Hello Fellow Lucius/Harry lovers! It has been a ridiculously long time since I updated I know! But I had exams so don't shoot me! BUT there will be smut and an M rating change in the next two chapters possibly :D hope you like this chapter Sevvie will be in it :D oh and in case you hadn't picked up on it there will be Draco/Hermione (I know…painful I would rather have Harry/Draco but Harry can't have both Malfoys!)
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Severus Snape had long come to accept that when his blonde haired friend was troubled or wanted to whine about anything, he was the first person that Lucius came to. So it would be wrong to say Severus was surprised when Lucius flooed into his living room unannounced and uninvited at 1 am in the morning.
"Sev," Lucius called as he stepped gracefully out of the fireplace.
"If I was married, would you still proceed to waltz into my house?" Severus Snape's voice drawled from the doorway.
"Yes," smirked Lucius. "But I know that you won't be entertaining any women, other than possibly my ex-wife, who is in a long term relationship with Tom, so it wouldn't be that kind of entertainment."
Snape smirked. "Very true. I presume you are here to rant and whine about Potter?"
"You aren't at school now, it's Harry, and Malfoys never whine."
"Your son, Lucius, whines like a girl. I should know, I have the privilege of spending 8 months of the year with the boy."
"Why do you teach children again?" Lucius asked with a sigh.
"I have no idea. Now start your rant, I am brewing a complicated potion, and I have to attend to it at dawn. So you had better get this over with."
"Since you are insisting on being so blunt, I'll get straight to it. I want to tie Potter down to my bed and act out every fantasy I have ever had, but I don't think he would be too happy about that."
"No, and I don't blame the boy- that particular fantasy is a little…"
"Perverted, wrong, illegal?" supplied Lucius, as he sat with his head in his hands.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." smirked Snape.
"The boy doesn't hate me, but I think he is in shock. I don't want to get to the strapping down part and have him start screaming and running away from me back to Dumbledore."
"I don't think he will return to the 'light side' but he may run screaming" drawled Snape.
"He is so submissive; I don't want him to think he has to obey me like he obeyed Dumbledore. I want him to choose it," whined Lucius.
"You sound like your son. Why do you Malfoys feel as though I am the one you should turn to for your love queries? Have I ever had a significant relationship with a woman? Or man for that matter? No, but still you, Cissy and Draco all deem it necessary to consult me on these trivial matters." grumbled Severus.
"Sorry Sev, but I don't know how to handle this. It's Harry Potter, and I have some mad school girl crush on him!"
"Yes, actually, it is quite reminiscent of a school girl crush. Have you written Mrs Harry Potter all over your next report for Tom?"
Lucius turned his infamous Malfoy sneer on Snape. "I can't let Harry know about this…ever."
"Lucius, your ego problems are…illuminating."
"What do you mean illuminating? Stop being so bloody cryptic."
"What I mean is, you are practically in love with a 16 year old boy. But you are scared about your ego being crushed, so you aren't going to tell said 16 year old boy about your feelings, even though this particular boy is totally submissive, and has just had his own self esteem crushed, by not only the entire wizarding world calling him a liar, but also the people he considered family turning on him and planning to kill him. But in the convoluted mind of Lucius Malfoy it makes sense not to confess, and offer support for the boy. But probably to seduce him and have Harry Potter begging for it, but never to tell him the true extent of his feelings."
"Is there something wrong with that plan, Snape?" questioned Lucius.
"Apart form the major flaws I just pointed out…no."
"I can't just tell him. He's the same age as my son! To be honest there is probably more chance of Draco shagging Harry than me."
"If I were you, I would not have the urge to screw Potter, but if I did, I would seduce him, and then tell him."
"Severus, the thought of you trying to 'seduce' anyone is mildly disturbing."
"Look Lucius, just keep talking to the boy, get him to trust you. Then he should fall straight into your arms. Harry isn't going after you just for your name! He has enough trouble with his own name. If he falls for you, it will be because he likes you. Not because he wants to shag a Malfoy. If he wanted that he could have bedded your son, Merlin knows Potter is probably one of the few people in that school Draco hasn't screwed. But then the apple never does fall far from the tree," Snape smirked. Malfoy sneered back.
"Thanks Sev. See, this is why we all come to you for advice!"
"Now bugger off back to your mansion I have better things to do than talk to some blonde haired aristocrat with a crush on The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Lucius-Malfoy's-Sex-Toy"
"He is NOT just my sex toy. Now, goodbye Severus."
