Well, thank u very much everyone. I do love having reviews, and I'm pleading for more.

mrs. justenbeeebir123

Yep, I know it's weird...I was just thinking about what a young Lucius Malfoy would be like oneday, and suddenly this odd fic was born. I'm glad you like though.

sun sinangel

Cheers for the review. The characters will get more association as the story goes.

moonsnite

Thanx for the review. I'm trying to keep the happy and cute form as long as possible, however Harry's task is really not a happy one.

Declaim: The characters all belong to J.K. Rolling and the Harry Potter series. I solely write the story for fun/fan with no intention for any monetary gain.

Pairing: Harry and Lucius (rare pairing. DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ. KEEP YOUR EYES SAFE.)

Rated T for later association

Under the dazzling light, names started to show up on the map. Potter quickly scanned the names around, feeling bored. Filch along with Mrs. Norris walked around the corridor like they always did. Professor McGonagall headed back from the classroom to her own quarter. Professor Slughorn was still inside the lab. He even saw a name of a Hufflepuff student remaining steady in the boy's loo without moving a single bit for a long time, probably suffering constant constipation.

He felt bored and irritated, trying hard to keep his eyes sticking to the names which made no difference to his task. Merlin, he wished he could quit. His own self was nearly twenty years old for goodness sake. Why on earth should he be in for this hide-and-seek type of game?

Suddenly, an unexpected name jumped out of Slytherin House in this unusual late evening, and attracted his full attention. 'It can't be Lucius Malfoy!' He suddenly felt the god had actually heard his mind talking. Here came the chance and he couldn't miss it.

With an unconsciously sneaky smile slowly formed on his face, Potter ran to where the name showed with full speed. He followed the name with non-stop, until he found himself standing outside the hospital-wing. 'Is the brat sick?' He grabbed the cloak of invisibility from the inner pocket of his robe and got himself covered. From the map, he could be sure that Poppy was not in there, so the young Malfoy didn't get into the room for professional medication support. Or maybe the boy did need one healer, but not knowing anyone was there. But after a glance at the watch, Potter eliminated the possibility. It was too late already, surely the blond snake knew the mediwitch wouldn't be in the healing quarter.

Potter quickly hid behind a stone pillar when the door opened again and the pale blonde quietly walked out on tip toes. The Malfoy heir looked around as if to make sure there was no one here before double-checked the small bottle of potion gripped in his left hand. That was when Potter decided to step out from behind the post.

'Good evening, Mr…Malfoy? May I ask the reason why you are hanging around in the corridor this late in the midnight?' Potter asked in a steady voice but forgot to hide the hatred for the adult version of Lucius Death-eater Malfoy properly, which made his voice sound haughty and vicious.

'I…' , the young wizard was obviously frightened for a second and couldn't form a completed sentence, but he quickly set himself back to the proper noble form with a tight grip. 'I'm sorry, sir. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. I will go back to the house instantly. ' The boy finished the sentence with a nod to show the respect. 'Can I leave now? I swear it wouldn't happen a second time.'

Potter glared at the blond boy in front of him, whom seemed calm and well-controlled from either the expression or the voice. However, when he moved his glance to some lower part, he noticed that the boy's hands were tightly gripped into fists and were slightly shacking. He did scare the boy somehow. Then he turned the sight back to the silver blue eyes and the hatred in his heart slowly softened. This boy was not the Lucius Malfoy he knew, not yet, or possibly never would be. The blonde now standing before him was only a new first year kid, who was trying hard to keep the family's reputation by not showing too much improper emotion in front of a stranger. He had known Draco long enough to understand the Malfoy family rule. It must be very difficult for a scared child to control himself just because he was the heir of an old pureblood noble family. The boy was only eleven-year-old for lovely Merlin's sake.

He sighed and made sure the voice and emotion were both well-controlled before asking, 'May I have a look at the stuff holding in your left hand before I let you leave?'

Visibly, the boy shivered. His face went paler if possible. The silver eyes of his slightly filled up with trepidation. He lowered his glaze and hesitatingly opened his left palm to reveal a glass bottle with green liquid-a healing potion for burns and bruises. The young Slytherin bit his lower lip, saying nothing.

'Are you hurt somewhere?' he asked in a calm voice, being as kind as possible.

The blonde nodded then shook his head, avoiding the eye contact. Then he carefully looked up, pleading could be found in the silver blue eyes. 'Will you take points?'

'Well, I don't know. Probably I should, considering that's my duty.' He shot a glance at the boy, not surprised to see the boy being all nervous again. 'Or maybe not this time, if you answer my question. Now, tell me, what do you need a healing potion for? Are you hurt? If so, why don't you go and see Madam Pomfrey?'

'I…because I don't want anyone know. With the right potion, I'm capable enough to get it sorted.' The boy looked down, 'I can put the potion right back if you like. Would you please do not take the point? Otherwise everybody would know…please' Malfoy nearly lost his self-control.

'How did you get hurt? Fallen down to the floor? Potion accident? Tricks played by housemates?' but the young Malfoy simply kept shaking head. Then Sirus's comment about Abraxas Malfoy suddenly got into his mind, 'It's not a family issue, is it?' and this time, the boy remains silent and steady. 'Are you sure you can handle it by yourself?'

The boy nodded, 'I've handled it before. '

'Listen, I will let you go this time. But if it ever happens again, I may have to take points from you. 'He made a pause there, and steadied his voice to make it sounds more comforting, 'Keep the potion, go back to your room and rest.'

'Thank you, sir.' The boy bowed and started to walk away.

'Wait.' Then he saw the young Malfoy turned back with full alarm. 'Here's the deal, remember to inform me about how it goes on and we'll both forget what happened tonight. No point will be taken. As a prefect, I have the obligation to reassure students' safety. I'll see you around.' He saw the blonde smiled and nodded.

Good, now he began to like prefect's duty.

TBC

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