Butterfly Wings

Title: Butterfly Wings
Status/Part: One-shot
Rating: R
Pairing: HP/LM
Key words: M/M, sexual situations, fluff AU, age(?) PWP

Summary: Harry runs for his life from Snape, right into the closet of Lucius Malfoy. Harry is in seventh year and would be “legal/of the age of consent etc”

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Keikokin


Lucius Malfoy lay back on his bed slowly running his hands over his chest. It had been quite a while since he’d touched himself. It was strange why a sudden scent reminded him of someone and made him aroused to the point where he had to pleasure himself.

Small gasps escaped his lips as he tormented his nipples. He loved the feeling he got when they were wet and flicked, it was just a shame he had to suck his own fingers to make his tight buds tingle as he moved the saliva to them and played with them. His hands had a mind of their own as he continued to pleasure himself, taking his time, making it last as long as possible.

It was a good thing Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord. Lucius moved into Hogwarts to teach an economics course that had been sadly lacking in the young adults’ lives and which they would desperately need to rebuild their financial world. It was also a good thing it was a Hogsmeade Saturday and the students were off. He still had his silencing spells and locked wards on his rooms. He was a busy man.

In another part of the castle, Harry Potter looked through terrified eyes at his Potions Professor. This time, there was no way he’d make it out alive. He’d been in Severus’ room for detention and had gotten sidetracked by a book lying open on the table. Harry had sat down and picked it up to read. He lost track of his chores as he read and with a wave of his just his hand, had a cup of tea in his hand. He sat there, oblivious to Severus returning. It was then that hell broke loose.

“Potter, you were supposed to have finished dusting and replacing my books on the shelves. What the hell do you mean sitting down before you’re done?”

Harry started at the sudden voice yelling at him and tipped his cup over onto the book. It might have been okay and may have survived if it hadn’t been Severus’ favorite book. Harry looked up with wide frightened eyes at the fury building in the onyx-eyed man. He dropped the book back on the table and stood. Severus started advancing. Harry could almost see steam coming from the man and began trying to escape.

It would later be amusing to Harry that Severus was actually chasing him around the room but at the moment he feared for his life as he ran. He circled the couch, trying to keep it between them. He feinted left as Snape turned the end and with a practiced skill, he rolled over the back of the couch and down to the floor just as Snape reached his former position.

Harry jumped up and ran over to the other side of the room. Severus had left just enough room behind the set of shelves and the wall. Harry dove in the space and moved in far enough that Severus couldn’t grab him from any direction. It was then his foot hit something in the floor. The Gryffindor bent over to pick it up and look at it.

The shock on his face brought the Potions Master to a standstill. He could still see Harry over the books. When Harry held up the object, his eyes grew wide.

“Why Professor Snape. You naughty man. Why didn’t you say something? I know someone who would love to use this with you. I can’t believe you actually have one. My, my, my. Who would have thought the snarky Potions Master would have a butterfly net?”

No sooner had Harry said ‘butterfly’ then he was swished away. Severus sunk to his knees. Hell would be lenient on him after this. This would be worse than Voldemort. He wondered if he should try to intercept Potter before his peculiarities were discovered. After a few minutes he decided to just go lie on his bed and let his memories take him away. He hoped Potter would find some satisfaction this day. Severus’ days would be hell from here out. It was Karma’s way of kicking this man, he was resigned to it.

Harry Potter was used to portkeys by now and knew how to land on his feet. The only drawback he could find was it was dark and cramped wherever he had been sent. He’d have to talk to Snape about this, after he replaced the book. Harry began to feel around, searching for walls, doors, lights, anything to tell him where he was.

Harry soon discovered that the softness around him was clothes. Clothes that smelled very nice and alluring. He’d smelled that scent before, but where? His hands ran over the material, soft below his hand. The combination of touch and smell finally clicked in his memory. Lucius Malfoy. He was in the hunky blond’s closet. Now how much trouble was he going to be in?

Harry stopped moving as his hand found the door handle and a sound from outside. ‘Just my luck’ he thought. Snape sends me to Lucius’ closet and I can’t escape because Lucius is out there. A second thought raced through his mind. Why would Snape have a portkey to Lucius’ closet? Or better yet, into Lucius’ bedroom?

These thoughts bothered him, not the idea of two men but of Severus having access to Lucius. The next thought bothered him even more. Why did he care? Harry stopped thinking and listened. He was sure he was hearing things now.

The Gryffindor stayed still as he heard a gasp and a moan drifting to him from a man. He could only assume it was Lucius. His mind brought forth a memory of Lucius in the last battle. The man had shed all of his clothes except those extremely tight pants and dragon hide boots. He had later explained it was for better movement.

Harry remembered being distracted by Lucius as he made sure Voldemort was dead forever. The man stood there, nearly naked, with sweat glistening and running down his chest. He recalled the chest that was finely toned and lightly furred with those just barely dark nipples. Harry regarded the heaving motions it was making now and wondered if he could work the man up to a sweat like that at another time.

Yes, Harry new he was gay and he lusted after a certain blond. He just never dreamed he’d be this close.

Harry very slowly and carefully eased the handle to open the door just a slit, just enough to look through. Surprise was his reward for the day. He had a clear view of Lucius lying on his bed. What captured his full attention was those supple hands caressing, plucking and teasing. Harry was jealous of Lucius’ hands.

As Lucius continued his self-pleasure, Harry stood trapped and enthralled. His eyes tracked the hands over the nipples and down the flat stomach. He watched as the blond circled his navel, barely touching it as he pulled his index finger over the small opening.

