A/N *= Norwegian. Always and Forever, Touching and
Touched.
A/N 2: Thank you to my wonderful beta Nephir, for a
wonderful, fast, job.
Harry hadn't thought that Dumbledore's choice of
Defense Professors could get any more bizarre than
Lockhart, or more dangerous than Quirrell and Moody.
He'd been wrong. When he'd come to school and seen
Lucius Malfoy at the staff table he'd seriously
considered, for the first time, going back home.
After all, the Dursley's caged him like an animal and
starved him, but at the very least they weren't likely
to murder him. He had no such assurances when it came
to the new professor. He didn't care what Dumbledore
said, he didn't trust the man.
Harry had to admit, at least to himself, that
he was scared to death. Scared of Professor Malfoy
in a way that he'd never been afraid of anyone before.
He'd thought Snape was intimdating, but Malfoy
disturbed him on so many levels that he couldn't
begin to sort them out, sort out what he was
feeling, beyond fear.
His grades suffered for it of course. Lucius was,
surprisingly, not as biased toward Slytherin as Snape
was, and he certainly did not favor his son. If
anything good had come of his fathers presence it was
that Draco Malfoy no longer strutted about, acting as
if he owned the school. That Professor Malfoy seemed
mild in comparison to Professor Snape, did nothing to
ease his apprehension in his classes, and as a result
the boy-who-lived was in real danger of failing. Not
just doing poorly, but not passing the class that had
been his strongest for most of his scholastic career.
He knew the inevitable was coming, and wasn't
surprised when the blonde professor had quietly held
him after class. Ron and Hermione, who knew how
terrified he was of the man even if he wouldn't admit
it to them, had given him sympathetic looks but gone
on without a backward glance. They liked the
arrogant bastard. Something that never failed to make
him feel betrayed.
"Mister Potter," the Professor began after the class
had filed out leaving them alone, Harry feeling
extremely vulnerable, "as you must be aware your
grades in this class are abysmal. Is there some
problem that I should be aware of?" He was coolly
professional as he sat behind his desk, silver blonde
hair tied back , hands clasped before him.
"No sir" He squeaked, hating the adolescent crack and
the amusement it gave his teacher.
Lucius smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Then I am
forced to assume you are simply not applying yourself.
You must know I am aware that your grades, until this
year, have been not only satisfactory but exceptional.
Therefore, it is clearly not a lack of ability, but
rather a lack of effort."
Harry nodded and when Lucius stood he took an
involuntary step back.
{You might want to explore Malfoy's reaction to
Harry's obvious fear of him, some acknowledgement is
called for, even if it is only in his mind only}
"Very well, I would like you to report to me in this
class room Saturday morning and plan to stay until you
have caught up. I can't have the famous Harry Potter
failing my class, can I?"
Harry shook his head silently. "Saturday morning."
he confirmed and when Professor Malfoy nodded he
bolted.
Once he was gone Lucius sat down behind his desk and
pulled the tie from his hair and shook it free. He'd
have to tell Draco that they wouldn't be able to spend
the weekend at the Manor. That was sure to be an
unpleasant task. The boy had been spoiled horribly by
Narcissia and her family while he'd been--occupied.
He'd seen very little of the boy over the past five
years, and since his mother's death the preceding
summer the boy was more than a handful. He didn't
want to consider how insufferable his child would have
been without Hogwarts in general and Severus in
particular. Ah well, Draco would rant and scream and
then pout, but he'd live with it. As much as he loved
his son, he would not be controlled by him, or allow
him to jeopardize his position here.
Whether Draco could admit it or not, they both owed too
much to Dumbledore and Harry to let either down.
Without them Voldemort would not only rule the
Wizarding world, he would have owned them both. That
Draco had resented and hated the-boy-who-lived was
Lucius' fault, for being so fascinated by him and the
boy's innate strength and innocence. It certainly
didn't mean he was going to let the boy fail in order
to pander his son's fragile ego.
By the time Harry arrived Saturday morning Lucius was
considering, quite seriously, wringing his only
child's lovely neck, and his head was pounding
ominously. He'd heard some of the younger Slytherin
girls speculating that Draco was part Veela and he'd
snorted to himself. More like part banshee. Not
literally of course but his shriek was impressive when
he was thwarted. He was totally unused to his
attempts at manipulation failing so completely and did
not respond well--at all. That his father had
cancelled their plans to spend the day with Potter had
absolutely enraged him. Lucius had offered,
initially, to allow him to leave with Severus, and
when that had been rejected simply refused to discuss
the manner. Sooner or later, Draco was going to have
to learn the world was not his to control.
He, himself, hadn't lost his temper until Draco had
informed him, quite coolly, that the biggest mistake
he'd made in his life was betraying Voldemort, and
given the chance he would have joined the death-eaters
himself. Lucius of course did nothing so undignified
as screaming but he'd quite firmly informed him that
his plans and life were his own, and it was something
he would have to accept. Draco had accused him of
being incapable of being his own man, and that he
always had been and always would be a pawn.
The boy was determined to be the next Dark Lord, it
seemed.
Lucius, much as he loved his son, would kill him
first.
Given his early morning activities he wasn't in the
best frame of mind to be working in the Dark Arts, but
he'd made his commitments and he intended to keep
them.
"Sit down Mister Potter, and tell me the last point
you felt confident of the subject matter."
"Honestly? Second year." Harry mumbled before firming
his voice up at the uplifted brows. "Not much this
year honestly, and not a lot after unforgivables last
year"
"Well, we aren't that far into the school year. I'm
sure you'll be able to catch up quickly."
"Yes sir." He wasn't so sure, but over the next 2
hours he was surprised by how much of the information
he had absorbed, almost without knowing it. Somehow,
without the Masters' robes, and without the chaos of
class, Lucius wasn't quite so intimidating, and he was
able to concentrate.
"Not bad Mister Potter. Why don't we take a break
for tea, and then we'll work on the practical
applications of some of those curses and hexes and
their counters."
Harry gulped audibly. More approachable did not make
the man approachable. He was, however, beginning to
realize that part of the intimidation he felt was
other man's beauty. The girls thought he was part
Veela, but it was obvious that he wasn't. Just
incredibly attractive. He was far too broad to have
been of Veela stock. In truth, he realized with a
jolt, he was attracted to him. He'd never been
attracted to a man in his life! Hell, he'd rarely
been attracted to anyone! Oh this was so not good.
He must have paled because Professor Malfoy's voice
interrupted his thoughts. "Mister Potter?"
"What? Sorry. Sure." Harry said sitting uneasily at
his desk until the House-elf brought up a tea-tray. He
wasn't particularly hungry, and picked at his food.
Lucius wasn't really eating either, but he was
drinking his tea, loaded with sugar, and rubbing
incessantly at his forehead as though it ached.
Harry wanted to ask if he was ok, but didn't dare.
