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Thought a bit of fluff was needed ^_^

This chapter is slightly different in that it starts with Lucius' POV, just because it's easier to write what's about to happen in Mr Malfoy's mind =P

I hope you enjoy this little thank you present for being so patient with Lucius' needs =)

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Chapter Seventeen

Lucius' POV

After that ... interesting breakfast, Harry had excused himself saying he wanted to get dressed and freshen up before they left for the Weasleys'. Lucius nodded and let the boy go, not before smothering the soft lips.

He didn't move from his bed for a couple of minutes and, finally deciding that he should probably get dressed too, he got up. Sighing to himself he sought out today's clothes; he chose the most expensive and smartest outfit he had – he took pleasure in showing his work colleague up.

As he was about to change, he heard water running and realised Harry must be taking a shower.

Comprehension dawned as he thought of what Harry would look like...

Should I? Lucius thought about how Harry would react if he just so happened to step in the shower at the same time. He figured the boy wouldn't be too bothered...

Wasting no time, he made his way to the bathroom and snuck in.

He noticed Harry's glasses were on the side of the sink and through the frosted glass he could see Harry's silhouette. Taking off his pyjama bottoms and placing them over the towel rack with Harry's, he eased the door open and stepped into the generous sized shower.

The boy was facing the other way, washing his hair. From this angle, Lucius had a full on view of Harry's firm arse and remembered how good it felt...

Quietly he crept up behind Potter and wrapped his arms around the lithe frame.

If Lucius hadn't had such a firm grip on the boy, Potter would have jumped about a foot in the air and most probably slipped over on the slippery floor.

"I don't remember you asking if you could have a shower..." Lucius murmured, nuzzling his face in Harry's damp hair.

"Well, I've never asked before and you've been fine with it!" snapped Harry.

This boy had no tact.

"I'm jesting with you, Potter," sighed Lucius exasperatedly.

"Oh."

All that could be heard for a few moments was the sound of water hitting skin and plastic flooring.

"So you need a shower too, huh?" the boy asked awkwardly.

He turned round to face Lucius and it was all Lucius could do to not take the boy then.

Harry looked absolutely stunning: his dark hair seemed an even denser shade of black and looked even silkier due to the water; it also looked longer because the water had dampened the life and messiness of the hair; his fringe was nearly obscuring the green eyes that weren't hidden from lenses and were squinting to try and get Lucius in focus; occasionally drops of water would drip from Harry's hair and trickle down his pale face which was sparkling with droplets of water, and Lucius so badly wanted to touch the smooth skin...

"Do you still want to wait?" whispered Lucius, caressing the boy's cheek; his hand was almost as big as Harry's head.

Potter raised his hand to hold Lucius'.

"I never wanted to wait," he croaked. "I was just being careful."

Lucius continued the tender stroking of Harry's cheek, and saw that the boy had his eyes closed and was leaning in to Lucius' hand.

"Do you want it now?" asked Lucius softly.

For a moment Lucius thought Harry had fallen asleep standing up; he looked so peaceful and still and he hadn't replied.

However, soon after, the eyes slowly started to open and he nodded.

There was a moment's hesitation before they both hastily embraced and made out in the flowing water.

This time Lucius didn't stop when he felt that sense of purity and wholesomeness but tried to keep his head at the same time.

He placed one hand on the small of the boy's back and with the other, began stroking down Harry's chest and continued down until he reached Harry's hard shaft. Instantly, Harry inclined his body to Lucius' hand, offering himself to him.

Lucius wanted this to be just as pleasurable for Harry as it was going to be for him so he worked Harry's member until the boy came over Lucius' hand.

He licked one of his fingers and saw a blush creep onto Harry's pale cheeks.

Lucius chuckled and rinsed his hand under the powerful jet of water. He then grasped Harry's head and pulled him in for another kiss, backing him against the wall.

He muttered a spell for lubricant using his wandless magic and saw Harry squirm slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of his hole being flooded with lube.

"Are you sure you want this?" murmured Lucius in Harry's ear.

"Yes," he breathed.

