I’ll Tumble for You
©1996 Ashleigh Mitchell

Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yadda yadda…it’s all J.K. Rowling’s, her publishers, etc. except for the excuse of the PWP?
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This is written for the HarryxLucius Drabble challenge:
“This week’s challenge is to write a drabble between 100 and 500 words, using the following word as a theme:

ou·bli·ette
Pronunciation: “ü-blE-‘et
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from Middle French, from oublier to
forget, from (assumed) Vulgar Latin oblitare, frequentative of Latin oblivisci to forget — more at OBLIVION
Date: 1819
: a dungeon with an opening only at the top”

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The first thing Harry noticed was that it was dark. The second was that Lucius seemed to be unconscious and on top of him.

Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, except that the third thing to be noticed was an overall body ache that didn’t appear to be related to the carpet burning monkey sex they had been engaged in just (?) previously while exploring the lower reaches of Malfoy Manor.

Trying to reconstruct what had happened, he recalled a considerable amount of movement, as they each struggled for dominance in their lovemaking, with first Lucius on top, then Harry on top, each writhing and twisting. With all of the rolling about, he recalled reaching for support at one moment, and his hand grabbing something that unexpectedly moved.

That seemed to be the last thing he recalled before a sensation of falling.

Wriggling free of the unconscious Lucius, Harry checked himself for actual injuries, and the repeated the exam for Lucius, who was breathing, and starting to come to.

He rose and felt his way about the darkened space, discovering it to be perhaps 10 feet, and roughly round. He could find no doorways or windows, and there was no discernable light, and unfortunately, his wand (and Lucius’, for that matter) were elsewhere in the house, neither expecting to find a need for them at the time.

“Accio wand!” He heard the distant sound of something hitting the ceiling, and realized that without an open means of ingress, the wand couldn’t make it to him. As he still hadn’t managed to learn to apparate, the only thing he could do was wait for Lucius to fully recover, or for someone to miss them and come looking. Not likely, as Draco was elsewhere, and the house elves had been instructed to ignore them for the day.

Hearing moaning from the direction of Lucius, he returned to the older man, and assisted him in sitting. “What is this place, Lucius?”

“Where were we? Oh, lower level dungeon — you know, father always said there was an oubliette down here, but he never got around to telling me where it was. Give me a minute or two to clear my head, and I’ll get us out of here.”

“Oh, I’ll clear your head, but not in the way you might be thinking,” laughed Harry, and resumed the struggle for dominance.