CHAPTER ELEVEN

While Lucius showered that night, Harry was in the lavish emerald green décor bedroom and had just changed out of his clothes and into a pair of silk black pyjama bottoms. He was facing away from the door and was just slipping the top on when Lucius came up behind him, touched him on the waist, and pushed himself against Harry.

"I rather like it off." said Lucius' husky voice in Harry's ear.

He squirmed and let Lucius take the pyjama top off and throw it aside, hands ran up his back and lips pressed chaste kisses along his shoulder and neck. Harry swallowed and brought his hand up to touch Lucius, he turned around and cupped his face and drank in what he offered from his mouth. Lucius had been wearing dark silk red with the shirt wide open. Harry's hands took advantage, and dropped from Lucius' face, brushing along the top of the hard built chest and down to his sexy stomach.

Lucius' hands were braced around Harry, holding his thin but toned body securely, as if afraid that he would disappear through his very arms. Harry's body was reacting and the spine tingling affects were shooting through him at a rapid speed that was becoming more bold and monstrous. His tongue begged against Lucius' for more and he refused to allow any air to come between them. Harry was left weak in the knees literally, for when Lucius pulled his lips away and his grip loosened, he had to hold onto his companion to keep from his knees buckling and giving way.

"We better lay down, at this rate, we'll never get to sleep-"

Harry pouted, and ran his hands up Lucius' chest, his eyes were sparkling promiscuously, "Do we have to sleep?"

Lucius smiled and pressed an innocent kiss against Harry's forehead, causing his eyes to flutter close. The man proceeded to kiss his nose, and then along his pouty lips, "Hmm, we don't have too, but I am not taking you tonight. It would not be right to take advantage of you."

Harry whimpered and opened his eyes, his whole body was turning into mush, "But, I want you to take advantage of me. Please, do…" purred Harry, as Lucius reached around and pulled the silk coverlets back.

"I can't do that, I will not do that. You need to know that I want more from you than sex." He pressed kisses along the teen, and ran his fingers up and down his arms causing prickles to form along his sensitive skin.

Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Lucius, his lips brushing against the man's neck. His heart was pumping and he felt his emotions swirl like a colourful vortex of warm red and pink shades. It was an unexplainable feeling of wonderment that was sending his being into overtime.

It took a lot of strength to move from Lucius' arms and slid into the bed, luckily a moment later Lucius was next to him, and Harry resumed his place in the man's arms. "You're spoiling me." whispered Harry, kissing the man repeatedly on the chest.

"Am I? Already?"

"Mhmm." said Harry, a languid smile gracing his features. His legs innocently wrapping around Lucius; he laughed softly and shifted to where he could face him.

His hand glided up and down his bare side, while Harry laid there his cheek pressing in against his arm, staring at Lucius and touching him all over his chest. "Could I ask a sensitive question?" asked Lucius, his hand running up to push the boy's black hair out of the way.

Harry raised his head, and kissed him on the lips, "Ask away."

"Were you ever like this-"

"No." said Harry, before the man could finish. He knew what he was asking. "I was - nothing." He whispered more to himself than Lucius. "There was no - intimacy between us. I never told him anything and he never told me anything. In fact, it was just a feeble existence of a relationship when I come to think about it and Hermione said it best-" He lay back down on his arm, "I wasn't myself, all last year. I was someone that I don't want to become."

Lucius said nothing he only leaned in and wrapped his arm around Harry pulling him closer and kissing his lips in deeply. Harry's legs were locked in with Lucius, and that was how they remained for most of the night, until they fell asleep.

-

Lucius' eyes were the first to snap open the next morning. His whole body felt like he was entangled in a comfortable warm spider web, and he found that he was the prey of a seventeen-year-old affectionate Gryffindor, whose arms and legs were wrapped around most of his body and his head was buried into his chest. The shimmery green drapes lay still blocking out most of the morning light except for a thick strip of about three inches broke through splashed in a diagonal line across the large king sized bed. The only sounds that Lucius could hear were the gentle breathing of Harry's body. He untangled a hand and reached over and grimaced when he stretched himself too far and his muscles quivered and strained. He grabbed his wand and flicked it twice; white smoke floated out and produced the time. It was after nine in the morning.

