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You. What is distracting you the whole time - you.
Much as Lucius Malfoy had expected that answer - knowing that he was indeed very fascinatingly beautiful - the answer coming from Harry seemed more divine, purer. It was as if all the years of killing and invisible blood stains upon him had been washed away by sweet crystal-clear water. Like dirt being soothed away by gentle rivers after nearly two decades.
Shaking himself out of his trance, Lucius looked down at Harry, feeling the embarrassment burning on the boy's face for having been so blunt.
'I see,'
*Be calm and unruffled*
'Well, indeed I am most honoured to be worthy to become a source of your distraction,' Lucius paused here, wanting to tease the boy about but completely taken aback by the next response he drew. He had assumed that the boy would pale with fear at the possibility that he took offence.
Instead, a horrified look washed away all the colour on Harry's face as the young Gryffindor buried his head in his hands, wildly muttering under his breath and into those fingers. Straining a bit, Lucius caught snatches of words 'Damn Snape', 'Shit' and the most intriguing of all, 'Hybrid love potion'.
'Now now Harry,' Lucius firmly closed his own fingers around the boy's bony ones and brought the hands down as he asked, 'I want a good explanation what you just said - either you be a good little boy and tell me the truth or else, you shall pay for hiding the truth,'
Harry stared at the man fearfully. He was certainly horrified now that he realised that the love potion Snape tested on him really worked and that of all things, he had blurted out his deepest secret. To have actually indirectly confessed his attraction to the man of all things!
'Harry,' the dangerous edge to the voice Lucius had employed was good enough.
'Snape got us to make love potions today in class and he tested one on me,' Harry tried to say it as simply as possible without mentioning that it incurred truth in a person. He watched as Lucius cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully and then gasped when he felt the grip on his hands tightened. Lucius was concealing a grateful-to-Severus smirk.
'But then, what has a *love* potion got to do with you and me?' the very innocent-sounding-but-sly question was posted as Lucius innocently tilted his head so that he portrayed the very look of an angel from heaven. His silver hair caressed his shoulders as he waited for an answer - oh, this was a good tease.
'It - sort of like - like makes one be truthful of one's love interest,' Harry blurted out quickly, too quickly. He immediately felt blood rushing to his cheeks and ears and he desperately wished he had not thought of a better answer. He bit his lip, waiting for a dealing of punishment.
'Do you actually mean to say that I am your love interest?' Lucius Malfoy was trying his utmost best to fight back his laughter as he watched the boy squirm uncomfortably. Lucius put on his most god-I-am-flattered-but-is-it- true expression.
Silence.
'Har-ry,' Lucius whispered as he leaned closer to the boy, his fingers loosening their grip on the small hands and instead gripping the shoulders.
'Yes,'
Silence. Then, 'I'm sorry, sir. I swear I never meant to - really, sir. I really swear. I'll even write you a ten parchment long apology if that's what you want, sir. Really, I didn't mean to,'
Lucius was inwardly laughing so hard he thought he was going to have a sleepless night filled with hilarious images of the seventeen year old trying his best to convince him.
'But Harry, that *isn't* what I want, love,' the endearment were like fingers, caressing the inside of Harry's soul as he tried to figure out the serious tone of the blonde. Lucius was now releasing his shoulders and instead, bringing his hands up to Harry's face and forcefully - Harry was surprised but he did love the slight harshness to the touch - tilting up the brunette's head.
'T-then what is it y-you want?' Harry could not help but stutter like a four year old seeing a big Alsatian and still innocently believing the dog could talk reason. Lucius let himself savor the innocence and fear in the child, then he smiled.
'This,' Lucius bent down, so that his hair was gently sweeping against the boy's shoulders and he slid a strong arm around the small waist. Without any warning, Lucius dropped a gentle kiss on the boy's lips before he released the boy.
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15 mins later
'HARRY!' Harry had just entered the common room, disoriented due to the kiss, and was immediately knocked into by an extremely agitated Ron. Ron was red to the very roots of his hair, making his head look like a ball of fire, and he seemed unable to talk in proper sentences as he gestured wildly with his hands.
