Chapter Three
Harry's POV
Harry had been watching the two men chatting from his window. It seemed to be a pretty safe talk seeing as no one was hexed into next week.
After a while, Dumbledore vanished and Lucius was heading for the house. "They can't have sorted out their differences by now!" muttered Harry.
Suddenly he heard lots of shouting downstairs. "Get the ruddy hell out of my house!" shouted Uncle Vernon.
"Get out of my way, foolish Muggle!" Harry found this all quite amusing, even though Lucius was a dark wizard and is best not angry.
Suddenly there was a loud bang which brought Harry to his senses and he ran downstairs to find a very large pig in the hallway. Aunt Petunia had just come through the kitchen door and squeaked when she saw the filthy animal in her hallway.
"Get that thing out!" she squealed and began hitting Vernon with her broom.
"My dear, if you hate your husband so much, I should suggest a divorce," smirked Malfoy.
As much as he hated Malfoy, Harry had to admire his sarcastic wit. He stifled his laugh and, after watching his fair share of his aunt hugging a pig, said, "Mr Malfoy, please turn my uncle back."
Malfoy turned round and smiled darkly, unnerving Harry.
"Do you not remember what I said yesterday, Harry?" Harry could but didn't want to say it. He knew what Malfoy was going to suggest. "I said that I do not do things for free."
"Please," Harry whispered. "Not here, just turn my Uncle back and then I'll do whatever you want when we're out of the house."
Malfoy seemed to be thinking hard for a moment, then said the counter curse to free Vernon of his pig body.
When Harry's uncle was back to his original size, Malfoy said, "You might want to think about making that change permanent, it's much more of an improvement."
Uncle Vernon screamed and ran at Lucius who raised his wand. Vernon stopped dead in his tracks and before it got more out of hand, Harry said loudly, "Mr Malfoy, just go." He wanted this over and done with and wanted the Order to get their information as soon as possible.
"Very well." Lucius kept his wand out and moved to the front door, Harry slowly following.
"You're taking him with you?" asked Petunia nervously.
"Yes, I am. Why?" There was something in his answer that suggested Malfoy was not one to be questioned.
She opened her mouth, then closed it, then said quietly, "Nothing."
Malfoy took Harry by the arm to hurry him up, and stepped out of the front door.
"We're meeting your Headmaster somewhere else to discuss if I am to be trusted." Harry was about to speak when Malfoy held up a hand, "Do not interrupt me, Potter. I expect you to persuade him that I have definitely changed. That way your Order will get their information."
Harry waited to see if Malfoy was going to say anything else, but when he didn't Harry spoke up.
"Where are we meeting him?"
"In a Muggle Bed and Breakfast. Now take my hand and we shall apparate there now." Harry merely placed his hand on Malfoy's cloak but the man grabbed Harry's hand in his own, very tightly Harry noticed, and then disapparated. When they reached a new, busier street, Lucius changed his conversational tone to a more businesslike one. "Now then, I believe you owe me for changing your uncle back?"
Harry felt so angry. "If you hadn't turned him first you wouldn't need to have changed him back!"
"Just out of interest, why did you ask me to? You don't love him, he doesn't love you..."
"I know!" Harry felt slightly hurt. He knew his uncle or anyone else in that house didn't love him but to hear it from a stranger clarified it. "I just didn't think he deserved to stay like that."
"Well... Maybe he did and maybe he didn't. But the point is I did change him back and that was a favour to you so I believe you need to return the favour."
Harry said nothing and looked fiercely at the twisted man, then turned his head away stubbornly.
Malfoy sighed and seized Harry's arm, digging into what little fat Harry had on his arms. He dragged him into a dark alley between two shops and then shoved Harry into the cold brick wall.
"You will not struggle and you will not try to hurt me or you will never see your Headmaster or school again," growled Lucius.
Harry spat in Malfoy's face, not caring what happened. Yes, he was terrified, but his anger was overwhelming.
Lucius wiped the spit off his face and grasped Harry's throat, lifting his feet off the floor.
"Do you not want to win this war then?" Malfoy hissed in Harry's ear.
Harry tried not to panic but his airways were closing rapidly and he was getting light headed. He pulled against the strong hands at his throat, but to no avail did the hands come loose.
