NUMBER THE THIRTEENTH: Summary: Filch finally punishes (any child) the way he wants to and leaves them chained to a wall. Someone runs across helpless child and takes advantage of the situation. Key points: Any character. By: Tanya

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"But Mr. Filch!" cried Harry desperately. "It's not what it looks like! I can explain!"

Though, Harry wasn't sure how he was going to explain the fact that he had been caught red-handed, leaving the kitchens, arms full of food. He'd not bothered with the Invisibility Cloak, thinking he'd just use the Marauder's Map, but he'd forgotten that Mrs. Norris didn't show up on it. The blasted cat had spotted him, and had immediately run to alert her master. Filch had arrived within seconds, and Harry was so very busted.

"You kids, always thinking that you own the school!" The old caretaker dragged Harry by the arm, leading him towards his office. Mrs. Norris followed behind, looking almost smug, if such a thing were possible. "I think we'll make an example out of you, boy. Show all the others what happens when the rules are broken."

Harry stopped trying to protest; Filch clearly wasn't having any of it. He didn't want to think of what the man meant by making an example out of him; surely Dumbledore wouldn't allow Filch to actually hurt him? Harry grumbled at how Fred and George had convinced him to nick the food this time; they were going to be sorry. The caretaker's bony hand dug into Harry's arm, and he started to feel nervous. "What are you going to do, Mr. Filch?"

Craning his head around, the old man looked at Harry through narrowed eyes. "Are you scared, boy? Maybe you should have thought before you went sneaking around where you weren't supposed to be." He tightened his grip on the boy's arm and pulled him along. Filch was more than fed up with the way the children today seemed to have no regard for the rules. The night before he had caught two others outside their dorms after hours, and now today he had caught this one pilfering food. The children were running wild in his opinion, and he wanted to put an end to it. Still hauling Harry along behind him, Filch turned a corner and almost ran smack dab into someone.

He managed to stop just in time, and offered a hasty nod to the woman he had almost collided with. "Excuse me, Professor McGonagall, didn't see you there." He loosened his grip on Harry's wrist as he spoke. "Just taking this boy to my office. Caught him stealing food from the kitchens." Filch stood a little straighter, obviously proud to have made such a discovery.

The head of Gryffindor House looked annoyed as always. "Really, Mr. Filch, don't you have better things to do than punishing minor infractions?" It was a well-known fact that the house-elves loved to give food away. In her opinion, Mr. Filch was a bit unbalanced.

Filch's right eye twitched just a bit in response to her statement. "I don't think stealing is a minor infraction, professor." He tried his best to remain calm, even though he wanted to stomp his feet and scream. The professors around here let the children get away with murder. The only one who was half helpful was Professor Snape, and even he turned a blind eye if the young offender happened to belong to Slytherin House.

No one at Hogwarts seemed to care about the rules anymore; except for him. Filch didn't care what the old crone thought, this boy was getting punished for his crimes. "Regardless, since he did break the rules a punishment is in order." He nudged Harry in front of him, since he couldn't grab the boy in front of McGonagall. "Let's go, boy. You know the way."

McGonagall frowned as the two made their way down the corridor, then went on about her business.

Harry groaned. He'd hoped McGonagall would intervene on his behalf, but no such luck. As soon as they were out of sight of the professor, Filch's hand was digging into his arm once again. There would be bruises there tomorrow, no doubt.

Harry frowned as they passed by Filch's office, and descended further into the dungeons. Where was he being taken?

"In my day," Filch ranted, "we knew how to punish you rule breakers properly. A few days in the dungeons chained to a wall, and you'd rethink your attitude." The old man was beyond angry now. First he had caught another child disobeying the rules, and then the professor had brushed it off as nothing! Well, he wasn't standing for it anymore. "Nowadays," he continued, growing ever angrier, "they think that polishing trophies is a suitable punishment. Well, it's not. I'll show you punishment."

