This Is Where The World Drops Off

Gakked from pfodge

2008-12-03T04:34:01Z

It's so pretteh!!!

ION....MY SHOES CAME!!!!!!! *dances*

Ummm, help!!!

2008-11-30T22:32:06Z

So I broke down and bought ~~5000 identical black shirts~~ icons during the sale.

And I have tons of icons in folders on my computer.

But I need more.

I need anime ones, and LOTR, and HP, very lacking HP, and more QAF.

Oh, and animated. I love flashy shiny icons!!! Need more of those, too.

So, share!!! Links will do!!!

Kthxbai.

Gakked from firehead30

2008-11-28T02:33:43Z

Well, surprise, surpise, surprise!!

Your rainbow is intensely shaded red, white, and violet.

What is says about you: You are a passionate person. You appreciate quiet moments. People depend on you to make them feel secure. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

Even my rainbow is shiny!!

Thanksgiving Rec-A-Thon

2008-11-27T23:39:33Z

Happy Thanksgiving, my beloved flist!!

I hope you all are having a great day. And if you're elsewhere and don't celebrate it, I hope you're having a great day as well.

I have a longer fic that I'm gonna rec tomorrow, but I wanted to get a one-shot in here.

Figs And Leaves, by rhiannonhero is a really sweet story featuring stoned Brian, Justin and Jennifer. Just a normal night at No 6 Fuller, corner of Tremont. No angst, no stress, just a funny little evening with Mom and the boys. Enjoy!!

Teh Stupid, it burns!!!!!

2008-11-27T18:07:24Z

Okay, I'm buying ~~5000 black shirts~~ Userpics, but can't figure out HOW TO. When I go to the payment area, it only gives the option of the 10.00 userpics. I don't see the Insane Userpic option.

Help me!!! I gotta go cook soon, need to get this done!!!

ETA: As usual, teh stupid got me. I'm HOURS early! *facepalm*

Men suck. I'm just saying.

2008-11-25T02:16:40Z

I have had the most stressful last few days. I deserve a treat.

And my husband says no.

Asshole.

So I got a call last Friday saying that I was having a property inspection today.

Yes, today.

Less than 72 hours notice.

I was not happy. In fact, I was so stressed out that my period came back, a week after it ended. So, not happy, crampy...just all around pissed off.

Oh, plus I had to work this weekend. *headdesk*

So, the inspection.

I'm expeccting about four or five people, like the last hundred times I did this earlier this year. One person came. And thanks be, I recognized her from last time. She's very nice, only wanted to see 4 of the 15 units requested, and was gone in an hour. So, one down.

Next up? Inspection on the 4th of December.

Oh, did I mention that this was right smack in the middle of rent time? And, maybe it's just me, but I know I specifically told the owner the last time that anything before the 6th is hard for that very reason.

So...I logged on to look at shoes.

My daughters seem to think that knee-high, high-heeled boots are "hooker boots." I had to prove them wrong...plus defend the black, knew high, 4 in boots in my closet are not hooker boots.

This is where the "Men suck" part comes in.

So he said, "show them some thigh highs, those are hooker boots." So I did. And while I was looking around, I found these:

OMG!!!!

He says I can't have them, cause they're "too high, and I'll break my neck".

Pffft.

Defend my right to have these, bitches!!

Oh, and they cost 40 DOLLARS!!!!! ASDF!!!!!!!

Two of my fellow Brian worshippers have birthdays!

2008-11-23T07:15:02Z

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, plasticine_star & tweedygal!!

Hope you ladies had a lovely day.

Look what I found, laying around. He bought the ice cream, even!! See it?? Right there, on his chest??

Now, how's that for a present?

Thanks to Reminiscent Designs for the pic!!

Chocolate Spice!!

2008-11-20T05:17:31Z

I gakked this from wolfiekins and celandineb

Your result for What Spice Are You Test...

You are Ginger!

10% Habanero, 0% Sage, 0% Thyme, 30% Ginger, 20% Garlic, 10% Curry, 30% Cinnamon and 0% Oregano!

You are versatile and yet rather erratic!

You can be hot or sweet, it just depends on your mood that day. Sometimes people overlook you and don't give you enough credit for who you are. They try to take advantage of you often, but you aren't one to just sit back and let it happen. When you've had enough you definitely let them know.

You can be a bit moody and have definitive up and down times. It makes being with you a challenge at times, but you have so much personality that being your friend is very much worth the challenge.

You can be very popular, and you don't mind being so. You are more a leader than a follower. You have a wide range of interests and abilities. In your opinion life is too short so you should do as much as you can during your lifetime.

You have your own flair and style, but you still look to see what is trendy.

Take What Spice Are You Test at HelloQuizzy

Damn shame I had to beta the results. lol

From Heaven To Earth in 1.01 Seconds

2008-11-11T19:40:04Z

The last post I did was on Election Night last week. I was estatic to the point of tears that night. And then Wednesday came, and with it came the news that California failed as a state.

I spent the next few days practically curled up in a ball over the horrific charges being thrown back and forth over the blogosphere...most of it screaming to anyone that would listen that it was the African American voters that passed Prop 8. Well, ain't that a smackdown of epic proportions!

Sure, a good sized segment of the AA voters here voted for it. So did every other demographic you can name, with the exeption of the gay community and its supporters. And the biggest offenders was The Church. Which church, you ask? Take your pick. Mormon, Catholic, Baptist, everyone had a hand. Of course the Church of LDS played the biggest role, in terms of money and message. What to do next?

Change the focus of the message, perhaps? "Unfair and wrong" didn't appear to sway enough people to vote against this. "Discrimination" appeared to fall onto deaf ears. What to do, what to do...

The answer came last night, in the guise of the most powerful Special Comment I've ever seen. Plase watch it.

Oh God,,,

2008-11-05T04:03:16Z

MSNBC just called the election.

Barack Obama will be the next President of the United States.

I am...no words. Back later.

ETA: Okay, I've stopped crying, for now. I just want to say to my flist and everyone watching...

HELL, YEAH!!!!!

Please God, kthx

2008-11-05T02:28:38Z

MSNBC just called Ohio for Obama.

I can't take much more of this...

I VOTED!!!

2008-11-04T17:17:13Z

Me, the man and the oldest child walked across the street to our polling place. It wasn't crowded, but busy. We waited about 3 minutes, then verified ourselves, received our ballots and sat down to mark them. We took our cheat sheets for the 5000 ballot measures, and yes, we all three voted NO ON PROP 8. The poll workers represented the make up of the neighborhood: Vietnamese, Hispanic, Indian and English-speaking. The election official, ex Navy Air (GO NAVY!!) told me that our polling place had the most traffic in the entire area...and it wasn't even 8:30 yet.

Rock on, San Jose!!

To my flist, I ask a favor: Stop by here, or on my LJ, and let me know you voted. I don't care who for (well, yeah, I do, but that's beside the point), and I don't care when, just drop by and say you did. Post your own election day experiences, involve the flist. Friends around the world, let me know what you're hearing. Today is a good day!

I'll stop back later with some video goodness.

Sooper Seekit Revealed!!!!

2008-11-02T03:16:57Z

Get thee hence!!!

GO HERE! NOW!

Teh Bitches been busy!! Special love to callie89 for her mad cappin' skillz!!

Sooper Seekrit!! Shhhh!

