Unforeseen Circumstances

Unforeseen Circumstances

Chapter 8

“Hermione, we need to resurrect the DA,” said Harry quickly, sitting on the couch beside her.

“Why? We have a good DADA professor this year,” said Hermione, setting down her quill and looking at Harry.

“Yes, we do, but if my plan is going to work, we’ll need a lot of help. The DA is the most qualified to help hold off the Death Eaters while the professors and I work on the incantation to get rid of Voldemort,” said Harry quietly.

“You have a solid plan to destroy Voldemort?” asked Hermione curiously.

“Yes, Dumbledore’s writing a spell to send Voldemort’s soul to another dimension. That will allow us to destroy his body here, but we need the DA to keep the Death Eaters from getting to us while we cast the spell. All of our strength will be going towards the incantation, so we won’t have any left over to use on shielding us from attack,” said Harry serenely.

“How are you going to bind his soul?” asked Hermione curiously.

“I have the perfect object,” said Harry gleefully. “It already has all of the necessary components and extra spells won’t be needed to make it work.”

“What are- Oh my god! You’re planning on using that voodoo doll to bind his soul, aren’t you?” asked Hermione, staring at Harry in awe.

“Very good, my intellectually superior friend. It was created using his blood and has a direct connection with him. All that is needed is for me to bind his soul into the doll and ship it off,” said Harry cheerfully.

“That’s actually rather brilliant, Harry. I would never have thought of the voodoo doll idea, but you not only thought of the voodoo doll but also managed to find a way to use it to get rid of Voldemort. I must say that I am impressed,” said Hermione appreciatively.

“Coming from you, that is high praise indeed,” said Harry, smirking at Hermione.

*****

Harry walked into Severus’ rooms, hoping to find either Lucius or Severus. He really wanted to ask them to help prepare the members of the DA to defend the school while they took care of Voldemort. When he entered the room, there wasn’t anyone around. Seeing Severus’ door ajar, he figured Sev had come back to take a quick shower after a potion’s accident. Wrong.

Harry walked over to the door and opened it without thought. He’d just opened his mouth to call for Severus when he finally noticed the two figures on the bed. All he could make out was a dark headed figure on the bed with his legs wrapped around the waist of a blonde. His jaw dropped and he blushed a fiery red when he heard Severus moan, “That’s it Dray. Right there.” Harry hurriedly backed from the room and shut the door.

Harry walked over to the couch in a daze and flopped down bonelessly. He couldn’t believe he’d just walked in on his ‘dad’ having sex with Draco. Hearing them was one thing, but seeing it put it on a whole new level of weirdness for him.

Ten minutes later, the door opened and Draco walked out of the room completely naked. Harry glanced towards the door and immediately blushed, covering his eyes at the sight of the naked blonde. Frantically grabbing a pillow to hide his face in case Severus waltzed out nude, Harry called out a muffled greeting to let Draco know he was there.

“Harry! When did you get here?” asked Draco, grabbing his discarded robe that was hanging on the bookshelf.

“Don’t know, about ten minutes?” said Harry, still covering his face in embarrassment.

“Well, what did you need?” asked Severus from the doorway, wearing nothing but a dressing robe.

“Is it safe to open my eyes? Draco’s already blinded me once,” muttered Harry through the pillow.

“We’re both decent,” said Draco, smirking at Harry as soon as the brunette’s face was uncovered.

Harry slowly got off the couch and walked towards the door. Opening the door, he turned back to Severus and Draco and said, “Now that you’ve gotten efficient at the silencing charms, you may want to look into locking charms. Or at least close the door all the way.” And with that statement, Harry calmly walked out of the room, leaving two stunned, embarrassed Slytherins.

*****

Harry walked aimlessly down the corridor, wandering what Draco and Severus were going to do to get back at him. He turned the corner and ran into something, knocking him backwards. He would have fallen to the floor if that something hadn’t grabbed him to prevent him from falling. He looked up and smiled when he saw the face he really wanted to see.

“Harry, what’s wrong? It’s not like you to wander the halls so carelessly,” said Lucius, pulling Harry close.

“I’ve been traumatized. Scarred for life, you know?” said Harry melodramatically, cuddling close to his blonde lover.

“What happened?” asked Lucius curiously. He knew Harry was joking, but there was also a not of seriousness in the melodramatic comment.

“I just walked in on dad having sex with your son. If that wasn’t traumatizing enough, Draco came out of the bedroom completely starkers and scarred me even worse,” muttered Harry, burying his face in Lucius’ neck.

Lucius smirked at Harry’s dramatics and pulled him back towards the dungeons. Harry realized where they were heading and immediately started to resist. “Uh uh. I’m not going back there. He’ll kill me, Lucius.”

Lucius just grinned and hoisted Harry over his shoulder. He reached Severus’ quarters and opened the door cautiously. He peaked around the edge of the door and saw Severus and Draco sitting on the couch talking quietly. Sighing in relief, Lucius calmly walked into the room, still bearing a protesting Harry on his shoulder, walked past Draco and Severus, and made his way to his room.

