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 37 - Breaking Point

It was a random fact that did it really.

They had decided to spend some time together in Malfoy Manor. Lucius had stilled the portraits so that they would not be nasty when Harry came over and so that they would be unable to speak about this visit to anyone, like Narcissa. He had made sure that everything would be perfect for Harry's visit. At first he had prepared a spare bedroom but the moment the teen greeted him at the Floo room he knew they would not be spending the night in separate beds, not them.

The green eyed teen was already excited. It was the last week and then the summer would be over. The week before this one he had followed the Weasley he almost tolerated to Egypt. There, Harry had spent some time with the curse-breaker and his part Veela match. After five days he went to Longbottom Manor for the weekend and Lucius would have him for five days before the teen would need to arrive at Grimmauld and then leave for the castle along with his son. Sirius Black had very nearly refused to allow this up until the last moment. Both because it was Malfoy Manor and Lucius' house and because he knew now that things between him and Harry were rather heated up sexually.

They greeted with a kiss that was bordering on desperate. It made Lucius embarrassed at his lack of self control. He very nearly tackled Harry to the marble floors of his home. And the teen did nothing but egg him on, with the way he responded to his ministrations.

They pulled apart, faces flushed and breathing short.

"Um, I better get a tour of the house first," Harry muttered, making Lucius chuckle.

"I'm glad I have you all to myself, not just to give you the tour of the manor," the blond wizard said.

"I'm glad to be here," Harry replied. And he really was happy to get Lucius to himself. They had never spent so much time together and he was wondering what that would be like. He had been looking forward to his stay at Malfoy Manor.

Lucius had ordered the house elves to take Harry's things to his own rooms as the teen was to stay with him. The green eyed wizard did not protest this, both thrilled and a bit overwhelmed to learn that he would be sleeping in Lucius' bed during his stay. They had cuddled close before. They had even dozed off together on occasion but they had never really spent days on end together. Harry was at first intimidated by the sheer look of Lucius' rooms. All that wealth and space and luxury in one room, it really was more like a museum than a bedroom, with expensive furniture and heavy colours. It was every bit like Lucius' public image. Privately Harry was starting to realise why Lucius and his son were so pompous all the time. They had many reasons to be, growing up in a house that had all the characteristics of a palace.

At some point the blond wizard caught him staring at the rooms they would be sharing.

"Gaudy isn't it?" he commented. "Draco's rooms are simpler. This is not the master bedroom. That room is too much even for me. In fact, these are the rooms I had even as a child."

"This is..."

"Too much?"

Harry nodded.

Lucius pulled his young lover further into the room. "Harry, there are two things you need to know about my ancestors, they were show offs and incredibly rich. And pretentious, so that makes three, I guess. Thus Malfoy Manor was built, to impress and overwhelm and ..."

"Shock people speechless?" the teen offered. "Growing up here must have been..."

"It's all I know, all Draco knows," Lucius said.

"And it explains so much," Harry muttered.

Lucius' lips quirked. "Do you want a different room?"

Harry turned to him and smiled, feeling in the mood to tease the blond man. "You'll be here to help me from getting lost, right?"

The older wizard smiled. "Wouldn't miss the chance," he said.

Meals at the manor were every bit as daunting as Harry had expected them to be, not for any other reason other than the fact that the house elves wanted to impress Lucius' guest. Harry was overwhelmed by the food and the variety. Lucius was amused at what those creatures were up to. They had taken to Harry, apparently both from what his former house elf, Dobby, had been spouting and by whom Harry had been when they had served them tea earlier before the meal. And Harry, he really had no idea what to make of all this.

"They like you," Lucius finally decided to tell him.

"The house elves?"

"Well, you got me to like you," the older wizard informed the teen. "Is it such a wonder?"

"Sometimes, yes," Harry replied. "Now, I don't want to insult them so... what are half the foods here?"

Lucius chuckled. "Well, there's fresh bread, butternut squash soup with chestnuts, citrus honey brined smoked turkey, lemongrass and lettuce salad with various nuts, freshly made pasta with white wine, mushroom and cream sauce, confit duck legs, and two desserts to choose from, nectarine golden cake with orange flavoured ice cream or chocolate cranberry cake with extra chocolate sauce."

Harry blinked. "That sounded like the menu from an expensive restaurant. Um, they do know it's just two people, right?"

"They want to please, let them," Lucius told him.

"But... It's too much," Harry muttered.

Lucius privately agreed. To take Harry's mind off he just served the teen some of the dishes he liked best and prompted the green eyed wizard to start eating. Harry complied and soon enough he was eating eagerly and hearing Lucius explain more about each dish and how and when he first ate some of them. It involved many entertaining stories about the blond wizard as a kid and a teen and Harry could not help but listen to Lucius with undivided attention.

"Where is Draco?" Harry asked on his third day at the Manor. The previous two he had spent in Lucius' company, exploring the grounds, the stables and the gardens between pausing to kiss and lavish each other with attention. Lucius was finding it harder and harder to keep his hands to himself when it was just him and Harry with no one around. The question distracted him for the moment from looking too intently at Harry's kiss swollen lips. Just twenty minutes ago they had been rolling on the soft grass just outside, Harry pinned to the ground under him, being kissed senseless.

