’s internal struggle. The whore clearly wanted to say something – possibly to call Lucius sick – but he was very aware that he was imprisoned, and at this man’s mercy.



Malfoy waved an arm expansively, “But where are my manners? Do sit down.” He indicated the hard wooden chair, or the narrow bed in his gesture.



Harry glared at him but did so, choosing to settle on the slightly softer bed. His feet ached, as did his back. “So what happens now?” he asked, voice angry, face thunderous.



Lucius gave a cruel smile. “We wait for dear Sev to notice your absence.”



He conjured a comfortable arm chair and sank into it, idly glancing around the room. He knew exactly what Snape would do the minute he realised Harry had gone – he would check the wards. He hummed quietly to himself, laughing internally at the bewilderment that was sure to appear on the potion master’s face.



He imagined Snape entering the chambers:



“Harry?”



There would – of course – be no reply.



“Harry?!”



and then the panic would begin. He would check with the staff if Harry were with them, then contact Dumbledore’s painting. He’d suggest checking the wards, and then they’d find…



Harry had gone through the wards alone, but they wouldn’t be able to locate where he was.



Had Lucius been anyone other than a Malfoy, he probably would have done a jig on the spot with happiness. As it was, he allowed himself a raised eyebrow and a half smile. His plan was perfect. He had lulled the boy into a false sense of security by sending the wretched magazine month after month. Of course, as the delivery was – at his own request – delayed by a week, it had enabled him to send a doctored magazine to the youth. He knew, from what his idiotic son had said, and from what he himself had observed, that Snape had been testing the unexpected post, but he had played on the boy’s curiosity, sending it during the day when Snape was working. Harry would assume that because the others had been safe, so would this one be.



His mistake.



“So…what’s going to happen?” Potter tried to sound nonchalant, but Malfoy detected the concern and fear in the tone.



“Simple. You remain here, I send Snape a note detailing my demands. He acquiesces, and you are returned to him, safe and well. A child could work that much out, Potter!” Malfoy couldn’t resist adding, purely to see the face flame.



“And, if he doesn’t?” Harry asked in a small voice.



Lucius lifted a brow. “I hold you – his fiancé – hostage and his unborn child. Do you think he won’t?”



He saw the younger man chew on his lower lip, worry in those green eyes. He knew, had his cock been working, that he would have been clutching at it with desire at the sight of that confusion and worry.



“This will be over very quickly, Potter, I assure you.”