Lucius licked his tongue across Harry's jaw line and stopped when he reached Harry's neck. He felt the boy give a small shiver and Lucius grinned to himself; how he loved being able to make Harry feel like this.

As he suckled on Harry's young neck, he pushed one finger into Harry's entrance. He heard a small whimper escape the boy and immediately took it out.

"S-sorry," whispered Harry, "I don't think I can ever get used to that."

Lucius smiled supportingly and put another two fingers in, and yet again Harry winced.

Knowing that Harry wanted him to keep going he stretched the digits and heard Harry grunt.

"Ready?" cooed Lucius.

"When you are," said Harry through his teeth.

Lucius swiftly pulled his fingers out and repeated the incantation for lubricant so that his cock was plastered with the stuff.

Slowly but stealthily, Lucius pushed into Harry's entrance and, at once, was lost in his paradise.

He vaguely heard a cry out and tried to pull his mind of ecstasy.

Using all of his strength, he spoke. "How...is...it?" he panted.

"Just... don't stop," hissed Harry.

Lucius pushed in and pulled out of Harry's arse until he'd found the right spot inside Harry, causing the boy to groan and his hands – that were clasped onto Lucius' shoulders – to tighten.

He'd reached a steady pace and they were both rocking in time with each other. The boy had his arms around Lucius' neck and his legs around Lucius' hips giving Lucius better aim.

Lucius realised Harry was pulling him closer, so he took that to mean faster.

He increased his pace and the feeling of himself inside Harry, along with Harry's pleasure-filled moans, drove him to elation.

Lucius shivered and released his seed into Harry, filling the boy with himself. He leant against Harry – who was still wrapped around Lucius and was supported by the wall behind him – and he closed his eyes.

After a couple of minutes regaining his breath, Lucius opened his eyes.

"We did it," he said with a weak smile.

"You did it," muttered Harry. "Screw Snape's potion."

Lucius chortled and kissed Harry's lips lightly.

Harry's POV

Harry was so content in Lucius' arms, he didn't realise the man was carrying him out of the shower until he was plonked onto the toilet lid and Lucius was wrapping a towel around his shoulders.

Still trying to get his brain to focus, Harry looked up at the man standing over him, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Malfoy's hair was sopping wet and, even though it was damp, it didn't look darker; if anything, the water seemed to enhance the silver-blonde fibres.

Harry felt Lucius' hand on his face again and the soft touch was like a lullaby, lulling his eyes to sleep.

However, the hand gave his cheek a gentle slap and Harry's eyes snapped open.

He scowled at Malfoy who merely smirked.

"Get dressed, we're leaving soon."

Harry nodded, not being able to think of anything to say.

"Oh, and please try and wear some of the nicer clothes in your wardrobe," said Lucius with his signature sneer, though his eyes were sparkling. "I won't have you turning up looking like a muggle when you've been staying at my house."

"What?" exclaimed Harry. "I'm not going to Ron's house looking like a mini you!"

"Well, I've destroyed all of the other muggle clothes so you either dress in the clothes I provide or you turn up naked," said Malfoy calmly. "Which I wouldn't mind, but I'm sure the Weasley's wouldn't appreciate it."

"Fine," snapped Harry, folding his arms and turning away.

"Now, now, no sulking," the man said, patting Harry's head. "I'll leave you to get ready."

"Gee, thanks," muttered Harry, his lust gone. Yet, he found he wasn't completely aggravated at the man.

After Malfoy had exited the bathroom, Harry stood up, wrapped the towel around his lower body and made his way to his room. Grudgingly, he shuffled over to the huge wardrobe.

He opened the doors and fumbled through the hangers. He found that nearly all of the clothes in there were made from fine silk, velvet or satin.

He sighed angrily to himself and thought of what Ron would say. He had to make sure that Ron knew he was still the same Harry, not an aristocratic snob.

After many long minutes of searching for a decent outfit, he still hadn't found anything that he could bear wearing.

A knock at the door made him jump.

"What?" he asked slightly angrier than he'd meant it to sound.

