" " : talking
/… / : thinking
WARNING: READ THIS BEFORE THE CHAPTER!!!
From now on there will be bits of incest and attempts to non consensual sex (=almost rape). You've been warned, so DO NOT READ if they make you uncomfortable and DO NOT FLAME ME, understood?
Now that I've ruined the surprise, you can keep on reading.
Chapter 7: Discoveries
When Severus woke up, it was still dark outside. His eyes opened at 5:30 sharp like every morning since he had actively worked for Lucius. It gave him time for sword and martial arts training.
He also liked to wake up in a very quiet house. It allowed him to think, to dream for a little while before the reality of the world came back to him full force.
However, unlike every morning, Severus was not alone in his bed. It was a real break in his habits as he never brought his lovers to the manor. He liked to keep things in their places, never mix pleasure and work. He didn't want his lovers to know he worked for the Malfoy family either.
So, curious, he turned his gaze towards the warm body cuddled against him. First, his eyes widened in shock when he saw who it was. Then he remembered what had happened not so long before. He and Harry… they had… no, he had… no, THEY had…. Shared an intimate moment, to put it neutrally.
Severus couldn't stop his eyes from studying the face of his sleeping… lover? Master? Oh crap! He had broken the very rule he had sworn to himself he would never break.
He had showed his feelings to his master. 'Master' not only because he was Lucius' son, but 'master' because Harry was the first - and undoubtedly the last - one who had caught his heart completely. The only one who had reached his soul and settled in.
How could Severus have not let Harry enter his room last night? He looked so sad, so lost; his eyes were blazing, pleading him to let him in.
When he had opened his door, he hadn't expected to see what he saw. A beautiful teenager wearing his wrinkled pyjamas, hair wild and hugging his pillow dearly. Severus had been speechless. He thought he was dreaming again. It wouldn't have been the first time he dreamt of his young protégé.
Harry literally haunted his dreams, his thoughts. There wasn't a day when Severus did not think about him.
What happened after… Severus could not summon the will to be ashamed of himself. What they had done was beautiful. Perfect. Like the boy currently sleeping in his arms.
The said boy mumbled in his sleep and tried to cuddle even closer to Severus. He looked so peaceful and so damn cute. However, coming back to reality, Severus disengaged himself from the human limpet who was in his embrace, but by doing so, he woke him up.
"Umhummm… Sev? Where are you going?" Harry asked softly.
"I would like to go to the bathroom, if it doesn't disturb you," Severus replied a little sarcastically. But all the sarcasm and cold emotional wall he was trying to raise again crumbled like cake when he heard his young lover say, "Come back soon, I'll be cold without you by my side."
It was said in such an earnest tone that Severus barely refrained from running to the bathroom as if he were training for the sprint in the Olympic Games.
Just to prove to himself that he had self control left, he went there and came back at a very steady and measured pace. He really did not want to let Harry know the incredible power he had over him, even if maybe, it was a little late for that, with what had happened just before…
He came back to bed and once again, and Harry snuggled against him, burying his head under Severus' chin, his arms encircling him. However, very reluctantly, Severus disengaged himself from the embrace, making Harry groan with disappointment, and sat leaning back against the head of the bed.
"Harry, you have to go back to your room," Severus said quietly.
"Why? I'm really comfy just now. I don't want to leave you," Harry said, raising his head and looking straight into the eyes of the older wizard.
"Harry, you can't be seen in my room, in my bed more precisely. Besides… you shouldn't be here in the first place." Severus said the last line with his eyes looking away from Harry. "I shouldn't have let you come in. I shouldn't have let you lie in my bed with me. What we, no, what I did was wrong." It pained him to say the exact contrary of what he was thinking but it was for the best for Harry. At least, he was trying to convince himself about it.
He could feel Harry's body shaking next to him. He couldn't summon the courage to look at his lover again because he knew that if he did, he couldn't refrain himself from hugging and kissing him desperately.
"Are you saying that you're ashamed? Are you saying that you regret what happened?" Harry whispered looking at the figure sitting next to him.
"Yes," Severus answered firmly. But inside his head he was screaming /No!/ over and over.
"I… I can't believe it. I know you're lying, I know you are!! Last night you said you loved me! And I could see it in your eyes! Why are you doing this to me? Do you like making me suffer? If this is because of that stupid, 'me, master's son, and you, bloody stupid bodyguard', then stop it. Don't reject me again, don't do that to me again. Please!" Harry begged him, eyes gleaming with unshed tears.
Then he did something quite unexpected. He grabbed his lover's arm and said, roughly, "If what you just said was the truth, then say it again but this time, with your eyes looking into mine! Say it!"
Severus did as he said; he turned his head and plunged his onyx eyes into those fiery emerald ones.