2008-11-01T03:40:50Z

We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams."
Jimmy Carter

The bitchesofbritin have a surprise coming soon. Stay tuned!

*walks away whistling*

HEY RIFF!! SHOW US YOUR MOTHER!!!

2008-10-31T20:42:32Z

You KNOW you want to.

GET UP!!! DO IT!!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, FLIST!!

Tagged by Bunny and Jule

2008-10-31T03:08:23Z

I got ~~yanked away from Daily Kos, fivethirtyeight and HuffPo~~ a sooper seekrit project to do this meme.

Stealing notyetdefined's rules:

The rules: Pick one moment from each of the 5 seasons that is a reason why you love Teh Love. You can use words, pics or icons. Tag 5 others to do the same....and then sit back and bask in the amazingness that is Brian and Justin.

So without further ado-

Season One

This convinced me. Brian was fucked. And Justin knew it.

Season Two

There are many from this season, but I love how incredibly gentle Brian was with Justin here. Almost as if he couldn't bear the thought of Justin in any pain or having any fear.

Season Three

Again, many scenes, but here? They can't. stop. touching. There's no one there but the two of them. Totally connected.

Season Four

Nuff said.

Season Five

There is nothing harder than saying goodbye, but it's so much easier when you know that you're loved, completely, totally and unconditionally. And that goodbye really isn't, it's only time. And that they have.

Not tagging anyone, join in if you like!!

Pics by Sam from Reminiscent-Designs

I'm not crying, it's just my allergies.

2008-10-29T20:59:19Z

I was over at Daily Kos, where I live these days, and read a diary about how the election is going in Missouri. At the end of the article, posted here was this quote. For me, it says everything that I can't.

"Rosa sat so Martin could walk. Martin walked, so Obama could run. Obama is running so our children can fly."

Nuff said.

Okay, this is really serious.

2008-10-08T17:57:07Z

My good friend, xie_xie_xie has made an amazing post and call to action here on her IJ.

Flist, we need your help.

My daughter is 20 years old. She's also a lesbian. She would like to marry someday, and I want to be there to see it. But if Proposition 8 passes here in California, this will never happen.

Getting married is not only an act of love. It is a basic human right. For a court to decide whether or not one should have this right is not only preposterous, but dangerous. The courts constantly try to curtail a woman's right to choose. Now they are going after the fundamental right to marry. This is wrong.

If you live here in California, please help. Go door to door, make phone calls, tell your friends, family and neighbors to please support No On Prop 8. If you can't help in this way, donate. The opposition has us out-funded by 10 million dollars, and has the backing of the Mormon church.

I don't want to watch my daughter engage in a ceremony that carries none of the basic rights and privileges that my own marriage does. That many of yours do. You have children, friends and family that may want to marry someday. Help them. Help us.

Peace out.

Link to Equality For All donation page: HERE

Bleh

2008-10-07T02:12:27Z

Yes, I know, I'm supposed to be posting fic.

I'm sick. Fic when my head doesn't weigh 95000 pounds.

Send me love. And porn.

Or just porn, I'm easy.

Gov Palin, can I have a word with you, please?

2008-10-03T05:08:07Z

I sat and watched you for almost two hours tonight.

You did some things that bugged me.

For instance, every time you were asked a question, you answered the question before it. That's called dodging.

Then you told the moderator that you were gonna answer whatever questions you felt like, not the ones she asked. But we knew that. You don't like being asked questions. You do like the sound of your own voice. I don't. There's a reason I call you Screech. I have the headache to prove it.

And, hon? The SURGE is a fucking farce, k? Stop listening to John McCain, he doesn't have a clue, either.

And you shouldn't have asked if you could go back to Afghanistan. Cause you fucked that up, too.

Oh, and when Sen biden choked up talking about the circumstances that took his first wife and daughter, you ran in the other direction, even though you were the one that bought up parenting, as I knew you would.

But that's not why I want to boot your ass back to Alaska from the toe of my boot.

It's because you can't pronounce the word "nuclear."

It's NEW-KLEE-UR, Governor. Not NUKE-YOU-LUR. You said that so many times, my head exploded.

And by the way, it's EE-RAHN and EE-RAHK. Not EYE-RAN and EYE-RACK.

You're running for the second highest office in the country. You should at least know how to pronounce these words. Further proof that "No Child Left Behind" didn't work.

Finally, no. You can't call him Joe. It's SENATOR JOSEPH BIDEN. He's earned it.

One more thing. You're scary. The reason that most of us hate Dick Cheney is because he has more power than the President. You think that the vice president should have MORE power. That's what got us into this clusterfuck, thanks. So please, go back to Alaska. I hear there's a court case with your name on it.

Supreme Court Ignorance Meme-gakked from flamencanyc

2008-10-02T16:05:34Z

As was demonstrated in an interview with Katie Couric, Sarah Palin is unable to name any Supreme Court Case other than Roe v. Wade.

The Rules: Post info about ONE Supreme Court decision, modern or historic, to your own lj/ij. (Any decision, as long as it's not Roe v. Wade.) For those who see this on your f-list, take the meme to your OWN lj/ij to spread the fun.

Since the question asked of Screech (aka Palin) was "What other Supreme Court rulings do you disagree with?", I thought I'd post one that I and millions of people disagreed with. Jump in the Wayback Machine with me as I bring you

Bush .v Gore 2000

Facts of the Case

Following the U.S. Supreme Court's decision in Bush v. Palm Beach County Canvassing Board, and concurrent with Vice President Al Gore's contest of the certification of Florida presidential election results, on December 8, 2000 the Florida Supreme Court ordered that the Circuit Court in Leon County tabulate by hand 9000 contested ballots from Miami-Dade County. It also ordered that every county in Florida must immediately begin manually recounting all "under-votes" (ballots which did not indicate a vote for president) because there were enough contested ballots to place the outcome of the election in doubt. Governor George Bush and his running mate, Richard Cheney, filed a request for review in the U.S. Supreme Court and sought an emergency petition for a stay of the Florida Supreme Court's decision. The U.S. Supreme Court granted review and issued the stay on December 9. It heard oral argument two days later.

Question

Did the Florida Supreme Court violate Article II Section 1 Clause 2 of the U.S. Constitution by making new election law? Do standardless manual recounts violate the Equal Protection and Due Process Clauses of the Constitution?

Conclusion

Noting that the Equal Protection clause guarantees individuals that their ballots cannot be devalued by "later arbitrary and disparate treatment," the per curiam opinion held 7-2 that the Florida Supreme Court's scheme for recounting ballots was unconstitutional. Even if the recount was fair in theory, it was unfair in practice. The record suggested that different standards were applied from ballot to ballot, precinct to precinct, and county to county. Because of those and other procedural difficulties, the court held that no constitutional recount could be fashioned in the time remaining (which was short because the Florida legislature wanted to take advantage of the "safe harbor" provided by 3 USC Section 5). Loathe to make broad precedents, the per curiam opinion limited its holding to the present case.

Rehnquist (in a concurring opinion joined by Scalia and Thomas) argued that the recount scheme was also unconstitutional because the Florida Supreme Court's decision made new election law, which only the state legislature may do.

Breyer and Souter (writing separately) agreed with the per curiam holding that the Florida Court's recount scheme violated the Equal Protection Clause, but they dissented with respect to the remedy, believing that a constitutional recount could be fashioned. Time is insubstantial when constitutional rights are at stake.