Now Harry was starting to get worried. Filch was insane; who knew what the man would do? He stumbled along the darkened corridors, wishing anyone would come along to rescue him.

Filch pulled Harry through a door, and Harry gasped as the torches sputtered to life. All along the walls, he could see chains, and cuffs, and... Filch couldn't possibly be going to chain him here, the man was just trying to scare him...

Laughing darkly as he saw the boy's face, the caretaker pushed him towards the wall. "You kids thought I was just some crazy old man making up stories, didn't you? Well, I wasn't, and if I let you out you can tell all your little rule breaking friends that." For a man as old as was, Filch was surprisingly strong. He held Harry against the wall and jerked the boy's arm over his head. Holding it in place, Filch snapped a cuff around the pale skin and made sure it was tight enough to keep Harry from escaping.

Harry gasped; this was really happening, Filch was actually chaining him to the dungeon wall. As the cuff snapped on his other wrist, Harry found his voice. "You can't do this!"

"I already have, boy," the old man replied. "After you spend a few hours in here I'm sure you won't feel the need to ever visit the kitchens again, will you?" Filch tested the cuffs and the chains, making sure they were still sturdy enough to hold the boy should he struggle. Satisfied that they were, he turned and walked back to the entrance. "And don't bother screaming, no one can hear you in here."

Mouth hanging open, Harry just stared at Filch's receding back. It started to sink in that he really was chained in the dungeons; he didn't even know where he was! Would anyone miss him? Would anyone have a clue where to find him? He tested the chains; they were securely attached to the wall, and he could only move his arms a few inches away from the cold stone. Despite Filch's words, Harry began to yell for help. His cries echoed off the walls, ineffectually.

In another part of the dungeons, in a much more comfortable environment, Lucius Malfoy was bidding his young son good-bye. He had come to Hogwarts for a short visit to check up on Draco, but he wasn't able to stay long. He had business to attend to, and it was with regret that he left the boy. He could have prolonged his stay a bit longer, but Lucius found that being surrounded by so many children was a strain on his nerves.

It wasn't that he didn't like children, barring the occasional screaming brat; no, his problem was that he liked children a bit too much. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander about the common room, his gaze resting hungrily on the forms of nubile young boys busy with their schoolwork. If he let himself look at any one of them for too long his body started to betray him by becoming aroused. There was just something about the innocence of children that called to him, begged him to defile and darken it. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands over their young bodies, and awaken the first stirrings of desire within them. He knew that if stayed much longer he would snap. So, Lucius said farewell and took his leave, winding his way through the dim corridors that he still remembered from his own time here.

Harry slumped back against the wall, breathing hard and slightly sweaty. He'd never thought he'd feel too warm in the dungeons but then he'd never spent ten minutes screaming for help, either. He was just about to give up when he thought he heard footsteps in the corridor. He gathered his strength and yelled once more.

Pausing in mid-step, Lucius tilted his head as he heard what sounded like a child screaming. He changed his direction, heading deeper into the dungeons instead of out of them. He couldn't imagine any child wandering so deep into the dungeons, but the cry had sounded panicked; perhaps one of the Slytherins had gotten lost. If that was the case, the Lucius could lead the child back to the dorms.

He imagined finding a small child, frightened out of his mind, and huddling in a corner. The poor thing would be so grateful to be found that he would cling to Lucius as the man carried him back. Lucius' lips turned up in a wicked smile as searched about for a small figure. He came upon a door, and as he pushed it open a surprised gasp was torn from his lips. The sight before him was better than any he ever could have dreamed.

Harry smiled as the door opened; he was rescued at last! But the smile died on his lips as he recognized the figure that stood in the door.

Lucius Malfoy.

Harry could think of very few people that would have been less welcome at this point. He would rather, in fact, have seen Snape than Draco's father. The man stood, regarding him with that smirk firmly in place. His long platinum hair hung about the shoulders of his very expensive robes, and he looked quite out of place in this barren room.

