Title: Bonding
Series: Lies in Redemption 4/?
Author: Althea
Feedback: wicca_healer@hotmail.com or FF.net
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Summary: Can two enemies find redemption in each other? Or will they be forever alone with the burden of others expectations.
Warnings: AR, Slash(Yaoi), possible OOC including dark!Dumbledore
Spoilers: All five books
Author's Note: Will be multi-parter will try to get at least one chapter out a week. Sorry will work as fast as I can but I have RL concerns as well. A two year old son, husband who works full time and goes to school and school myself. Will definitely finish this though I don't know how many parts it will be.
Archiving: Beloved Enemies, FF.net, all others just let me know so I can brag to my friends.
At first, Harry started to wonder about how quickly he was ready to trust the boy that had been his rival for so long. Though, as he thought about it he realized that is just felt right to trust Draco. He felt he had to trust his instincts, and they were screaming that what Draco had told him was the truth. The other boy could have easily told him a lie that would have been more believable, the very audacious nature of his story made Harry think it must be true. Sure he had questions, but he wanted to give the information he had learned time to sink in. He thought the best time for them to talk more about it may be over Christmas, where no one would be sure to over hear or become suspicious. He could almost see some of the things he thought must have happened in the recesses of his mind, past where his memories had been altered.
You see, when a memory is altered by a charm, the memory still remains. The ability to access it depends on the skill of the caster as well as power. An unskilled caster, however, can be just as dangerous as a skilled one. If the caster is not skilled enough, he or she can destroy parts of the mind or even leave traces of themselves, which can lead to insanity. A very skilled caster can hide not only the memory but also any trace that it has been tampered with, providing no one with more skill or power comes along to check. Now Dumbledore is obviously a very powerful wizard, who has skill in a great many magical areas. Harry is also very powerful, and what makes this so vital is that his emotions are very much involved in the recovery of his memories. Emotions are very powerful tools for a wizard. Few have realized that the fact that magical children most often have bursts of accidental magic when they are under some great emotion could indicate that adult wizards and witches can use controlled emotions to strengthen their magic.
When it comes right down to it, Harry trusted Draco because he trusted himself. He was starting to have memories of seeing Tom and speaking to him, that Draco had not told him about. He remembered something about the Triwizard tournament that he wished would be made clearer. The memory was of being portkeyed away, but there was no strange bundle or haunting laughter. Cedric didn't go with him. Wormtail wasn't there and he didn't kill Cedric. Instead he saw Tom, for it must be him, rush to him and ask if he was ok. Tom said they were worried that Dumbledore would succeed in getting him killed. Tom stressed that the man disguised as Moody was really an ally of his but that he was under Imperious and so could not protect Harry. He was in fact ordered to try and kill Harry, but they managed to get him away with the portkey. Harry told Tom that he didn't believe him, it was just another one of his tricks to destroy Harry and everything he cared about. Tom pleaded with him to remember, and just for a moment his remembered self remembered more. He could only remember bits and pieces at a time though.
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Harry and Draco's friendship progressed very well, considering that none of their friends realized the two were still getting along. They met some nights in the Prefects' bathroom and occasionally in other places such as the Astronomy Tower or by the lake. They talked and both got to know one another. Harry didn't tell his Gryffindor friends that he snuck out to Hogsmeade by using his cloak. Ron suggested its use when they heard Dumbledore had forbidden him from going, but Hermione said that for his own safety he shouldn't go. He pretended to agree with her and on Hogsmeade weekends, he and Draco would spend time together. They researched more on how to interpret his dreams, but couldn't find what they needed in the books that Draco had received from home.
Harry continued to have dreams about Draco's father, but couldn't bring himself to tell Draco who they were about. The dreams he had were all of the comforting kind, he had no more of the upsetting ones he had the night he and Draco talked the first time. That didn't help him to understand them any better though. He also wondered about his grandfather. He could not figure out who the man could be if it wasn't his grandfather, but he didn't know his grandfather so why was he dreaming about him.
