Starting Over (3/?)
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
"Lucius"
Harry was about to close the door in his face but the other man was holding it open. 'If only everyone could see him now. Standing in the rain and looking like a drowned rat.' Harry thought.
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk."
"So I gathered." Another flash of lightning. "Get in here!" He found himself saying to Lucius as he pulled him inside then peered out the door at his neighbours' houses.
"How do you know where I live?" Harry asked, leaning against the wall.
"I have my way of finding these things out."
"You went through my file." Harry closed the front door and walked past the dripping wet man. A loud crack of thunder sent Oliver running through the house to Harry. "Daddy!" He cried, hugging Harry's leg, trying to hide his face in the baggy pants.
"You have a son?" Lucius' heart sank. "Yes, and you're dripping on my floor." He said picking Oliver up and letting the boy cry into his t- shirt. "Dry yourself then come into the kitchen." He called taking out the milk and a sippy cup and a sleeping draught. Harry heated the milk, added a few drops of the sleeping draught and handed the sippy cup to Oliver.
Lucius cast a drying spell on himself and the floor and hung his wet coat on a peg in the hall. 'What are you thinking? He has a child?' Lucius thought. Big hazel eyes watched the blonde man enter the kitchen. "You think you're just going to stay here until I agree to talk." Harry said. Oliver was rubbing his eye and sobbing softly, his arms outstretched to Harry, waiting to be put to bed. "We need to talk." Harry picked the boy up and walked past his guest to Oliver's room on the second floor.
Lucius didn't follow. He walked into the next room and noticed the pictures on the bookshelf.
"That was his father." He noticed the sadness in Harry's eyes at the mention of the child's father.
"He's beautiful, Harry."
"I thought you wanted to talk."
"I did."
"So, then, talk. Or is the great Lucius Malfoy at a loss for words?"
"Why did you run when you realised who I was?" He asked, picking up a snowglobe next to the pictures and shook it, watching the snow float down on the little people inside.
"I don't know. Why are you being so... for lack of a better word, nice, to me? Do you get some kind of sick pleasure out of this?! I mean, you hate me. Everybody knows that." He was trying not to raise his voice, not because he would wake up Oliver, but because he didn't want the neighbours to hear.
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I didn't hate you? Why else would I be at the same club the next day, wondering if you would be there? If I hated you so much, then why did I kiss you?" Harry watched him pacing about thinking that this was a completely different Lucius Malfoy.
"I don't trust you. This is probably all part of some game so you can go bragging to all your former Death Eater buddies that you fucked Harry Potter! I'm right, aren't I?"
"Fuck it." Lucius gave up and strode over to the flustered young man. Harry backed away until he felt the wall against his back. "I hate you." Harry spat as the other man neared. A smirk, then he brushed his lips against Harry's, almost experimentally, before he captured the young man's lips in a heated kiss. Letting go of all his inhibitions, Harry kissed him back, his lips parted and his tongue sought out Lucius'. Arms wrapped around each other, drawing them even closer together.
"I'm not asking you to trust me. All I want is for you to give me a chance." He whispered breathlessly against the other's lips. A wisp of short, blonde hair fell into grey eyes.
"I still hate you." They laughed, fingers intertwined, listening to the soothing sound of the rain on the windows.
"Shouldn't you go check on – "
"Oliver. No need to check on him. A bit of Dreamless Sleep in his milk and he sleeps through the night." He paused.
"You want me to leave?"
"Well...no...yes...I don't know."
"I'll go." He let go of Harry and took his coat from the peg but was stopped by Harry's hand closing over his.
"Stay?" Lucius placed his coat back on the peg and turned to kiss him briefly.
"I thought you hated me?"
"Oh, I do."
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
"Lucius"
Harry was about to close the door in his face but the other man was holding it open. 'If only everyone could see him now. Standing in the rain and looking like a drowned rat.' Harry thought.
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk."
"So I gathered." Another flash of lightning. "Get in here!" He found himself saying to Lucius as he pulled him inside then peered out the door at his neighbours' houses.
"How do you know where I live?" Harry asked, leaning against the wall.
"I have my way of finding these things out."
"You went through my file." Harry closed the front door and walked past the dripping wet man. A loud crack of thunder sent Oliver running through the house to Harry. "Daddy!" He cried, hugging Harry's leg, trying to hide his face in the baggy pants.
"You have a son?" Lucius' heart sank. "Yes, and you're dripping on my floor." He said picking Oliver up and letting the boy cry into his t- shirt. "Dry yourself then come into the kitchen." He called taking out the milk and a sippy cup and a sleeping draught. Harry heated the milk, added a few drops of the sleeping draught and handed the sippy cup to Oliver.
Lucius cast a drying spell on himself and the floor and hung his wet coat on a peg in the hall. 'What are you thinking? He has a child?' Lucius thought. Big hazel eyes watched the blonde man enter the kitchen. "You think you're just going to stay here until I agree to talk." Harry said. Oliver was rubbing his eye and sobbing softly, his arms outstretched to Harry, waiting to be put to bed. "We need to talk." Harry picked the boy up and walked past his guest to Oliver's room on the second floor.
Lucius didn't follow. He walked into the next room and noticed the pictures on the bookshelf.
"That was his father." He noticed the sadness in Harry's eyes at the mention of the child's father.
"He's beautiful, Harry."
"I thought you wanted to talk."
"I did."
"So, then, talk. Or is the great Lucius Malfoy at a loss for words?"
"Why did you run when you realised who I was?" He asked, picking up a snowglobe next to the pictures and shook it, watching the snow float down on the little people inside.
"I don't know. Why are you being so... for lack of a better word, nice, to me? Do you get some kind of sick pleasure out of this?! I mean, you hate me. Everybody knows that." He was trying not to raise his voice, not because he would wake up Oliver, but because he didn't want the neighbours to hear.
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I didn't hate you? Why else would I be at the same club the next day, wondering if you would be there? If I hated you so much, then why did I kiss you?" Harry watched him pacing about thinking that this was a completely different Lucius Malfoy.
"I don't trust you. This is probably all part of some game so you can go bragging to all your former Death Eater buddies that you fucked Harry Potter! I'm right, aren't I?"
"Fuck it." Lucius gave up and strode over to the flustered young man. Harry backed away until he felt the wall against his back. "I hate you." Harry spat as the other man neared. A smirk, then he brushed his lips against Harry's, almost experimentally, before he captured the young man's lips in a heated kiss. Letting go of all his inhibitions, Harry kissed him back, his lips parted and his tongue sought out Lucius'. Arms wrapped around each other, drawing them even closer together.
"I'm not asking you to trust me. All I want is for you to give me a chance." He whispered breathlessly against the other's lips. A wisp of short, blonde hair fell into grey eyes.
"I still hate you." They laughed, fingers intertwined, listening to the soothing sound of the rain on the windows.
"Shouldn't you go check on – "
"Oliver. No need to check on him. A bit of Dreamless Sleep in his milk and he sleeps through the night." He paused.
"You want me to leave?"
"Well...no...yes...I don't know."
"I'll go." He let go of Harry and took his coat from the peg but was stopped by Harry's hand closing over his.
"Stay?" Lucius placed his coat back on the peg and turned to kiss him briefly.
"I thought you hated me?"
"Oh, I do."