Alrighty then! Here is chapter two. I failed to mention in the first chapter that this is going to be a rather short story. About six chapters total. So yeah. 8D

Also, when I first wrote this, it was about…5 or so months ago, and my style has changed a bit since then. So if it seems a bit different that's why.

Again, I didn't have this sent to Beta, so I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Word Count: 4,885.

Chapter two

As Harry made his way to the Gargoyle leading to Professor Dumbledore's office, a sense of anxiety settled into his stomach. He knew it had to do with Malfoy Seniors disappearance, but he also knew that Draco had his father's wand. Maybe if he was lucky, it had nothing to do with Lucius, and was probably about what was going on the Order, or his God-Father.

Just because he was able to kill off Voldemort during the Triwizards Tournament didn't mean his followers weren't running around causing havoc. Well, save for one Lucius Malfoy. Although the man was still a cold and calculating bastard, but Harry couldn't really blame him. He had a reputation to uphold and, he supposed he'd be a bit of a bastard too if everyone he once thought of as a friend was out for his blood. In a way they were both similar in the fact that Death Eaters wanted both of him and Lucius dead, but he didn't really think too much on that.

Once he whispered the password he walked up the spiraling staircase and was greeted to the sight of Dumbledore sitting at his desk with a smile on his face.

"Ah, Harry, come in, come in. Lemon drop?"

"No thank you Professor, You wanted to see me?" Harry asked, taking a seat in front of the desk, Dumbledore's eyes twinkling as he watched the cat in Harry's arms settle itself in his lap. Clearing his throat he leans back against his chair, his smile never leaving his face.

"Harry, it has come to my attention that Lucius Malfoy has gone missing. He didn't come in for dinner and no one has seen him since early this afternoon."

Harry's fingers rubbed along one of Lucius' pointed ears and raised a brow at the headmaster. "Okay… and this concerns me, how?"

"It concerns you because the cat you have in your arms was seen with Lucius Malfoy's wand."

"Um…"

"In fact, I'm quite disappointed that you didn't come to me with this information yourself Harry. Knowing that a Professor is missing, especially in these troubling times, is not something you should keep to yourself."

Furrowing his brows with a frown, Harry felt his annoyance starting to rise and he looked down at Lucius with a forced smile.

"Forgive me Professor, but, I went to Mal—Draco with the information first because it was his father's wand that Luci had found and I—"

"Luci?"

Shit.

Harry nodded. "Yes sir…I named the cat Luci—after Lucifer , not Lucius..."

Dumbledore blinked and took a lemon drop for himself. "Lucifer? Well that is interesting my boy but, I never said anything about you naming him after Professor Malfoy." Dumbledore said softly, his eyes twinkling brighter as Harry squirmed in his seat.

"Oh…right, sorry."

The headmaster gave him a smile before taking another lemon drop into his mouth. "Think nothing of it. Now, while it was responsible for you to give Draco his father's wand, you still should have come to me. We could have tracked Lucius down using his wand and could have helped him if he needed it. Now that his son has his wand, it is out of my hands to ask for it, seeing as how it is a family heirloom. All we can do is hope that Lucius will either turn up safely or that his son will be able to find him."

Harry's frown deepened, his annoyance making his eye to twitch. "Professor, no offense, but I'm sure Professor Malfoy can take care of himself, with or without his wand," Harry inwardly groaned, repeating Draco's words had left a strange taste in his mouth. "And I really don't think he would leave the grounds without it, or be kidnapped from the school grounds. You, yourself, have told me that the wards are impenetrable, Professor."

Lucius felt a sense of pride as he heard Harry speak for him. Puffing out his chest a bit he stuck his little pink nose in the air and looked down at the headmaster from Harry's lap.

Dumbledore was quiet for a moment before the twinkle reappeared in his eyes. "You are correct Harry. Still, I would like for you to keep that cat—I mean, Luci with you."

"Oh good god why?"

"I feel he might lead us to more clues as to Professor Malfoy's whereabouts, since he was able to find his wand, I have no doubt he'll be able to find something else of his."

