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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Sirius_Black
  Character:
      Lucius_Malfoy, Sirius_Black, James_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Marauders_era, Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-12-09 Words: 3147
****** A Sigh, A Cry, A Hungry Kiss ******
by cjmarlowe
Summary
     Sirius finds an engagement party to be less of an ordeal than he
     might have expected.
Notes
     Written for Glockgal for Merry Smutmas 2007.
"I," said Sirius, bursting into the dormitory and flinging himself into a
armchair, "have got to go to an engagement party."
"Which?" said Remus, turning away from the window. "Not Emmeline Diggory. You
hardly even know one another."
"Who?" said Sirius, frowning for a moment before carrying on with what was
clearly, to him, very dramatic news. "Lucius Malfoy has announced his
engagement to Narcissa Black, so now the Family--" Family, when Sirius said it,
really did have an implied capital F, much like in those Muggle films he talked
about. "--is having an engagement party and my mother's finagled me permission
to go. Not even the headmaster says no to my mother when she's in a state."
Sirius looked like he wished he would, not that James could blame him. The last
place Sirius wanted to go was home, which not-so-coincidentally under ordinary
circumstances was the last place that wanted him.
"All those Malfoys and Blacks in the same place at the same time," said Remus.
"Sounds like a bit of a nightmare to me."
"Oh, I think I can make a go of it," said Sirius. "I'm sure I'll find something
to do to entertain myself. Maybe I ought to dig up some dirt on Malfoy before I
go and trot it out in front of his one and only."
If it was dirt Sirius wanted, rumour had it that Lucius Malfoy had made his way
through a significant portion of the older students at Hogwarts this term, but
rumour was very often just that and James put little stock in it. Given the
other rumours he'd heard about Lucius this past year or so, he'd hardly have
had the time. But all the same James had no doubt that Narcissa Black was not
his one and only conquest, and possibly not even his latest.
"I know she's your cousin, Padfoot, but back in third year I'd've given my left
bollock for a go at that," said Peter.
"She'd've had your left bollock if you'd tried," Sirius snapped back. "And if
she hadn't it would've frozen off the moment you tried to touch her. I
challenge any one of you to prove she's not actually made of ice."
"I'll take that challenge," said Peter. "I've mastered all my warming charms."
"Unlike in third year," said James, lacing his fingers behind his head and
sprawling back on his bed. "So who are you taking to the engagement party?
Someone suitably inappropriate, I hope."
"You, of course," said Sirius, as though it were already a foregone conclusion.
"Do wear your best robes; I wouldn't want to take it too far. Mother can be
terribly loud when she's displeased."
"Are you sure you don't want me to sneak into the girls' dorm and borrow
something?" said James, smirking at him. "I'm sure Moony can do something
froofy with my hair."
"No, I'm serious. You've got to come with me, Prongs; if you don't I'll end up
hexing someone before the house-elves serve the pudding."
"I'll come," Peter offered quickly, as James sat straight up in bed again.
"It'll be my last shot at her."
"And the fact that you're likely to take it is the reason I'll not be bringing
you," said Sirius. "I've got to be there, and if I've got to be there then
James had got to be there as well. There's no other choice."
"If you think I'm going to stop you from hexing someone before the plates have
been cleared, you're mad," said James. "Narcissa and I hate one another."
"Narcissa hates everyone," said Sirius. "You're not that special. What about
those robes your parents sent over holidays last year? Do they still fit? I've
got a charm around here to fix that if they don't."
"I'll have to check," James told him. "You know, I might've had plans, Sirius.
Have you thought about that?"
"You haven't," said Sirius, "and even if you had, this is more important. How
often do this many wizarding families gather in one place at one time without a
war breaking out?"
"Every time someone gets married," muttered James, leaning back on the bed
again. "All right, I'll come. But I'm not bringing a gift."
"No one is expecting you to," said Sirius. "You're a nasty boy from a bad
family and obviously haven't any manners at all. I can't wait to bring you to
supper."
"I'm sure you can't," said James, letting his forearm rest over his eyes and
squeezing them shut beneath. He was almost certain that Sirius had something
planned, and on this particular occasion he wasn't sure he wanted any part in
it at all. Except that Sirius's plans were frequently brilliant, and despite
the rest of the guests he'd likely have a better time than he would remaining
at Hogwarts with Moony and Wormtail wondering what Sirius was getting up to.
"Fantastic," said Sirius, jumping up from his seat and hauling James up with
him. "Let's find you something to wear."
~~~
It was a scene straight out of some old tome James might have studied in
History of Magic, with the high fashion and the ceremonial silver and the chins
high in the air. He'd been to Sirius's house before, of course, but seldom by
invitation and never for something as affected as this. Strictly speaking he
wasn't there by invitation now, but for the fact that protocol dictated Sirius
be allowed - in fact, encouraged - to bring a guest.
"I've already got half the guests glaring at me," he leaned over and whispered
in Sirius's ear between courses.
"No, they're glaring at me," insisted Sirius who, after telling James to dress
in his best, had done his utmost to dress as outrageously for dinner as he
could while still remaining within the bounds of what was, by tradition,
appropriate. "You're just in the line of fire."