'Hermione - love potion - works - slapped - oh god please save me,' Ron muttered wildly as he frantically pulled Harry off to the dormitory. Trailing behind Ron and trying to keep up with the frenzied speed of things, Harry tried to make sense of the words as he stumbled and knocked into people.
'Look, Ron, I need you to speak clearly,' Harry said firmly after he cast a soundless spell around them as they both sat on Ron's bed. Ron only gave him an appalled look mixed with agitation and franticness. Ron continued to mutter more incoherently for another few seconds before he stopped the tirade.
'Ron?'
'Okay, here's what happened. Snape made us take the potion - love potion - remember? Well, it works - I confessed my attraction for Hermione - she was helping me with homework - I really dunno what came over me - must be that dratted potion - well, where was I? Oh yes, then I sorta leaned over - god, what was I thinking - and I kissed her you know? Well - she fought of course - but I seemed to get worse - at last, she banged this huge encyclopedia against my head - then slapped me - hurt like hell - and then said I was even worse than a slug and - a sex-crazed pervert!'
'Yeah,' Harry offered, still dazed by the kiss. It was clearly the wrong thing to say.
'WHAT? You also think that I am a sex-crazed pervert!!! Harry, I thought you would understand - my best friend for god's sake!!!' Ron exclaimed, all dignity forgotten as he wringed his hands in despair and nearly cried with agitation.
'No - no, I was saying [yeah, Hermione was wrong to call you a sex-crazed pervert],' Harry hastily corrected himself, putting on a sympathetic expression to back his acting up. He could understand the agitation and anxiety his friend was reeking of - no doubt the other boy had also been alarmed at his own actions.
'Ron, listen - it wasn't you fault, ok? The love potion worked alright but it'll be off by midnight so all you have to do is to clear things up with Hermione tomorrow,' Harry tried to calm his friend down as Ron turned pale at the prospect of talking to Hermione again. Harry sighed.
'Look, I know it's gonna be hard to broach on the subject, but you have to,' Harry offered.
'No,' Ron moaned, clearly frustrated by his own actions, 'She'll scream if I go near her,'
Harry had to sympathize. Hermione in a bad mood was not nice to deal with.
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Lucius' chambers
'Do you mean to say that you sexually harassed Potter in less than an hour ago?' Lucius sighed inwardly at the sharp accusation by Severus who had just entered his chamber minutes ago. Sexually harassed - well, it was more of sexually intimidated if truth be told.
'I prefer to call it "kissing", not "sexually harassed", Severus,' Lucius mildly said as he offered his friend a glass of white wine and smiled lightly when Severus rejected his offer. Lucius now turned his attention to marking the seventh-years test papers, sneering ever so lightly at Long- bottom's shabby piece of work.
'Do you have any idea what image you project to me? You are a pedophile,' Severus stressed the negative term and shook his head in disgust as he watched Lucius neatly scrawl out a sarcastic remark on Long-bottom's work - if there was one thing they both ever agreed whole-heartedly on, it had to be Long-bottom's state of work.
'Pedophile? My, Severus, I had no idea you really thought that of me - what's wrong with kissing Harry? He even admitted he liked me,'
'Do you know what good deed you have just done?! Kissing a student! For Merlin's sake, Potter is a student, and one of the unspoken rules of being a Professor is that you *do not* take advantage of students - meaning, you do not have sexual or physical relationships with them!'
'But you said it was unspoken - meaning, not officially declared,' Lucius pointed out ever so sweetly.
'Then, God save you, Lucius - you're damned,'
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[ Dream ]
It was the same blazing anger which rushed through his body, he controlled his own trembling, harshly directing his glare to the boy who stood in front of him. A perfect little replica of himself - longish blonde hair, sharp grey eyes, pale skin. His son. His Draco. The son he had married Narcissa for. The heir he had been proud to show off.
