LOVE ATROCIOUS
by Yih

This has been beta'd by Blackumbrage (formerly known as Blackumbridge). She knows she's my bunny block.

Also Chapter 3 (the vague pronoun references) has been corrected.  If it says "Correction #1" on the top that is the correct version.  Just refresh until you get it. 

Workaholic

He likes to work
I like to watch him work
There's poetry in him
There's something indescribable about him
That moves me to pieces

He says acting is a lifestyle
That filming is a way of living
That everything he does
He has to be proud of
I'm proud of him

It doesn't matter what he does
As long as he loves what he's doing
Which is why I'm here
Making sure that he gets the scripts
That he wants to act

I don't care that he doesn't realize
That I love him more than life
It's enough to see him doing what he loves
M aybe one day work won't be enough for him
And I'll be there waiting

Chapter 4
Film's a Lifestyle

"You, my dear," Lucius drawled, "are quite a pretty thing."

"Thank you," Harry murmured softly, his eyes averted downwards, "sir."

"And far too innocent."

Harry nodded, telling Lucius that so far he was doing his lines perfectly—not that he ever did his lines shabbily when the purpose of this was to run through his lines before getting to the set tomorrow. There was a reason why Lucius was never out of work, he was always tremendously prepared for his roles, ever the professional. Harry sighed as his eyes traveled down to look at the thick stack of sheets he held. It was going to be a long night.

"But naiveté can be sweet," Lucius commented, "and it can be disastrous." He moved closer to Harry and cupped his face like the script directions instructed. "I am not one to repress my desires," he whispered almost harshly as he dipped his face down so that his lips were brushing against Harry's ear. "I don't hold back even if I'm cruel and it hurts."

"You're trying to scare me."

"And for a very good reason," Lucius rasped, "for I am not someone to toy with for I will toy with you and tear from you every bit of innocence." His tongue flicked out and licked Harry's ear lobe. "There is no going back. There are much nicer men out there. Go to them. You will be tainted and corrupted with me."

His sex appeal, egads! Damn the man for being such a filthy, filthy sex god. It was hard, so very difficult for Harry to concentrate on reading the words in front of his eyes. Uh… where was he again? Oh! There he was! "I don't care. I don't care at all." Harry glanced up at Lucius briefly and looked down again at his lines. "If I did, I wouldn't be here."

"As long as you're certain," Lucius drawled, dipping his head down to kiss Harry's breath away. What the hell was Lucius doing? True, it was part of the script but he usually didn't do any of the romantic physical bits with him. He skipped over it or he leered at him, whatever, but he certainly didn't do what the script called for. He was doing it now though and good god he was a sinfully good kisser.

This was the second drown-worthy kiss Harry had received in the last 24 hours. Quite nice roll of luck he was having at the moment, though he personally wondered why this sort of luck had eluded him the last the 27 years of his life. He could have done with more kisses like this earlier. It almost made him want to crawl into bed, then again—maybe not. Kisses had always been nice, and well—the fucking had left much to be desired. He guessed he couldn't blame his poor partner. It had been his first time too. Two virgins together was a definite no-no.

"This is better than pornography," Draco exclaimed clapping so enthusiastically in the background that it snapped Harry out of the mind funk he'd been in. "Forget about downloading the stuff from Kazaa."

If it weren't for Lucius's strong grip on his arm, Harry would have fallen off the couch. It didn't stop his face from having a full blown flushed look to it when he finally tried to glare menacingly at the younger Lucius. "You downloaded porn onto my Vaio?!"

Draco pouted. "You never said I couldn't."

"I thought you'd have the sense not to!" Harry screamed, outwardly outraged and inwardly sniggering at Draco being such a typical teen boy as much as he would like to proclaim the contrary. "Draco Black Malfoy! If you don't have that horrid stuff off my computer in the next hour, I'm going to ground you in the hotel room!"

He was properly horrified, and he scrambled far quicker to heed Harry's word than he ever did for any of Lucius's threats. Lucius frowned when he saw how quick his son acted when he was being reprimanded by Harry vs. himself. Harry merely smirked and disengaged himself from Lucius's grasp. "Serve the conceited fool. He's been getting too cocky of late."

