I'm home from holiday!!

I have written more chapters but they're all incomplete so I'll fix them up and then post them ;)

This chapters not amazing...Well, I don't think so, it just leads up to my next chapter :)

OOH! OMG! I SAW TWO BLONDE AND BLACK HAIRED GUYS KISSING!! I'm sure you can guess what my first thought was... ^_^

I tried not to look for too long =/

Haha ok I sound like a pervert now..

Just read the fic xD

Chapter Twenty

Harry's POV

After Lucius had left the basement, Harry had heard raised voices and, instinctively, went up to see what was going on. He pushed the door open slightly and peered through the crack.

What he'd seen, however, had scared Harry slightly because he hadn't realised Lucius would put he, Harry, before his own family; he saw Lucius telling his wife to get out and even told Draco that he couldn't live here for the rest of the holidays! However, what disturbed him more was the fact that Draco didn't seem bothered by his parent's dispute; he'd just watched on looking rather fed up, though not upset... almost as though he was used to it.

In all honesty, Harry had completely forgotten about Draco and Narcissa and, thinking about it now, it had only been a matter of time before they had come back to their home.

Finally, after a very heated discussion, the two had left, leaving Lucius alone in the huge entrance hall. Harry was still so shocked at how far Lucius was going to protect their... relationship that he didn't notice Lucius making his way back to the basement. So, when the door opened fully, Harry jumped and looked up at an extremely angry-looking Lucius who had a very red cheek from the slap.

"I thought I told you to wait down there?" said Lucius hoarsely.

"I-I heard raised voices..." Harry said nervously.

Lucius rubbed his eyes and held his face, the effect making him look tired and old.

"Get me a fire whiskey," he said, and walked off towards his study.

Harry rushed to the kitchen and poured the man a generous amount, knowing he would need it.

"Here you go." Harry placed the glass in the man's hands when he got back to the study. "Listen, I think I should... stay somewhere else until school starts."

Lucius – who'd been leaning back on his armchair and sipping his drink – spluttered and coughed on his whiskey, sat up straight and stared at Harry as though he didn't know who the boy was sitting before him.

"May I ask why?" Lucius asked wiping his chin. The man's voice was bitter and harsh.

"It was just... seeing Draco having to leave because of me..." How Harry hated his weakness of caring for other people, especially when he and Draco hated each other with a vengeance.

"What the hell are you talking about, Potter?" snapped Lucius.

"Well, for one, it's Draco's house too, and secondly, you're abandoning your own son for me! A scrawny, speccy, scar-faced prat!" He figured he was feeling this way because of his own childhood and lack of parentage.

The man moved over from his chair to the sofa where Harry was sitting and held Harry's face in his hands.

"You are so much more than that, Harry," whispered Lucius.

"Hardly," Harry mumbled, averting his eyes from Malfoy's face.

"So what would you suggest?" Lucius asked letting go, his voice ever so slightly softer though still argumentative.

"Just... I don't know; I won't go to the Weasleys if you don't want me to... I could go back to the Dursley's or somewhere –"

"No-you-will-not!" Lucius said sharply. "If I can help it you'll never set another foot in that muggle household ever again." The blonde sighed. "I know you feel bad about what I'm doing, but it's my house and therefore my rules. Draco has had fifteen long years of growing up with what he wants and I admit to spoiling him. A few more weeks shan't do him any harm."

"Yes, I know that, but at the weekends –" Harry started, but was interrupted.

"You are not leaving this house, do you understand?"

"But –"

"But nothing. I'll tell my son that I'm going to teach you defensive lessons, and of course explain to him that I've changed sides..." Lucius trailed off.

"You see?" said Harry, jumping at the hesitation. "He's going to be so confused, not to mention suspicious!"

"I'll find a way," hissed Lucius, his eyes glittering with enthusiasm. "I can't lose you."

Harry looked at the man whose life he had changed so drastically. He suddenly remembered what had happened the first time they had been intimate...

Harry grabbed Lucius' left arm and yanked up the sleeve to reveal an almost perfectly pale patch of skin; the only sign of the Dark Mark ever being burned there was the light grey outline.

"What happens when it goes completely?" Harry asked, tracing the outline. "And what about if Voldemort calls you?"

Lucius snatched his arm away and pulled his sleeve down. "We'll find out when it happens."

"That could be too late," said Harry quietly.

"Then so be it," Lucius said with a sniff. "I need to contact Draco later on today to arrange a meeting with him about what times he can visit."

Harry wanted to argue with Lucius about the Dark Mark and how unfair it is that Lucius can't lose him yet he could lose Lucius. However, he stuck to the changed subject.

"What's he going to think when he sees me here, though?" stressed Harry.

Lucius said nothing, but seemed to be thinking.

"Please, at least on weekends, let me go somewhere else!" begged Harry. It wasn't that he didn't want to be with the man; it was just the idea of looking Draco in the eye.

"For the last time, no!" shouted Lucius. "Believe me, I know how much you two hate each other and I have no intention of being in the middle of your arguments. However, as I said previously, you are not leaving this house!"

Harry understood the tone at once; he wouldn't get any further in begging Lucius to let him go.

"Then what will I do while Draco's here?"

