Chapter seven

Harry's POV

Harry was woken by a sudden bump. He groggily opened his eyes and looked around: he was in, what looked like, a carriage, much like the ones at Hogwarts that took the students up the long path to the castle.

He noticed that he was wrapped in a very soft blanket and someone was holding him. Looking up, he stifled his gasp; Malfoy was dozing with his arm around Harry.

Carefully peeling the arm away, Harry shuffled as far away from the man who had kidnapped him as he could. He looked for a way out and found one of the doors. He tried pulling, pushing, and prising the door open but it wouldn't budge.

"It's magically locked," said the silky voice.

Harry stopped moving, his eyes wide. Slowly, he turned to face the Death Eater.

"Take me back," he said calmly.

"No," Malfoy said, shrugging.

"I said, take me back," he repeated, a little more forcefully.

"And I said no."

Not bothering to argue, Harry turned back to the carriage door and, even though he knew the case was lost, started to pull at the handle.

"Not that you will succeed, but what do you hope to achieve if you get the door open? We're moving quite fast for you to jump and plus, you have no wand."

Hitting the window with his fist, he turned back to Malfoy.

"Where are you taking me?" growled Harry.

"To my manor, of course," Malfoy stated, as though it were obvious.

"Well, Dumbledore will find out I'm gone from my aunt's house when he comes to collect me so I won't be with you for long," sneered Harry.

The blonde wizard chuckled.

"On the contrary; Dumbledore asked me to collect you."

"What?" Harry whispered.

"Yes, you see... After I gave Albus his precious information, he realised he'd made an appointment with Severus and therefore couldn't collect you, so I offered."

Harry was outraged.

"So he could see Snape but not me? Couldn't you have gone to see Snape? I know how close you two Death Eater buddies are," he said snidely.

"You should be thankful someone came!" shouted Malfoy. "Else you would have drowned in the earth! How ironic: the boy-who-lived couldn't be killed by the Dark Lord but a mere Muggle does it in a heartbeat!"

"He wasn't going to kill me," said Harry, his voice breaking.

"Well... we'll never know because, luckily or unluckily, however you look at it, I came to your aid."

Harry gulped; if Malfoy wanted something in return for saving his life, it would undoubtedly be more than a kiss.

Harry slumped back down on the seat and stared out of the tinted window.

"So how long am I staying with you?" he asked after a few minutes, still looking at the passing scenery.

"Well, I need to contact Dumbledore and let him know about your, ahem, incident, so probably–"

"You can't tell him!" exclaimed Harry, turning to face Malfoy so fast he hurt his neck.

"And why's that?"

"Because I... just don't, okay?" He turned his gaze back to the window.

"I'll see how I feel about that when we get home," said Lucius, quietly. "Anyway, I believe I saved your life back there, Mr Potter."

Here it comes, thought Harry.

"What do you want?" whispered Harry.

"Come here."

Suddenly, Harry had a thought; Dumbledore has the information, now! What can we possibly still need Lucius for? I don't have to do what he says...

"But you do, Harry," said Lucius. Harry looked at him suspiciously.

"How-?"

"My dear boy, you yourself said you know I'm friends with Severus Snape, one of the best Occlumens ever established."

"So why do I have to do what you say?" snapped Harry.

"Because you're heading to my manor. There I can very easily report to a certain Dark Lord that I have his fifteen year obsession."

Harry thought it was an empty threat, but he wasn't willing to take the risk of encountering Voldemort.

"Exactly," said Lucius, content with Harry's thoughts.

"Please stop doing that!"

"Come here, then."

Harry glared at him while he shimmied towards Malfoy.

"As strange as it might sound, I just want to hold you, Harry."

Harry felt a muscular arm snake round his shoulders and he shivered.

"There, not too bad, is it?"

Harry said nothing but just sat very stiff, while being forced to lean on Malfoy.

After a number of minutes, Harry felt the arm move and felt some fingers threading through his hair.

"Like silk..." murmured Lucius.

The hands travelled southwards and crawled under Harry's jacket, the soft leather stroking lightly on Harry's waist.

At the touch, Harry bolted upright but was pulled back down.

"Relax," muttered Lucius.

Harry snorted. How am I supposed to relax? he thought bitterly.

