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Summary: AU. Slash. Senior Advisor to the King, Tom Riddle, develops a touch of conscience while spending some 'quality time' with the King's teenage son. TR/LM.
Warnings: See summary. Considering Lucius's age, which is just seventeen at the start of this, it really depends how you feel on a seventeen year old boy sleeping with a man twenty six years his senior. Sixteen is the age of consent here in NZ, and I'm fairly certain it is in the UK as well; so take it for what you will. Oh! And then in the Wizarding World, Seventeen is the age of adulthood, so it's pretty much all legal.
Notes: Yes, this is another of my 'I-enjoy-the-Malfoys-being-royal' stories. Bear with me. Humour me. I am also trying something a little different. This will be from Tom's point of view. I will also alternate with Lucius's point of view. Also, this story came to me during a lecture on Tuesday night…
Is Tom evil? Not to the extent he is in the books, but he certainly has his own agenda.
Ah, how I love these moments. These moments of complete solitude late at night, in my own home. These moments where I can enjoy a generous glass or two of the finest Old Ogden's Firewhiskey money can buy; read a good book and not have to worry about being bothered by the Royal Family.
Anyway, perhaps we should get the basics out of the way first, shall we? I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, senior advisor to the Wizarding King; Abraxas Malfoy. I will be forty three years of age come New Year's Eve; only a week away.
I come from a poor background; my filthy muggle father abandoned my pureblood mother before I was born. My mother, Merope Gaunt-Riddle, died barely an hour after giving birth to me; she had enough time to give me the ridiculous name of my muggle father, though. Eleven years later, Albus Dumbledore turned up at the orphanage I was growing up in to tell me that I was a Wizard and would be able to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It is best to say, that at that point in time, Hogwarts was reserved for the most prestigious of the whole Wizarding World, and that included the young Prince of the time, Abraxas Malfoy. Now, Hogwarts has been closed off to everyone but the British Wizards; it will now let in any old, less than pure, riff raff.
Speaking with the condescension that I do of those that are less than pure may seem a little hypocritical, and it really is, considering my own blood. I am a half-blood; but I am Heir to Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts. Because of my connection to the Founders, I would say at a guess, that that is why I was allowed into the high class magic school.
From there on, I immediately 'befriended' Abraxas Malfoy, heir to the throne. I use the term 'friend' loosely, as I have never truly been one; to be completely honest I have spent many years using Abraxas's less than brilliant mind against him. When the dim-witted Prince turned King is as soft as Abraxas, the power game becomes infinitely easier.
When Abraxas's father died and he took over the throne, he asked me to be his personal advisor; to 'guide' him through his reign. If the idiot had half a clue as to what goes on in my head, he would not have dared make a request like that.
But he did. And though I have helped him significantly over the years, I know that not everyone in the Wizarding World is as oblivious as Abraxas; a lot of them, including the King's half a dozen other advisors, can see I am using him. But he follows blindly. It works out wonderfully me.
However, though the King is an idiot, the next in line to the throne is not. The seventeen year old Prince, Lucius, has quite a brilliant mind in his young head; he is nothing like his father.
In fact, the only thing the boy has in common with his father is the fact that he has been spoilt rotten his entire life, and that does leave its mark on young and impressionable minds.
Another thing Lucius has that I do very much admire, is his incredible attractiveness. As someone who has seen the boy grow from a baby into the stunning young man that he is today, I really should not think such things; but I simply cannot help myself.
Just this morning I was walking along one of the upper hallways of the Royal Palace and came across young Lucius wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms; his shoulder length white-blond hair was loose and he had this very 'come hither' look about him. If it weren't for the fact that his mother had just appeared at the other end of the hallway, I would have slammed him against the wall and taken him then and there.
I swear that boy is trying to seduce me.
Perhaps he knows I would like nothing more than to shag him into next week? The little minx.
Anyhow, with thoughts like that in my head, I think it is time that I retired to bed.
"That isn't quite what I meant…"
I think perhaps the previous King dropped his son on the head far too many times; it isn't like I'm trying to teach him Quantum Physics or something equally as mind boggling.
"Father, can I go now? I understood the first time Tom explained it."
Ah yes, in my frustration with the King, I had nearly forgotten that his lovely son was present in this room as well. In passing a glance at the young Prince I got to see another smidgen of the disrespect he held for his father in him rolling his eyes and smirking at me when he realised he had been seen.
Oh, do I plan on tracking him down later. Screw Abraxas.
Well, screw Lucius to be more precise.
This is going to be a truly interesting Christmas.
"Yes, of course, Lucius. Go ahead."
Abraxas, ever the ignorant one to an insult; especially when Lucius places them so well, they should be acknowledged.
I watched as Lucius crossed the room; he did not have to pass by me to get to the door but he did anyway, deliberately.
"Good luck," he whispered; a delicious little grin on his face. I glanced down just in time to see a hand ghost across my abdomen.
I had to wonder… Did he truly know what would be in store for him when I got my way?
Author's Note: Well, I decided to stop chapter one right there so that I can see what kind of response this story gets. What did you think?
I am attempting to write an entire story in First Person Point of View. This was also originally destined to be a one shot, but I thought I could make it into a proper story, especially since I have ideas for the future of it involving very adult Lucius.
Please Read and Review and let me know what you think.