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Chapter Twenty Four

Harry's POV

The rest of the holiday passed very quickly, much to Harry's dislike.

The days, although samey, were perfect. He and Lucius would have breakfast outside, then go for a 'swim' or explore the woods. One time, Lucius transformed into his Animagus self which turned out to be a beautiful white stallion and he let Harry ride on him down the beach. He had told Harry that it would only be the once as he did not like people using him but Harry didn't care; he found it surreal that the man he loved was the horse he was riding on. Lucius trotted gently through the waves, then galloped over the white sands and back towards the cottage for lunch where they'd spend the next few hours just relaxing from their tiring walks. Then came dinner and after that, every evening without fail, they would return to the bedroom where Harry would let Lucius take him, round after round.

On the last night, Lucius put him in Kinbaku again, but then he had tied the soft ropes around Harry's balls so he had to learn to keep his body still if he didn't want them strangled in the chokehold. Harry found the pain and intensity of the situation did indeed improve the passion also, although at one point he felt like punching Lucius on his pointy nose when he wasn't aloud to orgasm even when they'd finished. Lucius had said he liked Harry's expression before he came so he had prolonged that moment.

Harry sulked for the rest of the night.

On the morning of their leave, Harry took a walk down the beach on his own while Lucius packed.

He gazed out at the wide ocean, then closed his eyes and listened to the soft gushes as the waves hit the shore.

In a way he didn't want to go back, but he knew he had to. He had school in a week's time and needed a lot more training from Lucius if he were to convince the teachers and his friends that he and Lucius were merely teacher and student, nothing more. Also, the fact that Lucius would be teaching at Hogwarts this year gave Harry more reason to think that this year could possibly turn out to be his best yet.

* * *

"Ready to go?" Lucius asked as Harry entered the cottage.

"Not really," mumbled Harry, taking in as much of their haven as possible.

"We'll come back, I promise," assured Lucius giving Harry his trunk along with a peck on the lips.

Harry smiled and nodded. Together they exited the little house and Lucius put up the wards again.

"Take my hand," he ordered, and Harry obliged reluctantly.

In an instant they were spinning back to England.

Back to Malfoy Manor.

Back to reality.

* * *

While they unpacked on the floor of Lucius' bedroom, Harry asked Lucius about when they were going to continue his training.

"That's a good point," the man said thoughtfully. "I need to get back to work as soon as possible but I suppose I could get off early a couple of evenings this week, and we'd have the weekend to practice too, of course..."

"No we don't," Harry said with a sigh. "Draco comes over on weekends, remember?"

"Then he'll have to postpone his visit. I'll tell him that he may as well finish off the remainder of his holidays at his Grandmother's house."

"What did he do on the weekends while we were away, anyway?" asked Harry. "If he came in and saw my room..."

"He would not have been able to get into the house while I was away," Lucius said. "I put the wards up and the person who casts them is the only one who can take them down again."

"He'll be pretty annoyed then, seeing as he hasn't had the chance to stay in his own house all summer," Harry said, pleased with the idea of an infuriated Draco.

"Mmm... indeed," Lucius murmured.

Harry looked at Lucius while the man unpacked his shoes. It was only now that he'd realised how appealing Lucius was to the eye; Harry wanted to climb on top of him now and kiss the vicious lips. Then he and Lucius would feel the increase in their passion and Harry would go on to experiencing that golden feeling when you know you've done something that will change the world for the better, and Lucius would forget about whatever troubles that were in that enigmatic mind of his and feel Harry's light and purity...

Harry leapt onto the man causing him to fall backwards onto the carpet. He'd never done anything so forward with the man before and he liked it. He kissed deep into Lucius' mouth and felt a sense of satisfaction when he heard the man moan.

However, suddenly Harry was on his back and Lucius was over him.

"Let's not forget our positions, now, Potter," Lucius said with a smirk. "I've been ruled over by the Dark Lord for too long, and I'm not about to change sides just so a fifteen year old boy thinks he can choose when we act intimate."

Harry snickered at the control-freak on top of him.

"Sorry, it won't happen again," he said with a grin.

