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Entry tags: | 2008, character: harry potter, character: lucius malfoy, fic, pairing: harry/lucius |
Fic: An Unexpected Surprise (Harry/Lucius, NC-17) for torrinne
Author: melfinatheblue
Recipient: torrinne
Title: An Unexpected Surprise
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: Harry's convinced Malfoy's up to something, and what better way to gather evidence then to break into the Manor?
Warnings: crossdressing, spanking, bondage, slash
Word Count: 1790
Author's Notes:You said you were craving submissive crossdressing Harry, and I hope I managed to satisfy that craving.
An Unexpected Surprise
Harry Potter was convinced Lucius Malfoy was up to something. He didn't know what, but he was sure of it. True, everyone in the department was laughing behind his back about his Malfoy fixation, and true, Kingsley had flat out told him to leave the Malfoys alone, but none of that mattered. He knew it, knew it in his bones. So it was with some glee that he read about Draco and Narcissa's trip to Italy, knowing that the Manor would be almost unguarded. Tonight would be the night; tonight he would use one of the experimental ward-breaking stones Hermione had lent him from the Department of Mysteries, and he would go into the Manor and find the evidence he needed, one way or the other. He clutched his small satchel, containing all he needed for tonight, and waited. Soon, soon, he would have proof, and that smug git Malfoy would cease to taunt him in his sleep.
"Harry? Harry? Earth to Harry?"
He jerked as he saw the hand pass in front of his face. He'd drifted off completely.
"Hermione, what?"
"Are you coming to the pub with us after this or not?"
"Yeah, mate, it'll be fun. You remember fun, right?"
"I don't think so. I don't feel well."
"Harry, I'm worried about you. Come on, it'll do you good."
"Maybe tomorrow night, okay, Hermione? I just really feel ill tonight."
"Sure, Harry. Go home and get some rest."
He smiled at her and Ron as he got up from the table, throwing a galleon down to cover his part of the meal. She didn't believe him either, no one did. But after tonight, everyone would know how right he was!
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Lucius had been rather looking forward to a quiet weekend by himself. 'Cissa had gone a bit overboard with the anniversary planning, and if he was asked his opinion on say, whether asparagus in lemon sauce was a suitable appetizer, well, he might say something rather sharp. And then 'Cissa would say something sharp and it would all end in tears and yelling. He did love her, really, but sometimes... He sighed and sipped his brandy. Yes, some peace and quiet was just what he needed. He stared into the fire and stretched his legs out. The only sound in the place was the fire crackling, no bustling of servants, no anything.
He shook his head suddenly. There was a sound, just on the edge of his perception. And something suddenly felt wrong, off. He set his glass down, pulled out his wand, and strode quickly to the study door. It sounded like it was coming from the master bedroom, perhaps? He took off his boots, and quietly slipped upstairs. Whoever or whatever had dared to invade his house was going to pay, and pay dearly.
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Harry wasn't quite sure why he was in Narcissa's closet. At first, he'd decided that Lucius was a clever bastard, and would likely hide things somewhere no one would think he'd go. This line of reasoning had led him to her closet, and now, he couldn't stop fondling one of her dresses. He imagined wearing it, the feel of the smooth fabric against his skin. Oh, Merlin, he wanted to know what that felt like. It was a risk, a big one, but oh, so worth it. He quickly stripped and put on the dress. It was rather tight in the waist, and the neckline was all wrong for someone without cleavage, but it felt amazing. His cock was half-hard already, just from the sensation. He pulled some of the fabric around his cock and began to masturbate.
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Lucius had reached the bedroom, and noted that Narcissa's closet door was ajar. It had been closed earlier, he was sure of it. The intruder must be in there. He carefully walked across the room, and slowly eased the door open. His mouth dropped as he took in the sight before him. Harry Potter was wearing Narcissa's favorite green dress, the Italian silk one. And not only was he wearing the dress, he was masturbating in it. This was just too good. Far too good. Potter'd been an annoying thorn in his side for months now, and now he had the perfect excuse to make him pay. He pointed his wand at Potter, and strode into the closet. It wasn't until he pressed his wand into the small of Potter's back that Harry realized he was there.
"BLOODY HELL!"
"I believe that is my line, Potter, as in what in the bloody hell are you doing?"
"Um, I'm..."
"Masturbating in my wife' favorite dress? I noticed. Now, you should be very thankful that I'm in a forgiving mood right now, because otherwise you'd have been hexed into next week."
"I'm an Auror!"