They continued to sit together in Potions, but only because Snape decided to aid their efforts. He assigned the whole class partners and paired them together. This was done to the complaints of all the Gryffindors who said that Malfoy would poison Harry and that's probably exactly what Snape wanted. The Slytherins hoped that Draco would in fact find a way to poison Potter. They thought anything that made Potter and the Gryffindorks that upset had to be a good thing. Of course, they didn't realize that Harry wasn't upset at all. He was rather glad to have Draco for a partner. He did well in class, because Draco was very good at potions and was no longer sabotaging Harry's efforts. Snape was also much nicer to him, if only due to the fact that he was working with Draco, or at least he thought that was the only reason.
As Christmas drew closer, Harry grew more nervous. He was worried that someone would find out where he was going for Christmas and it would somehow get back to Dumbledore. He had already been forced to convince Ron and Hermione that they should still go to the Burrow like they planned even though Harry would not be going. Dumbledore said he didn't feel it was safe, ha as if the man really cared about his safety. It worked well for him though as he could use it as an excuse not to spend the holiday with them. He hated the fact that he was lying to them so much, but after their reaction over Draco in October, he knew they would never understand.
The day before the start of the holiday, Harry was called to Professor McGonagall's office. He suspected she had discovered he had not signed up to stay for the holiday and wanted to know what he was doing. After all, she knew Dumbledore had said he would be unsafe at the Burrow and with Sirius gone he wouldn't be staying at Grimauld Place, so where was he going? She motioned for him to sit down as he entered.
"Mr. Potter, it has come to my attention that you have not put your name on the list of students staying over break. Can you tell me why? After all, even though you have always stayed you know we need your name on the list."
Harry shrugged, "Well, I didn't put my name on the list because I am not staying for Christmas, Professor."
McGonagall's eyes widened as she heard this. "What do you mean Mr. Potter? The Headmaster has already informed you that you can not go to the Burrow. Where could you be going?"
Harry figured he'd better tell this lie convincingly, "I am going back home. I just couldn't spend another Christmas here alone. I thought if I stayed with the Dursley's then maybe it would be something new, better. Maybe if they saw I wanted to spend the holiday with them, it would make things easier." He knew she couldn't check, since his aunt and uncle were going out of country for Christmas this year.
"Oh, well if you are quite sure Mr. Potter. I do believe the Headmaster will want to speak with you though."
"Yes ma'am. I will go and see him right away."
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Harry was dreading what was to come as he headed for Dumbledore's office. He sincerely hoped he would be able to convince the man of his intentions, but he had a way of seeing through Harry. He couldn't take a chance that Dumbledore found a way to prevent him from going with Draco tomorrow. True, he was really nervous about going, but he felt that he had to go and see it through. Now he just had to ensure that no one stopped him. He didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about lying to Dumbledore. He might have as little as a year ago, but now he couldn't bring himself to care. He just hoped he could be convincing.
He gave the password as he reached the gargoyle. As he headed up, he steeled himself for what was to come. Fawkes was sitting on his perch looking dreadfully close to burning. Dumbledore sat at his desk. He looked up and gave Harry his usually smile, though Harry noticed that it didn't affect him the way it used to. It no longer made him feel warm and protected, but instead he felt as though something was compelling him to trust and relax. It was as though Dumbledore was casting a spell to make Harry trust him, but this time it wasn't working. Harry was remembering too much, thinking too clearly for what seemed like the first time in years if not ever.
Dumbledore motioned Harry to take a seat. "Harry, my boy, Lemon Drop? No. Oh well. So what is this I hear about you not signing up to stay for the holiday? Minerva tells me you are planning to stay with your relatives this year. May I ask why?"
"Well sir, I have been thinking about what you have said. I understand that I am safest from Voldemort at the Dursley's. Since I will have to stay with them for one more year at the least, I thought that if I stayed with them for Christmas I could show how I appreciate their kindness. Perhaps if they saw I was making an effort, things would be more pleasant in the summer."
Dumbledore looked pleased with this idea. What he was actually thinking was, 'Harry is such a Gryffindor! He actually believes that his relatives will ever treat him like family! Well that will work toward my aims just fine. He will come back and be even more grateful to me!' What he said was something completely different. "Harry, I think that is a very mature attitude. You need to stay close to your relatives. They are the only ones you have left, after all. I give my permission. You may stay with them this holiday. Have fun my boy."
