melfinatheblue (melfinatheblue) wrote in luciusfqf, @ 2008-02-12 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | fiction: lucius/narcissa, fiction: lucius/oc, het, slash |
Lucius Malfoy and the Cauldron of Doom 8/?
Title:Lucius Malfoy and the Cauldron of Doom Part 8
Author/Artist:melfinatheblue
Rating:R
Pairing:Lucius Malfoy/Nathan Peters, Lucius/Narcissa
Summary:A problem arises at Hogwarts and Christmas Dinner
Warnings:slash, adultery
Prompt:Lucius Malfoy becomes potion master at Hogwarts
Notes:My apologies for the wait. Also, I had hoped to have this finished by the end of the fest, but this obviously isn't going to happen. So, future updates can be found at my personal journal. There's at least one more part to come.
Word Count:2350
Last Part here
Christmas day couldn't come soon enough, Lucius had decided. The little brats were so hyped up that it was impossible to hold their attention for any length of time. He was considering sticking charms for the chairs, and maybe silencing charms. After all, giving them detention just meant he had to spend more time with them. He stared daggers at the first years in front of him. It didn't work. Obviously, he'd lost his touch.
"Sit down boy!"
The classroom stilled. Everyone looked at him, and the small Gryffindor boy he'd just shouted at.
"I am going to say this once, and once only. If you do not obey instructions, you are extremely likely to damage yourself or your classmates. Now, I don't really care if you do, but if I am sent back to Azkaban because you dunderheads couldn't sit still and pay attention, I will make it my life's work to hunt you down, and demonstrate every dark spell I know on you. Are we clear?"
The first years stared at him, their eyes as big as saucers. Then, one of the Hufflepuff girls slowly raised her hand.
"Yes, you?"
"Sir, do you really know dark spells?"
"Yes."
The girl's hand remained in the air.
"You have another question?"
"Why would they send you to Azkaban?"
"Because I used to be a Death Eater."
"What's that? Some kind of rock band?"
Lucius was genuinely puzzled. This student had no idea what a Death Eater was. How did she not know what a Death Eater was? Even if she was a muggleborn, wouldn't the other students have filled her in? And how was he going to explain without giving the Ministry a chance to revoke his parole? Then he had a brilliant idea.
"Alright, who can answer that question?"
Most of the students looked around at each other. Finally another Hufflepuff raised his hand.
"Yes, you."
"Binns is my name, sir. The Death Eaters served Lord Voldemort, who tried to take over the Wizarding World twice. They killed muggles and muggleborns, and scared the heck out of everyone."
"Close enough."
There were collective gasps from the class.
"Did you kill anyone?"
"Hand or I can't hear you."
The Gryffindor raised his hand, bouncing up and down in his seat.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh."
"Yes."
"Will you answer now?"
"Yes. No, I did not."
"So why should we be scared of you?"
"Ever hear of Bellatrix Lestrange? Or Fenrir Greyback?"
The class again fell silent.
"What is Binns teaching you in History?"
"The Goblin Wars, or was it the Giant Wars?"
"No recent history at all?"
"Nothing so far. We're in the 1600s."
"Fine then. I am not the one who should be explaining all this to you. I suggest you pester the Headmistress for answers."
"Can we tell her you told us that?"
"If you want."
Lucius was, quite frankly, more than a bit appalled. He'd always put Draco's complaining about Binns down to his dislike of history. Obviously there was more going on. Was Binns really not teaching anything after 1900? He resolved to ask both Binns and Draco at the earliest opportunity. Then he realized what Binns (the small Hufflepuff version) was about to do.
"Binns!"
He quickly moved to Binns's table and grabbed the boy's arm.
"Sir?"
The boy looked terrified.
"Do not add witch hazel. It will explode. Use the tea tree oil."
"Oh. Sorry sir."
"Just don't do it again."
Class went by quickly after that, thankfully. His free period was next, and rather than sit in his office and grade, he went in search of Professor Binns.
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Two hours later
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Lucius was fairly sure his brain would explode if he spent one minute longer talking to Binns. It was obvious the ghost was senile, or something like it. He had no idea what year it was or who he was talking to.
“As I was saying, Gregory...”
“Lucius. Malfoy. Potions professor.”
“Are you sure your name isn't Gregory?”
“Very.”
