Good Night For A Show

Title: Good Night For A Show.
Author: Carrie DeMarchi.
Website: Carrie\'s Slash FictioarriarrieFiction on livejournal.com.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Pairing: Draco/Harry.
Genre: Humor.
Rating: R.
Status: Complete. 866 words.
Series: No.
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Warning: OOC.
Archive: All mailing lists posted to, otherwise, ask, please.

Disclaimer: The characters and their portrayal within this story belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios, and this story is based on these and related works done by these persons and/or organizations. The situation, story line and interpersonal relations between said characters in this work belong to the author. No monetary exchanges occur for this fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Notes: I wrote this in 34 minutes, and it\'s mostly just to get the writing juice going, if nothing else. Please excuse my insanity and utter stupidity at even thinking of writing this, let alone actually accomplishing it.

Summary: Those who are voyeurs, and those who are not.

Lucius knocked lightly on the door, using the back of his knuckles. He waited a moment, but there was no answer. There weren\'t any sounds other than a faint crunching, but it didn\'t sound quite private. Lucius took hold of the handle, and gently pressed it down, hearing the soft click of the old metal as the mechanism opened. There was barely a creak of the wood as it swung only a few inches into the room, enough so that the blonde could see in to where the man he was looking for was sitting.

Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, by the looks of it, although it did look a bit off his usual character. Lucius watched for a moment, observing the crossed legs and upper foot swinging up and down with obvious amusement. He opened the door fully, and shut it behind himself to keep the privacy of his Lord\'s chambers. Lucius approached the man, who still not not look to him, and he then realized that they were actually closed.

The older man sat in his chair, eyes, indeed, closed as he happily continued bouncing his foot in mid-air. There was also a small dish of popped kernels of corn sitting in Voldemort\'s hand, held nestled in his lap. Lucius stood, hands clasped behind his back, which was straight as he waited for nearly three minutes.

The Dark Lord was just lifting another piece to his mouth absently, eyes still flitting about behind their lids, when Lucius cleared his throat. Lucius was just a slight bit appalled that his Lord hadn\'t even acknowledged him before now, apparently not even realizing he was there. Lucius thought it absurd, but he quickly squashed those thoughts when Voldemort\'s eyes opened very slowly, almost as if he needed to peel them up with great effort.

\"Invading Potter\'s mind, again, my Lord?\" Lucius asked at Voldemort\'s inquiring gaze. When it had dawned on him the things that his Lord would be sitting in such a state of concentration, he narrowed his guesses down to at least two. By the look on Voldemort\'s face now, he had guessed correctly.

\"Yes,\" he said, almost distractedly, blinking his red eyes to more clearly focus them on his own present sense of sight, as opposed to those not quite entirely belonging to him, though he was free to use them as often as he pleased. \"Yes, a marvelous show tonight, Lucius. Such a beautiful boy,\" Voldemort mused thoughtfully, placing a kernel in his mouth.

Lucius nodded courteously,, qu, quite frankly, he didn\'t find Potter too terribly attractive, though he could admit that the boy had the potential. Before he could respond, Voldemort had set his popped corn aside and slid his wand from a sleeve, and was casting a summoning spell. \"You really must see this.\"

Nodding again, Lucius watched as a low stool set itself down in front of Lord Voldemort\'s chair, and followed by a pensieve, which set itself atop the chair. Not able to stop himself, Lucius leaned forward to gaze down into the object, already seeing a small swirl of strands, and his wandering mind was brought back when a wand invaded his view and dropped another into the whorl. Voldemort poked the contents and the last particular images of his memory of watching the boy stretched and faded into view.

Now permitted to look, Lucius stooped to look more closely and almost choked at what he saw. First, he saw the agonizingly familiar dark hair, and almost missed the shocking and disconcerting blonde that was almost drowned into the grays of the pensieve showing its image in black and white. Then he couldn\'t even form words for the sight before him, the two bodies writhing together, for there was no other word for it, even, before he spluttered out, \"That\'s my son!\"

\"Really?\" Voldemort asked, sounding quite genuinely as if his ears were fresh to this information. It honestly never dawned on him, though, \"I wondered why he looked familiar. If I may say so, that Potter does have a taste in men. Quite a lovely arse on him, wouldn\'t you say, Lucius? He certainly does take after his mother.\"

Lucius was still unable to speak, ashamed at himself not even being able to tear his eyes away from the two young boys shown in the pensieve. He was almost embarrassed for his son to be doing anything remotely hospitable to Potter, but his shock hadn\'t allowed him to express his more coherent thoughts, even when the short memory began to repeat itself before his very eyes.

Voldemort was almost humming, still enjoying his encore showing of his earlier indulgent activites. Perhaps he\'d drop in on Potter\'s mind more often if this was what he was treated with. It certainly was worth seeing the elder Malfoy splutter once more before standing straight and wide eyed before abruptly leaving the room. The Dark Lord was pleased Lucius still had a mind about him not to slam the doors too hard, but he grinned at the undoing of his most loyal follower as he brought two pieces of popped corn to his lips, and closed his eyes again.

The End