Harry smiled, "Thank you sir. I am going to head to the tower. I need to finish packing. Goodnight, sir."
"Goodnight, Harry"
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*Harry POV*
That went better than expected. He must think he has more control over me than I thought. Oh well, that works to my advantage. As long as he doesn't find out about Draco, I can continue to fool him into thinking he is still controlling me. I just hope he doesn't find out. Draco is becoming a staple in my life. I can talk to him about things, things I can't even tell Ron or Hermione. They are so wrapped up in each other, they don't even see that things have been different this year. I've been different this year. Oh well, Draco sees. His friendship had helped me get through my doubts this year. I can't believe that I never saw what a true friend he could be.
Perhaps many would think I am being rash. He has been my enemy since we were eleven. He is a Malfoy and a Slytherin, but I was almost a Slytherin too. I wonder if I had been placed in Slytherin, would they still want to be my friend? Would they hate me like they do him? Probably so. I don't think even Dumbledore believes that the hat really wanted me in Slytherin. If he ever saw some of my thoughts, he would probably be shocked. This last year I have shown less of the cheery Gryffindor facade that most expect of me, but even so they would never understand who I really am. Draco does. I enjoy his friendship because I can be myself, just Harry. We have agreed to forget our past and go from here.
As I reach the Common Room, I beg off hanging out. I say I am too tired and am going up to bed. As I climb the stairs I wonder about the holiday. I am worried about going but very excited too. I have never had a real Christmas, or Yule since the Malfoys are in fact not Christian. Draco said that we will have a grand dinner and exchange presents. Only close friends and family will be present though. I'm not sure what close friends might be to the Malfoys. Will Voldemort be there? True I am trying to think of him as Tom, and my returning memories show him as something other then the evil creature I had thought he was; but that didn't mean I wasn't nervous about meeting him. I hoped perhaps that he wouldn't be there.
I was also rather nervous about Lucius. How would I hide the turn my thoughts were increasingly taking toward the blonde aristocrat? I climb into my bed and close the curtains as I wonder at the increasingly graphic nature of my dreams. I can feel them even when I am awake. His lips on mine. His tongue caressing and tasting my mouth. I feel warm as I remember how it felt in the dreams. My hand moves over my body. I imagine it is him. I touch my nipples, pinching and pulling the hard peaks. I moan quietly as I grow hard form the stimulation. In my mind, it is Lucius doing this to me. I feel his hand, my hand, trail down over my flat stomach. I shiver with sensation. The nerves cause my muscles to flutter and twitch beneath my hand, his hand. My fantasy takes over; I lose myself to the thought of his touch.
His hand moves down to the waist of my pajamas and slips beneath the elastic. My cock is throbbing. His hand closes over it. I moan and whimper. My back arches into his touch as he begins to stoke me. His thumb gathers the wetness at the tip and spreads it down my shaft. His hand is so warm on my flesh as he pumps me slowly. I can barely stand the feelings coursing through me. I need more. My hips thrust into his palm. His mouth finds mine in a searing kiss of tongues and teeth. He nips at my lips. Moves down to lick and kiss my neck. Biting gently at the sensitive flesh. I want him to mark me. I want to be his. I am so close. My hips rock with his hand. I am moaning constantly now, it feels so good. He leans forward, his other hand coming to cup my balls gently. His fingers stroke my balls, my thighs, everything as he continues to stroke my cock.
He gives me two of his fingers to suckle and I eagerly do. His skin is so smooth as my tongue laves and wraps around the digits. His fingers make their way to my entrance. He slowly, gently rubs the pucker to loosen my muscles. I am so close; I need part of him in me. I plead and try to force his finger in. He just chuckles and slowly applies pressure to the sensitive tissue. One finger slowly pushes in past the resistant muscle. He gently moves in and out. It feels like nothing I have ever felt. I want more and he gives it to me easing the second finger in. He knows I am close. My whole body trembles with impending bliss. His fingers curl within my body and brush gently against something. My world explodes. Sparks shoot behind my eyes. Everything goes black.
