Hermione sighed and finally gave up on sleep. She was restless, knowing it was her brother's birthday today and she wanted it to be a day spent in celebration, unlike any other birthday Harry had before. The tempus charm revealed it was only 5 in the morning, and her brother was not due to wake for a few more hours, so she had just enough time to deal with business before getting to the fun part. She put on some leggings, riding boots and a hoodie, heading down to the stables. She had been ecstatic when Lucius told her she was free to use them at any time. One of the mares, a beauty with a soft honeyed coat called Avon, was her favourite and she would sometimes spend a couple of hours just riding over the large Malfoy property.
She opened the door on the stables, the warmth and scent of hay welcoming her in a familiar way. What surprised her however was the Lord of the Manor himself cleaning Hades at such an early hour.
"Good morning." she greeted both Lucius and Avon who nuzzled her welcomingly.
"And to you, Hermione. What has you up so early?" asked the blond.
Hermione was glad that Lucius was such a help in preparing all that was necessary for the birthday celebration. He was generous and gracious as always, and made sure to listen to Hermione's suggestions as she knew Harry's wishes best. "I feel a bit restless. Is everything ready for this afternoon?"
Lucius nodded. "The elves will prepare a late lunch and the treacle tort is already setting, along with the chocolate confections you requested. And all RSVPs have already been received. The only one who will not be able to attend is Lupin. The Headmaster has sent him to Wales into a werewolf community, to gain their favour."
Hermione sighed. "I was hoping he would be able to attend. It was difficult to persuade him of the truth, even with Tonks helping him understand Dumbledore's transgressions. Hopefully Harry won't take it as a sign that Remus didn't want to be here."
"Have no worry of that." Lucius smiled. "Tonks reassured me that Lupin included a letter with his gift for Harry, promising to visit with him again soon. Let us simply hope that Harry enjoys the celebration."
"There is the matter of Professor McGonnagal as well. I know she is very close to the Headmaster, but she has before stood up for Harry when she thought Dumbledore was not treating him right. Maybe there is still hope?" she asked, hoping to speak to her Head of House soon.
Lucius however shook his head. "We must be most careful in her case. If she does not agree to join us, we would have to take precautionary measures." he warned.
Hermione nodded, a little saddened. "Our group is growing, we can make our move soon."
"I realise such, but leave it for another day. You wish this day to be about celebration, no?"
Hermione fastened the saddle strap and turned to the blond contemplatively. "Lucius...would you do me a favour?" she asked.
Lucius inclined his head slightly, wondering what she had in mind. "Do go on."
"Well I was hoping to bring Harry breakfast in bed, but if I want to finish the potion we are preparing on time, and finalise the preparations in the small ball room, I won't have time to do that. Would you mind bringing Harry his breakfast and distracting him before lunch, while everyone arrives?" she asked politely, but her eyes had a cheeky glint to them. She knew that with Lucius around, her brother would be sufficiently preoccupied...
Lucius nodded. "I shall do my best." he replied formally, the corners of his lips struggling to remain neutral.
"I am sure you will..." Hermione muttered to herself, trying to hold back laughter before composing herself. "Thank you, Lucius. I appreciate all the help." she managed as they both led their four-legged companions out of the stables.
"Would you mind company for the ride?" Lucius asked as they both got settled in their saddles.
"Not in the least. And Lucius...I'll race you." Hermione said and took off immediately, leaving the blond's side with a joyous laugh.
…...
Harry woke up with a wide yawn, stretching luxuriously in the soft silk sheets. Lucius spoiled them with the lavish rooms and his generous nature, and Harry was beginning to appreciate it much more in light of yesterday's events. Just remembering the passion and skill with which Lucius kissed him made his body and mind get excited in ways he had never been before. It was powerful and should be a little frightening in its force, but Harry had a fire of his own and knew Lucius was more than capable of teaching him how to express it..this yearning that he felt.
A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts and he rubbed his eyes to wake up a bit more. It was probably just Hermione anyway. "Come in!" he called, sitting up a little. He was surprised however to see Lucius entering his room instead of the brunette he expected, and blushed in realisation that he was shirtless. "Lucius, uhm...good morning." he managed, still a little embarrassed at his partial nudity, knowing his numerous scars were on display.
