01# Mewling Monkeys
The barroom was dimly lit, when the dark cloaked figure entered and sat down at a free chair at the bar. The man threw back the hood, his waist long, silver-blonde hair falling back loose. He ordered something strong and gazed across the room, looking for nothing in particular.
The smoke-filled pub was known for its doubtful visitors, a mix of addicts, who bought their stuff in the backyard, dark wizards and pimps with their "employees". The owner must have a very good lawyer, Lucius thought, and drowned his drink in one long gulp, before he ordered the next. He didn't come here very often, but at times he enjoyed the sticky, dirty atmosphere in the shabby pub, the "Mewling Monkey"
Absentmindedly, he watched some guests leave, when the door opened again and a young, dark-haired man entered. Lucius coughed into his drink, observing the appearance closer.
The dark locks hung wet into the young man's face, covering his features in a high contrast to the alabaster skin. His cheeks were rosy from the chill of the stormy night, and he shivered, when he made his way towards the bar - towards Lucius.
Harry looked around, spotting an empty chair and sat down. He didn't look up from his drink, when the man next to him asked something. He answered and gulped another glass.
"Getting pissed?"
"Yeah."
"It's cold outside, isn't it?"
"Awfully."
"Haven't I seen you before?"
He looked up into the pale blue eyes of the older blonde. His vision was blurry, since he didn't wear his glasses, but he recognized the man, though. There was no way to miss him.
"Malfoy, what a honor to meet you down here!"
"My pleasure, Mr. Potter., but may I ask what the savoir of the Wizarding world is doing in such dark and dangerous surroundings at this time of the day?"
"Getting pissed, what else?"
"I doubt Dumbledore would like that."
"Fuck that man. I don't care, if he does, why should I?"
"I have heard you left your position as a DADA? Is that true?"
"It is. Problem with that?"
"Of course not, I was merely interested, what you are doing with your life."
"Getting pissed, to answer your question. What do you want, Malfoy, spit it out and leave me alone after it, would you? I'm sick of being the Golden Boy, so leave me in peace!"
"I just want o talk and, to answer your question, I won't let you in peace, I'm sorry."
"Doubt it, but since you insist on this - why are you here? Isn't that a bit cheap for you?"
"Getting pissed is always cheap, Mr. Potter. The ambience doesn't matter that much."
"I see."
"So what are you doing at the moment. You seem troubled, my boy."
"I was working at that bookshop over there, but the Ministry closed the shop last week, so I'm doing pretty nothing, beside getting pissed, making debts I cannot pay back and loosing myself in some daze between alcohol and other stuff, so if you excuse me, I'm out of money. It was really nice to meet you again, without being killed, Malfoy-"
"Wait. Do you want another drink?"
"You invite me?"
"Yes, if you don't mind?"
"I won't. Thank you."
The barkeeper brought them another two drinks, then another, and another.
Their conversation was quite good, but at some point Harry just passed out. If Lucius had not kept him from falling, he had hit his head on the floor. The barkeeper looked at the youngster worriedly and shook his head.
"You better bring him home, sir. I'd hate it, if I had to throw him out in the cold without knowing he'll survive the night. It's a pretty boy, shouldn't be here, but is - too often!"
"I'll bring him, don't worry."
"Would be better. See you two around, good bye, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius left the pub, the boy only half-conscious in his arms, he carried him a few meters, before he realized, that he had no clue, where Harry Potter lived, nor knew he anybody else, beside Dumbledore, where he could bring him. Meeting Dumbledore didn't sound well to him, so he decided just to take the boy with him. The manor was empty besides him anyway.
~*~
The rain fell in heavy drops, as Lucius walked from the village towards the manor. The anti-apparating wards made it impossible for him to get directly to the house and there was no floo from the pub, so he had apparated, the unconscious boy still in his arms.
When he finally reached the front doors, he was soaked to the bone, as was his charge. He had planned to leave the boy in one of the guestrooms, but that would certainly make him ill, as he shivered slightly.
Lucius sighed and climbed the main stairs to the second floor, taking the left corridor to the master bedroom he had shared with his wife long years, in which he slept alone now. He laid the boy down on the bed and peeled him out of his wet clothes, which he gave a house-elf, which was waiting for his own as well. After picking pajamas for both of them from the dresser, he slipped into his own black silk pajama-bottoms and struggled to get the second, white pair on Harry. He didn't bother to put the boy's shirt on, but his own, before he climbed into bed and spooned up behind Harry, pulling the cold bogy against his to create some warmth.
He smiled at himself. Never ever he had thought Harry Potter would share a bed with him.