Harry thought for a moment that the headmaster had lost his mind. Because what sensible person would let a cat be the one to lead anyone anywhere, let alone to Lucius Malfoy. But maybe he had a point, since Luci did find the man's wand he might be able to come across some other clues. Still, it was a shot in the dark to think a cat would come up with anything. Shaking his head, Harry sighed and looked down at the white-orange cat in his lap. Big grey eyes stared up into his and for a moment Harry could've sworn he saw the animal shrug.

"Alright Professor, I'll hold onto him." Not that he was planning to let him go anyway. "And you'll be the first to know if anything turns up." Harry said as he got up to leave.

Dumbledore smiled, laced his fingers together on top of his desk and leaned forward.

"Be sure that you do, dear boy."

Harry felt like he couldn't have gotten out of that office fast enough.

He liked the professor, he really did, but there were times when the old man got on his nerves. After years of having information kept from him and being trained to be a savior Harry's opinion of Dumbledore have gone from 'grandfather he never had' to 'crazy old man who won't leave him alone.' Even after the defeat of the Dark lord Dumbledore still kept information from him, and it bothered Harry more than he cared to admit.

As he finally reached the entrance to Gryffindor tower, Harry whispered the password and walked inside, letting out a relieved sigh when he realized he was the only one in the common room.

"Everyone must still be at dinner." He said to Lucius, walking to the boy's dormitory. Once there he placed Lucius on his bed and quickly noticed that there was no one else in the dorm besides himself. He smiled slightly, glad for the privacy as he undressed.

Lucius watched with an appreciative eye but swiftly turned his back to him after realizing he was practically drooling over a bloody kid! But he wasn't just a kid. He was Harry-fricking-Potter. The boy who lived, the young man who had been raised with the weight of the world on his shoulders and saw more than what someone his age should have. In a way, Harry was a man in his own right. And Lucius cringed at that. Man or not he was still illegal.

Still, it didn't hurt to think of the boy in another way…or maybe it did. Lucius wasn't exactly sure. His hormones playing a big part on what little morals he had and for that he was almost certain he was in heat.

Harry finished dressing and went to lie on the bed, being careful not to disturb Lucius but thought it better to actually lift the feline up and move the blankets before settling him down again. Sighing in contentment, Harry let his hands rest behind his head and stared up at the canopy, Lucius at his side. His fingers going softly over his spine in comforting strokes that he was sure was more for him than the cat.

"I don't know Luci; I'm actually kind of worried about Lucius. I mean, I know he's not exactly one to disappear and I can't help but shake off the feeling that something bad has happened to him, you know?"

Lucius tilted his head in response. He did know, in fact he knew all too well. Something terrible had indeed happened to him, but at the moment things weren't looking as bad as they had been previously. Still, he wondered what it was that the Potter heir could've felt for him that had him thinking about such things. Maybe he felt something toward him? It could be just lust, after all he was a Malfoy and they were known not only for their wealth but their wondrous good looks. Maybe Harry was the one that was in heat and he was just feeding off those feelings.

Lucius frowned in his own kitty way and rested his head against Harry's chest, purring softly to the sound of his heart beat.

"Well, I'm sure he'll be fine. Who knows, maybe he's laughing it up with some one in the Divination tower. Maybe he's got himself a girlfriend and just thought that leaving his wand would be a good way to keep people busy and out of his hair for a few days…"

Lucius let out an annoyed huff. He was a Malfoy, not a love struck teenager who'd do anything for a few moments of 'privacy.' And he certainly wouldn't just leave his wand somewhere for anyone to find as a joke. His humor was dark but it wasn't that dark.

Feeling the sudden change in Harry's attitude Lucius climbed onto his chest and watched him intently in his own creepy kitty way, his little pink nose nearly pressed against Harry's chin and his purring motor getting louder with every puff of air he breathed out.

With a large grin Harry gigged, his hands coming up to move Lucius back to his spot on the bed and turned onto his right side to face Lucius, his grin dimming down to a warm smile on his lips. And with one final kiss to Lucius' angled forehead Harry let his eyes drift close, blunt nails still working their magic behind his pointed ears.