"He's always like that," Lucius muttered dismissively.

"Like father like son."

Lucius scowled. "Despite what people think, we are not that similar."

"Oh, but you are that similar."

"Whatever."

"That's why he won't listen to you." The hard lines on Lucius's face deepened, which made him look downright scary. No wonder, he was such a good villain figure. He could be rather frightening. Too bad, it was all a fanciful façade. "It's because you're too much alike."

"There's got to be more of a reason than that," Lucius grumbled.

Harry beamed brightly. "Oh there is. Whenever you threaten him, he always comes to me and gets what he wants, the sly worm.:"

"WHAT?!" Lucius roared.

Harry shrugged. "I'm not his mother, or for that matter… his father."

"But… you can't undermine me like that!"

"You do such stupid things that sometimes I have to. Besides, if you do keep him locked up in a hotel room, you'll end up making me miserable because I'll be up there reading all the potential scripts that will be pouring in for you now that you're finally in production with another project."

"Then why," Lucius began sarcastically, "were you willing to punish himself and make yourself miserable when he downloaded porn."

"Because," Harry responded with the patience shown a dunderhead, "I'd be punishing him for something he'd done to me while if I let your punishment stand for something he'd done to you, it'd be misery for me without any gain. My threat against him this time will prevent anything like that from happening on my computer, but I can't say the same for yours."

"Not that I use the infernal thing."

"You should," Harry reprimanded him. "Considering how lazy you are, you could communicate with your fans over the internet."

"Too easy for someone to pose as me," Lucius muttered. "Besides, I'd rather have you continue to handle any fan interactions and fan-mail. You're much more patient than I am and more apt not to have them end up hating me."

"You can be charming when you want to be," Harry granted with slight amusement that Lucius was admitting that he might be a tad difficult to like in person than on the big screen. "All you have to do is try."

"Why waste the effort?" he sneered.

Harry rolled his eyes and kicked Lucius in the shins hard enough to let him know that he really ought to be ashamed of himself. "If you didn't have the fan-base that you have, you wouldn't be as in demand of an actor as you are Lucius. You owe a lot to your fans."

"I never would have gotten where I am," Lucius proclaimed grandly, waving his arms in exaggerated motions for even further emphasis, "if I didn't have the talent or the drive. You don't get to where I am and stay here unless you've got the ability."

"But," Harry stressed heavily, "it doesn't hurt for you to be nice to your fans every once and a while, does it?"

"That's what I pay you for!" This time Harry didn't aim for the flesh part of his shin but went for the bone. "Fuck it, Harry!" he yelped. "What the bloody hell was that for?"

Harry gave him a measured look that said, puh-leeze as if you don't know? When he continued to blink innocently, he let out an exasperated sigh and retorted, "You are such a conceited arse! Would it kill you to be nice to your fans for one day?"

Lucius shrugged carelessly. "I'd rather not think about them at all."

"You should," Harry hissed. "If only to gloat about how many you have."

"And wouldn't that be even worse?" Lucius countered.

"At least show them some appreciation!"

"I sign the stupid glossies, don't I?" Lucius responded sharply. "I actually read some of it, the ones that aren't completely idiotic marriage proposals and such inanities of the sort. I mean, for god's sake, there are some nut jobs out there that probably give fans a bad name and I know that--- but I find it easier to ignore all of them rather than to try to weed through that mess."

Harry nodded slowly and then shook his head vehemently. "You still ought to try. Ignoring them is an awful thing to do, especially when your fans send you such great compilations for you. I mean, think of the effort they put into making that birthday book for you. They really do adore you, Lucius."

"And why should I care if they do or not?" Lucius replied carelessly. "It is not as if I care about them."

"How can you be so callous?"

"I wouldn't call it callous."

"What would you call it then?" Harry snapped. "What, Lucius?"

"I wouldn't call it anything. If I had to put it somewhat into words, I suppose that as an actor having to be analyzed by your producer, your director, your agent, and your fellow actors--- it gets to such a point that I don't care what my fans think of me anymore. I don't care about what anyone thinks as long as I do a good enough job that I'm happy with myself."