/I can do this/ he thought. /I've lied so many times now, it won't be difficult. There was a time when I lied to save my life. It's almost the same situation here except it's for his own good. Come on! He is just a child! I've done worse things than lying! Oh, God, thinking about that makes me realize how filthy I am next to his innocence…/
Severus was summoning all the strength he had to lie to the… boy? Man? He loved. But he helplessly drowned in his eyes. There was such honesty, such power, such pain in them right at the moment. He felt his resolution to lie to Harry melt like butter.
/How does he do this? I can't resist him anymore. After last night when I saw his face alight with his ecstasy, ecstasy caused by me… What am I going to do?/ was Severus' final thought before his answer.
"You are right. I have no shame, no regrets, absolutely no regrets about what happened last night," he finally admitted. "But I've already told you. You are a Malfoy. The Malfoy family marries only purebloods from respectable families, that is to say, families as rich as they are. Moreover, I'm not worthy of you. You said that you loved me but you don't know me completely. You don't know the real me."
"Then let me see the 'real' you. I know I love you and I will always love you whatever you have done in the past," Harry said eagerly. "What do you think I'm made of? Glass? I know that you must have done things you wish you hadn't, but that's in the past," he said, looking straight into the eyes of his lover. "From now, just focus on the present and the future. Focus on us and the love I know we share. Please." With these last words, Harry threw himself into Severus' arms and hugged him tightly.
At first, Severus didn't respond to the embrace but he finally gave up and mirrored Harry's gesture, hugging him just as tightly.
When they finally released each other, Harry placed his face in the crook of Severus' neck and mumbled, "Can we go back to sleep now?"
Severus took Harry's face in his hands and kissed him lightly on the lips before answering, "No we can't. I have to do my training and you have to go back to your room."
"But…"
"No 'but'. Don't be afraid. I'm not turning you away again. But you know that your father likes to wake you up himself from time to time and I have the feeling that he is going to do so today. I can't imagine what would happen if you were not in your bed when he came in." Severus physically shuddered.
Harry opened his mouth to argue, then closed it knowing that Severus was right. He was going to get up when he remembered that he was naked under the covers and blushed.
"Erm, Sev?" he asked shyly. "Could you, er, pass me my clothes please?"
Severus looked at him. He usually didn't like to be called by a nickname by his lovers, but Harry was the exception and he loved how he said it. Then, realizing what the young man had just said, he raised his right eyebrow and smirked.
"You do realize that during our argument I was naked, too, and that you said nothing?"
"Well, that was different! I was focusing on making you change your mind. And even if last night we did… what we did, I'm not ready yet to wander in front of you completely starkers, thank you very much!" and with that, he pulled the sheets more firmly against his smooth chest.
Severus chuckled lightly and gave him his pyjamas, his boxers having disappeared.
As he was putting his clothes on, a question suddenly sprang in his mind, "Sev? About last night… hum, how is it that nobody heard anything? I mean," blushing he continued "it's not as if I was very quiet…"
Severus' eyes flashed with mirth and passion, and he answered, "There are silencing charms in my rooms as my training can be very noisy. That's why your father didn't run in here and kill me."
"Oh," was Harry's reply.
With one last tender kiss, he went back to his room and fell asleep again.
~*~
Two hours later, Lucius knocked at the door of his beloved son's room. Getting no answer, he went in and found him in his bed, sleeping soundly. Lucius stopped and looked at him with warm eyes. /He looks like an angel like that…. The only light in my life now… Lily…/
He sat on the bed, his hand caressing his son's hair. He could only see the features of his 'wife' on his face, her nose, her chin, so proud, so defiant. Most remarkable of all, he had her beautiful eyes, so green, so brilliant. In fact, his eyes were even more vibrant than hers. Looking into Harry's eyes, into his purity, helped Lucius to wash away the dirt he felt doing his other job, and yet at the same time made him feel guilty. It had been the same thing with Lily. They were, and would always be, the only ones to bring out his light side.
He came out of his thoughts and called his son's name softly, his hand still stroking his hair. When he had woken up this morning, he had felt the need to hug Harry with all his heart. Last night… He had said such horrible things! He was glad Harry had not heard them. Remembering what he had had to say to keep his façade intact, he felt sick and wanted to show to the whole world how much he loved Harry, and that he would kill anyone who would hurt him.
Finally, Harry's eyes fluttered open. "Whazzat?" he asked, still half asleep.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty! It's time to take breakfast," his father said softly.
"I'm on holiday! Let me sleep a little more," he said and turned his head to resume his sleep.
"Oh come on! Your dad here is starving for a little show of affection. Please?" Lucius said, his eyes making a perfect and well-used imitation of those of a sad puppy.
Harry could only sigh at his father's antics. He did not need to open his eyes to know what his father was doing. He mumbled about crazy fathers who had no respect for their children's sleep and sat up in his bed. He looked at him and smiled, his arms opened. Lucius hugged him tightly. He needed to remind his little boy how much he loved him.
In fact, Harry too felt the need to be held by his father after the words of the night before.