Ginsburg and Stevens (writing separately) argued that for reasons of federalism, the Florida Supreme Court's decision ought to be respected. Moreover, the Florida decision was fundamentally right; the Constitution requires that every vote be counted.

The decision was passed 5-4 in favor of Bush. And that is why we're currently trying to climb out of the oubliette.

Do Unto Others, H/L fic

2008-09-29T02:26:29Z

Okay, so here's the next chapter in the final part of The List series. sassy_cissa was ~~bugging out~~ asking for the next chapter, but, you know, RL and stuff.

Title: Do Unto Others
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Lucius, Severus/Draco

Warnings: Angst, minor character death, violence, and porn. NOTE: Some rough sex in this chapter, close to but not dub-con

Thank you, eeyore9990!!!

Parts 1-4 HERE

Part Five: Do unto others, but don’t leave visible marks

Severus took stock of the situation and made a quick decision.

“Draco, time to go.”

“But I-“

”Now.”

Draco huffed loudly. “Good evening, Father. Harry.” He turned to leave, muttering loudly, “I’m getting right sick of being ordered around like a slave. ‘Hurry up, let’s go, time to go’…”

“Draco, do stop your whining.” Severus’ voice wafted back to the study. “You sound like a child in need of a spanking.”

“Ooh, promise?” Draco was overheard saying.

“TMI!” was shouted back from the study. Severus’ laugh could be heard just as the door closed.

Harry turned to look at the author of his grief. Even tired, he was beautiful. “Why?” he asked softly.

“I must admit that I was not prepared for this,” Lucius sighed.

“Tough shite. Life sucks, get a helmet.”

Lucius frowned. “I beg your pardon?”

“Muggle saying. It means-“

“I can guess what it means.”

“Good. Then you should know that bad things happen, but that’s no reason to take them out on someone that cares about you.” Harry sat in Severus’ vacated chair. “Do you have any idea how hard that was for me to admit? How much it hurt when you walked away?”

“I can imagine.” Lucius walked over to Harry and stood by his chair. “You reek of alcohol. And sex.”

“So do you.”

Lucius raised an eyebrow. “Ah. Then that was you I saw Disillusioning at the end of the alley.”

“That was me.”

“We do what we must.”

“No, you do what you want. To hell with everyone else.”

“Harry, I-“

“Save it. You needed sex, you went and found it. At least I didn’t have to pay for it.”

Lucius pursed his lips and moved back to the fireplace. “Touche.”

“I wanted it to be you. I wanted…”

“What?”

“I wanted you to tell me you loved me. You almost said it that night, on the phone.”

“I wanted to tell you face to face.”

“Then what changed?” Harry implored. “What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t. It was…I can’t do this again, Harry, I’m sorry.”

“Do what?”

“I can’t lose another person that I love to the Death Eaters.”

“Lucius, it’s my job! It’s what I have to do! You know this, you’ve always known it.”

“As long as the words weren’t spoken, I could tell myself that all was well. I wouldn’t lose if I didn’t invest.”

“I’m not a commodity, Lucius! Fuck, I need a drink,” Harry groaned, reaching for the brandy decanter. Lucius moved it out of reach.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

“Fuck you.” Harry snatched the glass bottle, and drank directly from it.

“Oh, that’s lovely. Nice manners the Muggles taught you.”

Harry lowered the bottle. “They didn’t teach me shite, as you well know.”

“Ah, yes. Poor Harry, relegated to a cupboard under the stairs.”

Harry looked as if he’d been hit. He heaved the brandy bottle into the fireplace, which flared greatly from the inflammatory alcohol. In a low voice he growled, “When your son cried out in the night from bad dreams, did you leave him to cry out for you? When he fell and skinned his knee, did you call him clumsy, or did you heal it for him? Did you hold him close and let him feel your love? Did you?” With each word, he stepped closer until he stood toe to toe with Lucius. “I was fourteen years old before I received a hug from an adult. Fourteen, Lucius. Did Draco wait that long? Have you ever had to fight for your life, or did you merely just laugh as you took them? Did you get off on it, hmm? I’ll bet you did. I’ll bet you came while holding people under the Cruciatus curse, didn’t you?”

“Stop it,” Lucius hissed.

“I will not. You’re a coward. You bowed down to the man that ordered your wife killed. And now, when you’ve come so far in rebuilding your life and your reputation, you’re bowing down to the people who took your wife from you. Yes, I know what you’ve been doing. How can you live with yourself?”

“Get out.”

“No. You will answer me, Lucius. Tell me why I should give a damn about you.”

“Because I love you!” Lucius shouted.

Harry blinked. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.” He turned to leave.

Lucius grabbed Harry’s arm and spun him around. “Don’t you dare walk out on me!”

Harry tried to yank away, to no avail. “Why not? You just told me to g-“ His words were cut off as Lucius kissed him, hard.

Lucius trust his tongue into Harry’s mouth, biting at his lips and sucking his tongue. Harry broke away, panting. “You bas-“ and was again stopped.

Lucius hooked a leg around Harry’s and tumbled them both to the floor, catching his fall with an outthrust hand. He rolled Harry beneath him, and with a whisper, stripped them both naked. He growled at the smell of another, and cast a cleaning charm over them both. Then, with no preparation save a light lubricating charm for himself, he shoved his cock into Harry’s arse, stifling Harry’s yell with a kiss. He thrust himself into Harry over and over, sweat pouring off his forehead and dripping onto Harry.

It hurt, was all Harry could think. It hurt like hell, and tears of pain streamed from his eyes, even as he met each thrust. He maneuvered a hand between their bodies, and took his cock in hand, pulling hard. In no time, he was coming, coming as he hadn’t in a very long time. He came screaming, and brought Lucius with him. Lucius collapsed on top of him, breathing harshly.

Harry recovered first. “Get off me,” he whispered, pushing at his heavier lover. Lucius pulled away, and rolled to his side, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed.

“The fuck you are,” Harry ground out, sitting up stiffly, looking for his clothes. “You’re a bastard, Lucius.”

“You’re right,” Lucius agreed, turning his head to stare. “I am.” He propped himself on an elbow, and pushed his hair away from his face. “And you are mine, and I don’t share. With anyone.”

“Oh, and it’s perfectly fine for you to shove your cock into any willing mouth, then? In-fucking-credible.” Harry pulled his shirt on, and stood to button his jeans.

“Are you saying that you don’t want me to?” Lucius asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Do whatever the fuck you like. I don’t care.”

“Ah, but you do care. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be angry.”

“What, am I supposed to say thanks for the great shag? Believe me, I’ve had better.”

Lucius laughed. “No, you haven’t. And that’s why you’re here. You are a thrill seeker, my love. You love danger. You thrive on it. It’s why you became an Auror. It’s why you sought me out. Admit it.”

Harry looked away and said nothing. Taking advantage of the moment, Lucius continued, “Dolohov alluded to some mischief they have planned for the Aurors. He wouldn’t say what, just that you’d be busy. I gave him a thousand Galleons. That could purchase enough grief, I would think. I had hoped that he would confide in me, but he did not.”

Harry turned to face him. “Then why did you give him the money?”

“In the hopes that he would include me in his plan. That way, I would know the why and wherefores. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.”

“Fine. So a psycho Death Eater with an axe to grind has money to cause all kinds of grief. Perfect. Just what I needed.”