James was still fairly certain at least some of it was, in fact, at him but it
wasn't worth arguing about, particularly since the salad was about to be
delivered and those dozen pairs of eyes would be off both of them again. And
then soon enough, after all the courses had been daintily picked at, they could
escape to the safety of Sirius's room while the rest of the guests mingled and
schemed.
"I think Bertha Tillsbury isn't glaring at you," Sirius felt the need to add,
just to add insult to injury. "I think she's giving you the once over."
"I'd rather shag a troll," said James, and buried his face in the salad.
Staying behind with Remus and Peter was looking better by the second,
particularly since there seemed to be no grand scheme at work, though he
couldn't quite shake the feeling that Sirius had something up his excessively
tight sleeve. To be fair, it was also difficult to shake that feeling even in
the middle of the night when Sirius was fast asleep and snoring.
And true enough, Sirius abandoned him almost from the moment they stood up
after supper, claiming he was going to the loo but disappearing to parts
unknown, leaving James to fend for himself. It was only amid the tea and sherry
that James could finally make his own discreet escape, though not so far as
Sirius's bedroom, the stairs being inadvertently blocked by Nott and Goyle, two
blokes James didn't have the fortitude to push past under these circumstances.
He hadn't promised Sirius not to cause an incident, but it had been implied.
James might not have known this house as well as he knew his own, but he did
know that the corridor off the reception room led not only to the kitchens but
also to a study, which later on in the evening was bound to be used for
machinations James wanted nothing to do with, but at this point in the evening
was likely to be deserted.
He was not so lucky.
Through a narrow crack in the door he could hear voices and through the keyhole
he could see figures, unidentifiable at first but soon moving into James's
range of vision. The traitorous, family-dodging Sirius and the guest of honour
no less. A whiff of trouble was in the air and James hung back, watching
through the keyhole and waiting to intervene, or to help, whichever seemed
appropriate when the moment arrived.
"I'm told you're well matched," said Sirius, moving to the sideboard as if to
pour them a drink, then to the cold fireplace mantle which he did no more than
lean in towards and clutch with both hands. "I'm sure you'll have very blond
children."
"You're much more tolerable when you're silent," said Lucius, moving swiftly up
behind him, speaking close to his ear. "Blacks should be seen and not heard."
"Shall I share that sentiment with my cousin?" said Sirius. "I'm sure she'll
find it fascinating."
"Cissa will be a Malfoy soon enough," said Lucius, "but you will be a Black
until the day you die, which with any luck will be some time in the near
future."
"Is that why you followed me in here?" said Sirius, glancing back over his
shoulder. James knew coyness when he saw it. He was more than a little
disturbed to see it in place of justifiable suspicion. "Have you got your wand
at the ready?"
"Always," said Lucius, "but I'm not a man of such bad manners to kill a member
of the family hosting his engagement party. I shall have to find some other use
for it."
"I would have thought you were past the Bs by now," said Sirius, "or are you
working through the alphabet backwards? That would put you nearly at an end."
"And just in time as well," said Lucius, making no denials though the truth of
that rumour was still in doubt. "The wedding will take place before the
holidays."
"Up the duff already, is she?" said Sirius. "You don't waste any time."
Lucius jabbed him in the back with something that James sincerely hoped was a
wand. "None of that," he hissed. "Cissa is a joy and come my wedding night I
shall be the most devoted, most faithful husband to his virgin bride that the
wizarding world has ever known." James, unlike some of his friends, did not
actually doubt the virgin designation; no one was likely to have ever got close
enough. "But I am not. Married. Yet."
"And you think I'll let you get your end in?" said Sirius, hooding his eyes
slightly. James suddenly felt not only Trouble but a Big Mistake coming on.
"Maybe I'm not that kind of wizard."
"And maybe I'm not a Malfoy," said Lucius, "but neither of those things is
likely." Sirius's dress robes, made in the Muggle fashion which had so
scandalised the dinner party, came open easily under Lucius's hand, and Sirius
let them.
"The next time I see you I'm going to try to kill you," said Sirius as the
robes fell to the floor.
"I have no doubt," said Lucius, kicking them away disdainfully. "You and your
little friends would take great pleasure in that, wouldn't you? Of course,
you're assuming I'm going to give you the opportunity."
"You're assuming you'll have that choice."
Had it not been for the engagement party, and the fact that Lucius Malfoy had
not yet actually done anything James could justifiably hex him for, James would
have taken great pleasure in it right then and there. One of the two of them
was in over his head, but James hadn't quite decided yet which was which.
James could have left then. James should have left then, returned to the party
and tried to mix with a gathering of people that, given the choice, he wouldn't
have ever known. But his eye never left the keyhole, and much as he wished he
could have, he couldn't blame that on a passing Imperius curse.
"Don't deny," said Lucius as he groped Sirius into place, pressing here,
prodding there, smoothing his hands over perfect skin like it was wrinkled
fabric, "that you knew this was coming."
"Don't deny that you knew this was coming," said Sirius. "That's why you
insisted to my mother that I be here, isn't it? That's why you so carefully
insisted on adherence to propriety."
