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Ministry Of Magic - Meeting Room
Lucius Malfoy stared at Cornelius Fudge who was going on and on about something to do with Order of Merlin and Harry Potter. He sighed inwardly - even at work, he could not just forget that brat of the boy. Lucius was not really listening, he was day-dreaming although he would have told you he was being thoughtful. He was thinking of the times he had spent with James Potter.
The subtleness of the other boy-man's touch. The gentle, cool tips of the fingers which would caress him inside out. The teasing, playful soft voice asking for dominance, only to be replaced with a sensual laugh when Lucius indulged in him occasionally. Life had been so easy, not to mention the silky promises of forever and the future.
And he had let himself believe in those! Lucius was overcome with a fit of anger and he clenched his fist involuntarily, causing all at present to look at him warily. Only Fudge seemed unnerved and dismissed it with a cheery, 'Of course, Lucius here still bears hatred for You-know-who, that's why he's so sensitive to the name,'
Lucius forced himself to relax, unclenching the white fist and instead criss-crossing it with his other hand.
The sound of paper rustling revoked feelings within him. Feelings he had believed extinct but were resurrected.
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20 years ago
'James,' Lucius seductively pressed his body against the other boy's and brushed up and down deliberately, letting his arousal remind James of the boy's. He felt James shudder under the idea of pleasure but stubbornly (in the same old Gryffindor manner) tell him, 'No, Lucius, I have to prepare for my damned OWLS. You're lucky you don't have to,'
'You sure you really want to reject this Sex God over here?' Lucius teased, as he brushed even harder against the younger boy who sat on the edge of the Slytherin's bed, quill poised over the notes he had been making. The boy gave a soft moan at the thought of Lucius' height of arousal.
'N-yes,' Getting weaker, Lucius realised with a wicked smirk as he slyly moved away, such that the warmth James was savouring was replaced with coldness. Smirking, the blonde positioned himself just inches away.
'James Potter,' Lucius made sure he had a seductive lilt in voice, 'Are you very sure?'
'Lucius, please,' Getting more and more vulnerable, Lucius noted as he ignored the plea and instead pressed even harder, this time round, spinning the younger boy around so that they sat face to face. Then, in one swift movement, Lucius knocked the boy to the bed, straddling him as he did so.
'You haven't answered my question yet,' Lucius smoothly refused to let go of the boy, choosing instead to let one hand slide down *there* and start moving up and down. He felt a shiver of pleasure mixed with self-control pass through the younger boy's body as James Potter gritted his teeth to keep back the inelegant pleas for a certain something.
'Are you sure you don't want me?' Lucius' hand left the sensitive organ and he lowered himself so that his arousal was evident.
'No - yes, for GOD'S SAKES, YES!' James Potter's blurting of the words was like a harp playing a melody to Lucius. So welcoming as Lucius knocked the papers and quill out of the boy's hands and instead concentrated on the nice art of removing clothes.
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Present
'Lucius, the meeting has ended - are you alright?' Fudge was tapping him concernedly and Lucius bit back a sarcastic comment.
'Yes, I'm fine, just *slightly* distracted for a moment,' he smoothly said.
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Malfoy Manor
Harry looked at the sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. He was troubled and no amount of sunshine could brighten him up. He had just turned away Draco, saying he had a spell of vertigo and needed to rest badly or he might just risk fainting right away. It pained him to reject Draco but he needed to sort out his own feelings and what really happened the night before.
Alright - take a deep breath, he instructed himself, careful not to confuse himself further.
Last night, he had been having a nightmare, no problems so far. Then, he had been scared awake, to find Lucius - no, at the point he thought the person was Draco, Draco holding him, whispering soothing words and cradling him in such a way it felt so safe - this was disturbing - he actually managed to feel safe with Lucius Malfoy. The world could come to an end now!
Then he realised it was Lucius Malfoy and he had been so stunned he froze completely and tensed - Idiot, I should have ran for it, Harry thought - and the older man had realised and let him go gently. But Harry hadn't ran - he should have really - instead, he had thanked - oh god, I'm officially barking mad, Harry thought in horror - and then crawled back to the embrace.