They stayed in that position for some time, with Harry's head resting on Lucius' shoulder, until he finally said, "You know, now that I'm awake, I'm suddenly hungry."
Lucius relaxed the embrace and said, "Go get changed, I'll wait for you." But as they were getting off the bed, he noticed a small mark on Harry's neck. "What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That mark on your neck."
Harry visibly paled. He had completely forgotten about the hickeys Sev gave him last night!
"Oh, it's nothing," Harry said in what he hoped was a casual voice.
"You sure? Strange, it looks like a small-" Lucius abruptly stopped in mid sentence, realisation dawning in his mind. "OH. MY. GOD."
/Shit!/ was the only thing Harry could think.
"Who, who did this?" His father's voice was as cold as ice.
"No one did. It's not…" Harry tried to deny.
"Harry, do NOT lie to me. Who is it?"
"No really, it's nothing! I was a little drunk and he…" Harry was still trying to lie.
"HE?! DRUNK?! THE BASTARD TRIED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY BABY?!" Lucius roared.
/Oh, Sweet Merlin! Help!/ Harry desperately thought. "He did NOT try to take advantage of me. He loves me and I love him!" /Ooooops/
"You…he… love?…" Lucius was shocked beyond words. "You had feelings of love for someone and didn't tell me?" his face now showed hurt.
"I told mum… and she wanted to tell you, but I asked her not to because I knew you would make huge fuss about it." Harry replied, looking at his hands.
"Fuss? FUSS?! I do not fuss!"
"So what are you doing right now?"
"I'm… I'm showing the legitimate concern any parent would show if he discovered that his son had a boyfriend and didn't find it relevant to tell him! Who is it?!"
"I'm not ready to say. I didn't want to hide it from you, but I was afraid about your reaction when you discovered I preferred boys. And I don't want you to hurt him or threaten him, which is what you're going to do if I say his name. Please, please don't be mad. Don't force me to tell you. I want keep it for myself a little longer. I swear I never wanted to hurt you. Please believe me," Harry said looking straight into his father's eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his lips trembling and in all he was looking miserable.
Lucius stayed silent and looked at his son intently. Love, LOVE? His little boy was in love? With a man? He had to know who it was. He had to…! But looking into Harry's eyes, he saw how deep his feelings were. If he were to make him choose between him and the other, he was not sure what his response would be. /Good god, he really is in love. This eagerness, this force… the same fire I felt for my sweet Lily…/
Lucius finally broke the silence. "I'm not mad at you. And I'll respect your request. But you'll tell me right?"
Harry nodded.
"Okay, then. I have just one question, is he of your age?"
"No."
"Is he a lot older?"
"There is more than five years between us."
/Cool, keep cool./ "Do I know him?"
"Yes, and please, no more questions."
"All right, go dress, I'll wait for you in the hall." And then Lucius exited the room.
Harry slowly went to the bathroom. He took off his clothes and was startled when the mirror whistled and said, "I see someone had a great time recently!"
"Oh shut up!" Harry said and entered the shower. As he was washing himself, he thought about what had just happened. /Well, it didn't go too badly, I think. Okay, it wasn't the way I wanted him to find out, but now at least he knows…/
When he finally left his room, his father was talking with Sev, his back leaning against the wall. He looked at him and smiled as he used to. "Hungry sweetpea?"
Harry was so relieved to see his father normal again that he said nothing about the pet name and smiled back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sev looking at them both with gravity.
They reached the dining room silently. Draco was already at his place as usual, and so was Narcissa. When Harry, Lucius and Severus came in, Draco looked at them and raised one eyebrow. He could feel some tension coming from them all, even if they all looked calm.
They sat down and began eating, Lucius focusing on Harry as he did everyday, but this time, it was worse than usual. The most surprising thing was the fact that Harry was not embarrassed by this behaviour. /He almost seems… relieved?/ Draco thought. /Hm, I'll have to question Harry about that./
In the middle of the breakfast, a man came in and, approaching Lucius, he whispered something in his ear. Lucius' face darkened a bit and, apologizing mainly to Harry but also to the rest of his family, he stood up and went out.
Harry was surprised; his father never left during a meal because it was the rare moment when he could see Harry and act as he wanted to towards him without having to pretend he disliked him.
A little worried, he turned towards Draco and asked,
"Where do you think he's gone?"
"Well, I think it has to do with the 'other' job he has, you know, the one he is not supposed to have in public."
"Oh, that one." Harry was quiet for some time afterwards. But when they finished their meal, he approached Draco and said, "Um, Draco? Could I ask you something in private?"
His brother looked at him quizzically, "Of course you can. Let's go to my room then."
Draco's bedroom was in another wing of the manor, the one reserved for the family. Harry's was in a special wing, magically created especially for him. Draco's room was almost as large as Harry's. It was well lit too, with many windows. The main colours were silver and deep blue. It was also very clean, not that Harry's room was dirty, but it was always a little messy. Draco's room was completely in order, which always impressed Harry.
