That simple profanity alerted Professor Snape that something was amiss more than usual. His students normally opted for something slightly more discreet, and if it was worth that blunt exclamation, it had to be disastrous. He walked behind the slender, black-haired student that had said it, becoming slightly alarmed at the fact that instead of the potion being a deep red and still, it was pink, and bubbling uncontrollably. The professor already knew what had gone wrong; they didn't just give out the title of Potions Master.
"Potter you idiot!" he roared, causing the boy to jump, and everyone else besides, also causing someone to scream in shock. "Did you add in the powdered mother-of-pearl?" The Potions Master's voice was dangerously low. Harry groaned. "Add it in now, before that thing explo—"
They were cut off by the sound of an actual explosion. Harry looked down at his cauldron, expecting to find it in pieces. His, however, was fine. He looked around and saw poor Neville looking like he had stuck his face into black paint, completely terrified, and Seamus looking rather irritated.
"Potter…" Snape growled, his desire to kill Harry all too evident. "You have two weeks of detention with me."
"What?" Harry yelped, shocked.
"And an essay on the importance of adding the correct ingredients so that the professor can concentrate on the more dangerous students." At this, the angry man glared at Neville and Seamus. "Two rolls, given to me within three days. If I see Miss Granger's handwriting anywhere on it, even in edits, it will be another two rolls on doing your own work, Potter."
"But why the detention?" Harry found himself asking before he could stop himself.
"For the damage you caused by keeping me from preventing the explosion in Longbottom's cauldron. Class dismissed. I've had enough of you." With that, the professor swept from the room, and Harry glared at his back.
"That's bullshit," Harry growled, picking up his equipment and packing it away. He was the last in the room; everyone else had sprinted out, lest Snape come back in his foul mood.
"Oh, hi Harry!" He turned to see a familiar blonde looking at him.
"Hi Luna," he said rather irritably. She looked him over.
"Whatever happened, it'll be alright," she assured him, her serene smile on her face. He laughed bitterly.
"No it won't. I have to write two scrolls on adding the right ingredients, and I have two weeks of detention!" he said vehemently, violently picking up his bag. "I'll see you." She waved at him happily as he walked away.
"Oh my dear boy," the breathy woman said, staring at him gravely. He rolled his eyes and glared at her.
"I know, I'm going to die a gruesome death tomorrow," he snapped. She looked taken aback.
"No need to get angry. I was going to say that you will become entangled with something you shouldn't. And yes, you will be mauled by wolves," she added, walking off to another table. Harry turned to Ron.
"I'm sick of hearing her predict my death," he said. "She's so full of it. Especially about becoming entangled with something? That's stupid." Ron shrugged, clearly unsure how to appease his angry friend.
Harry was walking back to his common room to put his books away. At the end of the hall, he caught a glimpse of a tall blonde walking away. He nearly screamed. Why did Lucius Malfoy have to show up today of all days? He could have dealt with it any other day, but today was the worst. That damn man seemed to make his mission in life to torment him with snide comments about his feats, and anger at the fact that Harry had landed him in Azkaban. Harry did suppose that he would be bitter towards anyone who had led to his imprisonment. But still, it was the worst day for the prat to show up.
Harry let out a roar of frustration, angrily throwing his wand down to his mattress. He yelled in surprise when sparks shot out the end and landed on the curtain, starting a small fire. With a quick spell, Harry put the flames out and let out another angry cry, throwing his robes off and putting on something more comfortable for dinner. He was a little late, he knew, but there would still be plenty of food. Besides, there was less of a chance of running into Malfoy if he were a little later.
He walked through the halls, looking down at the floor, hands shoved into pockets, muttering angrily. Some days were just horrible; if one thing went wrong, everything after that went wrong. Of course, by this philosophy, Harry knew he was bound to have to talk to Lucius at some point. He wasn't prepared, however, to walk right into the snake himself. Harry groaned; he'd hoped it would just be a simple passing in the hall, a few curt words, and then they'd be on their way. But no, he had to nearly knock him over. The elder Malfoy glared down at Harry.
"Watch where you're going, boy," he said in a silky tone that dripped malice. Harry rolled his eyes, just wanting to get out of the situation that was bound to make his day worse. Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Why, you insolent brat!" he hissed. "I would have thought that the hero of the Wizarding world would have at least decent enough manners to apologize. I was minding my own, trying to make my way to that idiot headmaster's office, and you nearly cause me to fall in an undignified heap to the floor." The blonde man looked like he wanted nothing more than to put his hand to Harry's throat and squeeze.
Harry glared at him, his nails making crescent-shaped indents into the palms of his hands. "Fuck off, sir," he said with nasty emphasis. "First, I've been having a horrid day, and I don't need you to make it dismal. Second, I don't give a damn what the 'hero' should or shouldn't have. Third, you could have moved out of the way. Just because I wasn't watching where I was going because the halls are normally empty around this time, doesn't mean you can't move your ass out of my way, you fucker." He reeled back after the powerful slap that Lucius aimed at his face. Somehow, it felt strangely liberating to have said everything, even though it was uncharacteristic to be so… mean about it. It felt good, honestly.
"Don't you ever say that to me again," Lucius snarled, adjusting the black leather gloves he wore.