After they'd finished and the tray was disposed of
Malfoy had cleared the room with a charm, the desks
moving back along the walls giving them room to work.
They'd barely had time to draw their wands when the
room was filled with a flash of blindingly intense red
light. Harry dropped his wand and covered his eyes.
The last thing he saw was his professor turn toward
the door, then an overwhelming buzzing invaded his
head and the world tilted and he was losing
consciousness, sliding from the red glare into
soothing darkness.
Before he was even entirely awake he was aware of the
unfamiliar feel of a large, hard, body stretched out
beside him on what had to be a hospital bed. He'd only
slept with anyone once, and that had been Ginny over
the summer. They hadn't gotten much further than some
necking and kissing before they'd simply curled up and
fallen asleep in her room. The body beside him
certainly did not belong to anyone either female or
adolescent. That alone made him leery of opening his
eyes.
Finally he did and nearly fell out of the bed when he
realized he was lying against Lucius Malfoy. Why on
earth were they sharing a bed? Particularly in the
hospital wing? The thoughts had only a chance to flit
through his befuddled brain before Dumbledore and
Madam Pomfrey, as well as Professor Snape, was in the
room and looming over him. When he began to get out
of bed Dumledore stopped him with an upraised hand.
"What happened?" He asked, hating how plaintive and
lost he sounded.
"Please stay still Harry." Dumbledore said gently,
"Once Professor Malfoy is awake we will explain."
It wasn't long before the older man stirred and opened
his eyes with a low groan. Apparently Harry wasn't the
only one suffering from a pounding head.
"What is going on?" he asked immediately, clearly
displeased at being gawked at. "And why am I in bed
with Mister Potter?"
"Severus", Dumbledore said in the same soothing tone,
"Perhaps you should explain."
"Yes Severus." Lucius snapped, still rubbing at his
temples irritably, "Do explain."
Snape waited until both of them had received a pain
numbing draught, and began, "Your son, Lucius, decided
that it would be...amusing to exact revenge upon both
yourself, and Potter, for his ruined weekend."
"I'll kill him."
"Oh do shut up and let me finish."
Harry blinked owlishly, and then cowered away from
Lucius as far as the narrow bed would allow.
"Draco cast a binding spell."
"He what?"
"You heard me. He bound you to Potter and vice versa
of course. Unfortunately, being your child, he did
not thoroughly research the spell he chose to use.
Instead he simply acted, assuming I suppose that magic
itself would bend itself to his will. He used an
obscure, ancient, and most decidedly dark, binding."
"Which one?" Lucius asked voice tight.
"Alltid og for evig berring eller berrd**" Snape
replied tersely.
Malfoy, if possible, went even paler than normal,
until his silvery white hair seemed almost honey toned
in comparison.
Harry had quit following sometime back, groggy from
pain medication and the residual affects of the spell.
He hadn't really understood most of what had been
said anyway, and he certainly hadn't understood the
last words from his Potions' master.
When he realized everyone was looking at him, he made
the effort to get his eyes opened and focused again.
"What?" He asked, voice slurred almost beyond
recognition.
"He doesn't have much tolerance to pain draughts."
Madam Pomfrey said, speaking for the first time.
"Better let him sleep it off. He won't be able to
understand much right now anyway."
Harry was already asleep, Lucius noted, with the
faintest hint of amusement. Still, this situation
was all too dire. Always and Forever Touching and
Touched.
What the hell had his son been thinking? He didn't
realize he was growling softly with each exhalation,
until Dumbledore caught his eye, and he forced him
self to calm down.
"Where is Draco?"
"I'll deal with him Lucius." Snape volunteered.
"I think I have let other people deal with my son for
quite long enough, thank you. It's early. I'll be
back shortly." He said standing, and then looked back
to see what Harry's reaction was. The boy whimpered,
and moved forward slightly, looking for him. Lucius
turned back, and put his pillow in Harry's arms, and
the child curled around it and settled.
For all that they were the same age Harry was younger
than Draco. More mature in some ways and in many
other ways, but undeniably innocent. That his
self-centered, egotistical, off-spring had done
something so incredibly dangerous and stupid
infuriated him.
When he found Draco he calmed. The boy's eyes were
red rimmed, and it was clear that he'd been crying,
something he hadn't done since infancy.
"Draco, what were you thinking son?"
"I-I-I just wanted to get your attention."
"Well you certainly succeeded." Lucius said with a
slight smile, dropping to sit on his son's bed.
"I didn't mean to. Oh god. I don't like Potter, but
", Draco replied with a shudder. Lucius found himself
thinking that this disaster may have, at least, the
benefit of redeeming his son. Shocking some sense
into him. He hadn't seen this much honest feeling
in the boy in years.
"And you. . ." Draco continued.
"I'll be ok." Lucius said not unkindly, but firmly,
"But we have to deal with this. Has Severus explained
what you did?"
Draco nodded, not meeting his eyes. "Then it's
something you are going to have to learn to live with
as much as the rest of us. You don't like Harry but
he's now, by necessity, going to be around --forever."
"I-I know" Draco looked up then, confused. "Where is
he now?"
"The bond's new. It'll take time to strengthen and
settle. He's still unconscious in the hospital ward.
He doesn't understand what's happened yet."
Draco nodded, thoughtfully. More himself, but calmer.
As if the storm inside him had died, or the sharp
edges dulled. "What are you going to do?"
"Well," Lucius said after a moment. "I obviously can't
teach like this. At least at the moment. I will
probably take Harry to the Manor. I had hoped to
continue to fill this roll for Albus, but right now,
that's just not possible."
"I'm sorry."
"I know. Enough. The time for apologies is gone, now
we need to cope. With any luck I can tutor Harry
through the remainder of his school work. I'm
sure the Headmaster will agree to help." Lucius
shrugged, "It isn't as though money is an issue for
us. We have time. Beyond that, I am afraid, we will
just have to wait and see. "
"When are you leaving?" Draco asked hesitantly.
"As soon as Harry wakes up and is fit to apparate,
either late tonight or early tomorrow."
Draco briefly looked as though he would protest, but
shut his mouth with a snap, and nodded. "Can I still
come home?"
"Always, but bring Severus with you. I don't want you
traveling alone. Once you can apparate legally"
Lucius said with the emphasis on legally, "we will
re-negotiate the terms of your surrender."
"Yes Father." Draco quipped.
When Harry woke next it was dark and he was wrapped in
very strong, very warm, arms with an uncomfortable
erection pressing incessantly against his slacks.
He opened his eyes to the sleeping face
of his DADA professor. He inched backward, trying to
free himself from his awkward, and decidedly
embarrassing, position.
As soon as he'd shifted surreptitiously the arms
around him tightened slightly and then released him,
and he found himself starring into steel blue eyes.
"Ah good, you're awake." Lucius said in a soft voice,
husky with sleep.
Harry nodded and blushed furiously to the roots of his
hair. Thankfully Lucius didn't comment. "How much do
you remember?"
