Title: Exchange
Author: Mistress Silver
Pairings(s): Harry/Draco/Lucius (No threesomes, leave me alone!)
Warning: The following piece is rated R (for later chapters – AND incest). It contains SLASH, which is homosexual relationships, so if you are offended by that or are not of legal age in your area then please click the back button on your browser and find yourself something else. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated but flames will be mocked and ignored.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, characters, names and all related indicia are property of J.K. Rowling – only Angelica is mine. I am just borrowing them all for a bit and am not making a cent off this. I'm sure Rowling won't mind, if anything she will be (should be) flattered that people like her books enough to write pieces of their own about them.
CHAPTER 4 – Awakened EmotionsDraco woke up abruptly and looked around. The sky was a deep blue so the sun would be rising fairly soon. He turned his head slightly and met Harry's face. Harry's head was tilted against the balcony railing. His glasses were hanging on his nose crookedly and his lips were slightly parted. With a small smile Draco reached up to brush a stray hair out of Harry's eyes but quickly withdrew his hand.
What am I doing…?
He carefully removed Harry's arms from around him and sprang to his feet as if he just escaped the Jaws of Life. He glared at Harry, trying to figure out how he ended up in his archrival's arms, when the events of the night floated back to him. Draco's face softened and he studied the raven-haired boy. Harry looked so angelic when he slept, Draco wondered why he never noticed it before.
Probably because I was busy yelling at him, he thought with a smirk. He paused. Then went into his room and returned with a blanket. A small smile tugged at his lips as he draped it over Harry's sleeping form. He had a sudden urge to touch the Gryffindor's lips and see if they were as soft as they looked. Draco frowned and took a step back.
"Damn you, Potter, you mess with me even in your sleep." He turned and, scowling, went back inside the Manor.
Harry woke up sore in places he didn't even know he had. His first thought was where the hell he was. His second was why he was outside. And his third was, Where the hell is Draco?
He scrambled up to his feet, abandoning the blanket on the floor, and ran into the bedroom. Looking around frantically all he saw was a couple of startled house elves who were making the bed.
"Draco…" Harry muttered and ran into the hallway. Not seeing any sign of life he sprinted down the marble stairs.
"Draco?! DRACO!"
"What?!" came a reply.
Harry whirled around to stare at a very annoyed, very wet, Draco Malfoy.
"Yes? Is something the matter? Or did you just want to see me in a towel?" Draco said mockingly. Harry tore his eyes away from the thin strip of material that was loosely wrapped around the pale boy's abdomen only to be greeted by a smooth tummy, glistening chest, and fair face.
"You can stop drooling any time now," Draco sneered.
Harry snapped out of it. "Don't flatter yourself. And I was looking for you just because I wanted to see if you were all right."
"Why, Potter, didn't know you cared," Draco said falsely batting his eyelashes. "Now can I get back to my shower?"
Harry suddenly turned angry. "Fine, go, I don't know why I care. Next time I have a dream about you getting raped, I'll just turn over and go back to sleep," he snapped and marched upstairs.
Draco blinked after him, a startled expression on his face. He dreamt about that? So that's how he knew…and then he…
"Potter, wait," Draco called to him from the bottom of the marble staircase. Harry halted but did not turn around.
"Thanks…for last night…"
By the time Harry realized what Draco said and turned around, he was already gone.
"Draco."
Draco almost slipped and fell in the bathtub.
"Father!" he cried indignantly and attempted to cover himself up as best as he could with his washcloth.
Lucius chuckled, letting his eyes ravish the lovely sight before him. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, Dragon."
Draco suddenly felt like crying again but fought his tears with anger. "What do you want," he said through gritted teeth.
"Your cousin Angelica is coming over. Your Aunt Bertha has to go on one of her "meetings" so she is leaving her daughter with you for the afternoon."
Draco scowled. "You had to tell me now. Right now."
Lucius grinned wryly. 'Well of course, I couldn't pass up an opportunity like this," he said gesturing at Draco's nude form. Draco's eyes flared with silver fury. Lucius chuckled. "I shall see you in a bit," he said with a wink and left.
Draco stared after him for a moment and suddenly began furiously scrubbing every inch of skin that Lucius's filthy gaze touched.
Harry opened the door and jumped in surprise as a flurry of white flew past him, followed closely by an alarmed Draco Malfoy. Harry heard a gleeful giggle as Draco yelled, "Angelica! Angelica, no – that's not a toy!"