As my body cools, I come down from my high. My whole body is in heaven, my nerves tingle. If just the thought of him can do this to me what might it be like to have him for real? I wipe my hand on the sheets and wonder what I will do. I want him! I know I can never have him, but it's going to be hell having to see him every day. Waking up hard for him and knowing he is in the same house. So close. I must be a masochist to have ever agreed to go to the Manor for any length of time. As I drift to sleep, I wonder what I have gotten myself into.
*End POV*
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Bright and early the next morning, Harry heads down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He wants to say goodbye to Ron and Hermione here, so that they don't know he is getting on the train. They will ask too many questions that he can't answer. As he enters he sees Draco at the Slytherin table, and discreetly nods at him. Draco returns the gesture with a small smile. He heads for his own House table and sits across from Hermione.
She looks up and smiles, "Good morning, Harry. Did you sleep well?"
Harry shifts nervously, although she doesn't see. "Actually, yes I did. I was really relaxed." 'And I wonder why that was?' he asked himself. "Morning, Ron."
His friend looks up with bleary eyes, "Mornin', 'Arry," he says through a yawn.
Harry grins at the redhead and says, "I just wanted to make sure to wish both Merry Christmas and say goodbye before you both left for the Burrow."
Hermione responds happily, "Thank you Harry! Merry Christmas to you as well. We wish you were allowed to come, but it really isn't safe. Ron we should be going, the carriages leave soon."
Ron looks up again, "Bye Harry, Merry Christmas. Wait up Mione."
Harry watches as they hurry out of the Great Hall. He finishes his breakfast, knowing he has time since he and Draco are getting the last carriage to hopefully avoid being seen. He watches the Slytherin get up and leave. He slowly gets and follows him out. He goes up to his room and gets his cloak and bookbag, which he has packed some things in. The House Elves would take his trunk down. His other dorm mates had already left, for which he was grateful. He made his way back to the Entrance Hall and saw Draco waiting for him. They made their way outside and got in the carriage.
Once they arrived at the station and got on the train, they found an empty compartment and relaxed a bit. They pulled the shades down and locked the door so they wouldn't be discovered and settled in for the ride to Kings Cross. They talked in quiet tones, so no one would hear and try to come in. Harry was very anxious about seeing Lucius again in person. He was excited about having his first real holiday though. "Draco, are you sure your father doesn't mind my staying over break?"
Draco laughs, "Of course, Harry. Don't worry; this will be the best holiday ever. We'll make up for every holiday you ever had to spend with those horrible muggles. Maybe we can even play some Quidditch."
Harry smiles, "That would be great. Are you sure you everyone to see me beat you though, Malfoy?"
Draco smiles back, "Well, Potter, even if you could beat me, they would all think I let you win because you were my guest!"
"Sure, you keep believing that!"
They continued talking in the manner. Harry then noticed they were almost at the station and got nervous again. They waited till everyone had gotten off the train before leaving themselves. There was a limo there to pick them up. Lucius was waiting at the Manor, as some of the guests had already arrived. Harry was glad of this as it gave him more time to prepare before he saw the man. They settled in for the ride through the countryside. Before long, they were pulling into the drive at the Manor. As they exited the limo and approached the door, it was opened by an excited House Elf. She greeted Draco happily and he smiled down at her.
"Shiri is so happy to see Young Master. Young Master has brought Harry Potter. Master has told Shiri to bring Young Master and Harry Potter to the Study. Master is in the Study with guests. Follow Shiri."
Draco and Harry followed the little elf. As they approached the Study, Harry became very apprehensive. He didn't know if he was ready for this. As Draco entered the Study, Harry could hear the cultured tones of Lucius and he recognized Snape's smooth voice as well. He also heard a third speak, but couldn't make it out. Well it was now or never. He quietly walks to the door.
He enters the room and looks around. He sees, as he expected, Lucius and Snape greeting Draco. He then looks over and sees the third person he heard. He reacts almost as if in slow motion.
"Who are you?" he asks of the man.