Draco. Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy currently placing one pale, grim-stained, hand against a bleeding wound on his chest, courtesy of a scuffle between him and the Weasley boy. Draco Malfoy lifting his eyes to look at him. Draco Malfoy opening his mouth in a gasp. Memories of their shared father-son relationship rushing back.
From a wrinkled little red-faced infant, to a thin toddler who was often slapped by him, then an unsure preteen who struggled with books, and finally the young monster he had created. Lucius felt like crying - all these years, he had acted too well. Until even his own son had no idea which side he was on. Until his own son had lost direction and blindly followed his mother.
What had he done? He had simply been too convincing a Voldemort-supporting father. He had done his acting too well. So well, his own son had been mislead - his fault. So perfect had been his hatred for Light that his own son had become the monster he portrayed outwardly.
He had paid a price for his undiscovered disloyalty - the destroying of his own son.
And now, a monster created must be destroyed.
Lucius watched as the boy shakily held up his arm carrying the wand. A monster who could not remember - sadness, guilt, fear.
The pounding noise of people gathering around them, wondering whether to capture his son or not. The gasps as people witnessed the scene before them. Two of the Malfoy family, the very last males of the ancient family.
There was only one way. Salvation. Death.
'Avada Kedavra,' Lucius whispered, his voice soft but firm as he watched his own son stand shocked for a second, then crumbling over like a puppet with its strings snipped and finally hitting the ground. A puppet which had served its usage. Nothing more now than a puppet.
When people had dispersed, leaving him with his son's body, Lucius had held the cold body close to him. For the first time in his adult life, he allowed a tear to slide down his cheeks to his son's forehead. His son. The price he had paid for his own safety.
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And with that, Lucius awoke. His grey eyes immediately penetrating the cold darkness.
And for the first time, he wondered if he was wrong in showing his affection for the little Gryffindor. His own past was catching up with him. His own ghosts all these years were surfacing - making him wonder if he was harming the boy.
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Just review, ok?
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa
Read and Review (it's a must or I simply refuse to update)
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You. What is distracting you the whole time - you.
Much as Lucius Malfoy had expected that answer - knowing that he was indeed very fascinatingly beautiful - the answer coming from Harry seemed more divine, purer. It was as if all the years of killing and invisible blood stains upon him had been washed away by sweet crystal-clear water. Like dirt being soothed away by gentle rivers after nearly two decades.
Shaking himself out of his trance, Lucius looked down at Harry, feeling the embarrassment burning on the boy's face for having been so blunt.
'I see,'
*Be calm and unruffled*
'Well, indeed I am most honoured to be worthy to become a source of your distraction,' Lucius paused here, wanting to tease the boy about but completely taken aback by the next response he drew. He had assumed that the boy would pale with fear at the possibility that he took offence.
Instead, a horrified look washed away all the colour on Harry's face as the young Gryffindor buried his head in his hands, wildly muttering under his breath and into those fingers. Straining a bit, Lucius caught snatches of words 'Damn Snape', 'Shit' and the most intriguing of all, 'Hybrid love potion'.
'Now now Harry,' Lucius firmly closed his own fingers around the boy's bony ones and brought the hands down as he asked, 'I want a good explanation what you just said - either you be a good little boy and tell me the truth or else, you shall pay for hiding the truth,'
Harry stared at the man fearfully. He was certainly horrified now that he realised that the love potion Snape tested on him really worked and that of all things, he had blurted out his deepest secret. To have actually indirectly confessed his attraction to the man of all things!
'Harry,' the dangerous edge to the voice Lucius had employed was good enough.
'Snape got us to make love potions today in class and he tested one on me,' Harry tried to say it as simply as possible without mentioning that it incurred truth in a person. He watched as Lucius cocked an eyebrow thoughtfully and then gasped when he felt the grip on his hands tightened. Lucius was concealing a grateful-to-Severus smirk.
