Yay for writing fan fiction in maths class!
It's turned out a little different to how I wanted it to go, but I needed to make the change to be able to get all this to work.
Hope you enjoy this, it's quite long! XD


~Could this be out of line?
Could this be out of line?
To say you're the only one, breaking me down like this…
You're the only one I would take a shot on.
Keep me hanging on, so contagiously. ~
So Contagious – Acceptance.


Harry sat at the back of his History of Magic lesson in his usual place. Bored out of his mind, he started doodling on a spare sheet of parchment whilst letting his thoughts wonder to Lucius, who had spilled is heart on the table for him. He said the three magic words Harry had never heard directed at him before.

"I love you."

Harry's heart swelled when he thought back to that moment when the man kissed him in the back of the bar. Instead of a tongue invading his senses and mind, he felt some kind of other magic with the blond man…was it…could it possibly be-?

"Harry!" hissed Hermione next to him, cutting off the boy's train of thought. "Pay attention! Do you want to fail your O.W.L?"

Harry glared at her playfully but decided it was best to try and put Lucius out of his mind for a while, and pay attention to Binns.


Harry sat up in bed, propped against his pillow, examining the Marauder's Map on his lap with his wand lit and curtains drawn. It was quite late, but he felt wide awake and decided to try and tire himself out somehow. He was watching the dot representing Mrs. Norris pause to sniff something in the third floor corridor, and then stalk off again. Then he saw someone who he thought shouldn't be on the map. But then again, it made his heart leap and want to follow it.

There was a dot labelled "Lucius Malfoy."

How was this possible? Wasn't Lucius banned from entering the school? Even though Harry wasn't entirely against Lucius now, should he be worried?

But then, there was a fleeting desire to run after the man and follow him.
Harry looked carefully at the minute Lucius, who was leaving Dumbledore's office. Maybe he had permission? If he was in Dumbledore's office, it had to be good, right? He was heading for the entrance hall, no doubt leaving.

Harry remained in bed tonight, but next time he saw Lucius, he was going to follow him.

It was only lucky he was tired.


For the next week, Harry kept an eye on the Marauder's Map, hoping to spot the older Malfoy again or at least get a letter from him. But he had to be careful – Ron and Hermione were becoming more and more suspicious at the unknown person Harry was communicating with. Harry had tried telling him he was just talking to Sirius, but using Hedwig very often would almost give away his position.

Harry wanted to write a letter, he really did, but he found it slightly awkward to do so.
Instead, he waited for Lucius to write to him.


He didn't have to wait very long.

The next morning he woke up with a tapping noise on his window. It was the same bird that had given him all his previous letters from, no doubt this was Lucius's owl.

Harry quickly unfurled the letter and read

Harry,
I have been seeing Dumbledore recently and I've been allowed to replace the current empty position as Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. I'm now spying for Dumbledore to feed him information on the Dark Lord. Please keep safe, I will be meeting you sooner than you expect. Wednesday afternoon, I believe?
Take care, my love.
-Professor L.A. Malfoy.
Harry wasn't sure whether he was excited or nervous about this new piece of information. He knew he'd be seeing Lucius tomorrow at the breakfast table, and then be having a lesson with him in the fifth period!

Take care, my love.

There was still care in his heart for Harry, but he still felt this little…relationship was going too fast. But then again, he found this position could be quite convenient.


Everyone was silent as they entered the classroom the next afternoon. True, everyone now knew that a Death Eater was taking the empty place as the new Defence teacher.

Even though Lucius hadn't entered the classroom yet, everyone seemed to either be in fear, or in shock of how a traitor could have fooled Dumbledore so easily.

Then a sudden *BANG* alarmed the students, as Lucius burst through the classroom door.

He seemed to be in a little bit of a huffy mood, though he looked around room. He, like Snape and
McGonagall, had the gift of keeping everyone silent by not doing anything.

"Good Afternoon," he said in a silky sneer, "I trust that this term you've had a range of teachers try and cover for the empty place of this position, but I will be taking the place as Professor now. I was offered this job by Professor Dumbledore due to my knowledge of the Dark Arts. Anyone who wishes to slack in this class will suffer my…displeasure."

Everyone seemed to be entranced by him, his daring for the dangerous job…

The only time anyone spoke was when he called the role. He seemed to cover up that there was something going on between him and Harry very well, he treated everyone the same – like idiots.

"We will be focusing on a re-cap of unforgivable curses today." Lucius said to class after he called the role. "Can anyone tell me the unforgivable curses and their effects?"

Harry, Hermione, Neville and a few others raised their hands.

"Very well, Granger?" He said somewhat annoyed.

"One of the unforgivable curses is the Imperious curse. A curse which the caster, or offender, has total control over their victim's body and actions."

"Copied almost word for word out of Illegal hexes and their crimes, but no matter, you are right."
Lucius said, moving to the chalk board and tapped it with his wand and the chalk magically scribbled notes about the mentioned curse. "The Imperious curse does give you total domination over one's body and actions, copy those notes down unless you feel superior enough to pass your O.W.L exam.
Can anyone tell me the other two?"

Hermione's arm punched the air, and Neville raised his hand.

"Longbottom?" Lucius said sniffily.

"The, uh, the Cruciatus curse, sir. It's a torture curse." Neville stammered nervously.

"A five year old would have told as much, but yes. Indeed, the torture curse." Lucius tapped his wand again on the board and more notes appeared.

"The final one?" Lucius asked.

Harry decided to answer that one.

"Potter?" Lucius sneered. "I didn't think there was an ounce of knowledge in that famous head of yours, but no matter. Can you name the final curse?"

Harry was almost downright shocked, but he ignored the snide remark and said "Avada Kedavra. The killing curse."

Lucius rolled his eyes and said "Well, of course you would know about that one, Potter. Care to share more information?"

Harry gritted his teeth and said. "I said it was a Killing Curse, not much to be explained if you just drop down dead!"

Lucius bent down to Harry, his each of his leather gloved hands on each side of his desk, almost worthy of a dog about to bite his head off, he said "See me after class, Potter!"

Harry was almost worthy of Malfoy himself as he forced himself not to sneer. He knew why Lucius really was holding him back.


…. =O
Angry Harry! Don't worry, the next chapter will be nice and fluffy XD