The barroom was dimly lit, when the dark cloaked figure entered and sat down at a free chair at the bar. The man threw back the hood, his waist long, silver-blonde hair falling back loose. He ordered something strong and gazed across the room, looking for nothing in particular.
The smoke-filled pub was known for its doubtful visitors, a mix of addicts, who bought their stuff in the backyard, dark wizards and pimps with their "employees". The owner must have a very good lawyer, Lucius thought, and drowned his drink in one long gulp, before he ordered the next. He didn't come here very often, but at times he enjoyed the sticky, dirty atmosphere in the shabby pub, the "Mewling Monkey"
Absentmindedly, he watched some guests leave, when the door opened again and a young, dark-haired man entered. Lucius coughed into his drink, observing the appearance closer.
The dark locks hung wet into the young man's face, covering his features in a high contrast to the alabaster skin. His cheeks were rosy from the chill of the stormy night, and he shivered, when he made his way towards the bar - towards Lucius.
Harry looked around, spotting an empty chair and sat down. He didn't look up from his drink, when the man next to him asked something. He answered and gulped another glass.
"Getting pissed?"
"Yeah."
"It's cold outside, isn't it?"
"Awfully."
"Haven't I seen you before?"
He looked up into the pale blue eyes of the older blonde. His vision was blurry, since he didn't wear his glasses, but he recognized the man, though. There was no way to miss him.
"Malfoy, what a honor to meet you down here!"
"My pleasure, Mr. Potter., but may I ask what the savoir of the Wizarding world is doing in such dark and dangerous surroundings at this time of the day?"
"Getting pissed, what else?"
"I doubt Dumbledore would like that."
"Fuck that man. I don't care, if he does, why should I?"
"I have heard you left your position as a DADA? Is that true?"
"It is. Problem with that?"
"Of course not, I was merely interested, what you are doing with your life."
"Getting pissed, to answer your question. What do you want, Malfoy, spit it out and leave me alone after it, would you? I'm sick of being the Golden Boy, so leave me in peace!"
"I just want o talk and, to answer your question, I won't let you in peace, I'm sorry."
"Doubt it, but since you insist on this - why are you here? Isn't that a bit cheap for you?"
"Getting pissed is always cheap, Mr. Potter. The ambience doesn't matter that much."
"I see."
"So what are you doing at the moment. You seem troubled, my boy."
"I was working at that bookshop over there, but the Ministry closed the shop last week, so I'm doing pretty nothing, beside getting pissed, making debts I cannot pay back and loosing myself in some daze between alcohol and other stuff, so if you excuse me, I'm out of money. It was really nice to meet you again, without being killed, Malfoy-"
"Wait. Do you want another drink?"
"You invite me?"
"Yes, if you don't mind?"
"I won't. Thank you."
The barkeeper brought them another two drinks, then another, and another.
Their conversation was quite good, but at some point Harry just passed out. If Lucius had not kept him from falling, he had hit his head on the floor. The barkeeper looked at the youngster worriedly and shook his head.
"You better bring him home, sir. I'd hate it, if I had to throw him out in the cold without knowing he'll survive the night. It's a pretty boy, shouldn't be here, but is - too often!"
"I'll bring him, don't worry."
"Would be better. See you two around, good bye, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius left the pub, the boy only half-conscious in his arms, he carried him a few meters, before he realized, that he had no clue, where Harry Potter lived, nor knew he anybody else, beside Dumbledore, where he could bring him. Meeting Dumbledore didn't sound well to him, so he decided just to take the boy with him. The manor was empty besides him anyway.
~*~
The rain fell in heavy drops, as Lucius walked from the village towards the manor. The anti-apparating wards made it impossible for him to get directly to the house and there was no floo from the pub, so he had apparated, the unconscious boy still in his arms.
When he finally reached the front doors, he was soaked to the bone, as was his charge. He had planned to leave the boy in one of the guestrooms, but that would certainly make him ill, as he shivered slightly.
Lucius sighed and climbed the main stairs to the second floor, taking the left corridor to the master bedroom he had shared with his wife long years, in which he slept alone now. He laid the boy down on the bed and peeled him out of his wet clothes, which he gave a house-elf, which was waiting for his own as well. After picking pajamas for both of them from the dresser, he slipped into his own black silk pajama-bottoms and struggled to get the second, white pair on Harry. He didn't bother to put the boy's shirt on, but his own, before he climbed into bed and spooned up behind Harry, pulling the cold bogy against his to create some warmth.
He smiled at himself. Never ever he had thought Harry Potter would share a bed with him.