He didn't like the way the man was looking at him. Surely he wouldn't try to hurt Harry right here at Hogwarts?

Lucius was stunned, confused, and more than a little aroused at the vision before him. He wasn't sure why any child, especially Harry Potter, would be chained down in the deepest recesses of the dungeons. The rational part of him knew that he should leave, that being caught here, with Harry in this position, would be very bad; but his legs walked him into the room instead of out, and his hands quietly pushed the door closed. Each footfall that echoed in the small room as he approached the boy spoke of his doom, but Lucius paid them no heed. "Hello, Harry," he said casually. "Whatever are you doing down here?"

Harry considered and discarded several responses. There was still a chance the man might free him, so he had to try to be polite first. "Filch chained me and left me," he said softly, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. "Will you help me get loose?"

Tapping his finger against his lips, the older man looked over the chains that held the boy up. "Why would he do such a thing?" His question seemed genuinely curious, for it was. Lucius wasn't against these methods, he knew quite well how effective such techniques could be; but he also knew that Dumbledore would never stand for anything like this. However, Dumbledore obviously didn't know the boy was down here, so at the moment he was quite at Lucius' mercy.

"I got caught in the kitchens," Harry said, leaving the explanation simple for now. Malfoy wasn't helping him, but neither did he seem inclined to hex Harry, either. Though he still didn't like the speculative look on the man's face...

A dark look crossed Lucius' face for a moment. He knew that his incompetent ex-house-elf now worked in the kitchens, and he wondered if the boy had been visiting him. He schooled his features and forced himself to remain calm. He had a very promising situation before him and he wasn't about to ruin it by letting his past anger get the better of him. "Naughty boy," he purred. "You know you're not allowed down there. I think perhaps you deserve this punishment."

Harry's eyes widened at the man's words, and his tone. He protested, "But kids do it all the time, it's no big deal!" He was feeling more and more helpless with every passing moment.

"But you're not just any child, are you now, Harry? Trouble seems *attracted* to you." As he spoke Lucius reached up and tested the strength of the bindings, and was pleased to find them very secure. This was like some deliciously dark fantasy come true, to find Harry Potter helplessly bound to a wall, far away from any witnesses. "I would think that you would be extra careful, especially given that the ministry has yet to find Mr. Black. He's looking for you, you know."

Reaching out, Lucius slid his fingers under Harry's chin and tilted the boy's head up so that their eyes met. "It's very dangerous for you to be here... all alone.." He couldn't help but lick his lips, as his breath caught. The only danger for Harry right now was Lucius himself.

Harry's heart was racing now. The way Lucius Malfoy was looking at him... the way he was running his fingers along his jaw... Harry's eyes went wide as he realised he could be in a lot of trouble. His mind just would not process the signals he was getting from the man. Lucius was old enough to be his father, in fact had a son his age... he couldn't possibly...

"I could help you, Harry. I could free you." Lucius took a step closer, and ran his hands up Harry's arms to where his wrists were encased in the cuffs. "These must hurt..." He gently rubbed the soft skin just under the metal, his breathing picking up just a little.

Harry shivered as Lucius touched him. He was completely at an evil wizard's mercy. No one knew he was here. Lucius could do anything to him. He was in a lot of trouble.

Suddenly, to his horror, Harry realised he was getting aroused. What was wrong with him?

Lowering his hands, the older man let them slide along the boy's face. He wasn't sure in the dim light, but it almost looked like Harry was growing flushed. Lucius' arousal pulsed, and grew harder as he wondered if maybe Harry wouldn't be adverse to his advances. Trailing his fingers lower, across Harry's neck and along the collar of his shirt, he spoke. "I'll help you, Harry, on one condition."