They settled down on Draco's bed to be more comfortable. There was a little moment of
silence before Harry decided to talk.
"Well, Draco, there's something really important I've wanted to ask you for quite some time now. It's about dad's 'other' activities."
"Ah."
"Yeah. I asked him several times to tell me what they are exactly but he always refused to answer me. I want to know. I need to know. Am I not a Malfoy too? It's part of my family history and I have the right to know. And that way, I'll know what's true and what's not when other people talk about our family."
Draco stayed silent. He didn't know what to do. He knew his father didn't want Harry to know because he was afraid it would upset him - Draco was sure of that too - but what Harry had said was true, too. As a Malfoy, he had the right to know what exactly his family was like.
Several minutes later, Draco came to a decision.
"Okay, I'll tell you everything." He sat more comfortably and began. "Well, the Malfoys come from France. They were humble people until they decided to go to England and try to improve their lives. One day, André Malfoy, the elder son of the family fell in love with the daughter of some very wealthy man. He asked for her hand but he was flatly rejected by her father who did not judge him worthy of her - that is to say that he was not wealthy enough for him.
"André was so angry and humiliated that he decided to show the man how rich he could become. And so he started stealing valuable things, jewellery, paintings, money, Dark Arts artefacts and, little by little, he became the master of the Dark Market. His business was so profitable that his fortune exceeded the other man's. Of course, by then, the man offered his daughter's hand and André accepted. He was very happy until the day he discovered his wife was cheating on him. He was so furious that he decided to sell her to a brothel. Later, he became the owner of that brothel.
"The drugs trafficking began many years later; it was his great-grandson who had the idea to develop the wizarding market.
"Since then, the Malfoys control the major branches of the underworld."
By the end of his story, Harry was staring at him, his face completely blank.
After several minutes without a word Draco became nervous. "Are you okay?"
Harry said nothing and then, "And so, when dad thinks you're ready, you'll take his place? At the head of the organization?"
"Well, of course! It's my inheritance, as well as the Malfoy fortune. And I will at the same time have some respectable work as a façade." Draco answered, shrugging.
"And you are okay with it? You are not… against it?" Harry asked calmly.
"Why should I be against it? It's business, nothing more."
At those last words Harry abruptly stood up and exploded, "IT'S BUSINESS? NOTHING
MORE? How can you say that! Dad and you and the entire Malfoy family are using people's weakness and darkness to increase your wealth and you are OK with it? How can you be? How can he? It's… It's low, it's disgusting, it's unforgivable!"
Draco could not understand his reaction, "It's just the way Malfoys are!"
Harry was seething with anger, "You are… you are…!" But he did not finish his sentence. He went to the door, which opened by itself, and went back to his room. The door closed with such force behind him that the walls shook and the windows cracked. It was due to another burst of raw magic that Harry hadn't even noticed.
But Draco had and he was completely flabbergasted. Harry was so powerful!
But for just now, that was not the most important thing; Harry was upset, really, really upset. No in fact, he was completely mad at all the Malfoys in general and at him and his father in particular.
He did not even try to run after him, it wouldn't change things. Harry was too mad to listen to him and in fact, Draco still could not understand his reaction.
~*~
Harry was seeing red. How could they? How could they? It wasn't surprising then that his father had always refused to tell him the truth.
So far, if he had got it right, the Malfoys were a family controlling the illegal traffic of Dark Arts artefacts, brothels and drugs traffic. And all their fortune came from it. And he was connected to them. His mother had been connected to them and had said nothing. So why should he react badly?
Because it was revolting to him. Because he was a kind boy who suffered for those who suffered. And because his father and mother had taught him the difference between right and wrong.
His father.
James Potter.
Lucius Malfoy.
The same person. The same mind.
It meant that he knew that what he was doing was wrong, but kept on with it.
Harry was so absorbed in his thoughts that he passed in front of Severus without noticing him, or the fact that he was now followed by him. He arrived at his room and once again the door opened by itself. He entered and so did Severus. When he finally settled down on his couch
and was beginning to calm a little Severus startled him by speaking out loud.
"What's wrong?"
"I've just been talking with Draco. About dad's other job. You know, the one he never talked about with me. The one you are helping him with." Harry said accusingly.
Severus said nothing. Anyway, what could he had say except "ah"? He had always known that Harry's reaction about the other side of his father and himself wouldn't be pleasant. That was why Lucius had never wanted for his son to discover it.
"I guess by the look on your face that you do not agree with it." Severus said neutrally.
"Of course I don't! The Malfoys are making money from people's envy, enslavement and fears! How can you do this?" Harry exclaimed.
"Do you think I had a choice in this?" Severus answered coldly.
"Are you saying that dad forced you?" Harry's voice was incredulous.
"He had helped me when I was in misery. He gave me a place to call home and an education to help me later. I'm in debt with him and I will never falter in my gratitude towards him. Whatever he asks me to do."
