Forbidden Feelings

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A/N: I know I said this would be a one shot but it seemed some questions needed to be answered. Just a little plot. Thanks for all the reviews. They are greatly appreciated. I think there will be a few more follow up chapters to this.


Forbidden Feelings

Chapter Two


Lucius glanced up the sky as he walked slowly from the old dilapidated house. There was a slight breeze and the clouds drifted calmly past the full moon.

He wondered how the werewolf was faring tonight. He shook that thought off angrily as he felt his way though the rocky terrain. Of course it did not matter to him; he did not care at all.

Stumbling on the rocks, he used his cane to steady himself. He found his walking stick especially helpful when visiting the Dark Lord. There was a ward on the house that kept anyone from Apparating or Disapparating. They had to walk a short distance to and from the dwelling for that.

He frowned slightly as he thought about the Dark Lord’s reaction to recent events. His master had been displeased about the lack of information gained from the werewolf. He was especially annoyed with Lucius not using the situation more to their advantage. His punishment was severe and painful. Lucius stumbled again as he reached the outer limits of where he knew the wards reached. He usually didn’t have this much trouble walking on the rough territory but then again he wasn’t usually recovering from the effects of the Crucio Curse.

Lucius sat on a large rock to catch his breath. He needed to rest a moment before trying to Disapparate. He certainly didn’t want to get splinched.

His eyes again followed the large orb in the sky. He thought about his interrogation of Lupin and the mudblood. He had lied to them, of course. His goal had been to get information on the Order. However he had let himself get sidetracked. He not only deserved the punishment he had received from the Dark Lord but actually welcomed it. He was frustrated and angry with himself for letting things get out of hand. He wondered, not for the first time, what it was about Lupin that got under his skin.

He remembered the first time he had met Lupin. It had been many years ago when he had gone to Hogwarts to try and convert Snape to their cause. Severus had been a lonely teenage boy with a grudge. Perfect material for a Death Eater. Although it had taken quite a few trips to the school to convince him to follow the Dark Lord, Lucius felt the Maraurders were somewhat useful in that endeavor. Their little band helped push Snape over the edge. He remembered once when he had been at the school, Snape had pointed them out to him. He was not impressed at all with Potter. Of course, he knew of Black through Narcissa and although Pettegrew seemed insignificant at the time, he later proved to be useful to them.

But Lupin had stood out in his mind. He was a quiet young man and obviously not very well off, either. It wasn’t until Lucius looked in his eyes that he realized there was much more to the quiet boy than what was on the surface. There was a wildness about him. An animal presence. Lucius had no idea what it was at the time.

He later found out that Lupin was a werewolf. It still irked him that Snape was not the one to let him know. He had to hear it from his son. It was in his third year…

He remembered that conversation with Snape with fondness. He had been very angry and had let the Potions master know that withholding information from the Dark Lord was a very dangerous thing to do.

Then Lucius had done something very foolish. He had gone to talk to the DADA professor himself. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to do it. Maybe he wanted to look in those eyes once more to try and see the wolf beyond.

Whatever the reason, it had cost him a great deal.

Lupin had already been packing when he arrived at his office. Evidently, the wary professor had resigned before anyone had the satisfaction of firing him.

Lucius had walked through the open door and stood staring at the man before him. He remembered thinking that the man looked awful. He was shabby looking and had scratches and cuts all over him.

“I am sorry but I do not have time to talk. I have a train to catch,” he mumbled without looking up.

“Do you know who I am?” Lucius said in a haughty voice.

“Of course,” Lupin said with a slight smile. “You are Draco’s father. If you have any concerns, please discuss them with the headmaster.”

“Do not worry. I intend to do just that. I will have you know that I am on the board of governors for this school and I work at the Ministry.”

“I am aware that you work for the Ministry and that you used to be on the board of governors for the school Mr. Malfoy, but as I said I have no time.” He glanced at his watch as he said this. “I must be off.”

Malfoy waved his wand abruptly and the door shut. Just as quickly he moved to block Lupin’s path.

“I do not think so,” Lucius told him smugly.

“Please move out of my way.” Even though his tone was polite his eyes shone with anger.

They were inches apart. Gray eyes challenged blue. Malfoy was close enough to see the frustration and exhaustion in Lupin’s face but he could also see the animal lurking just below the surface.

“I cannot help you, Mr. Malfoy. Now please move aside.”

“How do you know?” Lucius asked softly. “You do not know what I want.”

Lupin looked at him expectantly.

It was in that moment that Malfoy knew what he wanted. He had a sudden urge to taste the man before him. To feel all that power, unleashed. He actually moved forward to kiss him when they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Lupin called for the visitor to enter.

Dumbledore.

Meddling old fool. Malfoy had left quickly then.

Of course, during the many times he had replayed that moment in his head he had ended it in a different way. In his version, he actually kissed Lupin. As his lips caressed the younger man’s, he could feel the power, the aching need within that kiss.

Lucius felt the chill of the night air. He couldn’t get caught up in fantasies. Not here and not now. He was ashamed of what he craved. Not because Lupin was a man of course. Lucius had no problem with that. It was because of the type of man Lupin was.

He was noble, honorable, moral, good, and one of Dumbledore’s followers. All the things Lucius despised.

So where was this intense attraction…no, obsession, coming from? His fantasy certainly was nothing like the Granger girl’s. He had no wish to have sex with a werewolf. They were lower forms of intelligent beings in his mind and he did not generally care for them at all. However, this werewolf in particular had his attention.

Except, it was the man not the wolf he fantasized about. He suspected it had something to do with control.

Once a month Lupin was free, although Lucius knew he didn’t see it that way. He was unable to control his actions; he ran wild and responded to instinct. Even on the Wolfsbane potion, Lupin was still free of the confines of normal men.

Unfortunately this obsession with the werewolf had cost him. That fateful night in the Ministry of Magic stood out clear in his mind; when Malfoy finally had his chance. He had aimed his wand at Potter and Longbottom but before he could strike, Lupin had jumped in between them. He had sacrificed himself to save the worthless boy. Did he know Lucius would be unable to kill him? Of course, he had intended to destroy him. He pointed his wand at the werewolf but he could not strike. One look in those blue eyes and he was unable to do it.

Fool.

Luckily for him, the Dark Lord did not know his weakness. He would probably kill Lucius for not taking care of the werewolf when he had the chance.

But why did he have this hold on him? What was it that drove him to go against everything he believed in?

He had to admit, he really didn’t know. Just that the thought of being possessed by an out of control Lupin aroused him more than he would ever dare to admit to anyone. Even the man himself.

His thoughts strayed to the incident several nights ago. He remembered the feeling of Lupin’s mouth as he sucked on his finger; the firmness of his lips as Lucius kissed him.

He stood up suddenly. He had to get home. It would not do for the Dark Lord or another Death Eater to find him here in such a state.

Especially if the Dark Lord decided to read his thoughts. He had been successful in keeping it from him so far but that was only because of Malfoy’s constant vigilance.

Lucius had no wish to die.

He quickly Disapparated from Lord Voldemort’s lair.