Magical Splendor

Note: This story was hard to label because there was so many different pairings in it. The story, while it was in my head went out of control so I really don’t know what’s going to happen. If you are displeased by the constant Lucius/Snape pairing just know that more is coming and that Harry is making up his mind.

Chapter 6 Bed knobs and broom sticks

The next morning Snape woke up to find Lucius was gone, which didn’t surprise him. He was amazed that the other man had stayed as long as he did. He climbed out of bed and put on his usual clothes instead of his sleeping robes, discovering to his dismay that they were tighter on his muscled frame. Everyone probably knew of the change he had undergone and were waiting for him to make an appearance at breakfast because Dumbledore had said he was going to announce it first thing in the morning. It was going to be tough feeling everyone’s eyes following his every move but he hoped that after a few well placed death glares they would get the hint and leave him alone.

He entered the dinning hall slowly and found that it was completely packed with children and teachers. Dumbledore was standing up before everyone making an announcement and Snape sighed when he realized that it was about him. Well, now everyone was going to get a good look at him because he had stupidly started walking down the center isle. His robes and hair fluttered as he moved with quick but graceful steps, wishing now that he had skipped breakfast. His expression was icy as always but at the moment it wasn’t enough to stop the entire hall, which had fallen completely silent, from staring. Snape was relieved when he reached the teachers table and nodded to Dumbledore. He rolled his eyes when he noticed that some of the teachers were staring at him as well. He had thought they at least would have sense enough not to stare like fools.

Dumbledore returned to his seat and asked Snape how he was feeling in a soft tone as he got ready to eat his food. The dark wizard answered him but then promptly lowered his eyes to his own plate so he wouldn’t become angered by the student’s incessant gawking. After a while the hall erupted in conversation again although it did little to ease Snape’s tension since he was sure they were all talking about him. As soon as he was done eating the potion’s master disappeared and headed for the safety of his classroom where he could relax until classes started in an hour.


Harry turned to Ron and Hermione with an expression that said ‘I told you so’ at their shocked faces. They hadn’t believed him when he had told them last night about Snape’s transformation and his new beauty. In truth he too had been shocked by Snape even though he had seen him the night before. His beauty was just too unbelievable to be real and he fully expected to be shocked by it no matter how many times he saw him. There was a downside to Snape’s greater beauty though and Harry sighed when he realized that concentrating in his potions class was going to be even harder now.


“That’s so wrong...” Ron said quietly. Harry knew he was referring to Snape’s looks as they all watched him leave the room.


“He’s really beautiful….” Hermione stated, finishing the thought Ron had been unable to complete.


Harry realized then that he had been the only one who really looked at Snape closely enough before the change to know that he had been beautiful then too. The potion master’s restored youth only served to enhance his beauty to levels Harry had never dreamed of before. Now, everyone had no choice but to notice Snape’s looks for what they were because he had lost a majority of the menace his features had possessed before.


“He’s still scary though.” Ron added after he managed to find his voice again.


“Yeah…”Hermione added.


Snape could still look quite menacing and Harry couldn’t help but think of a black widow when he looked at him. He was beautiful and seductive but sinister and frightening at the same time because after all, he still had the same personality. He had been disturbed by the fact that Snape had the dark mark on his arm and used to be a death eater, but it wasn’t enough to dampen his attraction to the man. Something inside Harry told him that Snape might still be a death eater. If that was the case then he would deal with it when the time came. Snape had given him signs that suggested that he was interested in him, well if not interested, Snape wasn’t opposed to him. Harry didn’t think he could gain any ground with the potions master, but if he did he was sure to address the death eater issue then.


It was like torture waiting for the moment when he would be able to sit in Snape’s class and stare at him with the excuse of paying attention. He had been looking forward to it all day and the minutes seemed to get longer at the desired hour approached. By the time he entered Snape’s classroom and headed for his seat, he felt like his stomach was going to explode from all the butterfly’s that were in it. Snape stood up from the chair he had been sitting cross legged in quite comfortable and eyed the class from the front of the room. His hair was tied back from his face and his hands were clasped behind his back in a manner that strongly resembled the old Snape; the only difference was that his face showed pure exhaustion instead of annoyance.