"HARRY RIDDLE!" Tom roared over the phone. "You left England without letting me bloody know where the hell you were going! As your father, I've been worried. Potter, the idiot, I can't find where he is."

He was 27 year old; he didn't need to tell Tom where he was going. Tom wasn't even his real feather. He was merely the originator of the sperm. As much as he would like to be his father, his father was James Potter and not Tom Riddle! Why didn't he get it? Tom might want to be a part of his life, and he understood that it was reasonable now that he was in his late 50s and he was his only child… but that still didn't give him the right to denounce the man he still called 'daddy.'

"Harry?"

"It's Potter," Harry snapped. "I haven't changed my name yet, and I don't intend to. I was born a Potter and I'll die a Potter, even if it makes your heart bleed, Tom. You might be my biological father, actually there is no doubt about that since I have a remarkable resemblance to you… but you are not the one I rely on as a parent figure. That's James's job, so will you just stop with this father act? It's tiresome and dreadfully uncharacteristic for you."

"The problem is, I am a father," Tom growled. "Your father."

This was one of those moments when Harry wished he could send an image of careless shrugging through the phone line, but alas that was impossible. "Even if you're my father," Harry retorted, "I'm 27 years old, Tom. I'm an adult, a grown man. I do not have to tell you where I'm going and when I'm going either. And my Dad is on vacation right now, and even if he weren't… he wouldn't be able to help you track me down much either. Because he trusts me and doesn't have to know where I am every minute of the damn day."

"It's not that I don't trust you!" Tom shouted.

"Then what?!" Harry cried out. "What?!"

Tom grumbled something.

"I didn't hear you."

"I care about what happens to you," Tom muttered. "Is that so wrong? For a father to care what happens to his son? What kind of father is Potter if he isn't calling you up to check on you and whatnot?"

Okay, that was rather sweet in a strange and sick way. Tom actually caring about something, someone--- him. It was almost scary. He was not a kind man. Tom was a dominating man with a strong will and a indomitable presence that forced everyone in the room to pay attention to him when he was in it. Too bad Harry had gotten rather use to his presence that it was almost ineffective, almost.

"Harry…"

"I am sorry I didn't inform you of my whereabouts," Harry answered stiffly, "but I am a grown man."

The sound coming from the other end of the line was such a gargle of noise that he wasn't sure if Tom was growling or groaning in exasperation. Harry could see him doing both. Harry sighed. He almost had to go, it was about time to go wake up Lucius and get him to the set. It wouldn't do for him to be late on the set, and if Harry didn't drag him out in about 5 minutes--- he'd be positively unbearable to the cast and crew at the production.

"Do you have anything else to say to me?" Harry asked. He didn't want Tom to think he didn't want to talk to him, that Tom didn't mean something to him but he did have other matters that he had to deal with. And as much as Tom wanted to be his father, Harry couldn't see him as anything more than maybe an uncle figure. James Potter was his father, no one else. "If you do, make it quick. You know the time difference and all. It's about time for Lucius to get to the set."

"I guess it would be a waste to tell you to drop Malfoy, come back to the UK and work for me, is it?" Tom responded dryly.

"You wouldn't want me to work for you," Harry shot back, even though he was a little taken back by the offer as carelessly as it was made. The competition was fierce to be part of Tom's production company. There were few projects they handled that didn't come out profitable, and in the last score of years they had built a reputation of being a fine judge of films that attained critical acclaim along with mass appeal. "I'd be the ruin of you."

"Or you'll be the success of me," Tom countered lightly. "You have done an amazing job in picking out good scripts for Malfoy. Without you, I doubt he'd be where he is today. He ought to get down on his hands and knees and worship the ground that you walk. You have a good eye for worthy scripts, and that's exactly what I'm looking for."

"Why offer me this now?"

"I've offered it many times in the past but you have never accepted."

