Chapter Fifteen

Harry's POV

Harry had just put Malfoy's dinner in the oven and was currently sitting in the study reading a book entitled Advanced Practical Defensive Magic.

He had decided that he'd need to know some complex spells in case Dumbledore asked what he'd learnt during his stay and, at the moment, all he had learnt was that he held feelings for a certain ex-Death Eater.

He hadn't told Lucius that he wanted lessons because he didn't know how the man would react or if he would just laugh. He kept telling himself that it was not because he was scared of embarrassing himself in front of the experienced man...

As the large Grandfather clock in the corner chimed seven o'clock he heard the front door open. Hurriedly he stood up and placed the book back on the shelf. At the same time the door to the study opened and in strode Malfoy.

The man paused to look at Harry who was standing next to the bookshelf, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Anything take your fancy?" Malfoy asked, joining Harry next to the many books and placing his arm round Harry's shoulders.

Should I tell him I want to learn? Harry pondered. He decided he may as well give it a go. Besides, he had already learnt some spells by reading them, He just needed to practice them but he had never been able to. Not because he didn't have his wand – Lucius had been kind enough to collect his things from Privet Drive – but because he had no one to practice with.

"Um... well..." he started, but a hand was sketching light circles on the back of his neck making him shiver and making his brain go fuzzy.

"Yes?" whispered Lucius standing behind Harry.

"I found one p-particular book..." The hand was stroking down his back now...

"Which one?" murmured Malfoy in Harry's ear, and Harry could feel the heat from the mouth...

The man's hands were now wrapped around Harry's torso so they were back to chest.

"It's called..." Harry felt a pair of warm lips press onto his neck and he leant back into the touch, closing his eyes.

"Hmm?" Lucius cooed.

Harry swallowed. "The...the one called... Advanced Prac–" He stopped talking immediately as one of the hands had reached his groin which, he noticed, was partially hard.

"Didn't quite catch that, Potter," Lucius said softly, his hands delving under Harry's clothes.

Don't let him play with you like this! said a strong voice in his head.

Harry opened his eyes, pulled away and turned to face Lucius.

"Advanced Practical Defensive Magic," he said clearly. "That's what it's called."

"You mean..." Malfoy leant towards the bookshelf reaching for a book, sandwiching Harry between the shelf and the man's body, "this one?"

Lucius took a small step back but was still in close proximity to Harry.

Harry looked at the book he'd been reading that was now in Lucius' hand.

"That's the one," he croaked.

He couldn't have been less bothered by the book now. The intimacy of how close he and Lucius were standing had made him realise just how long it had been since he'd felt that feeling of rapture. He just wanted Lucius' touch again.

"Ah yes, this book is useful to a certain extent," said Lucius thoughtfully, thumbing through the old pages. "Of course, it doesn't beat practical tra–"

"Will you teach me?" Harry blurted out.

Harry watched Malfoy's face as the man was thinking. He seemed bemused, sceptical even.

After a minute or so, Lucius finally answered.

"Yes. I believe I will teach you."

"Really?" gaped Harry.

"After this..." And before Harry knew what was happening, Lucius was kissing Harry hard, his hand fisted in Harry's black hair.

Glad that Malfoy had caved first, Harry began kissing back, the tongues fighting for dominance.

Harry felt an overwhelming urge to touch more of Lucius' body and found his hands were underneath the man's satin shirt.

His touch, however, seemed to have awoken Lucius from his bliss as the man pulled away sharply.

Harry merely looked at him, a puzzled expression on his face.

"I'm sorry... Last time... I can't let myself get carried away." Malfoy turned away and sat on the sofa.

Not sure what to do, Harry joined him feeling partially embarrassed.

There was a penetrating silence in which both Lucius and Harry gazed at their hands.

"I spoke to Arthur Weasley today," said Malfoy suddenly, startling Harry out of the stillness. His voice carried a touch of a sneer when mentioning Ron's father's name.

"What? What did he want?" Harry looked at Lucius and saw the man wasn't staring at him.

"He wants you to stay with him and his family for the rest of the summer."

Harry swallowed hard and waited in anticipation for Malfoy to elaborate.

When it was obvious that Lucius didn't want to continue, Harry pushed him.

"What did you say?"

Lucius turned to gaze at him, a glint of anger and, what looked like, possessiveness in his eyes. "I said that you have more important things to do than to waste your time with them."

"What?" exclaimed Harry. "The Weasley's are the closest thing I have to family! I need them! Without them, I'd –"

"Wrong," said Lucius sharply.

Harry looked at the man in outrage.

"You don't need them. What you need is me and I, you. Therefore you will stay with me for the remainder of your holiday."

Harry didn't know what to feel. He felt so much annoyance and infuriation at the blonde wizard before him, but in a way, deep down, he felt happy that someone wanted, even needed, him.

"Can I at least visit them once before school starts?" asked Harry quietly. He tried to look as persuading as possible, opening his eyes as wide as they would go without looking surprised and pouting slightly.

"Now, now, Potter... Play fair," Lucius spoke softly. Harry then felt two strong arms pull him towards Malfoy and was placed onto the man's lap.

"I can't resist your eyes," sighed Lucius, parting Harry's fringe with his fingers. Harry was surprised at how gentle these huge hands could be when they were so strong.

"So?" asked Harry hopefully. "Can I see them? Just for a day?"

"I don't know..." muttered Malfoy, his eyes were staring at the floor, unfocused.

Harry thought of a way that might sway Lucius.

"Fine," he said casually, and slid off the man's lap and made his way out of the study.

"Where are you going, Potter?" he heard Lucius call.

He didn't answer; he was just going to go to his room.

Before he reached the stairs, however, he felt some fingers wrap round his arm and was turned around.

"I said," hissed Malfoy, "where are you going?"

"To my room," said Harry shrugging. "If I'm not allowed to make a simple visit to my best friend's house, I don't want to see you." He tried to pull out of the grip but failed.

"You're in my house, boy, and I'll see you when I want, I'll kiss you when I want, and take you when I want."

"But I won't be willing," said Harry coldly. Blackmail seemed to be the only way to win this man over, seeing as that was how he played. "I know you only enjoy it when I do, and I have much more willpower than you so I'll be able to control myself more."

Harry was proud of this argument and saw by the calculating, yet amused expression on Lucius' face that he'd won.

"Fine," said Malfoy exasperatedly. "You know how to play, Potter, I'll give you that. You would have made a fine Slytherin."

Harry glared. "I was just playing you at your own game. I never use blackmail," if I can help it, he finished in his head.

"I told Weasley that you'd reply with your answer so I suggest you write it now before I get a raid on my house from your Order friends."

"What should I say?" asked Harry. He didn't want the Weasley's to find out what he'd done; that would destroy Ginny after what Lucius had caused her in her second year.

"Just mention that I am giving you private Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons on Professor Dumbledore's orders and you want to be as well prepared as possible for the war," Lucius said smoothly.

"What about my visit? When can I go?"

For a split second, Malfoy's face held a disgusted grimace, but when Harry blinked it was gone.

"How about tomorrow? Get it over and done with, I suppose."

"Thank you!" beamed Harry, and he ran up the stairs to his room where Hedwig awaited him.

Lucius' POV

Lucius watched the boy sprint up the stairs to write his letter, tempted to ask the boy to thank him another way... But he didn't.

He really loves that family, thought Lucius.

He walked through to the kitchen and smelt roast chicken in the oven; it looked nearly done. Lucius decided to let the boy off for forgetting to look after his dinner seeing as he'd had a number of distractions this evening.

He made the table for dinner, and waited for a few more minutes so the chicken would be perfectly cooked. He thought about what Harry had said to him: "But I won't be willing. I know you only enjoy it when I do..." Was he that easy to read? Thinking about it, Lucius was upset when he had first taken Harry, and the boy crying had made Lucius sad too.

After a couple more minutes, Lucius took out his dinner and placed it onto the platter.

He was about to call Harry down but there was already footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Sorry I forgot to get your dinner, sir," came the boy's voice.

Waiting until he saw Harry enter the kitchen he said, "That's quite alright. I told you to write that letter."

He recieved, what looked like, a genuine smile from Harry after he'd said that.

* * *

After dinner, Lucius took Harry upstairs to go to bed. When they reached Harry's room, they both stopped.

"I wanted to say thanks again," mumbled Harry, his face down. He reached for the door knob but did not turn it.

Should I take advantage of that? thought Lucius.

Yes, he concluded.

"Then, would you care to thank me properly?" asked Lucius smirking.

The boy's head looked up slowly.

"How?"

"Just, share my bed tonight, Harry. Please," he begged softly.

"We won't-?"

"No," said Lucius sharply. "Not until you want to."

A grin had emerged on the boy's face.

"May I ask what's so amusing?" asked Lucius sternly.

"So were you making an empty threat downstairs then?" Potter asked smugly.

"I do not make empty threats, Potter," whispered Lucius. "I will take you whenever I want, and that is whenever you want."

"I see," Harry said, still grinning.

Lucius gazed at Harry for a moment; he was so happy that they could be normal around each other now.

"Bed, I think," muttered Lucius, grabbing Harry's hand and leading him to his bedroom.

* * *

Once they were in their night clothes, Lucius got into bed. Harry merely shuffled over and stood next to it looking awkward.

"Come, now. I don't bite, Harry," Lucius said with a smirk. Harry nervously sidled into the bed and Lucius pulled the light weight boy towards him and said, "hard."

And they kissed until their eyes were drooping.

Harry gave a cute little yawn and snuggled under the covers with his head on Lucius' chest. Lucius drew the boy closer towards him and kissed his hair.

"Goodnight, Potter."