Harry had to try twice before he could find his voice. "What condition?" he breathed, awash in new sensations and completely confused. He'd known for some time that he liked boys, but had never had the courage to do anything about it. He was only thirteen, after all. And Lucius Malfoy was certainly gorgeous, with his long blond hair and icy eyes... but he was helpless, chained to a wall! He should be terrified, not turned on.

Leaning close, so that his mouth was brushing against Harry's ear, Lucius whispered his terms. "I want to touch you, Harry." He used no more words, and instead let his hands speak as they slid down the boy's front and lightly rubbed between his legs. Lucius couldn't help but pant slightly as he gave into the dark desires he been harboring for so long. Up until this moment he had never let his urges get the better of him, but now he found that resisting them was impossible.

Harry gasped as he felt the man's hands on him, but it turned into a moan as the hands went further down. He couldn't believe this was happening, this just didn't happen, and oh god it felt so good and he wanted Lucius to touch him everywhere.

"This must be our secret, Harry," he said softly as he slid his tongue along the boy's ear. "No one must ever know..." Lucius stilled his hand, but didn't take it away. He could feel Harry's growing erection, and knew from the boy's moan that he was enjoying what was being done to him. It sent a thrill through Lucius, and it took all of the man's control not to slam Harry against the wall and grind against him until they both climaxed. However, he didn't know if he would ever get another chance to do such things, and he wanted to savor every moment. "Yes..." Harry found himself hissing, completely unable to refuse. Lucius' hands, his mouth, the heat of the other man's body... "I won't tell, just please don't stop..." His cock ached for more contact, and he was filled with urges that he couldn't even name.

"That's a good boy," Lucius said huskily as he pulled back. His hands moved to Harry's belt and slowly unbuckled it, and then went on to unfasten his trousers. Lucius slipped his fingers into the waistband of the underlying boxers and with a quick tug everything was pooled around Harry's ankles. Taking a step back, Lucius allowed himself a moment to gaze upon the boy, to look at the face of innocence before he corrupted it with his touch. He couldn't help but smirk as he saw Harry's erection rising from between his legs. Perhaps the boy was not as innocent as he had presumed. All the better. Lucius wanted Harry to crave his touch, not shrink away from it.

Face burning, Harry dropped his eyes as Lucius exposed him. What had he agreed to? The cool air of the dungeon caressed his rock hard cock, and as ashamed as he was to be so weak, he grew harder still under Lucius' scrutiny. He raised his eyes slowly to meet Lucius', and the denial died on his lips. He wanted this, he was sick and twisted and weak and all he wanted, needed, craved, was his enemy's hands all over him. "Please," he begged, not even sure what he was asking.

That one word was Lucius' undoing. He closed the gap between them and pressed Harry to wall, trapping the boy further. One of the man's legs slid between Harry's, forcing them to spread a bit wider. After all the time he had spent looking, coveting, Lucius was finally getting what he wanted. It was like a flood of desire had been released and he couldn't stop the rush of need he felt.

He pushed Harry's shirt up, one hand searching out his lovely pink nipples as his other hand slid down and wrapped around the boy's hardness. Lucius was painfully hard himself, but the ache seemed to make everything that much more intense, so he let it go unabated for the moment. He was too focused on touching all of Harry's slim body to worry about touching himself.

Harry felt he must have been babbling, but he couldn't stop himself. Lucius' body against his was incredible; the man was strong and powerful and perfect. He gasped as hands touched him everywhere; fingers playing with his nipples, hand around his cock. No one had ever touched him there before, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward. So good, so hot, so naughty... Harry pulled at his chains but he really didn't want to be freed any more. He just wanted Lucius to touch him more. "Yes," he gasped. "More..."

Lucius was all too willing to comply. Dipping his head down he let his tongue circle around one of Harry's nipples, being careful not to actually touch it. His hand moved slowly along the boy's cock, slipping down the base, and then upwards to the head. He knew that the slow pace would drive Harry mad with need; which was exactly what he wanted.

