FIC: Hands [Harry Potter, FRT-13, Harry/Lucius]

[arenee1999]

I've... written fic again. I really should know better. Originally posted here as comment fic.

Title: Hands
Author: arenee1999
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 406
Summary: Harry's dreams have led him to the one place he'd hoped to never see again.
A/N: Written for hprarefest comment-fic prompt fest. Prompt: Hands
Disclaimer: They are not my characters. I make no money from this and mean no harm.



Harry paced in front of the gates to Malfoy Manor. He’d lost track of how long he had been there, while scenes from his dreams kept replaying in his head.

Hands gripping his hair while teeth nibble on his lower lip, a lock of platinum blonde hair brushing his cheek.

Harry shivered slightly and stopped pacing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pushing the gates open and walking through.

He gently bit the pad of the perfectly manicured thumb that was tracing across his lips before sucking it into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the thumb before releasing it and looked up into stormy gray eyes.

Harry strode up the long gravel drive and stopped at the steps leading up to the door. He stared up at the house that he hadn’t seen in over 5 years, the place that frequented his nightmares for longer than he cared to think about and wondered yet again if this was a good idea.

Pale hands gripping his hips as lips brushed gently across this thigh.

Harry climbed the steps and only hesitated for a moment as the door opened before him. He stepped in and passed through the foyer quickly, not wanting to let memories slow him; he went straight to where he knew he would find his quarry.

Hand slowly caressing his body, trailing fire in their wake.

Harry stepped through the door to the study and paused to stare at the man sitting behind the desk. His gaze drifted to the manicured fingers gripping the quill, his sharp intake of breath alerting the man to his presence.

“Harry Potter. To what do I owe the… pleasure of your company?” Lucius drawled, raising his eyebrow.

Harry noticed the slight tremor in Lucius’ hand as he lowered the quill to the desk and the almost panicked look in his eyes that was quickly hidden behind his mask of indifference. Harry quirked his lips and silently thanked Merlin for the rigorous course in body language provided during Auror training.

“I needed a question answered.”

“And what question would that be, Mr. Potter?”

He quickly crossed the room and leaned down to lightly brush his lips across Lucius’. He pulled back slightly to look into Lucius’ eyes, “That question,” Harry whispered.

Harry moaned quietly as Lucius’ hands grabbed his waist and pulled him onto his lap before claiming his lips in a scorching kiss.

~fin~

Comments

[optasia.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm Harry/Lucius. You're a good writer! It was short but had a big emotional impact. Very nice.

[arenee1999]

Aww, thank you! :D Most of my attempts at writing fic are horrible. But I think I figured out that if I write short little snippets I can do an ok job with it. And this is my first attempt at any HP fic, so YAY!