TBC
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Series: Lies in Redemption 4/?
Author: Althea
Feedback: wicca_healer@hotmail.com or FF.net
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Summary: Can two enemies find redemption in each other? Or will they be forever alone with the burden of others expectations.
Warnings: AR, Slash(Yaoi), possible OOC including dark!Dumbledore
Spoilers: All five books
Author's Note: Will be multi-parter will try to get at least one chapter out a week. Sorry will work as fast as I can but I have RL concerns as well. A two year old son, husband who works full time and goes to school and school myself. Will definitely finish this though I don't know how many parts it will be.
Archiving: Beloved Enemies, FF.net, all others just let me know so I can brag to my friends.
At first, Harry started to wonder about how quickly he was ready to trust the boy that had been his rival for so long. Though, as he thought about it he realized that is just felt right to trust Draco. He felt he had to trust his instincts, and they were screaming that what Draco had told him was the truth. The other boy could have easily told him a lie that would have been more believable, the very audacious nature of his story made Harry think it must be true. Sure he had questions, but he wanted to give the information he had learned time to sink in. He thought the best time for them to talk more about it may be over Christmas, where no one would be sure to over hear or become suspicious. He could almost see some of the things he thought must have happened in the recesses of his mind, past where his memories had been altered.
You see, when a memory is altered by a charm, the memory still remains. The ability to access it depends on the skill of the caster as well as power. An unskilled caster, however, can be just as dangerous as a skilled one. If the caster is not skilled enough, he or she can destroy parts of the mind or even leave traces of themselves, which can lead to insanity. A very skilled caster can hide not only the memory but also any trace that it has been tampered with, providing no one with more skill or power comes along to check. Now Dumbledore is obviously a very powerful wizard, who has skill in a great many magical areas. Harry is also very powerful, and what makes this so vital is that his emotions are very much involved in the recovery of his memories. Emotions are very powerful tools for a wizard. Few have realized that the fact that magical children most often have bursts of accidental magic when they are under some great emotion could indicate that adult wizards and witches can use controlled emotions to strengthen their magic.
When it comes right down to it, Harry trusted Draco because he trusted himself. He was starting to have memories of seeing Tom and speaking to him, that Draco had not told him about. He remembered something about the Triwizard tournament that he wished would be made clearer. The memory was of being portkeyed away, but there was no strange bundle or haunting laughter. Cedric didn't go with him. Wormtail wasn't there and he didn't kill Cedric. Instead he saw Tom, for it must be him, rush to him and ask if he was ok. Tom said they were worried that Dumbledore would succeed in getting him killed. Tom stressed that the man disguised as Moody was really an ally of his but that he was under Imperious and so could not protect Harry. He was in fact ordered to try and kill Harry, but they managed to get him away with the portkey. Harry told Tom that he didn't believe him, it was just another one of his tricks to destroy Harry and everything he cared about. Tom pleaded with him to remember, and just for a moment his remembered self remembered more. He could only remember bits and pieces at a time though.
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Harry and Draco's friendship progressed very well, considering that none of their friends realized the two were still getting along. They met some nights in the Prefects' bathroom and occasionally in other places such as the Astronomy Tower or by the lake. They talked and both got to know one another. Harry didn't tell his Gryffindor friends that he snuck out to Hogsmeade by using his cloak. Ron suggested its use when they heard Dumbledore had forbidden him from going, but Hermione said that for his own safety he shouldn't go. He pretended to agree with her and on Hogsmeade weekends, he and Draco would spend time together. They researched more on how to interpret his dreams, but couldn't find what they needed in the books that Draco had received from home.
Harry continued to have dreams about Draco's father, but couldn't bring himself to tell Draco who they were about. The dreams he had were all of the comforting kind, he had no more of the upsetting ones he had the night he and Draco talked the first time. That didn't help him to understand them any better though. He also wondered about his grandfather. He could not figure out who the man could be if it wasn't his grandfather, but he didn't know his grandfather so why was he dreaming about him.
They continued to sit together in Potions, but only because Snape decided to aid their efforts. He assigned the whole class partners and paired them together. This was done to the complaints of all the Gryffindors who said that Malfoy would poison Harry and that's probably exactly what Snape wanted. The Slytherins hoped that Draco would in fact find a way to poison Potter. They thought anything that made Potter and the Gryffindorks that upset had to be a good thing. Of course, they didn't realize that Harry wasn't upset at all. He was rather glad to have Draco for a partner. He did well in class, because Draco was very good at potions and was no longer sabotaging Harry's efforts. Snape was also much nicer to him, if only due to the fact that he was working with Draco, or at least he thought that was the only reason.
As Christmas drew closer, Harry grew more nervous. He was worried that someone would find out where he was going for Christmas and it would somehow get back to Dumbledore. He had already been forced to convince Ron and Hermione that they should still go to the Burrow like they planned even though Harry would not be going. Dumbledore said he didn't feel it was safe, ha as if the man really cared about his safety. It worked well for him though as he could use it as an excuse not to spend the holiday with them. He hated the fact that he was lying to them so much, but after their reaction over Draco in October, he knew they would never understand.
The day before the start of the holiday, Harry was called to Professor McGonagall's office. He suspected she had discovered he had not signed up to stay for the holiday and wanted to know what he was doing. After all, she knew Dumbledore had said he would be unsafe at the Burrow and with Sirius gone he wouldn't be staying at Grimauld Place, so where was he going? She motioned for him to sit down as he entered.
"Mr. Potter, it has come to my attention that you have not put your name on the list of students staying over break. Can you tell me why? After all, even though you have always stayed you know we need your name on the list."
Harry shrugged, "Well, I didn't put my name on the list because I am not staying for Christmas, Professor."
McGonagall's eyes widened as she heard this. "What do you mean Mr. Potter? The Headmaster has already informed you that you can not go to the Burrow. Where could you be going?"
Harry figured he'd better tell this lie convincingly, "I am going back home. I just couldn't spend another Christmas here alone. I thought if I stayed with the Dursley's then maybe it would be something new, better. Maybe if they saw I wanted to spend the holiday with them, it would make things easier." He knew she couldn't check, since his aunt and uncle were going out of country for Christmas this year.
"Oh, well if you are quite sure Mr. Potter. I do believe the Headmaster will want to speak with you though."
"Yes ma'am. I will go and see him right away."
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Harry was dreading what was to come as he headed for Dumbledore's office. He sincerely hoped he would be able to convince the man of his intentions, but he had a way of seeing through Harry. He couldn't take a chance that Dumbledore found a way to prevent him from going with Draco tomorrow. True, he was really nervous about going, but he felt that he had to go and see it through. Now he just had to ensure that no one stopped him. He didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about lying to Dumbledore. He might have as little as a year ago, but now he couldn't bring himself to care. He just hoped he could be convincing.
He gave the password as he reached the gargoyle. As he headed up, he steeled himself for what was to come. Fawkes was sitting on his perch looking dreadfully close to burning. Dumbledore sat at his desk. He looked up and gave Harry his usually smile, though Harry noticed that it didn't affect him the way it used to. It no longer made him feel warm and protected, but instead he felt as though something was compelling him to trust and relax. It was as though Dumbledore was casting a spell to make Harry trust him, but this time it wasn't working. Harry was remembering too much, thinking too clearly for what seemed like the first time in years if not ever.
Dumbledore motioned Harry to take a seat. "Harry, my boy, Lemon Drop? No. Oh well. So what is this I hear about you not signing up to stay for the holiday? Minerva tells me you are planning to stay with your relatives this year. May I ask why?"
"Well sir, I have been thinking about what you have said. I understand that I am safest from Voldemort at the Dursley's. Since I will have to stay with them for one more year at the least, I thought that if I stayed with them for Christmas I could show how I appreciate their kindness. Perhaps if they saw I was making an effort, things would be more pleasant in the summer."
Dumbledore looked pleased with this idea. What he was actually thinking was, 'Harry is such a Gryffindor! He actually believes that his relatives will ever treat him like family! Well that will work toward my aims just fine. He will come back and be even more grateful to me!' What he said was something completely different. "Harry, I think that is a very mature attitude. You need to stay close to your relatives. They are the only ones you have left, after all. I give my permission. You may stay with them this holiday. Have fun my boy."
Harry smiled, "Thank you sir. I am going to head to the tower. I need to finish packing. Goodnight, sir."
"Goodnight, Harry"
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*Harry POV*
That went better than expected. He must think he has more control over me than I thought. Oh well, that works to my advantage. As long as he doesn't find out about Draco, I can continue to fool him into thinking he is still controlling me. I just hope he doesn't find out. Draco is becoming a staple in my life. I can talk to him about things, things I can't even tell Ron or Hermione. They are so wrapped up in each other, they don't even see that things have been different this year. I've been different this year. Oh well, Draco sees. His friendship had helped me get through my doubts this year. I can't believe that I never saw what a true friend he could be.
Perhaps many would think I am being rash. He has been my enemy since we were eleven. He is a Malfoy and a Slytherin, but I was almost a Slytherin too. I wonder if I had been placed in Slytherin, would they still want to be my friend? Would they hate me like they do him? Probably so. I don't think even Dumbledore believes that the hat really wanted me in Slytherin. If he ever saw some of my thoughts, he would probably be shocked. This last year I have shown less of the cheery Gryffindor facade that most expect of me, but even so they would never understand who I really am. Draco does. I enjoy his friendship because I can be myself, just Harry. We have agreed to forget our past and go from here.
As I reach the Common Room, I beg off hanging out. I say I am too tired and am going up to bed. As I climb the stairs I wonder about the holiday. I am worried about going but very excited too. I have never had a real Christmas, or Yule since the Malfoys are in fact not Christian. Draco said that we will have a grand dinner and exchange presents. Only close friends and family will be present though. I'm not sure what close friends might be to the Malfoys. Will Voldemort be there? True I am trying to think of him as Tom, and my returning memories show him as something other then the evil creature I had thought he was; but that didn't mean I wasn't nervous about meeting him. I hoped perhaps that he wouldn't be there.
I was also rather nervous about Lucius. How would I hide the turn my thoughts were increasingly taking toward the blonde aristocrat? I climb into my bed and close the curtains as I wonder at the increasingly graphic nature of my dreams. I can feel them even when I am awake. His lips on mine. His tongue caressing and tasting my mouth. I feel warm as I remember how it felt in the dreams. My hand moves over my body. I imagine it is him. I touch my nipples, pinching and pulling the hard peaks. I moan quietly as I grow hard form the stimulation. In my mind, it is Lucius doing this to me. I feel his hand, my hand, trail down over my flat stomach. I shiver with sensation. The nerves cause my muscles to flutter and twitch beneath my hand, his hand. My fantasy takes over; I lose myself to the thought of his touch.
His hand moves down to the waist of my pajamas and slips beneath the elastic. My cock is throbbing. His hand closes over it. I moan and whimper. My back arches into his touch as he begins to stoke me. His thumb gathers the wetness at the tip and spreads it down my shaft. His hand is so warm on my flesh as he pumps me slowly. I can barely stand the feelings coursing through me. I need more. My hips thrust into his palm. His mouth finds mine in a searing kiss of tongues and teeth. He nips at my lips. Moves down to lick and kiss my neck. Biting gently at the sensitive flesh. I want him to mark me. I want to be his. I am so close. My hips rock with his hand. I am moaning constantly now, it feels so good. He leans forward, his other hand coming to cup my balls gently. His fingers stroke my balls, my thighs, everything as he continues to stroke my cock.
He gives me two of his fingers to suckle and I eagerly do. His skin is so smooth as my tongue laves and wraps around the digits. His fingers make their way to my entrance. He slowly, gently rubs the pucker to loosen my muscles. I am so close; I need part of him in me. I plead and try to force his finger in. He just chuckles and slowly applies pressure to the sensitive tissue. One finger slowly pushes in past the resistant muscle. He gently moves in and out. It feels like nothing I have ever felt. I want more and he gives it to me easing the second finger in. He knows I am close. My whole body trembles with impending bliss. His fingers curl within my body and brush gently against something. My world explodes. Sparks shoot behind my eyes. Everything goes black.