The second attack by the vampire had weakened him again and personally Harry felt that the dark wizard should be resting, not teaching classes. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry thought he saw Drako make a lewd gesture at Snape. He turned in disbelief, wondering if he had really seen what he thought he saw and sure enough Drako was snickering away. No one else seemed to notice except Goyel who was sitting next to the blonde boy and Harry looked up at Snape to see what he would do.


Much to Harry’s surprise Snape did little more than frown at him and it made Harry angry. Was Drako allowed to walk all over Snape because the potions master was sleeping with Lucius? If so, Harry wanted to beat the living crap out of him because Snape didn’t deserve that.


“I’m finished now so you all can leave.” Snape said coldly, turning to walk back to his desk.


Harry was shocked out of his trance by the tone in the dark wizard’s voice and he looked around only to notice that everyone was leaving. This was the second time in his entire school career that Snape had let class out early and he figured it was because Drako had made him angry. Reluctantly, Harry gathered together all of his things and met Ron at the door, glancing one last time at Snape before leaving.

Snape looked up from the paper work he was currently completing when he heard the door to his classroom open with out a knock. When he saw who it was he went back to what he was doing with the ease of one who spent a lot of time aloof.

“Just as cocky as your father I see.”

“Well you would know all about that wouldn’t you.” Drako said with a smirk as he plopped down on the corner of Snape’s desk with no respect for what the potions master had previously been doing.

“Get off my desk there’s a chair right in front of you or are chairs too civilized for you?” Snape said pulling his papers out from under Drako so he could continue filling them out. He was thoroughly un-amused when the young Malfoy leaned back across his desk and seemed to be studying him.

“I haven’t killed you yet just because of who your father is, now is there something you want I’m busy.” Snape said giving the boy a glare for good measure. Drako ignored him completely, a talent which was definitely inherited from his father.

“So this is how you look now huh?” Snape stopped what he was doing to lean back in his chair with his arms crossed, regarding the young Malfoy with a bit of annoyance.

“You’re actually pretty.” He grabbed a lock of black hair like his father had done and ran his fingers through it before dropping it in favor of something else. Snape was actually shocked at the young man’s boldness as a hand grasped him firmly by the chin and tilted his head up ever so slightly, fingers lightly stroking his jaw.

“Much to pretty to intimidate me.” Snape’s eyes narrowed but the rest of his face remained free of emotion.
“You know I am really going to hurt you in a minute regardless of the consequences.” Snape’s voice was frigid as he shook himself loose from Drako’s grip.

“Oh so cold; I think that’s one of the things my father likes best about you.” The blonde said with a smirk.

“Are you finished yet?”

“No.”

Snape pushed the chair out from his desk and stood up so he could put some space between them but just as he was passing the front of the desk Drako grabbed him by the wrist. Snape turned back to him with a sarcastic smile.

“Wow I’m impressed; your ego might actually be larger than your fathers.”

“Could be,” Drako released Snape’s wrist when the older man turned to face him, “so did you really run to Dumbledore for protection after Lord Voldemort ordered you to do something you were too afraid to do?” Drako was purposefully making Snape angry now by repeating what his father had told him in private and the older man snapped.

“You don’t know anything about what happened then!” Snape hissed grabbing young Malfoy by the front of the shirt and lifting him into the air. The boy looked absolutely terrified of the barely suppressed anger on the potion master’s face. “If you were my child I would beat the living sh..”

Snape got cut off as he was pulled hard against a very muscular body by an arm that wrapped tightly around his slim waist. A second later his jaw was enclosed in a firm grip and his head was turned roughly to the side.

“Drop him Severus.” Lucius said in a voice that seemed much too calm given the situation. The potions master did as he was told and Drako picked himself up off the ground his eyes a mixture of fear and angry embarrassment.

“Drako first of all, I heard everything that was said from outside the door and quite frankly I’m shocked you’re still alive; our friend here has quite the nasty temper so show some respect. Secondly, don’t touch things that belong to me understood?”

“Yes father.”

“Now disappear.” Drako stormed from the room rather quickly and shut the door behind him. Once Lucius was sure Drako was gone he exerted a bit more pressure on Snape’s jaw, enough so that the older man whimpered and grabbed his wrist in an attempt to ease Malfoy’s grip.

“One must learn not to lose their temper with children that are not their own.” Lucius purred in the smaller man’s ear.

“May be you should punish him more often. He can be a goddamn brat sometimes.” Snape hissed, earning himself another rough jerk.

“Such language; you know that is still my son you’re talking about.”

