Chapter Five
A Meeting in Hogsmeade
It was the morning of the January Hogsmeade weekend. Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast whilst discussing their plans for the day. Harry had just broke the news that he would be remaining in the castle to work on the egg. Or at least that's what Harry told his friends. Hermione seemed very pleased with his idea not to go to Hogsmeade this weekend. Ron seemed confused as to why Harry was missing out on getting sweets and out of the castle.
'I told you Ron I'm staying behind to focus on cracking the egg,' Harry said.
Harry focused on the cereal before him rather than lying to his best friends. Harry hated lying to his friends but he doubted that Ron especially would ever forgive him if he was aware of Harry's affair with a Malfoy! Hermione might be a little shocked and tell him off for endangering himself by sleeping with a known Death Eater but Harry couldn't care less.
Harry had tried on more occasion than once to stay away from Lucius but every time the Portkey letter came Harry would always end up returning to Lucius' bed. It was insane but it was just something that Harry needed more than Harry could quite figure out why. He was finally able to get rid of the stress that his life as the Boy Who Lived, his abuse and the fear of death that Voldemort brought.
The two men had agreed to meet that weekend at a private establishment just off of the main street of Hogsmeade called Le was why Harry had told them he was staying here to work on his egg so that Harry could sneak off to fuck or be fucked by his lover. Harry had wondered briefly if Lucius knew anything about the second task but quickly vetoed that idea.
Harry's relationship with the Malfoy Lord was not based on words or god forbid trust. No it was based on sex and not much else. Not that Harry minded in the least although most of the rest of the world would mind. He knew that Lucius had wondered and questioned him about the scars that littered his body but Harry had refused to answer any questions.
Harry didn't want his lover to have anything over him and his home life was definitely that and much, much more. Not even Ron and Hermione his best friends in the world knew of his home life and that was the way Harry wanted it to remain. It was sad that his lover was about the person he trusted the least after Voldemort. Not that Harry trusted anyone much.
The Dursleys had beaten that into him. Harry's primary school teachers didn't help by refusing to believe what Harry was saying convinced that he was lying. What five year old from a happy home could possibly fabricate being beaten and starved Harry did not want to know. Then to find out that Albus Dumbledore his hero was the one who placed him there made Harry's trust plummet again.
'But you have loads of time,' Ron moaned.
'Only a month,' corrected Hermione.
'Thank you Hermione,' Harry said quietly.
While Harry was speaking to his friends he continued to fight the guilt that had arisen by lying and using his friends like this. The problem was he was just too good at manipulating people like this. There was a reason after all that the Sorting Hat had wanted Harry to be sorted into Slytherin. The fact was that Harry was as manipulative as any Slytherin when he wanted to be.
One had to be a little manipulative to survive when you grew up abused because of your very existence. Harry shook his head being guilty wouldn't help any nor would dwelling on the past. Harry wouldn't change his affair so why bother with the morality of lying to his friends when he really should be focussing on the fact he was sleeping with a married man with a son older than him.
'Bring me back sweets,' Harry said.
'Oh there's this new sweet…'Ron began rattling on.
The two Gryffindors hadn't even realised that Harry had purposely changed the subject while making it seem as though Ron was the one who had changed the subject onto sweets. Hermione shook her head at Ron and took a book out as she continued to sight fondly exasperated. Harry nodded at the right moments but he didn't focus on what it was that his friend was saying.
Just half an hour later Harry was once more under his Invisibility Cloak running down the tunnel to Honeydukes. He still had a few hours before he was due to meet Lucius. Harry was planning on buying new clothes he was sick and fed up of "borrowing" Seamus' clothes whilst he wasn't looking. Harry knew that Gladrags Wizardwear was the local clothing shop.
Harry slipped up the stairs to where lots of Hogwarts students were milling around wanting to restock their supply of sweets and chocolates. Harry had to be careful where he stood so as not to alert anyone of his presence because he may be invisible but you would feel it if Harry stepped on you. Harry noticed Ron and Hermione filling their bags with sweets. Strange Harry wasn't aware that Ron had that much money. Maybe Hermione was going to pay for him Harry thought until he caught their conversation.
'I'm so glad that Potter decided to stay behind,' Hermione was saying.
Harry reared back at this oh so revealing sentence completely devastated at the betrayal that was folding before his very eyes. This was supposed to be the girl he thought of as a sister referring to him as only by last name like she was glad to be away from him. What was going on? He looked at Ron expecting his first friend to stand up for him and was completely appalled at the fact that the red head was nodding in agreement.
'I'm actually surprised he had the common sense to try and work on the clue,' Hermione said scornfully.