Harry didn't even recognise his own voice now; the voice that begged and pleaded for Lucius to touch him, take him, stroke him, couldn't possibly be his. Never had he imagined such a thing, being tied to a dungeon wall while a gorgeous man touched him everywhere. But he never wanted it to stop. He wanted to be at Lucius' mercy, and let the man do whatever he wanted. He would have done anything for more.

Taking pity on the poor boy who was begging so prettily, Lucius let his tongue slide over one of Harry's erect nipples, and then he gently bit into it. The boy's moans were addicting, the older man wanted more and more. He let his hand speed up just a bit, still not fast enough to bring Harry to climax, but enough to send him ever closer to it. Lucius didn't know how much longer he could hold back himself. Harry was just too sensual a creature as he writhed erotically against the wall; if the boy had been more experienced Lucius would have wasted no time in taking him right there.

Sensation arced from Harry's nipple all the way down to his rock hard cock; he cried out and thrust into Lucius' hand desperately. So close, he was so close, if Lucius would just stroke him a little harder, a little faster, he would explode. He needed it like air, could almost taste his climax, so close...

It was too much for the older man. Seeing Harry arching into his touch, hearing him begging shamelessly for more, the boy was driving Lucius to climax without ever having touched him. He couldn't stop himself as his hand slid into his robes and unfastened his own trousers. He pushed them down just enough to give him access to hard cock, and he wasted no time in wrapping his hand about it. A loud groan echoed off the walls as Lucius was finally able to tend to his own need. His legs almost wobbled under him, and if not for his strength he would have leaned on Harry as he stroked himself. But, he kept himself upright, and still managed to keep his hand in motion along the boy's cock; caressing both hard lengths in unison.

Lucius' groan made Harry open his eyes; the sight that greeted him was nearly enough to push him over the edge. Lucius was... oh, god, the blond man was touching himself, he could see Lucius' huge cock, so close to his and so hard... hard for him... Lucius stroked them both, and the older man's face twisted with pleasure. Harry begged harder, pleaded for mercy, twisted in his bindings.

Hearing the chains clank together made Lucius even harder. Not only was he here with a young boy, touching the child in such a forbidden way, but the boy was also chained and utterly defenseless. Lucius didn't think any other sexual encounter would ever be able to equal this. He leaned in close to Harry, his hands moving faster along their cocks as his own desperation to climax rose. The older man crushed their lips together, his tongue forcefully demanding entrance to the boy's mouth.

Harry parted his lips immediately, opening to Lucius, surrendering completely. He would have refused the man nothing; if he had been freed then, nothing in the world would have made him run away. He wanted this, wanted more, wanted everything; he gave himself over to Lucius, and felt the beginnings of his climax.

Lucius could feel the boy's total submission, the way he melted so easily in his hands, and opened so willingly to his kiss. He wanted to possess all of Harry Potter, because he feared that this one encounter would never be enough to satisfy him. He felt the boy tensing, and knew that his climax had overtaken him. Lucius wanted the boy to always remember this, so he doubled his efforts, stroking hard and fast, wanting to give Harry more ecstasy than he knew what to do with.

When Harry's climax hit him, he thought he would die; surely his heart could never withstand such pleasure. His whole body tightened, every nerve ending sending impulses to his brain, every cell of his body singing with need. He came for what seemed like hours, pumping out his seed all over the both of them, each pulse taking him higher and higher. He knew he was screaming Lucius' name, but he couldn't help himself.

"Yes, Harry, scream for me," Lucius urged. He continued stroking, though he slowed down his movements to help draw out the boy's release. The hand on his own cock sped up however, as he was anxious to join the boy in the throes of orgasm. He looked upon Harry's flushed and sated face, and something inside reveled at the knowledge that he made the boy look this way. "Watch me," he commanded, wanting the boy to see his motions, to see how much Lucius wanted him. It was almost as good as touching, just having those glazed green eyes attentively locked on his cock.

