DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Plot inspired by various fanfics, including but not limited to those by Maeglin Yedi and the fanfic "If thine enemy'.
May be OOC though I'm trying to prevent that if I can.
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- thoughtsDouble spacing - changing POV (Harry / Lucius / narrating)
[…]- Lucius' point of view
Harry stared at Lucius' disappearing back and sank back against the bed. There was no need to pretend now that he was gone.
Harry closed his eyes against the raging headache caused by overwhelming stress and shock. Not that it's not justified. After all, he had just been captured and kissed by Malfoy, learnt that the Death Eater wants to screw him and is going to have dinner with him later. All this in little more than an hour no less.
This is just too unreal.
"This is a dream, a horrible nightmare. And when I open my eyes, I'll be home." Harry repeated over and over again in his mind.
He opened his eyes slowly, hoping against all hope.
Nope. No such luck.
He sighed resignedly.
Ok I'm deluding myself.
Harry got up and walked to the windows, but could not see much of the manor's grounds as the night had fallen. He briefly entertained the thought of breaking the windows and escaping, but quickly dismissed it as foolhardy. Who knows how high his room is. Besides, the windows must have an unbreakable charm on them, magic protecting the manor. Which lead him to think of…
Darn! I don't even have my wand.
He cursed himself for his stupidity in leaving his wand behind though he could not have known that Malfoy was going to kidnap him. But what good is a wizard without his wand?
He walked around the room slowly, fully taking in his surroundings for the first time since he woke up. The large four-poster bed dominated the left-hand side of the room, flanked by polished oak bedside tables. A huge walk-in wardrobe lined the right wall and a door opened to the side, revealing a luxurious bathroom, completed with a marble bathtub and gold plated taps. Several large and very comfortable looking armchairs and couches were arranged around the fireplace, with shelves of books situated to the left, lining the wall.
Nice…
he thought, but a gilded cage nonetheless.Pacing the room in frustration, he finally came to a stop in front of the wardrobe. Looking through its contents, he found shirts, turtlenecks, drawstring pants, slacks and various other clothing that looked to be about his size. He glanced at his own clothes, big baggy shirt that seemed to hang off him and ragged jeans which were sweeping the floor, making him look smaller and more bedraggled than he was, practically drowning in those clothes.
He grimaced at the thought of going down to dinner in his present state of dress. It's hard enough having to face Malfoy and keep cool without being further put down for his awful clothes.
Making up his mind, Harry went into the bathroom and stripped off his dirty clothes. He relished the cool water that rained down on him, clearing his mind. After the quick shower, he wrapped the towel around himself and walked to the wardrobe. Running his hands through the fine material, he selected a green cotton turtleneck and black drawstring pants.
Just as he finished dressing, a 'pop' from behind made him turn sharply. He relaxed slightly as he saw the house-elf. It looked nervous and squeaked, "It is time for dinner sir. Master wants you to go down. This way, sir."
Combing his hair with his hand in an attempt to make it look neater, he followed the house-elf down the dimly lit corridor, turning at various points before they finally reached the entrance of the dining hall.
"Master is waiting inside, sir." The house elf then bowed and disappeared with a soft 'pop'.
It was huge. Harry's eyes widened as he saw the long table in the center of the room, chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. Priceless paintings and other artworks decorated the walls. Then, at the head of the table sat Lucius Malfoy. The silence was oppressive, and he felt distinctly uncomfortable crossing the long distance to the end of the table. It seemed that the sound of his steps echoed far too loudly to his ears.
Lucius' eyes swept over Harry appraisingly, taking in the turtleneck that molded to his body and the black pants that hung comfortably from his hips.
[The green turtleneck goes well with his eyes, he thought appreciatively.]
"Good evening Harry. Do sit down." It was clearly a command by his tone.
Seeing that Harry was unmoving, Lucius stood and pulled out a chair for him, the faked gallantry unnerving, coupled with the veiled threats in his eyes.
Looking at him suspiciously, Harry sat down after a moment's hesitation. Lucius smiled slightly at his compliance and took his seat.
"I see you have made good use of the clothes provided." Lucius said conversationally.
"Yes. I didn't think it prudent to dine in my… original clothes." Harry replied. More like rags, he added silently.
Just then, food appeared magically on the table.
"I hope you like steak." said Lucius pleasantly.
Steak? What is this? A candlelight dinner with Malfoy? And why is he being so nice?
Harry was baffled and could not figure out what was going on.
First, he kidnapped me. Then, he kissed me. After that, he threatened me. Now he's being nice?
But Harry said nothing and his face showed none of the confusion he felt, instead, he cut a small piece of steak and cautiously put it into his mouth, chewing slowly.
Lucius watched him in amusement and drawled, "Afraid I'll poison you?"
"I wouldn't put it past you to try." Harry said calmly and continued to eat.
Lucius decided to tease him a little. "So why are you eating?"
"Well, I figured I wouldn't be here right now eating dinner with you in such a romantic setting if you'd wanted me dead."
Lucius stared at him for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. He silently applauded Harry's wit and performance. "Very good, Mr Potter. You would have made a good Slytherin."
"I'm sure the sorting hat agrees with you, but I chose otherwise," said Harry carelessly. The sentence was deliberate, calculated to throw Malfoy off guard.
[Lucius was surprised by this admission and eyed him thoughtfully. Now, things made more sense. His composure and reactions for one.