"Not a lot." Harry admitted, "Red light, and then
waking up. I remember people talking but I couldn't
really concentrate. I know Draco did something to
us."
"That's more than we'd expected you to retain and
comprehend. Draco did in fact do 'something'. He
bound us together. "
Harry paled.
"Normally that would be of little consequence", Lucius
continued, "but he chose a very old, and very obscure
Dark Magic."
Harry paled further.
Lucius kept talking, "Unfortunately that means that it
is permanent and unbreakable. It is considered Dark
because any attempt at breaking the bond or even
interfering with it results in insanity."
Harry turned gray and his eyes widened, but he stayed
silent.
"The bond will ultimately require intimate, physical,
contact. Without it, we will both become insane, and
eventually die." Lucius said gently.
At his last words Harry began to shake violently.
Lucius pulled his unresisting, almost catatonic, form
into his arms and began to rock gently, whispering
over and over. "It's going to be alright." Until
the small body grew still and quiet against him.
The gentleness of the gesture was surprising, but the
intimacy of it was shocking and frightening.
Eventually, the powerful emotions sweeping through
Harry burnt out, leaving him feeling empty and hollow,
and he just went limp. Incapable of even forming
coherent thought.
Lucius was reminded again of the child's utter
innocence and vulnerability. This situation was,
simply, perverse. If he had been disturbed before, he
was far more so now. God. What on earth was he going
to do with the boy, he wondered, as he continued to
rock slowly. Of course there was only one answer to
that. Move slowly, stay strong, and do what had to be
done to save the boy's mind, as well as his own. From
what Severus had told him earlier they had time. Not
a lot of time, but some. Enough to move gradually,
and hope the boy's resilience would come to the fore
and allow him to adjust and adapt. Otherwise the very
existence of the bond, and the situation itself, would
break him.
He considered just telling the boy they were leaving,
and going, but the child needed a chance to tell his
friends good-bye, and while house-elves could, and
would, move the majority of his possessions, he'd want
a chance to take some things, like his owl and broom,
with him.
Harry went into the Gryffindor tower to collect his broom,
while Lucius went in search of Hedwig, Ron and Hermione
were of course waiting for him.
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed "Where have you been? They
said you were in the hospital wing, but wouldn't let
us in. Gee mate", he broke off as he took in Harry's
pale complexion and the dark circles under his eyes,"
You look like horrible!"
"Ron.", Hermione admonished," Harry'll tell us what's
going on. Won't you Harry?"
"I-" He took a deep shuddering breath, "Malfoy bound me
to his father. It's an old Dark Curse. If you break it
you go insane. I'm going away with Professor Malfoy so we
can deal with it." There, {he thought to himself} enough
information, nothing too personal, it should hold
them.
Of course Hermione wasn't satisfied with partial
answers. "What's the curse called?" she said just as
Ron growled, "Malfoy--I'll kill him."
"Don't Ron," Harry said wearily, "it was an accident.
Really", He continued at Ron's incredulous look, "I'm
taking Hedwig. I'll owl and stuff. Oh, I don't know
the name Hermione. It's in some foreign language I
didn't understand."
"You are planning on keeping up with your
studies aren't you?"
Harry smiled fondly, "As if I had a choice. Yes I'm
sure I'll graduate on time. Look. I gotta go.", he
said holding his broom, "Maybe we can work out a visit
or something, I don't know yet, but I'll write you
soon ok?"
Hermione hugged him briskly and Ron patted him
awkwardly on the back. Just as he was leaving Ron
called out, "Hey, this means you're Malfoy's
step-father! That could be useful!"
It had the intended affect of making Harry smile
briefly as he stepped through the portrait hole.
The amusement was short-lived. God. He felt like he
was going to his death, and he could feel himself
growing dizzy and nauseated from the increased
distance from Professor, no--Lucius, he corrected
himself. How on earth was he supposed to be...intimate?
He didn't even know how that worked between two men,
except that it sounded incredibly painful and
backward. Definitely not something anyone would want
to do. And what about Lucius? He'd been married for
years to Narcissa. Surely that meant he wasn't
interested in men. Not that he was a man anyone would
be interested in, much less someone like Lucius
Malfoy.
He found his ---mate? His mind rebelled at the very
thought, waiting for him just outside and they walked
silently out of the castle and gates before Lucius
gripped his forearms firmly and apparated away.
That night Lucius sat awake, reading in bed with his
hand resting lightly against Harry's back The casual
contact would put off some of the immediacy of
intimacy}, but not indefinitely, not even for long.
He was seriously worried about Potter. The boy had
been all but silent for the entire day, speaking only
when absolutely necessary. He also looked like death
warmed over. Lucius had seen Death-Eater victims who
looked better. Besides not speaking, and showing
absolutely no interest in his surroundings, he'd been
utterly submissive. He had done as he'd been told
without question, with the notable exception of
eating. When fed he'd simply stared at his plate.
He'd gone to sleep at an absurdly early hour, and
slept hard and deeply, though Lucius suspected he was
now awake, but not choosing to move. The unnatural
submission, in a child he knew to be anything but, was
as troubling as the lack of appetite and the apathy.
Lucius Malfoy was no psychologist but neither was he
an idiot. The boy was depressed-- seriously
depressed, as well as frightened. If he didn't rally
he was going to simply slide away, and there wasn't
much he could do to prevent it.
With a sigh he set aside his book, and extinguished
the light, before sliding down in bed. He was
surprised when, tentatively, Harry reached for him.
He'd kept up the light contact all
day, Harry never initiating even when it was clear he
was becoming ill. That particular incident had taught
him to be very, very, careful. Harry would be
unconscious before he noticed more than the slightest
ill effects. It seemed unlikely that Harry,
physically, needed to establish contact, but rather
that he was simply looking for comfort and closeness.
When Harry realized he was awake and halted
the movement Lucius took the hand that had
stopped, semi-extended, and pulled him closer, "It's
alright."
"You keep saying that." Harry said his voice thick
with emotion.
"Maybe," Lucius said speaking into the thick unruly
hair, "I keep saying it because it's the truth or it
could be."
A choked sound escaped Harry, and Lucius couldn't tell
if it was a laugh or a sob. Probably a bit of both, he
thought, "This is so not alright."
"Not ideal, no." he said speaking slowly, choosing his
words carefully. This was the first time Harry had
expressed any willingness to broach the subject, "but
it will" he said with slight emphasis "be 'ok'."
Lucius, of course, had no such assurance, but Harry
needed to hear it desperately.
"I'm scared." Harry said very, very, softly, and
Lucius knew how hard those words were to say. Harry
had faced death over, and over. Stood firm in the
face of evil. He simply did not admit to fear.
"I know." Lucius acknowledge simply.
Harry was rigid in his arms, and had begun to shake again.
Fighting tears, the older man thought. Stubborn pride
was something he could relate to and so he simply
tightened his grip up when Harry turned around to hide
his face against his shoulder, breathing unevenly.
