Lucifer

Chapter 5

September, 1960

    "What's on your mind, Lucifer?" said Adrian softly. They'd had one bout, a quick shag to satisfy bodies that had been apart for four weeks, and now they were just enjoying being there, together, now that school had started again. They were curled in Adrian's bed, skin glowing in the light of the single candle on Lucius's desk.

    Lucius was startled enough to blurt it out. "Evadne Norton."

    "If you want to, go for it, it doesn't bother me." Adrian said, quite casually.

    Lucius sat up and looked at Adrian, who pulled him back down.

    "Well, it's not like you're going to marry her," Adrian said reasonably. "And you like both."

    "Unlike you," Lucius said. Adrian shrugged, and the sheet slid down his torso. It was immensely distracting, the way that dark line of hair ran right down the center of his belly and made Lucius think of where it ended. Made him want to trace it with tongue and teeth...

    "I'm reasonably certain that when the time comes I can close my eyes and think of England," he said. "But I'm not going to until then. Boys are more my style."

    "I'd noticed," said Lucius with a laugh. "But, yeah, pulling a bird occasionally would be nice. And she's not a bitch like Lacerta or the House bike like Rita, and, as you said, I'm not going to marry her."

    Adrian smiled at him. "I know I've got something you like that she doesn't have. So I'm not worried, and not jealous." He licked his lips slowly, and Lucius flushed. It made Adrian smile, slow and sensual, and Lucius's breath catch in his throat.

    "Yeah, you've got something I like," he said, leaning in and breathing in Adrian's ear, just to watch the way he blushed. "And I'm on top this time."

    And neither one of them talked about Evadne Norton again that night.

*

    "Hey," a pleasant tenor said, and Evadne jumped as the hand was laid on her shoulder. "Sorry," she said. "I was so far into this thing for Ancient Runes that I didn't hear you."

    "That's fine," he said, and smiled that smile that Evadne had always wanted to see directed at her. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday, since there isn't a game."

    "I....oh, yes, of course...um, what time?"

    "Oh, one? Will that work for you?"

    "Absolutely."

    "Great," he said, and smiled again, and the hand on her shoulder tightened and then trailed off in an almost caress that had all her skin on alert. She turned back to her book, but couldn't see the words.

    Lucius Malfoy had asked her out. Oh. My. God. Only the single most handsome boy in her house...hell, in the school. He was a bloody savant with Charms, and he had a gift with potions that Professor Keriell said was hereditary. And he was only slightly less good with Transfiguration and Arithmancy. He was gorgeous too, an ice prince with his fair skin, so-blond-it's-white hair, and pale grey eyes in sharply carved features. He wore his hair long, and it reached all the way down his back, now, cultivated as patiently and carefully as any woman would hers. Her hands imagined sinking into it, and she shivered, closed her book, and went up to her dorm, where she could brood in privacy.

    What to wear, what to do with her hair, and oh, God, it really was true, he really wanted to spend time with her. Maybe, maybe, this was a sign that after all this time, she was being accepted. Lucius Malfoy was rapidly becoming one of the arbiters in Slytherin house's internal politics, and if he liked her....Oh, new worlds opened up. Their last two years would be....good. She went to the library with stars in her eyes.

    "You look happy," said Arthur. "What's going on?"

    "Lucius asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him on Saturday," she said happily. She sat down, and opened her Arithmancy book, still smiling.

    Arthur didn't answer immediately. She looked at him. "What's wrong?"

    He shook his head. "I...don't want to make you angry with me. And you deserve all the happiness you can find."

    "I hear a but coming, Arthur."

    "Well, I don't know if it's my own dislikes or house politics or something else," he said unhappily. "It's just... you're my friend, and I wouldn't leave a dog I didn't like to the tender mercies of Lucius Malfoy."

    The statement bit into her, and her voice was sharp when she replied. "Then it's a good thing, isn't it, that you don't have any say in this?"

    "Evvie, I....He looked at her, and sighed. "Oh, to hell with it. What are you doing for your Divination project?"

    And they said nothing more about it.

    They walked back up toward the school, hand in hand.

    "Thank you for a lovely day, Lucius," she said. He smiled. It was a warm night, and they were enjoying it.

    "It was my pleasure, Evadne," he said. They came to a bend in the path, and paused to enjoy the view of the castle in the last rays of twilight.

    "It's beautiful," she said, quietly.

    "Not as beautiful as you," he said. His hand caressed her hair, and she was surprised by the jolt that ran through her. She didn't resist when his hand raised her chin to meet his kiss. Oh, he could kiss. And his hair WAS soft, like satin, and it was just possible this late to stroke his chin against the grain and feel the faint roughness of his beard. He was so beautiful, not just handsome, and he touched her with a careful tension that told her that he wanted her too.

    They heard footsteps and conversation, and he smiled against her mouth, and drew them both off the road, behind a tree. It was a large tree, and completely blocked them from the road. "Now, where were we?" he murmured, and she giggled. She'd never felt like this before, and although dimly it occured to her that probably this was what her mother had tried to warn her about, her reason was lost in the myriad of sensations.

    At length, she returned to her senses. He was lying there on his robe, wearing just the linen shirt and trousers he wore beneath it, cradling her in his arms, one hand stroking her thigh. She realized she didn't have any knickers on, and flushed, realizing what exactly he'd done. But there was a warm glow radiating through her that made her feel sleepy and languid, and somehow she couldn't be upset. She felt too good. He kissed her and whispered, "You're so beautiful, Evadne..." He shifted against her thigh, and she realized...oh. But he was making no move to have her reciprocate, and she really was glad since she didn't know how.

    She kissed him again, and said, "We've got to get back before curfew. Ogg will...."

    "Yes..." he said with a sigh. He handed her her knickers, and blushed slightly as she tucked them into an inner pocket of her robe. He pulled his own robe back on, and they walked back up to the castle and down into the dungeons, Evadne feeling so high she could have flown without a broom. More kisses at the doorway to the girls' side, and she hardly slept that night. But when she did, it was with the dream of his clever long-fingered hands playing her body like a harp, pleasure spilling through her body like the taste of chocolate spilling over her tongue.

    Lucius walked into his room, and a soft voice said, "Lumos". The candles lit, and the golden light showed the two four-poster beds, with Adrian sitting up in his, skin glowing in the candlelight. His hair was loose, spilling down over his chest and back in great glossy curls. He said,

    "How was your date?"

    "Promising," he said. "I figure in a couple weeks I'll be able to have her in any position I choose." He kicked off his shoes and unfastened his robe.

    Adrian smiled. "And did you enjoy it?" His voice gave it a more intimate meaning, and he shifted his body in a clear invitation. But he was in his own bed. Lucius could come to him, or go sleep alone. His choice. Adrian was giving him space to figure it out.

    However, he had it figured out. At least for tonight.

    "I didn't, no...would you like to help me out?" he said, quite casually, pulling off his shirt and waving his wand at the row of buttons that fastened his trousers. They unfastened themselves, and he stepped out of them, banishing them to a hamper with a flick of his wand.

    "My pleasure," Adrian said. And it was quite clear that he meant it.