And Lucius Malfoy had held him until he fell asleep, he supposed - seeing that there were no signs that the older man had spent the night with him.
Now, Harry was faced with a big question - how should he behave around Lucius Malfoy now?
Of course, he could always ignore the man and go on with life as usual. Or maybe he could just thank the man and then revert to option number one.
'Harry,' Draco Malfoy entered the room, his grey eyes immediately finding the tight ball curled up on the bed and gently prodded the boy before saying, 'You're supposed to come down for lunch - it's a family affair, you know,'
Option number one then.
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'Harry's unwell, Mother,'
Lucius had overheard his son's explanation to excusing Harry Potter from lunch. Unwell, how terribly interesting, Lucius ironically raised an eyebrow. Well, a night's worth of nightmares was certainly enough to make anyone unwell or even mentally unstable for a while, Lucius thought as he watched his son's retreating back as the boy went to fetch his boyfriend.
How remarkably similar, Lucius compared father and son again as he remembered the nights, after passionate 'body-dueling' where he had held the senior Potter to sleep. His ex-lover had twitched and writhed in his arms where the nightmares haunted the boy and Lucius would whisper soothingly. How beautiful the scene had been, a beautiful young blonde holding an exotic little brunette.
The noise of footsteps and shuffling made Lucius Malfoy fix his steel grey eyes upon the two boys as they entered. Potter was pale, Lucius' sharp eyes noted how the slender hands trembled as the boy took his seat next to Draco, wincing slightly under the weight of Lucius' stare.
Lunch was an uncomfortably tense affair for both Lucius and Harry. For Lucius, it was due to the fact that Harry looked remarkably like James and it was all he could do not to go and hold the boy in his arms. Self-control was one thing Lucius was good at and he exercised it upon himself to full extent, having a casual conversation with Draco, all the while keeping his eyes on his son.
Lucius could feel Harry glancing at him occasionally.
Damn it, Harry never knew Lucius Malfoy as strikingly good-looking but now he was observing the man so closely, he realised just how devastatingly drop-dead gorgeous the man was. The man just had this air of casual handsomeness about him.
The way he tied up the locks of silver-blonde so loosely there were stray strands of hair framing that angular face. Lucius' silk shirt had the first two buttons undone and the pale skin underneath was very fetching. The grey eyes, now focused on Draco as he spoke, were so beautifully guarded. Harry could just feel himself getting turned on just by the sight of Lucius Malfoy.
'Mr. Potter,' Harry's eyes snapped up at the smoothness of the voice addressing him. Lucius Malfoy was smiling, a slight emotionless smile.
'Yes, sir?'
'I was just wondering what job do you intend to take on after Hogwarts? Draco here says he would love to work as an ambassador,' Lucius Malfoy let the barest of smiles touch his face once more. Harry was aware of Narcissa Malfoy sipping her wine.
'I haven't - haven't really thought about it,' Harry managed to answer.
'Would you be into the sports line?' Narcissa Malfoy expressed her opinion politely.
'N-no ma'am. I figured the players don't have much freedom,'
'You will find, Mr. Potter, that in no matter what line you go into, you will never have freedom for you are a celebrity,' Lucius Malfoy was politely pouring wine for Harry. As he passed the glass to Harry, Lucius let his fingers brush slightly against the boy's.
'You might consider working for me if you are willing to help me negotiate deals. I do not find enough time to do negotiating myself and am willing to pay a high amount to you per month,'
Harry was stunned and shocked - Lucius Malfoy was offering him a job now.
He was saved the torment of answering by Narcissa Malfoy, 'If you will all excuse me, I need to go for an old-friend meeting,' She left the room, not before catching Lucius' eye and seeing his understanding as he gave the briefest of nods to her. Less than three minutes later, Draco got up and said hurriedly, 'Got to let Mother know something. Excuse me,'
And so, it was time to tie up loose ends, Lucius realised as he gazed straight into the shocked eyes of Harry Potter.
'Mr. Malfoy - ' Harry tried to say something but Lucius cut him off.
'Last night means nothing, you do understand, don't you? I was merely making a guest comfortable,'
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Ok..another chapter done...hey there, where are the reviewers?