Harry felt the fury rise up under his skin as shocked hurt gave way to anger. This was supposed to be one of his best friends who were speaking about him as though he was a dimwit. Okay he didn't have the same analytical brain as Hermione but he was smart. Harry remembered being beaten for doing better than Dudley in school and to this day refused to do his best out of fear.
If Hermione had ever taken a look at the real Harry Potter she would be shocked. Harry Potter the quiet, rash, brave, heart ruling his head was little more than an act to keep his fans off of his back. The world would be shocked if they realised how much of the so called Boy Who Lived was just a facade designed with them in mind. Hermione would be shocked if she realised how wrong she was about her supposed friend. And now Harry Potter was going to find out the truth about his supposed best friends.
'I thought he was going to tail along with us,' Hermione moaned.
'I hate it how he does that,' Ron agreed.
Harry's heart dropped at Ron's apparent hatred of him. He had at least hoped that Ron would be on his side. Harry had been his friend first well before Hermione or so Harry had thought. Ron had claimed that he hated Hermione. Was that a lie too? What else was? Harry didn't want to hear anymore but he was frozen in place forced to hear every word of the betrayal that went deeper and deeper.
'I had hoped that Dumbledore had made it impossible for him to come,' Hermione groaned. 'If it hadn't been for Black and your brothers. Why did they give him the map?'
Harry's heart dropped if possible further at the idea that Fred and George could hate him too. Fred and George, funny, cool, casual, Fred and George couldn't be betraying him too could they? Harry didn't think his heart could take any more betrayal from those that he had thought of as family. Harry had never wanted Lucius more than he did in this moment.
Ron snorted, 'because they like him,' Ron said in a disgusted tone. 'And actually want to help him. It seems that mum and Ginny are the only sensible ones in our family. Even Bill and Charlie who have only met him once are loyal to the Boy Who Lived,' Ron sneered.
Harry wasn't surprised by Ron's jealously. Nor was he surprised that Ginny who practically hang off him (or tried to) had a hidden agenda beyond fancying him. No what surprised Harry most of all was the fact that Mrs Weasley who was like the mother he never had was in on whatever this was. He was glad that the rest of the family liked Harry for Harry rather than anything else.
'If only we could kill him now and get his money,' Ron said sharply.
Harry held in the gasp that was about to escape but it was a close call. Harry had always known that Ron resented being poor but he'd never have guessed that he was willing to go as far to murder someone he supposedly cared for in order to get one measly trust vault. And the way he said kill him now made it obvious they were planning to kill him later.
'We have to wait until the right time,' Hermione said softly. 'Until then we can continue to use the money Dumbledore got from his vaults.'
Harry froze up at this shock flooding through his veins. Harry had vaults in plural. Why the hell had nobody told him? Of course all his friends were in the employ of Dumbledore. So Dumbledore was behind this. Harry was furious with Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley. He know finally understood why Lucius was on the dark's side.
'Come on let's take these to the till,' Hermione said.
'Good that without Potter I don't have to pretend to be poor,' smirked Ron.
The two moved off to the counter with Harry staring after them with undeniable fury on his invisible features. Harry was frozen in place unsure what he could say or do to these many revelations. Harry's whole life was tumbling down around him as his life fell apart. He had no one to trust except Lucius. Now that he could no longer trust the Light his thoughts turned to his lover.
It went against everything Harry was to confide in anyone but Harry needed to confide in Lucius. Harry knew he needed help if he were to escape from under Dumbledore's oppressive thumb. Harry wasn't sure what he was going to do about this new found knowledge but he knew that he needed Lucius' knowledge of the law and the Ministry and his opinion on the Dark that he only knew from the Light.
'Those fucking bastards,' hissed out Harry causing several of the surrounding third years to jump.
Harry couldn't stay there any longer so he ran out of Honeydukes still under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak. Harry ran down the length of Hogsmeade tears of anger and betrayal still burning in his eyes. Harry had completely forgotten about his idea of going shopping for a new wardrobe to lost in the pain of betrayal from those he had cared about most.
Le Mystique came into view. It was like the rest of the village made out granite stones. There was a large mahogany sign with dark pink writing saying the Le Mystique. Harry ran up the stairs to Room 6 where he knew Lucius had booked. They had arranged for Lucius to leave the door open so that nobody would question why Lucius Malfoy and Harry Potter were meeting up in a private hotel room.
Lucius had been making himself comfortable in the room as he waited for his young lover to arrive. He hadn't expected Harry to come straight away having to shake off the Weasel and the Mudblood. Then a blob of black ran at him and began to kiss him and tear at his expensive robes. Lucius had no idea what had happened but Lucius could tell the boy was sad.