'But then, what has a *love* potion got to do with you and me?' the very innocent-sounding-but-sly question was posted as Lucius innocently tilted his head so that he portrayed the very look of an angel from heaven. His silver hair caressed his shoulders as he waited for an answer - oh, this was a good tease.
'It - sort of like - like makes one be truthful of one's love interest,' Harry blurted out quickly, too quickly. He immediately felt blood rushing to his cheeks and ears and he desperately wished he had not thought of a better answer. He bit his lip, waiting for a dealing of punishment.
'Do you actually mean to say that I am your love interest?' Lucius Malfoy was trying his utmost best to fight back his laughter as he watched the boy squirm uncomfortably. Lucius put on his most god-I-am-flattered-but-is-it- true expression.
Silence.
'Har-ry,' Lucius whispered as he leaned closer to the boy, his fingers loosening their grip on the small hands and instead gripping the shoulders.
'Yes,'
Silence. Then, 'I'm sorry, sir. I swear I never meant to - really, sir. I really swear. I'll even write you a ten parchment long apology if that's what you want, sir. Really, I didn't mean to,'
Lucius was inwardly laughing so hard he thought he was going to have a sleepless night filled with hilarious images of the seventeen year old trying his best to convince him.
'But Harry, that *isn't* what I want, love,' the endearment were like fingers, caressing the inside of Harry's soul as he tried to figure out the serious tone of the blonde. Lucius was now releasing his shoulders and instead, bringing his hands up to Harry's face and forcefully - Harry was surprised but he did love the slight harshness to the touch - tilting up the brunette's head.
'T-then what is it y-you want?' Harry could not help but stutter like a four year old seeing a big Alsatian and still innocently believing the dog could talk reason. Lucius let himself savor the innocence and fear in the child, then he smiled.
'This,' Lucius bent down, so that his hair was gently sweeping against the boy's shoulders and he slid a strong arm around the small waist. Without any warning, Lucius dropped a gentle kiss on the boy's lips before he released the boy.
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15 mins later
'HARRY!' Harry had just entered the common room, disoriented due to the kiss, and was immediately knocked into by an extremely agitated Ron. Ron was red to the very roots of his hair, making his head look like a ball of fire, and he seemed unable to talk in proper sentences as he gestured wildly with his hands.
'Hermione - love potion - works - slapped - oh god please save me,' Ron muttered wildly as he frantically pulled Harry off to the dormitory. Trailing behind Ron and trying to keep up with the frenzied speed of things, Harry tried to make sense of the words as he stumbled and knocked into people.
'Look, Ron, I need you to speak clearly,' Harry said firmly after he cast a soundless spell around them as they both sat on Ron's bed. Ron only gave him an appalled look mixed with agitation and franticness. Ron continued to mutter more incoherently for another few seconds before he stopped the tirade.
'Ron?'
'Okay, here's what happened. Snape made us take the potion - love potion - remember? Well, it works - I confessed my attraction for Hermione - she was helping me with homework - I really dunno what came over me - must be that dratted potion - well, where was I? Oh yes, then I sorta leaned over - god, what was I thinking - and I kissed her you know? Well - she fought of course - but I seemed to get worse - at last, she banged this huge encyclopedia against my head - then slapped me - hurt like hell - and then said I was even worse than a slug and - a sex-crazed pervert!'
'Yeah,' Harry offered, still dazed by the kiss. It was clearly the wrong thing to say.
'WHAT? You also think that I am a sex-crazed pervert!!! Harry, I thought you would understand - my best friend for god's sake!!!' Ron exclaimed, all dignity forgotten as he wringed his hands in despair and nearly cried with agitation.
'No - no, I was saying [yeah, Hermione was wrong to call you a sex-crazed pervert],' Harry hastily corrected himself, putting on a sympathetic expression to back his acting up. He could understand the agitation and anxiety his friend was reeking of - no doubt the other boy had also been alarmed at his own actions.
'Ron, listen - it wasn't you fault, ok? The love potion worked alright but it'll be off by midnight so all you have to do is to clear things up with Hermione tomorrow,' Harry tried to calm his friend down as Ron turned pale at the prospect of talking to Hermione again. Harry sighed.
