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Chapter Nine
Harry's POV
Stop crying, stop crying, you're not weak, stop crying, don't let him see you like this... Harry kept repeating this to himself as he lay next to Malfoy. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm..." a clear of the throat, "I'm sorry, Harry."
Harry wiped his eyes, pushed himself up shakily and glared at the Death Eater next to him.
"No your not," he said, his voice raucous. "If you were, you would never have done that."
"Listen, there's... there's this feeling I have... for you..." Harry raised his eyebrows but noticed how awkward Lucius was looking. "It's like... I need you, I don't know why..."
That scared Harry; what would this mean for him?
He didn't know what to make of Lucius; his mood seemed to change rapidly. One minute he'd be angry and on the verge of violence, and the next he'd want to comfort Harry and apologise...
"Why do you do this?" asked Harry, his voice barely audible.
"Do what?" Lucius said confused.
"Well, one minute you're..." Harry tried to find the right word; Scary? Angry? Dominating? "Intimidating, and the next minute you'll act as though you care!"
"I...I don't quite know."
Neither one said anything for a moment.
Finally Lucius spoke.
"Excuse me for a few minutes," and he left the room briskly.
This left Harry to think about what had just happened. The thing that scared him most was how good it had felt; Lucius had been gentle and had tried to cause Harry the least amount of pain. In fact, somewhere deep down he felt glad that his first experience had been so...amazing. Though it wasn't they way he'd pictured it...
On the other hand, he wouldn't have had to experience any pain if Malfoy hadn't done that.
However, the thing that Harry kept thinking of was what Malfoy had said about needing him and loving him. Therefore he didn't just want Harry's body... He actually seemed to like Harry for who he was...
He'd never seen or thought he'd see Lucius Malfoy – aristocratic wizard, big in the Ministry – lose himself like that. Was that the effect Harry had on him? Was Malfoy really that confused?
Maybe I shouldn't make it so hard... just let him know that I'll do all of his housework, not just the cooking, instead of the other things...
As soon as he had made his mind up on what to say, the door opened again and Lucius came in wearing grey, satin pyjamas that matched his eyes.
"I've made your room up, Potter. Down the hall, second door on the left. Draco and Narcissa are at my mother-in-law's house so no one will disrupt you."
Harry thought about talking to Malfoy now but it seemed the man had composed himself and Harry didn't want to bring it up again.
"Thank you," he mumbled. Noticing he was naked he didn't get out of the bed. "Erm..."
"What?" snapped Lucius.
"My... my clothes–"
With a wave of Malfoy's wand, Harry had new, black, silk pyjamas on that were far too big. He didn't like the feel of the cool material on his skin – it tickled him making him squirm slightly – but he wasn't going to complain.
"They're mine; sorry if they're a bit big. It seems you're always wearing second-hand clothes, Mr Potter."
There he goes again! thought Harry angrily, mood swings! Wizard men can't get PMT, can they? That last thought made Harry laugh.
"What is it?" Lucius asked looking paranoid.
Making something up on the spot, Harry said, "That's the first time I... uh... heard you make a joke."
Harry could have sworn the corners of the man's lips twitched but Malfoy didn't show any other signs that he'd found that amusing.
"Like I said; second door on the left," he said, pointing to the door.
Harry scrambled out of bed, nearly tripped over the long-legged pyjamas and slipped past Malfoy and out the door.
"Night," Harry muttered.
He was halfway down the hall when he realised Dumbledore didn't know anything of where he was. He ran back and knocked on the door. The door opened and Lucius stood there, his pyjama top off. Harry hadn't had time to register what Malfoy's body looked like when they... earlier. The man had rippling muscles and he was very broad-shouldered.
"What is it, Potter? Lost?" he teased.
"No," said Harry ignoring that remark, his eyes snapping away from Lucius' body. "Does Dumbledore know I'm here? Else he'll start worrying."
"Quite right, I'll notify him now." The door swung shut, very close to hitting Harry's face.
Weird man... Maybe it is his time of the month...
Harry trudged down the corridor, a smirk on his face.
He reached the second door on the left and when he opened it he couldn't believe his eyes.
He'd never had a room so luxurious! There was a double bed with red duvet covers, Gryffindor and Quidditch posters on the blinding-white walls, a wardrobe and an arched window with red drapes overlooking the grounds.
"Woah," he muttered under his breath. "Lucius did all this?"
He'd just realised he hadn't had anything to eat but pushed that thought aside. He'd gone longer without food, one evening was nothing.
He was, however, very tired so he made his way over to the bed and pulled down the covers which were surprisingly cool which felt nice in the hot, august air.
As he sat down on the firm mattress, he gasped; there was a searing pain in his backside which made him jump up again. That was all he needed... I suppose lube only prevents half the pain, he thought as he gingerly sat back down and snuggled in to the comfy bed. Almost immediately he drifted to sleep, ignoring the burning sensation down there.
Lucius' POV
Lucius summoned some clothes onto Harry's naked form.
