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Chapter Thirteen

Harry's POV

When Harry came to, he found himself in his bed, aching all over. His head felt extremely heavy and he had a stinging sensation in his anus.

He groaned when he sat up and had to blink a few times to steady the room. Raising a hand to his head, he felt a bandage wrapped around his skull.

"What the..." he muttered. Then it all came back; the lunch, the kiss, the sex... the pain.

Harry might have thought that Lucius would be like that with him only a few days ago when he'd asked Harry to stay with him. That was when Harry saw Lucius as the cold, heartless Death Eater. But after seeing how Malfoy reacted to his cut hand, he hadn't been scared of Lucius hurting him. So why did he?

This was getting out of control. He needed to tell Lucius and, if necessary tell Dumbledore. But then he thought of someone else... A friend of Lucius' who isn't one of Voldemort's followers who would probably have a solution... He cringed at the thought but it was the only way if Harry wanted to have the carefree feelings again with Lucius.

Slowly he got up, but he still felt the pain. He gasped and sat back down again.

This could take a while...

Eventually Harry managed to make it to Lucius' door and he knocked, almost hoping Lucius wasn't in. However, after a moments wait the door swung open to reveal Lucius looking as scared as Harry felt.

They both stared at each other for a while.

"Do you want to come in?" Lucius asked, as Harry said, "Can I come in?"

Both nodded.

Once inside the large bedroom, Malfoy turned to Harry.

"I'm so sorry," the man croaked.

"What happened?"

"Well, from what I can gather," Lucius said slowly, "we were both desperate for the other and lost ourselves. Me more than you, I think."

"Yeah, that's the only reason I could think of, too," Harry agreed. "But why didn't you stop when I asked you too?"

"I don't recall hearing you," Malfoy admitted. "All I remember is the feeling I had and the pleasure that surrounded me."

Lucius was staring at Harry; the look that usually led to something, Harry registered. Then suddenly, right on cue, the man moved forward to kiss him. Harry, however, dodged out of the way.

"I think this could be dangerous," Harry said from behind Malfoy. "I think... I think we need to tell someone."

"Are you mad?" growled Malfoy, turning round. "I would be arrested! And how would you, the Chosen One, be viewed?"

"Well hopefully the person we tell wouldn't leak it to the world!" snapped Harry.

"Okay," Lucius said calmly, "who do you suggest?"

"I was thinking either Professor Dumbledore or," he took a deep breath, "Snape." It sounded strange coming from his mouth, that he was thinking of telling his most loathed teacher that he and Malfoy were... in some sort of relationship, but even Harry had to admit the man was full of solutions.

Malfoy laughed shrewdly. "Tell Albus Dumbledore that his newly employed Defence Against The Dark Art's teacher is taking his Golden Gryffindor up the ass every day? I think not."

Harry shuddered. "Well, you don't have to tell him what we've... done. Just that we feel this strange pull towards each other and how annoying it is."

"You find it annoying?" Malfoy asked.

"Kind of, yeah," Harry replied shrugging.

"Still, I don't think Dumbledore would be the best person to tell. I'd much rather tell Severus; we've known each other for years."

Why did I mention Snape? Harry thought angrily.

"Fine, but he won't let me live it down, you know," said Harry, scowling.

"Oh yes he will, because I'll warn him that I don't want anyone else in on this," hissed Lucius. "It's hard enough for me; I can only imagine what it's like for you."

Harry looked up at Lucius and, only now, realised how safe he felt around him. He looked into the soft, silver eyes and slowly walked towards him, never breaking eye contact.

When he reached Malfoy, he leant his head on the broad chest and wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

Inside Harry's head, a voice was screaming and objecting: What are you doing!? But Harry ignored it and paid attention to how his heart felt: Content and complete.

"Potter, what-?"

"I don't know," whispered Harry. With his head still on the chest, he could hear every beat of Lucius' heart.