"I can't… I can't believe it. Get out of my room; get out of my sight!" and with that, Severus was magically thrown out.
Returning to his room, he sat down on his chair in front of his desk. Putting his face in his hands, he thought, /I knew it, I knew it. He hates me now. He must be thinking so low of me. And he is right. It hurts. It hurts so much! His look, as if I was less than an animal. Why did I fall in love with him? For the first time in my life my heart aches, and it's caused by a sixteen-year-old boy! Ha! It's so pathetic! Oh my love…/
Meanwhile, Harry was pacing in his room unable to calm himself.
/Oh, my god, what have I done, what have I said? How could I say those things after what I swore to him this morning? 'I love you and will always love you, whatever you have done in the past'? I'm such a liar! I thought I was prepared, that I could take anything, but I was wrong. Oh, Sev, I'm so sorry. I knew that you weren't happy with what you have done but I was so angry… Imagining the truth and knowing the truth are completely different things for sure! What am I going to do now? Oh, mum… I need someone to talk to…/
The rest of the morning, Harry kept raging against the Malfoys and himself. He felt lost, and betrayed by his father and brother. He knew it was stupid to feel so, and that it was against common sense but he could not block it.
Lunch time came quickly and saw an icily cold Harry coming to the table. Severus had said nothing when he had escorted him and Harry had made no attempt to apologize.
Lucius had come back for lunch and was surprised and a little worried when he saw his beloved son in such a mood. What the Hell had happened? He tried to talk to him but obtained no answer. In the end he couldn't take it anymore, "Harry please tell me! What happened this morning? Why are you so upset?"
"It's nothing, father, nothing at all." Was Harry's cool reply.
Lucius was dumbstruck. Harry had just called him 'father'! Whatever had happened must have been big. Frantic now, he kept questioning, until Harry could not stop himself.
"You really want to know? Really? Well, I'll tell you, then. I asked Draco to tell me what your 'other' activities are, and he did so."
Lucius' eyes turned towards his elder son, blazing with anger.
"Don't you dare blame him for what he said!" Harry shouted. "I deserved to know, since you wouldn't tell me yourself. And I understand now why you didn't want to tell me; do you still want to know what my problem is?" Not giving his father time to answer he continued,
"My problem is that my father is doing things that repulse me; my problem is that my father uses people's darkness to make money; my problem is that I see him as a disgusting man, unworthy of the love he received from my mother and I don't want to see him anymore!!" With this last blast, Harry abruptly stood up and ran to his room without looking back.
Arriving in his room, he resumed his mad pacing. /I need to get away from here, I need to get the fuck away from this place!/ His eyes landed on the fireplace and an idea appeared in his mind. His father had given him a pot of Floo Powder in case he needed to get to another place suddenly.
Without hesitation he took a handful of it and threw it into the fire shouting, "Diagon Alley!"
As he was vanishing he saw his father, Draco and Severus bursting in the room. "Too late," he whispered grimly at them before vanishing.
~*~
Harry landed in the Floo travelling point situated at the entrance of Diagon Alley. His hair was wild and he was covered with soot but he didn't care. He started wandering in the streets, aiming for nowhere in particular. Unconsciously, his feet brought him to the entrance to Knockturn Alley. He paused there and thought.
/What am I going to do now? I'm sure dad has already sent everyone in the manor to come and collect me. If enter here, I will gain a little more time for solitude. And maybe I'll be able to see what is so fascinating about the Dark Arts and the underworld…/
He slowly resumed his walk and decisively entered Knockturn Alley. He was very aware of the looks he was receiving from the people who passed near him, but he did his best to ignore them. He soon arrived in front of a large building that looked like a small mansion. There was a sign on the front door saying, 'The Light of Darkness'. There were a lot of windows, but all the curtains were drawn so it was impossible to look inside. It looked like a very rich place with fine sculptures engraved on the walls. And the colours set the building apart from the others with its deep purple and golden touches.
Harry stood where he was a moment. He could feel something familiar about this house but he couldn't work out what. Unknown by him, he was being observed by the owner of the house.
/Hm… very beautiful… I'm sure under that all the soot lies a piece of art. If I can manage to make him mine, he will become the jewel of my collection./
The stranger decided to reveal himself. "Hello dear boy. What are you doing here?"
Harry turned towards him, startled.
"Excuse me? I didn't see you coming."
"I'm the owner of this house and I was wondering why you were standing here. You know, it's not a good place for a youngster like you. You could be harmed.
Why don't you come in? I'll give you something to drink and then take you back safely to Diagon Alley."
Harry knew he shouldn't trust someone met in this Alley but he felt suddenly very tired and thirsty. It was due to his earlier outburst. All the stress and anger he had felt had finally overwhelmed him. So he followed the other man without a word.
Before entering the man said, "By the way, my name is David, Livant David."
The inside of the building was incredibly and richly decorated. The main colours were white and gold; in the middle of the main hall was a huge chandelier made of crystal and silver. At the far end stood a marble staircase. There were doors a to Harry's right and left as he was walking behind the man. He could hear soft laughter and murmurs but couldn't make out any words.
