Part Two

Not mine, as you know.

Part Two.

I'm not sure that the Uigeadail I've been carefully sipping is enough anymore. I know Professor Granger, Hermione, has been drinking for a while. Ha, even if I hadn't known when I walked into the bar, I would have known she was drunk the moment she started talking.

I had heard that it could be both funny and mortifying to find Hermione Granger in a drunken stupor; even her best friends avoided her when she was in this state. Nevertheless, I had never thought it could be a mortifying experience for me. What could she say to me that would leave me in a position where I would want the earth to swallow me whole? I guard my secrets, so nobody will ever find them out. At least, I thought I did.

I knew that she knew a lot of damaging things about me. Nonetheless, since the end of the war many, of those things have become common knowledge. Nothing she could say would surprise me. I guess I didn't take the warnings seriously enough. I now know that I should have. I throw back the rest of my whisky and change to the wizard version, Ogden's. I need the alcohol and the Uigeadail is too expensive and exquisite to just pound back.

Maybe I should explain the fact that I came to the Three Broomsticks with the sole purpose of finding my colleague in this famous drunken stupor of hers. I wanted to find the truth about why she left the Wizarding world, why she came back. What her intentions were when it came to the love interest, of not just the youngest Weasley male, but the dragon tamer as well. What misdeeds of hers acted out while still a student at Hogwarts should she still be punished for? What... well, anything I could get out of her really; I wanted to collect some blackmail material on her, as I had done with all of my other colleagues.

Merlin, I now find myself wishing I had never had this urge to gain a position of power over her. I wanted power and control; instead, I find I have lost the little power I had. The only thing I found out is she has excellent blackmail material over me. Sure, it seems that she wants me, and I can make use of that. Her body is delectable enough, and her mind is something to admire; but I can't get over the fact that she knows.

Throwing back another glass of Firewhisky and ordering another round of drinks for us, I try/ to get Hermione out of the shock that I guess we are both in. "How much did you see?" It should have been funny to see her in this state of speechlessness, but to be honest, it scares the hell out of me. I don't care about her personal affairs right now. I care about Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy, sweet dear Merlin, Lucius Malfoy. My first, not just when it comes to the sex that she knows about, but also the first man I ever loved. To be honest, I haven't loved another man or woman since I found him. Perhaps, since he found me in my fifth year. He is dead now, just like my former Master. The rational part of me is glad that he is. I may have been the one to dominate our relationship, but I couldn't just end it with the Dark Lord still out there, somewhere.

I wonder what would happen if certain people found this out? People who would still like to take the former Death Eater down a peg or two. My relationship with him would be just the excuse they needed to have proof of my true allegiance.

My mind is getting slightly hazy with the alcohol, but I'm still sober enough to realize that Hermione hasn't answered my question yet. She has lowered her hand and is looking at me rather shrewdly, probably wondering why I haven't run screaming or tried to intimidate her into not telling anybody. Even when I think this, I realize that she will not tell anybody, but I nonetheless need to know. If only for my own peace of mind.

"What did you see? How much did you see?" That slow smile is definitely not a good sign.

"You two provided my sexual education. At least as much as two men together can educate a woman. I think the first time I saw was in my second year. I was probably too young to fully understand, but the library has never been the same for me, the smell of old books, and the smell of sex... It is still my favourite spot though, and I know it is yours."

Oh Merlin, I need more alcohol to deal with this. The library, of all the places she could have seen us, it had to be the library. And she is right too, the library is my favourite place in the whole of Hogwarts. It was the reason Lucius and I were there that night. It is where he successfully seduced me for the first time, the place we were always the toughest with each other. And if I remember the night in question correctly, it had been a particularly frustrating night.

The night after that stupid duelling club... Draco had told his father about the spectacular fall Lockhart had made and everything that had happened afterwards. Lucius knew just what state he would find me in; the adrenaline was surging through my system, while at the same time I was trying to keep control over myself, with no real outlet. I was so ready for him...

"Severus."

"Lucius."

"Join me tonight, Severus."

Just as Lucius had known, Severus was frustrated enough where he didn't even put up his usual protests about being in a school and needing to work the next day. "Where? I've seen enough of my private chambers for today."

"It depends on what you want. Where do you want to go, love?"

"The library. I want to see you holding on for dear life."

A small smirk formed on Lucius' face. One hand was stroking Severus' side, while the other hand slowly came up to cup his face, pulling the younger man to him; Lucius brushed a careful kiss on Severus' lips. "The library it is. Come." Lucius knew it would be the last moment this night where he would be telling his lover what to do.

Walking through the halls towards the library, both men seemed to ignore each other, but they knew that the other was there and looking. Lucius had once called it the ultimate form of foreplay, or mindplay as he called it, the way he could just feel Severus' eyes roving over his body. It might be a cliché, but it was as if those eyes were undressing him. Knowing that Severus knew exactly what lay underneath the clothes, and how to work that warm flesh into a frenzy, always left him feeling that much harder, anticipating that much more.