“You would know, I suppose. Anyway...”
“If you'll excuse me, Professor, I have a class waiting.”
“Ah, yes. Now what was it you teach again?”
“Potions. Now if you'll excuse me...”
Lucius walked off. He could hear Binns rambling something about Malfoys never being any good at potions. He tried to remember the family tree, figure out who Binns thought he was.
“Great-uncle Gregory? He thinks I'm great-uncle Gregory? The man died in 1910!”
A passing student turned to look at him as he yelled.
“You! Where's the headmistress?”
“Supervising repairs to the library, I think.”
“Thanks.”
Lucius strolled off towards the library. McGonagall was going to get a piece of his mind, likely more than one. Honestly, a senile history teacher?
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McGonagall was rolling her eyes at him. Honestly, did people never grow up?
"Malfoy, if I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times. I'm not extending your vacation. You get Christmas day, and that's it."
"That's not why I'm here."
"Have you managed to learn any names yet?"
Lucius groaned inwardly. Of course, his worth as a professor was all based on how many students he could name...
"One of the Hufflepuffs is Binns. And speaking of a Binns, do you realize how out of touch the professor is?"
"He's teaching History of Magic. He doesn't have to be in touch."
"I don't know about you, but I'd like recent history to not repeat in twenty years. The only way that's going to happen is if the current generation learns about the previous one's mistakes."
"You didn't think it was a mistake three years ago."
"So it comes back to that. It always comes back to that. You can't see anything about me besides the mark on my arm, can you?"
“Or the fact that you're a slimy, traitorous bastard who's always used money to get his way. That's not going to work this time, Malfoy. If Binns was good enough for Dumbledore, he's good enough for me!”
Lucius swallowed the curse words before they came out of his mouth and stalked off, muttering.
“Stupid bloody stubborn cow...”
McGonagall shouted after him...
“And Snape was far better at stomping off in a huff!”
Lucius fought the urge to turn around and hex the infuriating woman. Gah! Gryffindors, all the same. Can't see the forest for the trees. He was so busy fuming that he walked straight into Peters without realizing.
“Ow!”
“Sorry, Peters.”
“No worries. What's wrong?”
“Other than a stubborn and infuriating Headmistress, nothing.”
“You two mix like oil and water, you know that. What happened now?”
“Binns.”
“The ghost or the student?”
“The ghost. We need someone else teaching that subject, someone who isn't senile.”
Peters pondered for a moment.
“We should form a partnership, Malfoy."
Lucius looked surprised, then annoyed.
"It's a bit harder to get me into bed than that, Peters!"
"No, not that. Wait, yes that, but I'll wine and dine you first. I was talking about getting rid of Binns."
"An alliance?"
"That might be a better word for it. After all, those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it."
"I tried that line on our Headmistress already. Apparently she sees nothing wrong with a history professor who thinks it's still the year of the Diamond Jubilee."
"When was that, anyway?"
"Sometime century before last, I think."
"I thought ghosts had an awareness of time."
"Apparently not Binns. And if he calls me Gregory one more time..."
"Who's Gregory?"
"A very distant and long-dead relation."
"Not too thrilled with him?"
"Married a muggle. Disowned."
"Oh. So what other skeletons are in your family closets? You realize I'm going to do a thorough search of all of them at Christmas?"
Lucius smiled.
"That should take you, oh, about two years. I'll make sure the house elves send food, shall I?"
“If you don't mind. Anything I should know before the big day?”
“Dress robes. And there will be a toddler in attendance, so I'd put repelling charms on my clothes if I were you.”
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Christmas Day
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"Because he's a revolting spoiled brat who thinks the world revolves around him! He's not marrying my daughter, and that's final!"
Draco turned very pale. Pansy broke into tears and left the room. Lucius looked like he was about two seconds from jumping across the table and strangling Gregory Parkinson. Narcissa placed a warning hand on his arm. Andromeda and Professor Peters just looked embarrassed, and Teddy continued to play drums with the spoons. Jackie flicked her wand at her husband.
"Sit down, and shut up. Pansy is all grown up now, and can make her own decisions. If she and Draco want to get married, then they shall, no matter what you say!"
"She's a child!"
"She's 18, the same age I married you."
"She's too young!"
"You didn't think so on our wedding night."
"Well, I was young and foolish."
