CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The sky was dark and beautiful with speckles of white stars dotting the world. The moon hanging up ahead was almost full and it was glistening and twirling in all her glory. Harry was standing in Lucius room with the drapes thrown wide open along with the window, allowing the cool breeze to rush over him and through the thin material of his pyjamas. It had been a really long night, a lot had gone into it but in the end, almost everything came out.

He forgave his father and the only thing he had left to do was forgive Ron. He would do that tomorrow. He was too tired tonight. He felt a brush behind him and smiled when Lucius' hands touched his shoulders comfortingly. They ran up and down his arms. Harry leaned up from the sill of the window and into his companion.

"I've missed you smiling." said Lucius, softly. "It's nice to see it again."

Harry took his eyes from the glorious scene outside and placed them on an even more beautiful sight. "Thank you, for not leaving me alone."

Lucius brushed his hair away, and granted him a gentle kiss along his neck, cheek, and then along his lips. "I never thought twice of it." His arms moved from Harry's shoulders and locked firmly around his thin body, holding him close. "Did you mean what you said earlier?"

Harry smiled and ran his hand along Lucius' hands that were clasped around his waist. He brought one up to his lips and kissed each finger affectionately, "I meant every word."

Lucius extracted his hand and gathered Harry's hair and pulled it to the side; the teen sighed when more supple kisses grazed against his exposed neck. He closed his eyes to the night and released a soft sigh as Lucius' mouth opened and his kisses became wet and deeper until his pale skin had turned a light shade of red.

Harry shifted to face Lucius his mouth pleading for a taste of him.

His hands ran up Lucius' chest and elegantly unclasped the top of the cloak causing it to fall to the ground; his ran his fingers through the man's long hair. He whimpered as he felt Lucius' arms tightening around his body and his mouth taking over and forcing his tongue and mouth to follow along. Entangled and air tight, he was half aware of Lucius lifting him until he could only wrap his legs around the man's waist. Harry whimpered when a hand ran up his spine and gripped his neck with undulating passion.

Feeling safe in Lucius' arms, Harry released his grip around his lover's neck and rubbed his shoulders and toward the buttons on Lucius' shirt. He nimbly flicked each one, his body pleading with him to touch bare skin. The excitement throttled him when his fingers met flesh. His lips were being tortured desirously and his whole frame was reacting causing his hips to push against Lucius. Harry's fingers stopped halfway through the unbuttoning and touched the chest before him with a yearning want. His breathing had become so laboured and his body had turned so red-hot from the blood rush that the teen's mind was buzzing over with incoherent thoughts of bliss and being held.

He didn't want to be let go.

Harry was gently laid down upon the bed, and he pulled Lucius down with him, his hands eagerly roaming all over, while his breath was continually taken and the air tight kissing became more dramatic. Harry felt Lucius' moved just enough so that he had room to remove his shirt. The teen dazedly complied, raising his back and whimpering when the hydrating kiss was taken away from his thirsty lips. Lucius made quick work, curling his fingers around the shirt and pulling it up and over Harry's head, his mouth then resumed their rightful place.

Harry sighed quietly with contentment. He felt as if this was where he belonged. At this moment in time, he wanted to be nowhere but in the arms of Lucius.

Harry moaned when Lucius' hands ran down and began to stroke the outside of his erection while his mouth continued to consume him in the most provocative of ways. His head began to swim, as gentle purring escaped his swollen lips as they were released. Lucius began to kiss his neck and flick his tongue across his collarbone. The only thing Harry could do was lay back on the pillow and lolls his head to the side, while his fingers touched Lucius anywhere and everywhere it could reach. His heart and soul was burning just as hot as his hormones. He tried not to shake as Lucius' stroking became more and more teasing until the man stopped with the hand movements and raised up to where he were eye level with Harry, whose eyes locked with his.

"What do you want Harry?" asked Lucius' silky voice.

The teen shivered, and brought himself up, one arm holding him up while his free hand touched Lucius on the face and as he kissed the man once, it moved down finger's grazing caressingly against the man's neck, causing inevitable goosebumps to spread itself, and a glitter to flash through Lucius' eyes. He kissed the man once, "I want you." His fingers were making their descent down his chest and then fingered the black belt licentiously, "I don't just want you, Lucius. I need you." His jade green eyes had a yearning fire in them that was rarely ever seen.

