Lost Boy: Hijack Me! Original Title: Lost Boy Story Title: Original Author:roedhunt Hijacker: Rating: NC17 Pairing: Lucius/Harry Length : 3624 Time Period: Post War Canon Compliant: Compliant through book 6 Summary: Harry Potter went missing after he defeated Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy stumbles upon him in Knockturn Alley who apparently has amnesia. Of course, Lucius takes advantage of the situation – and of Harry. Warnings: Dub-con?, slash, PWP Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are property of JK Rowling and Warner Brothers, no profit is being made off of this story.
Lucius Malfoy could not believe his luck.
The entire wizarding world was out searching for the famous Harry Potter, who had disappeared 9 days ago, and here was that said boy, standing in a dimly lit back street, deep within the bowels of Knockturn Alley. Potter had disappeared the night Voldemort was defeated and no one had seen or heard from him since. It was speculated by some that the Dark Lord – or one of his followers – had killed Harry in the midst of Voldemort’s demise. But, there had been no body, no evidence, and no witnesses to verify any of the supposition. For his part, Lucius was granted amnesty for his assistance in locating Voldemort and other Death Eaters that ultimately led to Voldemort's downfall. It was, however, an unspoken belief that Lucius Malfoy could still not be trusted.
Lucius didn’t mind. At least he wasn’t in Azkaban.
From what Lucius could tell from his stance, Potter looked lost and confused and perhaps even…afraid? Had Voldemort found another way to return? Shaking that ridiculous thought away, Lucius slowly approached, watching for any indication that Potter might panic and attack, or judging by his dark expression, run. But curiously, the boy did neither. He remained where he was - even after making direct eye contact with him.
Lucius watched Harry as he followed Lucius’ every move. Had Potter recognised him? It was possible but something inside told him that the boy hadn't. There was only one way to find out.
He stopped two feet in front of Harry.
“Good evening,” Lucius said smoothly.
Harry paused for a few seconds. It was evident that he was still deciding about what to make of him. Finally, “Good evening, sir.”
Lucius inwardly smiled. Perhaps the boy didn’t recognise him after all.
“What brings you out on such a dreadful chilly night?”
Harry looked away, apparently wondering that himself. “I don’t know, sir,” he whispered. Gooseflesh covered his bare arms and he briskly rubbed them up and down to keep warm. His shirt was tattered and clung to parts of his body from where water from above had dripped down. His trousers were baggy and the cuffs were bunched around his trainers. Both had rips in them as well.
Lucius took a daring step towards him, closing the small gap that separated them. Potter didn’t even flinch. Lucius removed his cloak and without a second thought, wrapped it around the shaking boy. “There now. That’s better, isn’t it?” Harry nodded hesitantly. “Good. Perhaps I can help you find your way?” He paused, awaiting an answer. When none came, he tried again. “Your home perhaps?”
Potter seemed to contemplate that question before shaking his head and stared at his feet. “No, sir. I…”
Lucius raised a brow. “You have no home?” Harry shrugged. “How is that possible? Surely there must be someone who is out looking for you.”
Harry scuffed his toe on the cobblestone and pulled the cloak in tight. He shrugged again. “I don’t believe so, sir.” He thought for a moment. “No, sir. No one.”
“Well then. I could not in good conscious allow a young man such as yourself to be exposed to the savage streets of this dodgy area.” Potter looked up, eyes wide in amazement. Lucius furrowed his brows at that unexpected reaction. Was the boy that shocked to think that no one would help him? Or was it because it was Lucius Malfoy that offered? He was sure it was the former. But if Potter doesn’t recognise me… His face relaxed into a small evil grin. A chance like this only comes once in a lifetime. “Then it’s decided. You will accompany me to someplace… more suitable.”
This time the boy shrugged and nodded at the same time.
This would have been the perfect time to exact his revenge on Harry Potter, but suddenly he had … other ideas. Draco's ‘medicine’ can wait.
“Shall we?” he asked, motioning his arm outward. Harry glanced at the distant street then back to Lucius. “You're not afraid are you?”
“I… no, sir. Its just…why would you want to help me?”
Merlin’s blood, this child is blissfully innocent.
“Any respectable wizard would do the same.” However, respectable would not be the word used to describe Lucius Malfoy. But Potter need not know that. “Well, come along then before you catch a cold.”
Harry nibbled absently on his lower lip, and Lucius softly sighed. Beautiful, he thought, imagining all sorts of disrespectable usages for that delectable mouth. Harry opened his mouth to speak then closed it.
“Er, what is your name, sir?”
Lucius’s face softened dramatically. “Forgive my manners. My name is…” What was his name? “Severus,” he decided. He knew it was a huge risk to use such a familiar name, but Lucius liked taking risks.