Unusual for him to wake so late. He sighed and placed his wand under his pillow rather than back over by the stand. He wasn't going to risk another strain. He was trying to come to his senses and understand what had almost happened last night and what was actually happening to him at that very moment. But, he couldn't make sense of it; in fact he hadn't been able to make sense of things for quite a while now.

Ever since, his disaster marriage with Narcissa, he'd not been committed to anyone. There were plenty of times where he had his bed filled with an occupant, mostly consisting of men. But, it had never been something he would push a relationship out of… until now. He'd always figured that one disaster was enough there wasn't a reason to add another disaster in his life. Not to mention, it was practically impossible to find someone who had more on their minds than money, fame, and social status.

Then, all this happened. He caught Harry, or rather Potter at the time sitting at the bar feeding himself alcohol until he could hardly see. He had inquired out of his own amusement about Harry and was even about to taunt him until his whole personality had changed right before him and on that night he met a wizard who had been more lost than a puppy.

Everything changed on that night. The next morning he had found himself apparating onto the muggle street and then walking right up to the Potter's door and asking for Harry to check if he was alright. Everything fell into place after that.

He still couldn't understand. But, he found himself, welcoming the new change in atmosphere. It was time he got everything back together again. It had been far too long.

-

When Harry awoke, a warmth was cast over him and a set of arms were wrapped protectively around his form. As soon as his body came back to coherence, he smiled, when Lucius' scent hit him. He was also aware of his face being buried in a nice hard chest. If waking up every morning consisted of this, he'd love to do it ten times over. He breathed gently and then shifted his head, raising it up to lock eyes with Lucius, who was looking amused.

"Comfortable?"

Harry smiled, "Quite." He whispered kissing him on the chest and laying his head back down. "I don't want to get up-"

Lucius snorted, "Really? It's after nine o' clock, are we going to lay in bed like lumps all day?"

"Can we? It's Sunday…" said Harry, looking up and receiving a kiss for his question.

"Not sure if that would be wise, seeing as Severus and Draco may be randomly showing up through out the morning and afternoon…"

"Oh, right." Harry smiled again, "T'was worth a try, anyway." He lay there a moment and then sniggered, "I have no motivation."

"You need some?" asked Lucius, rolling over until Harry was strategically underneath him.

Harry's body began to react to the fact that he had a strong man on top of him. He found his lips following along with Lucius' in a kiss that was choreographed with passion. His arms wrapped around the man's neck and he indulged himself as much as he could in the taste and scent of his companion. He could feel his heart thumping in all parts of his body and the blood rushing through his veins. When Lucius finally parted, Harry was left breathless and blissful.

"How's that for motivation?"

Harry grinned in a lazy but beautiful way, "You just gave me more motivation for staying in bed." He said quietly.

Lucius laughed, and lowered his head and kissed against Harry's ear; he sniggered at the ticklish contact but then he whimpered with surprise and pleasure, when a mouth pressed in against his collarbone. His eyes rolled and as he moved his head to the side, Lucius' hands ran down his sides and stopped at the middle. Harry felt him come up and kiss his cheek and then ask "How about now-" hissed Lucius hoarsely, and before Harry could respond the man's hands were tickling his sides, causing the teen to start giggling furiously.

Harry squealed and continued to laugh underneath the man, who was grinning playfully. "Oohhh, pleeeassse, L- Luc- ahhh!" Harry jerked and moved as hands dug against his sides sending his whole body into ticklish spasms.

"Motivated?" asked Lucius, moving slightly so that Harry didn't accidentally kick him.

"Y- yessss! Pleassee!" begged Harry, breathing deeply.

Lucius stopped tickling his hands still dangerously against his sides. "I quite enjoyed your begging-"

Harry whimpered, giggled, moaned weakly, "That was mean." He pouted sulkily. He was breathless and his emerald eyes were glassy. His hair was everywhere and his pale face had red blotches.