Lucius Malfoy disappeared into the fire place while Severus Snape stood and smirked at the blonde.
Lucius Malfoy was usually quite a patient man, years of serving an insane man, and being married to one of the Black sisters meant that he had perfected it into an art, for as Bellatrix had on reminded him, 'Narcissa is called Narcissa for a reason.' But at the moment he was pacing his bedroom like a caged lion. Yet his incessant pacing had not woken the room's occupant who was lying unconscious on the bed. Sighing in frustration Lucius left the room and went to stand outside. How could he be doing this! He was Lucius Malfoy, the Ice Prince, king of sneering and smirking. Yet he was standing outside his own room, waiting for a 16 year old boy to wake up so that he could continue to talk and stare at the boy who had him so infatuated. Lucius stamped his foot, life was so unfair. Malfoys always get what they want. And he would have Potter strapped to his bed begging for him if it was the last thing he ever did. Lucius smiled as he thought of what a pleasant way that would be to go.
"Sorry, do my eyes deceive me, or did I just see the great Lucius Malfoy stamp his foot? Throwing a hissy fit, father? I thought that was Aunt Bella's forté," smirked Draco as he walked towards Lucius.
"No, Draco, merely expressing my anger and displeasure."
"Why has Potter not shagged you yet?" sniggered Draco.
"Don't be so crude Draco. Harry is sleeping and I am waiting for him to wake up."
"Well, if I were you father, and I had Harry sleeping in my bed I would kick him out of bed onto his knees an—"
"That is QUITE enough Draco! I do not want to hear your thoughts on what our guest should or should not do."
"I am just saying you should make a move. Harry will probably surprise you."
"But I don't want him to feel pressured."
"Oh god father you have it bad! What happened to the Malfoy Motto! 'Screw first feelings later'."
"This time it's different! I care about Harry."
"Well, talk to him then. It's what you told me to do about Hermione, and it worked. So follow your own advice!"
"I will, when he wakes up."
"Now will you stop pacing and join me for breakfast?"
"Very well." With one last glance back to the closed bedroom door Lucius went down to the Dining Room with his son.
Harry woke up to find the room empty. Slightly disappointed that Lucius wasn't waiting for him to wake up, he went to shower.
The water running through his hair and down his back, allowed him to clear his mind. The past few days had been the strangest he had ever known. He was now sleeping in Lucius Malfoys bed, surrounded by people he thought were his enemies, and his so called friends wanted him dead. Harry was so confused, and didn't know what he wanted. His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. Harry wrapped a towel around his waist and went to answer it, expecting it to be Lucius checking up on him. For a man who was supposed to be a sneering heartless bastard, the man was touchingly caring. Harry opened the door, but was surprised to find Charlie Weasley outside his door. Harry was abruptly pulled into the older man's chest.
"God, Harry I came as soon as I heard what happened! I swear I knew nothing about this, how could they do this to you?!"
Once Harry had re-inflated his lungs, he smiled at Charlie.
"Of course you didn't Charlie, I doubt Fred or George knew either, or Ginny. Bill I think probably did. But I never doubted the rest of the family for one minute. But how did you get in? Did you speak to Lucius?"
"No, I have access to the wards, I had a….'thing' with Draco for a while…and he never took me off the wards."
"Ahh…how are you? Is Romania treating you well?"
"I'm not here to talk about me Harry! I want to know how you found out, and what happened and…Well, everything!"
"Fine, but once I've told you, you have to promise to distract me with talk about dragons and Quidditch, I just want to forget for a while…." Harry looked down at the floor, and played with the top of his towel.
"Sure I will," replied Charlie as he pulled Harry down onto the bed to sit beside him.
"Can I put some clothes on first?"
"Oh…err, sure," said Charlie uncomfortably, who was actually quite enjoying the sight of Harry's Quidditch-toned chest.
Harry put on a pair of dark jeans, and a white short sleeved t-shirt he sat down next to Charlie on the bed, and told him everything that had happened since he had overheard Ron talking to his mother. But he didn't tell Charlie about the growing nature of his relationship with Lucius- it somehow did not seem right. Harry had real feelings for Lucius, and he wasn't ready to let anyone know about those feelings yet. A man like Lucius wasn't likely to return those feelings properly anyway.