Harry's face grimaced and suddenly Lucius panicked. Did the boy remember? Did he risk too much?
“Um, that is…” Lucius held his breath. “an unusual name, sir.”
Lucius exhaled sharply. Thank the gods. “Yes it is. And your name is?”
“Oh, sorry. It’s… er… Harry, sir. Harry… uh…”
“That’s quite all right, Harry. It doesn’t really matter. You're safe now.” Lucius smirked. But not from me.
Harry glanced up and smiled shyly. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for helping me.”
“No need for thanks, Harry. It will be my pleasure.” It will indeed. “I must say that it was sheer luck that I found you. I normally do not take this route.” Lucius gave the boy an amused smile at his obvious confusion. “I do not live here. I am here on… business. I am staying at a local inn.” Harry frowned. “Does that bother you, Harry, that it will not be my home that we will retire to?”
“Oh. No, sir. I’m just relieved that I'm not inconveniencing your... uh… family.”
Lucius tried his best to look appreciative. “Even if that were the case, Harry, it would not be an inconvenience at all.”
Harry looked away embarrassed. “Thank you, sir.”
They began walking in silence until finally arriving at shady-looking inn. Lucius knew this place well. It was used solely for the wizard – or sometimes a witch - who wanted to share some discreet moments with a …companion.
“Here we are,” Lucius announced. He opened the door for the youth then led the rest of the way to the counter. “Stay here. I only wish to collect my messages.”
Harry nodded understandingly. Lucius spoke softly to the clerk and exchanged money for a key. The man knew better than to ask questions no matter how young the companion appeared to be. Lucius returned and led Harry up a few flight of stairs to room 321. He opened the door for Harry and the boy looked curiously around the room.
“I'm afraid I have misplaced my luggage, Harry. I was on my way to find substitute apparel when I found you,” he said, impressing himself with his quick response.
“Oh. I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to trouble you.”
“No trouble at all, Harry. But would you mind waiting for a moment whilst I purchase some items? Perhaps I can find a shop within the area.”
“Oh, not at all! Please!” the boy replied immediately.
Lucius tried not to grin in satisfaction. So naive. He nodded his thanks and said, “Thank you, Harry.” Then turned towards the door. He stopped abruptly and glanced casually over his shoulder. “Why don’t you take a shower, Harry. I’m sure this day has been exhausting for you.” Harry nibbled on his lower lip again, looking over to the corner bathroom. “I will have your clothes clean and dried before you’re finished,” he continued, interrupting Harry’s uncertainty.
“All right,” Harry said softly and Lucius nodded his head once to finish the conversation.
Lucius had barely closed the door when he heard a quiet, “Thank you, sir.”
Lucius grinned wickedly and stood patiently just outside the door.
Only three minutes had past before Lucius heard the distant sound of water running. Lucius quickly cast a cleaning spell on his clothes and changed its colour. The boy would never make the connection. He carefully stepped back into the room, closed the door behind him, and silently walked over to the closed off bathroom. He touched the door with his wand and cast a simple Transparent Spell.
The door appeared to vanish before him and Lucius gripped the doorframe. The boy wouldn’t be able to see him, of course, but through the cloudy steam, Lucius was able to watch him.
Harry stood motionless under the hot liquid before tilting his head back and ran his fingers through his untidy mess of what could be called his hair. He rubbed his face with his hands then looked down and around for the soap. His back was towards Lucius and when Harry had bent over to pick up the bar, Lucius could no longer contain a groan.
The boys arse was perfectly round and deliciously fuzz free – along with his skinny legs. Harry lather up a washrag and began washing his chest. He scrubbed his skin delicately and the rag glided over it as if it was caressing fine silk. Harry moved sensuously with every stroke as his hands contoured over every curve of his body. If he only knew what he was doing to a blond, long-haired, ‘former’ Death Eater that was lurking just outside the door.
When Harry's hands travelled down his body, Lucius couldn’t refrain himself from sighing. He could only imagine what the boy’s front looked like. Was it small and thin like the rest of his body? Was it tanned like his back? Was it even responding to the boy’s intimate touches?
Was he … hard?
Lucius suppressed his impulse to bust down the door.
His eyes widened suddenly when Harry's left leg rose and he carefully placed his foot on the edge of the tub. Oh, merciful Merlin. The tip of the flannel peeked out from between Harry's legs as he washed along his crevice. Lucius tilted his head to the side and crouched down. Wider, boy. Wider, he mentally demanded. But the boy never heard his silent plea and dropped his leg back down. Lucius growled in frustration but his breath all but stopped when Harry leaned over to scrub his filthy feet. Yesss. His legs were parted only slightly, but Lucius could see the soft hanging flesh.
Lucius gripped himself hard through the front of his trousers and cursed himself for his lack of control. He had all the time in the world tonight and wasn’t about to lose it over a hint of skin.
