Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: Book 4, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Pairs: Harry/Lucius

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

Chapter 36 – Limits

Draco watched with horrified amusement as his father took his frustrations out on one of the training dummies they had in the basements of Malfoy Manor. Lucius had been highly strung for the past week and his son had no idea what to do about it. He had approached his father to ask after his health but Lucius was dismissive of the matter and urged him to find another subject to focus on. Draco did not lack for things to do. The divorce between his parents had been now finalized. His mother had moved out and he was to visit her in France in a week's time. Until then he was home, occasionally leaving so he could meet with his friends or, lately, Potter. The green eyed teen was surprisingly good company. They never talked about Lucius when they met (not that the two times they met, not counting that first meeting in Gloss square, was much), but about other things, summer schoolwork included. There was also an ongoing competition about who would have the most baths in the sea, with Harry in the lead since the Gryffindor prat was actually living in a house by the sea and in a much warmer country. Already people were hounding the Malfoy heir, demanding answers as to why his parents were divorced and Draco was busy avoiding the vultures and the gossip mongers as it was. His father was practically ignoring that lot and his mother was busy socializing in France, spending time making a new life with her lover, Reginald, and trying to forget the humiliation of the divorce. Draco was wholeheartedly supporting her because when Narcissa was happy she was too busy to stir trouble for his father and thus she would not be in danger if his father got angry at her for endangering his new relationship.

What Draco had observed, Snape noticed as well, a bit earlier than his godson had, in fact. And the Potions Master took great pride in teasing Lucius, because the blonde's problem was that the wizard was sexually frustrated. And any time he spent around the green eyed teen just made his frustration grow since what he wanted from the teen, what the magic wanted him to have since around Yule, was for their relationship to be completed, to take the next step and actually have sex. Yet Lucius was holding himself back. While Harry was recognized as an adult he was still too young to the blond wizard. It was his conscience keeping him back and it was what had him suffering now. It would be easy, so easy, when he and Harry were in the right mood, to press for more when the teen was not in a position to refuse him.

And Snape knew that Lucius would not dare ask Potter, fearing that he might push too hard, especially since that one day that Remus noticed that the blond and the mutt's precious godson had been a bit carried away in the garden of the cottage. Lucius had been barred from returning there for a week and the teen had been pouting during that length of time until 'Black' caved. Severus had been a witness to Lucius' good mood after that and he found it disgustingly sweet. Much like now, when both men were dining in Malfoy Manor. Snape had left his latest experiment to properly boil in order to dine with the blond wizard.

"Another gift?" the dark haired wizard pointedly asked after Lucius finished telling Snape about a Pensieve he had bought for Harry. It was filled with what little memories the blond aristocrat had of Harry's father from when he had encountered the man in various functions over the years, along with memories of Charlus Potter and Dorea Potter nee Black, Harry's paternal grandparents. The memories had been worth more to the teen than the expensive magical artefact that was storing them within it.

"He deserves it," Lucius replied. He gave Snape a considering look. "You know... He never asked me for anything."

"He's a Gryffindor!"

"You know that is not the true reason Severus, stop being so obtuse."

Snape grimaced. "Fine, fine," he muttered. HE really did not like to recall how wrong he had been about James Potter's son.

"He was ecstatic about the memories. He also noticed that he has many of Dorea's mannerisms," Lucius offhandedly commented."

"And what did he give you in return of this last gift?" the Potions' Master asked.

"Really, must you always be so ..."

"Realistic?"

"Severus... I'm trying to hold back, I'm hardly going to ask Harry for more," Lucius admitted.

"Yes," Snape said, amused. "I've seen your attempts at self control."

Lucius glared. "You sound entirely too smug and too amused," he accused.

"I am your friend, I need to get some enjoyment out of this," the Slytherin Head of House commented.