This time was nothing different, but Severus always had his reasons for looking, for imagining. Their relationship being a secret one always left them with a small amount of time reaching a secure location, leaving him with time to wonder and imagine. What would he do to Lucius this time? Even though Lucius had started this so many years ago and had dominated their first encounter, he had found out quickly that it was much better when Severus dominated. Since then, Lucius always did whatever Severus demanded, but what would he be demanding tonight?

Reaching the library doors, Severus pushed them open and directed Lucius straight to the back, into the Restricted Section. Upon reaching their destination, the frustration was gone, the arousal was there, and the master was paying a visit, pushing Lucius into the shelves.

Hermione is grinning at me, and it isn't a drunken I don't know what I'm doing, because I'm happily drunk grin. I realise I have been so quiet and distant; she has guessed where my thoughts have taken me. I'm not for idle conversation, but I find I want to say something, even if it does acknowledge where my thoughts have been drifting. I comment on something I should have realised back then.

"You know, I should have known something was wrong, that someone was inside already." She looks at me with a question in her eyes, though that damn grin isn't leaving. I decide to answer her question and ignore the grin. "The doors weren't locked, I should have noticed that."

"Yes, well, from what I saw I think you were a bit too, shall we say... frustrated to notice. Though not by the end of it, and I can't say you left me feeling very frustrated, either."

That statement needs another shot of whisky, allowing me to sink into my thoughts again. I wonder what it would have been like to watch us from the sidelines. I know what it was like for me.

Lucius knew Severus was frustrated, that he was too pent up to wait very long, so why was he still looking and not doing anything?

Lucius slowly pushed himself away from the shelves full of old tomes, intending to make his way over to his lover and at least get a kiss out of him.

Severus saw him coming and knew what would happen if he let Lucius touch him; he would loose the precious control he still had and go for their more standard, softer, fucks. No, that wasn't what he wanted right now. He had said that he wanted for Lucius to hold on for dear life, and that was exactly what would happen. He made his decision.

"Stop right there. Strip."

This was what Lucius wanted, what they both wanted. One of the things that had always come natural to them was the ability to read the other. When Lucius got Draco's letter, he knew what state he would find his lover in, what his lover would want and need; he needed something short and hard. With that simple push away from the shelf, he knew that would force a decision in Severus.

By the way that he was shedding his robes, Severus could tell Lucius was just as desperate for this as he was. It told him that Lucius had wanted to come see him long before he was able to get away. Probably Narcissa, nagging him about one thing or another, had held him back.

Severus smirked; Lucius wouldn't have to wait much longer. Moving his hand in front of the rows of buttons, they opened and he let his robes, coat and shirt fall to the floor. Walking up to his naked lover, he snaked his hand up into the long silvery blond hair and pulled his head roughly to him.

Lucius let out a soft moan, revelling in the malicious and brutal assault on his mouth. Severus knew he liked it rough, liked to be able to feel what they had done when he went home.

There wasn't much clothing on his person left, but he issued his next order nonetheless. "Undress me. Oh, and Lucius? Do make it... interesting."

The grin on Lucius face was enough. Interesting for Severus in this state didn't mean soft caresses or loving kisses. Opening the trousers and pushing them down roughly, Lucius was greeted by a hot and leaking erection. Placing his hands on Severus' hips, he took that cock in as deep as he could and pulled back, sucking hard. Severus' groan was all the reward he needed.

Severus let Lucius suck him a while longer, before pulling him up by his blond locks again. "I don't have time for this. Prepare yourself for me." Leaning back against the shelves, he lazily watched as Lucius prepared himself minimally; he knew that, most likely, Lucius had come as prepared as he wanted to be. Usually, it was next to nothing.

His patience wearing thin, Severus knew he could not wait any longer. He pushed Lucius against the shelves and roughly turned him around. Taking a last moment to lubricate himself, he steadily pushed in. Setting a relentless pace, he was finally able to let his frustrations of the day out.

"Touch yourself." It was all he could say, and Lucius carefully reached down, using his other hand to keep himself upright from the brutal assault. The pressure needed to keep him upright was already leaving his hand bruised. It didn't take long before Lucius was screaming and his knees buckled. Holding himself up by pressing Lucius completely against the shelves, a few thrusts later and Severus was there too.

After a moment, they both got dressed and walked out of the library. There was nothing more to it. Looking at his lover one more time, Severus turned away.

"Go home, Lucius. Go fuck your wife."

Lucius' laughter rang through the library.

She is still grinning, and I have a feeling there are precious few ways to make her stop. I have an idea though. Where will it lead to? I have no idea, but I'm drunk enough to suggest it. And I know she is drunk enough to accept, though she probably would have without being drunk.

"Why don't we continue this conversation somewhere where nobody can hear us? Your chambers'? Or mine?"

One word is her answer.

"Yours."