"I'll make sure of it. You're about to learn your place very clearly, Mr Potter," Lucius whispered.

All of a sudden Harry's hands were tied above his head and his clothes were gone.

"Hey!" he objected, trying to move his arms.

"What's wrong?"

"You're still dressed."

"Yes, and?"

Harry paused and looked at Lucius who was grinning, showing his pearly white teeth.

"I don't need to undress if I don't feel like it. You, on the other hand... Well, I get to choose what I do with you."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm trembling in my non-existent panties," he said sarcastically.

"You will be," Lucius breathed, stroking a finger across Harry's jaw line and teasing his mouth with it. He inserted it through Harry's parted lips and Harry nibbled it lightly, and started to suck on it.

Lucius removed his fingers and Harry's mouth was empty. He felt the man's wet finger stroke down his chest and it came to rest on one of his hard nipples. There it tweaked and pulled and stroked, making Harry shiver involuntarily.

Then, in place of the finger was Lucius' mouth, sucking on Harry's nipple and making its way down to Harry's abdomen. Harry gasped and closed his eyes as he felt a warm, moist cave enclose round his weeping member.

"Luc..." he groaned. The man had never performed oral on him before, but now, as Harry felt Lucius stroking up and down his cock with his tongue, he cursed every wasted second when he wasn't under Lucius' mouth.

Harry's body began arching and thrusting into Lucius' accomplished mouth and in seconds he came with a loud cry.

He relaxed and felt Lucius withdraw.

"I do believe you're trembling, Mr Potter," Lucius said arrogantly.

Harry said nothing but breathed heavily, his arms still tied above his head and his eyes half open, dazed.

However, a moment later the ropes round his wrists were gone and Harry brought his arms down to his chest were he cradled them.

"Was there any point in those bonds?" he asked hoarsely.

"Not really, they just make you look like a sacrifice for me," Lucius said licking his lips.

Harry was about to protest about how unfair that was, but then he had a – very strange – revelation: he was willing to sacrifice himself to the man that had shown him real love and trust.

He suddenly realised that he would willingly offer himself up to Lucius Malfoy if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with the man.

Lucius' POV

For a minute, Lucius and Harry stared at each other without saying one word, green into silver; Slytherin colours, Lucius realised.

He had never fully appreciated Harry's beautiful torso, so smooth, hairless and pale with lightly defined abs over his prominent ribcage, making it look slightly undeveloped, fragile and young, so much more different than his own broad build.

Suddenly, Harry took hold of Lucius' hand and placed it over his chest so Lucius could feel the boy's heartbeat which was still hammering.

"Yours," Harry said, so softly that Lucius thought he'd imagined it.

Lucius' wide hand caressed the area of soft skin covering the youthful heart and knew what Harry meant by the word.

"Mine," Lucius whispered back.

They continued gazing at each other for another few blissful minutes, all the while Lucius had his hand over Harry's heart, knowing he'd earned his place in there.

* * *

After the minor interruption of unpacking, Lucius continued as normal. He gave Harry his decency back and charmed his clothes from the suitcase to hang up in the wardrobe.

When the tedious job of unpacking was done, Lucius took Harry downstairs for his second lesson; they really couldn't afford to waste this last week.

"Now, I believe we were going to concentrate on your wandless magic," Lucius said once they were in the basement. He held out his hand. "Give me your wand."

Harry handed over the stick of wood looking at it longingly.

"Thank you," Lucius said smirking. "Have you ever performed wandless magic before?"

"Well, I guess... though I didn't know I was doing it," the boy mumbled.

"Oh really?" Lucius asked, genuinely interested. "What happened?"

Harry muttered something unintelligible along the lines of, "blup-ma-unt."

"I'm sorry?"

"I blew up my aunt!" he said clearer.

Lucius stared at Potter before he felt a grin curling on his lips.

"I see," he said trying not to laugh. "And this was an accident?"

"Yes."

"Were you feeling a particularly strong emotion at that time?"

Lucius watched Harry's face closely and suddenly the green eyes seemed fierier than before.

"Rage," he said.