"At a friend's house. He insisted he would meet you here at least once but I bet he and that Italian boy are having fun."

Harry made the connection. "Blaise Zabini? He's nice, for..."

"A Slytherin? I bet it is because his family are not traditional British purebloods," Lucius muttered. "Anyway, I bet my son will be back before our week together is over. Until then though..."

He was over Harry, towering and imposing and making Harry feel light headed.

"Forget about anyone but me," Lucius demanded and demanded a kiss the green eyed younger man eagerly returned. The small, informal sitting room had kind of become their room, the place they met and spent most of their day together. Harry pushed all random thoughts away from his mind and just focused back on the present and how amazing it felt being so thoroughly kissed by the blond wizard.

Magic played a big role to what happened next between them, but it was not all magic. Harry had been wanting this for a while now and Lucius since perhaps the previous summer yet he had struggled with himself and his wants to put it off for as long as possible. Bill had remarked when Harry had spoken to him, that he thought the Boy-Who-Lived and Malfoy had lasted too long apart. Usually the magic drove them further. The curse Breaker had commented on the blond wizard's self control.

The very same self control was being tested every day, when he woke up next to Harry, to find the teen curled up next to him, wearing only his underwear, or coming out of the bathroom clad in only a towel. It was torture, like a slow acting poison in his blood stream. It was getting beyond his tolerance for self masochism.

What Lucius did not know was that Harry was along the same lines. The green eyed wizard was equally frustrated and needy. It was no wonder the teen made the first step as Lucius was proving to be stubborn and his will was already crumbling. He waited until it was morning, just a bit after breakfast. They were supposed to go swimming at the pool and they had gone to change. Lucius had just exited the bathroom, clad in his swimsuit only to find Harry, in his underwear, sitting comfortably on the bed. Lucius paused at the look the teen was giving him.

"Harry?" he asked. He was hesitating to ask especially when the teen stood up and walked up to him, looking hopeful.

"I'm not really in the mood for swimming today," Harry told him. He leaned closer to Lucius. "What I truly want, is you."

Lucius shuddered when he felt Harry's lips touch his chest, hands on his stomach, touching the skin with warm hands.

"Harry please..." he groaned.

The teen just grinned and started kissing his lips, drawing it out until Lucius had his hands around Harry, trapping him from leaving.

"There's no stopping me," he muttered against Harry's skin.

"I don't really care about that," Harry told him and they were kissing again, Harry's fingers travelling all over Lucius' available expanse of skin. Slowly Lucius took charge and Harry gave in, glad that the older man at least knew what to do. All the previous months, the kissing, sneaking around with the help of friends, it had given Harry some idea but now, this was happening.

"Last chance Harry," Lucius offered.

"I want you," the teen replied.

The few articles of clothing they wore were easily shed and soon Lucius was kissing his way down Harry's neck, his large palms hot against Harry's hips. They were still kissing when they fell back on the bed, bouncing on the soft mattress. That drew a laugh from Harry.

"Love your bed," the teen said while chuckling.

"How about the owner?" Lucius asked. A coy smile was his answer. They were kissing again and Harry felt that this was hardly enough. Warmth was spreading in his belly and magic was prickling his skin.

They were long past the point of just teasing each other but Lucius wanted to do this right, take his time and show Harry just how amazing it could be, how great he could make him feel. Self awareness and performance anxiety had never been a problem before, but now, between the two of them, he was worried he might screw up; worried that not even magic would help if he messed up and that Harry might not want to see him again. His hesitation showed.

"Hey," Harry told him. "No regrets, not know, not ever. You made me swear, remember. After that game, in the showers... I'm yours right?"

"Yes, you promised," Lucius murmured, remembering Harry still wet from that shower and high on his victory for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. It seemed ages ago but it was only two years ago. And Harry had promised that he was his. "Handsome and smart," he muttered and kissed the green eyed wizard's throat before reaching for the dressing table at the side. He then discarded the small bottle to the side and lowered his head back down on Harry. He would take his time. A bit of his sadistic side showed by the way he smiled and the teen's shiver showed that Harry realised that he was in for a long morning.

Lucius made good on his promise to himself. There was not one part of Harry that was insensitive. He touched and tasted and let Harry do the same to him. He set the pace, drawing it out until he had Harry ordering to do things, it was fun, seeing the teen getting bossy. What was even more fun was seeing Harry's face flush as he went down on the teen. He had taken his sweet time preparing Harry, making sure that he could be stopped, that it was not too light.

And then the Gryffindor wrapped his legs around Lucius' waist.

The blond groaned. "Harry..."

"More," the teen demanded and Lucius eagerly complied.

He had imagined, what it would feel like for so long. He had held back for so long and part of him had feared that it would not live up to his expectations, that not even the sex magic that destined them as matches would help but oh how Lucius regretted waiting then. He nearly regretted when he saw Harry's grimace of pain but the initial discomfort passed and the younger man urged him on rather vocally and Lucius complied eagerly. He took it as slow as he dared at first, trying to do this right, but as he kept thrusting he felt his control slipping. Harry was holding onto him, hands leaving marks on Lucius' tanned skin.

