Chapter Eleven

Harry's POV

Harry and Malfoy stepped into the flames and within seconds were at the familiar, circular office of Dumbledore's, though Harry found himself on his hands and knees. "I can never get the hang of that..." he muttered. He got to his feet and called, "Professor?" not being able to see his headmaster.

"Ah, at last," came Dumbledore's voice, and he appeared from behind a rather large, strange contraption. "So, how have you been, Harry?" He gestured towards two seats at his desk and Harry followed him, aware of Lucius behind him.

"Oh, yeah, great, Professor," said Harry with a grin that he hoped would reach his eyes.

"And you, Lucius?"

"Never better," said Lucius shortly.

For a moment, Dumbledore looked between the boy and man. "You two seem to be getting on well, any reason for that?" Dumbledore arched his fingers and gazed at the two.

Harry prayed that he wouldn't give anything away on his expression and tried to think of an excuse but Malfoy spoke up first.

"Well, I suppose there is," Lucius said, and Harry's breath hitched. "You see, yesterday and this morning, I gave Harry a little lesson in self defence and we practiced duelling. Which is, no doubt, going to come in useful in the future."

"How was it?" Although Dumbledore didn't say who he was addressing this question to, his gaze was on Harry.

"Oh, it was... fine," Harry said weakly. Then seeing the expectant look on Dumbledore's face, Harry continued. "He taught me what moves to anticipate from Death Eaters and what their usual attack styles are."

"That was very good of you, Lucius," Dumbledore said. "Anyway, Harry; how did you find spending the night at Mr Malfoy's house?"

"Strange, to be honest," Harry said truthfully, "but only because he was a Death Eater." He gave a nervous laugh.

"Yes, quite," Dumbledore said with a faint smile. "Lucius said he found it no trouble in putting you up for the night and said you were more than welcome to stay with him for the remaining summer holidays."

Harry said nothing but tried to look interested.

"I know the Weasleys are on holiday at the moment and I think they plan to be there for another two weeks."

Harry's spirits fell slightly, not that they'd been high to begin with, though.

"Oh, good for them," he said, hoping it didn't sound sarcastic. "Where did they go?"

"Egypt again, I think," Dumbledore chuckled.

"Beautiful place," said Lucius, surprising Harry; he was sure he would have made a spiteful remark about the Weasleys and their wealth.

"Now, would you be happy to stay with Lucius?" asked Dumbledore, his blue eyes penetrating.

"To be honest, I think it would be safer at his manor than with the Dursleys," Harry said in a joking manner. However, he didn't miss the quick glance between Lucius and Dumbledore. "What?" he asked nervously.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Lucius told me about what happened in your garden with your uncle–"

"What?" he said again, outraged. "Why? It was nothing!"

"I think you'll find it was more than nothing, Potter," Lucius snapped. "The boy was dangerously close to drowning in the earth, headmaster."

"Then, Harry, I'd like you to stay somewhere else. How would you feel about staying at Lucius' house?"

Not being too bothered that he wouldn't have to go back to the Dursleys, he nodded. "That sounds fine, sir." Though he was still mad at Lucius for telling Dumbledore about how weak he was around mere Muggles.

"Excellent, but if you ever need me, Harry, be sure to use the floo connection between Mr Malfoy's house and Hogwarts."

"Of course, sir."

Turning to Malfoy, Dumbledore said, "Thank you very much, Lucius. These defence lessons sound ideal, too."

"Not at all. If that's all we'll be off. It's just we were hoping to carry on with this mornings lesson."

"Yes, I suppose that's all."

"Bye, sir," said Harry getting up, placing a grin on his face.

"Take care, Harry. Goodbye Lucius."

"Headmaster," Malfoy said with a curt nod of his head.

The flames were still burning away and they both stepped inside the fireplace, feeling pleasant warmth on their faces from the flames.

When they returned to Lucius' fireplace, Harry fell onto the floor again from the impact of the sickening journey.

"Honestly, Potter," Malfoy said, lifting Harry to his feet and brushing ash off him. "Now, where were we?"