Harry felt a strong pair of arms pull him closer to the muscular body and he could smell Malfoy's scent; a strong smelling perfume which was probably a very expensive make. He nestled his head even closer and felt Lucius' chin resting on top of his head.

"Shall we leave for Snape's house, then?" Malfoy asked quietly after a number of minutes.

Harry reluctantly pulled away and nodded, slightly nervous about visiting his Professor in the holidays.

"You do the talking, though," warned Harry. "I don't want to risk opening my mouth in case I say something I might regret..."

"Very well," Malfoy said with a chortle. "Ah, but first..." With a wave of Lucius' wand, Harry's head felt lighter and he saw the bandage, stained with his blood, ravel into Lucius' hand. His head didn't even hurt now.

He shook his head to reawaken his limp hair that was plastered to his skull and felt it regain the stubborn, messy style that was his fathers.

"Well, we know a way to tame you're hair now, Mr Potter," smirked Lucius.

Harry said nothing but felt his cheeks get flustered.

"Not that I like it tamed..." Malfoy whispered, ruffling Harry's hair more.

Harry batted the hand away, which then grasped Harry's in its own.

Lucius' POV

Hand in hand they moved over to the white fireplace and, yet again, Lucius chucked some floo powder into the grate. They entered the green flames, Lucius noticing how well the fire matched Harry's eyes.

"Severus Snape's house, Spinner's End," Lucius ordered, and immediately they were spinning to his best friend's home.

When they stopped revolving, Lucius grabbed Harry's collar to ensure the boy didn't trip again.

"Thanks," Potter mumbled.

"Severus?" Lucius called to the empty, dark living room, brushing ash off of himself and stepping out of the grate. "He's nearly always in here..."

"Maybe he's out?" suggested Harry hopefully from behind Lucius.

But before they could ponder any more on Severus' whereabouts, the old wooden door – separating the living room from the hallway – creaked open. In strolled Lucius' childhood friend, reading over an old looking book. Lucius cleared his throat and the dark haired man's head snapped up.

"Lucius?" Severus asked cautiously, then his gaze turned to Harry. "What is Potter doing with you?"

"Long story I'm afraid, Severus." Lucius walked up to Severus and, when they shook hands, Snape pulled him closer and spoke in his ear.

"You'd better have a good reason for this."

"I just need some help, old friend," replied Lucius calmly.

Snape pulled away and eyed Harry suspiciously.

"What's he done this time?" he asked Lucius out of the corner of his mouth, but Harry had still heard. The boy looked outraged.

"Nothing!" he yelled. "I knew this was a bad idea..." muttered Harry angrily, folding his arms and looking longingly back at the fireplace.

"What was a bad idea? Lucius, what is going on?" asked Snape impatiently.

Lucius sighed. "If I tell you, you must promise me, Severus, that whatever is said in this room today will not reach other ears."

His old friend raised a dark eyebrow but nodded nonetheless.

"It's quite a detailed anecdote, may we sit?" Without waiting for an answer he moved towards a dark purple sofa and slumped into the seat. Severus followed suit and sat in a black armchair. The two men looked at Potter who was still standing.

"Can you make your own way over to the sofa or do I need to give you a map?" asked Snape snidely.

Lucius saw that Harry was about to open his mouth to squabble back so he spoke up.

"He's merely being polite, Severus. Harry, you may sit."

The boy shuffled over to the sofa and sat stiffly on the edge of the seat.

So, Lucius began his long story, leaving out the slightly more graphic parts, but described the symptoms he and Harry had experienced as accurately as possible.

When he'd finished, Lucius looked at Harry, whose face was a light shade of crimson. He turned back to Snape.

"So what are you're theories?"

"Well," Severus said after a while, "there's obviously some attraction to the position both of you are in that the other wants. For instance, Lucius; you seem to be appealed to how Potter fights for the light side and how he is able to turn down power for saving other people. In other words, idiotic Gryffindor qualities which you feel whenever you..." he sniffed, "touch.