Soon the two were naked on the bed. Lucius was on top of Harry. Then the blonde man was in him. Harry groaned and was able to forget the whole issue with Ron, Hermione and Dumbledore even just temporarily. It was just Harry and Lucius. If anyone had asked a few months ago that Harry had taken comfort in the blonde man he would have laughed in their face.
Soon it was all over way too quick for either men's liking especially Harry who had hoped to forget the betrayal for a bit longer. The two were panting as Harry rolled over on his side. He couldn't bear to look at Lucius even though he needed the man's opinion on things that he had been denied any knowledge of by the manipulative people who had surrounded him. He could feel Lucius' glacial grey eyes on his back.
Lucius propped himself up on one elbow and watched Harry roll over so the boy was no longer facing Lucius. Lucius was concerned with Harry's actions this afternoon. He wasn't the same person as usual. Lucius began to trace a few welts that were scattering his lover's body. Harry instinctively leaned into the touch. Lucius couldn't smirk at how their precious beacon of the light was with a death eater.
'Mister Potter,' Lucius said seductively. 'My, what has got you in such a state? To let your walls fall so dramatically.'
'I have no idea what you are talking about,' Harry said pride getting in the way. 'Nothing has happened,' Harry lied. 'The question is why do you think something has happened?' Harry asked easily turning it around on his lover. 'Why dear Lucius do you actually care about me? What happened to your Pure-Blood upbringing now?' Harry mocked.
Lucius just rolled Harry over and pulled the young man over to him fixing him with that piercing silver gaze that made any walls of Harry's crumble into a million tiny little pieces. He sighed knowing that his lover would get it out of him one way or another. Harry resolved that he'd give Lucius answers to the questions he needed his way rather than any other way.
'I was betrayed,' Harry sighed. 'I had told my so called friends,' Harry said scorn lacing his words, 'that I was taking advantage of the quiet common room to figure out the egg.
Lucius' eyebrows shot up at this remark about his friendship with the Mudblood and the blood traitor. According to Draco the famous Golden Trio were inseparable and their friendship unshakable. Lucius had heard enough of Draco's jealous remarks that Harry had chosen the Weasel over Draco enough. However, according to Harry things weren't as golden as the papers made out.
'So called?' queried Lucius.
'Yeah,' Harry said bitterly.
'So the Golden Trio not so golden,' smirked Lucius.
Harry growled, 'fool's gold,' he muttered darkly.
'Who was the fool?' questioned Lucius. 'You? The Weasley?' questioned Lucius hopefully. 'The Mudblood?'
'Me,' Harry admitted.
'You?' asked Lucius.
Lucius couldn't deny that he was surprised at this. From what Lucius knew of the Harry Potter he had seen the boy who lived was far more Slytherin than anyone had ever suspected. The idea that someone had pulled something on him was shocking but apparently they had betrayed him in some way or another. Lucius doubted it was anything small for Harry to be distraught enough to let all his walls crumble.
'I can't see the Weasel having the brains to pull something over on you,' sneered Lucius.
'If Dumbledore,' Harry said the name with a hatred that surprised Lucius, 'was the one who orchestrated the whole thing?' questioned Harry.
'That would explain a great deal,' Lucius admitted. 'So what has our dearly esteemed headmaster done this time?' smirked the Malfoy Lord obviously meaning the opposite of what he said. 'Is it enough to convince the sheep to turn against him?' questioned Lucius hopefully.
'I hope so,' muttered Harry darkly.
'Do tell,' Lucius encouraged.
'I had told Ron and Hermione that I was going to be working on the egg today to explain why I wasn't joining them on the Hogsmeade weekend,' Harry began.
'So the details of our sordid affair,' smirked Lucius. 'I wonder what Arthur's son would say to know what his best friend was up to with a Malfoy,' pondered Lucius.
'Considering he's getting my money for being my friend I don't think it would matter,' Harry snapped out glaring.
Lucius blinked a few times absorbing what he was being told. Lucius had fought it was some childish feud about the fact that Harry would not be spending the time with Weasley. He hadn't expected anything like this. The idea that a once Noble family who generations ago was blackmailed out of their title, seats, and money by his Mudblood whore.
In fact that was where the Malfoy-Weasley feud had started. Lucius' great aunt had been due to marry Arthur Weasley's great grandfather when the man lost everything to the Mudblood he was having an affair with. It all came out later. Both the Weasleys and the House of Malfoy were disgraced by what had happened so much so that the Weasleys became known as blood traitors and Lucius' great aunt was unable to marry by association.