He didn't say anything when he felt his shirt becoming wet,
just rubbed Harry's back in slow circles, and firmly
squashed his body's physical reaction to the
closeness.
After a while the tears seemed to stop and Lucius
pulled back and pushed up on elbow before tipping
Harry's face up. There was something innately
endearing about the wide green eyes and tear stained
cheeks. He very slowly, very deliberately, lowered
his head and brushed his lips softly against Harry's.
Lips barely meeting and then gone again before Harry
could even really register what had happened on a
conscious level.
He was surprised when Harry arched his back and
whimpered. Surprised was too mild a word actually, he
was astonished. From the wild fear in the younger
man's eyes he wasn't the only one. "Shhh" He soothed.
"It's the bond." Innocent yes, Harry wasn't even
familiar with any real level of arousal. Gods. How
the hell was he supposed to allow this to come to
completion without resorting to rape? The boy was
scared out of his mind of simple sensation, the
suggestion of what was coming.
Fortunately Harry seemed to respond to the gentle tone
in his voice and quieted slightly, though his eyes
didn't loose the spark of fear. As much as he hated
it, Lucius knew he was going to have to push the boy
almost constantly in order to prevent their mutual
insanity and death. Damn it. He'd done a lot of
things in his life that he wasn't proud of, but
nothing had ever made him feel quite so monstrous as
the knowledge that he was, however gently, going to
have to force a child into a sexual relationship he
simply was not ready for. That it was necessary to
save the same child, and himself, made the situation
only marginally more bearable. At least the bond
would ensure his...interest.
"Come here." He said quietly but firmly. Harry
stiffened but moved back to him. "I'm not going to
hurt you." He said, deliberately keeping his voice
pitched low, and he hoped, his tone calming. He wove
his fingers into the thick hair at the base of the
child--`Harry; he corrected mentally, his name is
Harry'--Harry's neck and kneaded with gentle, but firm
pressure until some of the tension bled out of him.
He slowly lowered his mouth again and this time
instead of retreating gradually increased the pressure
and tugged lightly on the hair wrapped around his
fingers, until Harry instinctively opened his mouth,
and he was able to slide his tongue inside. Harry
made a low sound at the back of his throat and
tentatively at first, returned the kiss licking at his
tongue. Lucius encouraged the contact, staying passive
for him, allowing the rather endearingly clumsy
exploration.
Lucius reached out slowly and brushed the backs of his
fingers across Harry's stomach, noting the jump of the
muscles. "Are you ok?" He asked softly, pulling back
just far enough to speak, not wanting to startle him.
Under better circumstances he would have asked if
Harry wanted more intimate contact, if he was sure.
Unfortunately, they did not have that luxury.
Breath whispering across his face Harry nodded
shakily, and somewhat uncertainly. He was shaking
again, Lucius noted, equal parts fear and arousal.
It was a confusing combination at best. Dear
Lord, did the boy even know what two men did together
beyond kissing? Hogwarts didn't exactly have sex
education, and he'd been raised by Muggles. From what
he'd heard, they were a rather close minded lot.
Keeping one hand splayed across the small of Harry's
back to steady him, he dropped the fingers of his free
hand against the hardness between surprisingly long
legs. Harry jumped and he leaned in to kiss him again
and yes, he was pushing against him very slightly.
"Shhh" he muttered into Harry's his mouth. "It's
ok."
Harry was beautiful as he struggled against the
completely foreign sensations and emotions. Beautiful
but so wonderfully, awfully, innocent. Lucius
flattened his palm against him, pressing his hand
against the length of him through he fabric of his
pajamas. Innocent and hot, he amended, God.
"Lucius..." Harry whimpered and looked up at him.
Hunger, fear and confusion in his eyes.
"It's ok." He repeated as he pushed the pants off
slender hips and Harry wiggled out of them, helping to
get them entirely off.
Closing his long fingers
around Harry's hard length he leaned in closer to
nuzzle at his neck. Harry moaned in response..it
almost sounded painful to Lucius.}
Lucius slid his free hand up and back down Harry's
back, using it to guide him closer, and Harry buried
his face against the side of his neck. "You're
beautiful...." Lucius murmured.
Harry followed the gently guiding hand with a barely
audible whimper, shuddering hard against him when he
brushed his thumb across the tip of his leaking cock.
Lucius moved slowly, setting an easy rhythm, gentling
him with soft, light touches with his free hand.
Harry moaned against his neck, and began to absently
nuzzle at the soft skin there and Lucius shuddered in
return. Good grief, how could someone so completely
innocent and guileless be so utterly erotic?
He had to consciously restrain himself from thrusting
forward against him when Harry whimpered his name,
settling instead for lightly nipping at his neck.
His voice breaking Harry began to repeat him self,
saying his name over and over as shyness gave way to
need and he began to thrust into his fist, completely
lost in sensation. He was hot and wet and needy in
a way Lucius only vaguely remembered from his own
adolescence.
"God, Harry." He said and smiled at the strangled
groan that escaped Harry in response. Apparently
Harry enjoyed hearing his name during sex, or maybe it
was simple reassurance of a voice, an anchor in the
sea of the complete unknown. None the less he was
happy enough to comply.
"That's it Harry." he said softly tightening his fist
up further.
Harry was gone, shaking convulsively in his arms and
biting his neck as Lucius' other hand smoothed over
his sweat soaked back. He was so close, teetering, right
on the very edge. "It's ok. Let it go. Just let go.
Come for me Harry."
He did. He finally came with a near silent gasp,
muscles locking and then shaking, and shaking hard,
with his face hid in the side of his neck. Lucius
held him tightly, protectively, as he eased him down,
kissing him lightly, lips barely grazing his hair, the
side of his face, his neck.
The shaking wasn't stopping. His own arousal was
painful but he ignored it, at least for the moment.
If he had to, he'd take care of it himself, after
Harry was asleep.
He muttered a simple cleaning charm and then wove
those fingers into the sweat darkened hair at the nape
of Harry's neck, and gently, firmly, tipped his head
back to kiss him softly and
then look at Harry's face. His eyes were glazed when
they finally opened, and he looked dazed, confused,
and not quite aware just yet.
As the shaking gradually slowed to a stop he could
almost see Harry coming back from where-ever his mind
had flown, "Are you ok?" Lucius asked quietly.
"Yeah.", Harry smiled wanly, more than a little
embarrassed and uncomfortably aware of Lucius' own
evident arousal, "Um."
"I'm ok." Lucius said with a rare, genuine, smile.
Harry, however, had a very well developed sense of
fair play and that did not include leaving Lucius
uncomfortable. He leaned forward and lightly kissed
the older man and Lucius couldn't hold back the groan.
"Harry you don't have to do this. Really" he said
pushing him back slightly
"I'm sorry." He blushed and looked contrite "I
thought...I don't know what I thought, I'm sorry."