Temptation could be found in the smallest things, as Lucius Malfoy had discovered. Harry's smallest gestures could invite temptation easily. He could not deny the teen to swim with him, but he refrained from skinny dipping like they had done in the beginning of the summer, obeying the philosophy of the more clothes the better for his self control. And Harry, beautiful, sweet Harry was making Lucius' resolve nearly crumble. They were also avoiding spending too much time locked up in Harry's bedroom for the exact same reasons and while Sirius Black and Remus Lupin seemed relieved that the blond wizard was exercising some restraint, Harry was beginning to get annoyed with Lucius.

So he confronted the blond one evening when Lucius had stopped by the remote island and picked Harry up for a date, they were supposed to dine together in one of the tourist developed islands nearby since most establishments in Europe would be dangerous for them; they could not be seen together.

They had been ready to Apparate to the restaurant when Harry, quite boldly, had rubbed against Lucius in just the right way to drive the blond man to release a soft gasp of surprise. Then, to drive his point across, the green eyed teen had been teasing him throughout dinner, making small noises of pleasure whenever he tasted something new. Lucius had been unable to tear his eyes away from him and just before dessert came in (and thus the blond wizard's resolution broke) he left enough money on the table to cover the bill, grabbed Harry and rushed them away from the brightly lit store and to a nearby dark spot, from where he Apparated back with both of them.

"What on earth are you doing Harry?" he demanded. He was trying very hard to keep himself under control and the way those emerald eyes flashed with anger at him... The Potter heir really was hell on his self control. No matter what he did, how he looked, he was always attractive to Lucius.

And he knew it too, if the way he pressed his body closer to the taller wizard was an indication. Yet, no matter what they had been up to so far, Harry was still innocent in the more carnal ways. He knew desire, Lucius had been the one to introduce him, hurriedly at first, wanting desperately to convince the teen not to push him away those early days, before the Triwizard Tournament, before the few stolen moment in a bathroom at the World Quidditch Cup, where he had to reassure a distraught Harry that he was not stringing him along Now, Harry was stronger, more assured of himself, of his capabilities, of where he was standing with Lucius. He never demanded anything material but when it came to emotions the teen wanted everything and that was one greedy characteristic that he shared with the blond wizard.

"What is wrong with you?" Lucius demanded.

"Me? What is wrong with you?" Harry rounded the question back at him. "You have been acting different lately."

Lucius winced.

Harry's insecurities, the product of the way he grew up, rose in the teen. "Is it... my fault?"

Grey eyes fell shut. "I'm an idiot," he finally said and opened his eyes to look at Harry. He pulled the teen into a hug. Harry went easily, nestling in his arms.

"What's wrong?" the Gryffindor repeated his earlier question.

"I like you too much," Lucius replied.

"Pardon?"

The older wizard chuckled. He traced with a hand Harry's hair as it messily fell over the teen's eyes, brushing the silky strands absently. Even now, all he could think was how it would feel with his hands buried deep in the strands as he egged Harry on, the teen lowered in his lap, his mouth skilfully pleasuring was another of the little pleasures he had avoided lately.

"The problem, Harry, lies with me and my lack of self control."

Harry cocked his head to the side. "You've been avoiding me because you can't keep to yourself?" he asked incredulously.

"Exactly," Lucius agreed.

The teen blinked. "That is..."

"I know."

Harry sighed and then he was smiling again, his earlier worry having left him now that he knew why Lucius had been keeping his distance lately. "You know I hardly mind you being unable to keep your hands to yourself."

"Harry... you are still..."

"Too young?" the teen offered. "My actual age has nothing to do with how mature I am. I want you Lucius and I'm not saying this lightly," the green eyed wizard said.

Lucius sighed. "I want you too, but I want to wait, for your sake."

Harry frowned. "Why?" he asked and hugged around the blond wizard's waist.

Lucius squeezed back. "You are a temptation Harry. And while you might think you are ready... I may not be able to stop, pull away from you even if you ask me."