“How could I forget he’s just like you.. ahh.. please Lucius the bite remember.” Lucius chuckled darkly in his ear and he shivered. He was beginning to get nervous given everything that had been said about what Voldemort might ask Lucius to do.

Severus began to panic on the inside more and more with every second he remained helpless in Lucius’ arms. He had no wand and was definitely no match for the blonde man physically. His body started to tremble even though he tried with all his might to suppress it and he knew Lucius would notice in a matter of seconds.

“Severus, why are you shaking like that? Are you afraid of me?”

“No, release me.” His voice quivered despite his efforts to sound calm and collected.

“This is about last night isn’t it? You think I’m going to kill you?” There was slight humor in his voice.

“I wouldn’t put it past you Lucius.” Lucius jerked him roughly as his anger temporarily flared.

“You’re going to have to trust what I said before Severus no matter how hard that is for you. You belong to me and I’ve always loved having you helpless in my arms. I’m rough but that’s how you like it.” He loosened his grip on Snape’s body and the older man stopped shaking.

The hand that had clamped his jaw so firmly a minute ago now cupped his cheek and Snape gently nuzzled into it. For some reason he wasn’t yet able to slow his breathing back to its normal rate and he blamed it on the anxiety he still felt. He couldn’t stop the extreme exhaustion and overwhelming pressure that threatened to crush him and for the first time since he could remember he felt the sting of tears in his eyes. Lucius heard a soft sob escape the smaller mans lips and he wrapped him in his arms tighter.

“You sure are emotional today.”

“Fuck off Lucius.” He tried to pull free of the younger mans grip but it tightened around him.

“Don’t you dare pull away from me I’m not going to torture you about it. I’ve never see you cry before.”

“I’m not crying.” Snape lied.

“Then turn around.”

“Get the hell out of my classroom.”

“You always have to do things the hard way don’t you?” Lucius forced Snape to turn around and then held his chin up so he could look into those deep black eyes. “Your eyes look blacker than I’ve ever seen them before, they’re beautiful.” His eyes followed the trail of a single teardrop as it traveled down Severus’ pale cheek. That single tear awoke something inside him that he never knew he possessed; it made him feel things he never thought he could feel.

“I just feel this incredible weight on top of me and it’s almost like I can’t breath.”

Lucius stopped a second tear before it could fall from those eyes and ruin him completely. “Severus you have to stop this.” His voice was almost a whisper as he put a hand to his chest like it could stay the horrible pain inside, “Anything, do anything but this.” Lucius was almost pleading with him and it surprised Severus so much that he momentarily forgot about his pain.

The only emotions the two men ever really showed to each other were anger and desire so the emergence of other feelings was startling to them both. What was happening to them? They stared at each other for a moment but then Lucius broke the silence by clearing his throat. In the few seconds before Lucius spoke, they both reconstructed their internal barriers again in an attempt to hide the uneasy emotion that had come to the surface moments ago.

“I am leaving again after this and I’m not coming back for a while.”

“So,” was Snape’s rather cold response, “what do you want?” Lucius smiled and let his hand drop down in between the potion master’s legs. Snape looked at him darkly and pushed away, walking slowly back over to his desk. Lucius watched him with every intension of forcing him to accept even if he said no, but then Snape surprised him and bent over the top of his desk.

Malfoy approached him and laid a hand on the small of Severus’ back with a dark chuckle. “All the times we have been together you have fought me on this and now you give yourself to me freely why?”

“I’m tired that’s why, now if you want it take it, or leave me the hell alone.” Lucius used his wand to lock the door and then turned back to Snape leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“Like old times little whore.” He took joy in the angry look that came over Severus’ face at the name. He knew the potions master hated being reminded of his past but it made taking him an even greater thrill when he was angry. “I still can’t believe you let Igor and Sirius have you.” As he said this he lifted Snape’s robes and tapped his wand to the other man’s backside once he encountered bare skin.

“It was a one time thing in both occasions and you know that.”

“I’m sure.” He smiled when Snape practically growled at him and quickly released his own cock with trembling fingers at the thought of the tight heat that awaited him.

Lucius covered Snape’s mouth with one of his hands to muffle the angry cry he was sure to receive at his rushed entree. The older man’s back was heaving as he struggled to get enough air through his nostrils to calm his burning lungs. Malfoy leaned against the full length of Snape’s body, which pushed the dark wizard’s chest roughly against the hard wood, and thrust faster. He was close enough to whisper in the smaller man’s ear and he managed to do it even though his voice was slightly strained.

