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Chapter Ten

Harry's POV

"Good morning, Mr Potter," a voice said, disturbing Harry from his sleep.

"Ngghh," Harry grumbled, and turned on his other side hiding under the covers from the light of the room.

"You're breakfast is getting cold."

Harry opened one eye at the word breakfast. Someone's bringing me breakfast?

He opened his other eye and turned round to face the source of the voice. There stood Lucius Malfoy, fully dressed, holding a tray of sausages, eggs, beans and toast. As he sat up, he whimpered slightly at the pain that was still burning away.

"What is it?" Lucius asked.

"Sore..." mumbled Harry.

"What? Where?" asked Malfoy, looking genuinely confused yet annoyed.

"Where do you think?" snapped Harry.

Silence. For a moment Harry thought Malfoy was going to shout or hit him but nothing happened.

Malfoy stood awkwardly holding the breakfast tray and Harry tried not to snicker. He said, "Don't you have house elves for this anyway?"

"Well, I did but some scrawny child freed the only one left in our family about three and a half years ago." Lucius said this harshly but the emotion in his voice didn't reach his eyes. Harry blushed slightly but held his ground.

"He deserved freedom. What was I supposed to do when I saw you kick Dobby down the stairs and hit him with your cane?"

"Stay out of my private affairs? Anyway," Lucius said, placing the tray on Harry's lap, "this is the only time this is going to happen. You will be making my breakfast after today, but Saturday and Sunday you can have off."

"Oh," said Harry, still taken aback that Malfoy had done that for him. "Thank you."

"It's only because you had a long day yesterday," said Malfoy quickly. "I expect you dressed in no less than one hour – your clothes are in the wardrobe. Meet me in my room; your Headmaster wants to talk with you about where you shall be staying the rest of the summer." Harry took a bite of the toast, thinking of the Burrow. Then Malfoy said, "I offered here."

Harry tried to swallow his piece of toast and choked. He wacked his chest with his fist and managed to swallow the toast that was clinging to the back of his throat.

"What?" he gasped.

"I thought you were expecting that! How else would you keep your half of the bargain?" Malfoy asked softly. "It will be fine, you'll be treated fairly, you'll be doing everything you normally do at home and will be given three square meals a day."

Harry said nothing. In all honesty he wouldn't mind that much, seeing as how nice Lucius was being; he was just scared of losing himself if he had to have sex with the man again. He felt... strange, to say the least, around the man. He felt like he was somehow influencing or changing the wizard before him. He'd never have thought Lucius Malfoy could love or care...

"I'll leave you to your food then," Lucius said, snapping Harry out of his thoughts, and left the room.

Harry felt so confused; before the sex Harry had felt so much anger towards the man, but now they seemed to be getting along as though nothing had happened.

What's happening to me? Harry thought grumpily. The man did unforgivable things to me yet I talk to him as though nothing happened!

Harry picked at his food and shovelled it in his mouth. The food really was good and he realised the last square meal he'd had was about three whole days ago.

Finally the plate was empty and, moving the tray off his lap, Harry got up gently.

He found himself waddling slightly due to the uncomfortable feeling in his anus and made his way to the wardrobe.

Upon opening it, Harry found it was much larger on the inside. On the hangers were fine clothes that looked extremely expensive.

What was he supposed to wear without looking like an aristocratic git? As he rummaged through the velvet cloaks and satin suits, he finally found a pair of nylon black boxers amongst all of the silk ones, a pair of jeans on the floor of the wardrobe and a white t-shirt screwed up in a corner; he was not going to dress like Malfoy even if he was working for him.

Checking out his reflection in the gold-framed mirror, he smirked; if Lucius was expecting him to wear one of his mini-me outfits he had another thing coming.

After reasoning that he looked presentable enough, he made his way to Lucius' room.

Lucius' POV

"Oh," the boy said as Lucius placed the breakfast tray on his lap. "Thank you."