Draco and Severus looked up as Lucius walked into the room. They both burst into laughter when they saw Harry on Lucius’ shoulder. “Harry, too weak to walk?” asked Draco teasingly, grin widening when Harry blushed.

“No, this thug,” Harry grunted when Lucius shrugged that shoulder at the derogatory term. “Decided that my presence was a requirement for his stay in the dungeons.”

“And you don’t agree with the assessment?” asked Severus, smirking in Harry’s direction.

“What can I say? I have healthy desire to live and the atmosphere down here doesn’t really lend credence to that desire,” said Harry, putting his hands over his face. “Oh no, I’ve been infected.”

“Infected with what?” asked Draco, staring at Harry in confusion.

“Severusitis,” said Harry, holding a palm to his forehead for added effect. Of course, it probably would have been more effective had Harry not currently been tossed over Lucius’ shoulder.

“What the hell is that?” asked Draco still a bit confused.

“It means that I have obviously spent far too much time in Severus’ company because my vocabulary is beginning to sound just like him. But don’t worry. Just because you two are fucking doesn’t mean he’s going to infect you too,” said Harry, smirking at the indignation on Draco’s face. He yelped a second later when Lucius smacked him on the arse. “Hey what was that for?”

“Quit baiting Draco. I believe you are in dire need of punishment, my little snake in the lion’s den,” purred Lucius, entering his room and tossing Harry onto the bed. Before Harry could move, Lucius pulled his wand and said, “Incarcerous.” A moment later, Harry was bound to the bed with his arms tied to the headboard and feet tied spread-eagled to the footboard. Lucius smirked wickedly, shut the door and placed a locking charm, and put up a silencing charm.

As Lucius started towards the bed, Harry pulled frantically on his bindings. When he realized he couldn’t move, he looked at the blonde stalking him like prey and said, “Wait, Lucius. I really needed to talk to you and Severus. It was kind of important.”

“If you don’t tell us within the next hour, will someone get hurt or die?” asked Lucius calmly, climbing slowly onto the bed.

“Well, no, but it’s still important,” said Harry nervously, keeping his eyes firmly trained on the blonde.

“Then it can wait until you are properly punished,” said Lucius, transfiguring a quill into a dagger. He calmly cut away all of Harry’s clothes, leaving him bound and naked.

“Lucius! What am I supposed to wear back to the tower tonight?” cried Harry indignantly. Despite the protests, he couldn’t help but be turned on by this side of Lucius.

“Who says I’m letting you back tonight?” asked Lucius, getting off the bed and stripping his clothes slowly.

Harry stared transfixed as Lucius exposed his gorgeous body as slowly as possible. He was practically drooling by the time Lucius pulled his boxers off. Harry moaned helplessly as Lucius wrapped his hand around his own cock and stroked teasingly. “Lucius,” he moaned, closing his eyes.

Harry’s eyes opened wide when he felt a slick finger probe his opening and then push inside. He moaned as that finger nudged and rubbed his prostate, pulling at his bonds and wanting desperately to touch his lover. He arched up what little he could when a second finger was added and mewled pitifully when Lucius removed both fingers and stepped back.

Harry watched as Lucius walked to the wardrobe and took a long slender box out and walked back towards the bed. Lucius pulled the lid off the box and pulled out a long, thick vibrator. “Where the hell did you get that?” asked Harry.

Lucius just smirked and slathered lubricant on the apparatus generously. Loosening the bonds around Harry’s ankles, Lucius pushed Harry’s thighs further apart, exposing his entrance even more. He placed the tip of the vibrator at Harry’s opening and pushed it completely inside.

Harry cried out when the vibrator pushed past his prostate, sending tiny shivers all through his body. Lucius turned the vibrator on, and Harry screamed. The vibrations hit his sweet spot continuously, causing sparks to race through every nerve ending and flash before his eyes. He arched up helplessly, writhing with the constant pleasure and pulling frantically at his bonds.

Lucius stared at Harry’s erotic movements in total fascination. Seeing his lover’s hard, weeping shaft, he climbed on the bed and wrapped his hand around the base of that shaft and wrapped his lips around the head. Harry arched so far only his shoulders and ankles remained on the bed and screamed out Lucius’ name, coming harder than he’d ever done in his life as Lucius swallowed every drop. He then collapsed in a boneless heap, still shivering uncontrollably as the vibrator continued to rub his prostate.

At Harry’s weak moan, Lucius finally turned off the vibrator and removed it from Harry’s limp body. He untied the bonds at Harry’s ankles, flipped him over onto his stomach, and pulled him to his knees. Lucius slicked up his cock with lubricant and thrust to the hilt in one movement, causing Harry to moan at the fullness.

“Lucius, I can’t- I need- oh god,” panted Harry, waffling between exhaustion and the need for more. The need for more won out when Lucius pulled back and thrust back in hard.

Lucius set a fast pace, making sure to hit Harry’s prostate with every thrust. He nibbled on Harry’s neck and throat, lips tickled by the vibrations of Harry’s constant moans, and teasingly stroked one of his lover’s erect nipples. He loved hearing Harry beg, “more.. harder.. yess Lucius.. please touch me.. deeper.. faster.. oh god.”

