Delicate Boy

A/N: Some of you may recognize this story. I originally published this a while ago, when I was still using the pen name Arianrhod. Well, after finding several other authors using that name, I decided to change my pseudonym to Lidane, and I took down all my fics for a while. But now I\'m back. :)

Since I keep getting e-mails about this story, here it is, untouched and unedited, with its original author\'s notes and all. It\'s pre-HBP, *totally* AU, and shouldn\'t be considered serious fiction by anyone. But hey-- it\'s porn, so it\'s not all bad. :)

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Title: Delicate Boy
Author: Lidane
Rating: most definitely NC-17 *evil grin*
Pairings: Harry/Tom, Harry/Lucius, Harry/Severus, Harry/Tom/Lucius/Severus
Warnings: Slash, language, kink, mild bondage, mild BDSM, cross-dressing
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish they were mine. Sadly, they are not. Neither is the money.

Summary: Harry has a secret—he\'s been going out to a Dark wizarding club dressed as a girl and seeing the Dark Lord and two Death Eaters, none of them knowing about the others, or about Harry\'s true gender. What happens when they compare notes one night and find out the truth?

A/N: I don\'t know where the hell this came from, considering it\'s been years since I\'ve been to a dance club, but here it is. I\'m a sucker for threesomes and group scenes, and love writing them, so please bear with me. I heard the song quoted below again and the bunnies just attacked. Also, Jade\'s \"Compromising Positions\", Minx\'s \"All Tied Up\" and \"A Punishment\", and Annika\'s \"Secrets in Lace\" each inspired me in their own ways, so kudos to the three of them for the motivation. ;)


BTW, this is set four years post-Hogwarts to make it more plausible that Harry is able to move around so freely, and in this story, Voldemort looks human, which I explain below. This is just a crazy bunny. Don\'t try and make sense of it. Just be gentle with me when you review. ;)

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You could make grown men gasp when you go walking past
And in your hot pants and high heels
They could not believe that such a body was for real
It seemed like rainbows would appear
Whenever you came near, the clouds would disappear
Because you looked just like a girl
Your baby blues would flash
And suddenly a spell was cast…-- Garbage, \"Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)\"


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It was another typical night at Elysium.

Music blaring, hot lights flashing on the dance floor, young, supple bodies moved in time with the music as some slightly older patrons watched from the bar, or booths that were set up around the room. Waitresses made the rounds getting drinks and anything else their customers desired, legal or otherwise.

There were no rules in Elysium, except that whatever the customer wanted, they got it, provided no blood was shed indoors and no Unforgivables were cast. The back of the club had a private staircase that led to a series of bedchambers if a couple was in need of one, and there were some isolated booths in dark corners for the more adventurous patrons.

The dance club was in an isolated part of England, the location only known, for the most part, by Dark wizards and witches, as well as to the Death Eaters. There were a few Light wizards and witches who would come out now and then for the thrill of the forbidden, but it was rare.

That is, of course, until Kelly started coming. Or was her name Sage? Maybe it was Willow. It was hard to tell.

To Tom Riddle, she was Kelly.

He\'d gotten his human body back a few years prior, thanks to the efforts of his two most loyal followers, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. A series of potions devised by Salazar Slytherin, along with some forbidden charms that Rowena Ravenclaw had stumbled on, then tried to outlaw later, when combined, had had the effect of giving Voldemort the permanent appearance of a man in his mid-thirties, as well as his full magical powers, and he was aging normally again. Once he was human, and beautiful once more, he delighted in going out to places like Elysium and searching for lovers of either sex. It had been so long since he\'d been with anyone that he took full advantage of his beauty and indulged his whims. This was when he\'d met Kelly.

She had long, curly, dark auburn hair that went halfway down her back, and favored short black hot pants with matching stiletto heels and delicate silk blouses. She came in every Monday night and the two of them would spend the evenings in a secluded booth, drinking wine and making out, the night often ending with Tom receiving an inspired blowjob from the girl, but he was never allowed to return the favor. She would just smile sweetly and kiss him goodnight, leaving the Dark Lord to his own devices. He was determined to someday have her in his bed, or bent over a couch, but he was content for the moment with the nights they shared. But she would be his. He was sure of it.

Severus Snape knew her as Sage.