"So you're saying our marriage was a mistake?!?"
"Um..."
Gregory looked around for help. Lucius was glowering at him, no help there. Narcissa was holding a napkin to her mouth, making it hard to tell if she was smiling or not. Andromeda looked amused. Draco was halfway out of the room, no doubt planning to go comfort Pansy. And then help, of a sort, came. A spoon went flying out of Teddy's hand and hit Gregory on the head.
"Ow!"
"Serves you right, you conceited, self-centered git! Get out of this house right now!"
"Jackie, did you just order your husband out of our house?"
"I do hope you don't mind. Waiting till we got home would be so inconvenient."
Peters looked very confused.
"What just happened?"
"It's very simple, really. Gregory was trying to be a patriarch without the support of his wife. And she'd finally had enough of it."
"Oh. Please forgive me if I'm out of turn, but I always thought the old families were patriarchal."
Narcissa looked at Lucius, who was still glowering. She smiled, and he relaxed. Peters still looked confused. Narcissa decided to put him out of his misery.
"Lucius? Care to explain?"
"I may make most of the family decisions, but I always consult 'Cissa and take her feelings into account. A marriage works far better as a partnership than as a dictatorship."
"Oh. That makes sense. So will Draco and Pansy get married?"
"Eventually, yes, if they want to. Though I would prefer they wait a year or so."
"Too young?"
"Not really. We've all just come out of a very stressful situation, and it's natural for people to want to pair off. I just want them to be sure."
At this point, Teddy decided he wanted his spoon back and started to scream. Lucius put his head in his hands. Damn, he'd forgotten how loud a toddler could be. So much for a nice Christmas dinner with the family and a few close friends. Next year he was kidnapping Draco and 'Cissa and going someplace quiet and warm. Maybe Tahiti. He'd always wanted to go there. He wondered briefly if he could convince 'Cissa to wear a bikini.
"Lucius?"
"Hmm? Sorry dearest, miles away."
"And where exactly were you?"
"Tahiti."
Narcissa smiled.
“Sounds like a nice idea for a vacation As I was saying, it looks like Teddy is ready for a nap. Why don't we women go deal with the baby, and you two adjourn to the study?”
“Peters? Sound good?”
Peters nodded, and both men retired to the study.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Got any good whiskey?”
“Bad liquor is not allowed in this house.”
Peters smiled and followed Lucius over to the drinks cart.
"Can I ask you a question, Malfoy?"
"That depends. Are you ever planning to call me by my first name?"
"Alright, can I ask you a question, Lucius?"
"Certainly."
"Are you bisexual?"
"Bisexual?"
"Are you attracted to both men and women?"
"Oh. I prefer to think of it as being versatile."
"Versatile? That's an interesting way to put it."
"I rather think so. Of course, it depends on the person involved, as well."
“I see.”
Peters placed his hand on the small of Lucius's back. Lucius turned and passed him a glass. He then took Nathan Peters's hand and pulled him over to the leather couch.
A few minutes passed in comfortable silence as they both emptied their glasses.
"Lucius?"
"Hmm?"
"How much have you had to drink?"
"More than I should. And you?"
"About the same."
"Oh. Why do you ask?"
Nathan stood up, and moved over to Lucius. Then he leaned down and kissed him.
"I always like to know if I'm taking advantage of a drunk man or not."
"I think we shall see, sir, who will be taking advantage of whom."
Lucius pulled him down, and Nathan decided to straddle him. Lucius was a bit unsure as to how they'd ended up in this position, but he wasn't about to complain, especially as Nathan kept wiggling his hips.
“Wait!”
“What?”
“You're married!”
“Yes. Thank you for stating the obvious. Now please start moving again.”
“But...”
Lucius sighed.
“This was so much easier with Slytherins. Look, my wife and I have an arrangement. As long as she comes first, she doesn't mind a little straying on the side. In fact, Severus and I had a long term arrangement. Narcissa is always, and forever, first. My dearest, the love of my life. She knows this. She also knows she lacks a cock, and occasionally I like to play with one that isn't mine.”
“So she's okay with you cheating?”
“I do get permission beforehand, therefore it isn't cheating. Now, are we going to continue, or should I dump you off my lap?”
“Depends. Can you do more with that mouth than just kiss?”
Lucius smirked.
“Maybe. Care to find out?"
Final Part here