Come the Maëlstrom
Interlude – Part Two
The snow was falling much more thickly there. In fact, it looked as if it was well on its way to becoming a blizzard. Harry was sitting by the window, perusing the large breakfast prepared by the house elves. Lucius was still fast asleep in the bedroom.
They had just planned to pick somewhere at random, but the Lucius had suggested that they head to Canada first. Harry did have property to look at there and Lucius had a place in Ottawa. Though the place Harry had to look at was in Vancouver, so he didn't quite see how Ottawa was all that close. Not that Harry had really minded; he wasn't in a big rush to get everything done with.
When they had arrived last night, they'd been greeted by a small army of house elves who were pleased that they had someone to cater to once again. After a quick tour of the house, they had spent the rest of the evening in front of the fire talking. They'd been in Ottawa for almost a week and weren't inclined to hurry along.
"You're up rather early," Lucius' voice sounded.
Harry turned to see Lucius standing in the doorway, wearing a dark grey robe. "I was hungry. Plus I wanted to read the newspaper."
Lucius chuckled as he sauntered over and took a seat at the small breakfast table. "Are they still driving themselves mad?"
Harry put down his toast, snapped out the Daily Prophet to the society pages and cleared his throat. "Speculation that the Boy-Who-Slayed-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named… sheesh, where do they come up with these stupid names? Anyway, Speculation that the Boy-Who-Slayed-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is indeed having a tryst with wizarding aristocrat Lucius Malfoy is at an all time high. Conflicting reports and no confirmation from both parties leaves nothing confirmed or denied." He closed it and placed it back on top of the other paper.
"How lovely," Lucius mused dryly as he took a pancake.
"Wait, it gets better. I've got a copy of this week's Witch Weekly." Harry snickered.
He grabbed the rolled Witch Weekly and unfurled it. There on the cover was a large photo of him and Lucius from when they had brunch at Mercutio's. Right above was the large text of, "Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy – An Item for longer than thought!"
"This one is the best. She managed to get a hold of Seamus and tried to wrangle something out of him. He closed up like a clam." Harry grinned. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that Skeeter just changed her name and her appearance."
"You don't know how likely that really is," Lucius replied as he put some blueberries on his plate. "Should the weather clear up is there anything you want to do today?"
"I thought it might be nice to give skating a try. Apparently you can skate on the…" he paused and reached for yet another newspaper, riffling through it quickly. "Rideau Canal. Or we can see the Christmas lights."
Lucius didn't say anything for a moment before he spoke softly. "…Ou nous pouvons retourner a le lit 1."
Harry gawked at Lucius before he managed to swallow. "Say that again."
A slow smirk came to Lucius' face as he said it again. All Harry could focus on was his voice and the way the words just rolled off them and wrapped around him. He could already feel his skin tingling in anticipation.
"I have no clue what you said, but whatever it is, I completely agree." Harry finally replied a moment later, immensely glad he hadn't bothered to change out of his pyjamas.
Lucius rose from his seat, ignoring his untouched breakfast, and coming over to Harry's seat, pulling him out gently towards the bedroom.
"Je te veux embrasser dans mes bras et ne pas rien de lâcher," Lucius whispered as he leaned in to nuzzle Harry's neck. "Tu as mon coeur dans tes main.2"
"Or we can just stay in today." Harry replied a bit breathlessly.
He kicked the door shut with his foot, breakfast and newspapers completely forgotten.
1 Ou nous pouvons retourner a le lit. - Or we can go back to bed.
2 Je te veux embrasser dans mes bras et ne pas rien de lâcher. Tu as mon coeur dans tes main. - I want to hold you in my arms and never let go. You have my heart in your hands.
Author's notes will be posted on my website and explain just why Lucius said something like this.