Lucius said nothing and attacked Harry's lips with a kiss that held an undying power. His tongue lashed through the teen's mouth searching needlessly and finding exactly what it wanted.

Harry's fingers toyed with Lucius' belt, his index finger and middle finger slipped the between the leather and extracted it from the silver buckle. His movements caused Lucius to kiss him harder, and curl his own fingers around the Gryffindor's trousers and tug, until they slipped down.

The tasting, touching, and the feeling of their bodies pressed in against one another sent Harry's mind and body into a pulsating adrenaline rush. Lucius tasted and felt so incredible, and the eloquent touches from the older wizard caused Harry's breath to bunch up in his throat until he was practically strangled by pleasure. When his body was taken over in the right way and handed over the control through the most personal and intimate way, there was no way to explain to Harry's heart the breathtaking sensation that coursed through his entire being. He was touched and loved in ways, he didn't think would ever happen, with every kiss and press against his flesh felt like a brand new experience.

An experience he never wanted to end.

The sunlight snuck between the emerald drapes and began to dance cordially all across the large bed that had two entwined occupants laying still; one was stirring, while the other remained asleep.

A conundrum of thoughts pressed upon him momentarily, Lucius opened his eyes and body out of the refreshing slumber he had been in. He lay there for several long seconds; he was on his side, wearing nothing but boxers and several silky coverlets over his entire frame, and in the groove of his body was a sleeping Gryffindor teenager. This particular teenager had decided it would be in his best interest to make a man who had been single for the longest of time wrap around his very nimble and beautiful fingers. The boy's sexy backside was pressed into him and between his knees was a set of legs with feet curled around his own.

Bloody hell, Lucius wondered how they slept so comfortably in this odd position. His arms were draped over the waist of the raven-haired occupant who had stolen his heart right out from under his nose. At this perception, he shifted and pressed his chest against Harry's back, his right arm moving upwards and brushing the dark locks out of the way so that he could see the beautiful face hidden beneath.

There was absolutely no way of denying it. Harry was beautiful, even when Lucius had quite a bit of animosity toward him, he had always considered Harry Potter a beautiful being to behold. For the first few years it wasn't a sexual thought or anything close. It was more of an offhanded observation until the teen grew to about fifteen and it became a little more legal to allow his thoughts to believe otherwise. Well, not exactly legal, but much less controversial than they would have been had he been any younger.

The paleness suited him; he did not look sickly pale like some did. He was more of a glowing, blemish free, porcelain white. He had long black lashes and soft pink lips. His cheeks bones were soft yet they were higher than normal. His eyes; however was probably what topped the look. With the eyes of emerald staring at you from underneath long black hair, it was something akin to an ethereal being.

Lucius watched unable to look away as Harry's lashes flicked upwards and revealed the deep orbs. He licked his lips, and smiled when he turned his head.

"Good morning, love." said Lucius, brushing his thumb along Harry's smooth cheek.

The smile never wavered, as he hummed and shifted from his side to his other side to face his companion. He unconsciously winced as a bout of pain surged through his arse when his back side pressed into the mattress. He brought his hand around and ran it across Lucius' chest then down and across the groove in his side. "Morning." Harry propped his elbow up onto the pillow and kissed him languidly on the lips.

Lucius smiled and ran his fingers up and down Harry's side and then downward toward his arse. The teen laughed, his eyes glittering. "My arse is hurting."

"Is it?" asked Lucius, his hands slipped down the back of Harry's boxers. He smirked, as Harry gasped and pushed closer to him, a lazy smile on his face. "I can make it feel better."

"You do - until afterwards." teased Harry, pressing kisses against his lips and chin. "But if you keep on a rubbing..." His grin turning impish, "It's gonna be your entire fault."

"Really?" said Lucius slowly, "Well, I'm a man who owns up to his faults..." With his hand rubbing against the softness of Harry's arse, it slipped over to the middle and he ran a finger teasingly up and down.

This made Harry whimper and run his fingers down the man's chest to the silkiness of the boxers, until he found the opening to flesh. Lucius growled when Harry grasped against him; he kissed the invading Gryffindor harshly, nibbling lasciviously against his bottom lip while his fingers slipped further into the boy.

