Summary: Lucius Malfoy, CEO for Deschutes Enterprises. Harry Potter, upstart at Aurora International. Two people destined for greatness, and each other. But at what price? SLASH of the Lucius/Harry variety and a blatant AU.
CHAPTER TWO: TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A CROWD
Rushing past the door man with nary a nod, Lucius led his lovely companion swiftly to his penthouse suite on the very top floor. The elevator ride up was torturously long, though the two managed to make it without necking like pubescent teenage boys. Barely.
When they reached the top floor with a small ding to signal their arrival, Lucius and Harry were just about ready to jump each other then and there and shag on the runner in the hallway. Once again, they curbed their more primitive desires as Lucius hastily retrieved his set of keys from inside his coat pocket. It was a moment fumbling with the lock before the door finally opened with a click and the two pushed their way inside. Harry took a brief second to admire the extravagantly, though tastefully, decorated loft. It was done up in a lavish contemporary style, with a simple, clean design and sleek leather furniture that had obviously cost a pretty penny. He didn't get much of a chance to glance around, though, before he was ravished by the beautiful blonde who had brought him up.
Lucius locked him in a hungry kiss as he closed the door behind him with a swift, blind kick. They continued their lip lock for a few more minutes before a sudden noise managed to break Harry's concentration. Peeling Lucius off of his neck, he looked him quite seriously in the eye.
"Did you hear that? Is there someone else here?" Harry questioned anxiously, nervously glancing towards the direction where he had heard the sound, coming presumably from the bathroom. He could have sworn he'd heard someone drop something accompanied by a loud curse, though Lucius seemed not to have heard a thing. Of course, that could have been attributed to the fact that he was a little bit...preoccupied at the moment.
"I'm sure it's nothing," Lucius replied automatically, returning to his ministrations without concern. He had an excellent security system; it would be near impossible for anyone to have snuck in.
Harry wasn't so easily put off, however. Pushing Lucius a back a step, he continued to gaze worriedly down the hall. "I swear I heard something..." he continued to press, glancing warily up at Lucius, who looked somewhat frustrated in the hiatus to their activities. "Could you please just check it out?" Harry asked sincerely, gazing intently into Lucius's eyes. It was apparent that he would not back down on this point and that if Lucius didn't check out 'the noise,' their earlier activities may not resume. Lucius resigned himself to his fate.
Trudging in a very unMalfoyish manner down the hallway of his flat, he stepped before the bathroom door before turning back towards Harry and lifting a brow as if to ask, 'Is this where you were referring to?' Upon receiving a nod from the brunette, Lucius grabbed the silver handle of the door and jerked it open. An exclamation of surprise and shock was let out. One that was not uttered by Lucius.
A voice drifted from the bathroom, one that Harry didn't recognize. "Father! What on earth are you doing here?" Lucius's son? Harry hadn't even known he had one, though he supposed it made sense. His fears of burglars or--dare he even think it--ghosts, put aside, Harry crept up to stand behind Lucius just as he was replying.
"I could ask you the same thing, Draco," the father replied, glaring with frustration at his also blonde haired heir for the untimely interruption. Harry noticed that the boy didn't look much younger than him, if at all, which was a somewhat awkward thought.
"Well..." Draco began to answer his father's question before suddenly taking note of Harry's presence. "Who are you?" he changed tactics, staring at Harry suspiciously.
Harry felt somewhat ill at ease under the intense silver eyed scrutiny, and shifted his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot as he gazed back. He was about to answer what the blonde boy had rather rudely asked, but Lucius managed to beat him to it.
"Draco, this is Harry. Harry, this is my son Draco," he introduced without passion before turning his attention back to his son. "You haven't answered by question. And don't even think about changing the subject again. What are you doing here?" The man's voice was rather cold and harsh, though there was an undertone of concern just barely audible in the words.
"I'm on break, remember?" Draco answered evasively, turning to head back into the bathroom and absently combing his fingers through his hair.
"We're not done yet," Lucius informed him, stopping Draco in his tracks. Harry felt as if he was intruding, though he didn't want to draw any more attention to himself by moving away now. "I thought you were going to Greece with...what's her name...Stella?"
"I was...we broke up, though..." Draco explained, head drooping as he did so. The break up had obviously been rather hard on him. Lucius's eyes softened as he took in his son's depressed stance.
"You are, of course, welcome to stay," he told Draco calmly before turning back to glance at Harry, as if uncertain what to do with him in the current circumstances. He looked back at his son once more before letting out a sigh and coming to a conclusion. "Harry, you are welcome to stay too; it's late. There is a guestroom down the hall that you can sleep in," he announced decisively, though with no little amount of disappointment.
Harry seemed surprised by the sudden offer. "I can just grab a taxi..." he feebly argued before giving in to Lucius's request upon seeing the look that he gave him. "Alright...thanks." He felt awkward staying the night at this man's house, though that of course had been what he had had in mind all along, but it was...different now. It wasn't exactly logical, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable allowing this relative stranger to take him into his home. But...what the hell, right? It's not like he had anywhere better to go.
He followed sedately as Lucius led him down the hallway to room at the end, decorated in blues and silvers. It had a queen sized bed in it that looked quite comfortable and was done up just as nicely as the rest of the apartment. Harry had expected nothing less.
Sighing and rubbing his forehead briskly, as if to ward off an oncoming headache, Lucius muttered something about grabbing a toothbrush and a pair of pajama pants for his guest before rushing back out of the room in purposeful strides. Feeling out of place and not knowing what to do, Harry merely sat down on the bed and examined the room.
There was a lovely, antique looking armoire gracing one side of the room with a lovely, mahogany desk on the opposite wall. The old world feel, though beautiful and rather cozy, seemed not to go with the feel of the rest of the house, though Harry found it quite to his liking. He especially liked the velvety curtains, drawn at the moment, which hung down to the floor and pooled at the bottom. They were elegant, though not over the top.
Lying down and resting his head on one of the many over stuffed feather pillows, Harry let his eyelids shut, realizing for the first time that night just how tired he was. He had been up at four that morning, after all. Without realizing it, he feel asleep, not even able to stay awake long enough for Lucius to return with his things.
Author's Note: Yay! Draco is in this chapter! Things will be getting...complicated from this point on, just to warn you. Thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter one and I hope you all were satisfied with this chapter. I know the chapters aren't very long, but if I made them any longer it would take me a really long time to update, longer than usual. Speaking of updates, I don't know when I'll be able to post chapter three, although I do have a few ideas for it and am excited to get started.