His life the past few years had slowed down, what with Potter and his friends gone from Hogwarts, and with the war in a lull for the moment as both sides recharged, he found himself bored senseless some nights, so he would come out for the music and the atmosphere, picking up the odd boy or girl. Then he met Sage, and from then on, he made it a point to come out weekly, just for her.

This particular girl had a jet black, angular bob with pillarbox red streaks that went just past her chin, and she wore tight leather trousers, bustiers, and dragon hide boots. Their encounters on Wednesday nights were quick, lustful moments in a bathroom stall, or in a supply closet, Severus delighting in the way she would take him down her throat without complaint or reservation, and she seemed to revel in the rough play he favored. Light scratches down her arms or her back as he fucked her mouth hard, imagining that it was her body he was impaling instead. She took everything he gave her, and more. Someday, he would tie this little tease down and make her yield to his every whim. Soon. But not yet.

And to Lucius Malfoy, the delectable creature was Willow.

Since Narcissa\'s death at the hands of an Auror three years ago, and Draco\'s subsequent bonding to Blaise Zabini, the two boys moving to the Welsh countryside, he\'d been alone at the Manor. He\'d gone to Knockturn Alley seeking out whores of both genders, but it wasn\'t the same. Then his Lord had invited him out one night, telling him that he usually met a girl on Mondays, so they would go on a Friday so Lucius could experience the club for himself. It was a few weeks later that he\'d met Willow.

Willow had straight, chestnut brown hair with golden highlights that reached just past her shoulders and which had a slight wave that fell over her right eye. She would wear long, ankle length evening dresses or silk skirts in dark emerald greens or black, and the two of them would spend the evenings dancing together, kissing on the dance floor, or nuzzled together in one of the private chambers, drinking brandy, with the Death Eater being on the receiving end of her ministrations.

The girl instinctively knew how to turn him on something fierce, her mouth and hands expertly working him until he was coming hard down her throat. She was skilled, gorgeous, intelligent and funny, and he enjoyed the time he spent with her. She was a courtesan in the truest sense of the word, focusing on him alone, and never talking about her own life, though he never paid her for her services. She\'d just make him promise he would come back the following week, and he would oblige her. He often had wondered what it would be like to have that beauty on her back as he pounded into her, making her scream, or have her kneeling astride him, riding him to climax. Eventually, he would fully seduce her and find out.

Three different girls, on three different nights, with three different looks. But in every case, she was beautiful. There was just one small problem— Kelly, Sage and Willow were all really the same girl.

And there was one other problem. She wasn\'t a girl at all, but rather a boy. Not just any boy, either. She was The Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter himself.

None of the three men suspected a thing, and Harry liked it that way.

He\'d been able to seduce the three men he\'d found dangerous, gorgeous, and utterly sexual, and they had no idea who he was. He could indulge his individual fantasies about each man, with none of them being the wiser, and he could do so with impunity. Just the rush from each encounter left him breathless, and upon leaving the club, he\'d apparate back to his flat in London and relive the night, stroking himself faster and faster as he thought of them, until climax would hit and he would go to sleep, sated and warm in the memories of what had taken place.

Thank the gods above for his friendship with Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was the one to introduce him to the delights of cross dressing and to the art of pursuing men without letting on about your own gender, and also for teaching him that useful glamourie that hid his scar. He\'d gotten his vision corrected in his final year of school, so that was no longer a hindrance, and without the scar, and with the delicately shaped eyebrows and pouty lips he had, he was able to play the part of a girl well. The right accessories and makeup, and even other women had been fooled.

Being a wizard had its advantages, he mused. He bought magicked bras and underwear that hid his gender, as well as any erections he might get, and also gave him the appearance of small, firm breasts. He\'d found some rather useful spells that removed most of the hair from his body, apart from some pubic hair and the hair on his head, sparing him the pain that Muggle women went through with wax and shaving. This enabled him to wear more daring outfits that he might not otherwise get away with.

He\'d started innocently enough, in Muggle straight bars, a few quick blowjobs in the back of a car or behind a dumpster letting him know he was doing something right. None of the men he\'d been with had guessed he wasn\'t female.

Once he was more comfortable, and he found out about Elysium, he dressed up and went there every other night for two months on his own. It was during that time that he\'d noticed the three men and had observed their patterns. Voldemort came in on Mondays, and would occupy a booth in the very back of the club, picking lovers with reddish hair, or who wore silk, or high heels. Snape came in Wednesdays and seemed to have a leather fetish, and a love for dominance and submission games, and Malfoy came in on Fridays, and tended to look for men and women that were more refined and well dressed than the average clubber in the building.