Harry's body flamed and he found his head was swimming as he pushed himself closer to the Slytherin and his strokes became more vigorous as the pleasure seeped through him.

Before Harry had time to even register the bliss that washed across him, Lucius had both hands pulling against the fabric of the only restrictive clothing on him. They were soon down and his lower half was pressed in against Lucius, making the teen jerk and open his mouth and an oh noise escaped him. He eagerly pulled Lucius free from his boxers, his hormones ruled out the threatening pain in the lower half of his body as Lucius took him again.

When Harry finally managed to remove himself from bed, he only had forty five minutes to get ready for classes. But, the problem with hurrying was the fact that he had to move without falling on his arse which was even more on fire than it had been fifteen minutes ago. Lucius' arm wrapped around the teen's waist.

"Can you walk?"

"I think so..." said Harry, looking up innocently at Lucius.

"Are you sure? You nearly fell on your arse..." He said, brushing the boy's hair out of his face.

"Heh." He said, extracting himself only to stumble.

"Here, sit down, I'll get your clothes." He helped Harry sink down onto the bed. The teen winced, as his arse burned.

"Know where my bag is?" asked Harry curiously, as Lucius headed over to his wardrobe. "Bag?" asked Lucius.

"Yeah, where my clothes are."

"They're not there any longer. I hope you didn't mind, I added them to the wardrobe last night after you fell asleep."

Harry smiled, "I don't mind."

"No need for them to wrinkle." he said, pulling out the Gryffindor robes. "Where's your prefect badge?" he then asked.

"Er-" Harry looked over, "I - uhm - I think it's in my bookbag." He said, slowly. "Not entirely sure, but I do know its bent all out of shape."

Lucius arched an eyebrow and handed him his robes. The teen made haste in changing into them. He whinged and blinked every so often. He glanced insouciantly around and grinned when he saw Lucius pulling his robes on. He had the trousers and was buttoning them; he had yet to add the shirt. It was a very nice combination; trousers and no shirt. Harry lowered his eyes and summoned his black dragon hide boots into his hands and quickly slipped them on and zipping them.

Harry slid off the bed and tried to walk again and grimaced but he didn't fall over. He adjusted the robes to where they weren't wrinkled or ruffled and then headed to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Lucius came in not even five minutes, "We have to be quick about this. We have but twenty minutes." He told Harry who was brushing his teeth at that moment.

Harry nodded and pointed to the hair brush that was lying in a basket in the corner. Lucius grabbed it but instead of handing it to him, he gathered the teen's hair and began to brush it for him. Harry laughed under the toothbrush; Lucius smirked, "Down?"

Harry nodded once in answer, and spat out the toothpaste and then picked up the mouthwash. Finally, ten minutes later, Harry was in the living room and packing his bag of his homework. Lucius came bustling through, his hair pulled back low. He was sifting through his pockets for something as he went over to a small desk that had a stack of papers on top.

"What the bloody hell did I do with it?"

"What's that?" asked Harry, picking up an apple turnover on the table.

"Student Planner."

"Accio?" suggested Harry.

Lucius snorted, "You can't. All student planners have an anti-summoning charm on them."

"Ah," said Harry, grinning as he glanced around the room.

"Them damn Weasley twins fault."

Harry laughed out loud when Lucius said this and casually walked over to the couch and slipped his hand between the cushions and smirked when he pulled out a slightly bent planner. "This it?"

Lucius looked up; he'd been looking under the table. "Where'd you find that?" He asked, taking it and granting Harry a kiss.

He laughed, "Between the sofa cushions."

"I never would have found it. I don't' place my planner between cushions." he said, dryly.

"My fault." said Harry, sheepishly. "I took it from you last night and placed it aside, must have slid down."

Lucius smirked and curled his arms around Harry, "For finding it so quickly, I'm sure I can forgive you."

"Aye! You better. I didn't hear you complaining last night."

"Kind of hard with your tongue down my throat." teased Lucius, nibbling against Harry's bottom lip.

"Well, then correction, I didn't feel you complaining."

Lucius laughed, "You have me there. We have to go."

"I know." He glanced over at the clock on the wall and then kissed Lucius once more.

When he left Lucius' side he found Hermione waiting on him, "There you are." she squealed in near panic as she grabbed his hand, and they made quick of feet toward their class.