"You have never offered me a job!" Harry exclaimed. "All you have told me is that what I'm doing right now is unworthy of me. You never told me you were going to give me a job at your production company reading scripts! I always assumed you wanted me to find another job or better yet, get married to rich heiress seems so I can get my name splashed in the tabloids."

Tom chuckled a bit harshly, not unusual for him. It was quite normal. It'd be weird if there was no edge to it, if it was mellifluous. "I assumed that if I didn't think that the job you have right now was worthy of you, that you could do so much better, that it would make all the sense in the world that you would come work for me. What father wouldn't want his son working with him?"

The key word was with in the working with him. He didn't want him working for him, which hinted at working under him but working with him as his equal. That was entirely different. Harry almost, well, who wouldn't be tempted? Most people would kill to be a part of it and here he had been turning down numerous offers in the past. How ironic.

"I don't make assumptions," he answered stiffly.

"In this case you ought to."

How was Harry suppose to know? For all he knew, Tom could have hated Lucius like his Dad did. It wasn't an unreasonable hatred, Lucius could be a downright arse at times. And somehow, he managed to rub his Dad the wrong way with anything that came out of his mouth when he saw him. Harry didn't know how he did it when he could be quite charming when he wanted to be. Would it be so bad for him to at least show his Dad the good qualities that he knew were buried deep within him?

"So what do you say?"

Harry didn't know and it was time. "I've got to go."

"Then go," Tom murmured generously. It wasn't a tone Harry was familiar with, with him. He thought he ought to be concerned, but… then again he couldn't worry about that when he was faced with the awfulness that was Lucius arriving at a production set for the first time. Harry didn't know why he was so malicious, but he always was. It got progressively better as time went on, but damn was he a bastard initially. He guessed it made it easier on the other actors since Lucius was usually in a bastard's role.

"Bye Tom."

"I'd like it if you called me father," he admonished.

"Good-bye."

"Be safe, Harry."

Bye… father?

"Oh my freaking god!" Draco exclaimed, throwing another script to the ground and looking like for all the world that he'd like nothing more than to stomp the piece of paper into a flatter oblivion. "How do you read shite like this?"

Harry laughed and tossed another script down on top of the scripts that Draco had already started piling up on his first day on the job as one of his dad's official script readers. Actually, they were more like pruners. They had to discard the terrible stuff, then they had to look at the ones that weren't so bad and sift away at the ones that were generic reused and unoriginal plots that were doomed to be movies that people watched when they were bored to tears of frustration.

"Harry," Draco moaned, "how do you stand to read this?"

"Because I must."

He snorted and sneered, "You could always throw most of these in the garbage bin and you'd hardly have much of a loss. You don't really need to read all of these. Most of this is utterly worthless."

"But not all of it is worthless," Harry retorted, "and that is why we must read." He shoved another pile of scripts into his empty hands. "Read Draco, read. Read until your eyes burn. You do want your father to do something that'll make you proud of him, don't you?"

Draco shrugged. "Whatever."
"Well, if you don't want to read the scripts… you could always sort through his fan-mail."

His eyes widened and he shook his head vehemently. "No! No fucking way."

"I thought so," Harry remarked dryly. "Read Draco, read until your eyes feel like they're going to fall out and then I might spare you the fan-mail."

Draco groaned and picked up the next script. "How do you do this all day?"

"I actually don't mind it," Harry responded easily, opening up another letter. "Some of the fans say such sweet things. I wish Lucius appreciated them more. He really ought to, you know, be thankful for them. They really do love him."

"They are aggravating sods."

"Some of them, I grant you that."

"It's bloody annoying how they stalk him whenever we try to go anywhere together," Draco complained. "You know, I'd like for once to go somewhere with my Dad and not have to have some fan-crazy woman trying to crawl over him."

"You're just irritated because they're not crawling over you."

He glared at Harry and threw the script at him. "And you don't mind it?"

"I am used to it."

"I've seen the look in your eyes," Draco murmured intently, intensely. "You're jealous of them, very jealous."

Harry scoffed. "You are insane."

"I only speak the truth."

"A sort of truth that lies."

