I reach but I only feel air at night

Okay I don’t usually answer reviews in my story’s anymore but I felt this one deserved a response.

QueenBoadecea: Thank you very much for your constructive criticism. I realise that my spelling and punctuation aren’t quite up to scratch but I don’t think they’re atrocious. Don’t forget that having had no formal grammar lessons the most recent generations struggle more with spelling and punctuation then perhaps the generations who did receive the benefit of teaching. When I talk about these problems I mean in England of course. I don’t believe I state anywhere in the story that Severus is older than Lucius but if you find the specific quote please point it out and I will remove it. I realise that nobody knew who Blaise’s father was but I believe I started this story before we found out this little nugget of information in the sixth book. Apologies for the discrepancies between Severus and Lucius’s ages but where would be the fun if they were in different dorms? I suppose it is out of character for Harry to smoke but it isn’t out of my character of Harry to smoke so I think I will leave him as he is. I realise he does have a slight addictive indulgence towards fags and alcohol but Harry is a teenager who has been put in a very stressful situation…can you blame him? Much as I love your suggestions this is my story. But thank you again for your kind review.

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WARNING!!! HET SEX COMING UP! Only a little bit and I’ve tried to incorporate good elements but if you don’t want to read it then stop when Narcissa says “Lucius?” for the first time.
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“Darling this is fabulous!” Narcissa gushed as she swayed backwards tipsily, her half drunk champagne glass spilling most of its contents onto her short skirt.

They were under a willow tree, its long branches swaying gently in the breeze as the great lake rippled slowly not far off.

Harry had smuggled enough delicacies from the kitchen to feed an army, boiled lobster, devilled eggs, shrimp pâté and warm baguettes. A big bowl of green salad sat in the middle of the red and white checked blanket and a bowel of sweetmeats and another of sugared strawberries still waited in the hamper to be devoured later.

Harry had tried to get to know Narcissa with subtly inquisitive questions but had soon given up. Quite frankly the girl was boring, a real air head…or at least she appeared to be.

Harry had the uneasy feeling that a keen intelligence lurked somewhere beneath all that gushing, syrupy demeanour, which is why he hoped with all his heart that the three bottles of champagne Brian had handily provided were putting her off guard.

He certainly had drunk his fair share of them anyway, he was hoping that the more he drunk the less he would remember of this awful night. He made a mental note to tell Brian to remind him what had happened…he’d need to be told after the amount of fire whiskey he planned to consume later.

“Darling,” Harry looked back at the slightly fuzzy image of Narcissa. The moon was shining brightly through the branches of the willow but he was finding it hard to concentrate on her face. He sincerely hoped he hadn’t consumed too much to get hard…but maybe that would be a blessing in disguise.

“Darling,” Narcissa slid closer and placed a soft hand on his curled legs and giggled, “I suppose I’ll have to work hard for this little treat hmm?”

Harry swallowed and then grasped for his champagne and swallowed that too. As much as he’d girded his loins for this moment he hadn’t expected it to come this fast…or maybe he hadn’t expected it to come at all.

As she leaned in for a kiss Harry’s gut squirmed and he pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” Narcissa frowned, “Oh come Lucius I haven’t even had a kiss in days!”

Harry pursed his lips, he didn’t have to do this! Why WAS he doing this? He didn’t care about Lucius’s future marriage! Okay so Brian seemed to think it was important but at the end of the day it wasn’t his problem! Or… suddenly Harry chewed his lip, maybe it was because what if he were stuck in Lucius’s body forever he could be royally screwing up HIS life by saying no and what of Draco his enemy but a person with as much right to life as himself?

“Lucius?”

Harry knew he’d have to choose now, knew he couldn’t wait and go through the pro’s and con’s of committing this heinous crime of his nature.

“Lucius!”

Narcissa’s voice was sharper and less tipsy now so Harry sucked in a breath, screwed his eyes shut and kissed her.

The smell was the worst so he blocked his nose, then it wasn’t so bad if he imagined she was a man. But then she crushed her breasts against him and he had to fight not to push all that softness away, all that long hair and those bony arms.

Realising he was losing his nerve he brought his hands up and gripped her shoulders and forcefully pushed her down onto the blanket.

“Lucius?” Her voice was shocked and surprised and he forced himself to smile against her lips as he smoothed a hand up under her skirt, “shh, I can’t wait much longer, I’ve missed you so much.”

She smiled back and kissed him passionately again. Harry put his lips on autopilot and concentrated on his hands as they travelled up between her thighs. It wasn’t that bad, the skin on her thighs was like the skin of Brian’s arse when he closed his eyes and thankfully at the thought of this his cock hardened instantly.

But as he swept his fingers under her panties he came into contact with softest skin he’d ever felt, moving his hand back and forth in wonder, he placed his palm up against her and rubbed her softly. To his amazement the strangest substance coated his hand, it was slippery, like soap but more watery. It wasn’t really like sperm…Harry rubbed some more and she started to moan, this unfortunately almost killed his erection until he slipped a finger inside her, squeezed his eyes shut and thought of Brian.

As soon s his cock was semi hard again he ripped her panties off, unbuttoned his fly and plunged into her.

It wasn’t like arse, it was looser and a lot wetter but his cock didn’t seem to mind to much and if he closed his eyes and let his moans drown out hers he could imagine arse with extra lube.

He thrust harder and harder and unfortunately her moans got louder and louder but if he concentrated it didn’t matter because it still felt good and soon his cock was exploding inside her and she was keening softly and sighing and he assumed he’d done a good job.

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Harry parted with Narcissa in the common room, dutifully gazing after her as she mounted the stairs to her dormitory. Then with a sigh of relief he sank down onto the sofa and sparked a fag. Letting the smoke drift lazily up to the ceiling he contemplated how much damage he’d done to his psyche that night. He knew that without a doubt that he couldn’t do it again but he was glad he had done it in some parts of himself.

As he blew out another stream of smoke the portrait to the common room grated open and a hunched figure stumbled inside.

“Snape!” Harry gasped leaping to his feet as he saw the disturbing swelling on the other boys face.

The figure cowered back into the wall and stared at him fearfully.

Harry gaped in horror as he moved forward, “Oh god!”

Snape tried to sneer through the swelling on his face, “What?!” He said thickly, “You didn’t expect this? You didn’t know you were throwing me to the wolves right?”

“You didn’t want my help,” Harry said plaintively “and did you make it easy on yourself by pissing Brian off?”

Snape tried to scowl and pushed past him, “Like you care!”

“I DO care! Snape, Snape!”

“What?!” Snape sprung around and glared at him, “What suddenly you care when my face swells up like a mushroom?! SUDDENLY you care when they…” He broke off in a sob.

Harry stared aghast, “They didn’t!”

“No but they could have and you didn’t care! Because you never care!”

“Snape, oh Snape come on.” Ignoring Snape’s protests Harry gathered him under one arm and marched him up to the dormitory.

Sneaking past the quiet rows of beds he deposited Snape in his own bed and shut the curtains around them before sealing them shut.

“Wha-”

“Shh!” Harry placed a finger on his lips, “You can’t sleep alone after something like this, believe me…I know.”

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Cliffy again, soz but what will Brian do when he finds out?!