"Sorry," said Harry delayed. "I had a few - er- technical difficulties this morning."

Hermione blinked and glanced over her shoulder, "Oh? Care to explain?" she asked, as they made it to the Transfiguration classroom.

"In a minute, first, there's something I have to do." he said, slowing down and entering the classroom where most of the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws were already seated. Professor McGonagall hadn't entered yet.

He saw Ron sitting by himself and staring down at the table. Harry walked over and placed his hands on Ron's shoulders, causing the teen to jump and look up wide eyed at Harry. He ignored the on-lookers and smiled at Ron, before sliding his arms down and around his best friend's neck until his chin was against Ron's shoulder.

Ron found himself smiling, "I'm sorry."

Harry squeezed him gently, like he had his father the night before, "I know you are. Let's forget this happened, okay?"

Ron tilted his head and pressed it against Harry, "Yeah, we can forget it happened. I've missed you too much." whispered the teenager

"Same here, Ron." murmured Harry, making sure no one but Hermione could hear, who was sitting there trying not to cry.

"I should be happy for you, not an arse you can't depend on."

Harry smiled, "Well, I know you were doing what you thought was right."

"I dunno." admitted Ron, looking far off. "I think it was both. I was being selfish while also being concerned."

"Aren't we all?"

"You're not." said Ron. "That's what makes what I did so much worse. I never expected the outcome to - have turned out like that."

"It turned out fine in the end. Dad and I are just fine and now, I need for you and I to be fine."

"Of course we are." said Ron, softly. "I hate not having my best friend with me."

Harry smiled and squeezed him a bit too tightly, causing him to laugh, "Ulgh, strangle me."

"Not much." teased Harry innocently, as he kissed his best friend's cheek and then slid between him and Hermione.

Hermione scowled and glared at Ron, "You - stupid - git!"

Harry laughed and lowered his head, as Ron blinked, "I know that, already Hermione." He said, and ducked his head just before her hand could come up and slap the back of it. He stuck out his tongue and that caused Hermione to try again and she was much more successful this time around.

Ron growled at her, and was about to say something when Professor McGonagall bustled through the room. Hermione stuck up her nose, and Harry couldn't stop the snigger, as he leaned over to Ron and pressed his head against his gingery haired friend's shoulder. "Poor Ron, getting beat up again."

"Apparently." Murmured Ron, who couldn't help but smile when he saw that Harry was back to his old self.

The next couple of weeks went by splendidly for Harry. He had everything he needed and more of what he wanted. His days at Hogwarts had gone so well that Harry was afraid that something horrible would happen. He was constantly casting glances over his shoulder, wondering when his world would topple upside down again.

Quidditch season was in full swing and Harry was working everyone's butt off out on the field when he was not doing homework or spending time with Lucius. Harry had finally broken down and put McLaggan on the team as a beater. But, Harry's patience and easy going temper was being tried.

It was one afternoon, when Harry rounded the team together; Hermione was sitting with Luna in the stands doing her homework, while occasionally watching her boys practice in the air.

Harry was zipping across on his Firebolt, at the moment he was battling against Ginny, who was really a Chaser, but Harry needed some sort of challenge for the snitch, and boy was she. "Play dirty." He had told her.

Dirty, was an understatement. She gave him everything she had, until Harry was left panting and exhausted.

The fourth year chaser, which Harry had picked to play the team, was still having trouble with bludgers. Her flying skills were amazing; she looked as though she was eleven years old and her name was Mary Molotivia. She was cute with blue eyes and long chestnut brown hair that was usually tied up in a ponytail. She was somewhat of a tomboy.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw McLaggan yelling at her, and practically pointing his finger in the little girls face. She glowered at him and snapped something back until he said something else causing her face to go red and her head to go down.

"Hey! McLaggan, leave her the fuck alone." Growled Harry, flying over and intercepting them.

McLaggan growled, "She's going to ruin it for us!"

"No she's not, she's a damn good flyer and a team player." argued Harry.

"That's not going to do a damn thing if she's fucking frightened of bludgers! The Slytherin's will see that instantly and pelt her till she's' on the ground."