It didn't surprise him that the blood traitors were now thieving from the Ancient and Noble House of Potter although it disgusted him. If Dumbledore was involved in this then it could sway his little lover from the so called Light. Harry had always been a Slytherin in denial. It wouldn't take much a push from Lucius to bring Harry over to their side and save his life should the Dark Lord find out about their affair.
All Lucius would have to say was he wanted to seduce the Light's golden boy over to the Dark side and all would be forgiven. And with the Dark Mark growing stronger every day Lucius needed something to offer his Master in return for losing the diary and deserting the Dark Lord in the time of need. If Lucius showed the Dark Lord that the prophecy child was no longer a threat to him and would be a great ally with all that unsculpted power that Lucius could feel brimming under the surface of Harry's alabaster skin that would be the perfect bargaining chip.
'I was invisible,' Harry continued.
Harry wasn't sure whether or not to reveal the details about the Invisibility Cloak to Lucius considering how rare it was even for an Invisibility Cloak. Harry had read a lot about Invisibility Cloaks when he had inherited it from his father because it was a tie to the father he had never know. Harry had been shocked to know that a cloak like his had never been heard of apart from folk lore.
'You have mastered disillusionment at the age of sixteen?' questioned Lucius.
Lucius knew many Death Eaters and Aurors who had yet to master that particular skill. And here was a sixteen year old boy who had yet to even sit his OWLs casually admitting he could Disillusion himself. Lucius had known the boy was powerful but had been under the impression that the boy had not done anything with all that luscious power that oozed out of every orifice.
'Sure,' Harry said quickly. 'Well I was passing Honeydukes when I heard Ron and Hermione. I froze not wanting them to realise I was here.'
Lucius smirked at his, 'of course not.'
'Hermione was telling Ron how glad she was that I had decided to stay behind and Ron was nodding in agreement. Hermione seems to think I'm really thick just because I don't think that classes are the be all and end all,' Harry said bitterly.
'What can you expect from a Mudblood?' questioned Lucius in disgust.
'Lucius,' Harry said warningly. 'Anyway then Ron started going on about how I tailed after them when it has always been them who have basked in the glory of my unwanted fame.'
'You don't want your fame?' questioned Lucius.
What Harry was saying was completely contradictory to what his son and Severus had always said in regards to Harry Potter. Lucius knew that his son was jealous of his lover and Severus hated all things Potter but not so much that they'd not see the real Harry Potter underneath. Apparently Slytherins could be rasher than Gryffindorish at times when their personal pride and grudges were thrown into the mix if Severus and Draco were anything to go by.
'I certainly do not,' Harry bit out angrily.
'That comes as a surprise,' Lucius admitted.
'Yeah well I don't let most people in,' Harry admitted sadly thinking of the two people he should never have let in. 'Then I heard them talking about stealing my money and plotting to kill me for my money,' Harry said bitterly. 'At least I know they're not all in on it. Only Ginny – no surprise there, crazy, stalking bint,' Harry muttered darkly, 'Ron – whose always been jealous of me, Hermione – is in love with authority figures, and Mrs Weasley,' Harry shook his head. 'She is the one who I can't understand - she was always like a mother to me.'
Harry felt a lot better just to get all of this off his chest. He could still feel the pain and the fury coursing through his bloodstream but with Lucius here and still being in the post coital bliss he felt a lot better. What they had said had hurt like hell but it was easier. Harry just hoped that his Slytherin wasn't going to use this against him. Harry really wished he trusted people more but he just couldn't and as today had proven he was right not to.
'Molly Prewett,' mused Lucius.
'Was that her maiden name?' questioned Harry.
'Indeed,' Lucius agreed.
'You would have gone to school with her,' Harry remembered.
'She was the Gryffindor Prefect when I was in first year,' Lucius said. 'She was Dumbledore's girl from day I first saw her. Hated me because my father was on the Dark faction. She was disowned soon as she began courting a Weasley,' Lucius said sounding very happy with this. 'None of her child have been invited back into the family,' smirked Lucius.
'She hasn't changed,' Harry said bitterly.
'She hated Slytherins,' Lucius said.
'Something she passed on to her son,' Harry said. 'The first thing Ron told me was that all Slytherins were evil. Like he can talk; thieving, lying, traitorous, jealous, scumbag, blood traitor,' Harry drew a deep breath. Then he turned to Lucius, 'this is your fault,' he told him.
'How is it my fault?' asked Lucius.