“I would hope that you pass this information along to your superiors. I suggest that they concentrate their forces on Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. I have no idea what they will do, but I can promise it will be chaos.”

“Oh, yay. Can this week get any worse?” Harry bent to tie his shoes and winced.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Yes, you did. You sought to mark me. Well, congratulations, you succeeded.”

“Harry-“

“No, Lucius. I love you, but I can’t do this. I can’t…I just can’t.” Harry sighed, and grabbed his jacket. “I have to go.”

Lucius made no move to stop him this time. He listened as the front closed with a solid thunk. “Ah, but you will be back. You will. Whether by your own free will…or mine.”

~~@~~

Insuring that Draco was asleep, Severus made his way to the fireplace, and fire-called Moody.

“It’s late, Snape,” Moody growled.

“Well then, I guess you’d rather wait until tomorrow for the information that I have.”

“You’ve spoken to Malfoy?”

“I have.” Severus waited. As usual, this annoyed Moody to no end.

“Well? Out with it, then!”

“Lucius reports that he did give money to Dolohov, but that he wouldn’t tell him what he had planned. Also, Dolohov made a veiled threat upon Draco, perhaps to insure Lucius’ ongoing financial support.”

“Hmmm. What do you think, Severus? How will they strike?”

“Dolohov is insane, yet methodical. He will attempt to cause the most damage in the busiest place possible. Perhaps Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley.” Severus paused. “Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade weekend for the students.”

“Bloody hell. Understood. You’ll be there?”

“I will. Just make certain that I have back-up, Alastor.”

“Right. Thank you.”

Severus closed the connection, sat back and absently rubbed his temples. Now, all that was left was to keep Draco away from Hogsmeade tomorrow.

He really was getting to be too old for this shite.

~~@~~

Draco rolled over and feigned sleep. There was no way Severus was going into Hogsmeade alone. Now, how to slip into the village without being caught, that was the question. He rubbed his sore bottom and smiled, closing his eyes.

The HarryLu from hell!!!

2008-09-26T04:53:33Z

I think eeyore9990 fell asleep on me.

So if there are things wrong with this, blame her. lol

I was going to write this really long author's note about this story, why iit's taken so long to write and stuff, but it's late, and I wanted to post what I had for sassy_cissa, cause she's been patient, more patient than anyone should ever be.

And no, it's not finished, but I got to the halfway point, and the rest will be easier to finish up now. No more than a week, and I'll be posting each part til it's done.

Plus it's only 9:30 on my side of the country, so I did make the 25th deadline, so yay!

So for the four or five people that still wanna knw what happened after that last angsty part, come with me!

Title: Do Unto Others
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Lucius, Severus/Draco

Parts 1 through 4

Warnings: Angst, minor character death, violence, and porn...eventually

For Miss B, who never gave up on me. *hugs*

Part 1: Do unto others, before they can do it unto you

Lucius took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He vanished the broken glass, and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Harry’s declaration of love had been like a dash of cold water in the middle of winter. True, he had feelings for the boy, deep feelings, and had even told Severus that he thought he was falling in love. But, as long as it wasn’t declared, it was all right. It was safe. He was safe.

The feelings coursing through him at the moment were not love or fear, but a strange sort of relief. He felt like a man waking from a long, slow sleep, and didn’t recognize himself anymore. The Lucius he knew didn’t act frivolously, didn’t joke or giggle or any of the things he’d been doing for the last few months. He needed to rethink this.

He opened the door and looked around the bedroom. Good, Harry was gone. Lucius felt restless and on edge. Only one thing to cure that.

