gmth: Characters: Harry, Lucius. Summary: "Stand up and take out your wand, Potter." (533)
"Stand up and take out your wand, Potter."
Seething, outnumbered, Harry did as he was told, set it on the table where indicated.
Lucius continued to smile. "And what else have you on your person?"
"Two chocolate frogs and my eyeglass case. You think that's going to make Voldemort cringe in fear?" Harry growled.
"Oh, dear, it's going to be like that, is it. Strip him."
"Goddammit, you pervert, you've just been waiting for this moment, haven't you!" yelled Harry, unsuccessfully trying to elude the grip of the two masked Death Eaters.
"Really, Potter," Lucius said as he advanced, still smiling, "why do you think the Dark side is so attractive? It's the hands-on perks of the job, dear boy."
nimori: Sirius/Snape: "He and all the other Weasleys froze on the threshold, gazing at the scene in front of them, which was also suspended in mid-action, both Sirius and Snape looking toward the door with their wands pointing into each other's faces and Harry immobile between them..." (521)"
"The floo network was completely jammed!"
Harry said nothing.
"And Ginny doesn't have her apparating licence yet!"
Sirius said nothing.
"And the muggle underground isn't running today, something about a police barricade...!"
Snape said nothing.
The Weasleys squirmed in the silence.
"All right, we should have made more effort to be here on time," said Molly with quiet dignity, stepping to the forefront. "But really, Harry, you might have waited just a little longer for us! You're at the exchange of the wands already?"
Harry glared. But then gave a gentler look to Sirius, and then to Snape, who slowly lowered their wands, not quite in unison, but close enough.
The Weasleys would be forgiven. Eventually.
Harry sighed, went back to the beginning of the scroll, started over.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..."
snaples Lucius/Snape: "Quite astonishing, the way you contrive to wriggle out of very tight holes." (154)
The mingled smells of semen and sweat were strong in the room as the two men finally broke contact with each other, the blond turning onto his back, the dark-haired one prone. Yet even in that pose, they did not maintain a distance, the foot of one seeking the ankle of the other, just a touch, but a skin-on-skin moment that spoke more about their relationship than any of the night's preceding events, whether sucking or fucking or penetrating or devouring.
At last Lucius spoke.
"You refused our Lord's gift."
Snape grunted. "Voldemort wanted someone who will take pleasure in debauching the boy. I wouldn't be serving our Lord's intentions if I accepted. Some puling virgin? Not my style."
A hesitation. "It is mine, you know."
Snape remembered Lucius, the older Slytherin prefect, and the lessons he'd taught to a younger, impressionable, hitherto unpopular potions prodigy.
"I know." He smiled.
maeglinyedi: Harry/Voldemort: "What d'you mean, I'm not brave in bed?" said Harry, completely nonplussed.
"My Lord, I must protest."
Voldemort remained with his head touching the back of his throne, not even opening his eyes. "You must do whatever I require of you, Lucius, and that is all."
Lucius took a deep breath. "My Lord, I have always been your most faithful servant."
Now Voldemort did open his eyes. "No, Lucius, for a time, that honor belonged to Severus Snape. Then Wormtail. You also were once my most faithful servant, it is true." He picked up the ringed hand of the boy beside him. "Now the honor moves to another."
Lucius spluttered most unattractively."You would give the position of advisor to your...concubine?"
A smile. "Amusing, is it not? Crucio could not break him. Imperio could not break him. The only thing I found that could defeat that damnable courage of his was...love." He stroked the jewel-bedecked black hair. "And, Lucius?...It's Consort, now."