"Repay me and you will get your vital information." Lucius banged Harry against the wall, then let go, letting Harry slide to the floor gasping for air.
"What...do you want?" rasped Harry.
"I don't need you to be willing, but I want to hear you moan for me. I want to see what emotion your eyes will hold when you look at me," Lucius said breathlessly.
Harry felt himself being scooped to his feet and felt two hands pulling off his jacket.
"No..." said Harry, his voice breaking. Closing his eyes, he felt the cold air cover his torso and opened his eyes to see Malfoy staring at his body hungrily.
Malfoy then pulled Harry's arms above his head and devoured his mouth, sucking and biting everywhere, not leaving one part of Harry's mouth unclaimed. Lucius' body against Harry's caused Harry's back to graze against the rough bricks of the building wall he was against.
After fruitless attempts to be free of the savage mouth but not getting anywhere, Harry fell limp and his eyes threatened to leak. It was the feel of Malfoy's hand making its way down his chest and fiddling with his boxers that caused the tears to come.
Harry let out a broken sob which was muffled by Lucius' mouth. The man pulled away and stared at Harry, who wiped away the betraying tears and tried to look brave even through his bloodshot eyes.
Harry saw realisation dawn in Malfoy's eyes, and also...no... It couldn't be... regret?
Neither said anything for at least one minute, and when Harry was sure Malfoy was... finished with him, he bent down shakily to pick up his jacket but Malfoy got it first and wordlessly handed it to Harry.
Harry turned to leave the dark side street to see if Dumbledore was at the inn when Malfoy, very gently, turned him around by the hand.
"Will you...?"
"No," said Harry firmly. "I won't tell him, plainly because it's downright humiliating and wouldn't be worth anything if I did." Harry briskly turned away and began putting on his jacket, wincing slightly when it rubbed against the grazes on his back.
He heard Malfoy follow after a few seconds hesitation.
When he emerged into the light of the town, Harry saw a man who looked completely out of place standing outside a building called the Lions Mane Inn.
Not waiting for Malfoy, he walked towards his Headmaster.
Lucius' POV
After a long conversation, Dumbledore disapparated and Lucius made his way back to the Muggle house.
Before he even got inside, however, the fat man was at the door screaming and shouting. "Get the ruddy hell out of my house!"
"Get out of my way, foolish Muggle!" Lucius was not in the mood.
Without thinking, Lucius cast a transfiguration spell on Harry's uncle. In his place was an extremely obese pig. The wife had just come into the hallway. She squealed much like the pig before her when she saw the 'animal'.
"Get that thing out!" she screamed, and began hitting Vernon with her broom.
"My dear, if you hate your husband so much, I should suggest a divorce," Lucius said wearily, but was enjoying every moment of this.
Then a voice from behind him startled him. "Mr Malfoy, please turn my uncle back."
Lucius turned round to find Harry standing on the bottom step awkwardly. He smiled thinking how perfect this situation was.
"Do you not remember what I said yesterday, Harry?" Lucius knew Harry knew what he meant but obviously didn't want to say it in front of his aunt. "I said that I do not do things for free."
"Please," the boy begged quietly, "Not here, just turn my uncle back and then I'll do whatever you want when we're out of the house."
Lucius thought for a moment, then realising how Gryffindor this boy was, he would keep this deal if it helped other people. After a while, Lucius said the counter curse to free Vernon.
When Harry's uncle was back to his normal, massive size, Lucius said, "You might want to think about making that permanent, it's much more of an improvement."
The man screamed like a madman and ran at Lucius who instantly raised his wand. The fat uncle, wisely, stopped dead in his tracks. Obviously scared about a fight, Potter said clearly, "Mr Malfoy, just go."
"Very well." Lucius kept his wand out and moved to the front door. Harry grudgingly followed.
The thin, horse-faced lady spoke up. "You're taking him with you?"
"Yes, I am. Why?" No one questioned him, especially Muggles. If Harry wasn't here he would have hexed her.
Stupidly, she opened her mouth, then closed it, then whispered, "Nothing."
Lucius grabbed Harry by the arm and stalked out the front door.
"We're meeting your Headmaster somewhere else to discuss if I am to be trusted," said Lucius, briskly. The boy was about to speak so Lucius held up his hand. "Do not interrupt me, Potter. I expect you to persuade him that I have definitely changed. That way your Order will get their information."
Lucius paused, letting Harry speak. "Where are we meeting him?"
"In a Muggle Bed and Breakfast. Now take my hand and we shall apparate there now." Potter feebly placed his hand on Lucius' robe so he snatched the hand in his own in a firm grip, then disapparated. They reached the busy street and, noticing the Headmaster wasn't there, Lucius took his chance. "Now then, I believe you owe me for changing your uncle back?"
"If you hadn't turned him first you wouldn't need to have changed him back!" The boy's green eyes were alight with anger.
Lucius was curious why Harry wanted him to, considering how he had been mistreated. "Just out of interest, why did you ask me to? You don't love him, he doesn't love you..."
"I know!" Harry said, as if he cared. "I just didn't think he deserved to stay like that."
"Well... Maybe he did and maybe he didn't. But the point is I did change him back and that was a favour to you so I believe you need to return the favour."
Potter said nothing and glared at Lucius. He then had the cheek to turn away.
Lucius was exasperated. He gripped Harry's thin, yet muscular arm, his large hand wrapping all the way round the bicep. He dragged him in between two shops and shoved the teenager into the brick wall.
"You will not struggle and you will not try to hurt me or you will never see your Headmaster or your school again," hissed Lucius, threateningly.
Lucius wasn't ready for Harry to recklessly spit in his face. The boy was supposed to be scared!
Lucius wiped the spit off his face angrily and clasped his hand round Harry's tiny throat squeezing and lifting the boy off the floor.
"Do you not want to win this war then?" Malfoy hissed in Harry's ear, knowing Harry couldn't respond.
He felt flimsy fingers pulling against his leather gloved hands, desperate for air.
"Repay me and you will get your vital information." Lucius shoved Harry into the wall even more, then suddenly let go, letting the weak boy fall to the floor.
"What do you want?" Harry croaked. How Lucius loved the way the boy looked up to him with fear in his eyes...
"I don't need you to be willing, but I want to hear you moan for me. I want to see what emotion your eyes will hold when you look at me," Lucius said, trying to contain himself.
Lucius raised Harry off the pavement and started to pull of the red jacket that was hiding that Quidditch-toned body.
Lucius thought he heard a small voice say, "No..." but was so engrossed in the boy who was his that he didn't register it.
Lucius grabbed the two wrists in one hand and stretched them over the boy's head and leaned in to consume the rose-red lips, claiming every inch of the untainted mouth. In all his eagerness, Lucius leaned into the smaller body, pushing him evermore into the brick wall.
Lucius had barely felt the feeble hits and shoves from the boy before but was aware of how still Harry had become. It was much easier for Lucius now the boy wasn't moving and he began stroking down the ribbed, yet muscular torso. He was nearing the abdomen and pulling on the elastic of the pants when he heard a defeated weep.
Lucius stopped and stepped back and stared at the crying boy before him who was wiping away his tears.
Lucius suddenly thought about Draco. Harry was the same age as his son, younger even. Normally, Lucius never felt anything towards anyone, other than Draco who he adored, so he never showed any kind of regret, tenderness or love; just cold, heartless hatred.
Neither one said or did anything for a while. After one minute of awkward silence, Harry moved. He bent down, his whole body shaking, to pick up his jacket but because he felt so bad, Lucius grabbed it first and handed it to the boy.
Harry then turned to leave and the first thing Lucius thought was that the boy would tattle on him to his headmaster. He gingerly turned Harry around to face him.
"Will you...?" Lucius began.
"No," said Harry bravely. "I won't tell him, plainly because it's downright humiliating and wouldn't be worth anything if I did." The boy turned away revealing the grazed back, obviously from the wall. Lucius felt bad for causing it, but he was also getting rather turned on knowing it was he who had marked Harry, he who had drawn the blood... this was not good.
Potter put on his jacket and exited the alley. After a moment's hesitation, Lucius followed.
When Lucius got out of the darkness, his eyes adjusted to the bright sun and saw Harry with the odd-looking old man outside the inn.