"But you looked so beautiful-"

Harry turned his face, still sulky, until Lucius laughed and kissed his neck. "Hmm, n- not working." whispered Harry, his hands were clinging to Lucius' shoulders. He was trying to brush off Lucius' gentle butterfly kisses, but then his tongue began to swipe across the right areas of his skin, making him hiss and take in a breath, "N- not- okay its working…" caved Harry, with his fingers coming up to brush through the pale hair, within his reach.

"Good…" Lucius nipped Harry's neck, rose up, and kissed him on the side of the mouth.

Harry pouted, "I'm still gonna pout though."

"I don't doubt that…" said Lucius, sliding off Harry.

Harry grinned, and rolled over onto his side, and watched as Lucius slid out of the bed, not forgetting to take his wand with him. Harry ran his hands up underneath the pillow that Lucius had slept on and drew it closer. The Slytherin turned and arched a crafted eyebrow, "Getting up?"

"Yes." sulked Harry, his face halfway buried in the pillow.

"Right then." He went over to his wardrobe when something clicked from the lounge. "Ah, seems my son has arrived." said Lucius, glancing over at the door.

"Maybe, I ought to stay in here a while."

"No need, I'm sure he'll figure it out." said Lucius, pulling robes out of the wardrobe.

There was a knock at the door, and Harry grabbed the covers instinctively;

"Father?"

"Hold on son." called Lucius, "I'll be out in a few minutes." He was now buttoning the shirt of his robes and tucking it into his trousers.

It went quiet, "Alright."

Harry remained quiet for several moments when he heard a swish from outside, telling him that Draco had went back into the living room. "I don't want to give your son a heart attack." Although, the look on Draco's face would be priceless, Harry didn't say the last bit out loud, as his mind ran away with the prospect.

Lucius smirked, "He'll get over it." He gave Harry a swift kiss on the lips, "Hurry and get dressed, and if it kills me, I'm going to make you two get along…"

Harry raised his head, "I'll be amiable." He insisted, "Don't have to fight with me on that. I am someone's son as well."

Lucius sent him a grateful look before strolling out of the room, leaving Harry to finally roll out of the bed and proceed to get dressed as well.

It took him twenty minutes to dress until he was standing in front of the mirror staring at hisself. He was wearing white jean-like material and while they were snug around his low half they were quite loose in his legs all the way down. The shirt he was wearing was shiny emerald green and button up. When Harry was fully dressed, he buttoned his cuffs and hesitated for a moment before walking out.

He could hear talk from a distance, "It's fine father." said Draco's voice. "Startling, but fine-" he stopped, when Harry walked in. "Whoa-" said the younger Malfoy. "This quickly, father?" Draco was cross between shock, disgruntled, and amusement.

Harry tried not to blush as he stood in the doorway. Lucius looked over his shoulder and smiled lightly, when he saw Harry, "You just said you were fine with it, Draco."

Draco was looking from his father to Harry, trying to come up with words to speak. After a moment, he cleared his throat, "I - I was- but you didn't tell me he - was staying all night…" He was even paler than before. "You could have said something-" He was still staring at Harry, who was biting on his lower lip. They both looked awkward in each other's presence.

"I did not think it was your place to know who sleeps in my bed. I don't inquire who sleeps in yours…" The paleness of Draco's face was replaced by a light twinge of red colour. Lucius nodded and smirked, "That's what I thought. Now, let's have a late breakfast shall we?"

Draco was still staring at Harry, who slid his hands behind his back and casually walked through. "F- fine." He shook his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, and collapsed in a chair by the table, "Merlin, this is going to take some time getting used too." He said in a resigned voice.

Harry was soon sitting between both Malfoys and while he was eating, it remained quiet, except for the casual conversation that Lucius had to actually begin on several occasions. Harry felt bad, for not being able to contribute much to the conversation. It wasn't for the lack of trying, it just seemed everything he brought up, and it ended quickly with a one or two sentence answer.