He dressed quickly, and Apparated to Knockturn Alley.

~~~@~~~

The smell hit him as it always did, the smell of foul potions and fouler people, of sin and bad deeds. He walked quickly, not glancing left or right. He turned one corner, then another, until he reached his destination.

Here, one could find whatever one desired: sex, drugs, even men for hire. Lucius was looking for sex. A nice young boy would do, yet there didn’t appear to be any available at the moment. He spotted a young woman with short hair and a boyish body, and thought she’d do, for now.

“Evenin, gov’nur,” she drawled. “Wot’s yer pleasure, then?”

“How much for oral?” Lucius asked.

The girl sized him up quickly. “Five Galleons,” she said.

“You must have mistaken me for an idiot, “ Lucius snarled, turning to leave.

“Wait, wait! Two Galleons!!” the girl called desperately.

Lucius sauntered back. “That’s better. Hold still.” He pulled out his wand and scanned her quickly for disease. Finding none, he opened his cloak and undid his fly.

Lucius was bored after two minutes. Merlin, what did a man have to do to get decent head? His eyes scanned the almost deserted lane and noticed a boy, a rather young one, no more than seventeen. The boy winked at him and licked his lips.

“I can give you better,” he said.

Pushing the girl away, he beckoned the boy. “You’d better.” He tossed one Galleon at the feet of the spluttering girl and slid a little further down the wall.

The young boy, dark-haired and big eyed, dropped and began.

Ah, that was more like it, Lucius thought. The boy had talent, applying just the right amount of hands, tongue and suction. Lucius leaned his head against the bricks and gave himself over to the ministrations of the hustler.

His mind wandered a bit, back to the days of revels and blood. Often, afterwards, he and a few others would find a boy, or girl, and have their way with them, only to Obliviate them after the act. Once, he’d had a beautiful boy of sixteen, tall, thin, and delicately built. It started with a blowjob and progressed to serious fucking as Lucius took the boy’s virginity, and, he’d swear to this day that the resulting screams were those of pleasure.

Speaking of…gods, this boy was good, almost as good as…no, don’t go there, he thought. Nevertheless, one thing was certain: men did give better head. The boy took to Lucius’ cock with relish, taking him deep into his throat and swallowing around it. Twice more, and Lucius came with a groan, sliding a bit down the wall. He fished into his pocket and withdrew five Galleons. “Here, you’ve earned them,” he told the boy.

“Thanks, love. I’m always here - come again!”

Thinking he might just do that, Lucius moved to set his clothes back to rights, and turned into a wand, pointing at his face.

“Hello, Lucius.”

Lucius closed his eyes and cursed his luck. Would this night never end?

“Dolohov.”

~~@~~

Harry fell to the sofa facing the fireplace and collapsed, sobbing still. How could something so good go so horribly wrong? He was sure Lucius returned his feelings, he knew that he did. Why then the sudden turnaround?

What do you know about him, Harry? Really truly know?

He knew that Lucius cared about him, that he’d enjoyed every moment they’d spent together. No one, not even a former Death Eater, could fake that level of intimacy. All the nights they’d lain together, talking about the future. The smiles, the laughter, the lovemaking. It couldn’t all be a lie.

Are you sure? He was Voldemort’s right hand, he was the best.

“Shut up!” Harry screamed to the room.

It wasn’t fair. All his life, all he’d ever wanted was for someone to love him for who and what he was. He’d taken into account all that Lucius had done, and loved him anyway. Why did Lucius walk away from him? Was he too cloying, too needy?

Harry eyed the drink cart. A full bottle of Firewhisky stood alone. Good, Harry thought, walking over and grabbing it. They could be alone together.

~~@~~

“Long time, no see, Lucius,” Dolohov said, lowering his wand, but not pointing it away.

“Can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you,” Lucius said.

“Hands where I can see them,” Dolohov growled. Lucius moved his hands back into sight.

“As you wish. Now, would you do me the honor of explaining why you’ve interrupted my evening?”

“Never known you to pay for it, old man.”

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but sometimes a professional is called for.”

“Surely you could do better.” Dolohov glanced down the alley, where the hustlers and whores pedaled their wares.

“I’ve found that higher price doesn’t always equate to higher quality.”

“You never change.” Dolohov straightened. “You will come with me.”

Lucius chuckled. “You say that I am unchanged, and yet, you think that I will merely follow you blindly? You are slipping. Have the common courtesy of contacting me properly for a meeting, say, around teatime? Tomorrow? At the restaurant at the end of the alley.” Lucius moved his hand near to his pocket, noticing for the first time that his trousers were still around his knees. Smirking at his predicament, yet undeterred, Lucius decided a little wandless magic wouldn’t hurt. “I’ll be awaiting your owl.”

With that, arse hanging in the breeze, Lucius Apparated away.

~~@~~

Harry opened an eye, and looked blearily around the room. Why did everything look upside down? He moved his head, and realized the answer. He was hanging off the sofa, head held in place by the floor.

“Mmmph!” he groaned, as the rest of his body joined his head. This was why drinking was bad, he thought. It seemed a good idea at the time, though.

During his binge, he looked over the last six months, trying to discern what could have made Lucius turn so suddenly against him. It made no sense. He thought that maybe something had occurred at the conference, but dismissed it. For a moment, after Harry blurted out his declaration, Lucius seemed…cold, the way he had been before switching sides. More like the Lord Malfoy he’d met at age twelve. And that, in and of itself, was a scary thought. Lord Malfoy was a ruthless and calculating man, one from whom you couldn’t expect sympathy, or mercy.

Could that be it? Could it be that Lucius was reverting to the man he used to be? Harry didn’t know. And because he didn’t, he had no idea how to proceed.

“I need help,” Harry moaned.

“How about a hangover potion?”

Harry whipped his head around, belatedly remembering his condition, and grabbing it as it throbbed, towards the voice.

Draco’s head was floating in the fireplace.

“Harry?” he called.

“Potion, yeah, please,” Harry whimpered.

“Coming through.” Draco stepped out of the fireplace, brushing ash from his shoulder. He stopped at Harry’s head, bending over. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he slapped a hand down on Harry’s shoulder, hard, and bellowed, “All right there, Harry?!?!”

Harry grabbed his head, mewling pitifully.

Draco almost felt sorry for him, and, in retrospect, would somewhat regret his flippant attitude. But, as he had no knowledge of the events a few hours previous at that moment, he’d decided that taking the mickey out of Harry was an opportunity not to be passed up.

“So, what’s got your knickers in a twist, then?”

“Potion…prat,” Harry said, hand out.

“What…oh, you mean this potion?” Draco held it aloft.

“Draco…”

“This one, in my hand, you want this?”

“Draco, as soon as I’m sober, I’m gonna try my new hex out on you.”

“And pray tell, what would that be, Scarhead?”

“Every time you get ready to have sex, you’ll be overcome with stomach cramps. The kind that are usually followed by an undignified sound and rather horrid smell.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Harry looked up, and fixed Draco with a decidedly un-Gryffindor-ish smirk.

“You wouldn’t.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow.

“You can do that?”

Harry grinned.

Draco passed it to him, and Harry gratefully swallowed the lot. Shuddering, he sat up, his back against the sofa. “Thanks.”

“You’re lucky that I was the one to find you. Severus would have yelled, berated, demeaned, taken House points, then, maybe, he would have given you the potion.”

“No, he wouldn’t. He’d let me suffer.”

“You’re right. He would.”

“Can’t take points, though.”

“Sure, he could. Just because you’re no longer his student doesn’t mean there aren’t other poor, unsuspecting Gryffindors to take it out on.”

“True.”

“Of course, then he’d treat you to the sight of him swirling his robes and stalking away.” Draco’s face went dreamy. “He’s so fucking hot when he does that.”

“He is.” They looked at each other and laughed.

“So, again I ask, why are you intent on extinguishing the few brain cells you have left, then?”

“Your father walked out on me.”

“What?”

“Your father, tall, blond, gorgeous? He walked out on me. Literally.”

“Start at the beginning.”

Harry told Draco of going to Lucius’ suite, lying on the bed and waiting for his arrival. He told him about the lovemaking.

“Then I told him that I loved him…and he got up and walked out of the room. And, he didn’t come out. So, I left.”

