Closer

Closer

By: Xandria, Copyright © 2002 Xandria

Author\'s Notes: Inspired by the HP trailer where Lucius inspects Harry\'s scar at Flourish and Blotts.

This is non consensual (rape) chanslash (underage sex) -- do not read if this subject matter bothers you. I do not personally advocate forced or underage sex, but this is the matter of this story.

Special thanks to my beloved beta reader, moonlight69. And a heartfelt thanks to the naughty supplier of muses, Ixchelmala.

Disclaimer: All obvious HP characters and concepts are property of their respective owners. No infringement is intended.

Rated: NC-17

Summary: Lucius employs a highly unorthodox method to discern the extent of Harry\'s power.


One more step, Lucius told himself as he stood quite still, barely breathing, and quite near the hidden exit from Flourish & Blotts he had known about since his third year at Hogwarts. Around him were stacks of dusty tomes that had become exceedingly difficult to sell over the decades but which the shop\'s owner would not return to the publisher for one reason or another. None of which Lucius Malfoy cared about, for his eyes were fixed not on the books, but a very special boy several feet from where he stood -- quite distinct from other boys.

The boy with unruly black hair replaced a slender crimson cloth book on a shelf and absently meandered his way deeper into the bookstore, an almost complacent aura about him. He moved unknowingly closer to the Lord of Malfoy Manor. His curious green eyes roved everywhere else, eventually skimming over the darkness in the corner -- a darkness he stepped toward without a thought.

In a mere second, Lucius circled a startled Harry, holding a fine black-gloved finger to his thin pale lips in a motion to quiet the boy. He nudged the youth out the rear door with the platinum shod of his cane pressed firmly into Harry\'s small back. Lucius felt this opportunity was far too promising to permit it to slip by, and began calculating precisely how the next few moments would play out based on considerations long since residing in the back of his mind.

The wash of bright white sunlight cast immediately upon them as they vacated the bookshop caused Harry to squint behind his round glasses, effectively disorienting him. \"What are you doing?\" he demanded of the blonde in finely tailored heavy black vestments, burgundy silk brocade peeking out suggestively behind the platinum cloak clasps.

\"You\'ll see. Come along peaceably, young Mr. Potter,\" Lucius replied officiously with a subtle sneer before Harry could protest, harrying the famous boy down a maze of alleys, each one growing darker, narrower, quieter and colder until the sun no longer shone directly in their path. Lucius moved them so rapidly, he was certain Harry would have lost his way were he abandoned at this juncture. But Lucius had no intention of departing the boy\'s company -- yet. Not until he obtained what he wished from young Mr. Potter. Not until he had an opportunity to study the one person who had withstood the supposed tremendous power of Voldemort.

When they arrived at what appeared to be a dead end, the stone walls damp with thick viscous moisture, the flagstones on the ground cracked with short dull green weeds desperate to live in between, Harry placed his hands on his knees and wheezed to catch his laboured breath. His short legs were no match for the older Wizard\'s quick long strides. His eyelids flickered, seeming to have difficulty adjusting to the contrasting light and then absence thereof. \"Why have you brought me here?\" Harry demanded, looking up at Lucius, barely a tinge of fear in those bright eyes.

If Harry possessed the knowledge others did concerning Lord Malfoy, he would be very frightened just now. Very frightened indeed. However, as it was and as it should be, Harry possessed very little knowledge concerning the elder Malfoy, although Lucius knew it was only a matter of time before that changed. Lucius withdrew his wand, black walnut with dragon heartstring, and quickly silenced the vicinity. As undisturbed as they would be in this locale of Knockturn, there was no need for carelessness. Lucius was anything but careless.

Harry\'s strenuous breathing abated and he straightened his spine, his hands twitching just a little at his sides, only now struck with the potential gravity of his predicament. But this was the boy who last year faced Voldemort for the second time in his life -- the boy who lived. \"I ask you again, Mr. Malfoy, why have you brought me here?\" he asked more firmly, his pretty mouth moving around each word so emphatically, his obvious agitation lending to a far more lively and appealing image before Lucius.

