Fall Out

05/06/08 - cravedom, Harry gets pregnant in his own time line, so teh baby will be born nine months from when he got pregnant (New Years\' Eve).



Thanks to everyone who reviewed. The next chapter is written. I hope you enjoy this one! SP



Chapter Five: In which the story earns its adult++ rating.



Lucius looked down at the elf, a sneer upon his lips. The creature had had no trouble in breaching the wards and returning. Now he leaned forward and pulled a handful of the elf’s thin wavy hair.



Studdy winced and rubbed at the spot where he had lost his hair. His master waved a negligent hand and the elf vanished. Once Studdy had gone, Lucius let the hairs land on the table at his side and then picked his wand up from the same highly polished table next to his arm and cast a complicated spell. At once a glowing trail of orange sparkles showed in the room at the exact spot where Studdy had disapparated and re-apparated. The blond muttered a few words and the trail vanished.



Standing elegantly, something Lucius had practiced for many years, he moved to the corner of the room where a cupboard was magically and mundanely locked from prying eyes. It was soon opened and a large vial of sluggish moving green liquid removed.



As everyone knew, Polyjuice Potion was intended for human transformations only. Very few knew that there was an adaptation of the potion which could be used for changing into non-human magical creatures. The A-Polyjuice Potion was notoriously difficult and time consuming to make, which was why Lucius had paid an obscene amount of money in Nocturne Alley for the vial in his hand.



The man from whom he had purchased it would keep very quiet as Lucius knew a great number of facts about the chief potion master. Facts which the man would be very unhappy if they became common knowledge. Lucius grinned as he remembered some of the chemist’s … indiscretions. Knowledge, as someone had once said, was power.



He flicked the cork off the top and dropped one of Studdy’s long thin hairs in. At once the mixture changed to a pale yellow. A grimace crossed his face as he perused the mixture. He really had no wish to drink something that contained part of his house elf, but if his plan was to succeed he had to assess whether what he intended was possible.



Closing his eyes, Lucius drank down the mixture, nearly gagging at the texture and the taste. A cry broke from him as he felt his skin tighten about his shrinking bones. His clothes were wrinkling on him, now his thin bony shoulders were poking up through his beautiful black fairy-silk shirt. In less time than he had expected, he stood amongst a pile of clothing, naked.



As any man does when faced with another’s penis, he compared. Studdy, for an elf, was hung like a unicorn! Lucius felt almost ashamed of his own generous length when he considered what Studdy carried about with him. He wrapped a hand curiously about the cock, feeling the texture of it. His hand moved and cupped the surprisingly small balls.



Arousal began to curl in the pit of his stomach.



Idly he wondered if, in this body, he would be able to achieve an erection. He played with the elf’s dick but nothing happened. He rolled the loose skin back from the tip and inspected the hidden end. He rubbed his finger again and again over the slit, aching to harden. Nothing happened. Now horny, and still limp, Malfoy growled.



He also realised he had a problem. He had known he would change into the elf, but had forgotten about something for him to wear!



Annoyed with himself, after all, he only had an hour to see if his idea would work, he hurried from the room, scurrying down the carpeted hallways, hoping none of the portraits would spot him. One did. His mother.



“Lucius Aguistin Donte Caesar Malfoy!” his mother’s long dead voice screeched.



Lucius skid to a halt, wondering how she even knew it was him!



“Filfthy child! Wandering about in … in … that! Such behaviour would have killed your father!”



“No, mother, you killed father, remember? Stabbed him whilst he slept.”



The painting sniffed. “He wouldn’t buy me the dress I wanted.” She explained.



Lucius drew a deep breath. Alive his mother had been trying, dead she was no better.



He ignored her comments, which followed him all the way up the stairs, as she began invading other pictures to follow and harass him.



In his own room (which had not one painting in it) he pushed against the door, annoyed when his elf’s body lacked the strength to close it fully, and sighed. A few steps took him to his bed. He took great delight in removing a pillow from his wife’s side of the bed and pulling the case off it. He couldn’t rip the holes necessary to get his head and arms through, so he raced back down, the cloth held in front of Studdy’s huge wanger.



Again in the study, he stood on tip toe to reach his wand, which he had thoughtlessly left on top of the cupboard. A few slashes with the wood made the pillowcase wearable, and Lucius slipped it on.



He kept the wand clutched in his hands and muttered a few words. The orange trail re-appeared. He stepped into the space indicated by the glowing area, turned on the spot, and disapparated.



He apparated into the grounds of Hogwarts. His plan would work! Lucius knew that elves could by-pass the wards, but that they were set up to reject others, even those who had taken potions to make them appear elf like. What the blond had done had been to create a magical trail. The liquid he had made Studdy drink meant that minute amounts of the elf’s magical signature leaked out. When Lucius, disguised as the elf, attempted to breach the wards, the residual trace confused the spells and allowed him to slip through.



He would have to repeat the procedure when he wished to return to complete his plan, but for now he would see just how far an elf could get without being stopped.



It was early evening, and the main doors were ajar. No students were using the entrance, so it was an easy matter for Lucius to slip inside and wander down to the dungeons, which was where Snape and his little whore lived.



Being an elf, he found it no trouble to get past the locked door, he merely apparated.



Inside he heard the rather recognisable sounds of sex. He grit his teeth.