School Daze

A/N: Thanks to Ali, knightmare and Eeyore for the beta and read-throughs.


“It seems as if all I do is go into and come out of Floos with you,” Harry said, brushing soot off his shoulders. Lucius, as usual, was immaculate. “And how do you manage to not get soot all over your cloak?”

“Because, I’m Lucius, and you’re not,” Lucius joked.

“Oh, ha ha, busting a gut over here,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes. He leaned in for a kiss.

“Oh, for the love of Merlin, must you do that in my private sanctuary?” Severus grumbled.

“You really need to get laid, Sev,” Harry said, breaking away. “What, Draco not getting the job done?”

Harry winced as Lucius cuffed him in the back of the head. He rubbed the sore spot, glaring.

“If you insist on acting like a brat, brat, then I shall treat you like one,” Lucius said, by way of explanation.

“What I do, or don’t do, is none of your business, Potter,” Severus said. “And, how many times must I ask you not to call me ‘Sev’? I despise that.”

“Oooh, tag-teaming Death Eaters!” Harry exclaimed, mock-shivering. “I’m scared now.”

Severus stepped closer to Harry. “You would do well to remember that you are currently in the company of the inner circle of the former Dark Lord. Together, Lucius and I could show you spells that would guarantee you would never sleep peacefully again,” Severus intoned menacingly.

Harry swallowed nervously, then turned to Lucius and dove into his arms. “Luc, Severus is playing scary Death Eater again,” he whined, words muffled by his lover’s cloak.

“Oh, poor baby,” Lucius said, smoothing the hair on Harry’s head and chuckling. “What did I tell you about poking serpents?”

“Do not poke a snarky Slytherin, for we are crunchy and taste good with ketchup,” Harry recited.

Severus and Lucius laughed aloud, and Harry grinned. “You didn’t really tell him that, did you?” Severus asked.

“Does that sound like something I’d say?” Lucius returned.

“Not the words, per se, but the sentiment, surely,” Severus replied. “Come, the Great Hall should be clear by now.” He led the way out of his chambers and up through the dungeons.

~@~

The Great Hall looked the same as always, with its enchanted ceiling and tables lined up next to each other. School banners stirred in the eddies of air that seeped in from the corridor. Harry had a pang of nostalgia for days gone by.

“I shall cast a Notice-Me-Not charm on the doors, “Severus said. “You have one hour. Use it wisely.”

“Oh, we will,” Harry said, pulling Lucius towards the head table. The doors closed behind them.

“So, brat,” Lucius said, once they reached the large table, “what’s on the menu?”

“I thought I’d start with an appetizer,” Harry murmured, pulling Lucius’ head closer and claiming his lips. He groaned as Lucius pulled him closer and plundered his mouth. Harry tasted the brandy they’d shared prior to leaving the manor, and, underneath, the familiar tang of Lucius. “Mmm,” he moaned as the kiss ended.

“Strip. And then, up on the table,” Lucius ordered.

“I love it when you’re forceful,” Harry breathed, hopping up onto the table. He unzipped his boots and removed them, along with his socks, and dropped them to the floor. He followed these with his shirt, jeans and boxer-briefs. He arranged himself in a prone position and urged his lover to hurry. “Come on, Lucius, this table’s bloody cold!”

“Don’t worry,” Lucius said, discarding his trousers and climbing up. “I’ll warm you up.” He stretched his long form over Harry’s, cradling Harry’s head in his hands. Harry brought his arms up under Lucius’, holding him close. Lucius kissed him again, moving from lips to neck, sucking a livid bruise above Harry’s collarbone, and down to tease his nipples. He loved the way Harry’s body responded to his touch.

“Lucius, wait,” Harry said, halting his progress. “Swing around.”

Lucius grinned. “What a spectacular idea, love,” he said, placing his cock above Harry’s lips.

“I know. Head on the Head Table,” Harry laughed. He reached up, and sucked Lucius in, moaning around his mouthful as Lucius did the same.

~@~

Draco stopped by Severus’ quarters, but, finding no one there, continued back to the entrance hall. As he headed for the Headmistress’ office, he felt a heavy spell in place. Knowing that the doors to the Great Hall were ahead, but unable to see them, he made for the teacher’s entrance at the opposite end of the corridor. This door was not warded, and, hearing sounds, he opened them and stepped inside.

There, on the head table, were his father and Harry, sucking each other off rather noisily.

“Oh, Gods!” he exclaimed, covering his eyes. Two heads turned in his direction.