"Good night Lucius…"

At that moment the feline wizard felt his heart skip a beat and his ears perk up. Had he heard right, or was it just a slip of the tongue? He wasn't sure. But he wasn't going to think too much on it. Even if it was anything more than a slip or just his silly little crush it was just that. Yes, that's all it was, nothing more, nothing less. Giving a slight sniff, Lucius curled his front paws underneath him and rested his head against Harry's pillow, his eyes slipping shut and waved off whatever unrealistic optimism he would've felt if the name he heard had been intentional. It was nothing, absolutely nothing.

…but even if it were, why was he feeling this overwhelming need to bite at the back of the boy's neck and rut against his blankets?

I'm definitely going to Hell for this.

PMPMPMPM

That morning had Harry yawning tiredly at his desk, the potion stained table he sat at smelling strangely of waffles and making Harry regret skipping breakfast. But he wasn't exactly in the mood to see his friends just yet, after that somewhat well conversation he had had with Draco the two other Gryffindors seemed hell-bent on getting him to talk. So much so that Ron had woken him up from a highly erotic and slightly disturbing dream involving a certain missing Divinations professor.

He wasn't sure what it was about completely but he had a feeling it had to do with a tail, a long furry tail. And that's where things got weird, but interesting. At least until he was shaken awake only to find, not Lucius looming over his bed but Ron. The embarrassment both boys felt when they realized the lump on Harry's lap wasn't his cat at all had them both going to bed with red faces and hushed apologies.

Stifling a yawn that threatened to escape Harry looked down at his notes for the class ahead and furrowed his brow when he noticed his new furry friend sitting on his parchment and lazily licking at his right front paw.

Lucius was completely aware of what he was doing but he didn't care, for some reason he wanted to bother the teen and thought it would also be a good way to get some extra rubs while he took his bath. He purred, feeling Harry's fingers scratch under his chin. If there was one thing Lucius had to admit too it was how he could die a happy man if it meant Harry would continue doing what he was doing with those talented hands everyday for the rest of his life.

Lucius let his mind wonder to the possibilities of what else Harry could do with those hands and this time, he inwardly grinned instead of shaking off the fact that Harry was still a minor.

Harry sighed when the bell finally rung and all the students gathered inside the room, some looking at him curiously and others ignoring him completely. From the corner of his eye he could see Draco had had about as much sleep as he did if the small bags under his eyes were any indication. He smiled, offering a little wave and chuckled when he received a small sneer in return.

"Just like Malfoy to keep up appearances, even when worried he still can act like a git." Harry said softly, moving Lucius from his notes and placing him gently on his bag under the table. "Stay here for now, alright? I don't want Snape coming in here and taking points off because somebody refused to relax in the dorm."

Lucius brushed off the pointed look sent his way and gave a little meow, rubbing up against the boys' shins before comfortably laying on his shoes.

It'll be a cold day in hell when Lucius Malfoy decides to willingly spend more time than needed in Gryffindor tower.

Hermione and Ron were nowhere to be seen and for that Harry was grateful. For a moment he had thought he lost his mind when he signed up for the intermediate potions class, but he seemed to have improved somewhat and Hermione was the one to nag him about how it would probably increase his chances at becoming an Auror and something about extracurricular actives, he wasn't sure.

Getting himself more comfortable, Lucius was just about to drift off to sleep when he was startled awake by the dungeon doors being abruptly open and slimming against the walls as Severus Snape walked in. His robes, of course, bellowing behind him and Lucius couldn't help the raise of his brow as he watched the potions master make such a theatrical appearance.

Once Severus was behind his desk, he quickly pulled out a piece of parchment seemingly out of thin air and looked down at the students from his nose.

"For those of you whose minds are able to soak up more than an ounce of knowledge, you'll know that we're going to finish our pain relieving potions." Severus said in his overly silky voice.

If it weren't filled with disdain Lucius would've probably found it attractive, but when the man wasn't talking to people in disdain he was looking at them in disdain and if he wasn't looking at them he was wishing he were somewhere else to brood or whatever it was he did in his free time. Although Severus had his moments, his dry sense of humor tended to be quite amusing.