"Oh!" the teen moaned and then yelled Lucius' name when the blond man hit his prostate. It was electrifying really, the feeling it gave him. Harry threw his head back, back arching from the mattress.

Lucius stared, mesmerised at the side of the teen practically discovering the joys his body had to offer him. The air in the room thickened and magic charged around them, emitting from their bodies as they continued rocking together. Soon, too soon, the stimulation became too much.

Lucius groaned as he came and soon he felt Harry's walls tightening around him and the teen shouting out his name.

And afterwards, when the haze of lust left them but the magic was so thick in the air that you could taste it, Lucius gathered the teen in his arms and simply held him, content to just lay there, hugging Harry close.

Waking up and seeing Lucius getting dressed or leaving the bathroom was a novel experience for Harry. It was the day after they had crossed that last line in their relationship. Since yesterday, he had been unable to keep his hand off the blond wizard.

They had been physical long before but this was something entirely new. It also created a strange sort of hunger in Harry. They had barely left the rooms the day before. After they had recovered, Lucius had led his younger lover in the bathroom intent to gently clean him up. The warm water helped with aching muscles and Lucius was so attentive, like he feared Harry would break, or worse, disappear. It took Harry tackling him to the floor, for the blond man to realise that Harry was indeed fine, that he did not regret it one bit. The rest of the day was spent with them secluded in the room, talking, having sex or simply touching each other. It was great Harry realised.

A splash of water interrupted the Gryffindor's train of thought as Lucius left the pool and walked over to where Harry was seated. He had been trying to read a book, something he found in Lucius' library about defence curses, but his eyes had kept straying to Lucius and how the blond man had decided to just swim in the nude. It was sin, that sight and how Harry had seemingly turned into a pervert just after having sex. It was also a bit embarrassing to the teen.

"What is on your mind?" the blond wizard asked as he started towelling himself dry.

"That you look sexy naked," Harry blurted out.

Lucius paused at his task and grinned. "Oh?"

"Stop looking that smug," Harry said, rolling his eyes and pretending to go back to his book, but the older man would have none of it. He took the book and tossed it on an unoccupied space. Then he bent down and kissed Harry while pulling the teen to his feet.

"These," he tugged at Harry's swim trunks, "Need to go," he said and tugged until the cloth pooled around Harry's feet.

It was odd being bare in a place where everyone in the manor could see. Harry had not felt this self conscious when they had gone skinny dipping at the beach. It was a good thing they were alone in the house too.

"Yes," Lucius said, "I have you and the house to myself and I will be as decadent as possible and you will be right there with me, my minx," the blond told Harry. "Now, doesn't the water look incredible today?" he pulled Harry towards the pool and gently pushed the teen to sit on the edge before he himself slipped into the water and came up, resting his face between Harry's parted legs.

A teasing smirk crossed Harry's face. "Lucius? Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Trying?"

"And succeeding," the younger wizard admitted.

"Then yes," Lucius replied. "Are you enticed enough?"

Harry smiled and slipped into the water, his body rubbing up against the older man's. Once they were both in the water, Lucius backed him up against the sides of the pool and Harry wrapped his legs around the man's slim waist. Lucius was positioned just right yet he was not making any move, like Harry was mentally egging him on to do. It was something the teen had noticed about Lucius. He did not want to rush; instead he took his sweet time with Harry.

"Sometimes, rushed is good, or so I'm told," Harry whispered but Lucius heard him clearly. And in that moment he threw caution to the wind and did just what Harry wanted and neither of them regretted it.

When Draco stepped through the Floo he had been apprehensive as to what he might meet, he was after all coming home earlier than he had told his father. He had imagined his dad and Potter doing all sorts of nasty staff all over the house but since he stepped in, nothing seemed changed. The furniture was the same, the elves were a bit perkier but the blond teen did not care about that. He found his father and Potter on the terrace. His peer was practically using his father as a pillow as Lucius was reading a book out loud, in a steady voice. Draco realised it was actually a history book explaining how the Malfoy's, before they even took the name, were strategists at the side of emperors and kings on the continent,, long before they came to the British Isles.

Harry noticed him first and lifted his head a bit, long enough to wave him.

"Son," Lucius said.

"Don't get up," Draco said and simply pointed at the book. "That one's an interesting chapter, I remember."

"Want to join us then?" Harry invited.

Draco met his father's eyes. Blaise, over the years had said a ton of horror stories about step fathers and his mother's lovers that never got to be her official husbands. So far Harry was nothing like them and it was a bit off putting as it made Draco unable to hate the green eyed teen. And his father looked so relaxed, more than Draco had seen him in the past. It was different and not necessarily bad.

"Join us, please," Lucius said even as a house elf popped in with more iced tea and diced fruit for Draco.

The Malfoy heir sat and let his father's voice remind him of older times, when he was still a kid and had yet to learn how to read, when his parents put more of a front to seem like a family even inside the Manor's walls.

End of chapter.