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Chapter Nineteen
Harry's POV
As Harry stormed into his room, he slammed the door shut. He began kicking wildly at pieces of furniture, letting out all of his steam. When he'd tired himself out he lay down on the bed, took his glasses off and shut his eyes.
Why did he have to have feelings for Ginny as well Lucius? Why was it always him that weird things happened to?
He felt a tear trickle down his cheek; he hadn't even realised he was so upset.
After a few more minutes of screaming at himself inside his head, Harry eventually fell asleep. His dreams were plagued of Lucius, though the man wasn't angry or vent on taking revenge upon the Weasleys; instead, Lucius was mouthing words to Harry with the most pitiful and heartbreaking look on his patrician features. Harry tried desperately to let Lucius know that he couldn't understand what he was trying to say but his jaw didn't seem to work... then Lucius had turned into Ginny, who was wrapping herself around his body like a snake...
Harry yelped and shot up in bed breathing heavily. He could just make out a hazy figure at the end of his bed and he reached for his glasses. Upon shoving them over his nose, he saw Lucius staring at him.
Harry didn't know what to say; he felt as though he should apologise but then, the more he thought about it, the less guilty he felt.
After an achingly long silence which seemed to be a staring competition, Lucius spoke.
"Your lesson is in five minutes. Meet me downstairs in the basement." Then the man left.
Harry felt slightly nervous; he'd never been to Lucius' basement before – apart from when Lucius had given him the house tour, but that was only the entrance to the room – and he didn't know what to expect.
After splashing his face with some ice cold water and grabbing his wand, Harry strolled down the stairs made his way to the basement. He trudged down the stone steps and found himself in a dimly lit room.
"Expelliarmus!" shrieked a voice as soon as Harry had entered. Immediately he felt his wand jump out of his hand.
"What the-?"
"Dear, dear, Potter," said the silky voice which seemed to be coming from the walls themselves. "I thought you always knew to be on your guard?"
"Well, yeah, but usually that's only when I'm in a fight!" snapped Harry. He looked around to try and see Lucius but the room was very dim and he figured the man could be in any of the shadows or under an invisibility charm.
"Now I want you to show me how you'd locate any hidden charms or hexes round the room," the magnified voice said, and Harry could hear the smirk in the commanding tone. "That way you will know where it is safe to tread."
Harry saw his wand rolling across the floor towards him and he picked it up. He racked his brains for the correct counter-charm and said the only one that he could think of.
"Finite Incantatum!"
At once, all of the hexes – that were obviously charmed to go off when Harry trod on certain spots – went off.
Harry ducked, narrowly avoiding a green coloured spell.
"What the hell!?" he shouted at the voice, and Harry heard the man chuckle.
"You wanted me to teach you, so I'm teaching you my way."
"It's hardly teaching," grumbled Harry. "It's just you sitting back, watching me avoid automatic spells!"
Suddenly the lights went out, and just as Harry was about to raise his wand to cast the lumos spell, he heard Lucius shout out, "Constrictus!"
At once, Harry felt strong, thick ropes wrap themselves around his body, pulling him to the ground.
"Lucius!" exclaimed Harry riley.
"Yes, Mr Potter?" the man asked calmly. The lights came back on to their fullest light and Harry had to blink a few times to get used to the brightness.
He was on his back and looking up at a smirking Lucius.
"You look absolutely divine like that, you know. We should try that out sometime under different circumstances."
Harry struggled and tried to attain his wand that was just out of reach.
"This isn't fair!" he whined.
"Yes, well, battles aren't usually fair, Potter," Lucius said, his eyes still on Harry. "Now show me how you would get out of this."
Again, Harry tried to wriggle himself free, but after fruitless attempts he stopped.
"I can't," he mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I said I can't!" shouted Harry. "I couldn't do it in my fourth year and I can't do it now!" He was referring, of course, to Voldemort's rebirth when Pettigrew had bound him to a headstone with this exact same spell.
"Mmm, indeed..." Harry could barely hear the man. "This is a favourite among the... darker wizards for a number of reasons.
"For one, it is very tricky for the victim to escape from but very quick and easy for the wizard to cast, no fiddly wand movements." Harry did not like the word 'victim', considering his current position.
"Furthermore, it leaves the victim completely helpless and in total surrender to the spell caster." Lucius stepped towards Harry. "Much like you are to me."
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Harry felt slightly excited about this position...
Lucius' POV
Lucius licked his lips as he looked down upon Harry at his feet. He wondered if the boy would be interested in bondage...
"So there's no way to escape from it?" came Harry's voice.
Lucius dragged his thoughts back to his basement.
"The only way for release is for another wizard to release you somehow, whether by a knife or their wand, or if you are exceptionally capable at wandless magic."
"I see," Harry said, obviously waiting to be released.
