Disclaimer: As previous, Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling

The Morning After

When Harry awoke the next morning, he found himself cocooned in a luxury duvet and silk sheets. The sunlight that was spilling through the curtains showed that it was about mid morning. He stretched out, feeling the ache in his muscles from all the dancing he had done yesterday.

The dancing, Harry closed his eyes remembering how it had felt when Lucius had danced with him; to be held by those strong arms, against that firm chest, so wrapped up in their own little world he did not care what the rest of the world around them was thinking.

He wondered if that was how it felt to wake up in the arms of your lover; their chest up against yours or your back, their arms wrapped around you. His mind took him in a different direction as he imagined just what those strong arms of Lucius' could do to him; those arms pinning him against a wall as he thoroughly ravaged his mouth, those hands guiding his head as he pleasured Lucius with his mouth, and finally being held against Lucius' chest as those fingers prepared him for penetration. As these fantasies had been playing out on his mind, his hand had made its way under the covers and had been stroking his erection until he came with a hard cry at the last fantasy.

When a knock sounded on the door, Harry hastily muttered a cleaning charm before calling out. Lucius came in carrying a tray laden with a hearty breakfast, wrapped in a dressing robe of which was showing a fair amount of bare chest, the same chest Harry had just been fantasising about. He could feel himself blush at the sight of Lucius, due to what he had just been thinking about him.

"Good morning Harry, how are you feeling this morning?"

"Ehm, fine. I don't think I've ever slept so well as I did last night." He pulled the bedclothes tightly over him as if they would cover what he had just done.

Lucius chuckled as he placed the tray down on the bed next to Harry. "I'm not surprised, you were practically asleep as we left Hogwarts and as I put you to bed."

Harry felt himself go red again. "Was I really that bad last night? I can't remember much after our dance. I remember a few people asking what the dance was about, and talking with a few people, but not much else."

Lucius ruffled Harry's hair, "Oh yes my sweet little Gryffindor, you were really that bad, now have some breakfast, you will need it for the activities I have planned for today."

Harry picked up a slice of toast as he asked, "Really, what are we doing?"

"Now that would be telling," Lucius replied as an owl swept into the room and deposited a newspaper and letter with Lucius.

Lucius grabbed the letter and the paper, his face darkening in anger the further he read, before he passed it to Harry.

Dear Lucius,

I thought you would be interested in reading this before the paper comes out in a couple of days as it concerns you. I'd love to know what was going through your head at the time.

Anyway knowing you, you'll want to do something about this before the paper is released, just giving you a heads up.

Antony Delmontay

Harry grabbed the paper wondering what it could be about. For Lucius to show it to him, it would have to concern him, or the two of them. Across the front page was a huge title, displaying the heading 'Wedding of the Decade' with a picture underneath of Harry dancing with Lucius followed by a smaller heading and the main article.

The Boy-Who-Lived to…

New concerns have been raised about the morality and mind-set of our hero, Harry Potter.

At the recent wedding of former auror, current teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Nymphadora Tonks to Remus Lupin, former teacher at the same school, on Christmas Eve where Mr. Potter served as best man for Mr. Lupin.

The reception, which was held in the Great Hall of the school, to allow pupils and teachers to attend, saw Mr Potter in the arms of almost all of the female student population in attendance.

Although the most talked about event, was not the number of girls our saviour danced with, but one dance in particular. This dance was towards the end of the evening, before the Bride and Groom departed, with Lucius Malfoy. Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter stunned the crowd as they swept across the dancefloor in a seemingly perfect routine, almost as if it had been practiced before. Most disturbingly for most people was the apparent ease both men held for one another, almost at comfort within one another's arms, when six months ago they were enemies fighting against one another at the battle of the Ministry.

When asked about this dance, Mr Potter responded that it had been in responce to a bet between the two men that he had apparently lost, but considering how close the two men were, was it more than a bet? Earlier on in the year Mr Potter was seen in the middle of Diagon Alley kissing Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's son. Was that kiss a ruse to cover up what was really going on, or had Mr Potter decided to move on to someone bigger and better when he discovered Draco Malfoy's interests lay elsewhere?

This reperter feels that a close eye should be kept on Mr Potter, to ensure his safety, that he is not being taken advantage of, and that he himself has no ulterior mtives from all of this.

Special Correspondent, Rita Skeeter.

"Why," Harry asked turning to Lucius, "are people so determined to ruin my life? Why can't Ron and Hermione let me be, I get that I've done something that's upset them, but do they have to report my every move in the newspaper?"

Lucius gathered the young man up in his arms. "Are you sure that it's them this time?" he asked running his hands through the raven locks in an attempt to calm him down.

"Who else could it be? Hermione threatened Skeeter if she ever wrote anything derogatory about me again when she discovered that she was an unregistered animagus, that she would report her. She and Ron obviously have some power over her. I need to go speak to them," he said attemting to get out of bed.

"Harry relax. Harry," Lucius began as Harry started struggling against him, he was still holding on to him. "There's nothing you can do at the moment." Harry still was not listening as his struggles increased. "Christopher," he finally said which caused Harry to suddenly go limp. "Chris, listen to me, it's Christmas day, you cannot go barging up to the Weasley boy and Miss Granger demanding answers like this. Wait a couple of days, until the paper actually comes out, and then go and see them. If you go now they may get even more suspicious, wonder where you got the information from, do you want to give them any more ammunition?"

Harry sagged against Lucius' side, releasing his pent up emotions, tears leaking down his face. "N- n- no," he whispered burying his face into Lucius' side, and Lucius just held him there, comforting him.