“You sure that’s all you said?” Draco asked.

“Yes! I swear, that was all. I don’t…I don’t know why he did that. I thought he…loved me, too.”

“He does.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“No, he told Severus.” Draco sighed, then reached for the nearly empty bottle of Firewhisky. Summoning a glass, he poured the remainder into it, and took a healthy draught. He looked at his friend, and wondered how much he was willing to hear. Deciding to go for it, he began.

“Harry, my father is…a complicated man. He always has been. No one knows his counsel, save himself. I can tell you that the man he was when he was with you is someone I’ve never seen. At least, not since I was very young. He kept his feelings very much to himself, but I believed then, and do now, that he loved my mother and me. He wasn’t the type for platitudes and gushy sentiment, but he would say it to us at times. I believe that his association with Voldemort and his followers kept him closed off. Wouldn’t do to give your enemies a way to exploit your weaknesses, would it?”

“So, you’re saying that by acting indifferent towards you and your mother, it kept you safe?”

“For the most part. Children of the Death Eaters were considered the future, so we were sort of hands-off. Until, of course, Father went to jail. I was protected by Hogwarts. My mother wasn’t.”

Harry thought about this. “He changed after she died. He told me so.”

“He did. As long as my mother and I were untouched, it was business as usual. Once she was killed…it was as if the past fifteen or so years had melted away. I was able to bring him around, after much yelling and pleading.”

“You think he really wanted to switch sides?”

“Honestly? No. But my father is nothing if not cunning, and he would choose the winning side, no matter the cost.”

Harry considered Draco’s statements. “So…if he thought that Voldemort would win, he would have stayed on that side?”

“Perhaps, but you have to factor in my mother, which changed everything. He never found out who did it, but he knew that Voldemort ordered it, to bring him back in line.”

“I guess. I just wish…”

“What?”

“That he’d just tell me if he didn’t want this anymore. He just walked away, without a word. I don’t know what to think.”

“Give it time, Harry. Give him time. Can you do that?” Draco asked.

“I love him, Draco. I’ll wait until he tells me one way or the other what he wants.”

“Good enough.” Draco pushed himself off the floor. “I have to get back. We’ll talk later, yes?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Draco waved, and then exited through the Floo.

~~@~~

Lucius stepped out of the shower, drying himself absently. Too tired for his regular nightly ministrations, he used a drying charm on his hair, and pulled on his pajama bottoms. He adjusted the fire, and doused the lights, then climbed into bed.

It smelled of Harry, and sex.

Lucius was still at a loss. The release he’d found earlier in Knockturn Alley had worn off, mostly due to the unfortunate arrival of Dolohov. Lucius was too tired to examine that strange meeting, and vowed to return to it in the morning.

The pillow smelled of Harry.

Sighing, Lucius pulled it to him, wrapped his arms around it, and inhaled.

Perhaps he’d made a mistake.

Ignoring the pain that lanced his chest, he succumbed to sleep.

~~@~~

Severus looked up as Draco returned.

“That took awhile.”

“Yes, Harry was pretty smashed.”

“I thought he’d be with Lucius - did he not return this evening?”

Draco sat next to Severus, and curled into his warmth. “He did. Severus…Harry says they broke up.”

“What?” Severus pulled back. Draco turned to face him.

“Harry says that he told my father that he loved him, and my father walked out of the room.”

“That…that makes no sense.”

“I know.”

“Lucius told me that he was falling in love.”

“Guess he fell out.”

“Do you believe that?” Severus asked.

“No. No, I don’t. Something’s not right, Severus. But I don’t know if I should be the one to broach it with him.”

“You don’t have to. I assure you, I will.”

Draco shivered. Severus taking charge made him hard. He climbed into Severus’ lap, and wound his fingers into the long, black hair.

“Fuck me.”

Part 2: Do unto others, then split

“Stop squirming.”

“I’m…trying.” Draco moaned as a hot, wet tongue traced his spine. He arched, pulling at the restraints that bound his hands to the bed. A sharp slap to his arse had him whipping his head around to glare at his lover.

“Hold. Still.”

“Dammit, Severus, how am I supposed to hold still when you’re doing that?”

“I suppose you need a refresher course, hmm?”

“No…Sev, no...”

“I think that I shall have to start all over again.” Severus moved up the bed, bending his head to suck gently at Draco’s neck, while his hands ghosted over his chest.

Draco groaned, but kept still. The last time he did this, it had taken two hours before Severus allowed him to come. Draco was way too horny for that. He remained as still as he could, even when the tongue dipped into his crack.

“Severus, please…please, I can’t take it anymore.”

Severus sat up, lubed his fingers and slid two into Draco. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes…no…I need more, please.”

When Severus finally penetrated him, Draco nearly passed out in relief. He threw himself back into every thrust, moaning all the while. When Severus took pity on him and unsnapped the leather strip that bound his balls, he screamed as his orgasm roared throughout his body. He dropped to the mattress like a stone, and pledged not to move. His body thanked him.

Severus performed the clean up spells, and lay down next to Draco. He reached out and smoothed the hair back from Draco’s forehead. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Draco mumbled.

“Letting me restrain you. I know that isn’t something that you prefer.”

“I don’t mind it sometimes. I know you’d never take it too far.”

Severus leaned up on his elbow. “How do you know that?”

“I know what you’re capable of. And,” Draco continued, turning to face him, “I know what you and my father were once capable of. You forsook that life.”

“I was required to take part in the revels afterwards, did he tell you that?” Severus asked.

“He did. He said that you never seemed to have the stomach for it.” Draco paused. “My father did some terrible things, didn’t he?”

“That was long ago, Draco.”

“Not so long. I think my father only switched allegiances to keep his arse out of Azkaban.”

Severus stared down. “Do you really?”

“I do. I think that if he thought for one second that Voldemort would win that he would have been right by his side.”

“I think you underestimate him.”

“I think you overestimate him. I thought that he might actually love Harry. I thought that he was finally ready to put that life behind him.” Draco sighed and rolled to his back, laying his forearm over his face. “I think my mother’s death broke something in him. Something that kept him from…I don’t know. I know that we became closer afterwards. But there was something cold in him still. Something that seemed to thaw when Harry came along. Now, I don’t know.”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it tonight.” He leaned over and kissed Draco. “Get some sleep. Morning comes early.”

~~@~~

Harry stared into his coffee cup, letting the voices wash over him. He hated briefings at the best of times, and, although the hangover potion had worked, the fact that he’d gotten maybe an hour of sleep was catching up to him.

“Potter!!”

Harry’s head snapped up at Moody’s bark. “Yes?”

“I’m not standing here for my health, boy. Do pay attention.”

“Sorry.” Harry took a sip of the bitter liquid and rubbed his eyes.

“Now,” Moody continued, “we’ve finally got visual confirmation on Dolohov.”

“What? When?” Tonks asked.

“Last night. And, he was seen in the company of Lucius Malfoy.”

Now Harry was paying full attention.

“Malfoy? But-“ Tonks broke off, eyes cutting in Harry’s direction.

“According to one of our watchers, Malfoy was in Knockturn Alley last night, partaking of the wares. Dolohov came up to him afterwards.”

“Which watcher?” Shacklebolt asked.

“Shelley. She propositioned him, and after…a few moments, he spurned her for someone else. A young boy.”

Harry winced.

“She said that Dolohov came up to him, they spoke for a few minutes, then Dolohov left, and Malfoy Apparated away.” Moody paced along the table. “Malfoy has been a more or less model citizen since before the war, so what would he be doing with the Death Eaters?”

“Money,” Tonks piped in. “They’ve been on the run since the war, their assets frozen or taken, and Malfoy can fund them, if he so chooses.”

“Why would he?” Harry asked.

“That is the rub, isn’t it? So, Potter…care to tell us what your…friend was doing out and about last night?”

“No idea,” Harry replied, stomach churning.

“So, we tail Malfoy, in the hopes that he leads us to the last group of Death Eaters. And if he is working with them in any capacity, he hangs with the lot.”

“He isn’t,” Harry exclaimed. “He’s not had any contact with them since the war!”