"It's only because you had a long day yesterday," Lucius said before Harry got the impression that he'd changed his mind. "I expect you dressed in no less than one hour – your clothes are in the wardrobe. Meet me in my room; your Headmaster wants to talk with you about where you shall be staying the rest of the summer." Lucius paused here while Harry took a chunk out of his toast. Then casually said, "I offered here."

The boy choked on his food and began thumping his chest, while Lucius tried not to laugh.

"What?" Harry managed to gasp out.

"I thought you were expecting that! How else would you keep your half of the bargain?" Lucius reminded him. "It will be fine, you'll be treated fairly, you'll be doing everything you normally do at home and will be given three square meals a day."

Potter said and did nothing, his face downcast. Was it really that bad here? Just as he'd thought they could get along... He was not going to let this get to him; he needed Harry with him to remind himself of who he is: not a Death Eater, but a man. A man who has the right to make his own decisions and live his own life; Harry brought that to him.

"I'll leave you to your food then," Lucius said, and left, needing some alone time. Not that he'd had enough of it.

As he shut the door, he leant against the wall and put his head in his hands. What's happening to me? Lucius thought. I don't know what I want anymore...

Being with Harry seemed to bring back memories and emotions of his past, before he was a Death Eater. Was that why he needed Harry? To remind him of who he was? Is?

Sighing to himself, he stood up straight and made his way to his room to wait for Harry. He lit the fire place and made the connection between his manor and Hogwarts.

He waited in stillness, thoughts racing madly through his head.

Before he knew it, there was a knock at the door.

Lucius got up and took a deep breath. He opened the door and indicated for Harry to come in. The boy had chosen to wear the most ordinary clothes; baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, desperate in need of a wand-ironing. Lucius didn't even know those awful clothes were in the wardrobe.

Choosing not to elaborate on Harry's chosen outfit, he spoke.

"Right, now then. We're meeting you're Professor at his office. We're flooing there," Lucius said to Harry's quizzical face. The quizzical face with bright green eyes; radiant white skin; ebony black hair; rose red lips... "You must tell him you want to stay here, Harry," Lucius said hurriedly, moving towards Harry and holding his arms. "With me, I need you."

And before the boy could argue, Lucius kissed Harry tenderly on the petal soft lips. He gently pushed his tongue through the parted lips and began the caressing of the inside of Harry's mouth again with his tongue. One of Lucius' hands was at the small of the boy's back, the other stroking the silky-smooth, messy hair. Lucius felt Harry lean into him and suddenly Harry started kissing back. This time, however, Lucius didn't stop to ask what Harry was doing. He wanted to see how long this would last. No sooner had Lucius thought that, though, Harry pulled away, slowly.

"I don't understand," said Harry hoarsely.

"What?" Lucius asked, pulling Harry back to hold him. However, Harry just stood there while Lucius hugged him.

"It's like, when you kiss me, touch me even, it feels... right. As though I wasn't complete before and now I am." Lucius' smile was hidden from Harry as his head was buried in the sweet-smelling hair. "But I don't want it! I don't want to need you!"

There was a strange stinging sensation in Lucius' eyes and he realised he was on the verge of crying. He blinked rapidly, getting rid of the weak emotion. He took a deep breath, and spoke, letting out everything he'd thought, felt, and needed to say.

"When I touch you or hold you or kiss you, I can almost taste your magic, and it's so pure and light that I'd forgotten what it means to be good. When I look at you, I see what I would have been like had I not been so easily influenced under power and the Dark Arts. This... hunger, if you will, needs me to be close to you, feel you beneath me. Our first time, it was like a constant caress of your magic on my skin, reminding me of who I am."

"That's what I feel like," Harry said quietly. "Like I'm helping you somehow, but I don't understand it."

Lucius pulled away from Harry and rolled up the sleeve on his left forearm. The Dark Mark had faded some more, definitely.

"Look," he said, showing Harry the discoloured skull and snake.

"How?" gasped Harry.

"You, I think."

For a while, they both stood there facing each other, not knowing what to say or do.

Then Lucius said, "Let's go." And together they stepped into the emerald flames.