"They're mine; sorry if they're a bit big. It seems you're always wearing second-hand clothes, Mr Potter." He couldn't help but notice how well the black silk complimented Harry's pale skin tone and matched Harry's hair. The dark colour seemed to make the boy's skin glow.
Harry gave a small chuckle.
"What is it?" Lucius asked slightly conscious, hoping Harry hadn't learnt how to read his thoughts. He then remembered what Snape had told him: "The boy is possibly one of the worst Occlumens I've ever had the misfortune to teach; he's a hopeless case."
No need to worry there then...
"That's the first time I... uh... heard you make a joke," the boy said, grinning nervously.
What a feeble excuse, mused Lucius, preventing himself from smiling. He'd love to share the joke and laugh with Harry but he was not one to look a fool. It was like Harry's smile was contagious, and Lucius couldn't help but notice how beautiful Harry looked when happy. He wanted to have had Harry like this...
When he had taken the boy he had felt so... light and carefree, he'd forgotten about his Master and felt as though he didn't need the protection the Dark Lord was offering him, not if he was with Harry... Stopping himself before he became too engrossed in Harry, he pointed to the door, indicating for the boy to leave.
"Like I said; second door on the left."
He watched Harry struggle to get out of the bed covers and almost laughed when the boy nearly tripped over the pyjama bottoms. The boy then nervously dodged past Lucius and out the door.
"Night," said Harry, surprising Lucius.
Lucius slowly shut the door and let his smirk emerge. Obviously the boy wasn't going to dwell too much on what happened. This was such a strange relationship...
He pulled off his pyjama top feeling too hot for comfort and was about to get into bed when he heard a knock at the door.
He walked over and opened it and looked down at Harry who was staring at Lucius' chest... He'd love to know what the boy was thinking and was tempted to cast a legilems spell but thought better of it. Acting as though he hadn't realised what Harry was looking at, he said, "What is it, Potter? Lost?"
"No," said Harry, the green eyes snapping away from Lucius' body. "Does Dumbledore know I'm here? Else he'll start worrying."
"Quite right, I'll notify him now." And with that Lucius shut the door, showing Harry who was in charge.
Lucius had to stop himself from laughing. Maybe persuading Harry to like him wouldn't be that hard, not if he treated him right.
He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder. Throwing it into the decorated fireplace he said, "Dumbledore's office, Hogwarts." Hopefully he'd still be there.
He put his head in and found himself looking up at the strange office.
"Lucius!" said Dumbledore, stepping away from his desk looking relieved. "Where's Harry?"
"I took him back to my manor, Headmaster. Sorry for not letting you know earlier but we only arrived a few hours ago. You see we travelled by carriage."
"And why's that?"
Lucius was tempted to lie but thought Dumbledore should know what Harry had to put up with.
After telling the whole story of Harry and his uncle's brutish attack, Dumbledore looked slightly concerned. "And is Harry quite happy to stay with you for tonight?"
"He seems to be."
"Can I talk to him?"
"I can go and check; I just sent him off to bed but I can see if he's still awake."
"Thank you."
Lucius pulled out of the fireplace and brushed the ash off his shoulders.
He made his way to Harry's room and entered without knocking, determined to convince Harry to convince Dumbledore that everything was fine. However, when he got there he found Harry had already fallen asleep and was breathing deeply, therefore in quite a deep sleep.
He walked over to the bed and looked down at how peaceful Harry looked; his hair a mess and his lips slightly parted. It was only now that Lucius realised how completely opposite he and Harry were; Harry was pure and light, innocent and brave, whereas Lucius supposedly worshipped a half-snake, half-man. He looked down at his left forearm and saw the hideous Dark Mark there. What he would give to have his own life back, to get rid of the imprint... Wait a moment, was it Lucius' imagination or had the Dark Mark faded slightly?
Nonsense, Lucius told himself. This is engraved in my skin forever.
Backing out of the room and quietly shutting the door, he returned to his room and back to the fireplace.
He knelt down and put his face in the green flames that were still alight and connecting him to Dumbledore's office.
"He's asleep, Professor. I could wake him?"
"No... I suppose it's been a long day for him. No matter, I'll talk to you tomorrow and I can arrange for him to stay somewhere for the rest of his summer."
Lucius nearly choked on some ash.
"Albus," he said, composing himself, "I wouldn't mind looking after Harry for the rest of the summer; he'd be under extra protection seeing as He Who Must Not Be Named would never think of looking for Mr Potter at my manor. Plus he no longer uses my house for meetings."
Dumbledore stared down at Lucius' face in the fireplace and Lucius tried to keep eye contact.
"I suppose so but I want to talk to Harry first thing tomorrow when he wakes up. If you're happy to keep Harry there for the rest of the summer and he's content then we have found a place for him to spend the rest of his summer."
"That would be no trouble at all, Headmaster."
"Good. Then I shall say goodnight."
"Indeed."
Lucius pulled his face out of the fire once more and the flames disappeared.
If all went well, this summer could potentially be the best he'd ever had.
Ummm... This chapter was written with no plan, this is, literally, the first words that came to my head for this chapter lol.
Chapter ten will be better, I promise!!
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