“You can verify that?” Moody’s magic eye swiveled towards Harry, seeming to stare through him, as it always did.

“No, but-“

“So, Potter, you will report any meetings Lucius mentions with ‘associates’, yeah?”

“Me? No.”

“Why not? You’re…seeing him, aren’t you?”

“No. Not any more.”

“Since when?” Tonks asked.

“Since last night. We…we had a bit of a disagreement. I went home early,” he tailed off.

“Fine. You lot are too obvious. If he was to spot any of you, and he would, it’d be over. So who-“

“Severus,” Harry replied.

“Harry, Severus is teaching,” Tonks started.

“I know that, but if Lucius were going to confide in anyone, it would be Severus.”

“Potter has a point,” Shacklebolt pointed out. “Malfoy knows that we’ve been trying to locate the remainder of the Death Eaters, if any of us were to begin showing up in public places that he frequents, he’ll go to ground. Some things never change.”

“You’re wrong, “ Harry insisted. “Lucius would never go back to them. I know this.”

“How? How are you so certain?” Shacklebolt interrupted.

“Because he believes they killed his wife. If he’s reconnecting with them now, that’s why. “

“Narcissa Malfoy’s killer was never apprehended,” Moody reminded him.

“Exactly. Who stood to gain from her death? Voldemort. Or so he thought. He believed that Lucius would become an even stauncher supporter if he could uncover the truth of her death. But, as usual, Voldemort overstepped. He believed that Lucius saw her only as a possession, a prop, if you will. But Lucius loved her.”

“Alastor, maybe we should back off a bit,” Shacklebolt said, rising from his chair. “We’ve had no reason to believe that Lucius was involved in any shady dealings thus far. Why not wait? He might lead us right to them.”

Harry’s thoughts turned inward. He didn’t know why Lucius reacted the way he did, but he was certain that this latest wrinkle would resolve things, for good or ill.

“Moody, to what do I owe this…interruption?” Severus drawled.

“I require your assistance.”

“And that would entail…”

“I need to know why Lucius Malfoy is talking to Death Eaters.”

Severus cocked an eyebrow. “Indeed?”

“Yes. I have visual confirmation of a meeting between him and Dolohov. I need to know what’s going on. Would he come to you on this matter?”

“It is possible. If I deem that anything is worth mention, I shall.”

“I guess that’s as good as I’ll get from you, yes?”

Severus smiled before closing the Floo.

“Do you think that he will comply?” Kingsley’s rich baritone sounded from behind him.

Moody turned. “If he thinks Malfoy is up to something, yes. If he thinks it’s for retribution, no.”

“Then which do we hope for?”

Moody grinned. It was rather scary. “Me? I hope he kills the fucking lot o’ them.”

~~@~~

Part 3: Do unto others, and don’t get caught

Lucius walked into the small, smoky tearoom, opting to keep his gloves on. Taking another look around, he decided not to eat or drink anything without Scourgifying the china, as well. Spotting Dolohov, he proceeded to the back of the room.

“Lucius, old friend, glad you could join us. You know everyone, of course?”

“Gentlemen.” Then, noticing Alecto Carrow, he corrected himself. It was hard to tell; she was uglier than a night hag. “And, Alecto,” he nodded, taking a seat after casting a silent cleansing charm.

Rowle looked as unkempt as ever, and the Carrows were sitting there, oblivious as usual. How they managed to elude capture was beyond Lucius. The waiter brought over a tray of scones and assorted danishes, then left. Lucius turned over his teacup, pronounced it fit to drink from, and poured himself a cup. As he pulled out his wand, Dolohov grabbed his arm. “Problem?” Lucius asked, looking at the hand on his arm rather than the man.

Dolohov paused, then removed his hand. “Surely you don’t think we invited you here to poison you, did you?”

“I put nothing past anyone,” Lucius sniffed. “It’s the reason I’m alive and out of prison. Why are you?”

“Luck, I suppose.” Dolohov cast a silencing spell over the table. “Lucius, we require assistance.”

“And what would that be?”

“Financial, of course. As you may be aware, the Ministry has confiscated our assets. In order to continue our work, we need funds.”

“Tell me, Antonin, why should I help you? I work for the Ministry. I’ve done quite well since the war. I’ve rebuilt my reputation in the eyes of the wizarding populace, why should I jeopardize that for you?”

“Toldja he wouldn’t help us,” Amycus said. “We should have just stuck to the plan.”

“What plan?” Lucius asked.

“Nothing,” Dolohov replied smoothly, the look he gave Amycus promising pain. “We honestly didn’t think you’d consent to meet with us. We were prepared to use other methods if necessary.”

“Such as?” Lucius cocked an eyebrow.

“Nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Unlike the Aurors. They’ll have plenty to worry about soon,” Alecto chimed in.

“What does that mean?” Lucius asked.

“It means that the Aurors are about to be very busy. Which is why we find ourselves in need of money. We spent what we had on our little…what would you call it…welcome back party, so to speak?”

Lucius’ heart plummeted to his stomach. Outwardly, he showed nothing.

“What little goodies have you in store for them?”

“Ah, not so fast, my friend,” Dolohov chided. “There’s a small matter of your catamite. Potter.”

“What about him?”

“He’s an Auror. You’re…for lack of a proper term, fucking him. So what’s to stop you from tattling?”

“Oh, I don’t know, perhaps the fact that I’m not, as you say, fucking him?”

“Bollocks!” Alecto barked. “Since when?”

“I beg your pardon, Alecto, but I do not answer to you. Now…what can I do to help you?”

“Money, Lucius. We need money,” Rowle interjected.

“I’ll see what I can do. When shall we meet?”

“Tonight. Same place as last night. Man with your appetites, I’d guess you might want to visit your young…friend again. He appeared to be quite talented,” Dolohov intimated.

“He was at that. Very well. Ten, shall we say? The Aurors rotate shifts at that time. We should be undetected.” Lucius rose.

“Excellent.” Dolohov extended his hand. Lucius shook it, wishing that he could do something else, such as wrap his hands around the bastard’s neck. The odds were not to his liking, however. Nodding at the rest of the group, Lucius spun on his heel and left.

Outside, he released the breath he’d been holding, and tried to figure out how he could turn this to his advantage.

As he Apparated, it occurred to him that he’d forgotten to ask just when Dolohov’s surprise would take place. Or how he could get that information to Harry.

As it turned out, he didn’t have to wait long.

~~@~~

Harry really hated these four-and-four shifts. He got a two-hour break at four, then back at six to finish out the shift. And lucky him, he got to patrol the end of Diagon Alley, heading into Knockturn. Same thing every time – hustlers, hookers, and people looking for things they shouldn’t.

He knew without a doubt that Moody sent him here for the express purpose of catching Lucius. It was the last thing Harry wanted to do. He still couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong, and spent his two-hour break trying to decide whether or not he should go back to the Ministry and confront him. All he’d succeeded in doing was giving himself a headache.

Casting a Tempus spell and noting that he had ten minutes left, he headed around the corner into Knockturn Alley. At least he could watch the nightlife. A flash of white blond had him scrambling to Disillusion himself. This might make the evening worthwhile.

~~@~~

Lucius pushed his outer cloak over one shoulder and looked around. No Dolohov. But there…there was a bit of luck.

“Well, ‘ello, gov’nur, fancy another go?”

Ah, just what he needed. Something to ease the stress of the day.

“Well? Get on with it boy!”

“Yes, sir!” The hustler made quick work of his zip and trousers, and swallowed him.

Gods, this boy was worth his weight in Galleons, Lucius thought as his eyes rolled up into his head. He was almost as good as H-

Lucius turned his head towards the corner as an odd ripple caught his eye. The sight of someone Disillusioning. Certainly, no one would accost him for getting a blowjob here. At least, he didn’t think so. He squinted trying to see more, when a deep, accented voice broke into his musings.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Lucius.”

Lucius sighed as cool air hit his cock. “Your timing is less than stellar, Antonin.” To the hustler he snarled, “Who told you to stop?” He was once again engulfed in wet heat. “You’re just going to have to wait, my friend.” Lucius lowered his eyelids - wouldn’t do to close his eyes completely, and this was the second time in as many days that Dolohov had caught him unawares – and enjoyed the rest of his blow job. A hiss, groan and heavy breathing signaled the end, and he pressed five Galleons into the talented boy’s hand. “Thank you once again. Your skills are impeccable.”

“Thank you, luv,” the boy grinned, taking the money and leaving. Lucius adjusted his trousers and turned to Dolohov.

“Now then, where were we?”