Ministry Of Magic - Meeting Room
Lucius Malfoy stared at Cornelius Fudge who was going on and on about something to do with Order of Merlin and Harry Potter. He sighed inwardly - even at work, he could not just forget that brat of the boy. Lucius was not really listening, he was day-dreaming although he would have told you he was being thoughtful. He was thinking of the times he had spent with James Potter.
The subtleness of the other boy-man's touch. The gentle, cool tips of the fingers which would caress him inside out. The teasing, playful soft voice asking for dominance, only to be replaced with a sensual laugh when Lucius indulged in him occasionally. Life had been so easy, not to mention the silky promises of forever and the future.
And he had let himself believe in those! Lucius was overcome with a fit of anger and he clenched his fist involuntarily, causing all at present to look at him warily. Only Fudge seemed unnerved and dismissed it with a cheery, 'Of course, Lucius here still bears hatred for You-know-who, that's why he's so sensitive to the name,'
Lucius forced himself to relax, unclenching the white fist and instead criss-crossing it with his other hand.
The sound of paper rustling revoked feelings within him. Feelings he had believed extinct but were resurrected.
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20 years ago
'James,' Lucius seductively pressed his body against the other boy's and brushed up and down deliberately, letting his arousal remind James of the boy's. He felt James shudder under the idea of pleasure but stubbornly (in the same old Gryffindor manner) tell him, 'No, Lucius, I have to prepare for my damned OWLS. You're lucky you don't have to,'
'You sure you really want to reject this Sex God over here?' Lucius teased, as he brushed even harder against the younger boy who sat on the edge of the Slytherin's bed, quill poised over the notes he had been making. The boy gave a soft moan at the thought of Lucius' height of arousal.
'N-yes,' Getting weaker, Lucius realised with a wicked smirk as he slyly moved away, such that the warmth James was savouring was replaced with coldness. Smirking, the blonde positioned himself just inches away.
'James Potter,' Lucius made sure he had a seductive lilt in voice, 'Are you very sure?'
'Lucius, please,' Getting more and more vulnerable, Lucius noted as he ignored the plea and instead pressed even harder, this time round, spinning the younger boy around so that they sat face to face. Then, in one swift movement, Lucius knocked the boy to the bed, straddling him as he did so.
'You haven't answered my question yet,' Lucius smoothly refused to let go of the boy, choosing instead to let one hand slide down *there* and start moving up and down. He felt a shiver of pleasure mixed with self-control pass through the younger boy's body as James Potter gritted his teeth to keep back the inelegant pleas for a certain something.
'Are you sure you don't want me?' Lucius' hand left the sensitive organ and he lowered himself so that his arousal was evident.
'No - yes, for GOD'S SAKES, YES!' James Potter's blurting of the words was like a harp playing a melody to Lucius. So welcoming as Lucius knocked the papers and quill out of the boy's hands and instead concentrated on the nice art of removing clothes.
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Present
'Lucius, the meeting has ended - are you alright?' Fudge was tapping him concernedly and Lucius bit back a sarcastic comment.
'Yes, I'm fine, just *slightly* distracted for a moment,' he smoothly said.
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Malfoy Manor
Harry looked at the sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. He was troubled and no amount of sunshine could brighten him up. He had just turned away Draco, saying he had a spell of vertigo and needed to rest badly or he might just risk fainting right away. It pained him to reject Draco but he needed to sort out his own feelings and what really happened the night before.
Alright - take a deep breath, he instructed himself, careful not to confuse himself further.
Last night, he had been having a nightmare, no problems so far. Then, he had been scared awake, to find Lucius - no, at the point he thought the person was Draco, Draco holding him, whispering soothing words and cradling him in such a way it felt so safe - this was disturbing - he actually managed to feel safe with Lucius Malfoy. The world could come to an end now!
Then he realised it was Lucius Malfoy and he had been so stunned he froze completely and tensed - Idiot, I should have ran for it, Harry thought - and the older man had realised and let him go gently. But Harry hadn't ran - he should have really - instead, he had thanked - oh god, I'm officially barking mad, Harry thought in horror - and then crawled back to the embrace.