"I'm not going to change my mind last minute! I want you!" the raven haired wizard said. To drive the point home he kissed the side of Lucius' neck and trailed upwards till he could tease the man's ear. "So much," he added and Lucius turned and kissed him, eyes open and looking straight at Harry as the kiss started. It was demanding and Harry set the pace, slow and sensual, not too passionate not too soft. Lucius let him, enjoying Harry taking charge, enjoying seeing the teen affirm what he wanted. When the heat and the proximity and the kissing all became dangerous to his control, Lucius gently pushed Harry back and the teen let himself be pushed away, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Really Lucius?" Harry asked.

"Yes," the blond wizard replied. "I want you so badly," he said, unashamed.

"We don't need to stay apart though, this," he hugged Lucius tighter, "Is great."

"It is," Lucius said. "And tempting."

"But you like temptation, right?" Harry asked and made to kiss Lucius again.

The older wizard groaned. "Harry..."

Green eyes were watching him as mouths were joined again. Harry was challenging him, even though Lucius had warned him away. And the blond, he was only human with self control not unlimited. He pulled Harry closer, pushing the teen to him, feeling his body, feeling the muscles underneath the clothes. The barrier between them was nothing really, he thought as from a mere kiss the sex magic surged around them. Harry's answering moan to him deepening the kiss just spiked the unique magic. Lucius felt a shudder running down his spine as his body responded eagerly. He backed Harry against the wall of the cottage he shared with Black and Lupin. Harry pulled him even closer, opening his mouth and drawing Lucius in, inviting him to twine their tongues together. They were literally lost to sensation and Lucius hardly realised when he pushed his large hands under raven haired wizard's shirt, his hands touching the soft skin and the tan that was hidden by the darkness.

Lucius sank further into the kiss, tasting his younger lover, body moving as he wanted to get closer to the green eyed wizard. One of Harry's hands went around Lucius' neck, deepening the kiss they were sharing. Neither man had completely shut his eyes, gazes filled with lust taking in the sight of each other. Lucius enjoyed the kiss that each and every time reminded him of the first, hesitant kiss he had shared with Harry. Each kiss was an exploration and each kiss was better than the last one. The soft ones, the sweet ones, the ones drenched in passion, the ones that made them eager to tear clothes off until they were skin to skin, no barriers separating them.

Aroused moans started escaping Harry's lips as Lucius backed him further up against the wall, his larger frame taking hold of the kiss. Harry hardly minded, enjoying every second of it, fearing that Lucius would pull away again, as he had lately taken to do. He would enjoy this as much as he had it and as much as the blond wizard would give him.

Finally, the magic became too much and Lucius had to rip himself away from Harry, leaving them both panting for breath. Just in time too, since the werewolf opened the door, speaking over his shoulder to Black and then he noticed them, their proximity and the way they were standing.

"Oh," he said.

"Remus," Harry blushed.

"Lupin," Lucius muttered, eyes firmly staying on Harry.

Remus could feel the awkwardness, but most of all, he could feel the magic in the air even before his heightened sense of smell could pick up the scent of arousal.

"I was just leaving," Lucius announced.

The way Harry was looking at him showed the werewolf how little the teen appreciated that bit.

Lucius turned and kissed Harry twice, once on the forehead and another on the temple. "We'll speak," he told the teen. Good night Harry," and with that he activated his Portkey.

"Damn," the teen muttered, making the amber eyed wizard standing near him choke.

"Harry!"

"What?" the green eyed wizard asked. "Sexual frustration sucks. I'm going to my room. Don't bother me for a while, alright?"

Remus was about to ask why but realisation caught up with him and he swallowed the question. "Right! Well... Have... Fun?"

Harry rolled his eyes and hurried to his room, dodging his godfather, who in need for answers turned to his werewolf friend.

"You better not know," Remus replied. "Come on, you said something about beers and snacks?"

Sirius nodded. "Are you sure Harry's fine?"

"Yes, just frustrated, sexually that is. Now leave it alone?"

"Gladly," Sirius replied and changed the subject.

End of chapter.