Spelling the chalk behind him to write down what he said, Severus took out a quill and started scribbling something on the parchment. His face completely blank when he read the names out loud to be paired up, but Lucius could hear the slight amusement when he paired the best with the worst.

"Malfoy and Potter."

Harry groaned under his breath when he felt rather than saw Draco sit beside him. Trying to keep the somewhat reluctant friendliness going, Harry turned to the blond with a smile.

"You look like hell."

So much for the friendliness, if it wasn't for the fact that Lucius was warming his feet in the cold dungeon he would've literally put his foot in his mouth. But the reaction he got from Draco surprised him. He laughed.

"You aren't exactly one to judge Potter," Draco huffed, with a smirk on his lips and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes going over the list of ingredients needed for the potion. "But given the circumstance I think I'm allowed to look less than perfect."

"I…I suppose. So, I take it you weren't able to track down your father?"

"What was your first clue, the fact that I'm sleep deprived or the fact that there's a substitute running her gritty little hands all over my father's well organized stuff?"

Harry winced, that was a dumb question. Of course he wasn't able to find his father. Shaking his head he carefully freed himself from Lucius' weight on his feet and took a cauldron from the shelf next to their table.

"Are you worried?"

Draco rolled his eyes, helping himself to the ingredients that they needed from the supply shelf just a few feet away.

"Of course not, he's a Malfoy and Malfoy's take care of them selves. He's also a Slytherin, and if it's one thing we're known for it's self-preservation unlike you Gryffindors. He should be fine."

Harry sighed in annoyance, slamming the metal cauldron down with more force than was necessary he gave Draco a hard look. "Oh cut the crap Malfoy, Slytherin or not I know you must at least be somewhat worried for him. You're human after all, it'd only be normal if you were and it'd further prove my point in thinking that you're not completely made of stone."

"What the hell would you know? It's not as if-" Draco paused, and quickly turned back to the ingredients, staring at them with his lips pressed into a tight line. Who was he kidding? If anyone Harry was the one who knew exactly what it felt like to be worried over a loved one, especially someone he thought of as a father. But he wasn't going to admit that to him. Instead, he simply decided to start cutting the cactus root for their potion and kept his eyes trained on his work.

Starting the fire at a low heat Harry took what ingredients were handed to him and placed them in the pot, glancing at the blond every few seconds to see if he could figure out what he was thinking, but of course he has his infamous mask in place. Trying to read his emotions would be like trying to read brail. And even though a certain few could do it, he could not.

"I know you're worried, and I know you said that there really isn't a reason to be. And, you're probably right on that but, don't you think it'd be best to talk about it? Even a little? We aren't exactly friends, but I think it'd be best to at least let out a little bit of what you are feeling to somebody…"

"And who would you suggest I talk too about this, hmm?" Draco asked haughtily, peeling the tops of a few mushrooms. "Perhaps Dumbledore would be interested in how I'm feeling; certainly he cares enough for his students to ask, right? After all, he did a great job with you."

Harry frowned at that, stilling his stirring for a moment before the small nip at his knees from Lucius brought him back to the task at hand. He continued with his job on the potion, glaring at it. "Do you want my honest opinion?"

"I could care less."

Harry promptly took one of the dried up dragonflies and threw it at Draco's head, smiling when it made contact.

The blond scowled, dumping the minced mushroom pieces carefully into the cauldron and pinching Harry's arm hard. A small smirk slipping onto his face as he did so, strangely the odd truce that they had came too made the bickering that they did a little more…friendly. Or at least Draco thought it was some sort of truce, they were both involved in looking for his father in some way. Although Draco was still a bit unsure as to why Harry seemed so interested.

"Look Malfoy, all I'm saying is that it couldn't hurt to talk about how you're feeling. I'm not saying you have to go off and have a heart to heart with Dumbledore, or even me, but bottling it up only makes it worse. Believe me when I say that no one wants to see you go mental."