The next thing Harry saw was Malfoy's face coming towards his own and soon felt the gentle, yet hungry lips on his. No way are these the same lips that raped my mouth the first time, Harry thought.

Becoming aware of what was happening, Harry realised how good he felt with his mouth connected to Malfoy's. He couldn't resist when Lucius began caressing his back lightly and confidently returned the kiss. The feeling he got when this man kissed him was indescribable; it was like an escape from reality. All thoughts of Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Hogwarts even, would disappear when Harry felt Lucius press his lips on Harry's.

This time it was Malfoy who pulled away and Harry felt embarrassed for he let out a moan of annoyance when they were separated.

"Getting used to this, huh, Potter?" smirked Lucius.

Harry looked away. He was feeling strange... needy... lustful. His thoughts kept drifting back to when Lucius had taken him. He remembered the agony, the humiliation, the wild emotions, but he remembered the pleasure even more, and that was what he wanted now.

He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and he changed the subject.

"Shall I start on the chores?" he asked meekly.

"I suppose you could make lunch for us both."

"What do you want to eat?" asked Harry, then realised how wife-like he sounded.

Malfoy obviously thought so too, as he smiled. "Surprise me, Mr Potter." And he guided Harry towards the door and gave him a gentle shove out the doorway.

Lucius' POV

After escorting Harry out of his room, he waited until he heard the boy on the stairs. He then slipped out the door and made his way to Harry's room.

He went over to the wardrobe and rummaged through the fine suits and clothes to pick out the filthy muggle clothes. Luckily there weren't that many; he only found two black t-shirts, another pair of jeans, a disgusting pair of jogging bottoms and some plain, nylon boxers. Harry would wear the best clothes if he was in this house. He took the clothes back to his room and stuffed them in a draw.

He decided he'd go and see how the boy was doing in the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen door, he stopped and peered round, watching Potter work.

The boy had stuck to the safe option of sandwiches and was now spreading some pickle on one of the slices.

Lucius made his entrance quietly and snuck up behind Harry. When he was close enough to touch him, he wrapped his hands round the slight waist. He was not expecting Harry's reaction, however. The boy jumped and let out a grunt of pain. Immediately, Lucius sprang back.

"What is it?" he asked frantically.

"Nothing," muttered Harry. "Just a tiny cut-" But before the boy could finish excusing his injury, Lucius was in front of the Harry, examining his hand.

It was not just a cut, it was a deep slash on the top of the boy's hand.

Lucius went to reach for his wand but realised he'd left it upstairs.

"Damn," he growled. "Stay here!"

He saw Potter looking bewildered as he told him not to move.

"Honestly, it's nothing-!" he started.

"It's more than nothing, it's a deep cut that needs healing before it gets infected!" Lucius screeched as he ran towards the door. He sprinted upstairs, across the hall, into his room and threw things around to find his wand. When he did find it, he ran back down and back to the kitchen to find Harry washing his hand under the tap and wrapping some kitchen towel around it.

"What are you doing?" demanded Lucius.

"Oh," said Harry with a slight jump, "this is what I do whenever I get a cut at home, seeing as I can't use magic."

"You mean this has happened before?" Not waiting for an answer he strided over to Harry. "Give your hand here, boy," he said, grabbing his hand.

He muttered, "Vigoratus," and the wound was started to heal.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled.

Lucius couldn't believe his ears.

"Sorry?" he snapped. "What for?"

"For being so clumsy..." Harry was looking at his feet.

This boy was mad.

"If anything, I should be sorry! I scared you!"

Potter said nothing.

Lucius sighed and put an exasperated hand to his face.

"I know not to disturb you during you're chores, now, anyway."

Harry gave a weak smile and slipped past Lucius towards the bread.

"Here's your lunch, anyway," he said quietly.

"Thank you very much," Lucius said taking the plate Harry was offering to him.

They both sat at the table in the next room and ate in silence; Lucius never took his eyes off of the stunning boy in front of him.

I'm not sure if I'm leaving this chapter here. It's 2 in the morning and I'm VERY tired so I'm giving up for tonight but the next chapter will make up for it (if you get what I mean ;])

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