They arrived in a large room. In there everything, from the walls to the furniture, had a deep purple colour laced with gold. In the middle of the room was a couch, next to it was a low table and next to that, facing the couch was an armchair. They were placed in front of a roaring fireplace.
"Sit down, sit down! Make yourself comfortable, you must be freezing. What's your name?" David asked.
Harry sat down on the couch and answered, "I'm Harry."
"Just Harry? Well… I won't blame you for not trusting a man you met in Knockturn Alley." He sat down himself in the armchair. He summoned a tea pot and two
cups with all the accoutrements for tea.
"Lemon? Milk? Sugar?"
"Lemon and sugar, please," Harry responded when David poured some tea in his cup.
"So, 'just' Harry, why are you here? There must be a good reason for you to have left your home with nothing more than the clothes you were wearing on a cold winter's afternoon," David said sitting back in his armchair.
Harry looked as his cup then looked at David who was drinking his tea, /well, if he's drinking the tea, it means that it's not drugged/ he thought, and then took a sip without a word.
David continued, "You know, sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger than to someone you know well."
Harry considered the sentence and finally spoke. "I've had an argument with my father; I discovered something I would have never imagined, even if I had suspicions. And I learnt it from another person, not my dad himself. I then discovered that the person I loved knew about it and had said nothing to me!" Harry said taking another sip of his tea.
"So, you must have felt betrayed, didn't you?"
"Yes." /Oh yes, so betrayed…/
"But Harry, haven't you considered this? That they had hid it from you because they knew how you would react and were afraid of losing you?"
"That's no excuse! It was my right to know! And maybe I would have been able to change things…" Harry whispered.
"Ah, well… so, you ran away from your home and arrived here; why?"
"I wanted to know what was so fascinating about the Dark. They are all in it, so why not me?" Harry poured himself another cup of tea. "It's really good tea. Where did you buy it?" he said completely out of nowhere.
"I cultivate it myself in my little garden. I'm very proud of it. So you like?" David asked casually.
"Yes, very much." Then, " Is it me or is it hotter in here?" Harry said fanning himself with his hand.
"It must be due to the contrast between the outside and inside temperature…"
"I don't feel…very…well…" Harry groaned before lying on the couch, unconscious.
"Or maybe it's due to the fact that your cup was soaked with some drug, inside and out, and so, when I pour any drink in it, the content mixes with it and you take drug in from the drink and through your fingers," David explained to the immobile form.
He stood up and went next to Harry. "Now, let's see you closer. First of all, the soot." He used a cleaning spell that revealed Harry's smooth and lightly tanned skin. "Hum… good; now let's see what lies under your clothes."
With a single word, Harry was completely naked. David could now see the thin, subtly muscular body, hairless chest, strong arms and endless legs. And that face! Long lashes, well shaped nose, full lips, broad forehead - bearing a scar looking like a… lightening bolt? Well, it would be a plus to his charm - and proud chin. Added to that, pitch-black, soft, unruly hair, begging to be stroked. Moreover, after casting a useful spell, his suspicion was confirmed, this peace of art was untainted. It would make him more valuable.
Oh, yes! This young man was going to be a hell of an investment. His boss was going to be very proud of him.
After inspecting him from every angle, he proceeded to re-style the soon-to-be fallen angel.
First, the trousers, black leather pants that perfectly shaped his incredible legs and hugged his backside. They were complemented by a dragon leather belt and knee-length boots. Before putting on the shirt, David decided to add something on the boy's skin, something that would attract the others like moths to the fire. Hum… fire… yes, the teen was definitely an impetuous young man, who seemed as uncontrollable as fire, so…
David put the tip of his wand on the middle of the other's chest and after a small incantation, a magnificent tattoo appeared. It was a phoenix in all its glory, head raised high, wingsopened wide and its tail laid on the right side of Harry's throat. /Hm… good job/ David congratulated himself.
He then put on the shirt, a green silk shirt that appeared to be at least two sizes smaller than was decent. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and the first three buttons were loose which allowed people to see part of the tattoo.
He put the hair in a ponytail, leaving some locks at the front that framed Harry's face to perfection. And as a last touch, he pierced his left ear and put an upside down cross in it. He hadn't been able to remove the bracelet Harry was wearing, but it wasn't a big deal, its form and material added to the look.
Inspecting him one last time to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, David snapped his fingers twice. Harry opened his eyes slowly. "My dear, how do you feel now?" the older wizard asked.
"I'm fine, I'm just so hot…" He let out needy moans and said, "Will you touch me? I need touch, please, help me…" his voice a low purr. He seemed so willing, perfect! David himself was tempted to 'help' the boy even if it was against his so called principles to touch one of his 'employees' when they were still pure.