"Well, it's your job to keep the bludgers away, not to come over here criticizing her, when she's done nothing but work her butt off. She's getting loads better and I would appreciate you keep your mouth to yourself." snapped Harry icily. "You will in no way say anything to her unless it's a yes, no, please, or thank you very much Mary."

McLaggan's teeth gritted together, "You are so fucking stupid Potter, you realise that she's going to cost us the game."

"We're not playing a fucking game for two more weeks, I am sure by then Mary will be fine and you will have nothing to worry about. I'm not having this conversation with you any longer." Harry's eyes narrowed and his right hand unconsciously fingered his wand, "Leave her alone or get off the fucking field."

McLaggan's eyes could not match the narrowed coldness from Harry's but it was close, for he snapped his eyes to Mary, who shrank back, with her eyes to Harry shoulder. "Fine." He finally said, barely audible. He turned his nimbus and shot back toward the field, leaving Harry watching, before he turned to Mary.

"Are you alright? What did he say?"

"N- nothing, Harry. I'm fine. He's just being a jerk."

"No, Mary, I saw your face. He said something bad to you, please?" His eyes softened, on the little girl, who swallowed.

She looked down at her broom, "H- He said, th- that he was - uhm- nevermind," she whispered, more to herself, "Harry, please, can we just forget this?" She was flushed like a candy apple with embarrassment.

"Was it bad?"

She shrugged, "He was just being a jerk. I doubt he meant it."

Harry glanced over at McLaggan who was now hovering by the middle of the Quidditch loop. He then looked back at Mary, before nodding, "Sure. But, Mary?" She looked up at him, "If he ever says anything to you, don't hesitate to come and tell me. Please?"

She smiled, "I will, Harry. I'm sorry about bludgers."

He gave her a warm smile, "No, don't be. Everyone's got a flaw; at least you recognise it and you can correct it giving the time. Just keep flying like you do and you'll get used to it."

She smiled truly at that, "Thanks Harry, praise from you is very high. I'm not bothered by his criticisms." she said, earnestly.

"Good, cause you shouldn't be." He said firmly. "I chose him as a last resort." He murmured to her before winking and flying back toward Ron.

Harry couldn't stop thinking about Mary and McLaggan, through the rest of the practice. When it was finally over, Harry met the ground and slipped off his broom. Ron coming up next to him. McLaggan had already taken off and Mary was walking with Ginny off the field. Hermione and Luna came running over with their books in their arms.

"Hey, Harry is everything alright?" asked Hermione with concern.

Katie came over, "What happened in the sky?"

"McLaggan." murmured Harry, "He threatened Mary or something. She wouldn't say, but I'm almost convinced on replacing him with a dunderhead who hits himself."

The seventh year Chaser grimaced, "Was it that bad? I'd really hate to replace him over something so small? I mean, we could really use his arm-"

"But not his mouth." said Harry, scratching his sweaty head. His hair was pulled in a ponytail, and he had a bit of mud touching the ends from where he was pushed off - literally by Ginny. His face was red and he had a couple scratches. He was aching almost everywhere, but that wasn't his concern. "He said something to her, because she fired back up until he either threatened her or said something hurtful; causing her to look embarrassed and scared."

"What could he have said?" asked Ron, "I don't like him." He said at once. "I never did." His eyes flickered to Hermione, who grimaced.

"Probably just threatened to curse her." suggested Katie, "That's all I can think of. He is older than her-"

"And bigger and meaner." added Harry.

"But, Harry." complained Katie. "You can't just replace him because of his attitude. We need him!"

They entered the school building and began the ascending up the grand staircase. Harry sighed, and looked away from Katie, not responding. He was still bothered. "Fine, I won't replace him - yet." He shot Katie a look, "But, I will tell you if I find out that it's a threat more serious than a simple jinx - no questions asked, he is off and I will not debate this." They got to the fourth floor, and Harry stood just outside of Lucius' office. "I rather have a team player than a fucked up deranged bastard who believes he knows everything and doesn't give a damn about his team players."

Katie blinked in surprise, "Whoa, that's a little much wouldn't you say Harry? He's not all that bad."

"Suit yourself, Katie. I'm going to get a shower." He looked to Hermione, Ron, and Luna. "I will see you three later. Bye Katie."

She nodded, "Bye, Harry." she said, hesitantly before walking off.