Shit. "No, Harry. No." Lucius said and tenderly
cupped his jaw in his hand and forced him to look up.
"You're beautiful and sexy and I want you, but you are
under no obligation to reciprocate."
Harry looked terrified again, but he was nothing if
not pragmatic, "I'm going to have to sooner or later.
Just...I've never done anything like this before so...."
he blushed again, a veritable whirlwind of emotion,
most of them conflicting.
A large part of Luius rebelled at taking advantage of him
this way, but he firmly squashed the guilt as he undid the
drawstring of his sleeping pants and shed them along with
his boxers one handed, keeping the other on Harry to reassure
the skittish young man. They had no choice, and they both
knew it.
Without a word he sat up and moved to the edge of the
bed, moving Harry to stand between his knees. Holding
Harry's gaze steadily he ran his hand from his wrist
to his shoulder and applied even, firm, pressure.
Harry understood, and panic flashed across his face,
as he sank slowly to his knees.
He tipped Harry's chin up as he stood, moving slowly
to avoid startling him. He carded his fingers
lightly through the unruly mass of hair one handed,
the other stroking lightly at the sweat dampened
throat. Harry's eyes widened in genuine terror, at
the sight of the his cock at eye level, and he bit
his lower lip.
"It's alright Harry." he said softly and Harry relaxed
very slightly, and looked at him, finally meeting his
eyes. Lucius stroked his cheek with the back of his
hand, and Harry's eyes closed, as his lips parted
slightly.
He had to stop when the wet heat surrounded him. It
had been too long. He froze, trying to regain
control, and brushed his thumbs across Harry's
cheekbones, soothing and calming them both. He nearly
fell when Harry began to tentatively to suck, drawing
him deeper into his mouth. When he opened his eyes
again Harry was looking up at him, with wide,
bottomless, eyes.
Lucius had to fight to keep his own eyes from rolling
back in his head at the sight in front of him. Had he
ever been that innocent? He doubted it quite
seriously. He instructed Harry quietly, figuring that
if this was going to be a regular occurrence, he may
as well let him know what he wanted.
Eventually, Harry seemed to catch the rhythm of it,
and braced himself by holding on to Lucius' hips,
short nails digging in, the slight sting more of a
pleasure than a pain.
He was loosing it. It was everything he could do to
hold back, not scare the poor child to death, but he
wanted to move damn it. He moved forward slowly and
steadily, until he hit the back of Harry's throat, and
groaned quietly.
Harry, of course, gagged and began to move back.
Lucius held him gently but firmly, not letting him go
as he retreated. "Relax." He ordered softly, and
Harry's eyes widened even further when he pushed
forward again, this time not backing off. Harry
swallowed with difficulty around the hard shaft in his
throat. Lucius could feel the tension radiating from
him, but Harry was still looking at him, green eyes
still locked with his, scared to death, but trusting
him.
He kept his grip firm, pulled back and pushed forward
again, still being careful, and checking his speed.
The trust meant more to him than anything, and he did
not want to hurt Harry. He felt almost overwhelmingly
protective and possessive, as he continued the slow
rhythm, pumping in and out of Harry's throat.
Finally he just couldn't hold back anymore and with
a low groan and a final, sharp thrust he was lost,
spilling himself down that hot, wet throat. He sank
back onto the bed, hand still tangled in Harry's hair,
his own hair hanging in his face. He pushed his hair
out of his way so he could look at Harry.
Shaking again, or still shaking, kneeling on the
carpet, coughing sporadically, "Harry?" he asked
quietly feeling guilty. This had been fast, probably
too fast. Harry looked up briefly before turning his
attention to the carpet again, as though the deep
burgundy pile was the most interesting thing in the
world. Lucius slid off the bed and settled beside
him.
"Are you alright?"
Harry shook his head silently. No, he was not remotely
near alright, Lucius realized. The bond was
stabilized and secure, at least for the moment, the
lust it had generated and amplified had faded and left
only overwhelming emotional turmoil.
Harry still wouldn't look at him and he honestly
thought his heart was going to break as he watched
the young man , sitting on his heels his head bowed,
tears dripping silently onto his hands.
Realizing Harry wasn't prepared to move; he reached up
and pulled the blankets off the bed onto the floor,
and man-handled Harry just enough to get him to lean
back against the bed and under the cover. His head
stayed down, and his eyes stayed shut and he cried
silently.
How long they sat there, Lucius had not the slightest
idea, but when Harry did eventually fall asleep it
didn't last long. He woke himself shivering violently
and with a look of intense resignation he looked at
Lucius. He just held out his hand and Harry
took it and then shifted closer, until he was pressed
against his arm, put his head on his shoulder, and
went back to sleep.
Eventually Lucius picked him up and put him in bed,
blankets and and joined him, "It'll be ok." He said
again, but this time he wasn't trying to convince
Harry. He was trying to convince himself.
The next day, after breakfast, Lucius retreated to a
safe distance, and gave Harry the space he could. He
was in the same room, and watched him surreptitiously,
but didn't approach or push. The boy needed time, and
while time was not something they had in abundance,
the intimacy from last night would keep the bond from
immediately pushing them back together.
So, for the most of the day he took care of business.
Sent one of the house-elves to bring Harry's books and
clothing from Hogwarts, sent owls to his son,
Dumbledore and Severus. Paid various bills and other
minor manners related to the running of a large home.
Sent the house elves out to pick up food. The house
was well equipped with a variety of Muggle
entertainments, and when Harry decided he was prepared
to leave these 2 rooms he'd have access to the CD's
and DVD's, as well as the grounds, house, and stables.
Finally, near dusk, he looked up from his work and
realized Harry had been sitting in the window, looking
out over the property without moving for several
hours. He still hadn't eaten, but Lucius wasn't
prepared to push as long as he keep taking in fluids.
It would be an issue soon, but it wasn't just yet.
"Harry", he said quietly, crossing the room slowly to
stand by him and look out the same window. The view
was truly spectacular from this side of the house. It
looked out over a broad vista of woodland as well as
the lake near the edge of the property.
He dropped a hand on the boy's shoulder, and felt him
flinch and then steady, "I know this isn't easy for
you Harry, but I need you to tell me what's going on
in your head."
Harry moved as though to stand, but Lucius stopped
him, putting his hands on his shoulders. He held him
facing out the glass that was slowly becoming
reflective with descending darkness.
He rubbed at the boy's neck reflexively, and Harry
leaned back into the touch like a cat seeking warmth.
Feeling the boy relax under his hands was surprisingly
gratifying. Snape had warned him that the bond would
affect his personality, at least in relation to Harry.
Make him, as the older, stronger, and dominant,
partner want to shelter, protect, and provide for him,
but the intensity of it was ... frightening.
Lucius Malfoy was not unkind, but he was also not,
under normal circumstances, patient or prone to
excessive 'coddling'. Yet all he wanted was for Harry
to be ok. The bond took two people, and in order to
ensure its survival, it had to make sure both parties
were alive and functional. This was apparently how
that manifested itself.