And Lucius Malfoy had held him until he fell asleep, he supposed - seeing that there were no signs that the older man had spent the night with him.
Now, Harry was faced with a big question - how should he behave around Lucius Malfoy now?
Of course, he could always ignore the man and go on with life as usual. Or maybe he could just thank the man and then revert to option number one.
'Harry,' Draco Malfoy entered the room, his grey eyes immediately finding the tight ball curled up on the bed and gently prodded the boy before saying, 'You're supposed to come down for lunch - it's a family affair, you know,'
Option number one then.
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'Harry's unwell, Mother,'
Lucius had overheard his son's explanation to excusing Harry Potter from lunch. Unwell, how terribly interesting, Lucius ironically raised an eyebrow. Well, a night's worth of nightmares was certainly enough to make anyone unwell or even mentally unstable for a while, Lucius thought as he watched his son's retreating back as the boy went to fetch his boyfriend.
How remarkably similar, Lucius compared father and son again as he remembered the nights, after passionate 'body-dueling' where he had held the senior Potter to sleep. His ex-lover had twitched and writhed in his arms where the nightmares haunted the boy and Lucius would whisper soothingly. How beautiful the scene had been, a beautiful young blonde holding an exotic little brunette.
The noise of footsteps and shuffling made Lucius Malfoy fix his steel grey eyes upon the two boys as they entered. Potter was pale, Lucius' sharp eyes noted how the slender hands trembled as the boy took his seat next to Draco, wincing slightly under the weight of Lucius' stare.
Lunch was an uncomfortably tense affair for both Lucius and Harry. For Lucius, it was due to the fact that Harry looked remarkably like James and it was all he could do not to go and hold the boy in his arms. Self-control was one thing Lucius was good at and he exercised it upon himself to full extent, having a casual conversation with Draco, all the while keeping his eyes on his son.
Lucius could feel Harry glancing at him occasionally.
Damn it, Harry never knew Lucius Malfoy as strikingly good-looking but now he was observing the man so closely, he realised just how devastatingly drop-dead gorgeous the man was. The man just had this air of casual handsomeness about him.
The way he tied up the locks of silver-blonde so loosely there were stray strands of hair framing that angular face. Lucius' silk shirt had the first two buttons undone and the pale skin underneath was very fetching. The grey eyes, now focused on Draco as he spoke, were so beautifully guarded. Harry could just feel himself getting turned on just by the sight of Lucius Malfoy.
'Mr. Potter,' Harry's eyes snapped up at the smoothness of the voice addressing him. Lucius Malfoy was smiling, a slight emotionless smile.
'Yes, sir?'
'I was just wondering what job do you intend to take on after Hogwarts? Draco here says he would love to work as an ambassador,' Lucius Malfoy let the barest of smiles touch his face once more. Harry was aware of Narcissa Malfoy sipping her wine.
'I haven't - haven't really thought about it,' Harry managed to answer.
'Would you be into the sports line?' Narcissa Malfoy expressed her opinion politely.
'N-no ma'am. I figured the players don't have much freedom,'
'You will find, Mr. Potter, that in no matter what line you go into, you will never have freedom for you are a celebrity,' Lucius Malfoy was politely pouring wine for Harry. As he passed the glass to Harry, Lucius let his fingers brush slightly against the boy's.
'You might consider working for me if you are willing to help me negotiate deals. I do not find enough time to do negotiating myself and am willing to pay a high amount to you per month,'
Harry was stunned and shocked - Lucius Malfoy was offering him a job now.
He was saved the torment of answering by Narcissa Malfoy, 'If you will all excuse me, I need to go for an old-friend meeting,' She left the room, not before catching Lucius' eye and seeing his understanding as he gave the briefest of nods to her. Less than three minutes later, Draco got up and said hurriedly, 'Got to let Mother know something. Excuse me,'
And so, it was time to tie up loose ends, Lucius realised as he gazed straight into the shocked eyes of Harry Potter.
'Mr. Malfoy - ' Harry tried to say something but Lucius cut him off.
'Last night means nothing, you do understand, don't you? I was merely making a guest comfortable,'
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Ok..another chapter done...hey there, where are the reviewers?