"And you have no permission to be here, and hexing someone who has broken into my home is quite within my rights. But your unorthodox costuming suggests something else, a different forfeit. Since you enjoy my wife's clothing so much, you're going to wear it for a while. But not that one. It really doesn't suit you."
Lucius pondered for a moment, staring at Potter's arse. It really was a nice one. Then he reached for a dress.
"You're going to wear this, with all the undergarments. Including the corset."
"I'm not wearing that, and you can't make me."
"Potter, you do as I say, or this will be splashed all over the Prophet first thing tomorrow. Now, really, is one night so bad?"
Harry blushed.
"Fine, but only under protest."
"Then come along."
Lucius pushed Harry into the bedroom, and dropped the clothing on the bed.
"Now get that dress off before you stain it."
Harry stared at the floor, but did as he was told. Lucius carefully scooped the dress up and laid it out on the chaise. He walked slowly around Harry, examining every inch of him. Harry knew he was blushing furiously, but his traitorous cock was rock hard. He started as something was wrapped around his waist and arms.
"Lift your arms out, Potter. It's time to lace you up."
Harry sighed and complied. It felt very strange to have something so constricting on.
"Potter, grab the bed post. I'm not going to be able to give you the illusion of curves without pulling this very tight."
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around the ornately carved post. He felt Lucius place a knee in the small of his back and tug, and suddenly he could barely breathe. Lucius was doing something behind him, but the world was spinning and he couldn't hold on and....
"Oh bugger," he heard Lucius say as the world faded into black.
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He woke up on the bed, face-down and naked. Lucius was sitting beside him in a chair, reading a book. He tried to move and was rather unhappy to discover that he was tied to the bed posts.
"Good, you're awake. Now, since the corseting was a bit of a failure, I thought I'd just skip on ahead. If you like dresses, you'll love this bit, and if you don't, well, I'll still like it."
Harry attempted to express his disapproval of this idea and discovered he was incapable of speech.
"Now, now, Potter, no one has ever left my bed complaining, and you won't either."
Lucius stood up and moved out of Harry's line of sight. Harry could hear him rustling down around the foot of the bed, and then THWACK! Harry's hips jerked up as something hit his arse. And then he was hit again and again. He could hear Lucius humming as he swung the paddle. He struggled in frustration. This was not how things were supposed to go.
Lucius smirked as Harry struggled. Sooner or later he'd accept defeat, accept the fact that he was wholly in Lucius' power. And then Lucius would untie him and treat his wounds, or possibly make him scream in ecstasy. Hopefully the latter. Unless Lucius was much mistaken, Harry needed someone to dominate him, someone to take the weight of the world off his shoulders. And Lucius liked the idea of being that someone. There had been a hole in his life since Severus' passing, and perhaps, just perhaps, Harry Potter was what he needed. He smiled as Harry relaxed in his bonds, accepted what was happening to him. He gave the boy a couple more smacks, and then laid the paddle down. He strolled to the side of the bed and looked down at Harry. His arse was bright red, and he was rubbing his cock against the quilt. A couple of whispered spell words and the bonds were undone. Lucius sat on the edge of the bed, and reached for a small jar. He slowly rubbed the gooey substance within into Harry's arse. Harry looked at him in confusion. He hadn't been expecting this, this gentleness. What Lucius was doing now felt so good. He sighed as the substance cooled and soothed his sore skin.
"Now, Harry, was that so bad? Now I think you've earned a treat. Would you like one?"
Harry nodded.
"Then turn over."
Harry did so, and gasped when Lucius leaned down and swallowed his cock. It took only a few moments before he exploded. Lucius swallowed and straightened back up. Harry noted the strained fabric of Lucius' trousers and wondered what his cock looked like. He reached for it, and pulled Lucius into the bed by his trousers waist. Lucius straddled him, and Harry grabbed his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. He wanted Lucius naked, and if he was honest with himself, he wanted Lucius inside him. Lucius broke the kiss off and stared down at Harry.
"What do you want, Harry?"
"I want you."
Lucius smiled. Harry recognized that smile. He'd been seeing that smile in his dreams for months.
"Harry?"
"You know, you smile like that in my dreams."
"Really. No wonder you've been so obsessed with me. Now, let me show you how much better the reality is."
"You'd better start by stripping off all those clothes."
"Pushy, pushy. Keep acting like that and I'll spank you again."
"Good. Less talk, more mind-blowing sex please."
Lucius laughed and started to strip. This little annoyance had turned into a wonderful night.
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