It was then that he created the three separate personas; each designed to fit the ideals that each man seemed to favor. And he chose the names deliberately. Kelly, Sage and Willow—three different shades of green. All three girls would of course have green eyes, so it made sense.

That had been almost four months ago.

Tonight was a Thursday, and Justin had been aching to go back to the club again, having been absent the last few weeks, as he\'d been dating Terry Boot, but the couple had decided they were better off as friends, so they\'d called it quits. Justin wanted a night out, and he wanted to dance. Harry agreed, but suggested they leave the women\'s clothing at home and just go out for the night as boys and have fun.

Casting the glamourie on his scar once more and combing his hair, Harry checked his appearance in the mirror. Slender black slacks and dragon hide boots, a dark blue silk shirt with the sleeves cuffed, and a wizarding watch on his left wrist. He looked confident and well put together, and turned to face his friend with a grin. \"Let\'s go,\" he said, and the two apparated to the outskirts of the club, making their way inside.

What Harry didn\'t know is that his life would change forever that night.

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Making their way through the crowd of young and gorgeous witches and wizards, Harry and Justin headed towards the bar, where they spied their friend Steffan tending bar. The German blonde called out a greeting to the pair and waved them over, immediately moving to pour them two shots with soda backs, and then mixing their favorite drinks. They shared some light banter and jokes and eventually, the Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff turned to survey the bodies on the dance floor. The green eyed boy suspected his friend was on the pull, but because of his own life, Harry was able to sit back and just enjoy the show.

Meanwhile, Tom, Severus and Lucius were enjoying a rare evening together for the first time in over a month. Since each man, apart from his individual nights with his respective lover, was also busy otherwise with work and with the war, they didn\'t get out together as often as they\'d liked.

They\'d made a promise to change that, which is why they currently found themselves in a large, circular booth, sharing an expensive bottle of champagne and watching the beautiful men and women around them. A young couple heading to the bar caught the eye of the Potions master, and he arched an eyebrow curiously and smirked. This did not go unnoticed by his companions.

\"Something amusing, Severus?\" asked the blonde Death Eater.

Looking at his longtime friend, the black haired man answered, \"Only if you consider the Boy Who Lived sauntering up to the bar amusing,\" a small smile on his lips. Tom and Lucius looked at each other in surprise and turned slightly, seeing the young Gryffindor talking to a friend of his, and to the bartender, laughing about something and then taking a shot of some sort of drink. After being handed two other drinks, the younger pair of wizards stood by talking to each other and joking.

\"My, my, my…\" drawled Voldemort. \"Who would have guessed that the boy was such a risk taker? I\'m sure he\'s aware of the type of club this is.\"

\"Oh, I\'m sure he knows,\" replied Snape. \"He\'s not that dense. But if what I can see from here is right, it seems he\'s smart enough to hide his scar, and without his glasses, he\'s not as obvious,\" mused the obsidian eyed Slytherin.

Raking his eyes over the body of the former Seeker, Lucius said, \"He\'s definitely grown and filled out since I\'ve seen him. He looks better than he did back in school,\" he mused, licking his lips. Nodding, the other two men agreed, each one watching the young boy closely as he stood deep in conversation with his friend. \"Who is he with, Severus?\" asked Tom.

\"If I remember correctly, his name is Justin Finch-Fletchley. He\'s a Hufflepuff, and a muggleborn, and he was petrified when the basilisk was released all those years ago,\" commented the dark haired man, \"though I\'m not entirely sure.\"

Grimacing slightly, the long haired wizard said, \"Well, there\'s certainly no accounting for taste, but from the looks of things, the two are just friends. They\'re certainly not physically attracted to each other.\"

Nodding his head, Tom acknowledged, \"No, you\'re right. They don\'t appear to be a couple. Perhaps his taste isn\'t as bad as we thought,\" he murmured. \"But I wonder what kind of man he *does* go for. I\'d like to keep an eye on him for now,\" and the other two men agreed.

Curiosity had gotten the better of the Slytherin trio, and they sat in silence, watching the Golden Boy, wondering why he was here at all, and wondering what he was up to. From all outward appearances, he just seemed to be out for a relaxing evening with a friend, but they each knew better than to underestimate the boy.