"What, tell you to fuck off? Or call you a fucker?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. His smirk simply infuriated Lucius further. Lucius' glare cut like diamond, his eyes shining with a cruel determination.
"I'll teach you some manners, Potter," he spat, dragging Harry into a nearby, empty classroom. He began removing his cloak. He turned to Harry, whose glare would have stopped a slightly less determined man. He pushed the teen against the wall and roughly shoved his mouth on the younger boy's. For a moment, Harry simply stood there, frozen. He felt himself giving into Lucius' lips. It felt right to be kissing him, but it wasn't right at all. It was beyond wrong, he knew. Or at least, that's what he tried to tell himself. Harry's hands made their way to Lucius' back. His lips parted slightly and Lucius' tongue darted inside Harry's mouth. The sudden intrusion alerted Harry to exactly what was happening, and the moment he realized what he had done, he began to fight back, his nails raking the blonde's back through the suit he wore. Lucius recoiled with a sharp intake of breath. He was flushed, several strands of hair out of place. He looked pleased with himself, but unsatisfied. Smoothing back his hair, he took his cloak and turned on his heel. "Next time, Potter, I won't be so easy on you."
Harry watched the older man go and sank to the floor. What exactly had that been? He'd felt anger in Lucius' lips, but also lust. Somehow, they had felt wonderful. Not like Ginny's, or like Cho's. They were firm and controlling, not waiting for him to take the lead he never really wanted to take. Then, when his tongue had found its way into his mouth, it had startled him out of his reverie, though he sincerely wished he hadn't ended it. There was no denying that he had enjoyed the elder Malfoy's "discipline." Lucius' lips had tasted like fine wine, as if the man had been drinking before visiting Hogwarts. It tasted rather good, actually. The force, and the taste were rather arousing, his lips beginning to tingle. Harry found himself with the beginning of an erection at the mere memory of Lucius' kiss. He blushed fiercely, realizing exactly what it meant. However, he wasn't just going to leave it there. He walked over to the door and closed it softly, retreating back to a corner of the room where he could tend to the growing bulge in his pants.
Harry walked out of the room in a state of disbelief. Had he really just jerked himself off to the thought of Lucius Malfoy, the father of his rival, and twice his age? The man was beautiful, yes, but cruel and unmerciful. Harry had always pictured himself with someone who was the picture of kindness, who would truly care. But the idea of Lucius' "bad boy" image was alluring in an entirely different way. It was incredibly unusual. There was also the maturity Lucius undeniably had. His schoolmates were still children in his eyes. He knew he needed someone who could at least try to understand what he had been through, and hold an intelligent conversation. Harry knew Lucius was intelligent, as well as beautiful, and the sudden thought of actually sleeping with him made him know what he wanted. The fact that he had called Lucius' name when he came, imagining those smooth hands instead of his own calloused hands, was enough to leave him embarrassed and a little angry with himself. He needed to talk to Hermione.
He found Hermione in the Library after having gone to wash his hands. She looked up at him and a concerned look crossed her face.
"Harry… Your lips are bruised," she said, scrutinizing them. Harry blushed.
"'Mione, I need some help. I ran into Lucius Malfoy. No, don't say anything yet," he said when she opened her mouth to speak. He continued. "I was already having a bad fucking day with Snape and Trelawney, and then I nearly made him fall and he got pissed, so I told him to fuck off." Hermione gasped, a hand over her mouth. Harry grinned sheepishly. "Then, he… um… he took me into an abandoned classroom and kind of attacked me with his mouth. Then he just left."
"Harry, you need to tell McGonagall," Hermione whispered shrilly. She couldn't scream or Madame Pince would kick them out.
"Actually 'Mione, after he left, I kind of… well, the memory of him sexually aroused me," he admitted uncomfortably. Hermione stared at him as if she had been hit with a brick in the face.
"Please tell me you did not masturbate to LUCIUS MALFOY!" she hissed. Harry blanched and Hermione looked pleadingly to him. "Oh no, you did, didn't you?" Harry nodded. Hermione groaned and put her face in her hands. "Honestly Harry, this is a really bad way to come out to me. I mean, I'd figured it out already, but he's not the person that makes you want to figure it out."
"'Mione, I'd known I was gay for a while," he said slowly, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, I went out with Seamus secretly for a while. We'd meet in the Room of Requirement and we'd—"
"That's quite enough, thank you," Hermione said pointedly. Harry blushed, thinking about what he'd almost said. "But does Ron know? He may take it harshly, especially after that horrid book he bought you for your birthday about charming witches." She made a face that said that she clearly disliked it. Harry snorted.
"It was reading that book that made me figure out my sexuality," he laughed softly. Hermione giggled. "I think I might be attracted to him. I mean, definitely sexually. But I think maybe just in general. I'd always seen myself with someone who was really caring and everything, but I just find Lucius downright sexy, and the idea of the bad boy image is actually appealing. I guess I just like a little bit of adventure." He shrugged. "Well, I really should go raid the kitchens and get something to eat. I'm starved. I'm pretty sure dinner is over now."
Hermione leaned in and whispered, "I hear orgasming burns a lot of calories. He is pretty sexy, Harry." Harry blushed crimson at Hermione's rare shamelessness as he walked away.