"And you, Potter," Lucius didn't miss the sneer Severus gave Harry, "because you seem to have a fetish with saving people–"

"I do not!" snapped Harry.

"Yes you do," said Snape coldly, in a tone that suggested an interruption would result in negative consequences. "You like the good feeling of helping people so, because you're bringing Lucius back to his light side, you want that feeling to continue."

"But how am I helping him? I haven't done anything!" Harry asked, looking puzzled.

"You may think you've done nothing but just by being around me you've changed me," Lucius said, gazing at the confused and innocent look on Harry's face... the stubborn mouth that was pouting and feels so good...

Lucius turned back to Severus quickly and asked, "What about these urges? I lost myself last time and I have no intention of hurting Mr Potter any time soon."

Lucius saw his friend cringe at the statement but he dismissed it.

"So you've actually...bonded?" Severus asked slowly and quietly.

"You could call it that."

"Lucius, don't you realise what trouble you'd be in if anyone got word of this?" Severus said.

"Of course I do! That's why I'm asking, begging, you to not tell anyone."

"Well of course I wouldn't!" Snape said looking affronted. "But what about Albus? He would know how to help more than I."

"You mean there's nothing you can do to stop this thing?" asked Harry, his voice breaking.

"I can think of no permanent cure, but I may have a potion that could... relieve both you of your needs," Severus said, slightly arrogantly.

Lucius realised what this meant; Harry would not love him or need him any more, though Lucius was pretty sure that he would still find that he needed the boy. He'd wanted him since he'd first met him and no potion could take that away.

"Severus, a word please," said Lucius briskly.

"Certainly." The man turned to Potter. "Don't touch anything," he hissed.

"Why would I want to touch anything that's had your slimy hands on it?" snarled Harry.

"You-!"

"Gentlemen, please," Lucius said loudly, stepping between his lover and friend. "Harry, I won't be a minute. Come, Severus."

Lucius saw Snape give Potter a look of utter hatred before leaving the living room.

When they reached the hallway, Lucius closed the door and looked at Severus.

"Don't make the potion," he said shortly.

"What?" Snape asked, baffled. "Then why did you come here?"

"To learn how to control myself around the boy. I don't want him to not need me," Lucius said truthfully.

"It's either that or you endanger him by –"

"Yes, yes, I know!" Lucius snapped, waving his hand impatiently. "But couldn't you make the potion less strong so it would not completely destroy the need the boy has towards me and I towards him?"

"I could, but it could take some time to perfect," Severus calculated.

"Thank you," said Lucius humbly.

"But is Potter happy with this arrangement?" asked Snape quietly.

"He seems to be."

"But do you not see that he is not in his right mind? He is bewitched when he touches you; he obviously can't control his thirst for affection no more than you can to your desperation!"

Lucius said nothing but glared at his friend. Snape knew nothing of how Harry felt; Harry seemed to like Lucius even when they weren't touching.

"Just make the potion so it's not as strong and I will find the right time to use it," he said coldly. I just won't give it to Potter, he finished in his head.

"Very well," Severus nodded.

They made their way back to the living room and found Harry facing the fireplace.

"Potter, what are you doing?" shouted Snape.

The boy did nothing.

"Harry?" Lucius asked nervously. "What is it?"

Harry turned around and pointed a shaking finger to a photo of a very pretty lady with long, red hair and a warm smile.

"Now, Harry-" Lucius began, but Harry interrupted.

"MY MOTHER!" he screamed. "What the hell do you think you're doing with a picture of my mother, you greasy-haired bat!?"

Lucius ran over to Harry, who'd got his wand out, and held both the boys arms down.

"Calm down, Harry. Severus and Lily were very good friends–"

"I don't care!"

Lucius looked imploringly at Severus and said, "We'll be off now, I think." And with that he pulled the struggling boy into the fireplace and they were off.

Bit of the old cannon at the end there ;)

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