'Look, I know it's gonna be hard to broach on the subject, but you have to,' Harry offered.
'No,' Ron moaned, clearly frustrated by his own actions, 'She'll scream if I go near her,'
Harry had to sympathize. Hermione in a bad mood was not nice to deal with.
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Lucius' chambers
'Do you mean to say that you sexually harassed Potter in less than an hour ago?' Lucius sighed inwardly at the sharp accusation by Severus who had just entered his chamber minutes ago. Sexually harassed - well, it was more of sexually intimidated if truth be told.
'I prefer to call it "kissing", not "sexually harassed", Severus,' Lucius mildly said as he offered his friend a glass of white wine and smiled lightly when Severus rejected his offer. Lucius now turned his attention to marking the seventh-years test papers, sneering ever so lightly at Long- bottom's shabby piece of work.
'Do you have any idea what image you project to me? You are a pedophile,' Severus stressed the negative term and shook his head in disgust as he watched Lucius neatly scrawl out a sarcastic remark on Long-bottom's work - if there was one thing they both ever agreed whole-heartedly on, it had to be Long-bottom's state of work.
'Pedophile? My, Severus, I had no idea you really thought that of me - what's wrong with kissing Harry? He even admitted he liked me,'
'Do you know what good deed you have just done?! Kissing a student! For Merlin's sake, Potter is a student, and one of the unspoken rules of being a Professor is that you *do not* take advantage of students - meaning, you do not have sexual or physical relationships with them!'
'But you said it was unspoken - meaning, not officially declared,' Lucius pointed out ever so sweetly.
'Then, God save you, Lucius - you're damned,'
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[ Dream ]
It was the same blazing anger which rushed through his body, he controlled his own trembling, harshly directing his glare to the boy who stood in front of him. A perfect little replica of himself - longish blonde hair, sharp grey eyes, pale skin. His son. His Draco. The son he had married Narcissa for. The heir he had been proud to show off.
Draco. Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy currently placing one pale, grim-stained, hand against a bleeding wound on his chest, courtesy of a scuffle between him and the Weasley boy. Draco Malfoy lifting his eyes to look at him. Draco Malfoy opening his mouth in a gasp. Memories of their shared father-son relationship rushing back.
From a wrinkled little red-faced infant, to a thin toddler who was often slapped by him, then an unsure preteen who struggled with books, and finally the young monster he had created. Lucius felt like crying - all these years, he had acted too well. Until even his own son had no idea which side he was on. Until his own son had lost direction and blindly followed his mother.
What had he done? He had simply been too convincing a Voldemort-supporting father. He had done his acting too well. So well, his own son had been mislead - his fault. So perfect had been his hatred for Light that his own son had become the monster he portrayed outwardly.
He had paid a price for his undiscovered disloyalty - the destroying of his own son.
And now, a monster created must be destroyed.
Lucius watched as the boy shakily held up his arm carrying the wand. A monster who could not remember - sadness, guilt, fear.
The pounding noise of people gathering around them, wondering whether to capture his son or not. The gasps as people witnessed the scene before them. Two of the Malfoy family, the very last males of the ancient family.
There was only one way. Salvation. Death.
'Avada Kedavra,' Lucius whispered, his voice soft but firm as he watched his own son stand shocked for a second, then crumbling over like a puppet with its strings snipped and finally hitting the ground. A puppet which had served its usage. Nothing more now than a puppet.
When people had dispersed, leaving him with his son's body, Lucius had held the cold body close to him. For the first time in his adult life, he allowed a tear to slide down his cheeks to his son's forehead. His son. The price he had paid for his own safety.
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And with that, Lucius awoke. His grey eyes immediately penetrating the cold darkness.
And for the first time, he wondered if he was wrong in showing his affection for the little Gryffindor. His own past was catching up with him. His own ghosts all these years were surfacing - making him wonder if he was harming the boy.
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Lame?
Just review, ok?
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa