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Chapter Eighteen

Harry's POV

As he followed his school friends upstairs he heard the voice of Mr Weasley but he couldn't make out what he was saying. He hoped it wouldn't be too awkward for Lucius.

"Haha, you look like Draco, Harry!" said Ron when they'd reached his bedroom.

"Don't I know it," grumbled Harry.

"Why are you wearing it?"

"Mr Malfoy said that as long as I'm staying at his house I have to dress properly," Harry replied, adding a touch of annoyance to his voice.

"Well, I think you look rather handsome," said Ginny casually, a grin on her freckled face. "The snobby look suits you."

Harry blushed but gave her a playful shove. He'd forgotten how pretty Ginny looked when she smiled.

"How are your lessons going anyway, Harry?" asked Hermione as they all perched on Ron's bed.

"Oh, they're okay... quite hard," Harry said, improvising. "Lucius really pushes me."

"What's it like?" asked Ron leaning forwards eagerly. "Malfoy Manor?"

"As you'd expect it to be," said Harry grinning. "The building's way too big and it's full of expensive looking furniture."

"Do you mind staying there?" asked Ginny. "I'd have thought that, after your second year and especially after last year, you'd –"

"I know," said Harry brusquely.

There was a silence in which Harry looked at his hands and he could practically hear the exchanged glances between Hermione, Ron and Ginny.

"Look," he said with a sigh and looking at his friends. "I can't dwell on stuff I can't change and I really need these lessons so I need to learn to forgive."

"You're right, I'm sorry Harry. I should never have brought it up..." mumbled Ginny taking Harry's hand.

"Nah, it's okay, honestly," he said giving her a warm smile and squeezing her hand. "Oh yeah, where are Fred and George?"

"They're supposed to be in Diagon Alley, looking for 'inspiration' for their Weasley's Wizard Wheezes merchandise," Ron informed Harry.

"Seems like they're doing pretty good then," said Harry. "Anyway, how have your summers been?" Harry asked all three.

Ron and Ginny told Harry about their trip to Egypt and Hermione told him how she'd gone camping with her parents in Devon.

They talked for at least an hour about nothing and everything. It was nice and Harry felt a different kind of happiness; not the one he usually felt when he and Lucius... touched, but a normal, friendly happiness that he'd almost forgotten existed.

Eventually Mrs Weasley called them all down for lunch. They walked down the rickety stairs laughing and joking, but when they saw Lucius was still in the kitchen the laughter faltered.

"Mr Malfoy will be staying for lunch, too," said Arthur with an attempt at a smile.

Harry looked at Lucius who was leaning back in his chair with that air of superiority. Harry was tempted to laugh but seeing the livid expressions of his friends he held it in.

"I've made quite a big meal for you all so I hope you're hungry!" said a jolly Mrs Weasley.

They all hurried towards the table which was full of plates of spaghetti. Harry was tempted to sit next to Lucius but thought it would look slightly odd, seeing as he came here to see his friends. So, he took a seat next to Ginny and Hermione.

He licked his lips at the appetizing smell of Mrs Weasley's homemade tomato sauce.

"Well, tuck in everybody!" she said smiling warmly.

Harry reached for the water jug to pour himself a glass but his hand brushed Ginny's as they both made a move for it.

Ginny blushed furiously and grinned.

"Here, let me," said Harry pouring some for her.

"Thanks," she said staring at Harry.

He returned her grin and made to pour some for himself. However, upon looking away from Ginny he came into eye contact with Lucius who looked fuming.

Subtly, Harry shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "What?"

He wrapped some of the long spaghetti round his fork and took a big bite, sucking in the drooping strings he missed. He then remembered what happened at breakfast and timidly looked up at Lucius. The man was staring at him with so much hunger and lust that Harry was surprised no one had said anything. Though looking around, the rest of them seemed concentrated on getting the spaghetti so stay on their forks.

Harry tried to ignore the man for the rest of the meal and enjoy the family atmosphere. The food was wonderful, it was nice to have someone else cook for him for once and Mrs Weasley's food was always delicious.

Even though there was a vast amount of conversation, Harry noticed nobody spoke to Lucius. The man had hardly eaten anything, whether it was due to the fact he'd had a large breakfast only a couple of hours ago or that he didn't want to eat food made by a Weasley, and judging by the snooty, disgusted expression on the man's face, Harry guessed it was the latter.

Eventually, the plates were empty – with the exception of Lucius' – and everyone was leaning back in their chairs, stuffed.

"Ooh, Harry, you've got a little something," murmured Ginny.

"Hmm?" he asked dozily; he felt nicely full and sleepy. "Where?"

He sat up and wiped his chin.

"Just there," she said softly, and wiped a bit of pasta sauce off the corner of his lips. He felt his cheeks get slightly hot at the intimate touch.

"Thanks," he said smiling at her.

"No problem," she said with a wink.

He heard someone clear their throat loudly and looked around to find Lucius looking reasonably livid.

Harry turned away under the angry stare and felt slightly guilty. He then realised he hadn't done anything wrong and sat up straighter.

"Harry, can I show you something quickly?" asked Ginny quietly.

"What?" he asked baffled.