"Replace him anyway." insisted Ron. "He's horrible."

"I'm going to find out what he said."

"I have an idea." said Hermione, her eyes looking far off.

Harry looked sharply to her, "Hermione?"

She blushed and winced, even Luna looked curious this time and stared at her female friend inquisitively. "Did he say something to you that you never said to us?"

"I can't say it here." said Hermione, her cheeks were aflame and she was looking anywhere but at her friends.

He opened the office door and poked his head in, "No one's in here. Come on." He took her by the elbow and led her in. Ron and Luna followed. Once the door was closed, he looked to Hermione, who was cringing.

"H- He said," She stopped a moment, and braced herself. "I'm only saying this-" she held up her hand and pursed her lips together, "Cause of Mary…" Harry placed his broom down; having a feeling he would need two hands. "Harry, McLaggan promised rather than threatened - that he would take me to the nearest bathroom and teach me how to obey a man…" She looked away quickly.

Harry's mouth opened, but nothing came out. His face flashed with a sensation of red-hot anger. His hands were at his sides and they balled up into a fist and it took all he had to control his temper. Ron was cursing, while Luna looked as if she had been slapped in the face.

"That's not all-"

Harry closed his eyes tight, and waited. "He said - in the bathroom that he would shove himself down my throat and anywhere else that would teach me- obedience…" Something busted, Harry didn't know what or where, but his magic had pooled out of him in shocking waves of electricity. Ron was seething and Luna was gaping in horror. "Please, Harry…"

But, he wasn't listening, he had enough restraint to touch Hermione's shoulders and bodily pick her up and moved her from the door, setting her down gently next to a harshly breathing Ron. She was so stunned she hadn't given it a thought to stop him at that moment, for as soon as she was let down he streamed from the door.

"HARRY!" shouted Hermione, registering and running out of the room.

The teen didn't listen; anything that threatened to stop him was pushed back by a magical force.

He rushed up to Gryffindor and snapped the password, not a moment did it swing open then did he rush through the tower. He ignored shouts from Hermione and Luna, "Where's McLaggan?" He demanded of the room.

People turned in surprise to see Harry standing there and they saw or rather felt magic roll off him. His eyes were narrowed sharply and his body was radiating with uncontrollable rage. The people who were near backed up quickly.

"G- Great Hall." said Seamus, "What happened Harry?"

Just as Hermione and Ron came rushing through, but Harry was already making his way out. "Nooo, Harry! Please, stop!" shouted Hermione frantically. "RON! Help me! He's going to kill him."

"He'd deserve it!" Was the last thing Harry heard, as he tore down the staircases that seemed to know better than to change direction.

As soon as he got to the Great Hall, the doors magically swung open with a resounding 'bang' causing eyes to fall over as Harry whipped through, his heart pounding, his eyes glittering, and the word danger written across his face. The teacher's saw a confrontation beginning to start immediately and made their descent from the staff table.

"HARRY!" shouted Hermione, running after him.

McLaggan stood and went for his wand, but Harry was quicker, "Armus Extorqueo!" Roared Harry, before the larger Gryffindor could even touch his wand. A resounded crack and a surprised yell, as McLaggan hunched forward and touched his now dislocated shoulder. "Aduro!" Flashing balls of red and orange flames shot out and attacked the massive form that fell to the ground immediately.

People backed up, while teacher's advanced on him.

"HARRY! STOP IT!" shouted Hermione, "Please, Harry, he's not worth it."

Harry's was so angry that his wand flickered and a light green flare flickered from his wand, when two of the teacher's shouted, "Stupefy!" The red lights zigzagged toward Harry but veered off course due to the flow of magic. The teacher's that were stunned stood there staring at Harry, while two of them attempted to put McLaggan out and failed miserably.

"Harry!" Hermione grabbed his scarlet robe and yanked it. "Stop it!" She wasn't the only one shouting stop. Harry continued to glare, the light in his wand becoming darker and darker of green and he wasn't even speaking a curse. He was just glaring at the rolling boy on the floor.

"Harry stop." said a commanding voice that brushed along Harry's senses. The teen's eyes snapped upwards, unaware of the fact that he released McLaggan of the spell. He looked up at the call and saw Lucius standing there. The blond was the last person he saw before inevitable darkness took him over.