Malfoy's other hand that wasn't on Harry's waist cupped Harry's chin and turned it towards him.

"You can enjoy this, you know," whispered Malfoy. He lightly kissed Harry's mouth and he didn't struggle. He didn't move at all, so hopefully Lucius would get bored.

Moving from Harry's lips, Lucius' mouth found Harry's neck and pressed light kisses on it, occasionally biting softly.

Suddenly, Harry felt himself being lifted onto Lucius' lap. Still, he didn't move but sat very stiff, hoping it would be more uncomfortable for Malfoy. He was not expecting the man to unbuckle his belt; that made him squirm.

"Stop, please..." grunted Harry.

"Sit still and you will make the whole deal easier, for both of us."

Deciding that this would get it over quicker, he did as he was told.

It was not easy, however, to sustain the statue-like manner when he saw Lucius take off his gloves. It was only now that he realised how big the man's hands were. Harry eyed them and started to tremble. Before he could even start to think straight, Malfoy was kissing him again. The whole time Harry kept his mouth shut tight and his eyes wide open. Then suddenly, Harry felt the huge hands on either side of his waist pulling down his trousers.

"Wh...what are you -"

"Ssh..." Lucius pulled Harry towards him more and prised Harry's trousers off through Harry's grip.

Harry had never felt more uncomfortable in his life. He didn't even know why Lucius wanted him and he had no experience when coming to intimacy with men.

Harry suddenly realised Lucius' hand was stroking up his thigh and getting closer...

He tried to push the hand away from... there, but it was no use. Lucius merely grabbed his wrist and held it down. His other hand was now resting on Harry's boxers and fiddling with the seams.

"Stop, please," whispered Harry.

"But why?" asked Lucius in Harry's ear. "You agreed to the deal and you will stick to the deal unless you want me to kidnap you permanently." His grip on Harry's arm was getting stronger and he pulled down Harry's pants.

"Not here, not like this, please," begged Harry.

"You have put this off for too long, Mr Potter," said Lucius with a small chuckle.

"I-I promise I'll do what ever you need when we get to your house, just not here!" said Harry, slightly hysterically.

Lucius' hand froze and he stared at Harry.

"Very well, but so you will keep your promise, I want you to make an oath."

Harry's immediate thought was the oath his cousin Dudley made when he joined the boy scouts.

"Not quite like that," Lucius said, smirking.

Harry scowled as he realised that his thoughts weren't private.

"It just involves some minor blood, a spell, and a hand shake."

Harry hesitated; there would be no way out for him if he did this, but he did not want to do stuff with Malfoy while in a carriage.

"Fine."

"Excellent; now hold still." Lucius took his wand out and made a cut through the air with it. Immediately, Harry felt a stinging in his hand and, looking down, noticed his palm had a scar across it. Lucius did the same thing with his hand and he firmly grasped Harry's in his own massive hand.

He waved his wand over the two clutched hands that had blood seeping out of them and muttered something. A blue glow circled the two hands and Harry felt his hand tingle.

The glow died down and Harry snatched his hand away, staring at his palm which had a white scar on it as though it had been there for quite some time.

"Not too bad, was it?" simpered Malfoy.

"What will happen?" asked Harry, slightly scared.

"You'll see," said Lucius with a satisfied smirk.

Harry jumped off Lucius' lap and shuffled to the far end of the carriage.

The rest of the journey was in silence, but Harry could feel Malfoy's eyes on him, probably undressing him in his minds eye. Harry shivered.

After what felt like hours, the coach pulled to a halt.

"Home at last," said Lucius happily. He stepped out of the carriage and gestured for Harry to do the same.

Harry hesitated before getting out; he should have appreciated the journey where Lucius had left him alone. Now they were at the manor which meant Harry would have to fulfil his so-called oath.

Harry got out and ignored Malfoy's hand which was offering to help him out.

He didn't know what to expect of what the Malfoy Manor would be like. He supposed probably like the real thing; acres of grass surrounding a huge mansion which seemed to be too big to house three people.

Harry closed his mouth, not giving Malfoy any reason to think he was impressed.

"Shall we?" Lucius held his arm out for Harry to take. Harry merely raised his eyebrows and folded his arms.

"Stubborn thing, aren't you, Mr Potter?" And he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him inside.