"You're not going to leave me alone until I say it, will you? Fine, I'm worried. I have no idea where my father is, and the last time I saw him he was staring intently into a teapot trying to read leaves! And then you show up with his wand in a cat's mouth. At first I thought that he had decided to go off somewhere incognito and have some illicit affair with some witch—"

Do they really think so lowly of me? Lucius thought as he listened in on his son rant and rave, finding it a bit amusing that both Harry and Draco had thought of such a thing.

"But, he's not that type of person. Like I said before, he never goes anywhere without his wand. I just…" Draco sighed, placing both his hands on the table and leaning forward, his usually gelled short blond hair falling into his eyes, in a the style that Harry had come accustom to seeing. "It's not so much that he just disappeared that bothers me. It's the fact that I think something might've happened to him. He always tells me where he's going, what he's doing, what's bothering him…"

Draco let out a breath, plucking the dragonfly wings and crumbling them into a bowl. His eyes distant but focused. He didn't look at Harry, he didn't need too. He was telling him more than he had ever told anyone besides his closest friends and he was a little unsure of what Harry might think. In a way it really didn't matter, since Harry's opinion of him was already pretty low, or at least Draco thought it was anyway.

"If you say anything to anyone about what I just said I'll skin you alive."

But just like the Slytherin he was he couldn't just let himself be completely vulnerable. Harry smiled, taking the bowl of crushed wings and sprinkling them into the bubbling potion, stirring counter clockwise.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Malfoy."

Draco merely hummed at that, watching to make sure Harry didn't mess anything up. He smirked when the potion turned out to be the right consistency and color.

"Looks like you're able to do something right more than just once Potter. That must be a record for you."

Harry sucked his teeth and glanced at Draco from the corner of his eye, his own little smile appearing on his face.

"And it looks like you're able to be civil for more than a few minutes at a time. And I know that had to be a record."

"Looks like you two are getting along. Is there something going on between you two that I should know about?" Blaise asked, seemingly coming from nowhere. He stood directly in front of them on the other side of the desk with a sly smile. "Should I be jealous? I thought I was the only one you whispered insults too."

Draco raised a brow at his friend, his ears tinting pink. "Fuck off Blaise."

Lucius' head shot up when he heard that. If there was one thing Malfoy's didn't do it was use profanities in public! He was a little ashamed just then, but remembered times when he was in school and few of the things he said to one or two friends he had. His language at the time would make a sailor blush. Still, it was his son and hearing him talk like he was made him a little uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that Draco was growing up, maybe it was the double implication the word 'fuck' gave off. Lucius hoped to all heavens that his son wasn't sexually active.

God don't let him be.

Blaise' smile widened, his brows wriggling in a suggestive manner as he looked from Draco to Harry.

"Well since you won't, maybe Potter would be interested in fulfilling that request?"

Blushing red Harry quickly looked away from Blaise' dark eyes to the ice gray ones staring up at him from under the table. And for a moment he thought he saw the cat glare before it changed to that of complete indifference.

Lucius smoothly stepped out from beneath the desk and jumped onto it, eyeing the cooling potion for a moment and turned his attention to Blaise.

"God damn it, Blaise…" Draco muttered, taking the small cauldron with both hands and carefully filling the small vial next to him. "Stop flirting with Potter and go do something productive!"

Lifting his shoulders to a shrug, Blaise turned to leave, his gaze on the orange and white cat on the desk.

"Alright, alright, I know when I'm not wanted. Just remember Potter, the deal is always open."

Draco sneered at Blaise and corked the vial roughly, his brows furrowed in annoyance and the slight pink on his cheeks turning more red.

"See you at lunch, Blaise!"

Lucius watched the black boy leave curiously, unsure of what to think of what had just happened. In some way he was happy the boy was gone and away from Harry, and in another he couldn't help but notice the way he stared at him, almost as if he were measuring him up or expecting some sort of reaction. Perhaps Zabini knew more than he let on. Still the jealousy that settled into his chest had him a little worried. And that's when it dawned on him and made him feel sick to his stomach.

…I like Harry Potter.

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