Who: Lucius Malfoy & Sirius Black, later Rodolphus Lestrange and Lord Voldemort What: Lucius has seduced Sirius into going with him to the Room of Requirement, where he will eventually be taken to the Dark Lord to be brainwashed. Where: Room of Requirement When: The night of the ball Status: Complete Rating: M, DEFINITELY M for semi-consensual snogging, shagging, and all sorts of psychological abuse.
You must be used to me spendin And all that sweet winin and dinin Well I'm fuckin you tonight
Up the stairs they went, lead by Lucius every step of the way. He guided Sirius through the zig-zag of stairs, corridors, and portraits that looked at them oddly [many of them scoffed at a Malfoy touching a blood traitor, while others merely watched with interest], until finally reaching the 7th floor corridor with the statue of Barnabas the Barmy. The trolls looked just as ridiculous as always, made even more wild by the events unfolding that evening. Lucius still tried not to think too much on what he'd had to do to get them to this point, yet he readily allowed his mind to recollect the delicious image of that werewolf breaking apart at the seams. That was one point in revenge for what he'd nearly done to Severus. Now came the best and simultaneously worst part of the entire plot.
He snatched his hand back in an effort to recollect himself as he paced the corridor and thought about the room with the Vanishing cabinet and a lush four poster covered in silken sheets. After the third pass, an intricately decorated doorway appeared and Lucius went back toward Sirius, putting on his best grin and tugging at his hands again.
"Come on, we'll have plenty of privacy in here, where no one will ever find us." He planted another kiss on the other boy's lips and started pulling them back toward the door, a hand going behind him to open the old handle. When they were inside, he watched the door slam as he broke the kiss, lowering his brows in an entirely too naughty look when he noted that now nobody could disturb them. He pinned Sirius with a smouldering gaze as his hands went up to his own collar and he started to pull off his cravat.