Lucius stepped toward Harry until their cloaks were nearly touching, for the boy stood his ground and did not back away. Within, Lucius grinned delightedly but outwardly revealed no emotion upon his pale pointy-faced visage. He raised his left hand, gripping the ebony walking stick tightly, and began to speak in that slippery drawl so many others had previously fallen before in defeat, \ are are a very talented young man, Mr. Potter, with such a reputation. Your role as saviour must be discomfiting for you.\"

\"I do quite fine, thanks,\" Harry\'s eyes hardened as he stood unflinching, meeting cold pewter cut eyes with equally veiled hostility. He did, however, swallow rather noticeably, his slender throat bobbing slowly as it pushed down the last vestiges of saliva his mouth was likely to produce for a few moments whilst trapped in a state of apprehension.

The blonde aristocrat breathed in deeply, slowly, bringing the serpent shod to Harry\'s forehead, where his eyes now flickered in focus -- like a snake\'s tongue, tasting the scent of its prey. He exhaled just as quietly as he caught strands of the boy\'s jet hair in the metallic fangs of his serpent, pushing the dark locks aside to reveal the lightning bolt mark, regarded as a holy relic, and cruelly etched into nubile flesh 11 years previous. He whispered seductively for the second time this afternoon, \"Your scar is legend.\"

Harry\'s tone wavered this time, instinct correctly forewarning him of a perilous predicament, \"What do you want?\"

The corners of Lucius\' mouth curled into a malicious grin, his eyes still fixed to the boy\'s forehead and the very famous mark upon it. Lucius had not concerned himself with what he suspected was a temporary defeat of the Dark Lord he had ostensibly served 11 years previous, but the timing of Voldemort\'s fall had proven most inconvenient for his plans. However, the extent of the boy\'s prowess was a curiosity to be explored and determined -- here and now and in his own iniquitous fashion. His left arm dropped ever so slowly, dragging the icy serpent shod down the side of Harry\'s flushed face. He did not pause even when he felt the youth shiver, but continued the sensual sliding of cool metal along Harry\'s jawline provocatively.

The more licentious need within the blonde seemed to chill Harry to the core as Lucius parted thin lips ever so slightly, cresting a pointed pink tongue on the front upper row of pure white teeth. Lucius watched with a flicker of amusement as Harry quickly stepped back and withdrew his wand.

\"Expelliarmus!\" Lucius was not quite so distracted by the boy\'s comeliness as he might have led to believe. Obfuscation of intent and misrepresenting himself were attributes Lucius lived by and did so with the very ease with which others breathed air -- with the exception of Harry just now, who seemed to have difficulty pulling air into his fear affected lungs. He was interested, however, as to what particular spell the boy who lived might have conjured against him, for the youth had only received one year of defence against the dark arts. But this was a passing curiosity, and one that did not burn as brightly as those at the forefront of Lucius\' sharp mind.

Harry observed as his wand was effectively ripped from his grip and sent skittering along the stone alley floor. His eyes slowly shifted from the displaced wand to the expressionless blonde before him. He seemed to be forcing deeper breaths.

Lucius could see the boy\'s mind weighing potential options. Screaming for aid would be futile. Rushing for the absent wand would only provoke Lucius once again. Harry\'s choices were indeed quite limited. Lucius\' options, however, were immeasurable, and he contemplated a course of action designed to illuminate his speculations regarding the boy.

With his back firmly against the cold clammy wall, Harry stared into the chastening eyes of the elder Malfoy with dread. His fingers touched the slick moisture behind him, and remained fixed, unmoving.

The boy wasn\'t entirely fearful, Lucius grinned cruelly -- that he could discern. Harry was a carefully plotting boy, and not prone to a reaction for the sake of having to react. Lucius could appreciate such a trait and would know more. He advanced upon the boy, walking stick in his left hand and wand in his right. \"Tsk, tsk, Mr. Potter,\" he shook his head lightly in condemnation, his long blonde tresses shifting like a nest of thin albino vipers around his shoulders.

Harry sealed his mouth shut and glowered up at Lucius, refusing to speak further for he\'d evidently voiced all he desired to at this juncture.

