Fall Out
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
8,023
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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In which Lucius bathes three times
Sorry about the delay. My two plot bunnies (for Low Man Is Due and Fall Out) don\'t like to share my brain, and, as LMID got updated recently, it meant this bunny went a-wandering. he seems to be back now, though!
And, I know it\'s a short chapter, but it does feature Narcissa sniping at her poor limp husband.
Thanks to my fantastic reviewers! SP
Chapter Seven: In which Lucius bathes three times
Lucius, despite having been humiliated by his dreadful appearance, was very pleased with the results of his experiment. He now was ready to put the next part of his plan into action.
He began the following day by taking a trip to Diagon Alley and to Flourish and Blotts. The bustling street was bright and filled with people. It made his stomach churn at the sight of their vacuous faces, especially when he had to listen to their mind-numbingly dull conversations:
“Can you believe they’ve put up the prices again?”
“Well, Mr Benn said that the materials are having to be sourced from other places, as so many of the component parts are unavailable.”
“That’s just rubbish! Anyway, did you see what Hilda wore last night? I nearly died!”
“I know! Peacock feathers with that hat! Honestly!”
It was a relief for Lucius to reach the book store and enter the quiet and dimly-lit shop. He browsed a little, looking over the magazine rack to find the one that was most appropriate for what he wanted. It took him less than ten minutes to decide on one, and he took it to the counter nearest the door where a young girl was standing by a till, a slightly blank look on her face as if thoughts were a rarity in her mind. He placed the magazine down and asked her for what he wanted. She nodded and reached for the record book.
“A magazine subscription,” she said, as she wrote – very slowly – in the book, “every month.” She sounded out each syllable slowly and carefully.
Lucius tried to look patient, even though he was desperate to leave the shop. He felt sullied just being here, especially with such a magazine near him.
“I would appreciate it, if it could be sent a week later than its publication date.” Although it was a request, the tone of his voice made it clear that Lucius knew it would be obeyed.
“Of – of course, sir,” the young girl stammered. She stuck her tongue out past her lips as she noted this down in the box marked ‘Special Requests’.
He leaned in closely, a confiding smile on his face, “I know I’ve had my problems with him in the past, but I’m hoping this will be of use to him. Of course,” he spoke smoothly, a smile tilting one corner of his mouth, “if he learns the magazine is from me, he’ll be convinced I have some hidden agenda. You’ll keep it a secret, won’t you?Our little secret?”
The assistant, blue eyes wide and naive, nodded. Her tongue was still poking out past her lips, and she looked positively bovine.
“Thank you,” he reached out and just stroked her hand, “I knew the minute I walked in that you would understand.”
It took Lucius three baths before he felt clean. He enjoyed manipulating people, of course, but having to mingle with the hoi-polloi and even touch them was a bit much! He felt contaminated by their grubbiness, their desperation, their pathetic excuses for lives.
Speaking of…
“Ah, Lucius, darling, “ Narcissa’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and venom, “I’m just off to have some sex with a man who can please me. I intend for him to pleasure me with his tongue before he enters me slowly and then proceeds to ensure I climax a minimum of three times. Anything you need whilst I’m out?”
Lucius’ face had set as rigidly as stone. His body churned with arousal, but his cock remained floppy.
She waited a moment before going on, “Obviously not.”
“Wait,” he managed to strangle out, “I can, at least, complete the first task for you.”
She sneered. A mannerism she had picked up from her years of marriage to him. “Desperate and pathetic, Lucius. Truly.”
She left, a pleased smile on her face.
He flopped down onto a seat. Sadly, she was right.
*cough* The bunny says he wants reviews.
And, I know it\'s a short chapter, but it does feature Narcissa sniping at her poor limp husband.
Thanks to my fantastic reviewers! SP
Chapter Seven: In which Lucius bathes three times
Lucius, despite having been humiliated by his dreadful appearance, was very pleased with the results of his experiment. He now was ready to put the next part of his plan into action.
He began the following day by taking a trip to Diagon Alley and to Flourish and Blotts. The bustling street was bright and filled with people. It made his stomach churn at the sight of their vacuous faces, especially when he had to listen to their mind-numbingly dull conversations:
“Can you believe they’ve put up the prices again?”
“Well, Mr Benn said that the materials are having to be sourced from other places, as so many of the component parts are unavailable.”
“That’s just rubbish! Anyway, did you see what Hilda wore last night? I nearly died!”
“I know! Peacock feathers with that hat! Honestly!”
It was a relief for Lucius to reach the book store and enter the quiet and dimly-lit shop. He browsed a little, looking over the magazine rack to find the one that was most appropriate for what he wanted. It took him less than ten minutes to decide on one, and he took it to the counter nearest the door where a young girl was standing by a till, a slightly blank look on her face as if thoughts were a rarity in her mind. He placed the magazine down and asked her for what he wanted. She nodded and reached for the record book.
“A magazine subscription,” she said, as she wrote – very slowly – in the book, “every month.” She sounded out each syllable slowly and carefully.
Lucius tried to look patient, even though he was desperate to leave the shop. He felt sullied just being here, especially with such a magazine near him.
“I would appreciate it, if it could be sent a week later than its publication date.” Although it was a request, the tone of his voice made it clear that Lucius knew it would be obeyed.
“Of – of course, sir,” the young girl stammered. She stuck her tongue out past her lips as she noted this down in the box marked ‘Special Requests’.
He leaned in closely, a confiding smile on his face, “I know I’ve had my problems with him in the past, but I’m hoping this will be of use to him. Of course,” he spoke smoothly, a smile tilting one corner of his mouth, “if he learns the magazine is from me, he’ll be convinced I have some hidden agenda. You’ll keep it a secret, won’t you?Our little secret?”
The assistant, blue eyes wide and naive, nodded. Her tongue was still poking out past her lips, and she looked positively bovine.
“Thank you,” he reached out and just stroked her hand, “I knew the minute I walked in that you would understand.”
It took Lucius three baths before he felt clean. He enjoyed manipulating people, of course, but having to mingle with the hoi-polloi and even touch them was a bit much! He felt contaminated by their grubbiness, their desperation, their pathetic excuses for lives.
Speaking of…
“Ah, Lucius, darling, “ Narcissa’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and venom, “I’m just off to have some sex with a man who can please me. I intend for him to pleasure me with his tongue before he enters me slowly and then proceeds to ensure I climax a minimum of three times. Anything you need whilst I’m out?”
Lucius’ face had set as rigidly as stone. His body churned with arousal, but his cock remained floppy.
She waited a moment before going on, “Obviously not.”
“Wait,” he managed to strangle out, “I can, at least, complete the first task for you.”
She sneered. A mannerism she had picked up from her years of marriage to him. “Desperate and pathetic, Lucius. Truly.”
She left, a pleased smile on her face.
He flopped down onto a seat. Sadly, she was right.
*cough* The bunny says he wants reviews.