“Draco, this is becoming quite an annoying habit of yours,” his father said impatiently. “Do you mind?”

“Father, you’re ruining every good memory I have!” Draco cried. “First, your desk, and now the head table…I’m gonna need therapy, I just know it,” he moaned.

“Draco, will you get the fuck out of here?” Harry yelled. “Go find Sev and do…whatever it is you two do.” Harry drew Lucius’ cock back to his waiting mouth.

“Draco…leave, now,” Lucius ground out.

Draco whirled around and took off at a run. As he rounded the corner, he smacked into Severus, almost bowling them both over.

“Draco, what in the world…” Severus started.

“Severus, why can’t my father be normal, and fuck at home, in bed, like everyone else?” Draco whined.

“Because, he’s Lucius,” Severus said, chuckling. “Come. Let me ease your suffering.”

“Oh, Gods, you promise?” Draco pleaded.

~@~

Harry knelt over Lucius, facing away. Lucius held onto his hips, steadying him.

“All right, love?” Lucius asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied. He positioned himself, and let Lucius guide his cock into him. As always, the pinch and burn of entry made him hiss, as he sank slowly onto Lucius’ length. He took several deep breaths, allowing his body to adapt. Ha gave an experimental wiggle, then began to slowly raise and lower himself. He leaned back onto his hands, and rode Lucius hard.

Lucius gripped Harry’s hips, driving upward into him. The hard wood beneath him was unforgiving, and he would pay for it the next day, his pale skin victim to several hard to reach scrapes. At this point, he could have cared less. He was more concerned with listening to his lover’s moans of pleasure. He held Harry still, pounding into him, at last rewarded with the quiver of muscles that signalled Harry’s impending orgasm.

“Luciussss,” Harry whimpered, as his orgasm raced through him, hitting his chest and splattering onto the wood. Lucius gave one last thrust, and emptied himself into Harry. Panting harshly, he pulled himself into a sitting position, holding Harry against his chest.

“Gods, that was great,” Harry panted, turning his head for a kiss.

“It was,” Lucius agreed. He kissed the back of Harry’s neck. “Where shall we go next? Slytherin table or Gryffindor?”

“I was thinking about Dumbledore’s chair,” Harry said.

Lucius smirked. “I like the way you think.” Pulling himself free, he slid off the table, and sat in the large chair, placing Harry onto his lap. After several minutes spent kissing and caressing, they began again.

***

In the Headmistress’ office, a deep, rumbling chuckle issued from Dumbledore’s portrait.

“Ah, love,” he said. “Is there anything finer? Perhaps I should pay Severus a visit.”

If one were to look up at the portrait, they would see that trademark twinkle in the beloved former Headmaster’s eyes.

***


Harry and Lucius walked back to Severus’ quarters, sated and happy. They took their time, as they were both a little sore from their escapades. Lucius pointed out secret passageways that led to hidden chambers deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts, places that didn’t show up on Harry’s map. Harry observed that there weren’t many portraits in the dungeons, and Lucius explained that the Slytherins knew that the portraits reported to the Headmaster, hence the lack of them in this area. Salazar knew what he was doing, Harry gave him that. All of a sudden, a flash of bright colour seemed to fly through one of those few portraits, catching both men’s eyes.

“Did you see that?” Harry asked.

“I did,” Lucius replied. A thought came to him. “You know, those looked an awful lot like those hideous robes that Albus was wont to wear.” Noting that they were about half a corridor away from Severus’ rooms, Lucius grinned. This was the grin that usually had grown men suddenly sinking to their knees and offering their first-borns in exchange for mercy.

“You have any idea how fucking scary you look right now?” Harry asked, blanching.

“Harry, if that was Dumbledore, where do you suppose he’s headed?” Lucius asked, a malicious gleam in his eye.

Harry glanced in the direction in which they were headed. “Oh, fuck me,” he whispered.

“Later, love,” Lucius said, bringing them to a halt. He wrapped his arms around Harry from behind. “In about ten seconds, Severus will scream loud enough to shatter his wards all to hell,” Lucius predicted.

Harry turned his head to look up at his lover. “You’re evil,” he said, laughing.

“Serves Draco right for interrupting us. Again.”

A bellow loud enough to wake the dead issued from down the corridor.

“WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE????” Severus screamed.

Harry and Lucius clutched each other, doubled over with laughter. The yelling abated somewhat, but muffled sounds could still be heard. Lucius grabbed Harry’s hand. “Ready?” he asked.

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Harry said. They stopped at the heavy oak door, and Lucius opened it.