Harry had always admired Charlie, and he thought it was probably down to the fact that his best friend -ex-best friend, Harry mentally corrected himself- had always idolised his older brother. But in the summer of his fifth year, Harry had gotten closer to Charlie, as he had been posted to 'watch' Harry throughout summer. Harry liked the older man's company, and they had a lot in common. Harry had always liked the way Charlie looked at him, as though he was special, and when Harry spoke, Charlie listened like whatever Harry was talking about was the most interesting thing in the world.
The conversation had turned to Quidditch, but Lucius Malfoy calling Harry's name out as he walked into the suite interrupted their trivial argument.
"Glad to see you are awake Harr—" Lucius saw red hair and a freckled face and immediately drew his wand.
"Get away from him now, how dare you think you can speak to Harry after what you have done to him!"
"Luc, relax, it's Charlie! He didn't know anything about Dumbledore's master plan!" Harry stood up and walked towards Lucius, who grabbed the smaller boy and pushed him behind his back.
"I don't want you to get hurt Harry, and that family are untrustworthy," sneered Lucius.
"Lucius, he won't do anything! He came to see how I was."
Lucius lowered his wand, and brought Harry into his chest, holding him protectively. He leant down and whispered in Harry's ear.
"I don't want him to hurt you."
"I get it, but he isn't going to betray me."
"Very well then, but tell me, Mr Weasley, how did you get in?"
"I can get through the wards, I errm…" Charlie went bright red.
"He had a fling with Draco," supplied Harry helpfully.
"Ahh, so you were Draco's mystery red head," drawled Lucius, raising an eyebrow in distaste.
"Yes, so Draco never blocked me from the wards."
"Oh well, please have a seat," said Lucius, his ingrained pureblood politeness taking over.
Charlie glanced at Harry, but Harry was looking up at Lucius hopefully. The older Malfoy, however, did not miss this glance, and the unmistakable desire behind it.
"Harry, I will just be in the sitting room, I have a floo call to make. I will join you in a moment."
Lucius closed the door behind him, and sank down to the ground with his back against the door. Charlie Weasley had clear designs on Harry….his Harry. This couldn't happen. Harry was vulnerable and unprotected. Lucius was the knight in shining armour, with even shinier hair. He was what Harry needed. What Harry did not need was more Weasley scum letting him down, and pushing him into doing things he did not want to do. Lucius would have to try and keep Harry away from Charlie, and show Harry that Lucius was exactly what Harry needed. Lucius opened the door, and strode across the room to where Harry was sitting on a chaise lounge with Charlie sitting in an armchair, chatting animatedly about dragons and Romania. Lucius sat down next to Harry and gently pulled him down to rest his head on Lucius' chest. Lucius ran his hand through the boy's tousled black hair, curling a piece round his index finger, as his other hand traced lazy circles on the white clad chest. The gesture screamed ownership, and Lucius's faced cemented his intent. The look in his eyes read, 'He is mine, you can't have him.'
Charlie stopped speaking to stare incredulously at the sight before him. The Boy Who Lived, lying on his arch-nemesis' right-hand man's chest, enjoying the attentions being paid to him. And Lucius Malfoy staking ownership on the golden boy. Charlie did have feelings for Harry. He loved the idea of being able to have him totally, and that when Harry was upset or hurt, Charlie would be the one Harry turned to. But looking at the scene in front of him, he realised that he would have to fight for what he wanted. And his opponent would be Lucius Malfoy, who would no doubt be willing to go to hell and back to achieve his own ends.
Harry was oblivious to the war raging between the two powerful men sat around him. He was too distracted by Lucius's movements. Harry liked Charlie, as a brother, and Lucius- well. He didn't know what he felt for Lucius. He was the father of his school rival. But Lucius was special, he treated Harry with respect, but wasn't like all the other people in his life who either tried to just control him, or tried to please him all the time. Lucius was just the right mix. He was a dominant presence, but didn't control Harry. Harry liked Lucius. But unbeknownst to him Charlie also had ideas about him and Harry. Harry was about to be in the middle of another, very different war.
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Oooo plot twist!! I thought adding Charlie into the mix would shake things up a bit. But don't worry this is still very much a Lucius/Harry fic!! Dearest Lucy just needs a kick up his perfectly toned backside!!!
Review my lovely readers!! Or Lucius and Harry will be forever doomed to be with Ginny and Narcissa…now that's better than ANY threat!!!!
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Beta's Note: I had to edit this as she cruelly MOCKED Lucius….apparently Lucius needs more facial expression,and Harry needs more personality :D Ahhhh she will never understand Lucius/Harry…I fear she is a lost cause!
