Breaking the Bond

Disclaimer: Don’t own or make money off Harry Potter… That honour goes to J. K. Rowling…

A/N: Another of my favourite pairings… Twasn’t planned so… Sorry for the slight crappiness…

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Breaking the Bond

I peered around the corner, every time I did, expecting a teacher or Peeves or one of the house ghosts to be wandering around. It was annoying actually, but it had to be done. I didn’t want to lose house points or gain a detention.

I’d made a habit out of sneaking around after hours. It had started a few months ago, after a near embarrassing meeting with you. We had never exactly hated each other, we simply came from completely different backgrounds.

It had been surprising, that after so long staring and sending appreciative glances at each other that we actually did something about it. Well… I hadn’t… But you had…

You’d come up to me – completely ignoring my friends while you did so - and asked to talk to me. I’d followed, suspicious of your motives, but when we were inside the abandoned classroom, the door locked, our activities protected by a silencing charm, we went from insulting each other to snogging like there was no tomorrow.

We’d clung and tasted, moaned and panted, it had us both coming back for more.

So there I was, going to meet you in an abandoned classroom.

I sighed when I arrived, finding that you weren’t there and that I was stuck sitting on a desk staring at a wall or the dark sky outside the window until you showed up. I’d eventually decided on the window.

There were dark clouds outside, big, almost puffy clouds. Every-so-often a ray of moonshine would pierce through, highlighting something on the grounds, but mostly it was hidden. I sighed, and leant back slightly, my head hitting something.

I jumped up from the shock, expecting to find a teacher staring down at me. I was thankful when I noticed it was you.

“Lovely night.” You’d drawled lazily, your eyes flickering to the window behind me.

I nodded, watching you as you moved to sit on the desk I’d been comfortable on. “You’re late.” I’d said more for the amusement that set itself in your grey eyes than anything else. You chuckled, a smirk settling itself on your lips.

I knew better than to ignore that look and as soon as I’d seen it I stepped closer to hold your chin. Our kiss was slow, enticing, as we let all our senses be swept with lovely sensations; smells and tastes.

You’d smelled like flowers, but only faintly though, it was probably from those girls that swamped you everyday, giggling and flirting unashamedly, they’re perfumes staining. I knew enough about your cleaning habits to know that it would be gone the next morning, but if only they knew you liked boys. I smiled into our kiss at the thought.

Ha! Lucius Malfoy was gay! G – A – Y!

“What are you laughing about?” I knew I’d upset you with my childishness, but I grinned anyway.

“I wonder what your admirers would think if they saw us…”

You looked thoughtful for a moment, before pulling me closer, “They will not find out about this, now will they Arthur?”

I chuckled again, pulling you in for a kiss, taking advantage of your open mouth. You moaned quietly, your arms moving to hold my shoulders, curling around me. You shifted so you were barely on the table, your legs curled around mine, our bodies pressed together.

I sighed at we parted, and I smiled slightly at the flush on your cheeks. It didn’t last long as your hands slid to the clasp on my robes and you let them fall from my tall frame.

“Foolish Gryffindor.”

I’d quickly pulled your lips to me, kissing them for a second before letting mine move to your cheek. Your head tilted back languidly as I licked and sucked gently on your neck, still clinging to me. You sighed as I kissed the centre of your throat, moaning long and deep as my hands slid down your chest.

It didn’t take me long to work off the complicity that was your robes, and soon I was nipping at your bare chest, smirking slightly at your softly spoken insults. I didn’t comment on them though. If I did you’d be angry and we both would suffer because of it.

“Those… Marauders were harassing Severus again.” You said as I pecked your lips. Your hands were unbuttoning my shirt, tickling my chest.

I sighed, “I know, but there’s nothing I can do about them, they refuse to listen and the headmaster doesn’t do anything.” You nodded, kissing my cheek softly before I moved to lay down my robe. Yours just seemed too expensive to dirty, even if you could just buy another.

I pulled you down with me, attaching myself to your lips, my hands moving to your trousers. “You should try and stop them.” I could practically hear your smirk, “You are a prefect.”

“Yes, but they don’t care.” I kissed you harshly, relishing your gasp before yanking your pants down flinging them away, “Now quite talking.”

“Shut up.”

I chuckled, letting you flip me over, ridding yourself of your underwear before ridding me of mine. We both groaned as you straddled my hips, grinding down on me.

I thrust up gently, making you arch back as I raised my knees, thrusting up again. I smirked as you gasped, my finger stroking you.

As one hand stroked your cock, my other ran lightly over your bum, and I felt delight spread itself over me when I felt you start thrusting. I smirked, only I could make you like this, you’d told me so.

“I…” You gasped, your head rolling back as I let my finger enter you. “I – I’ve been,” Another shaky breath, you’re my hips raising to meet yours as I eased my cock inside you, “Been, married o – off.”

I barely registered the words, but as I realised what you said, my hips stilled, “What?”

“Don’t stop…” You pleaded, surprising me and making me blush slightly, I don’t know why I did. I figured it was the slight whine in your voice, it seemed to… make me tingle. “I don’t want it.”

You raised yourself, easing yourself back down slowly, making me arch up and sigh. “You have – to?” I asked, rolling us over gently, my red hair falling in front of my eyes, my hips thrusting, “You have to marry her?”

Your eyes were clenched shut, but I knew you weren’t in pain, no… The way you her bucking against me told me that. You moaned again, deeply, “No! I – don’t want – too! Oh!” Your face was gorgeously erotic as you arched against me, my hand rubbing your cock gently, more teasing than anything.

“Who?” I gasped out, my head now resting on your shoulder, hips working hard, your hands clawing at my back.

“Narcissa… Arthur!” Your hips jerked suddenly, telling me to move faster, and I couldn’t help but comply.

It didn’t take long for us. We wished it were longer though, and soon, after a long yell, we were relaxed against the floor, your head nestled under my chin, your back to my front. You didn’t seem to want to face me, and I didn’t bother asking you too.

“When’s the wedding?”

“A week or two after I finish school. Father’s making the final arrangements now.” I nodded, kissing your shoulder lovingly, feeling something akin to jealousy, yet very close to sadness crawl up my throat.

“I’ll miss you Lucius.” You didn’t respond, but I knew, I knew you repeated the same thing to me.

A silence settled upon us, and I raised myself up onto my elbow, knowing that your ‘Malfoy pride’ wouldn’t let you think that this was anything else than a casual fuck, though… We both knew this had grown from that.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, wiping away the traces of tears in my eyes, “So Malfoy,” I said with a grin, turning you over so I could stare down at you, my elbows on either side of your torso, “Up for another round?”

You smirked.

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