Harry stood up straight and Lucius froze as the young boy turned to face him. He was hard. It was also very large for a boy of his age. Unconsciously, Lucius ran the flat of his tongue slowly across his lower lip before gently biting down. Lucius was completely mesmerised as he watched as Harry rinsed his hairless chest, flanks, and stomach with the palm of his hands. Again Harry moved in time with the incessant strokes and when his fingers grazed over the top of his dark curls, Lucius almost fainted. Continuing downward, Potter pushed down slightly on his half-hard erection then pulled the loose flesh upwards to clean under his foreskin. Lucius’ hands had to clutch his trouser seam, thus preventing another grope to his own excitement.
Lucius inhaled sharply as Potter reached behind and shut off the tap. He backed away, quickly tapped the door with his wand and then changed the boy’s tattered shirt into a clean, long nightshirt. He tossed the dirty underpants and baggy trousers into the wardrobe closet, and locked it with a silent spell. It was at that moment that Harry had opened the bathroom door wearing nothing but a towel.
Lucius spun away from him. “I apologise, Harry. I didn’t expect to return so soon. Would you like me to leave?” he asked, straightening the already straightened bed.
“No, its all right, but where is my…?”
“Oh yes, of course. Your clothes. It seems that they haven't returned just yet. But I had taken the liberty to pick you up this,” Lucius said, gesturing to the nightshirt, lying on the back of a chair. “Forgive me, but I did not know your size.”
“No. Thank you so much. You really didn’t have to do that.”
The shirt was gently picked up and in Lucius’ peripheral vision, saw the flannel being tossed onto the chair and the offered shirt slipped around the boy’s small frame. Lucius clenched his jaw to stop himself from looking.
Lucius glanced over out of the corner of his eye once he noticed that the boy was dressed. “As I said before, Harry, it was my pleasure.”
“Thank you, sir,” Harry repeated, his voice softer than a whisper.
Lucius tipped his head at him then started for the door. “Would you like me to send for something? You must be famished.”
Harry looked at Lucius then over to the large bed then back to Lucius.
“Um, no. If it’s all right, I’d like to rest for a bit.”
“Not at all. A short nap would do us both good.”
Harry's eyes widened briefly at that statement but then nodded his consent. “All right,” he whispered.
Lucius smirked slightly. “Would you mind if I took a quick shower then? It has been a long day for me as well.”
Harry peered at him through his fringe, clearly embarrassed for some odd reason. He shook his head. “No, of course not. Please.”
“Rest then, Harry.” And he smiled all the way to the bathroom.
Little did the boy know, he was going to get quite a performance. A Lucius Malfoy one.
After a good fifteen minutes, Lucius cracked the bathroom door open – just enough to see Harry lying on his back, head facing the window. Lucius’ lip curled in anticipation. He announced his presence with an audible sigh and looked down at his robe-covered body to conceal his grin when he saw that he had the boy’s attention. Lucius shrugged out his robe and carefully folded it over the back of the chair. He casually walked to the bed, all in his natural glory. He ignored the fact that Harry had turned his head to him and was watching him with slitted eyes. He didn’t want to startle the boy, nor acknowledge the boy’s obvious curiosity.
Standing aside the bed now, Lucius leaned his head back and raised his arms to stretch. He knew he was still being closely watched. Very closely in fact. Bless his young hormones. Lucius’ head remained tilted and he lightly scrapped his nails up and down his chest, making sure to flick his nipples a few times to harden them. His hands lowered to his thatch of dark blond curls and pretended to scratch underneath them. His cock was half-hard. He closed his eyes and smiled. He knew what a picture he made to such innocent eyes.
When Lucius brought his attention back to the bed, Harry quickly shut his eyes and turned his head slightly. Lucius smirked as he noticed the small lump mid-way down the boy’s covered body. He slowly lifted the duvet, slid into the warm bed and purposely faced Harry.
He waited a few moments before speaking. “Harry, did I wake you?”
As expected, Harry looked over at him. “No,” he said softly. “I … just can't sleep.”
“Hmm,” Lucius noised, in an understanding tone. “Sometimes I have that problem as well. But,” he paused for effect. “I find that a nice massage really relaxes the muscles and prompts the desire to sleep.” He chose the word ‘desire’ purposely. “I have had many. So many in fact that I’m probably an expert myself,” he chuckled, with an honest attempt to sound as if he really was amused by that admission.
He waited again. The response came immediately.
“Really? I’ve never had one.”
Lucius raised a skeptical brow. “Really? That’s a shame. It really is incredible.” He tried to look as if he was thinking. Finally, “Would you like me to show you just how relaxing it is?” Harry did that adorable nibbling on his lower lip. “It really wouldn’t be any trouble,” he added quickly.