"You really do look lovely down there," Lucius said softly, bending down to Harry's level.
"Thank you very much, but it's not entirely comfortable," Harry said struggling again.
Watching Harry's flushed face, Lucius felt himself getting aroused. Without thinking, he kissed Harry who kissed back, though feebly.
"What's with the lack of input, Potter?" Lucius asked drawing back.
"Two things," said Harry, who was trying to sit up in the ropes, though failing. "One, I'm still pretty annoyed at you for not letting me stay longer with my friends when I did nothing wrong, and secondly, IT'S BLOODY UNCOMFORTABLE DOWN HERE!" The boy shrieked the last few words, startling Lucius slightly.
Sighing, Lucius decided he should let the boy go; he didn't need to anger Harry any more than he was now.
"Very well." He undid the spell and the ropes snaked back into his wand.
"Thank you," Harry grumbled as he sat up.
"You're quite welcome," Lucius said with a sniff. "I think that will conclude this lesson. Next time we'll work on your wandless magic. However, seeing you in those ropes gave me an idea..."
"What?" asked Harry nervously.
Lucius didn't like the look of fear on the Harry's face... maybe this sort of stuff wasn't for the boy...
"Nothing... another time maybe, Potter."
Lucius extended his hand towards Harry who took it hesitantly and heaved the boy up.
"If I say sorry will you forgive me?" Lucius asked, cupping Harry's chin.
"I suppose I'd have to," Harry said with a grin.
"Then, before I do, know this: whenever you're with your friends again, I want you to remember who you're with," and who's you are, finished Lucius in his head. He didn't say that out loud because he knew it would anger Harry more; the boy was obviously a free spirit.
"Fine," said Harry softly, still in Lucius' hold.
"Seeing you kiss that girl made my heart break and I don't want to feel that weak feeling again, do you understand me?" Lucius said quickly, then shut his mouth abruptly after realising what he'd just admitted to.
Harry stared at him for a moment with a look of utter bemusement on his face, then said "Yes."
Lucius let go of the boy's chin.
"Good. Now then, I need you to –" But Lucius was interrupted by a loud door slam coming from upstairs.
He looked down at Harry who was gazing up at him with wide eyes.
"Wait here," whispered Lucius.
He turned around, took the stone steps two at a time, and silently opened the door. He cursed under his breath.
Standing in his entrance hall was a woman and a teenager, both with blonde hair and both carrying two heavy holdalls.
Narcissa and Draco: Narcissa in her long, velvet black robe and dark forest green dress that tailed on the floor behind her, and Draco in his black suit and travelling cloak.
Lucius tensed: How dare that woman bring her cheating body back to his manor?
Straightening up, he pushed the door open and strode into the hall, his heels clipping on the floor.
"Father!" exclaimed Draco and he ran over to Lucius who patted his son's back. However, he had eyes for nobody but his wife.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed.
"It's my house just as much as it is yours, Luc–"
"It's called Malfoy Manor for a reason, and I don't recall you being a Malfoy, Narcissa Black!" He spat the words at her.
"How dare you?" she screeched in his face.
"How dare I?" he asked disbelievingly. "Need I remind you that you were the one who I caught in bed with Nott? And then not so long after, Avery? Who else have you given yourself away to while you were away?"
His wife opened her mouth as if to protest against the accusation, but decided on staying silent.
"You will leave this house, and take Draco with you," he said though it pained him to say it, but he thought of Harry.
"What?" Draco said indignantly. "I want to stay here! I hate it at Grandmother's!"
"Well, tough. I'm holding many meetings here this summer and I detest the thought of my work colleagues seeing someone like your mother in this house!"
"Lucius! How could you say that in front of our son?" she snapped.
"It's easy to speak the truth," snarled Lucius.
"Father, if I can't stay here can I at least visit at weekends?" his son whined.
Lucius looked on at Draco and realised he couldn't say no; it was, after all, inherited to Draco's fortune.
"Very well, but only on weekends. Do I make myself plain?" Draco nodded eagerly.
"Now get out of here, both of you!" he bellowed. "I have a very important meeting later on!" With a certain raven-haired, emerald-eyed, porcelain-skinned young man...
"You have not heard the last of me, Lucius Malfoy," his wife hissed in his face.
"I think I have, you brazen ingrate –" But he was interrupted by a slap across his cheek that echoed across the empty hall.
Lucius drew himself up to his fall height and grabbed his wife's cheeks in a tight clamp.
"Get out," he said slowly and dangerously, releasing her.
"Draco, let's go," Narcissa said shrewdly.
Lucius noticed how Draco didn't say goodbye to him, nor confirm to his mother that he was coming; instead he just trudged behind, dragging his feet.
Once he had made sure the two had left the grounds, he hurried back to the basement door. As he opened it, he saw Harry standing on the other side looking positively alarmed.
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