Only Lucius Malfoy could manage to look affronted and aristocratic whilst lying naked beside a sixteen year old school boy younger than his son. Harry could only marvel at how Lucius managed to pull off the cold aloof Pure-Blood Lord so easily. Harry had to settle for innocent, slightly stupid and incredibly underestimated by friends and allies alike although those lines were now blurring thanks to Lucius.
'I would have never called anyone a blood traitor before our … association,' Harry retorted.
Lucius couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at Harry's choice of description for their affair. Only Harry James Potter could sum up their affair with that one word. Lucius couldn't even say that Harry was wrong because they were associating - just very closely. Harry of course being Harry Potter just rolled his eyes at the older wizard looking completely calm.
'Disgusting phrase,' muttered Harry darkly. 'I don't know why you consider those less than pure and the poor as lower than you. It's prejudice. That's what it is. You have no idea how many times I've heard my mother referred to as such. The Muggle world moved passed such prejudice a century ago. Yet we are still stuck in the dark ages. It's people like you-'
'You think that's what blood traitor means?' questioned Lucius.
'It doesn't?' questioned Harry. 'That's the problem with having no real friends. They've kept me in the dark about so much that you take for granted.'
'Blood traitor is the name for someone who has turned their back on our traditions,' Lucius explained.
'The Weasleys did that?' questioned Harry. 'What did they do? Is it something do with the feud? Ron never told me what happened. They weren't in the right were they?' sighed Harry.
'My great aunt Capella Malfoy was due to marry the current Lord Pellinore Weasley,' Lucius began.
'You're related to the Weasleys by marriage?' asked Harry in surprise. 'Since when the Weasleys Lords? If they were you'd think they wouldn't have to steal off of me,' Harry said angrily. 'Wonder what Ronald would do if he found out that,' Harry smirked his very Slytherin smirk.
How Lucius had come to love that smirk that bespelled the boy's devious, Slytherin nature. Lucius who was normally cool and in control couldn't control his actions at that devilish smirk. He slipped his pale hands over Harry's body causing the boy to shiver slightly. How responsive the young Potter was. Lucius lowered himself down trailing kisses over the boy.
Lucius couldn't believe that he had ever thought that blow jobs were demeaning. To bring his lover as much pleasure as Lucius was used to taking from his various interests. It was easy to say that Lucius' relationship with the Boy Who Lived was unlike any of his past dalliances. Not that Lucius was upset at this no Lucius was perfectly content with the way things were going.
Lucius swallowed Harry's hot fluids and cleaned the boy off before raising himself back up to meet dilated pupils set in emerald eyes. Lucius and Harry shared a hot demanding kiss fighting for the dominance that they both craved. This time it was Harry who finally lost the battle submitting to Lucius' invading tongue. Finally the two broke apart gasping for air having forgotten to breathe through their noses in their passionate embrace.
'What was that for?' questioned Harry.
'You're irresistible,' murmured Lucius. 'And all mine.'
'Oh I don't know about that, Mr Malfoy,' Harry said seductively. 'I like to think that you're all mine.'
'A Malfoy belongs to no one,' Lucius said haughtily.
'The haughtiness doesn't really work when you've got my cum around your lips,' laughed Harry. 'So where were we?' questioned Harry.
'Asking about the Weasley lordship,' Lucius said as though he hadn't stopped the conversation to give Harry a blowjob.
'Well?' asked Harry.
'Just before their bonding it suddenly came out that a Mudblood-'Lucius began.
'Lucius,' growled Harry. 'That's a horrible word. They are born with magic, too. They have as much right to a magical education as anyone else! Whether you like it or not Lucius Abraxas Malfoy!'
'They risk the exposure of our existence to the Muggle masses,' Lucius retorted.
'That's your problem with Muggleborns?' asked Harry surprised.
'They are bringing Muggle beliefs and our traditions are being lost,' Lucius sad in disgust.
Harry frowned but said nothing, 'I still don't like the word. So continue what happened?'
'It turned out Weasley's whore, Frea Keitch-'began Lucius.
'As in Randolph Keitch?' questioned Harry. 'The Falmouth Falcons player that Ron was going on about,' Harry sighed sadly. 'He invented some sort of charm. Hermione told us about it.'
'The Keitches are regarded as the lowest of the low in Pure-blood circles,' Lucius said contemptuously. 'To steal seats rather than obtain them through deeds, blood or marriage.'
'So that's were your hatred of the Weasleys came from,' murmured Harry. 'I always thought that they just hated you because of your association to Voldemort and their association with muggle-borns.'
'The Mafloys have detested the Weasleys for a long time,' corrected Lucius.
'I see that now,' Harry murmured.