Lucius quickened his thrusts even more, feeling Harry tighten around his shaft as his release approached. He bit down on the section of Harry’s neck he’d been teasing hard enough to draw blood, and pinched his nipple hard, sending Harry screaming over the edge and shooting his seed onto the sheets below him.

Lucius gave four more quick forceful thrusts and spilled his seed into the tightly clenching channel with a muffled shout. He collapsed onto Harry’s limp form for a moment before pulling out of his lover’s unconscious body. He quickly untied all the bonds, cast a cleaning spell on Harry and sheets, and tucked the brunette under the covers.

Lucius cast another cleaning spell on himself, pulled on a dressing gown, and walked back into the living room where Draco and Severus were still talking together. Draco looked up when the door opened and stared past Lucius to Harry’s sleeping form on the bed. Lucius just calmly shut the door, walked over to the couch, and sat down beside Severus.

“Is he still alive?” asked Draco, still staring at the door curiously.

“He’s just asleep. I think I wore my little love completely out,” said Lucius smugly.

“I don’t want to hear about it Lucius,” said Severus, holding up a hand to forestall any more details about his ‘son’s’ sex life. “Did he tell you why he came down here earlier?”

“No, all he told me was that he walked in on his ‘dad’ having sex with my son and that he was scarred for life. Of course, seeing Draco walk out here nude just made the scarring worse, according to him,” said Lucius, smirking at the flush creeping up on Severus’ cheeks. “He did say he needed to talk to you and me, but he didn’t really get a chance to go into any details. I distracted him a bit.”

“No details!” said Severus forcefully. “I wonder what he needed to talk about.”

“Oh well, it’ll have to wait until morning now,” said Lucius contentedly, standing up and walking back towards his room and Harry. “Goodnight.”

*****

Harry woke up feeling warm and comfortable the next morning. That is until he moved and a sharp pain shot up his back. Feeling that pain brought the memories from last night to the forefront. He stretched languidly, ignoring the residual pain, and smiled. He felt well rested and ready to face the day.

Harry climbed slowly from the bed, careful to not wake Lucius, and headed for the shower. He turned on the water and gratefully stepped underneath the warm fall of water, letting the warmth sooth tensed and aching muscles. He quickly washed and rinsed, hurrying so that he could talk to Severus and Lucius before classes started that morning.

Harry wrapped a towel around his waist and went back into his room. Seeing his clothing in the floor in shreds, he remembered that he didn’t have any extra clothes here since all of his belongings had been moved back to Gryffindor tower once school had resumed. He walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed one of Lucius’ shirts and a pair of trousers.

Once dressed, he looked into the mirror to see what needed to be fixed and laughed at the sight that greeted him. Lucius was several inches taller than Harry and more muscular, so the trousers were too long and slightly loose around the waist, causing them to settle around his hips. The shirt was also too large with the sleeves falling well below his fingertips and the hem falling down to mid thigh.

Harry turned around when he heard muffled laughter behind him. He saw Lucius sitting up in the bed staring at him and laughing through the hand covering his mouth. When Harry just raised his eyebrow, Lucius laughed even harder.

“You just look so adorable, love,” said Lucius between bouts of laughter.

“It’s not like I had any other choice since you shredded the clothes I wore down here,” said Harry dryly, pointing to the clothes in question still lying on the floor.

“But this look is perfect for you. It shows everyone that you are mine,” said Lucius possessively.

“Well how about it saying that and the clothes still fitting?” asked Harry. “Shrink them down so I can go to class.”

“Fine, but I like this look better,” said Lucius, pouting at losing that perfect image. He waved his wand over the clothes and watched them shrink to fit Harry’s smaller lithe body.

Harry smiled happily and said, “Now get dressed. I still need to talk to you and Severus.” He walked out of the room, leaving Lucius to get dressed on his own.

*****

“Sev, I need you and Lucius to help train the DA,” said Harry as soon as Lucius had finally joined them for breakfast.

“Train them for what? I thought you formed the DA because of the incompetent teachers,” said Severus.

“They need to be trained to be able to fend off Death Eaters while we send Voldemort’s soul to another dimension, Sev,” said Harry calmly, biting into a piece of toast. “We can’t exactly concentrate on the spell to destroy Voldemort and keep the Death Eaters from killing us at the same time, can we?”

“But why the DA? They’re just students. Shouldn’t we have aurors here to apprehend the Death Eaters?” asked Severus.

“I don’t know, Sev. I think Harry has a good point. There were only six of them at the Ministry and they managed to hold off several fully-grown Death Eaters. I don’t think the aurors will be enough to defend us,” said Lucius, smiling at Harry’s grateful look.

“What does Albus say about this?” asked Severus.

“He didn’t argue, if that’s what you’re worried about,” said Harry. He glanced at the time and nearly panicked. “Ahh! I’m gonna be late for class. I’ll talk to you two later. Let me know something by this afternoon.” Harry grabbed his school robe and threw it on hurriedly, and then grabbed his bag and ran from the room.