Lucius closed the door, managing the breakfast tray with one hand. "Good morning, birthday boy." he teasing, highly amused by calling the young man such, less than 24 hours after their small display of passion.
Harry quirked a brow at the words. "Well that is one way to perceive our age difference." he teased back, moving over a little and patting the space on the bed beside him in invitation.
Lucius chuckled and joined him in sitting against the headboard, placing the tray over Harry's thighs. "Your favourite, or so I have been told."
Harry smiled at the smell of his favourite flavoured coffee, french toast and scrambled egg whites. "Hermione knows me too well. Thank you, breakfast in bed is a first for me, other than the ones when I was in the hospital." he admitted.
Lucius nodded. "Perhaps it will become tradition one day, when war no longer makes our sleep troubled." he encouraged and tore off a piece of the french toast, licking his fingers sensually.
Harry's gaze followed the usually stern lips as they closed around the elegant digits, glad for the tray covering his lap. He begun to eat slowly and enjoyed the fragrant coffee, occasionally pressing a piece of the sweetened bread to Lucius' lips in silent offering. Finally he could no longer hold back a soft moan as Lucius nipped at his fingers, the sensation too erotic to hold back reaction from.
The blond knew exactly what he was doing. Harry's built was still youthful and he knew the young man would not grow much in the coming years due to his childhood, but the frequent exercise and quidditch had made his chest and arms lean with muscle and Lucius was most appreciative of such a physique in a lover, potential one in this case. His eyes did not miss the plentiful scars, but he had his own share. No human being was perfect or unblemished, and the scars did nothing to lessen Harry's beauty.
"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" he asked, his voice pitched in a lower, more intimate tone as he disapparated the tray to the kitchen, revealing Harry's aroused state.
"I did...more than I should it seems." Harry said softly, embarrassment colouring his cheeks once more. Lucius however boldly curled his arms around the boy's form and pulled firmly, Harry settling across his lap with a gasp of surprise at the sudden movement. His hands settled on Lucius' shoulders as he tried to regain his balance, their faces mere inches apart.
"I would like to wish you happy birthday privately before we join the rest of the household. May I?" the blond breathed across Harry's lips.
He nodded his consent and Lucius instantly closed the distance between their lips, claiming the young man once more with his passion. Harry's thighs tightened their hold on the man's hips, trying to bring them closer subconsciously as he surrendered himself to the possession, responding with his own fire while his fingers slipped into the silky blond strands and tugged slightly. Lucius groaned into their kiss, not expecting such boldness but relishing in the passion that appeared to be shared between them. His hands slipped from the trim waist to hold onto the firm cheeks covered by thin pyjama bottoms only, the heat of his touch easily seeping through the fabric.
The touch seemed to only further Harry's morning need as he unabashedly, or without even realising, ground his hips into the man's firm belly, seeking relief from the tension in his loins. Lucius was not one to disappoint, especially such a passionate young man. He reached between them and cupped the tented fabric with his palm, skillfully caressing the outline of the straining length beneath it. Harry broke the kiss as his head lulled back in pleasure, his whimper of delight raw with fire for the man that provided it.
Lucius took his chance and attacked the brunet's sensitive neck with his tongue and teeth. He wondered if this was what Hermione had in mind by a distraction, and after a moment decided she was too devious to not have known his techniques. Harry suddenly bucked rapidly against his palm and with a last impassioned cry spilled in his trousers, deep shudders of pleasure wrecking his form. Lucius groaned softly, he himself affected by such a responsive man in his arms, but merely let Harry lean into his body and held him through the last remains of pleasure in the peaceful silence of the room.
Harry managed to catch his breath and lifted his head to look at Lucius, cheeks still flushed with pleasure, and hair damp with exertion. Lucius barely restrained himself from taking the boy on the spot, knowing all things had their time. He smiled, ran a hand through the boy's thick, long hair and pulled him close for one last kiss.
"Happy birthday to me." Harry whispered cheekily against the man's lips, making him laugh heartily.
Lucius spanked him teasingly before making them both get out of bed. "Now go take a quick shower before I teach you more about riding...the horse." he winked and left the young man's room.