A Slytherin is as a Slytherin does. And Harry hadn't exactly been acting Gryffindor-ish since he was here. There was no foolhardy actions or blatant attacks, verbal or otherwise, that broadcast his intentions for all to see, as was typical of a Gryffindor.
The blank mask designed to hide his thoughts, his carefully worded replies, his calm composure giving nothing away…
Yes, definitely a Slytherin. This is going to make things interesting…
]"Pity, I'm sure you would have learnt more in Slytherin."
"No doubt about the Dark Arts." Harry muttered.
"Slytherin isn't all about the Dark Arts, it is also about cunning, and the fine art of… managing people. Though it also helps to know what you are fighting against. As they say, keep your friends close, keep your enemies even closer." Lucius leaned back in his chair and watched Harry under hooded lids.
Managing people?
He scoffed inwardly. More like manipulating people."Is that why you're keeping me close?" Harry asked archly. It may seem like flirting, but beneath that innocuous question is a ploy to get more information.
Lucius looked at him sharply, debating how to play this game. "Perhaps."
Harry lifted his brow, "Perhaps?"
[Lucius met his inquiring gaze, the green eyes that were so compelling but he refused to give in to them. Harry would not know his reasons until he chose to reveal them. It will give him an advantage over the boy, keep him in suspense. A bit of fear might work to his favour in 'persuading' the boy, and the uncertainty will leave him dangling and frustrated.
Leave him to assume what he will.]
"Yes." was all he said, not giving any more information.
"I see." Harry went back to eating, cutting and spearing the steak with a bit more force than necessary.
Damn Malfoy. Now I don't even know what he wants. Well, he did say he wants to fuck… no. He was just scaring me. Was he?
The left over food and empty plates automatically disappeared when they finished their meal. Harry just sat back in his chair and looked at Malfoy pointedly, wondering what they were going to do now.
"Yes?" Lucius was waiting for Harry to make the first move, preferring to observe first before showing his hand.
Is he being deliberately dense or what?
"We're done with dinner. If there's nothing else, can I go home now?" Harry asked politely.
"Why would I let you go after going through so much trouble to capture you?" Lucius looked amused at his request.
At least it didn't hurt to try.
Harry shrugged. "Why then did you capture me?"
"I wanted to own this famed wonder of the wizarding world." Malfoy's eyes had a strange glint, something that Harry can't quite identify.
"You can't keep me here forever." Harry was drumming his fingers on the table, knowing that it was not all.
"Indeed. But I can still own you in the most primitive way known to man." Lucius smiled, deceptively pleasant, but the smile never reached his silver-grey eyes.
Harry tried to suppress the shudders that ran through him. It wasn't that he was adverse to having sex with males, in fact his own preference leaned towards his own sex, but that was not the issue here. The issue was that Malfoy wanted to use sex to break him, to brand him, to bend him to his will, and ultimately own him. It was base and underhanded, despicable and manipulative, and…
Not to mention the fact that this is Malfoy we're talking about, for goodness sake!
"You're out of your mind." Harry stated blandly and got up from the chair, walking out. Footsteps followed and Malfoy's longer strides caught up with him just as he was about to reach the wooden closed doors.
Lucius grabbed Harry's upper arms and spun him around to face him, backing him against the door, effectively trapping him between his body and the door.
"Let me go." Harry struggled against Lucius' hold but his grip only tightened.
"Not until I am appeased." Lucius gave a feral smile, one of a predator ready to strike. And he kissed him. Hard. It wasn't like the ones before, soft and gentle, teasing and pleasure. This was hard and brutal, punishing and demanding. Demanding that he yield, demanding his response.
Harry went limp and stopped struggling. Lucius was surprised by his lack of protest at this assault on his person.
But there was no yielding without a fight, no satisfaction in the easily conquered.
He pulled back and narrowed his eyes.
Both were breathing unevenly.
"I didn't think you would give in so easily." Lucius taunted.
Anger flared in Harry's eyes at the implication that he was weak. He calmed himself and studied Malfoy carefully, trying to see the man from a detached perspective.
Light glinted off his silky blonde hair, highlighting his sharp nose and patrician features. His fair skin was slightly more tanned than Draco's and he had a nice physique. Plus the long slender fingers still gripped his upper arms. He was just a little taller than Harry, a suitable height in Harry's opinion.
Harry considered once more before making his move. Lucius is good looking in his own way, and sex with him might not be all that unpleasant. And may be, just may be, he could use Malfoy's interests in him to his advantage.
"I believe a room and a bed is more comfortable for what you have in mind." Harry said coolly and slipped out of Lucius' arms, shocking him into silence as he exited from the room.
Lucius followed. "And where do you think you are you going?" he demanded, trying to regain control over the situation.
"Why, to bed of course. I thought you wanted to." Then Harry continued walking, recalling the way back to his room.
Lucius was stunned at Harry's calm acceptance and even active role in what was supposed to be his seduction.
"Aren't you coming?" Harry called innocently over his shoulder.
[What the hell…?]
But he followed.
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OOC means out of character. Erm, I will try, but may need some help seeing as it's my 1st slash fic.KC
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A/n: I don't really like this chapter and it's not up to my expectations, but I don't want you all to wait too long so here it is. Hope I didn't disappoint anyone and that it isn't too badly done. If you think it's really bad just review and tell me, plus suggestions on how to improve and I'll rewrite it to make it better… hopefully it'll be better...
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