"Hide," the man said simply.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Hide?" he repeated dully. "You expect me to hide in a room by myself for two days a week?" Harry snorted. "No thanks."

"You won't always be on your own..." Lucius said deeply, shimmying closer to Harry and tracing fingers up Harry's thigh.

"And what's your son going to think you're doing when you disappear?" Harry asked, his eyes on the hand that was now crawling under his shirt.

"He's used to me residing in my study for hours at a time," Lucius whispered, his hand stroking Harry's belly. "He only wants to come back for his room and his precious belongings. Narcissa's mother is extremely old fashioned so there would not be much for Draco to do there."

"Oh," said Harry surprised. He didn't feel as guilty, now, for taking away Draco's father.

"So do we have a deal?" murmured Lucius, and Harry felt the man's breath on the nape of his neck.

"I don't know... the deals you make have strange consequences..." said Harry grinning.

"Strange, yes, but also rather positive ones... don't you think?" Lucius muttered, pushing Harry's hair back.

Then they were kissing. Lucius had pushed Harry down onto the sofa so that Harry was beneath the man; he could smell the fire whiskey on Lucius' warm breath.

Harry wrapped his arms around the man's neck, his hands interweaving in the blonde strands, while he let Lucius explore his body.

It was only now that Harry realised the strange, happy emotion he was experiencing – and had been experiencing – was love.

Lucius' POV

Lucius couldn't believe the conversation he had just had with Harry. Lucius knew the boy didn't have much confidence due to his background, but he'd never realised that was how Harry felt about himself...

Well, mused Lucius, I'm just going to have to make him realise how much he means to me.

Lucius looked down at Harry who had his eyes closed and was smiling dreamily. He leaned in to Harry's ear and whispered, "I love you."

Harry's eyes shot open and he looked at Lucius incredulously.

"What?" he croaked, his green eyes wide.

"I'm in love with you," Lucius murmured in Harry's hair.

He wasn't expecting Harry to push him off and scramble off the sofa.

"What on earth –?" started Lucius.

"You said... no, it can't... I shouldn't be..." the boy mumbled, making for the door.

"Potter!" Lucius shouted. "Potter, get back here!" He grasped Harry's elbow and held the boy's slight shoulders.

"What was that about?" he demanded.

Harry said nothing but shook his head, his eyes closed.

"Tell me!" He shook Potter to try and get him out of this weird daze.

The boy's eyes opened tiredly to reveal watery, bloodshot orbs.

"But I can't..." he muttered, more to himself than answering Lucius' question.

"Why?" asked Lucius impatiently, though slightly scared.

"Everyone I come close to dies," he said, his voice cracking.

Lucius didn't know what to say; he was only good at comforting to a certain extent. Draco had never really needed consoling because he always got what he wanted or was never exposed to the reality of loss.

"I..." Lucius cleared his throat. "I don't –"

"My parents, Sirius, even Cedric who wasn't even that close to me!" The boy had started crying now. "It's only a matter of time before Ron and Hermione and Ginny... And then you..." Harry had his arms around Lucius' waist, clinging so tightly that Lucius couldn't move.

"It's going to take a lot to take me from you," Lucius murmured, stroking Harry's hair soothingly and rubbing circles on his back. The boy seemed so young, clinging to Lucius and sobbing on his chest, and Lucius realised that Harry had probably never had anyone to comfort him when he was a child.

"More than Voldemort?" Harry whispered.

Lucius said nothing but continued the massaging of Harry's back. It was only now that he appreciated Harry's age; the boy was sixteen and had seen things not many people ever live to see. Logically, he shouldn't even be alive and that thought made Lucius hug Harry tighter, tighter than he'd ever hugged anyone in his life.

"More than him, yes," Lucius said softly.

There was a silence in which the only present sounds were Harry's breaths.

"Then I love you too," came a small, whispered voice.

Lucius had never felt this happy in years. This strange, captivating boy had become his life.

Though hearing Harry still sobbing he couldn't force himself to smile.

Suddenly a thought occurred to Lucius; had the boy ever been on a holiday? Had he ever seen past his Muggle town and Hogwarts?

Lucius pulled Harry back to his sofa and held his hands.

"S-s-sorry," Harry said through his breaths.

"What's brought this on?" Lucius asked sternly.

Harry didn't answer so Lucius tried guessing.

"You were fine until I said those words..."

"It's just..." a sob, "no one has ever..." another sob, "said that to me..." a shaky breath, "that I can remember."

Lucius would have thought the situation corny had it not been Harry who'd voiced those words. Mentally, Lucius slapped himself round the face. Those three words are powerful and, of course, Harry would never have heard those words growing up, nor would any of the teenage-fling-relationships have been so deep.

Suddenly Harry began hitting his head with the palm of his hand as though to get rid of something in his mind and Lucius was reminded of Dobby when he would punish himself. Though Lucius did not find this nearly as funny as when his house-elf did it.

"I'm sorry," said Harry in a scarily calm and collected voice. "That must have so embarrassing to watch..."

"Not at all," Lucius said suspiciously. "Listen, go and grab your trunk and fill it with all the clothes you can fit in it."

He'd made up his mind; he was taking Harry away for a holiday.

So... I know it didn't have much "action" in but it's showing how close these two hotties are growing to eachother ;)

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