Harry grinned, walking to the bathroom with a renewed spring in his step. "Best birthday ever..." he said to himself before shutting the door.
The perfect birthday outfit, 572 pounds and 4 shops.
The perfect birthday bash, 1 Lord and his bottomless bank account .
The perfect first orgasm by someone else's hand, priceless...
Harry was having the time of his life. Hermione and Lucius have really outdone themselves with the preparations for his birthday, and it was the perfect mix of a tasteful social event, and a family reunion. Hermione had almost charmed the windows to show sunshine for the event, instead of the moody and rainy weather of the past few hours, but the slightly darkened skies made the gentle light in the room appear more intimate for their gathering. Harry was opening presents one by one, always very grateful to each and everyone for making an effort and putting such thought into the gifts. He did not need for anything, and at the moment he had everything he wanted apart from Voldemort dead and Dumbledore in Azkaban. And still as he unwrapped each of the presents, he felt happy to have such wonderful friends and family.
He was most aware of the Lord of the Manor himself however. What started innocently as a game of cat and mouse has turned into a full on 'predator stalking his prey' around the room. When they came into the small ballroom at first, Harry was so surprised by all his friends and family being there that he had altogether forgotten about Lucius for a moment while he was swallowed by loud congratulations from all sides. The twins attempted the happy birthday song but it was so painfully out of tune someone had to step in. Of course, it only took one glare from Severus and they ceased their dreadful duet.
Harry's smile only faltered a little when he noticed Remus was not present. But once Tonks reassured him and secretly whispered the news of her pregnancy, the 100 watt smile made its grand return. Who needed sun in the skies when the birthday boy's smile was blinding, Lucius thought with a chuckle. He stopped laughing however when Harry begun mingling, always evading him by talking to someone else, always the whole length of the room separating them. At first, it was unconscious. After half an hour it became a teasing game. The breaking point finally came when Harry accepted a slice of the rich treacle tort from his sister, and half-listened to her talk about horses while his gaze never left Lucius. The things one could do with a silver fork in order to tease... And by the sharp, half-lidded, and most of all unwavering gaze that met his own from across the room, Harry knew it was working.
"Brother, am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" Gred asked his twin while their girlfriends left to get some more of the chocolate confections.
Forge looked between the blond and the young man they considered a little brother, and nodded to his twin. "I think you are, brother. Who would have thought, our little Harry is growing up so fast." he pretended to brush away tears from cheeks.
Gred grinned. And when Gred grinned in that particular way, it meant nothing good for those involved. "What do we slip into their drinks?"
"An aphrodisiac?"
"No need, they look ready to conquer and devour."
They looked at each, sharing thought silently for a moment before nodding.
"Do you think we should-"
"Wrap it quickly and-"
"Put it with the other gifts?"
"Yes, but he will-"
"Probably kill us for-"
"embarrassing him like that-"
"In front of everyone."
Suddenly a hand landed on both their backs and they turned to see Bill grinning at them dangerously. "Which is why you will do nothing to embarrass Harry today. Whatever prank you are planning, give it to him in private or save it for another day. But interfering with Lucius' hunt may cost you more than just your lives. Remember who you are dealing with." he warned, before his grin suddenly turned into a pleasant smile and he left to speak to his favourite clumsy Auror nearby.
Gred and Forge shared a look before turning their gaze towards Lucius who remained on his side of the room. The only thing that changed was the power of his gaze, gaining even higher sexual charge. Harry was being a tease and Lucius would make him pay for it... in his own time and on his own terms most likely. This was fun enough to watch even without their interference, as the twins agreed silently.
The festive atmosphere was suddenly broken when Remus' wolf patronus ran into the middle of the room, illuminating all of them in it's powerful brightness. "They are coming...they are coming..." it kept repeating in the sudden silence of the room. And just as the last words echoed and the patronus disappeared, the Manor around them begun to shake...
AN: Don't kill me for the cliffy please! It is written that way for a purpose, I promise . Anywho, let me know what you thought of the chapter and our favourite boys getting some time alone ;) Next time up, the-always-hyphonated-wizard attacking Malfoy Manor, and much much more. Toodles!
Raven