Lucius' POV

"Stubborn thing, aren't you, Mr Potter?" We'll fix that... He finished to himself.

Lucius took Harry's arm and led him inside.

"I can walk by myself, you know," hissed Potter.

Lucius' didn't say anything; he didn't know why he was holding Harry's arm, it just felt...right.

In the carriage, he'd been able to hear Potter's thoughts as though they were being played aloud on a speaker. Now they were in a wide, open space, it was much harder. He could probably get inside the boys mind if he really focused but there seemed no need now. Besides, Harry would find it a relief which – hopefully – would make him less... stubborn.

They neared the front door and Lucius waved his wand to unlock the enchantments, then opened the door and pulled a reluctant Harry through over the threshold and into his entrance hall.

He looked down and saw Potter's eyes wide with possible amazement and couldn't help but smirk; he was proud of his elaborate house and everyone who had set foot in it had marvelled at its beauty.

Potter, after seeing Lucius staring at him, turned his expression to an unimpressed one and returned to looking bored.

"A house tour then, Mr Potter?" Lucius asked, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders. He led Potter through the hall towards a door at the end which opened into a kitchen.

"As you may remember, our deal also consisted of housework from you so I expect you to be able to cook my meals most days. You may be permitted breaks on some days," Lucius finished.

"Wow, how kind of you," said Potter bitterly.

Lucius just smiled, saving his anger for another time...

After showing Harry nearly every room in the house, they finally reached the room Lucius had saved until last.

"My bedroom," Lucius said as he flung open the door. He noticed Harry move back slightly as though he knew what was to happen in this room.

"And...wh-where will I be..." he cleared his throat, "...sleeping?"

"I suppose for the first couple of nights you may sleep in a room of your own, only so you get accustomed to the place." Lucius narrowed his eyes, "Then you may sleep with me."

Potter pulled away from Lucius and stepped as far back as he could until he hit the wall.

"What?" he whispered.

Oh, the boy looked delicious with fear spread over his face, thought Lucius. Now to make those eyes go even wider...

He approached Harry who was trying to press himself into the wall and put his hands round the boys' face. Then, without waiting, Lucius crashed down onto Harry's lips, biting and sucking and licking everywhere. He'd been waiting too long and was letting all of his lust out now. He pulled back from the unresponsive boy and stared at him; stared at the red-raw lips, the wide eyes, the wonky glasses, and the hair that had become even wilder from Lucius' hands in it.

"Want to get it over now?" whispered Lucius, hoping to sound seductive.

Harry shook his head and tried to move away, but Lucius grabbed his arm.

"Please, Harry. I need you now," he growled gently.

Harry was pulling and tugging his arm away, trying to get out of Lucius' hold, but Lucius merely turned Harry around and pulled him into the bedroom, shutting the door with a flick of his wand and pulling the boy against his chest so Harry was leaning on him.

Slowly and carefully, Lucius heaved the t-shirt off the boy. Immediately, Harry tried to get away but suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

Lucius smiled to himself; the oath spell was working.

"What's going on?" shouted Harry frantically.

"I don't know, Mr Potter. Whatever do you mean?" asked Lucius, standing behind Harry and placing his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"I can't move!" Harry said shrilly.

"Ah yes... now that would be the effects of the oath you took," Lucius said softly, his hands tracing down the pale, smooth skin on the boy's back. "It's strange though..." he added thoughtfully. "They only take place when the oath bearer is plotting against the person to whom they made the oath to... Surely you weren't thinking of trying to hurt me, Harry?"

Potter said nothing.

"Tut, tut, tut..." Deep down, Lucius felt the tiniest pang of hurt in his stomach. He'd decided to hide his love for Harry and keep the lust above everything. If he wanted Harry, he wouldn't get him by loving him; Harry would never love him. He'd need to force himself upon the boy; as much as he hated to do it, it was the only way.

Lucius' hands made their way down to Harry's trousers and found the belt that was holding the disgusting, second-hand trousers up.

He rested his chin on the shoulders and kissed the pale neck. His hands found the latch on the belt and he began to unbuckle it...

I'd like to say a big thanks to Wynja who has given me advice about the POV's. I've decided to make them shorter and less detailed but some of the other ones may be longer if I'm on a role =P x