Harry smiled nervously. “If it wouldn’t be any…” then he stopped short when he realised that that statement was already answered before he had even asked. “All right,” he whispered shyly.
“I promise you, Harry, that once you’ve experience one, you’ll never forget it.”
“Turn over on your stomach,” Lucius said, deepening his voice and with a hint of an order.
Harry obeyed then flinched when the cool air hit his backside. Lucius pulled his nightshirt up to his shoulders and the duvet down to curve of the small of his back. Lucius straddled Harry, consciously avoiding his privates from touching him. He gingerly pressed the flat of his hands against Harry's tender skin and began kneading it. Harry quickly stiffened at first but then gradually relaxed as the pressure was kept to a minimum with no sign of becoming rough.
“That’s it, Harry. Just let sensations flow through you,” Lucius breathed.
Harry sighed. And Lucius smirked. All too easy.
Lucius sighed himself after awhile, listening to that entrancing and shallow breathing coming from below. He closed his eyes and moved his hands sporadically up and down and left to right, letting his unconscious guide him. Ever so slowly and so he wouldn’t cause the boy to panic, he rested his groin carefully and lightly on the back of Harry's thighs. Harry didn’t seem to notice.
He smiled confidently and then stretched his entire body, moving as one with the long strokes he was making on Harry's back. The boy still didn’t notice. Lucius dipped his hips slightly when he reached Harry’s neck, leaning over and causing the bottom of his scrotum to graze over Harry's buttocks. Harry gasped. Lucius, however, ignored him and kneaded the tense muscles of his shoulders, giving the distinct impression to Harry that he was doing nothing wrong. Nothing inappropriate.
Harry relaxed after a moment or two and closed his eyes.
Lucius was now fully erect.
Lucius scooted down Harry's body and began to work at Harry's lower back, adding more pressure to the taut muscles there. Harry sighed approvingly, but then gasped sharply when the sure hands reached the top his creamy white arse. Lucius still didn’t stop. He noticed that Harry had opened his mouth to protest, but nothing but a moan egressed. Lucius’ thumbs pressed firmly at the base of Harry's spine whilst his fingers splayed out against the smooth skin.
Wordlessly, Lucius’ hands dipped under the duvet, not once breaking contact with Harry's tightening arse.
Lucius leaned over Harry's body and whispered in his ear. His erection nestled in Harry's crack. “Its all right, Harry. It just seems that you’re extremely tense here and I only want to help you relax,” he explained matter-of-factly. “But if you are uncomfortable, I will stop.” Lucius waited with baited breath, but continued his administrations on Harry's shoulders. When no immediate response came, “Trust me, Harry. You’ll thoroughly enjoy it.”
Finally, a small nod was Harry's only reply.
Lucius smirked smugly and sat up, running his palms back down the boy’s body. He lowered the thin duvet just below Harry's arse, where it met the top of his legs. Harry's breath hitched. Lucius went straight back to work, cupping his hands to pull up bits of his bottom just to release it and grab another section. Harry gripped the sheets beside his head and his back arched slightly. Now Lucius had him where he wanted him.
Pushing down with his palms, Lucius pressed on Harry's bum so his hips dipped into the bed and then shoved it upwards, then barely lifted it and pulled it back just to repeat the process. Soon Harry was rutting against the mattress and his breathing became loud and ragged. Lucius removed his hands so slowly that Harry wasn’t even aware that he did. Lucius scooted down until he laid between the boys legs, perched on his elbows. He began rubbing the inside of Harry's sensitive thighs with his lips. Lucius parted the clenching cheeks with his thumb pads and stared longingly at the small pucker. Harry stopped rutting the mattress.
“S-sir? What…?” he rasped.
“Shh, trust me, Harry. Just give me the chance to show you how wonderful this can feel,” he whispered. And with that, Lucius accio’d a small phial from his robe and quickly removed the lid. With his other hand, he nudged Harry to continue thrusting.
Harry paused then rose to elbows and looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened as he felt a cold substance touch his opening. “Ahh!”
Lucius’ face instantly buried in the folds of Harry's cheek and began circling his virgin entrance with his tongue. Harry tried to squirm away, but Lucius quickly spread his legs, slid his arms under them, and then roughly pulled him closer. His arms curled over Harry's slim hips and peeled apart his arse with his fingertips. Lucius began swiping the flat of his tongue up and down his entire cleft, wetting it thoroughly with spittle.
“Nooo,” Harry whimpered.
Lucius jerked on Harry's bum and pulled away his face enough to whisper, “Just relax, Harry. Thrust against the bed again.” He rocked Harry back and forth knowing it caused enough friction to illicit a moan from him.
And it did.
Still unsure, Harry slowly began on his own as Lucius held on tightly and moved with the humping boy, sucking the pink skin.