Pairing: Lucius/Percy.

Rating: R.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. Characters owned by J.K. Rowling.

Summary: An Alternative Universe, in which Mister Malfoy tells Percy a story. Ministry work certainly has its rewards...

"Wait, Percy. I have to take down the wards."

Percy stared at the edge of a picture frame, willing himself to ignore Mr. Malfoy, who was now standing... close--much too close--close enough for Percy to smell his distinctive scent, cool and sensual and expensive. Percy's body responded predictably.

Why did this have to keep happening, Percy thought with despair, twitching his robes in what he prayed was a discreet manner, trying to disguise his stubbornly growing erection. Mr. Malfoy glanced down at Percy's crotch with an amused smile and Percy closed his eyes in mortification, silently willing the man to just remove the wards and back away.

"Come now, Percy, there's nothing to worry about," Mr. Malfoy said, his voice a silken purr. He squeezed Percy's shoulder in a manner that was no doubt meant to be reassuring and was, in fact, anything but.

"I'm not so old that I don't remember what it was like to have a body with a will of its own. I was at Hogwarts when it started, of course. They will appear at the most inopportune times, won't they?"

Percy felt a strangled laugh escape his dry mouth. Mr. Malfoy moved his hand and Percy felt cool fingertips glide along the hot, flushed skin of his neck. "I had taken quite a fancy to my Transfiguration teacher, I'm afraid. He had the loveliest auburn hair..." Percy's eyes fell shut at the sensation of his own hair being ever so lightly pulled.

"It never failed to happen in his class." Mr. Malfoy's words were warm breath on Percy's ear, though Percy's heart was beating so hard he didn't know how he could hear anything else. "I'd try to think of unpleasant things, but most times it didn't work and I considered myself lucky if I could hold on until we were dismissed and I could get myself into one of the bathrooms.

"Did you ever do that, Percy? Trying to keep silent in a school bathroom with people all around you?" The grip on his hair tightened and Percy stifled a whimper as Mr. Malfoy stepped even closer, bending his head to press his lips against Percy's neck. Kissing him. Lucius Malfoy was kissing him! Percy's heart felt as if it were about to burst from his chest.

"I wasn't quiet enough," Mr. Malfoy said, murmuring the words against Percy's skin. "Sometimes my friends caught me."

"Oh god," Percy gasped, nearly choking on the words as the images danced across his mind.

"They teased me mercilessly, of course," Mr. Malfoy continued inexorably. "I was rather small for my age. They called me Princess; said I was as pretty as a girl..."

Pretty, yes, he would have been pretty, Percy though incoherently.

"They loved to catch me right after Transfigurations and pull me aside...like this..." Strong hands gripped Percy's shoulders, turning him around, pushing his back against the wall. "They would play with my hair and kiss me..." Percy's mouth went dry as dust as he looked into Mr. Malfoy's hooded, gray eyes; his slightly flushed cheeks; the slight curve of his lips, and Percy shivered when Mr. Malfoy buried long fingers in his hair.

"And they would touch me, right through my robes..." Warm lips grazed Percy's cheek and Percy groaned as Mr. Malfoy's free hand closed over his erection. "Like this.... Do you like this, Percy?"

But before Percy could answer Mr. Malfoy was kissing him, and Percy was lost in sensation. All reluctance forgotten, Percy pulled Mr. Malfoy closer, blind and eager.

His climax was explosive.

Percy floated in a haze of pleasure, dreamily aware of gentle fingers carding through his hair, fine wool under his hands, soft kisses. A heavy weight holding him against the wall. The unsettling sensation of wet fabric clinging to sensitive skin.

Percy's mind rapidly began to clear.

"You're not going to collapse on me now, are you, Percy?"

"No, sir," Percy said, steadying his shaky legs.

"Very good. Now, where was I? Afterward I suppose..." Mr. Malfoy laughed softly. "Afterward they would watch me, eager to see if I could charm myself quickly enough or if I'd be caught out with the embarrassing evidence for all to see." Mr. Malfoy pulled out his wand and, with a whispered incantation, Percy's robes were clean and dry.

Percy blinked. "And were you ever caught?" he asked hoarsely, determined to at least try to hold his own in the surreal conversation.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Malfoy smiled, leaned close to Percy's ear. "But only when I wanted to be."