"My life," Harry answered, so long after the question
Lucius thought he wasn't going to respond, "The
future."
"Ah. Rather weighty material."
"Yeah, I guess. I mean the bond's just going to get
stronger and stronger isn't it? Eventually are we
going to be joined at the hip? Have to always be in
physical contact?"
Lucius shook his head, "No. The reason we need such
constant contact now is because the level of intimacy
is lower. Once fully realized we should be able to
move and work separately for several hours at a time."
"So, I could still have a job or something. Be alone
sometimes?" Harry asked meeting his eyes in the
window.
Lucius nodded, still kneading the boy's shoulders, "If
you'd like, though you must realize", he said sounding
bemused, "you have very little need to work, at least
for money."
Harry smiled wearily, "Yeah but everything else I'd
thought my life would be, when I bothered to think
about it, flew out the window. I'd kinda like to keep
this one for now if you don't mind."
"It's your life Harry. If you want to work, we'll
arrange something once you've graduated."
He paused breifly, "What was it exactly
that 'flew out the window', as you so eloquently put
it?"
"I dunno. I always thought I'd marry a nice witch,
have kids, the house with the white picket fence.
Hell even marry a Muggle, but have a normal, entirely
ordinary life. Get old, have grandchildren."
A terrible thought formed in Lucius' mind then, a
realization that shook him to his core and explained
why Harry was so shaken.
"You aren't homosexual."
Harry shook his head ruefully, "I don't know what I
was, but I certainly seem to be now."
Harry tipped his head back at the soft sigh from the
older man. "It's ok. I was having rather,frightening
impulses toward you before the curse. Didn't much care
for them, and they upset me, but they were there."
Lucius nodded slowly, "You know we can have
children. Such things are possible with a bit of
effort, for wizards. Not yet of course, you're far
too young, but if children are important to you..."
"No thank you." Harry dead panned, "Your son is quite
enough."
Lucius threw back his head and laughed. It felt good.
"Ah yes. You are, essentially, Draco's step-father.
That thought had not occurred to him when we left. I
expect he will find it..."
"Infuriating" Harry said, chuckling softly, "Poor
Draco. Eh, maybe we can just go straight to
grand-children."
Harry slid down from the window sill and turned to
face the larger man, and raised his hands to wrap
around Lucius' neck, tangling in the fine silken
strands. Lucius just looked at him searchingly, and
Harry rose on his toes and pressed against him to meet
his lips.
Lucius groaned and lowered his head. Harry met the
kiss without hesitation, opening to him like it was
the most natural thing in the world. There was no
lust, no urgency, just affection and warmth.
"I'm sorry", Harry said quietly, resting his forehead
against Lucius' chest, "This is all just... too
bizarre."
"I know. You've done quite well actually." he was
stroking the smaller man's hair lightly.
"Not really. Actually I'm not doing well at all. I
don't know what I'm feeling, and even if I did I
wouldn't know if it was me or this", he gestured
vaguely with a hand, without moving his head, "Thing."
"Does it matter?"
"Yeah it kinda does. "Do you know what the worst thing
about this is?" Harry asked and continued without waiting
for a response, "I have this bizarre desire to let you
take care of me, to just curl up in your arms and never leave.
I hate it", he finished vehemently.
"If it helps any, it's because of the Bond. The flip side is
I have a strong need desire to take care of you."
Harry snorted and rubbed his face against the wool of
Lucius' shirt, inhaling the sweet, slightly citrus
scent of him, "You're alpha."
"Perhaps. I could be persuaded to bite your neck and will
likely scruff you should you become overly insolent, but if
you expect me to demand you roll onto your back and piddle you're
quite mistaken."
He was rewarded with a faint chuckle before Harry went
on, "I can't let that happen. I can't just give up
my life and be an extension of you."
"I'm not asking you to." Lucius sounded decidedly
offended, "Please remember I did not ask for this
either."
There was a brief, not entirely comfortable, silence
before the older man went on.
"That does bring us to another point. You are welcome
here at any time, and of course will, by necessity,
spend much of your time here, but you are free to make
use of the house and grounds. I also had a suit
prepared for you today. Your things from school are
there now. You are free to come and go as you please
with two exceptions."
"What are they?" Harry asked meekly. This was the
closest to acting like him self he'd seen Malfoy since
this mess had begun and he was more than a bit
intimidated.
"You must keep up with your course work. Headmaster
Dumbledore has sent lesson plans from Hogwarts with
your books and other things. I want you to graduate,
and on time. It should be possible for you to finish
earlier, but I will not demand that, only that you not
fall behind."
Harry nodded, "Of course." It was reasonable. Hell,
he had no desire to graduate late, or worse-not at
all.
"The second condition is that you come here
immediately if you feel the need. Day or night, if
you are uncomfortable, or in anyway affected by the
bond, come to me."
Harry looked rather reluctant, or at least unsure, so
he continued.
"This does not affect only you Harry. I assure you
that if I am under the influence of my son's magical
mayhem, I will find you, but it is much more likely
that you will be affected first. If you become
incapacitated and I can not find you before I am also
incapacitated we will both, quite surely, die"
"Oh. I guess that does make sense. Ok then. "
"Good. Now, the house has a rather large variety of
Muggle technology. I assume you are familiar with it?
Good", he said at Harry's nod, "Draco can likely help
you with anything that gives you difficulty, but I am
afraid, for the most part, it is beyond my
comprehension."
Harry smirked. Draco helping teach him to play with
his toys, oh the irony.
"There are also riding stables along the northern edge
of the property and you are welcome to use them, but
please make sure you listen to the groom's
recommendation as to steed. You do not strike me as
an experienced equestrian."
"Hardly, but I've always wanted to ride."
"Well here is your opportunity. Do stay on the
grounds and close to the Manor until you are more
comfortable on horseback."
Harry nodded, "Anything else I should know, Sir?"
"Imp. Yes actually. I would appreciate it if you
would refrain from freeing the house elves. I assure
you would not find life here nearly as pleasant
without them."
"Jerk." Harry said fondly, "Dobby was at Hogwarts
because you sent him there and everyone knows it,
including Dobby."
"Yes, but my rage at being repaid for attempting to
warn you, while I tried to recover that blasted diary,
by the loss of one of my servants was quite real."
Harry snorted and paced about, "Can I see my rooms?"
He asked sounding very much like an eager school boy.
He hadn't seen much of the house yet, Lucius realized,
and now was as good a time as any to give him a tour.
He'd need to learn his way around or he'd become lost
or trapped in one of the wards.
They set off together, fingers loosely entwined as
they left the room, neither quite conscious of it.