Draco tried to look offended but failed miserably and Harry chuckled. "Do you want me to read one of these fan-mails out loud to hear what they sound like?"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Why did I agree to do this film again?" Lucius growled as he slouched his way out, utterly exhausted by the effort today. He and the director had shared a few words when the director had been trying to teach him how to act. How ridiculous! He was the bloody actor, and he knew actually how he sodding well wanted to act. That moronic director ought to belt up! "Tell me again, Harry?"

"Because you loved the script and I loved the script."

"It's actually halfway decent," Draco piped up. "I mean, you aren't saying, 'Oh I love you so much, darling, won't you come to bed with me?'" he crooned in a sickening fashion that made both Harry and Lucius cringe. "Now that would be disgusting like some of these scripts that are sent into you are pure garbage."

"Which is why Harry weeds out the truly terrible ones," Lucius retorted. "But still... it's aggravating how the damn director is telling me how to act. Me? He's a bloody director, not an actor! He directs the film effort, but he should let us actors do what we sodding do best---which is act! I think Fleur nearly wanted to strangle him."

"That would have been interesting to see," Draco murmured. "I really don't see the sweet and beautiful Fleur Delacour being anything other than the typical damsel-in-distress."

"Then you will be pleasantly surprised," Lucius informed his son. "She's got quite a bite to her innocent outer façade. Not that she, anywhere, rivals our Harry here." He glanced meaningfully where Harry was standing with his hands on his hips. "Harry is quite the independent bugger, isn't he?"

"Quite," Draco agreed. "He's quite that."

"What ever are we going to do with him?"

Draco grinned, and Harry did not like the look of that grin in the slightest. "We will definitely need to remind him that he would not be the same without us."

Oh god, they were conspiring together against him. One Malfoy, especially if it was the younger against him--- Harry might be able to forestall but both of them? Heaven help him, he just couldn't resist them both. Harry had a hard time resisting Lucius by himself, add Draco to the mix and it was impossible. Damn it. Damn them! He glowered as they both linked their arms to each side of him and started steering him out to the car.

"Yes, indeed we should," Lucius agreed amicably, the glint in his eyes far from friendly. "It seems that Harry has forgotten our combined importance. Do you have any suggestions on how to, Draco?"

"Oh do I," Draco drawled, his hip nudging Harry's with deliberate calculation in which to make him, decidedly uncomfortable being trapped being two radiantly sexual men and also forcing him closer next to Lucius. Impertinent twerp! "What better way to remind him of our infinite superiority to all other males than to suffocate him with our overpowering presence? That means we won't leave his side all night long…"

"Sounds utterly dread…"

"Sounds utterly delightful," Lucius sharply cut in. "Do go on."

They tried to get Harry drunk. That somewhat failed, somewhat succeeded. They did get him slightly tipsy. Oops. He wasn't suppose to drink this much this soon. His tolerance level wasn't that high and well… my… my… did Lucius look utterly delectable tonight. Hmmm, he could die happy here just watching him. If he weren't a bit intoxicated, he wouldn't be caught dead staring at him in such a blatant fashion but it seemed like such a good idea right now. What harm was it in admiring someone clearly that beautiful?

In the background Harry heard his phone whining for him, but when he tried to stumble toward it, Lucius wrapped his arm around him and dragged him back to the couch where they were currently critiquing one of his earlier films. "The call," Harry gasped.

"Ignore it," Lucius murmured, alcohol infiltrated from his throat breathing over Harry's neck. "It's your mobile anyway. That'll be work and it's a Saturday night, and it's a bloody crime should anyone want to discuss business on a Saturday night! Sacrilege!"

Harry rolled his eyes, this was coming from the man that believed that working everyday was hardly a crime and insisted if actors really loved their jobs--- they wouldn't be above working everyday of every week. "Aren't you the one that says if you love what you do, you should be willing to do it every goddamn day?"

One of his elegantly long fingers jabbed at Harry's nose as he retorted, "There should always be one day where you do silly, stupid things."

"Like today?" Harry murmured with amusement, thinking that their attempts to get him drunk hadn't been quite fruitless since they'd gotten themselves drunk. Then again they had swallowed two or was it three shots to his every one? Whatever, their high tolerance for alcohol was gruesomely inspiring as well as horribly disturbing. Imagine what it put their liver through, egad.