Harry couldn't have stopped watching if he'd wanted to. Lucius' was the first grown man's cock he'd ever seen, and he fixed his eyes on it, fascinated by its size. Watching the man's hand as it traveled up and down, caressing that hard length, made Harry ache. He knew there was more, and he wanted it, wanted Lucius to give it to him. "Want... more..." he gasped out, eyes flicking from Lucius' arousal to his eyes, no longer icy.

Laughing, even as he panted, Lucius let his hand fall away from Harry's cock, and moved it to grasp the boy's hip instead. "Keep begging like that and I'll give you everything, Harry," he said breathlessly. The mere thought of being pressed inside the boy's tight, untouched body sent Lucius over the edge and into the most amazing climax he'd ever had. His entire body shook, and a growled moan passed over his lips as strand after strand of seed spilled from his cock and splashed onto Harry's body. His fingers dug into Harry's hip hard enough to bruise, but he couldn't let go.

Harry moaned; Lucius' words made him aroused all over again though his cock still ached from his release. He watched raptly as Lucius climaxed, and whispered, again, "Please... I'll do anything. Give me everything." He wanted to see it all again, see the desire in the man's eyes, desire for him and him alone. He craved it. He was lost.

Releasing Harry's hip, and the grip on his own cock, Lucius planted his hands on either side of the boy's head and leaned in closer. "Do you even know what you're asking for?" He pushed his body against Harry's, rubbing their slick, sticky skin together.

Whimpering, Harry looked up at Lucius as he pinned him to the wall. The man was so commanding, so sensual, so perfect, that he could barely speak. But he knew the older man wanted an answer, so he whispered, "I think so. I'm not sure. I want you to show me. Please," he added, his voice dropping as he realised just how much he loved this. Needed it.

There was nothing Lucius wanted more in that instant than to rip Harry's pants all the way off and wrap the boy's slim legs around his waist. The boy was begging to be taken, literally begging, and Lucius was a man of few morals at best. He had already crossed so many boundaries that there was no going back anyway. Lucius reached for the clasps of his cloak, intending to fully disrobe, when a sound caught his ears. It was footsteps, and they were coming this way.

With a low curse of frustration the older man muttered a quick spell, and they were both instantly clean, no traces of their passion remaining. "Someone's coming, Harry, and I have to leave." Lucius knelt and pulled the boys pants and undergarments back up, and fastened them hastily. He then did the same for his own clothing. He pressed a light kiss to the boy's swollen lips. "Remember, this is our secret. If you're very good, and don't tell, then I'll come back for you and we can finish what we started."

Harry resisted the urge to pout; he didn't want Lucius to leave, he wanted more. But... "Yes, sir, I'll be a good boy," he whispered to the man as he made to leave.

Running his fingers over the boy's lips, Lucius smiled. "Good. I promise you'll enjoy your rewards..." He forced himself to pull away, knowing that he couldn't be caught here. He turned and made his way to the door, exiting as quietly as he had entered.

Harry watched Lucius go, aching with disappointment, but his body was still sated by ecstasy. The last person he wanted to see right now was Filch, but there he was, large as life and just as ugly as ever, lurching through the doorway. At least Lucius hadn't been caught. Harry dropped his head and tried to look as if he'd been punished.

Filch crossed the room, and hauled a rusty set of keys out of his pocket. Within minutes he had unlocked the cuffs and freed the young boy. "There you go, boy. I hope this will teach you a lesson about stealing." The caretaker glared down at Harry, and was satisfied to see that he looked thoroughly chastised. "And what I said earlier, about telling your little friends, don't bother. No one will believe you, boy, and if I find out you've been talking I'll punish you worse," he threatened.

Harry stared at the floor, trying to look repentant but mostly to hide his grin. "Yes, sir, it won't happen again," he assured Filch. And Harry meant it. The only person he wanted to punish him now was Lucius Malfoy.

He couldn't wait.