Harry started the night in his own rooms. The house
was impressive, and he wasn't at all sure he could
make his way about without becoming lost, but they
were close to Lucius'. What had surprised him most
was that the entire house wasn't done in Slytherin
Green. When he had commented Lucius had looked at him
rather oddly, but hadn't commented. Lucius left him
with his nose buried in school work and gone back to
his own rooms and Harry had fallen asleep at his desk.
It was, of course, the bond that woke him, or more
precisely an intense headache with dizziness, and
nausea. Before he could even begin to look for
Lucius he'd stumbled to the bathroom to throw
up, and it was several minutes before he could get to
his feet, brush his teeth, and make his way unsteadily
down the hall.
Lucius was still awake, though it was quite late.
Something Harry didn't quite have the energy to be
surprised by.
Lucius glanced up from his work, and went to him
straight away, swinging him up and into his arms, and
putting them both to bed without preamble. At his
partner's proximity Harry's head began to clear a bit
and he snuggled further into the warmth and comfort of
the protective embrace.
"Why didn't you come here sooner?" Lucius asked, his
tone carefully neutral.
"Fell 'sleep." Harry muttered, around a jaw cracking
yawn.
"I can see that." Lucius said, with barely concealed
amusement.
"What time is it?" Harry asked, waking up.
"About 3:30."
"Why were you still awake?" there was a pause and then
Harry twisted to look up at the blonde, "You were
waiting up on me." he accused sleepily.
"Yes." Lucius admitted, before dropping his head to
kiss Harry lightly and immediately moving to nuzzle
along his jaw line, encouraging him to turn his head
and expose his throat, nipping sharply, and then
licking the pale flesh.
"Lucius?" Harry inquired.
Lucius looked up and met his eyes. "Can you feel
that?" He asked, and suddenly Harry could, indeed,
feel it. The bond between them was like a rubber band
stretched too tight, pulling, and ready to snap. "I'm
sorry." Lucius said softly, apologetically, "I know
you're not ready, but we have to do this.
We're out of time."
He'd been feeling a growing--tension, for most of the
evening, a pull from the bond, the need to finish
this. He had realized Harry wasn't yet, but knew he
would, feel the physical affects of separation long
before he himself would, so he'd left him. Giving the
boy as much time as he could, but waiting for him to
return.
Harry looked pale, but resolute, "Is it going to
hurt?" he whispered.
"Probably a little, at first." Malfoy answered
honestly, "The more relaxed you are, the less painful
it is, and the pain doesn't last long."
"Oh. Ok."
Harry dropped his robes and got back into the bed, and
lay on his back stiffly, staring at the ceiling. Lucius sighed,
took a moment to shed his own clothing, and then crawled back
in bed. The bond was urging completion, but with
Harry present the threatening nature of the tension
had receded, and was replaced by almost overwhelming
tenderness, and no small amount of arousal. Even
Harry was aroused, in spite of his trepidation, but
Lucius had no doubt without the bond he'd be simply
scared.
He splayed a hand across Harry's chest and brushed
lightly over both nipples. That he could do that at
all, much less easily, drove home, again, how small
and young Potter was. Bond or not this had to go
slow.
"You know", he said conspiratorially, "this really
isn't some Dark, Evil, Death-Eater form of torture.
Some people," He added with a falsely scandalized
tone, "Even like it."
The off hand comment earned him a crooked, shaky,
smile. Harry finally stopped looking at the ceiling
and glanced at his partner. "Isn't this strange for
you? I mean you haven't said anything at all, but
your choice in sexual partners can't be geeky kids."
"Very weird, and no, my sexual preferences don't
typically run toward children." Lucius admitted, "But
neither of us have any choice. I have no way of
knowing if it is the bond speaking or not, but I do
legitimately like you."
"I like you too." Harry said, turning onto his side to
look at him.
"Good." Lucius purred, and gently urged Harry closer,
"Now trust me." The last was very, very soft. The
words breathed directly into Harry's ear, causing him
to shudder as warm air wafted across his face.
"Good." Lucius repeated approvingly when Harry
relaxed and leaned into him.
For a long time Lucius simply held him, lightly
running his hands from shoulder to hip, over and over.
He started with just the pads of his fingertips
dragging across the smooth skin and then gradually
adding pressure until he was using firm, flat handed
strokes.
He stopped, leaving one hand splayed across the small
of Harry'd back just above the swell of his
buttocks and brought the other up to Harry's jaw as he
pulled back and leant down to capture the soft lips
with his own and bite lightly at the full lower lip.
Harry moaned into his mouth and opened eagerly,
thrusting his tongue into the older man's mouth.
Gods, he learns fast, Lucius thought, as he moaned in
response.
Without breaking the kiss, the older man gently
removed Harry's glasses, setting them on the table
behind him, and then insinuated one of his legs
between Harry's knees. The nudge of the boy's
erection against his thigh was encouraging to say the
least.
Harry immediately ground forward against his thigh and
his small hands tangled in his hair, pulling hard.
Harry broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against
Lucius' chest as he began to pant. A low whimper
escaped his throat and he pulled his head back and
looked up at Lucius with lust clouded eyes.
"Shhh." Lucius said, kissing his forehead. Normally
he'd stop and switch venues, but he wanted Harry to
come now, and take the edge off. Remove some of the
falsely amplified arousal.
He pulled Harry closer, pressing against him and Harry
came, biting down on his shoulder as sticky warmth
pooled between them.
After a quick cleaning spell Lucius rolled Harry,
still limp, over onto his stomach and poured a large
amount of oil onto his hands, straddled the boy's
thighs, and beginning to work at his shoulders. The
tension that had return when he was turned over began
to ease ,once again, out of his ithe frame under Lucius'
practiced hands sliding over his flesh with enough pressure
to force muscles to relax, but not enough to be painful. He used
perfect precision, so typical of Lucius Malfoy.
The hands continued their steady progress downward,
giving the same attention to Harry's round buttocks
but didn't linger. Instead Lucius shifted further
down and continued the sensual massage, down over
lightly furred thighs and calves before reversing
direction and continuing at the same pace.
By the time he'd made his way all the way back to his
shoulder's Harry was writhing under his hands,
thrusting minutely against the bed, and his own
arousal was becoming near painful. He ignored it. If
the bond had left anything unchanged, it was his
control.
He lifted his weight off the boy's legs and then
nudged them apart so he could kneel between them. All
the while he rested his hands on Harry's buttocks,
kneading the firm muscle, spreading the cheeks briefly
before letting go and then petting him in long slowly
strokes down his back and over the curve of his ass
several times before turning his attention back to
that delicious little ass, then stopping to pour
generous, almost ridiculous amounts of lubricant into
his hand.
Harry grew very still when he probed his cleft and
stroked lightly over the puckered opening. Lucius
rested a hand against his neck, in what he hoped was a
reassuring touch, as he pushed slowly inward. Thanks
to the amount of lubrication the digit slid in easily.
He could feel Harry tense against him, and froze once
he was fully inside and waited before beginning to
move, sliding the finger slowly in and out.