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The song changed again, and a mutual favorite of both boys began to pulse through the room.

\"Oh! I love this one. Come on, Harry. Let\'s go dance,\" squealed the other wizard as he hurriedly finished his drink and tugged on his companion\'s arm. Chuckling, the Gryffindor said, \"Alright, alright. Just let me finish this and we\'ll go,\" he replied, downing the rest of the sweet concoction in one long gulp and the duo made their way to the floor.

Finding a spot near the edge, Harry and Justin began to lose themselves in the beats and sounds swirling around them, and they started to move in time with the crowd around them. As the lights washed over them and the adrenaline from the other dancers coursed through them, both wizards became entranced by the music, giving themselves over completely to the music.

Neither boy noticed the men watching them.

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Hours passed, the night wearing on, and each man was now lost in thought with regards to Harry Potter.

His muggleborn friend had left about an hour before, having found a lover for the night, the two snogging messily on the dance floor and making their excuses to the Gryffindor, who smiled and waved them off.

That wasn\'t the problem.

What was bothering each man was that they had each noticed something that the boy had done, and each one was currently wondering about his individual lover.

For Severus, it had been when a rather aggressive boy had grabbed Harry by the wrist and turned him around harshly, attempting to lean in for a kiss. The posture and defiance on the face of Boy Who Lived sent a shockwave through the man. The boy had moved like Sage, including the manner with which he broke the strong grip. The stance and motions of the boy reminded the Potions master of the last time he\'d seen his lover, the night before, and she had once again submitted to him, but with a trace of strength. Narrowing his eyes, he had begun to study the boy more closely.

Tom had noticed something was off two hours before, when Harry and his friend had crawled into a booth across the room with a pair of classmates. The fluid manner with which the boy had slithered across the seating area, and the way he tucked his legs under him reminded him of Kelly. And the way he had laughed at a particularly raucous joke, putting one hand behind him on the back of the booth, throwing his head back slightly made him think of the young, beautiful redhead he saw once a week, and who had been in his arms just three days before. The thought unnerved him somewhat, but he found himself strangely enthralled.

For his part, Lucius had started to wonder about the boy when he had seen the lad dance to a slow, throbbing song with one of the boys he and his friend had hooked up with earlier. It happened to be one of the songs that he and Willow particularly enjoyed. He saw the easy, teasing rhythm that Harry had, and the way he moved his hips, and he was immediately reminded of the pale brunette with the blonde highlights he would see tomorrow. Watching the boy more closely, with his lover in mind, he started to see more and more similarities. They were there, but subtle. They were there only if you knew what to look for.

It wasn\'t until Severus shook him out of his reverie that he even realized that his name had been called.

\"Did you say something?\" he wondered quizzically.

\"I was just curious as to what has you so distracted. It\'s not like you,\" answered his friend.

\"Oh. Sorry. Just thinking about Willow, and some things I noticed tonight,\" explained the blonde.

\"Who\'s Willow?\" asked Tom.

\"She\'s my lover. I see her here on Friday nights. I\'ve mentioned her before. Delicate dresses, light brown hair, blonde highlights? She wears those long dresses I described.\" he reminded the Dark Lord.

\"Ah yes. What did you notice tonight to make you think of her?\" queried Voldemort.

\"Just some things that Potter was doing. The way he danced to a particular song reminded me of her.\" At the blonde\'s words, the other two men paused, and their expressions became vacant. \"What?\" said the Death Eater to his companions.

Speaking slowly, Severus replied, \"That\'s odd. Something he did on the floor earlier made me think of my own lover, Sage, who I was with last night, and who I see on Wednesdays. She has short black hair with red streaks, and is hardly a shrinking violet. She\'s almost the perfect counter for me,\" he mused, and the two men arched an eyebrow, knowing the Potions master\'s taste for leather and games.

\"What did he do?\" asked Lucius.

\"When that boy came up to him and tried to force him into a kiss, the way he broke the grip, and the way he held his own reminded me of Sage. I couldn\'t place it, but it was definitely there,\" Severus remarked, furrowing his brow in thought.