Harry’s hands decided they had a mind of their own, and they minded not being used. Harry never knew when he started imitating Lucius but his body responded forcefully. He could feel his cock swell and harden, trapped in his pants as his hands explored his body.

“Oh gods yes, just like that Harry” was heard through the crack.

Harry’s eyes opened wide, taking in the man saying his name with such lust in his voice that the brunet hardened even further. Harry had to let his cock free or he would really be in pain. Slowly he opened the zipper and button, toed off his shoes and let his trousers and pants fall to the floor, stepping out of them. Feeling freer, his hand went to the thatch of hair surrounding his weeping cock as the other slid into his mouth and back to his nipple.

Lucius’ hands were in the same position. Harry watched in rapt fascination as the blond moved his hand down to gently circle his member and softly fondle it. Harry copied the moves. The long fingers moved to the tip and smeared the pre-cum around. Bringing his fingers back to his mouth, he whispered ‘Taste’.

Harry nearly moaned out loud. He’d gladly taste Lucius if he was close enough. When the blond tasted himself, Harry whimpered. When Lucius moved that hand back down and started pumping slowly, a moan escaped both. When the blond bent his legs up and thrust his hips up from the bed, Harry thrust forward too.

It was that thrust that revealed the voyeur to the man on the bed. The sudden lurching had thrown the Boy Who Lived off balance and toppled him forward. Lucius thought a wounded animal had appeared in his room as Harry made a noise as he hit the floor face first, slamming his hand covered cock on the floor under his weight. Lucius was off the bed with his flagging cock still in hand.

To say the blond was surprised would be an understatement. He rushed over to the young man on the floor.

“Harry? What are you doing here and how? Are you alright? Do I need to get someone?”

Harry rolled over on his back and looked cross-eyed up at Lucius. A moan had Lucius scooping him up and carrying him to the bed. Harry felt the soft mattress and rolled over to his side. Lucius sat next to him.

Another groan from the young man, and he rolled him to his back.

“Let me see Harry. I have to look to see if you need medical help.”

Harry blushed from his face down his chest as Lucius eyes roamed over him. With a squeaky voice he almost managed a sentence.

“Please Lucius, just let me rest here a minute and then I’m gone. I promise.”

The blond looked at his fantasy, well, at least the part with Harry in his bed was a slim piece of his fantasy. Harry’s pain eased away as Lucius’ eyes clouded over when they reached the naked half of him. Another gasp had the grey eyes staring into the emerald eyes.

“Where Harry? Where does it hurt worst?”

When the brunet glanced down at his hand covered cock, the grey eyes followed. Lucius carefully pried Harry’s fingers away. He knew from just that glance that Harry had been blessed in his life. The younger cock still stood tall, still oozed pre-cum and would rival Lucius’ favorite toy. Harry’s groan brought his mind back from dreaming.

With a wicked grin at the brunet, Lucius moved a hand over to Harry’s throbbing self. He let his fingers ghost up and down, feeling the member twitch and respond to him.

“Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?”

The brunet’s eyes widened and looked like it was the best thing that ever happened to him, even more than Hogwarts had meant to him. His tongue peeked out through his lips and ran over his dried lips. Lucius saw the move and bent his head, capturing the teasing tongue.

They broke the kiss off and Harry croaked “Yes, please.”

Lucius looked at him again and repositioned his body. Taking the ‘injured’ cock in his hand, the blond gingerly stroked up and down before moving his mouth down to it. He blew warm air over it seductively, watching Harry’s body respond to him. He soon had it swaddled in his hot mouth and was working it feverishly.

Harry gasped, moaned and made more encouraging sounds and moves. It wasn’t long before he had reached his peak and Lucius accepted it all. Harry lay there panting, the sweat glistening on his body now. Lucius had worked him into a sweat. Damn.

Harry recovered quickly and reached up to the blond, pulling him down so Lucius was pressing him into the mattress. Harry wormed his hand down between them to grasp the blond’s weeping member. His lips attached to those above him as his hand worked on the long, hard, straining cock.

It didn’t take much for Lucius to find his release. He had been aroused before Harry had fallen through his closet door. Sucking the young man off had only added to his desire.

When they separated and Lucius waved his hand to clean them both, they lay there thinking of what had just happened.

The blond was the first to speak.

“So Harry, how exactly did you wind up in my clothes closet?” He didn’t sound upset, just curious so Harry told him about detention, reading Severus’ book, the tea and the rest of it up to his hiding behind the shelves. When he finished he looked at the blond, guessing he’d be furious. This was his day for surprises.

Lucius rolled over to look at the brunet and chuckled.

“I think we owe Severus a gift and I have the perfect thing for him. He did bring us together. I’m not even mad thinking that the perv used to watch me. He had to have some fun in his life after all.”

With a wave of his hand, Lucius had a large box sent off to Severus Snape’s quarter.

With a chuckle, he pulled the Wizarding World’s savior closer to his side.

“Listen for a minute.”

Harry waited and was rewarded when he heard a blood curdling scream. It was Severus. The brunet was shocked and Lucius rolled back and forth on the bed laughing.

Down the corridor in Snape’s quarters, the not so quiet of sound of 50,000 butterflies’ wings could be heard flapping. Severus stood there in sheer terror and read the note again.

“You have been spelled so you can never hold another butterfly net. Enjoy them. I enjoyed my present and plan on keeping it. I won’t need a net either to catch his attention.”

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