“I could finish like this you know, with out going deeper to reach the spot that gives you the most pleasure. Do you want me deeper?” The only answer Snape gave was a muffled moan.

“Answer me Severus.” This time Snape nodded and Lucius smiled, enjoying the control he had over the other man a bit more than he wanted to admit. “I’m going to remove my hand now can you stay quiet?” Snape nodded again, his eyes closed tightly.

Lucius removed his hand and thrust deeper so that he came into contact with Severus’ secret spot every time he lunged forward. Snape tried to stay silent but a soft moan slipped from his open lips along with his harsh breaths. He could see Lucius’ hand coming back to cover his mouth out of the corner of his eye and he grabbed it before it could reach its destination.

“Please...” The soft sounds that left his mouth after that were allowed to echo in the large room. Lucius closed his eyes and savored each and every one of them like they were as physically moving as the hand that squeezed his in rhythm with his thrusts. Both of their orgasms came a few minutes later and they rode out the waves of pleasure until there was nothing left except calm, soothing heat.

Lucius pulled out slowly and reached for his wand so he could cast a cleansing spell on them both since it appeared that Snape had forgotten how to move. After returning his disheveled clothes to their former brilliance he reached over and pulled Snape’s robes down so that they covered his body once more. When the dark haired wizard finally did move he turned to look at Lucius but didn’t go much further. Severus was exhausted; he could tell not only by the way the older man leaned heavily on the desk, but by the glassiness of his eyes as well. The only comfort Lucius offered Severus was a soft caress of his fingers against the other man’s cheek.

“I have to be going now,” he gave Snape a once over, “sleep is something you might want to consider.

“If it’ll heal the ache in my backside I might give it some thought.” Snape retorted rather plainly.

Lucius smiled briefly before turning to leave the room. “Don’t kill yourself while I’m gone Severus.”

“Oh what a shame that’s precisely what I was planning on doing. You’ve ruined all of my fun.” His emotions were completely flat.

“I take great joy in it, until next time.”

“Kick your child on the way out, he deserves it.” Snape replied as Lucius shut the door behind him and disappeared down the hallway. A moment later Lucius stuck his head back inside the classroom.

“Oh I almost forgot, your time is up. Are you going to rejoin Voldemort or not?” His tone was casual. Snape stared hard at him for a moment.

“I will not leave the castle, but I will do what I can from inside.” He answered slowly.

“That will do, in three days time I will send you a letter explaining what Voldemort wants you to do, until then Severus.” This time he was gone for good and Snape let out a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. The next few days were going to be rough indeed.

The letter arrived just like Lucius said it would three days later and Severus read over it quietly in the privacy of his office. In two weeks time Voldemort would have the army he needed to attack Hogwarts and all Severus had to do was unlock the magical seals protecting the front gates from penetration. Nothing in the letter mentioned anything about the vampire and it made Snape frown, nothing in his life could ever be easy.

The long awaited quidich match between Gryffendor and Slytherin came and went and Lucius made sure to be present, not so much for the game, but other matters that needed attending to. It had been almost two weeks since Lucius had been inside the castle and Harry could tell from the smirk on his face that something was going on, something sinister.

That night Harry couldn’t sleep and he spent a good part of the evening wandering the halls under his father’s invisibility cloak trying to remove his boredom. That’s when Harry saw it, a dark form making its way along the corridors before him. Silently he followed it, realizing after a few minutes that it was Draco Malfoy. After a few minutes he began looking at his surroundings and realized where he was heading. They were in one of the more private wings of the castle and down in the dungeon where Professor Snape’s bedchambers were located.

He followed Draco into a room which appeared to be lit by candlelight and then moved quickly out of the way as the door was shut soundlessly behind him. He had expected Draco to be alone but when he saw Snape and Lucius together talking he became suspicious. They were up to no good; Harry just knew it and he hid out in a shadowy corner to listen in to what they were saying. Even with this realization Harry realized that he couldn’t shake off his attraction to Snape although now his feelings of lust were joined by a hint of anger. Lucius was talking to Snape in a hushed tone and it didn’t seem that he had heard Draco enter at all. The potions master didn’t notice him either because his eyes were focused on Lucius intently.

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TBC