After an awkward breakfast, Harry excused himself so that he could find Ron and Hermione. He left Lucius' rooms and his office and stepped out onto the hallway of the fourth floor.

He scaled up the staircases toward the Gryffindor Tower, he met Luna on his way, which hugged him and insisted that Ron wasn't in the best of moods. "You might want to be careful around him. He's acting like a two-year-old." she said, offhandedly.

"Since when has that changed?" asked Harry, shaking his head.

Luna smiled vaguely, "Never."

"Exactly."

"I'm going to send a letter to my daddy. I'll see you at lunch?"

"Yes, tell your dad I said hi."

"Will do, Harry." she waved sweetly and headed off around the corner and up another set of spiral staircases.

When he got to the common room, where he spotted Hermione, Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean in the back. Hermione seemed to be set apart from the rest of them, with the Defence book propped up on her knee. Ron and Seamus were playing chess. Neville was going through his Herbology book and Dean was going playing with muggle sports cards.

Harry walked over, Ron looked up, "Wondered when you'd be getting back-" he said, edgily.

"Where've you been?" asked Seamus, curiously.

Dean and Neville looked up simultaneously, while Hermione beamed, "You look good!" she squealed, and then she motioned for him, "Come here! Look, what I found in chapter forty."

"You just had to skip around huh?" asked Harry, evading the questions. He walked around her and squeezed her shoulders. "Try to read something I haven't?"

She giggled, "I was curious! Besides, I've bookmarked my original place."

"Harry!" stressed Seamus, tapping the table. Harry looked up innocently, "Where were you?"

"Nowhere." lied Harry, glancing once at Ron to see him looking a bit annoyed. Hermione summoned a chair from the table behind them, and Harry plopped down next to her and took the book, to read what she found.

"Liar!" accused Dean, "You were somewhere. You didn't come to your dorm all last night."

"Maybe he doesn't want to tell you where he was?" suggested Hermione, haughtily.

Seamus and Dean looked at Harry, who whistled. They then looked to Ron, who shrugged,

"Don't look at me." said Ron quickly.

"Are you seeing someone Harry?" asked Dean.

"We saw the papers."

"Again, he doesn't want to tell you or anyone." snapped Hermione. "Now, let's drop this."

Harry smiled gratefully to her. Seamus, Dean, and Neville were still looking strangely at him. But, he refused to relent.

Harry looked over at Hermione, once everyone was preoccupied again. Ron was more quiet than usual; Seamus, Dean and Neville were doing their own thing.

Hermione arched an eyebrow for she knew he wanted to tell her something. "What? What happened?" she asked, softly.

"Nothing, much." He smiled wistfully, his eyes twinkled. "It's too soon." He whispered, lowly. However, Ron being so close caught what he was saying as well as Dean. "But, do you think it's too soon to be in love?"

Hermione's eyes widen, "Harry!" she gasped in surprise. "Are you serious?"

Harry bit his lip, "I've never really used - that term before." Ron's frown deepened even more, and he shifted with agitation all of a sudden.

"No, you haven't. Are you serious? It's only been a week or two."

"I know, but, it's just so comfortable? Well, except this morning... but that wasn't his fault." murmured Harry, giving Hermione that look.

"Oh! He came in." she said nodding. "I can see that."

"But, I've never felt so relaxed. You wouldn't believe it."

"I saw you last night, Harry. I believe it. I'm not saying, don't think that way, cause you were never one to throw your heart around." she said, sweetly. "When we're alone, you're going to have to tell all.."

Harry chuckled, and lowered his head and rested it against her shoulder, and murmured so that not even Ron could hear, "You wouldn't believe it... how good he feels on top of you..."

Hermione's cheeks flushed and she went up into a fit of giggles, nearly dropping her book. "H- Harry - oh - my - god!!" she squeaked, and started to cough, and shake her head.

Ron was looking over irritation registering fully on his face, while the rest of the Gryffindor's glanced over.