Laughing to himself, Tom shook his head and looked at the two other men. \"And here I was thinking that I was the only one thinking of someone else, and because of the Potter boy.\" Curious gaze, and the blonde aristocrat looked at his Lord. \"What do you mean?\"

\"My own lover, Kelly, who I spend time with on Mondays. Long, auburn hair, silk blouses, hot pants and high heels? I told you about her before,\" reminded the Dark Lord, and the other two men nodded in comprehension. \"When Potter and his friends were in that booth earlier, his mannerisms reminded me of Kelly. The way he tucked his legs under him. The way he laughed. The way he carried himself.\"

Turning over the conversation in his head, Tom\'s eyes widened as he was suddenly struck with a realization, and he threw his head back in laughter, startling the two others at the table. The laugh coming from Voldemort was genuine, and he seemed greatly amused at something.

Broad grin on his face, and he looked at his Death Eaters. \"Dear Merlin…it\'s a wonder that child wasn\'t a Slytherin. Why didn\'t we see it before?\" he asked, and smiled at the confusion of the two others.

\"Tell me, gentlemen, what color eyes do Willow and Sage have?\" Tom asked, an amused twinkle in his eyes. When both men mentioned that their lovers had green eyes, the Dark Lord chuckled. \"So does Kelly. Now, do you ever see or hear from your lover outside of this club?\" Both Death Eaters shook their heads, with Lucius saying, \"She always asks me to come back the following week, and I always do,\" and Snape echoed the other man\'s answer.

\"Kelly asks the same of me as well. Now,\" continued the heir of Slytherin. \"Think about their names. Kelly, Sage and Willow. What do they have in common?\" he asked, taking another drink of champagne as he waited for a response.

Lucius stiffened as awareness dawned on him. \"They\'re all shades of green,\" he gasped. \"And there\'s only one other person I can think of with green eyes that are that intense.\"

Severus shook his head and grinned as he put the pieces together. \"Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Apparently also The Boy Who Likes to Be a Girl.\"

\"And not just one girl either,\" smirked Tom, \"but rather three different girls, with three different looks and personalities, on three different nights, for three different men. And we, gentlemen,\" motioned the Dark Lord between them, \"are those men. If my suspicions are correct, we don\'t have three separate lovers, but rather all share the same one, only he has been expertly balancing us all for weeks now by making sure we only come in on specific days of the week.\"

Sly grin crossing his features, Lucius chuckled, \"Which means, of course, that he wouldn\'t be expecting to see any of us tonight. It\'s Thursday. That\'s why he\'s here as a boy, and why he\'s been so carefree. He doesn\'t realize we\'re here, or that we\'ve figured out the truth.\"

\"So what do you propose we do, gentlemen?\" wondered the Dark Lord.

\"I\'ve been meaning to tie that little tease down for weeks and have my way with her,\" leered Severus. \"Perhaps we can all have some fun with the boy together. We all seem to enjoy him separately. I\'m sure sharing him this once would be entertaining.\"

\"Now, Severus,\" drawled Tom, \"you know that you\'re quite possessive, as are Lucius and myself. How do you suggest we handle this without hexing each other?\"

\"Well, my Lord,\" explained Snape, \"we\'re each possessive of our own lovers. In other words, you would get angry were I to approach Kelly, and I would be less than pleased were Lucius to attempt anything with Sage, and he would be hard pressed not to want to curse you if you went after Willow. I would think that would still stand. That doesn\'t mean we can\'t share Harry together, provided we consider him a different person entirely,\" he smiled thinly, a lecherous gleam in his eyes.

Sharing a knowing smile with the Dark Lord, Lucius looked back at his longtime friend and joked, \"Ever the resourceful one, aren\'t you, Severus?\"

\"That\'s what makes me a Slytherin, Lucius,\" grinned the Potions master. \"I think this could work to our advantage. The one question is, how do we accomplish this without arousing his suspicions?\"

Looking over at the bar, Tom quickly came to a decision. \"I think, gentlemen, that our problems will be solved quite easily.\" Taking out a piece of parchment and a self-inking quill, Voldemort wrote a short note and called a waitress over. Handing her a generous tip, he told the girl, \"Take this note to the blonde bartender over there with the goatee. Tell him to give this to Harry. He will understand. Also, bring a chilled bottle of your finest champagne, some strawberries, and four glasses to the private bedchambers in the very back, with the serpentine door handles. Can you do this for me?\" Nodding silently, the girl pocketed the money and made her way over to her coworker.

Once the waitress was gone, Tom stood and motioned for Severus and Lucius to follow. \"Come along, gentlemen. We must go and prepare. The fun is about to begin.\"

~~TBC~~