"Are you ready?" enquired the silky voice.

Harry didn't reply and carried on searching. He didn't turn around when he heard the door to his room open either.

"Let me choose," murmured a voice in Harry's ear, and before he could protest, Lucius had lifted him off the floor and placed him aside from the wardrobe.

"Hmm..." Malfoy muttered, "This will do for a shirt..." And he thrust a v-necked, black shirt into Harry's hands which Harry had avoided. "Along with these..." He then gave Harry a pair of plain black, nylon trousers which Harry must have missed because he thought they looked quite tolerable. "Oh and you'll be needing..." Harry felt something soft hit his face and he saw that they were a pair of silk underpants.

"Can I have another shirt?" requested Harry, holding up the shirt with a very low neck and looking at it nervously.

"That will do nicely. Besides," Lucius said, stepping over to Harry and stroking his torso, "it will show off your handsome chest."

Harry blushed and turned away.

"Now that you know what you're wearing, I want you ready in less than ten minutes."

Harry said nothing but waited until he heard the door close to start stripping. He pulled on the cold material that was his underwear and he shivered. He found the trousers fitted perfectly, a bit snug on his arse but other than that bearable. I bet Lucius made them like that purposely. Then he pulled the shirt on and he instantly blushed. The shirt was fitted, clinging to his embarrassingly small torso and the neck was extremely low, revealing his protruding collar bones.

He walked over to the mirror and examined himself in disgust. He ruffled his hair more to make it messier and also to remind him that not all of him was covered in neatness and Lucius-ness.

The door opened and Lucius stalked in. Harry turned around and the man stopped dead in his tracks; it was all Harry could do to not fidget under the man's silver-eyed gaze.

"My gosh, I'm a genius," whispered Malfoy.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to the mirror to pull at his shirt, willing it to become less tight.

"I can't wait to show you off to that family," said Lucius casually.

Harry stopped moving and whipped round to face Malfoy. "I'm not yours to show off!"

"Of course not," said Malfoy, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he made his way to Harry who was still facing the man defiantly.

"Your arse looks wonderful in those trousers," Malfoy muttered as he grabbed it firmly with one huge hand.

Harry jumped and, consequently, ended up with his face in Lucius' chest.

"Can we just go, please?" asked Harry, his voice muffled.

"I suppose we'd better."

They made their way to Lucius' room, the man's hand never leaving Harry's behind.

Lucius familiarly threw the Floo powder into the grate and said the two words where Harry had longed to go for all of his summer.

"The Burrow."

Immediately they were thrown into a dizzying circle of fireplaces and eventually ended up in a particularly old brick one. Harry felt the threat of being thrust head first onto the floor but, yet again, a strong hand saved him.

"HARRY!"

"Harry!"

"Good to see you, mate!"

Harry looked around to see his best friends and saw Ron, Hermione and Ginny running over to him from the table.

"Hey, guys," said Harry grinning.

He received two crushing hugs from Hermione and Ginny and a firm handshake and pat on the back from Ron.

"Harry, dear!" came Molly Weasley's voice. "Don't you look dashing!"

"Morning, Mrs Weasley." He received a very motherly hug from the plump little lady, who then turned to Lucius behind Harry.

She gave a funny jerk of the head to acknowledge the man's presence and began muttering to herself about getting her husband.

There was a loud silence while Harry noticed the glares from his friends being sent to Lucius.

"Aha," said a voice, and Harry saw Mr Weasley march into the room. "Good to see you, Harry," he said, shaking Harry's hand.

"You too, Mr Weasley."

"Lucius," the balding man said.

"Arthur," came the crisp voice of Lucius.

"Kids, why don't you take Harry upstairs?"

"We're not kids!" snapped Ginny.

"Just go upstairs," Arthur said more firmly.

Harry turned to look at Lucius who nodded. He gave the man a small smile as he followed the others, feeling very guilty for leaving him.

Hmm... how will this visit end?

;) I have an idea and it's full of ANGST!!

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Time to make up for all the fluff! xD

Thanks again for your support and advice for this fic =)

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