Inside his mind, Harry was screaming, /Somebody help me please! Sev! Draco! Dad! Please stop it! Make it stop! I don't want it!/ but he couldn't stop himself from moaning and panting erotically. He bit his lips so hard to stop his moaning that he drew blood.
"Tutt, tutt, tutt. Do not damage yourself, precious. Even if, considering it, it adds to your charm. Yes… bruised lips... it makes me want to lick them," David said leaning closer and closer to the young beauty sitting in front of him. His forefinger was running up and down on the right- hand side of Harry's neck, provoking more and more whimpers.
He was about to ravish his mouth when he felt the magical alarm he had set to warn him when people entered the house was activated.
He pulled back from his prey regretfully. "I'll be back soon, precious, and then…"
When he arrived in the hall, he stopped abruptly in his tracks. Right there, stood the son of his boss and one of his most efficient men, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape.
"Master Draco! Mister Snape! What a surprise! What-"
"Shut up!" Severus said with a harsh voice. "Where is he?"
"Excuse me? Where is who?" David asked, puzzled.
"My little brother," Draco said his voice as cold as Severus'.
"Brother? I didn't know you had one Master Draco. Well, I'm sorry, but I didn't see him." It was true, no one had come in saying he was a Malfoy.
"Don't lie. We know he is here, the charm put on his bracelet led us to this place." Severus said, his eyes colder and colder by every minutes passing.
"Bracelet?" David repeated, then froze, realisation dawning.
"Ha… Harry's brace…."
"Don't you dare say his name, you bastard! He is 'Master Harry' for you!" Draco said violently.
"Oh Merlin…. He is your brother?"
"Very good deduction!" Draco said sarcastically.
"Where is he?" Severus asked for the second time.
"He is in my room…" David said shivering.
"Master Draco, go to him, I have more questions for this fool," Severus respectfully said to his long time friend. He had emphasized the word 'master' to remind the other man of the place he had towards him, and so towards Harry, too.
Draco passed him with a last deadly glare before rushing to the other room.
"Now tell me. What. Did. you. Do. To. Him?" Severus asked through gritted teeth.
"Nothing! I swear!" David managed to say, his whole body shaking with terror.
"Don't lie to me you fucking shit! I know what happens to the people you shelter here! Tell
me!" Severus roared.
"I, I, I…I drugged him and changed his clothes, but that's all! Believe me!"
"Which drug?"
"Désir"
"Shit… Do you know into what trouble you have put yourself into? You have drugged and tried to corrupt Harry Potter-Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, the one to whom you owe your place. I can't even imagine what he is going to do with you…" Severus sneered.
"But I didn't know who he was! He just said his name was Harry, that's all!"
"Well, it's not enough."
"I've always worked like that and he had never had anything against it! I know Harry is a Malfoy, but…"
"That's the right word, you fool. Harry is a MALFOY. Not some distant member of the family but his SON. Even if it's by adoption. The honour has been tainted. I don't think you'll live long enough to see tomorrow coming…"
At those words, David's eyes widened in horror and without thinking any longer he ran outside as if the house was on fire.
"Fool! Do you really think you'll manage to escape your fate?" Severus said in a low voice. He then headed for the room where Harry and Draco were.
******
When Draco opened the door, he hadn't expected what he saw.
Harry was lying on his back on a couch and was….stroking his inner thigh, his legs bent open in a very suggestive way. Moreover, the way he was clothed… oh, Sweet Merlin! Draco gulped with difficulty, his mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara. Harry's eyes were closed and he was moaning softly.
To his horror, Draco felt himself harden almost instantly.
"Ha…Harry?" he managed to croak.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and turned his head towards him. Once again Draco was speechless. His eyes were shining with animal lust, but it was clouded by what looked like despair.
"Dra…Draco?" Harry softly whispered. The sweet voice did nothing to calm Draco's hard on; quite the contrary in fact.
Remembering how to walk, he went to Harry's side and knelt in front of him.
"Hey, Sweetie, what's wrong?" he was about to touch him when Harry stopped him. "No! Don't touch me!" he shouted, his cheeks flushed with shame. He needed to be touched so much. Oh, lord! This time, he couldn't stop his moan. All that skin, so close, so close… "Draco… need you, need you… help me…" and before
he could stop himself, he sat up, leaned against his half brother, and kissed him lightly.
Draco, who had frozen when Harry had told him not to touch him, was now utterly still. He couldn't believe what was happening. Harry was kissing him. And he liked it. Without even noticing it, he kissed back and let his tongue stroke Harry's slightly opened lips. The kiss deepened, Draco embracing Harry fiercely and running one hand up and down his back while the other was stuck on his neck. His moans and Harry's were the only sounds that could be
heard. When the need for air became impossible to deny, they detached their lips from one another, but not for long. Draco started nibbling Harry's lower lip before diving to his throat, sucking, licking and biting all the skin he met. Harry opened his legs to grant him more access, his arms wrapped around his neck and his head arching back to give him more skin to touch.