Once finger soon became two, and the tension lasted
just a heartbeat longer, but it wasn't until the third
finger that Harry seemed truly uncomfortably, a
strangled whimper escaping him. Lucius held his hand
very still but leaned forward and lightly nipped the
curve of one shoulder as he curved his fingers
slightly, lightly sliding across Harry's prostrate.
Harry thrust his hips forward involuntarily and Lucius
smiled. "Say hello to your prostate Mister Potter."
Harry couldn't form an articulate reply and didn't
even try. Once the muscles unclamped from around his
hand, and circulation was returned to his fingers
Lucius continued to stretch and manipulate his flesh,
rotating and spreading his fingers slightly.
When the fingers slid free Harry actually moaned.
He was close again, and he couldn't believe how right
it felt to be fulllike that. Never believed something that
sounded so...well gross, could feel so good.
When the head of Lucius' cock nudged against the
opening, he pushed back, very slightly. Lucius
wrapped an arm around his stomach, pulling his hips up
and into alignment and slowly, steadily, began to
breech the ring of muscle. Harry hissed and tried to
pull away from the pain instinctively, Lucius
tightened his grip. "Relax for me Harry." Lucius
purred in a voice a full octave deeper than normal.
Harry huffed out through his nose, forcing his body to relax
and accept the invasion, Lucius pushed forward again, moving
slowly until he was completely sheathed. He stopped to allow
Harry a chance to adjust, and for himself to regain control
before he started to, slowly, thrust. Shallowly at
first, then gradually deepening as the pace
accelerated. Harry got his hands under him and arched
upward into him when he leaned forward, bringing every
inch of his exposed back into contact with Lucius'
chest.
Lucius knew he was close, and he gripped Harry's
renewed erection in a still slick hand and began to
pump in time with his thrusts. No matter how
enjoyable this was no matter how earth-shattering
wonderful, it couldn't last. When Harry began to come
into his hand and his ass clenched around him Lucius
came, filling Harry with his seed, with
a low growl pushing itself from between clenched
teeth.
Utterly boneless with exhaustion Lucius collapsed,
rolling to the side and pulling Harry with him. Harry
muttered the cleaning charm and with what seemed to be
an extreme amount of effort rolled over so they were
facing one another.
The emotional reaction Lucius had feared was
non-existent. Harry looked completely debauched,
incredibly sleepy, and incredibly beautiful. More
importantly, he seemed content. Lucius himself was
relaxed and more at peace than he had been in his
lifetime. He felt something deep inside him settle
and fall into place.
Harry smiled drowsily up at him and wrapped a strand
of hair around his finger. Neither man spoke as they
drifted to sleep, Harry's hands tangled in Lucius'
hair, and Lucius' arm draped possessively over Harry's
waist.
2 months later
Christmas at Malfoy Manor rivaled Christmas at
Hogwarts for ostentatious decoration. Lots of
glittery lights and several huge trees. The most
notable difference was that while the house itself was
decorated in perfectly reasonable, and tasteful, color
schemes, the decorations were all green and sliver.
In defense of the houses decidedly Slytherin
decorations, but more importantly, in preparation for
being utterly surrounded by Slytherins, Harry had
worn his brightest, red robe, complete with Gryffindor
Gold.
Lucius and Harry were both waiting when their visitors
arrived. Severus and Draco had spent several weekends
here and the decidedly awkward situation had become
entirely mundane as they'd grown more comfortable with
Harry and Harry with them and the role he'd been
thrust into.
Snape raised an eyebrow at his choice of clothing and
Harry grinned wickedly before shouting "Oh Uncle
Sevvie!" and launching himself bodily at the man.
Snape looked horrified and backed away until he met
the wall. His prey cornered Harry grinned up at him
before taking his face between both of his hands and
kissing him sloppily on the cheek.
Snape was frozen, arms out to the sides, looking
completely and totally silly in his shock. Draco saw
his chance for retaliation on his Uncle's behalf, and
he took it.
"Oh Daddy!" He said stalking toward Harry. Harry
turned toward the blonde and slapped him soundly on
the back of the head knocking his blonde hair in his face.
Draco just grinned at him with a speculative air.
"What on earth is wrong with that boy Lucius?"
Severus asked his brother in law with an uplifted
brow.
"I'm sure I have no idea." The other replied, but
smiled slightly, looking to where his son and partner
were tussling good naturedly over the 'remote' for the
tele, tele, tele-thing-a-majig. "Does it matter?" He
asked more seriously.
Snape just shook his head. "No. I suppose not.
Harry's earned the right to be happy, as have you my
friend."
"Yes. It would seem my son's unfortunate accident
turned out to be not quite as unfortunate as we'd
anticipated."
"At the very least neither of you is insane."
"Are you quite sure about that?" Lucius asked,
nodding to the boys. Harry's hair was green, and
Draco's expensive, elegant, robes had turned an
atrocious red and gold plaid.
Snape snorted in mirth "I am never sure if they
are going to kill one another or not" Lucius admitted
"Not." Snape said. "You were an only child Lucius, I
was not so fortunate. They act like siblings."
Talk between them turned to political and professional
concerns and the younger men were left to their own
devices. Lucius was nearly flattened nearly an hour
later when he found himself with an arm full of
exuberant Harry.
"Problem?" He grunted, staggering backward and into
the wall. The boy was putting on weight. He'd
actually grown a couple of inches as well. Presumably
in response to a proper diet for the first time in his
life.
"Nope." Harry said kissing him soundly on the lips.
"Mm. Do I have to see this?" Draco teased. "I'd like
to be able to eat dinner." Without pausing for a
response he went on. "Harry got a bit dizzy. Didn't
know how much time you'd spent together today so I
herded the oaf over here. He's bad enough as he is, I
don't think I could stand an insane one." His tone
was acerbic, but he did look concerned
"We're doing fine Draco" Lucius assured his son.
"Though I am going to take Harry to bed." When Draco
rolled his eyes and glanced at his uncle who was
miming gagging himself Lucius turned on him. "Well we
could forgo the bed if you'd prefer. You know, go at
it on the parlor rugs."
"Bed, now!" Snape interrupted, clamping his hand
across Draco's mouth before he could say anything that
would be construed as a challenge.
"Thank you." Lucius smirked and nodded as he carted
his young lover out of the room.
"Were you really dizzy?" He asked quietly as they
entered their suite.
"A bit, but mostly I just wanted a break." Harry said
winding his arms around Lucius' waist. "And to wish
you Merry Christmas in private." he said just before
kissing the other deeply enough to take both their
breath away.
"Mmm" Lucius mumbled into his mouth, not quite able to
pull away when Harry held his hair like that.
"What did you say?" Harry asked, pulling back so the
blonde could speak.
"I said I love you"
"I know." Harry replied simply. "Always and Forever,
touching and touched." He said by way of explanation
when Lucius looked at him questioning his simple
acceptance. "I love you too."
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