Harry didn't blush for once; he was just grinning and nodding to Hermione, who was trying to gather hold of herself. Ron however didn't ask or prod instead he looked disgruntled or upset. Harry didn't take much notice cause he always looked that way as of lately. He was patting Hermione's back and murmuring random comments in her ear, causing her to laugh and lose more composure.

"Please, save me from this torture!" teased Hermione, hanging her head and glancing over at Harry, her eyes twinkling.

"What do you want me to save you with?" asked Harry.

"Details."

"Later." insisted Harry, with a wink.

Hermione beamed; Harry's eyes were shining brightly with a look that was rarely seen, while Ron looked as if he swallowed a lemon.

-

Harry spent lunch with Ron, Hermione, and Luna outside under a willow tree, but Ron wasn't very talkative nor was he eating like he usually was. He was half listening to the chatter going on. Harry glanced over, while eating the other triangle of his sandwich. "What's wrong, Ron?"

"What are you doing?" asked Ron, in horror.

"I'm eating a turkey sandwich, with cheese, and ranch salad cream, like I always do." said Harry, swallowing his sandwich. Harry thought Ron got over his strange obsession with ranch in the first year.

"No! I mean, what the hell are you doing falling for a Malfoy! I thought this was temporary, but you go and tell Hermione, you think you love him? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Ron's face had flushed a magnificent colour of magenta.

Harry blinked, "I thought we'd gone through this, Ron? I told you it wasn't temporary."

"Ron, don't start." snipped Hermione.

"No, I will start. Harry, you're my best friend and I'm trying to look out for you but I can't when you go off with - a Slytherin!"

Harry sighed and put his sandwich down and closed his eyes briefly before reopening them and looking firmly at Ron, "For one moment, would you please forget that he's a Slytherin. I know you don't like him, I know you don't like his name or anything about him. I have never once asked you for anything Ron and I'm not asking for you to go up and shake hands and be friendly or even civil. All I am asking is to allow me to have my relationship without cutting me down every time I talk about it. I really, really like him, this is much different than when it was with Davies, who by the way is nothing but a cheating arsehole, who used me and made a fucking fool of me." Harry was trying very hard to get his best friend to understand, but it seemed to be going in one ear and out the other. "Please, just be supportive?"

"It's Mal-"

"I know, I know, you said it a thousand times. But, it's my relationship, Ron. I have to live with the decisions I make every day, not you. I know you think you're doing this for my own good, but you only know the name. You don't know him."

Ron shook his head, "You're nutters, Harry and you're nutters Hermione for even supporting him on this." He scowled, "Couldn't - you - just choose anyone else?"

"No, I don't want anyone else." said Harry firmly. "I want him."

Instead of Hermione backing Harry up, it was Luna, who had broken through her silence, "Ron? Why don't you let him decide it on his own. He can't get hurt anymore than what has already happened with his past relationship." Her voice was a lot more intelligent than people would expect of Luna LoveGood. "If he is wrong then he will suffer the consequences and if he is right than you have nothing to complain about. I am sure Harry has thought of the advantages and disadvantages before jumping into a relationship."

Ron gaped at her, and looked to Harry, "But - this is not right. So, not right… a Malf- I have been taught from birth to stay away from them."

"Well, I haven't Ron." said Harry firmly. "I have been taught not to be biased against someone because of their names. My godfather, Sirius is a perfect example of that. You wanna know something strange about my godfather? The one who you get along so well with? Guess who his cousin is?"

Ron blinked, "Wha-?"

"Narcissa Black Malfoy, you know who that is don't you?" challenged Harry. "What about Bellatrix Lestrange? Remember what I told you about her?"

"Wha-?" Ron looked confused, "About Nev-"

"I did leave out the small detail that she was also a Black." Ron's cheeks were flushing by the moment. "You see Ron? You can't judge a book by looking at its cover. If you do, you wind up wrong most of the time."

Harry's best friend said nothing; he crossed his arms over his chest, and looked away.

Hermione sighed, and leaned up, "I am happy for Harry because he's finally happy. I would be the same for you Ron, if you had been so tore up over a broken relationship and then you find someone that you were almost positive about, no matter who it was."