“You have something for me?”

“I do.” Removing a small pouch from his robes, he handed it over and watched as Dolohov dug greedily into it.

“One thousand Galleons? What are you playing at, Malfoy?”

“I? I’m playing at nothing. You asked for money, you specified no particular amount...tell me, did you think that I would just throw open my vaults and allow you to have at it?”

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, my friend.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. You forget that I work for the Ministry? You and your cohorts go gallivanting all over the Isles, causing whatever mischief you have planned, who do you think they’re going to come looking to first? With a thousand Galleons, you can get up to enough mischief, but not enough to draw attention to me. Because, at the end of the day, the arse I save is mine.”

Dolohov snorted. “You never change, Malfoy. It’s always all about you. Pray you don’t regret this decision.”

“And why would I?” Lucius asked softly.

“Because, my friend, there is still one Malfoy left besides you. I’m sure you don’t want your only son to endure the same unfortunate fate of your wife-“

Lucius’ wand was swiftly at Dolohov’s throat. “Don’t. Threaten. My. Son. Ever.”

Dolohov raised his hands to eye level. “Peace, comrade. I mean only to warn you that others may not have the same regard for your family that I do.”

“And, do you?” Lucius whispered.

“I do.”

“Very well.” Lucius took a step back, but didn’t lower his wand. “I trust I’ll see you again, soon.”

“Soon.” Dolohov disappeared with a quiet ‘pop’.

~~@~~

Part 4: Do unto others, and have a good time doing it

In what was becoming a habit of late, Harry slammed the door to his loft, and heaved his cloak towards the sofa. This time, he missed, and a table lamp went crashing to the floor.

“Shite!!” Waving his wand and snarling ‘Reparo’, the lamp resituated itself on the table. Grabbing a new bottle of Firewhisky and spinning off the top, he took a hefty swallow, set it aside, and tossed Floo Powder into the fireplace.

“Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape’s Quarters, Hogwarts!”

The flames turned green, and Harry pushed his face forward. Seeing his friend, he yelled, “Draco!! You have thirty minutes to change and get your arse over here! We’re going out!”

Draco turned slowly towards the fireplace from his seat. “Well, hello, Harry, how was your day?” he said sarcastically.

“I am so not in the mood right now. Move your arse, I have to go shower.”

“Maybe I don’t want to go out, did you think of that? In fact, I was just about to get ready for bed.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Draco, it’s quarter-past on a Friday night. Severus is about to leave to do rounds. Don’t try it.”

Draco stuck his tongue into his cheek. Raising an eyebrow, he replied, “You’re so fucking annoying sometimes. Right, then, where are we going?”

“Sin.”

“On a Friday night? We’ll never get in!”

“I’m Harry Potter. I’ll get in.”

“Hmmm. Well, no way can I pass that up. Thirty minutes, did you say?”

“Twenty eight. Now quit stalling.”

“Twenty eight?? I have to do my hair, and pick an-“

Harry pulled back and closed the connection.

From Severus’ sitting room, Draco huffed, “Rude little prick.”

~~@~~

Sin was crazy on a regular weeknight; Fridays were insane. The line wrapped around the corner and back again. It was the most popular gay club for wizards in Britain, the place to see and be seen. The sheer number of Glamour charms in place was staggering; one could almost feel them. Harry took Draco by the arm and headed for the front of the line. With a smile from the bouncer and a “Good evening, Mister Potter,” the two friends made their way inside.

One hour later, the loud music and mostly free drinks had Harry feeling no pain, but plenty of anger. He bitched and grumbled about what he’d witnessed to Draco so many times that Draco finally propelled him into the cavernous backroom and shouted, “For fuck’s sake, will you please just fuck someone? Anyone! And don’t come back until you do!”

Harry was so drunk at this point that he did exactly that. He found a tall blond leaning against the wall, watching the goings-on, spun him around and sank into him before the guy could protest. Once the fact that ‘The Harry Potter’ was fucking him sank in, he acquiesced quickly and held on for the ride.

Harry’s orgasm roared through him and he gave into it, gratefully. After having no contact with Lucius for a week, then only the one time the night he returned, he needed this. Needed it badly. And if Lucius could receive blowjobs from a Knockturn Alley hustler, Harry could certainly get off with a hot guy at the club. The anger returning, Harry buttoned his fly and left. Spotting Draco, he took his hand and pulled.

“Hey!”

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“But I was just-“

“We’re leaving, Draco. Now.”

“Fine.” Retrieving their jackets from the coat check, Draco tossed Harry’s to him, and jogged to keep up. Once turning the corner, he yanked Harry to a stop. “All right, where’s the fire?”

“I want you to take me to Malfoy Manor.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Your father is going to talk to me, whether he wants to or not.”

“Can I watch?” Draco said eagerly.

“I…no, you can’t watch!” Harry ran his hand through his hair, pushing the sweat-soaked locks away from his forehead. “I just…I need to know if it’s over. I just need to know, Draco.”

Draco was silent for a moment. Then sighing, he agreed. “Come on.” Taking Harry’s arm, they Disapparated.

~~@~~

Severus decided that since Draco was out with Harry, he’d go and have that talk with Lucius.

Walking up the driveway, he noticed that there were several lights burning on the main floor. Good, he was still awake, then. Hopefully, he was sober, as well.

Severus was greeted by a house-elf, and shown to the library. He walked over to the sitting area by the fireplace, and looked down.

Lucius appeared pensive, moody. Not a good sign. The brandy decanter was three-quarters full, which was a good sign. Taking a balloon glass from the cart, he poured a measure into it and sat.

“So,” he said.

Lucius cocked his head slightly, and looked at Severus with weary eyes. “So what?”

“Why?”

“Severus, it’s been a long day, and I’m tired. Do get on with it.”

“Why did you end your affair with Harry?”

“Who said I did?” Lucius snapped. “Did Harry say that?”

“What else could he say? Draco informed me that you returned home, fucked the poor boy, and then left him lying there while you threw a tantrum in the bathroom. Why? Because he told you he loved you? As if you didn’t know that?”

“I…” Lucius sighed. “I panicked.”

“I figured.”

“I never meant to hurt him.”

“Then why haven’t you spoken to him? He’s a mess, Lucius. He doesn’t know why you did what you did, or what he did wrong.” Severus leaned forward. “Not three months ago, you sat in that very chair and told me that you were falling in love with him. So, he said it first. Are you punishing him for beating you to the punch?”

“No, of course not!”

“Then why?”

“Because the last thing that Narcissa said to me before she died was ‘I love you, Lucius’. And then, she was dead.”

“So you’re afraid that if you tell him, that he’ll, what? Die?”

“He is an Auror, Severus! He’s chasing the very people that you and I once worked with! Yes! He could die!”

“So could you.”

Lucius looked up sharply. Severus continued, “So could I. So could Draco. Nothing in life is certain, my friend. You can’t keep running away from love because you fear to lose it. You’ll end up alone. As I was.”

“Do you love my son, Severus?” Lucius asked quietly.

“I do.”

“Have you told him that?”

“I have. And it was the hardest thing I have ever done in all my years.”

“Merde.”

“Yes. To be blunt, you fucked up.”

“So what do I do?”

“Talk to him. Tell him what you feel. If you don’t…you will lose him.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Fine. Then tell me what you are doing with Antonin Dolohov.”

Lucius stood abruptly. “How do you know of this?”

“The prostitute that approached you, the female…she is an informant for the Aurors.”

“Bloody hell.”

“Oh, yes. She saw you with Dolohov. So, what are you doing?”

“He asked me for money.”

“Naturally. Did he say why?”

“Of course not.” Lucius refilled his glass and remained standing. “He did make a reference to Draco, however. He said that I didn’t want Draco to befall the same fate as my wife.”

Severus’ eyes hardened. “He must die.”

Lucius looked at his oldest friend, and smiled.

“Oh, trust me, my friend. He will die.”

A slight flickering of the lights alerted Lucius to the wards being breached. The only person that could cross them, besides Severus, was Draco.

“Well, it seems they called an early night,” Lucius said, turning to greet his son. His face froze, however, when he saw Draco’s companion.

“Harry.”

tbc

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2008-09-26T02:15:15Z

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2008-09-24T04:21:38Z

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