"Not silly… stupid things," Draco slurred, his hand waving his shot of vodka in the air like a mad man, "but fun and childish things. Right, Dad?"

"Right!"

Harry would have laughed at both of them, but Lucius was unbearably close---pressed up against his side in such a delightful manner that he was far too tense to even think about giggling at them. Ugh, what was Lucius doing draping himself like this on him? Didn't he realize that it made him uncomfortable? Probably. That was probably the reason why he was doing it. Grrr, what a frustrating specimen of maleness.

Lucius turned his face toward him and he caught his breath, even intoxicated he was drop dead gorgeous. "So Harry," he murmured, "do you really like this Snape bloke?"

"Why do you want to know?" Harry whispered back, trying to move his body away from his discretely. He didn't have much success when Lucius wrapped his arms around his waist, effectively stopping his retreat.

"Because I do."

"I like him."

Lucius jabbed Harry's stomach pointedly. "That is a rather vague answer."

"I like him enough that I'm willing to date him," Harry modified.

"That still tells me next to nothing," Lucius remarked. "I mean, you've gone on dates before with people that you like that you've been miserable with. But I gather from the first date, and that kiss at the airport that you like him a good deal more than the others you've so-called 'dated.'"

"If you can derive that, then why ask me this question?" Harry retorted.

"Because I don't like to make assumptions."

"It doesn't stop you from taking a gander."

Lucius narrowed his eyes into a deadly glower that trademarked all his villain roles. It was a good glare for him, Harry reflected, but it was too bad it had little to no effect on him. "I don't have to make a guess, it's bloody obvious."

"You sound jealous."

Lucius looked taken back for a moment before the intensity reappeared on his features. It was the second time in the last 48 or so hours that he'd been accused of being envious of Severus Snape. It annoyed him, and yet was there possible truth in it? He didn't want to answer that so he just continued to frown at Harry in a manner that said, so what if I am… since you'll have a bloody hard time of getting me to admit that I am.

"You act like you are, anyway," Harry mused. "But what could you be jealous of? I mean, you are Lucius Malfoy."

"Yes," he sneered. "I am Lucius Malfoy."

Harry chuckled at his pure conceit. "Then again, Severus is Severus Snape, and his house of fashion will likely outlast any of your movies."

Lucius scowled, he didn't need to be reminded that despite his Blockbuster success, he had still yet to make a film that would become a classic. The sad thing is, he didn't think any even came halfway close. Oh sure, people would watch his old films but they wouldn't be like 'this is a work of art.' His efforts on the big screen was in direct contrast to his stage work, where he'd received numerous accolades for his acting in prestigious theatre productions.

There were times when he was tempted to return to the stage, but the theatre was so hard on him and it took so much out of him that he was content to continue the more less intense joys of his working profession. Besides, there was yet a stage production to come that could rival what he'd last done in Les Miserables. Until a theatre drama was on par with that, he wouldn't dare sign onto anything. He wanted to do something that would be better, more challenging than anything that was less. Call it immeasurable standards.

"That is miserable truth," Lucius said dejectedly. "Even the decent scripts I get can't compare to the work I've done on stage, not even a halfway comparison. But isn't it every actors dream to make it in Hollywood? And I have? But my parts… character parts are atrocious."

"But you know, you are getting some really good scripts now once we've weeded out the less than desirable ones," Harry remarked, not liking the shadows that had descended upon Lucius's expression. "There should be something that'd be a new mark on your impressive repertoire. Also, it's a huge accomplishment for you to translate your British success into Hollywood success. You've done a lot for the British film industry."

"Do you think," Lucius began asking seriously, "that all the work I've done in the last 5 years has been absolute shite?"

Harry shook his head. "You've made entertaining and enjoyable movies. And there's something different about theatre productions and film projects. They can't be compared. There's more of the character that's driven in theatre because there's less emphasis on the special effects in the background. With film, everything so digitalized and technology driven that there's less of a focus on strong character roles like the stage. You've done well to exude your acting ability into your characters in your movies, far better than a lot of actors. And you know… you are considered one of the best Hollywood actors."