Bravery and cunning amidst fear, Lucius mused at the complexity of Harry\'s conflicting state, pressing the smooth platinum tip of the cane into the boy\'s chest. He rolled the cane slightly as he guided it lower, dust and dirt particles formerly on the cane now transferred onto Harry\'s cloak. \"I have no desire to...\" Lucius captured Harry\'s eyes and cocked his head to the side, grinning mischievously, \"... inflict serious physical damage upon your person, young Mr. Potter.\"

Harry observedetlyetly, without moving, as Lucius lifted the cane for close inspection, narrowing his scrutinizing eyes, as though the stick was vastly important in this particular moment of time. The blonde set his thin lips firmly, parted them slightly and blew the last speck of unwanted dust from the walking stick\'s tip. Hard gray eyes clamped once more onto Harry\'s and the green-eyed boy swallowed hard as though disbelieving the aristocrat\'s statement.

Lucius lowered his left hand, and without breaking his penetrating gaze, captured Harry\'s leather belt with his cane, pulling it from the boy\'s trouser loop. Deftly moving the platinum tip beneath the leather strip within the buckle, Lucius continued to prise the belt length from its housing until it was snared taut by the buckle\'s tine.

Harry\'s fingers curled slowly into a fist and as he was about to make another motion, Lucius retracted the cane and spun it neatly between gloved fingers so the serpent head was now where the tip had been, poised at Harry\'s waist, ready to strike at its master\'s insatiable command. For another endless moment, Harry remained utterly still.

Dropping his daunting gaze briefly, Lucius inserted one of the serpent\'s fangs into a belt hole and pulled his arm back, thereby freeing the tine from the leather and permitting the buckle to slide freely. Smiling wickedly now, the aristocrat lifted the shod, and observed rapaciously as the buckle fell completely away from the leather strip. As he guided the fangs to nestle above the topmost button of Harry\'s trousers, he lifted his eyes to meet the boy\'s once more, ravenous hunger quite apparent.

Shaking his head slowly from side to side in the negative, Harry\'s red lips began to part. \"No,\" he said firmly, his hands firing out to reach for the cane, rejecting Lucius\' immoral intrusion upon his person.

\"Pity,\" Lucius murmured with a tinge of lament as though an entertainment had been found lacking, \"No matter.\" Raising his wand, Lucius uttered a spell he knew by heart and had made use of for many years, \"Imperio.\"

Harry\'s small yet strong fingers were wrapped around the walking stick, entirely motionless now, like his lips, parted as though prepared to articulate another volley of refusals opposing Lucius -- refusals that never materialized.

Tapped into the boy\'s mind, a highly amused grin crossed Lucius\' pale visage, and he whispered seductively, \"Well, Harry Potter, you do have substantial power -- although it is entirely unfocused. Let\'s see just how deep the Wizard\'s blood flows in your veins, shall we?\"

Harry could feel Lucius coiled like a serpent in his mind -- cold, seductive and manipulating. When Lucius bade him, without a sound uttered from those thin pale lips, to drop his hands and lean back once more against the clammy wall, Harry had no choice but to obey. He did, however, resist, to which Lucius only pressed harder and successfully -- the blonde, after all, had much more experience in the coercive arts... both magical and mundane.

Another satisfied smirk, and Lucius tugged once more on the boy\'s trousers with his cane. He wouldn\'t conceive of touching the boy with his hands, gloved even as they were -- a person born to a disdainful Mudblood. If this were not important to him, Lucius would ordinarily ignore the boy of despicable lineage. Lucius felt Harry combat his advances with considerable fortitude, and the challenge only furthered his perverse desire. Lucius touched his tongue tip to his upper lip and felt himself stiffen in his dark breeches. He opened the front of Harry\'s trousers -- the boy who would be entering his second year at Hogwarts under the tutelage and protection of the vastly irritating Muggle and Mudblood lover Headmaster Dumbledore. But where were Harry\'s protectors now, Lucius mused deliciously as he manoeuvred the cane to defrock the boy further.

Harry managed a grimace of distaste as his trousers and underpants were forced down just below his knees, the belt buckle scraping on the flagstone flooring, and the serpent shod between his legs, pushing on the fabric purposely.

\"What\'s it like, young Mr. Potter, to have me in your mind, controlling your reactions, inhibiting your desired responses and replacing them with entirely different actions?\" Lucius inquired, although it wasn\'t a question at all. He grinned salaciously, sliding the cool platinum shod with scaled ridges up Harry\'s ivory inner thigh, the serpent kissing the young flesh teasingly.

No response emerged from the boy\'s crimson lips, for no vocalization was permitted.