Curiosity mounting, Harry followed the sounds of two voices and shattering glass. Reaching the enormous living room his eyes widened in disbelief. There, in the middle of a broken vase, an upturned table, and two shattered statues, stood Draco trying to wrestle a broom out of the hands of a five-year-old girl who seemed to be immensely amused. Especially when she let go of the broom and Draco fell over backwards, knocking a painting off the wall. The girl clapped, laughing, and turned to Harry. She looked just like Draco, except female. Pale and thin, with sparkling silver eyes. Only difference was her lips stood out with crimson and her platinum hair framed her face in large curls.
Draco got up, dusting himself off, and followed the girl's gaze. "Oh hello, Potter. Have you met my cousin, Angelica?"
Harry was surprised when Draco affectionately patted her head after all the havoc she wrought.
"Er, nice to meet you, Angelica, I'm – "
" – Harry Potter," she said with a giggle.
Harry blinked. "Yes, how – "
"Draco told me," she said playfully.
"Did he now…?"
"Oh yes," Angelica went on, flashing Draco a mischievous glance. "Draco told me all about you. He said that even though you were a real annoying git, sometimes you were nice and caring – "
"Okay! Time to go!" Draco suddenly cut in. He ushered the girl into the kitchen and made the house elves occupy her with some sweets. When he returned he avoided Harry's eyes and his cheeks were tinged pink. He picked up the painting and began hanging it back in place as the grey-haired woman in it glowered at him.
"Well, Potter? Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me with this mess?"
Harry pulled out his wand and muttered a couple of "Reparos". Then he went over to help Draco turn over the table. They lifted it together and pushed it back into an upright position. Draco met Harry's eyes.
"Thanks."
"You keep saying that word and I'll get used to hearing it from you," Harry said pointedly. To his surprise Draco chuckled. They started putting everything back on the table.
"So why is the blonde hurricane here?"
"My Aunt is away for the day so she's having us take care of her for the afternoon," said Draco. "I don't mind, I actually like her far more than the rest of my family."
"Even when she's telling all your secrets?"
Draco looked up sharply but Harry was preoccupied with rearranging the porcelain figurines on the table.
"What secrets, Potter?"
"Awe, apparently they weren't true since your tone of voice no longer deems me nice and caring."
"That was just five-year-old babble," Draco said coolly.
"Ah. Well, my mistake then," Harry said getting up. "There we go, all clean."
No sooner did the words leave his mouth when a bang resounded in the kitchen followed by two panicked cries and a high-pitched giggle. Draco signed and turned to Harry who smiled at him.
"Well! Shall we get started on the kitchen then?"
Draco started to laugh.
"Shh…you'll wake her…"
Draco carefully removed his hand from Angelica's relaxed arms and put the book The Brave Little Muggle on the side table beside her. Harry pulled up the silk covers over her sleeping form and tiptoed away from the bed. Draco followed him, shutting the door behind them as silently as he could.
"You know, she's quite adorable when she's unconscious," Harry said as they walked downstairs to the living room.
Draco chuckled. "Yeah, kinda like you."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Think I'm adorable, do you?"
"No," Draco said quickly. "I just like when you're unconscious."
Harry smirked and sat on the black, leather couch. Draco plopped down next to him and let out a blissful sigh. "I am never having children."
"That's good," Harry said. "I'm sure the world will be relieved to know there won't be any more little Draco's running around."
"Oh please," Draco snorted. "Nothing would scar them more than another Boy Who Lived – you'll pardon the pun."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry chuckled.
"I don't have to, it's my house."
"But I'm the guest."
"But you're a Gryffindor."
"What the hell sense does that make?" Harry gaped at him.
Draco opened his mouth to reply but his brows knit in confusion. "I don't know, actually…"
They looked at each other.
And burst out laughing.
"Don't look now, Malfoy, but I think your friends' stupidity is rubbing off on you!"
"Stuff it, Potter," Draco said and threw a green pillow at him. Harry ducked and retaliated with a red one. For a moment, nobody moved. And then they scrambled over the couch, throwing everything in their path at one another. Once out of ammo, Harry took to drastic measures – he tackled Draco and straddled him, pinning his wrists to the couch.
"Ha!" he said triumphantly. "And not a pillow to throw at me in sight!" He let out a mock cackle and Draco cracked up.
Harry looked at the Slytherin beneath him. His hair was sprawled around his head in a pool of light and his grin reflected in his twinkling, silver eyes. Harry couldn't help himself.
He leaned close and softly kissed his flushed lips.
Draco stared at him in astonishment, and then lifted his head to take Harry's lips back with his own. Harry released his wrists and moved his hands to caress the back of Draco's head, deepening the kiss.
"Mr. Potter!"
Harry almost fell off the couch. He and Draco jerked their heads towards the door to be greeted by an infuriated…Lucius Malfoy.