"That means nothing," Lucius snapped. "Hollywood is a joke."

Harry smiled complacently. "Then it's made you a rich joke."

"Don't joke," Lucius growled.

"Is it so terrible?" Harry questioned. "Is it so bad that now that you've made monetary success with your films that good scripts are seeking you out for your acting ability? You had to get out there and show what you could do before the better scripts came your way, Lucius, that's the way of things… working your way up. You had to do it for the stage and you have to do it for film… and you have and now it's going to pay off."

"Do you think so?"

Harry nodded. "Yes."

"You know… I don't know what…"

"Oh my god," Draco moaned from across the room, "I'm going to be sick." And he was, fortunately, Harry reasoned it was because of the amount of alcohol he'd consumed and not where the conversation had been going. Whatever the case, it was a good thing he'd emptied the contents of his stomach into a trashcan instead of on the carpeted floor. That would have been an ugly mess.

It certainly gave him a distraction, Harry didn't know if he was grateful or not for it.

TBC

Author's Note: This chapter, I fear, is not as stunning as the rest but I promise you the next chapter will be good because Severus comes back (cheers!) and there will be more crazy jealous Lucius and more insanely insightful Draco. I must say, I do love the way I do Draco in here. Don't you think we ought to have a sidestory about Draco? I dunno, a romance or something. Any thoughts on who? Can be slash or het, I'll do either. Oh, and how were the character interactions in this? I thought Draco was unbearably cute and Lucius has turned on the charm (that kiss at the beginning was mega- hot though I have doubts on the comparison to Severus's horny number) and Harry is delightful sarcastic King as always.

Thanks to (all my loyal reviewers, couldn't do this without you): Mousey (feisty is an excellent description of Harry), The angelic vampire (ty, keep up w/ your fic too), katkitten, Quill, crissy, Azer, Merit Somnia, tenchi (sorry, I was lazy in the last chapter and didn't proofread it… I thought my beta would catch it, but she didn't), Grey Malwell, Quill, Lindiel Eryn, Quila, Artymuse (haha convos like these aren't very practical but clever), Eaiva le Fay (Sev knows Harry likes Lucius and is willing to do what he needs to do to um… get Harry), Gia, jenny (look at chapter 2), Vree, C.M. Aeris Queen of Insanity, Redrum (it's hard to admit something so annoying comes from yourself), Moonlady (Father/son relationship between Harry/Lucius?  There's one for Harry/Tom Riddle but not for Lucius.  And Tom didn't adopt Harry, Tom is Harry's biological father.  I'd reread Chapter 1 and 2), SailorBaby16, me, Eriadne (you've got Draco down exactly how I wanted to do him, thanks for telling me that I am!), Winnie2, Silverfated, Anonymous, Kemis (hope you like your present and hope your b-day went well.), RainSW6, Kateri1 (haha Sev and Harry will get a chance), Bonebiddy (ugh… dating is extremely awkward, I've only done it a few times ugh ugh!), Nemati (yes Draco's done too well, I think), Lakoma (Severus is the definition of ascerbic), Illucia (my muse is diligent yet finicky), chekiita (it's not a threesome, Harry will end up with Lucius or Severus), Kathy stqgvk (Lucius's jealousy will come into play later), SeparatriX (well you do take things for granted that have always been there and he's never had to compete for Harry before), ntamara (haha, thanks for rec'cing me), IncubusSuccubus, Quot the Raven (oh yes, first dates are horrible.  Draco's priceless in this one, he's done so well that awwwwwwwwwww!  Severus is even done better imo and Lucius ;p gotta love those Malfoys), Shuki – aka Quickjewel (your morning ims are a nice wakeup), TigerBlak (haha yes I like the Malfoy-Malfoy overload too). 

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Chapter 5 will be out at the end of April (it takes me a good 3 weeks or more to write one of these chapters and I won't start this one until I've completed a POB and a Fallen chapter… and in that order. I'm cycling through my fics now).