Lucius continued in that silken drawl as though he was lecturing, although the lust in his tone indicated anything but, \"There are varying degrees of Imperius. I could blank your mind and give you an agenda that you would follow to the letter. Or I could merely weave within your subconscious a thought or two that would result in your eventually enacting my bidding without knowing quite how or why.\" The blonde appreciatively sucked in his breath for a moment, drawing the serpent down the inside of Harry\'s other thigh, his breeches feeling quite restricted now. \"Or, Harry Potter, I could give you any degree of control over yourself I wish. I can let your mind entirely alone, manipulating only a selection of your physical responses.\"

As though on cue, and not of his own volition, Harry slid part way down the wall, his cloak bunching slightly at his back and the metal belt buckle jangling against stone in response to the sudden movement. He simply glared at the arrogant blonde, ignoring the uncomfortably balled fabric at his back.

\"Mmmnn,\" Lucius intoned appreciatively, sliding the cane, warming slightly from the boy\'s body heat, up to the youth\'s soft member between short legs. He began to stroke Harry slowly, coaxingly, and waited quite patiently until the boy managed something of an erection before whispering, \"It must be very disconcerting to have someone else in your mind, never quite sure if your actions are at your behest or the one invading your psyche.\" Lucius paused and added nonchalantly, \"Or so I\'ve been told. I\'ve never been under Imperius myself.\"

Harry dropped his chin as though in defeat, his green eyes fixed on his erection, now standing straight out from his thin body. He could not shut his eyes against the glinting serpent, caressing and sliding unwanted along his boyish length, as Harry refuted the pleasure encircling his spine. Pleasure guided by Lucius, the older Wizard holding the cane and malatilating both it and the boy to satisfaction.

Lucius fashioned a continuous flow of licentious desire, extending from himself, through the cane, to Harry and returning to him where the repetition would build upon itself exponentially. Lucius\' ravenous hunger became Harry\'s need. Harry\'s need became Lucius\' desire to fulfil, for in so doing he served himself. Lucius could sense the stroking of the boy\'s erection as though it were his own, and felt his heart race a little faster and his narrow hips twitch just a fraction beneath his fine heavy black cloak. Lucius almost bit his own lip as he drew the scaled shod back and forth against the hairless flesh of Harry\'s undercarriage, edging further back behind the boy\'s malleable skin.

Harry might have been grateful when the snake ceased its torment, slithering now up his chest, over his cloak, and coming to rest beneath his chin, pushing his head upright. Harry swallowed and his body began to shiver, painfully aware he was suddenly more in control than he had been moments ago, conscious of his erection and his throbbing desire.

Lucius twirled the cane once more, the tip now at Harry\'s full red lips. The aristocrat smirked devilishly while he commanded; enunciating each word with aching clarity, \"Take it in your mouth and suck.\"

Harry was about to shake his head in the negative when he found his feeble control usurped once more. He opened his mouth and felt the chilly cane tip slide over his lower lip and come to rest on his tongue.

Gray eyes narrowed coercively as the demand was repeated once more -- but directly into the boy\'s mind. Suck.

And Harry sucked. He swirled his tongue around the length of the ebony cane with its metal tip nearly lodged uncomfortably at the back of his throat, the gag reflex also denied him. In so doing, and with some prodding from Lucius, his mouth began to salivate, coating the cane with slippery fluid.

For a moment, as he continued to channel the flow of arousing energy, Lucius imagined his member inside Harry\'s innocent mouth, boyish lips stretched wide and sliding down his shaft, with a small tongue flickering his hard flesh as eagerly as it presently was to his walking stick. The blonde grew very warm and ever more aroused, noting a pink flush to the boy\'s skin.

Harry gasped for air when the invasive cane finally left his sore and swollen mouth. He managed to dig his fingers against the wall behind him, steeling himself for what he feared most and for the life of him could not flee from.

Lucius dropped his sadistic gaze as he lowered the cane, seeing the boy was still very hard, but without a drop of precome glistening on its head. He leaned forward just enough to ensure the desired angle of the cane for his deviant purpose. His own erection chedched in his trousers as he guided the cane tip between Harry\'s legs and brushed its slick surface against the boy\'s virgin opening.

A sudden shocked gasp escaped Harry\'s lips and he clenched his fists -- the only movements he was permitted. Lucius very much desired to hear and see even a fraction of the boy\'s genuine response to this violation. Admittedly, the older Wizard would have enjoyed experiencing the full force of the youth\'s resistant reaction, however, there was a purpose to this diversion and it would not be served with Harry fully in control of himself.