"Can you think of any other reason you'd not have been encouraged to stay at
school, or with that blood traitor Potter?" James's hand tightened on his wand.
"I will have a Black tonight. I'm sure you'd prefer it was you."
"Oh, I don't know, I bet Bellatrix would be up for a go at you if you got
enough wine into her," said Sirius.
Lucius grunted and thrust him up against the mantle, fingers diving down to
penetrate him as though that were the most effective method to shut him up. And
for a few moments it worked, Sirius choking on his words and throwing his head
back. But as with everything when it came to Sirius, it didn't last long.
"I bet you wish you were in my place," said Sirius, arching his back like he
was presenting himself, like a crup lifting her tail. Remus would've had
something to say about that, the mating habits of magical creatures, but then
Remus never would have stayed and watched.
"Go on and believe that if it makes you spread like that," said Lucius, but God
help them all, Sirius was right. James could see it in his expression, the
first look of genuine longing he'd ever seen on Lucius Malfoy's face. He wasn't
sure he ever wanted to see it again.
"Do it then," said Sirius. "If you can get it hard enough."
"You have no idea how hard it can be," said Lucius, whipping out his wand and
dispensing with his own robes in order to prove just that. Sirius, despite any
protests he might've made, was ready for it.
It was only then that Sirius fell silent, intentionally silent. James couldn't
see if his eyes were closed, but he imagined that they were. He couldn't tell
if Sirius was thinking of someone else, but he imagined that he was.
Lucius slicked himself as if preparing for a blood ritual, slowly and carefully
and showily, even though no one was watching. But then, Lucius probably always
thought someone was watching him, and more often than not would've been right.
If there was one moment that James shouldn't have watched, if he insisted on
watching at all, it was this own, this one moment, barely a few seconds in
length, when Lucius gripped Sirius's hip with one hand and spread him with the
other, pushing inside in one smooth stroke. It was a moment that, once watched,
could not be unwatched, and once seen could never be unremembered.
It was almost like they were lovers, moving in a rhythm that obviously wasn't
unfamiliar to either of them. There were only sounds, not words, because if
there had been words they would have been harsh and unforgiving and the moment
was more than that. It couldn't last, not for the duration, but while it did
James held his breath.
"That's it, Cissa," said Lucius, closing his eyes and winding Sirius's hair
around his fingers even as he thrust into him. "Take it just like that."
James exhaled so loudly he was momentarily afraid he had been heard. But loud
as he had been, Lucius and Sirius were louder, panting for breath and letting
out those guttural sounds that substituted for words.
A few moments later Sirius started bucking back against him, letting go of the
mantle with one hand just to reach down and start jerking himself frantically.
Time was suddenly of the essence, and a cramp in James's calf reminded him just
how long he'd been watching them.
"Fuck," murmured Lucius, first yanking Sirius's hair then letting go entirely
to grip both his hips, to drive into him so hard that Sirius's whole body moved
with the force of it. But not once did Sirius ever try to stop him, not once
did his body make any of the protests his mouth had.
Lucius came with a strangled shout, vicious in its suddenness and in its effort
to get past all of Lucius's restraint. So fixated on this display, James almost
missed Sirius pulling himself to orgasm, as he'd occasionally heard in the dark
but had never before witnessed right in front of him.
For a few breaths everything was silent save for the helpless panting of both
men, recovering from the encounter and, perhaps, being assaulted by second
thoughts. Lucius finally pulled away, with what might've been a grunt or
perhaps a muffled expletive.
"That was your last chance, wasn't it?" said Sirius, his voice oddly soft and a
little breathless. "To get what you really wanted."
Lucius just turned away and kicked Sirius's robes back towards him with the
sole of his foot.
Sirius looked back over his shoulder and the silence dragged on, palpably
awkward, until he pulled his robes back on. James could see they were
disheveled, crooked, but given the outlandish style he doubted that anyone else
at the party would notice. No one else at the party had the experience with
Muggleborns to have any idea what they were looking at.
Sirius was a trophy, a passing moment of slumming to be laughed over at very
particular dinner parties to come. To Sirius, James suddenly realised, Lucius
was the same.
~~~
"When did you get back in?" said Peter, looking up and yawning as James kicked
his shoes off under the bed and pulled his robes off in a quarter of the time
it had taken to get them on in the first place.
"Just now, you great prat," said Sirius. "What does it look like?"
The sun was just beginning to come up, barely enough to illuminate the room,
but at least they had no lessons to get to. All James wanted was to do was
crawl into bed and pull the covers up over his head and pretend the night had
never happened.
"It looks like the party was better than anything that happened here at
Hogwarts," said Peter, leaning up on his elbows. "So did the ice queen finally
melt?"
"Don't you wish you knew," said Sirius with a smirk, tossing his hair back over
his shoulder. But he couldn't keep it up, and finally just rolled his eyes. "It
was a formal engagement party, Peter, not something fun. Everyone was on their
best behaviour."
"Is that true, Prongs? You're just getting in now but you've got nothing to
tell us about it?"
James couldn't help looking up at Sirius, just for a moment, before he let just
one little white lie slip. "No," he said. "Nothing interesting happened at
all."
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