As my body cools, I come down from my high. My whole body is in heaven, my nerves tingle. If just the thought of him can do this to me what might it be like to have him for real? I wipe my hand on the sheets and wonder what I will do. I want him! I know I can never have him, but it's going to be hell having to see him every day. Waking up hard for him and knowing he is in the same house. So close. I must be a masochist to have ever agreed to go to the Manor for any length of time. As I drift to sleep, I wonder what I have gotten myself into.
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Bright and early the next morning, Harry heads down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He wants to say goodbye to Ron and Hermione here, so that they don't know he is getting on the train. They will ask too many questions that he can't answer. As he enters he sees Draco at the Slytherin table, and discreetly nods at him. Draco returns the gesture with a small smile. He heads for his own House table and sits across from Hermione.
She looks up and smiles, "Good morning, Harry. Did you sleep well?"
Harry shifts nervously, although she doesn't see. "Actually, yes I did. I was really relaxed." 'And I wonder why that was?' he asked himself. "Morning, Ron."
His friend looks up with bleary eyes, "Mornin', 'Arry," he says through a yawn.
Harry grins at the redhead and says, "I just wanted to make sure to wish both Merry Christmas and say goodbye before you both left for the Burrow."
Hermione responds happily, "Thank you Harry! Merry Christmas to you as well. We wish you were allowed to come, but it really isn't safe. Ron we should be going, the carriages leave soon."
Ron looks up again, "Bye Harry, Merry Christmas. Wait up Mione."
Harry watches as they hurry out of the Great Hall. He finishes his breakfast, knowing he has time since he and Draco are getting the last carriage to hopefully avoid being seen. He watches the Slytherin get up and leave. He slowly gets and follows him out. He goes up to his room and gets his cloak and bookbag, which he has packed some things in. The House Elves would take his trunk down. His other dorm mates had already left, for which he was grateful. He made his way back to the Entrance Hall and saw Draco waiting for him. They made their way outside and got in the carriage.
Once they arrived at the station and got on the train, they found an empty compartment and relaxed a bit. They pulled the shades down and locked the door so they wouldn't be discovered and settled in for the ride to Kings Cross. They talked in quiet tones, so no one would hear and try to come in. Harry was very anxious about seeing Lucius again in person. He was excited about having his first real holiday though. "Draco, are you sure your father doesn't mind my staying over break?"
Draco laughs, "Of course, Harry. Don't worry; this will be the best holiday ever. We'll make up for every holiday you ever had to spend with those horrible muggles. Maybe we can even play some Quidditch."
Harry smiles, "That would be great. Are you sure you everyone to see me beat you though, Malfoy?"
Draco smiles back, "Well, Potter, even if you could beat me, they would all think I let you win because you were my guest!"
"Sure, you keep believing that!"
They continued talking in the manner. Harry then noticed they were almost at the station and got nervous again. They waited till everyone had gotten off the train before leaving themselves. There was a limo there to pick them up. Lucius was waiting at the Manor, as some of the guests had already arrived. Harry was glad of this as it gave him more time to prepare before he saw the man. They settled in for the ride through the countryside. Before long, they were pulling into the drive at the Manor. As they exited the limo and approached the door, it was opened by an excited House Elf. She greeted Draco happily and he smiled down at her.
"Shiri is so happy to see Young Master. Young Master has brought Harry Potter. Master has told Shiri to bring Young Master and Harry Potter to the Study. Master is in the Study with guests. Follow Shiri."
Draco and Harry followed the little elf. As they approached the Study, Harry became very apprehensive. He didn't know if he was ready for this. As Draco entered the Study, Harry could hear the cultured tones of Lucius and he recognized Snape's smooth voice as well. He also heard a third speak, but couldn't make it out. Well it was now or never. He quietly walks to the door.
He enters the room and looks around. He sees, as he expected, Lucius and Snape greeting Draco. He then looks over and sees the third person he heard. He reacts almost as if in slow motion.
"Who are you?" he asks of the man.
TBC
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