A pink tongue tip swiped firmly against the edge of Lucius\' upper teeth as he nudged the cane slowly, eventually inserting the saliva-covered end into the boy. He nearly spent himself right then, his arousal heightened by the terror mounting ever so steadily in the back of Harry\'s mind. A mind that he presently controlled -- much to Lucius\' twisted delight.

Harry was forced to breathe now, for he\'d forgotten how. His boyish hips moved steadily of their own accord, fucking the end of Lucius\' cane as it glided with ease in and out of the tight puckered flesh. His erection throbbed mercilessly, protruding obscenely with the cane angled between his bent legs.

Despite other base urgings, Lucius maintained his physical distance. He was satisfied to coalesce their pleasure until it was indeterminable as to who was the source, only that the culmination of this debauchery grew ever closer for both of them. He guided the cane deliberately, sometimes a little deeper than he knew he ought, wondering what Harry\'s young body would be like to plunder with his stiff ivory flesh. The blonde\'s breath hitched in his throat and he suppressed a feral growl as he observed a length of the walking stick disappear time and time again, faster and faster, Harry\'s eyes desperate to close while his body grew more rigid with each penetrative thrust. But Harry could no more prevent the pleasure forced upon him than Lucius could deny the delight he received from such a decadent act as this. Straightening his stance, Lucius reluctantly withdrew his cane from the boy, turned the stick once more and resumed stroking Harry\'s groin with the cooled serpent shod. The platinum scaled ridges created enough friction to heighten their linked arousal towards a climax.

Harry, as hard as he tried, could not squeeze his eyes shut against the illicit onslaught against his person. Lucius\' eyes were as cold and impersonal as the cane -- caressing the youth, coaxing a release entirely without his permission. For a moment, they were utterly bound in sensations and reactions -- desire feeding fear, feeding lust, feeding desire again.

Lucius\' breaths grew stilted as his hand moved the cane more rapidly along the boy\'s prepubescent erection. Stimulating and throbbing warmth from their lustful energy encircled the blonde Wizard\'s painfully erect member. He finally cried out, Harry\'s own choked sob of release nearly as loud, as Lucius spent himself in his breeches. With raspy breaths, Lucius looked down and noted the studded cane collar glistening with thick white fluid. He invaded Harry\'s mind further and discovered this was the boy\'s first orgasm -- Lucius was immensely amused.

Harry observed as though from a distance, as it was all he could do, as Lucius charmed clothing and cane clean. Afterwards, Harry\'s hands moved down to grip his trousers and pull them up over his skinny hips. He tucked his shirt in, buttoned and then closed his belt tight around his waist, all evidence of his violation absent with the exception of several scuffmarks on his belt buckle.

\"Thank you, young Mr. Potter, for providing me with a most pleasant method of traipsing through your mind and discovering for myself the power behind the boy who lived,\" Lucius grinned sadistically, having learned that while Harry was a Wizard of respectable proficiency in his own right, the boy was simply that and any extraordinary power was particular to Voldemort alone -- which could prove advantageous should the Dark Lord some day find the means to return. Lucius rapidly guided them through the maze of alleys once more to Flourish and Blotts. Outside the secret exit, Lucius cast one more spell upon Harry, \"Obliviate,\" effectively erasing the depraved excursion from the boy\'s mind.

The last thing Harry would forget is stumbling into the bookshop and falling into a brief state of unconsciousness, curled upon the floor amidst the stacks of non-saleable volumes, where Ron Weasley, who would likely tease Harry relentlessly about falling asleep in a bookstore, would soon discover him.

From the wickedly delightful alley interlude, the Lord of Malfoy manor had also learned not to underestimate Harry Potter. Harry merited closer observation, for the boy who lived would, in all likelihood, develop into a very useful tool with respect to advancing his own inexhaustible schemes.

Lucius\' lips curled into a smile of satisfaction as he patted the right side of his cloak, feeling against his gloved fingers the hard contours of a rare and extraordinary tome. The last item of the day\'s agenda was even nearer to him now, and Lucius moved silently through the bookstore toward the Weasley family. After today, Lucius Malfoy would be considerably closer to the culmination of his true desires.

~ fin ~