Perfect Couple

Title: Perfect Pairing
Author: nanthimus
Pairing: Lockhart/Harry
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, uhm...chanslash, though I never can figure out how young you have to be for it to be chanslash. Abuse of the word 'perfect.' Hey, this is Lockhart we’re talking about. *g*
Disclaimer: None if these characters belong to me! They belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. All Rights Reserved, and all that jazz.
Feedback: PLEASE.
Summary: After his breakup with Cho Chang, a certain Boy-Who-Lived gets propositioned by a certain Man-Who-Groomed.
Notes: This takes place in an AU fifth year. Lockhart is still the DADA teacher, amazingly enough. I was trying to Keep Lockhart true to character, yet also make him a real person. Dunno if I succeeded. *g*
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Harry stumbled into the the DADA classroom, eyes weary as he sat in his desk. Lockhart looked from the mirror he was holding, his face jovial.

"Ah, hello Harry. Is it time for detention already?" Lockhart asked, looking up at the clock. "Great Merlin!" He exclaimed, "You're late!" He looked at Harrt as if just seeing him, before getting up from his desk. He walked to just in front of Harry, set a pillow on the floor, and knelt on it, making sure to keep his pale blue ropes from touching the floor.

"Harry, you look awful!" He said, taking Harry's chin in one hand and tracing his cheek with the other, "I'd heard about you and Miss Chang, of course, but I didn't think it'd affect you so much."

Harry, who'd tensed up the moment Lockhart touched him, jerked at Cho's mention. "It's nothing," he muttered, waving off Lockhart's concern, "Could we please just get this over with? I'd like to go back to my room."

In typical Lockhart fashion, he ignored Harry's plea.

"I knew you two just weren't meant to be. You didn't look good together at all," Lockhart continued, apparently missing Harry's dumbfounded expression.

"Wha...excuse me Sir, but what does that mean?" Harry asked through gritted teeth, "Just where the hell do you get off telling me-"

"Oh Harry, Harry, Harry," Lockhart said reproachfully, "that language will never do."

"Sorry, sir. Forgive me if I take offense to you telling me I'm not good enough for my ex-girlfriend."

Lockhart stared at him for a moment, confused, before laughing, eyes squinted up into little half-moons.

"You completely misunderstood me! I wasn't insulting you, dear boy," Lockhart said, "You're beautiful, with your tanned skin, and those eyes. It's her that's the problem. She's too...plain for someone like you."

Harry, caught on the 'beautiful' comment, shook his head violently. "What...what are you talking about?" He asked his professor, aghast.

Lockhart grinned. "You need someone just as beautiful as you," He said, before leaning back and studying Harry with an appraising eye.

"Someone who's your opposite...fair, light of skin and hair...tall...now don't look at me like that, your height makes you adorable, as well as beautiful, "Lockhart said to Harry's glare, "Now then, you need.." Lockhart thought for a moment, before a grin broke out on his beautiful, if almost false looking features, "You need me!"

"What?!" Harry squawked, trying to slide back away from Lockhart. The blonde man grinned cheerfully, leaning close to Harry until they were nose to nose.

"Come now, Harry, it's not such a bad idea. You'll look good for me too. We'll be perfect together, the perfect, beautiful pair." Harry gaped at the idiotic man in front of him.

"Is that the only thing that's important to you? Looking perfect and beautiful? What about love and affection and all the things a relationship is suppose to be about?" Harry asked, squirming at Lockhart's proximity.

Tsking, Lockhart replied, while pulling Harry up out of his desk, "But dear boy, I do have a great deal of affection for you! You’re the only one beautiful enough in this place for my affections." He slid his arms around Harry's slim, of well muscled shoulders.

Harry rolled his eyes at the typical Lockhart’s answer and opened his mouth to reply, but Lockhart put his fingers of Harry's lips, silencing him.

"I'll just have to convince you, Harry. See, in this, like all things, I'm perfect." After saying that, Lockhart crushed his lips to Harry's savoring the softness for a moment before opening his mouth and trying to convince Harry to do the same. Harry struggled to get away, but thing, surprisingly strong arms gripped him to Lockhart’s chest.

"Stop playing hard to get, Lover," Lockhart purred, and Harry was shocked to feel his cock harden to that voice, "You know you want me. After all, how could you not?" And he dove back in, his tongue prying between Harry's lips to taste the molten heat inside.

Harry dearly wanted to answer Lockhart's confident little inquiry, to say that, no, he had no intention of having this little liaison, thankyouverymuch. However, the fact that Harry was grinding his cock on Lockhart's leg and grabbing at his back in near desperation would have refuted his only refution.

Lockhart unbuttoned Harry's pants swiftly, and burrowed his hand inside to grasped the hardness he knew was there. Pulling his mouth away from Harry's, he watch the boy's expressions as he pumped Harry's cock with lard, steady strokes.

"Harry," Lockhart began conversationally, "I wanted to explore you all night, make a wonderfully perfect seduction out of it. But I'm afraid I don't have the patience at the moment. Would a fast, hard fuck be all right with you?" In reply, Harry moaned, head flung back. What, did the idiotic, beautiful man really expect him to answer that?

The blonde apparently to the moan as an affirmation, as he let go of Harry's cock, giggling at the protesting shout that came from the boy.

"Come now, Harry, this is much better," Lockart whispered, rolling Harry over so he was face down, bent over his desk. Pulling his pants down, exposing the lovely backside, Lockhart sighed.

"I knew it...perfect all over," he breathed, caressing Harry's arse with an almost reverent touch. before unbuttoning his own pants, drawing a vial out of the pocket and shoving them down to his ankles. Opening the vial, his fingers delved deep into the light pink substance, twisting a bit before working into Harry's arse, listening to the gasps and groans that escaped the boy.

"I think that's enough," Lockhart announced unneededly, coating his own cock with the pink liquid. Leaning over Harry, he kissed the nape of the boy's neck softly.

"This'll hurt just a bit," Lockhart warned, before pushing in, in one great shove. Harry cried out, tears staining his cheeks as he scrambled to get a grip in the desk below him. Lockhart was absolutely still inside Harry, listening to him sob for breath.

"Shhh, it's all right, Harry, relax," Lockhart whispered comfortingly, though Harry could still hear traces of that disgusting cheerfulness that wafted off the man like too much perfume.

"Oh yes, and Harry, when you scream, scream out Gilderoy," Lockhart added, before drawing back and slamming into Harry. Harry gasped, back arching toward Lockhart. Lockhart held a punishing, wonderfully forceful pace, drawing cries from Harry, a grin on his pale lips as he listened to them, before with his own groan, he came.

Harry slumped on the desk, Gilderoy resting on top of him. For a few minutes, the only sign of life was the desperate breathing of two spent bodies.

"Now, Harry," breathed Lockhart after a moment, "Wasn't that much more perfect then Cho Chang?"

Silence. Then, "...who?"


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