Fall Out

This last chapter is dedicated to cravedom, as I nicked a line from one of your reviews to put into this story. Hope you don\'t mind! SP



Chapter fourteen In which all is explained



A naked, and thoroughly embarrassed Lucius stood facing Snape, Harry, and Studdy. He held the ripped pillowcase over his flaccid dick and tried to look haughty. He failed. He just looked ridiculous.



Snape’s mouth was twitching rather noticeably but he held his laughter in. Unlike Harry who was shaking, silent tears streaming down his face.



The potions master left the room briefly, returning with a black box. “The potion,” he said, thrusting it into Lucius’ already full hands. He dropped the material hiding his dignity and swore. “Studdy!” he snapped, bending for the case and nearly losing his grip on the box. “Hold this!” he snarled, pushing the box into the elf’s hands and tearing the case carefully to make one long strip of fabric. He quickly tied it about his waist, determinedly not looking or paying attention to the “Oh! God! Too funny!” coming from Harry.



That done, he reached down for the case and opened it. Nestling on black material was a small glass bottle. He hissed with pleasure and grabbed it, letting the box fall into Studdy’s grasp.



In one swift movement he flipped off the cork and drank down the fluid.



“So lacking in sense!” Snape scolded. “I could have easily poisoned you!”



Malfoy was too flustered and annoyed to have considered that, but now his pale face went a shade paler. “Did you?”



“Of course not!” Harry snapped, “Much as we are tempted, we’re the good guys, remember?!” he turned his attention from the human to the elf. “What have you got in your box, Studdy?”



“A sock,” Studdy’s voice held wonder and pleasure. “master had given Studdy a sock. Studdy is…free!”



Harry let a slow smile stretch across his face. “You know, I think I’ve heard that somewhere before.” He started laughing again, “Twice! I can’t believe you fell for that again!” He held his stomach and laughed weakly.



Lucius’ face flamed. “I trust I may leave now?” he asked, although he was concerned that his penis did not seem to be taking any possible interest in the thoughts flying through his mind. “I am cured?” he queried, a little unsure.



Severus smiled and muttered a charm, lifting the spells preventing floo-ing or other magical means of travel. “I do believe there is one other person who needs a word with you.”



He picked up a pinch of loo powder and threw it onto the fire. He hurled a silver and green ribbon through.



Baffled, Lucius waited. In only a few moments, an elegant woman was standing on the hearth rug, a cruel smile on her lips.



“Narcissa?!”



His wife dusted imaginary ash off and stepped off the carpet onto the stone floor. She gazed about her and Severus moved a chair into position for her to sit on.



“Lucius, my dear husband,” she drawled, “I reminded you a while ago to be careful which Malfoy maxims to bring to my notice. The one you did I have put to particular effect. I have been in contact with dear Severus over the past month, ever since my darling son mentioned he desired a certain potion to be made. I realised that the potion would be perfect to punish you with. So, Snape and I worked closely together to mix the antidote for his potion with the new potion I wished.”



Malfoy was fuming. His jaw was clenched and he would have paced, had he been certain his scant clothing would not have fallen.



“What. Did. You. Do?” he asked through gritted teeth.



Narcissa examined one beautifully manicured hand before continuing, “Draco is concerned that his lady friend will look elsewhere for companionship, and he wished to ensure that that was not going to happen. He requested that Snape brew a Sexual Fidelity potion.”



Lucius’ face dropped. “You…you…bitch!” he spluttered, “You can’t do that to me! Make me remain faithful to you alone! Be dependant on your say so for my pleasures!”



“I can,” Narcissa said calmly, “and I have. Snape brewed ‘Fidelius Sexual Potents’ at my instruction. You can not feel desire for any but I, and can only act upon that desire if I give you permission to do so.” She smiled, “I did consider, at this point, telling you that I was leaving you, and watch your face fall as you begged desperately for me to remain. Instead, I think I will stay, and you can follow me around, barking like a puppy, to amuse me, and to climax when I give the order.”



Despite knowing that Lucius hadn’t been smashed over the head repeatedly with an ogre’s club, Harry thought that the man rather looked like he had been.



“And before you plot any more cruelties, there is no antidote. From now, until the day you die, I and I alone dictate when you harden, when you soften, and when you climax.”



She smiled. “Let’s test it, shall we?”



Lucius shook his head, not wanting this last humiliation.



“Harden.” she ordered.



All of them in the room saw the bulge and the outline of an erection pressing against the white pillow case.



“Soften.” At once the bulge vanished.



“Oh, I do like this game!” Narcissa said, clapping her hands delightedly. “Harden!”



Lucius groaned as his penis again filled with blood and swelled, pressing against the white cloth. He felt vast relief that his anatomy was again working, but to be Narcissa’s bitch?! It was too dreadful to contemplate.



“If you make me happy, husband mine, I might consider allowing you to climax in approximately three hours time.”



Lucius tried glaring, but the aching between his legs rather diminished his stare’s power.



Harry said, from his chair where he was still occasionally shaking with laughter, “I think barking like a puppy might make her happy.”



Malfoy turned a hate filled gaze upon the young man. But Narcissa’s voice cut across whatever he had been going to say.



“The boy’s right. Barking like a puppy, on all fours, would make me happy.”



Lucius flushed, unable to bring himself to that final degradation. His last speck of pride kept him on his feet.



Narcissa lifted one brow, “Now, my dear, are we going to fall out over this?”



Lucius grit his teeth and walked over to her side. “Could we discuss this at home?” he asked, a touch of desperation in his tone.



“But of course.” She airily waved goodbye to the two men and, after a brief hiatus to throw powder into the flames, was gone, with her poor, painfully hard husband.



“Well,” Severus observed once the flames had again returned to their normal colour, “That could have gone worse.”



Harry smiled softly and stretched back seductively. Or it would have been seductive had not his bulging stomach been rather obvious. “Indeed. Now, we’re alone…”



“Not entirely,” Snape corrected, indicating the elf.



Studdy stared at the two, a hint of hero worship in his eyes.



Oh no! Harry thought. Still, if the only fall out from this little fiasco is a new hero worshipping elf following me around - not barking like a puppy! – it hasn’t gone too badly.