"Just a present from Egypt," she said grinning.

"What is it?" asked Harry.

"A surprise."

Harry nodded.

"Mum?" Ginny asked. "Can me and Harry be excused? I forgot to give him his present from Egypt."

"Yes, dear," said Molly vaguely who was in a conversation with Hermione about Devon.

Harry followed Ginny out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"It's in here," she whispered, opening the door to her room.

Harry went in first and turned around to face her.

"Now, close your eyes while I... find it. It's a surprise," she reminded him as he hesitated.

Harry closed his eyes and waited. Shortly after, however, he felt a small pair of soft lips peck at his.

He could smell Ginny's flowery scent and didn't open his eyes until he heard a creak.

He opened his eyes and looked at the door.

"It's probably just the ghoul," whispered Ginny, moving in again to Harry, but Harry moved his head slightly, so Ginny ended up kissing his cheek.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I...I can't Ginny," Harry said, trying to think up an excuse which didn't involve Lucius. "Ron would –"

Ginny let out a loud laugh. "Ha! Ron! I don't care what he thinks!"

"Well, I do. He's my best mate, Gin."

Ginny looked down shamefully and Harry felt bad for making her feel so awkward.

"I'm sorry," he said, taking her hand.

When she looked up her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.

"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that..."

"Well," said Harry, struggling for words. "It was a nice present."

They both gave a weak chuckle and made their way downstairs.

However, when they both got there, Harry realised Lucius wasn't in his seat.

"Where's –?"

"He went to use the toilet, I think," said Arthur.

"Oh." What did that mean? Had Lucius really gone to the toilet or had he known something was up?

He heard some footsteps behind him and turned round to see Lucius looking very tense.

Lucius' POV

How dare that filthy, red-headed, slut touch Harry? Let alone kiss him?

During the dinner, Lucius had just about held his anger in. He wanted to grab hold of Harry and hide him from everyone elses prying eyes, then strangle the girl who'd been flirting with an oblivious Harry through the whole meal. He'd followed the two teenagers after they'd excused themselves knowing what the girl was playing at. He'd said he'd needed the toilet and waited until he was out of eyesight of the kitchen to put a disillusionment spell on himself. Then he had crept into the ginger girl's bedroom where he'd found her lips were upon his Harry's! And Harry had done nothing! The boy had let the girl kiss his lips...

Feeling slightly sick and extremely angry, he went to the toilet and splashed his face with some cold water. Once his temper had cooled down somewhat he left for the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to get away from this pathetic household.

"Thank you for lunch, we'll be off now, I think," said Lucius coldly as he entered the crowded kitchen.

"What?" exclaimed Harry. "We've only been here three hours or so!"

"We're going," he said harshly. "You've got a lesson this afternoon."

Harry scowled and Lucius glared. He then realised everyone was staring at them.

"You can stay if you want, Harry," said Arthur strongly. The nerve of that man!

Lucius stared hard into Harry's eyes and as Harry looked at him; he knew Harry wouldn't risk aggravating him. He had, at least, let Harry catch up with his friends and that was something he wasn't going to do at all.

"No, I suppose I'd better go," the boy said quietly.

Good boy, thought Lucius.

"Excellent," Lucius snapped. He stormed towards the fireplace and waited for Harry to follow him. However, Harry was delayed because of his goodbye hugs and good luck whispers that Lucius could hear.

Finally, Harry got into the fireplace and Lucius threw some Floo Powder into the grate and growled, "Malfoy Manor."

When they'd stopped spinning, Lucius didn't save Harry from falling this time; he was furious at the boy.

"What the hell was that about?" shrieked Harry, dusting down his shirt and standing up.

"That's exactly what I was going to ask you," hissed Lucius in the boy's face.

"What?"

"Don't think I don't know," Lucius snarled poking Harry in the chest so hard that the boy stumbled back slightly. "I saw what went on in that girl's bedroom."

"Wha... I never... How?" stammered the boy.

"Just a simple disillusionment charm," said Lucius, a slight edge to his voice.

"That's completely unfair! Besides, Ginny and I are really good friends and –"

"And what?" screeched Lucius. "Does that mean you need to kiss? What are you? A slut?"

Lucius saw Harry's angry expression waver and he knew he'd surprised the boy.

"It was a kiss!" croaked Harry. "She kissed me when I had my eyes closed!"

"And why, pray tell, were your eyes shut?"

"She said she wanted to give me a surprise present..." the boy mumbled.

"That's the oldest line in the book, Potter," sighed Lucius.

He glared at Harry some more before the boy spoke up.

"I stopped her," he said quietly. "I told her I couldn't..."

"Did you tell her why?" questioned Lucius.

"Of course I bloody well didn't!" snapped Harry.

Lucius narrowed his eyes and grasped Harry's chin. "Don't ever let that happen again. I stayed at that cursed household for three damn hours for you, Potter."

The boy pulled away and rubbed his jaw. "Whatever, I need a sleep."

"I meant what I said earlier," Lucius said, grabbing Harry's arm before he could get away. "We're having a lesson later."

Harry nodded, yanked his arm back and stalked out of the room and Lucius let him go, not wanting to see that gorgeous face while it was so angry.

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