Draco's hand was roaming on Harry's body; he opened his shirt, stroked the smooth chest, pinching the nipples lightly. His hand went lower, landing on his thigh, his thumb caressing the inside in little circles, making Harry whimper more loudly. But he didn't dare reach the part he wanted to touch the most; even under the power of lust, he managed not to exceed some limits.
When Severus came in, Draco was almost lying on top of Harry and they were again locked in a feverish kiss.
*~*~*~*~*
Severus was really worried about what he was going to discover in the room he was heading for. The drug 'Désir' was a potion he had created to 'help' the rebellious elements of the brothels the Malfoys owned. It worked like an aphrodisiac and made all the inhibitions disappear. The drugged subject felt the need to be touched, caressed and led to climax by anyone who was close enough to help him or her. And Draco… well, Severus still remembered the look he had thrown to Harry before discovering they were related; it was one of great appreciation. And even if it had disappeared later, he was afraid it would show up again, especially right at that moment.
So when he entered the room and saw Draco and Harry wrapped together in a heated kiss, the only word he could speak was a roaring, "DRACO!!"
At his voice, the object of his attention jerked away abruptly, while the other one was still clinging to him hiding his face in the other's chest.
Severus walked towards the couple, pulled Harry away from Draco and took him in his own arms. Harry, face still flushed, was now linking his arms around Severus' neck. Draco was looking at the floor, his face flushed, too, by the unfulfilled desire and by the shame of having crossed a forbidden line.
"Draco, apparate home and tell your father we've found Harry. Tell him also that although he was not touched, he was drugged and that I'll help him get it out of his system. So do not disturb us. I'll apparate to Harry's rooms. Understood?" Severus asked neutrally.
"Yes," The other man answered before disapparating.
"Harry, hold me tight, love, we're going to disapparate."
Harry's reply was to tighten his grip.
They landed in front of Harry's fireplace. Harry was shaking so hard Severus had to hold him tightly to prevent him from falling.
The shaking slowly stopped but was soon followed by sobs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to, but he was so close, so close… I needed, I needed… you must think I'm disgusting now, so horrible…" Harry whispered.
Severus placed his flexed fingers under Harry's chin and raised his head to look directly into his jade green eyes. "Listen to me, love and listen carefully, you have nothing to be sorry about and you are absolutely not disgusting. It wasn't your fault, it was the drug. It makes you feel things against your will. I know that because I made it."
They were both silent for a moment before Severus continued. "I'm going to help you get rid
of it from your system, but to do that we'll have to… well, I think you know. Are you okay with that?" he asked gently and oh, so kindly.
Harry's response was to kiss him shyly, but he soon grew bolder and his tongue begged to make a new acquaintance with his lover's. Severus complied happily and they were soon completely naked and lying on the bed. Before going further, Severus cast locking and silencing charms on the door and the room.
When Severus discovered the tattoo, he stopped completely. He began stroking the beautiful phoenix that stood proudly on that admirable chest. Even if it had been made by someone who wanted to use Harry, Severus couldn't deny the fact that it suited his young lover perfectly. His finger followed the edge of the shape, creating new and desperate moans from Harry. He was only touching it lightly but the over-sensitive skin multiplied the effect tenfold.
He was kissing him everywhere, from his sweet face to his inner thigh. Severus was lying between his lover's legs, nibbling, sucking, licking, chewing and leaving love bites everywhere he wanted to. But what he loved most was kissing that hot and sensual mouth of his; to stroke every part of it slowly. The moans he brought forth were intoxicating and he was doing all he could to hear them again and again.
Harry wanted Severus inside him and kept whispering in his ear, "Take me, please, make me yours," again and again, making Severus crazy with lust. Harry even took his lover's cock in hands and brought it to his entrance, creating deep groans from Severus. The latter had to use all his willpower not to just dive into the sweet tightness that was offered to him, and kept to his own ministrations.
When he felt that Harry was on the verge of climax, he entwined their fingers together and
began rubbing his heavy cock against Harry's, slowly. Harry let a hoarse cry escape his throat and arched on the bed, making closer contact and so creating even more friction. Severus kept his slow pace, pushing Harry deeper and deeper in the mattress, plunging his tongue in the heat of that adored mouth, mimicking what he really wanted to do but forbade himself to. Finally, the speed he had set increased and they were soon both crying with ecstasy.
Panting heavily, Sev stayed still for a moment before lying on his side, keeping Harry in his arms.
"Sleep now my love. Tomorrow will be a rough day," he whispered softly. Harry fell asleep and Severus stayed awake, rocking him back and forth in a loving gesture.
But later that night…
Soft skin for him to lick and nibble, moans filling the air. A warm body under his, willing to be taken. Now, he was plunging into the sweet body, with love, passion and desperation. When he finally reached his climax at the same time as his lover, he screamed the beloved
name, 'Harry' and received, as an echo, his own, "Draco!"
Sweating, Draco woke up with a start.