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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
33
Views:
33,781
Reviews:
106
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
5
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
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EPILOGUE
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Propped up in a nest of pillows and looking thoroughly debauched, Harry curled up beside Lucius. Wand in hand, Harry levitated the scattered pieces of the dance costume into a pile, making each discarded square of silk dance in the candlelight before settling in a jumbled swirl of indigo and green.
“Your control has improved.” Lucius leaned down for a kiss, his tongue invading Harry’s willing mouth. Breathlessly, the smaller wizard leaned back into the bedding.
Knowing he had the attention of the white blond wizard, Harry sharply flicked his wrist; the Fiddlesticks costume dissolved into a flash of light.
“I have always hated that costume and the degradation I felt every time I put it on. For the first week, every time I danced, I would throw up. I don’t know what was worse – strangers touching me or Sid feeling me up back stage.”
Lucius stroked the now disheveled black hair. “As beautiful as you are, my love, and as beautifully as you dance, you will never be forced to dance that dance again, not even for me.”
“Perhaps some night when my past no longer feels so raw, I will dance it for you again. I wanted to know if it would arouse you…and it did.”
Lifting the pale face with a finger beneath his chin, Lucius stared into calm green eyes. “Was that your first attempt at casting sexual magic?”
“No. The first time I cast it was on the four wizards guarding your hallways during the Winter Solstice Ball. I had them convinced I was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen…and considering I was nine months pregnant and looked like a beached whale…” Harry smiled impishly. “How else do you think I managed to steal a box of floo powder from under their noses?”
Lucius laughed and doused the candles with a casual wave. His future with Harry was going to be a refreshing experience. “Go to sleep. We have a busy day planned for tomorrow.”
Harry settled into the thick bedding, his mind to busy to easily settle. With the destruction of the costume, the last link to Harry’s Muggle life disappeared with it. For better or worse, Harry had bound himself to the second most powerful wizard in Voldemort’s New Society, and there could be no turning back.
He listened to Lucius’ even breathing and could just make out the handsome profile in the moonlight. Severus once said, “Think of the damage I can cause to a wizard’s reputation with a few well placed comments during pillowtalk”. An amusing thought flickered in Harry’s mind. Exactly how much influence could he exert on Lucius’ continued rise to power? It could prove to be an interesting past time.
“Go to sleep, Pet,” Lucius ordered, nearly asleep. He soon fell into a deep slumber.
Pet indeed, thought Harry sleepily. He’d have to owl Grandmother Zabini to keep an eye on Severus while he was gone. And then another stray thought flitted by; Grandmother Zabini and Severus both liked to play games with their influence. Maybe he’d invite them to play a few games with him. If nothing else, it would take Sev’s mind of his still unwanted pregnancy.
The Sorting Hat was right, he thought just before sleep claimed him. He would have done well in Slytherin.
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FIN
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EPILOGUE
~*~*~*~*
Propped up in a nest of pillows and looking thoroughly debauched, Harry curled up beside Lucius. Wand in hand, Harry levitated the scattered pieces of the dance costume into a pile, making each discarded square of silk dance in the candlelight before settling in a jumbled swirl of indigo and green.
“Your control has improved.” Lucius leaned down for a kiss, his tongue invading Harry’s willing mouth. Breathlessly, the smaller wizard leaned back into the bedding.
Knowing he had the attention of the white blond wizard, Harry sharply flicked his wrist; the Fiddlesticks costume dissolved into a flash of light.
“I have always hated that costume and the degradation I felt every time I put it on. For the first week, every time I danced, I would throw up. I don’t know what was worse – strangers touching me or Sid feeling me up back stage.”
Lucius stroked the now disheveled black hair. “As beautiful as you are, my love, and as beautifully as you dance, you will never be forced to dance that dance again, not even for me.”
“Perhaps some night when my past no longer feels so raw, I will dance it for you again. I wanted to know if it would arouse you…and it did.”
Lifting the pale face with a finger beneath his chin, Lucius stared into calm green eyes. “Was that your first attempt at casting sexual magic?”
“No. The first time I cast it was on the four wizards guarding your hallways during the Winter Solstice Ball. I had them convinced I was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen…and considering I was nine months pregnant and looked like a beached whale…” Harry smiled impishly. “How else do you think I managed to steal a box of floo powder from under their noses?”
Lucius laughed and doused the candles with a casual wave. His future with Harry was going to be a refreshing experience. “Go to sleep. We have a busy day planned for tomorrow.”
Harry settled into the thick bedding, his mind to busy to easily settle. With the destruction of the costume, the last link to Harry’s Muggle life disappeared with it. For better or worse, Harry had bound himself to the second most powerful wizard in Voldemort’s New Society, and there could be no turning back.
He listened to Lucius’ even breathing and could just make out the handsome profile in the moonlight. Severus once said, “Think of the damage I can cause to a wizard’s reputation with a few well placed comments during pillowtalk”. An amusing thought flickered in Harry’s mind. Exactly how much influence could he exert on Lucius’ continued rise to power? It could prove to be an interesting past time.
“Go to sleep, Pet,” Lucius ordered, nearly asleep. He soon fell into a deep slumber.
Pet indeed, thought Harry sleepily. He’d have to owl Grandmother Zabini to keep an eye on Severus while he was gone. And then another stray thought flitted by; Grandmother Zabini and Severus both liked to play games with their influence. Maybe he’d invite them to play a few games with him. If nothing else, it would take Sev’s mind of his still unwanted pregnancy.
The Sorting Hat was right, he thought just before sleep claimed him. He would have done well in Slytherin.
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FIN
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