"Whatever just drop it." said Ron, distantly. "Sorry, I brought it up."

Harry sighed, "I wish people would stop questioning me at every turn. It is enough to drive me crazy." said Harry, unable to finish the rest of his sandwich. He gave it to Luna who began to feed it to the birds.

"I'm not sure if the bluebirds like ranch with their bread - Harry." she said, dazedly tossing a piece into the grass.

"I'll see you guy's later." said Harry, patting Hermione and Luna on the head and stalking off back to the castle. He had to get away.

Harry stopped off at the nearest bathroom, he splashed warm water over his face, his eyes was closed and he was trying to get back into the good mood he had been in before Ron began with his outburst.

He was hardly aware of another occupant entering the room, until that someone handed him a towel. "I heard everything." Harry froze and swallowed, he open his eyes blearily to see the towel in front of him and Draco's reflection in the mirror. "You were serious." whispered Draco. "You are serious about this-" He then corrected.

Harry took the offered towel and wiped his face, he didn't say anything. He was beginning to tremble feverishly. "I didn't know if you were or not so I - followed you around." said Draco quietly. "I wanted to know this wasn't some silly joke, cooked up by a group of Gryffindors.

"I'd never do that." said Harry, firmly. "Not even to my worst enemy."

"I know that now." said Draco, sincerely. "I'm learning everything about you all over again. I see why my father is falling for you. You're for real."

Harry dropped the towel onto the sink and folded it, his eyes cast down onto it. He didn't say a word; he didn't know exactly what to say. "Has it been like this all summer?" asked Draco, after a moment's pause. "No one backing you up or even being on your side?"

Harry raised his head and nodded, "Pretty much." His voice was soft, and it was distant. "Well, except for Remus, he's been a humongous support. Hermione would be had she been with me this summer and mum has, but dad-" He trailed off and shook his head, "That's been a nightmare from the beginning and now here I go with Ron, the same exact circles that I'm doing with dad. I can't tell you how many times I seem to have repeated myself."

Draco leaned against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest, "Think we can start over again?"

Harry laughed, "Start over?" He looked over at the blond, "What do you mean?"

Draco smirked, "I mean, you and I get to know each other for who we are and not our bloody houses? I have a feeling we're going to be around each other a lot and we shouldn't be so uncomfortable in one another's presence. I admit most of it has been my fault, I apologise. I started in on you before I knew you."

"Same here," said Harry, "I allowed other people's words to sink in and I realise that's a mistake." He rolled his eyes for affect, "Big mistake."

Draco smiled, "Well, then…" he held out his hand.

Harry laughed, and took his hand; at that moment Hermione came running through the boy's bathroom.

"Harrryyy!" she stopped when she saw Harry and Draco standing there shaking hands. "Ooh! Draco." said Hermione, stopping abruptly. She flushed realising he caught her going into a boy's bathroom.

"Gran- Hermione." said Draco, his eyes falling upon her.

Hermione smiled hesitantly, at him before turning to Harry, "Are you alright? Stupid, Ron I am so sorry-"

Harry smiled and looped his arm around her waist, "Don't apologise because of him. You need to stop doing that, it's not your fault he acts like an arse."

She hugged him, "Ooh, I want to wring his neck!" said Hermione twisting her hands, "Stupid, stubborn, prat that he is."

Draco watched the interaction between the two and couldn't help but laugh, causing Hermione to look over and flush again, as Harry smirked, "Oh, Draco, meet Hermione my best friend."

The Slytherin snorted and bowed his head and held out his hand to her, "Hello Hermione, I'm Draco."

Hermione stared at him blankly for a moment before giving him her smaller hand, "Hi Draco, Hermione Granger."

"Right," He smirked, and then shook his head, "I still find this all weird just so you know."

Harry grinned widely, "I'd find you weird if you didn't find it weird."

"I think we're all just a little bit weird." chirruped Hermione, looking around the boy's bathroom. "Anyone in here by the way?" She asked as an afterthought, turning to Harry and Draco, who began laughing at the same time.