SORRY, SORRY, SORRY for the long update! I was extremely busy and I had no time. So sorry, again!
Lucie.
"Oh, gods." Harry breathed as Lucius stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms. They had decided to go back to the manor after they had 'met' with Voldemort, and there was no way in hell Harry was going to start regretting that now.
Lucius smirked. "Oh, Harry. You are just a horny mess, arent you?"
Harry nodded, not even bothering to deny it as he stared unabashedly at his bondmate. "Jesus, Lucius. You are fucking fine as hell."
Lucius' smirk grew wider. "Dearest Harry, you have only seen the top half." He purred.
"Oh, fuck." Harry moaned.
"I might do just that, love." Lucius grinned even more wickedly.
Harry strode over to a self-satisfied Lucius, pulling him down and locking their lips together in a heated kiss. Lucius' mouth opened under his lips, and Harry thrust his tounge excitedly inside, tasting the man as if he were the finest wine.
Lucius pulled back from the kiss. "Harry, bed, now." He panted.
Harry was only too happy to comply. He scurried over to the black draped bed and waited as Lucius stripped off his pants slowly, eyes never leaving Harry's.
"Damn, Luc. Would you hurry up already?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Hurry? Why? We have all night." Lucius growled preditorily.
"Gah." Was Harry's response as Lucius swooped down upon him, their mouths locking together as they prepared to consummate their bond.
The next morning, Lucius cracked an eye open. He smiled tenderly, feeling his young lover nestled in his arms. They were in quite the awkward position, Harry's arse pressed into Lucius naked frontside Lucius spooning him from the back. Their legs were intertwined, Lucius' face was nestled in Harry's warm, porcelain neck. He wondered lazily how they had slept so comfortably in such an odd postion, but didnt dwell on it as a sleepy Harry stirred in his arms.
"Luc?" He croaked. "What time is it?
Lucius cast a tempus spell. Smokey lettering said that is was just after nine in the morning.
"Ah!" Harry said. "It's early."
Lucius stared at him in disbelief. "Early?"
"Yeah."
"It is not early!" Lucius said. "Come on, we have to get ready for the day." He yanked the covers off Harry.
"Oh, fuck, Lucius!" Harry exclaimed. "It's Saturday!" He tried to pull the blankets back up, but Lucius picked him bodily up from the ground and set him on the floor, ordering him to shower.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry stumbled out of the bathroom, mumbling about early mornings and pushy bondmates.
"Can I judge by your irritated mumbling that you are ready to face the day?" Lucius asked with amusement.
"No, Id much rather stay in bed with you all day." Harry grinned slyly.
Lucius rolled his eyes. "Later, my horny love."
"Heh. Yeah, that would be me." Harry remarked.
"Oh, believe me, after the three or so times last night, Ill never question your stamina again." Lucius stated dryly.
"You better not." Harry grinned devilishly.
"Don't worry about it. Lets go, my love." He said.
"Er, go where?" Harry asked.
"To Dumbledore's office. He would like to talk to you about your plans. Therefore, we must go to the floo." Lucius informed him.
"Fine." Harry grumbled.
The pair floo'd to Dumbledore's office in Hogwarts, and sat down on the chairs as the headmaster entered the room.
"Hello, Lucius, Harry. I just have a few questions about last night." He said, grinning as Harry flushed deeply. "Or, while you were at the Riddle Manor."
Harry managed to compose himself as Lucius let out a snort of amusement at his bondmate's twisted teenage mind.
"Oh, okay, Professor. What questions do you have?"
"Well, Lucius mentioned before the two of you retired, that you said you had a way to finally kill off Voldemort. I was wondering what that might be."
"Oh, well, it's fairly straightforward. All I have to do is have Lucius put me under a fake body bind and bring me to Voldemort. Then, while Voldemort is plotting how best to kill me, Lucius will discreetly hand me the invisiblity cloak, and I will sneak over to Voldemort. When he is facing me, I will throw off the cloak, and at the same time he casts Avada Kedavra, I will throw a stunner at him, causing the spell to rebound back at him." Harry said with grim satisfaction.
Dumbledore and Lucius openly gaped a him. Dumbledore was first to recover. "Well, Harry, that is anything but straightforward. For example, what happens if the spell doesnt rebound?"
"Oh, Ive planned this. It will, because, as much as it pains me, all the people who have already died for me will act as a very strong love shield. The spell will rebound." Harry told him with finality.
"Where will you find a fake body bind? There is no such thing, if my memory serves me correctly." Dumbledore asked, while Lucius just sat there, still in a state of shock.
"There is. I found one while I was researching over the summer. It can be used as a ploy, just as I intend to use it. It gives all watchers the impression that the person is unable to move, but as soon as they try to move, it will be lifted. I suppose it is not fake, just a matter of will. it is quite helpful." Harry grinned.
"Where did you find this spell?" Lucius seemed to have regained his bearings.
"In a book about ancient magic. I cannot recall the title, unfortunately."
"Wow, that is amazing." Dumbledore told him. "How can you be sure that Voldemort will turn away from you long enough for you to get the cloak on and the spell off?"
"A simple diversion. Lucius will have to drop a decoy detonator, making a loud nise in the hallway, causing a loud noise, which will have Voldemort and all his followers running to see what is was. Lucius just has to be the last out, dropping the cloak on his way." Harry grinned wickedly.
"When the fuck did you have time to plan all this?" Lucius asked in disbelief.
Harry smiled. "I didnt. I just sorta came up with it on the spot as Professor Dumbledore fired questions at me."
Lucius gaped, and Dumbledore twinked. "How the hell did you do that? You astound me, truely." Lucius told him.
"Practice, Luc, lots of practice." Harry smirked in a manner much like Lucius himself.
Lucius eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?"
Harry flushed. "Nothing, er, yeah."
"Harry, I havent seen this much denial in long time. There is something else. What is it?" Lucius asked gently, both of them momentarily forgetting Dumbledore.
"Nothing." Harry said stubbornly.
"Harry, tell me. NOW." Lucius demanded.
"FINE!" Harry exploded. "I was raped, okay? Repeatedly, by my uncle. He would shove his cock up my arse on a fucking daily basis, and I have lots of practice making excuses up on the spot to Pomfrey, because she would always ask how I got so many brusies. Happy now?"
Lucius gaped. "Oh gods. Ill fucking kill him. Ill kill him. Harry, why didnt you never tell anyone?" Lucius pulled the teen into his arms, Dumbledore still silent and forgotten.
"I was ashamed." He admitted. "I didnt want any more attention." A tear dripped down his face.
"Oh, Harry." Lucius murmured, tears falling from his own eyes, which surprised him. He hadnt cried since he was six.
"Lucius, I love you, I need you." Harry sobbed into his chest.
"Harry." Dumbledore spoke up. "I will send a team of muggle police to you Uncle's house to arrest him. It will be in none of the papers, I assure you."
Harry nodded against Lucius' chest. "Thank you, Professor."
Lucius hugged the crying Harry close, and through their tears, neither of them noticed Dumbledore leaving through the side door.
I hope you liked it! Sorry again for the long update. Reviews are apprecitated. Also, Im doing a review campaign, and if I get enough reviews, Ill post the results. Its a lame campaign, but the question is, 'What is your Hogwarts House?' BTW, Im a Slytherin. *Grins wickedly.* :) :)
Lucie.