There, on the sofa, Severus lay limply, naked from the waist down. A blond head bobbed up and down, moaning around his mouthful.

“Oh, eeeewwwwww!” Harry screeched, nose wrinkled and tongue hanging out in feigned disgust.

Severus looked up, surprised for the second time in the last five minutes, jarring Draco loose from his erection. Draco turned around, glaring.

“Can’t you bloody knock?” he snarled.

“Well, I suppose we could have, but since you seem to like walking in on us, we thought we’d return the favour,” Harry said, grinning. He glanced over Draco’s head. “Damn, Sev, you’re hung like a fucking horse!”

Severus whipped his wand out with blinding speed, and Lucius’ quickly timed “Expelliarmus!” was the only thing that saved Harry from turning into a dung-beetle. “Now, now, Severus, no need to be cruel,” Lucius admonished. “It was a compliment, after all.”

“Lucius, I value your friendship. But, if you don’t leave now, I won’t be responsible for what happens,” Severus hissed.

Harry reached out, and, with difficulty, lowered Lucius’ wand arm. “It’s all right, love. We should go,” he said softly, realizing that the joke may have gone a bit too far. And, he didn’t want Lucius and Severus angry with each other, not on his account. “Sorry, Draco, Severus,” Harry apologized. He turned to the fireplace, tossed in the green powder, and called out his flat as his destination. Lucius gave a nod of his head to his son and his friend, and followed.

Harry headed for his bar, and poured two drinks, his hand not quite steady. Some of the giddiness of the evening had left him; seeing Severus pointing his wand at him had shaken him a bit. But, seeing the look on Lucius’ face when he disarmed Severus scared him a little more. He looked at the amount of alcohol that he had poured for himself. Okay, a lot. Sighing, he turned towards the sofa, where Lucius waited. He silently handed him his drink, and sat down.

“I’m sorry, Lucius,” Harry said.

“For what?”

“For not knowing when to keep my mouth shut,” Harry replied. “Severus was really angry, and Draco’s probably pissed at me, too.”

“You weren’t alone in your teasing, love,” Lucius reminded him. “I egged you on. But when he raised his wand at you…” Lucius broke off, looking murderous.

“It was my fault,” Harry argued. “I’ve been looking to take the Mickey out of him since he and Draco popped into your study that day.”

“Be that as it may,” Lucius began, then stopped. With his free hand, he drew a finger down Harry’s cheek and under his chin, which he lifted. “You and Severus are remarkably alike in some ways, Harry. You both lash out in anger, and only consider the damage after it’s been done. It’s why you two fight so often. However, no one will ever raise their wand to you in my presence without feeling my wrath. No one,” he said. “You are very precious to me, Harry. I will not see you come to harm, not if I can help it.”

“Lucius,” Harry whispered, moving closer to him. He wrapped his arms around Lucius’ neck and kissed him softly, yet urgently. Lucius returned the kiss just as strongly, cupping the back of Harry’s head. Harry broke the kiss and sighed. “How long will you be out of town?” he asked.

“A week. Perhaps longer,” Lucius answered. “It depends on how smoothly the meetings go. Believe me, I do not wish to be parted from you that long, but duty calls.”

“I know how that is,” Harry replied ruefully. “Can you stay a bit longer? I know you have to leave early, and I sound like a whiny brat, but…hold me ‘til I fall asleep?”

“I will,” Lucius answered. “In fact, how about we shower? I still feel a bit sticky.”

He was rewarded with a brilliant smile.

~@~

Harry climbed into bed, and curled his body around Lucius, who lay on top of the covers.

“Comfortable?” Lucius asked.

“Mmm,” Harry murmured. “Lucius?”

“Yes?”

“When can we go away again?”

“I’ll have to check my calendar. Probably not for awhile, I’m afraid. If all goes well this coming week, the Ministry is going to become a very busy place. That includes your department, too. Just think, Harry…for the first time in Merlin knows how long, the Ministries of Magic around the world are actually conducting a summit meeting, in order to keep something like Voldemort from ever taking hold of our world again,” Lucius explained.

“I know. Things really are changing, aren’t they?,” Harry said with a yawn.

Lucius gazed at the beautiful young man in his arms. “They are, indeed.” Leaning down, he placed a gentle, lingering kiss upon his lips. “Sleep, brat. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Mm-kay,” Harry said sleepily. “Lucius? I…” Harry trailed off, already asleep.

Placing one last kiss atop Harry’s head, Lucius pulled up the bedclothes. With a smile, he replied, “Me too, love. Me, too.”