Lucius didn't ask why – obviously it was to do with the despicable Muggles the boy lived with.

"Yes, that's usually how it works," he explained. "You must be feeling a powerful emotion to make magic emit from your body without the need of a wand."

"So I have to get angry every time I want to cast magic without a wand?" Harry asked.

"Not necessarily angry, just a very strong feeling such as contentment, grief... or lust," Lucius said, whispering the last word seductively.

"So I just have to think back to a time when I've been really happy, sad or..." the boy trailed off, blushing slightly, "lustful."

"Correct," Lucius said briskly, trying to ignore his need for Harry. "So, to begin with, I want you to recall a memory or experience where you felt a strong sense of one of the said emotions. That shouldn't be too difficult," he finished with a grin.

"Okay..." Harry said uncertainly.

"Close your eyes if it helps," Lucius advised.

The green eyes shut and he saw Harry's face turning a bright shade of crimson as the boy sought through his memories.

"Got one," he said softly.

"Good," Lucius said nodding, and began circling Harry. "Now you need to focus all of that emotion from your head to around your body whilst thinking of the spell you want to use. You don't need to say it if you're concentrating hard enough, just think the spell. Try disarming me."

Lucius stopped in front of Harry who was breathing deeply.

Harry opened his eyes and Lucius saw them focused on him. Suddenly his wand was yanked out of his hand and clattered to the floor.

"Well done, Potter," Lucius said, picking up his wand. "Not bad for a first try. That must have been a strong memory." Harry blushed even deeper. "Though I should warn you, I wasn't defending myself as I would do in a battle so it wouldn't be nearly as easy whilst duelling or if you're in a state of panic."

For a moment, Harry had looked delighted with himself but when Lucius cast the constrictus spell again, the boy's smile was wiped from his face.

Once again, Lucius was looking down upon the delicious boy at his feet wrapped in ropes.

"Now you understand a little more about the techniques of wandless magic, show me how you would escape."

"What?" Potter exclaimed. "I've only done it once!"

"You can do it; the spell is a simple one: Finite."

Lucius watched as the boy squinted his eyes shut trying to focus on a strong enough memory to give off enough magic. Harry lay like that for at least five minutes before Lucius saw the ropes start to unfurl.

Finally Harry could pull the ropes off and was free to stand.

"Bravo, Potter," Lucius said nodding. "But not nearly fast enough. We will practice until you can do it in less than ten seconds."

He saw Harry's expression drop but ignored it. They were far behind on enough of the things Lucius should have taught Potter; this was only one of the things he had in mind.

* * *

Lucius had been teaching Harry for four consecutive hours before Harry could get out of the ropes in less than ten seconds. In fact, he did it in seven.

"Excellent, Harry," Lucius said beaming. "Tomorrow we'll deal with hexes much darker than a bat-bogey hex."

"Right," Harry said panting still.

"Go and have a shower and I'll have dinner ready when you're out," Lucius said kindly.

"Thank you," the boy said making his way to the stairs.

"Oh, and Harry?"

Harry stopped and turned round.

"That really was an exceptional effort today, you're very gifted." Lucius never complimented anyone but he was so taken aback by how fast Harry had been able to grasp the concept of wandless magic that he felt the boy should know how well he'd done.

"Oh," Potter said looking utterly bemused. "Um, thank you." He gave a nervous smile and blushed again.

Lucius turned his back and began clearing up his basement feeling partially embarrassed himself. Only Harry brought out this side of him.

* * *

Over the next few days, Lucius took a few more holiday leaves off to train Harry – he could always pay Fudge to ignore his extended holiday.

He was training Harry so hard that they hardly had any time to themselves. Even in bed Harry was often too tired to be passionate about anything Lucius did so they'd given that a break also. Though it was all worth it; Harry was doing remarkably well in such a short amount of time.

On the fifth day, Lucius had covered practically everything he'd wanted to to ensure Harry was well ahead in the Defence Against the Dark Arts. He'd gone over everything: Unforgivables, Hexes, Unmentionables, Curses and more.

He decided today would be their day off.

Lucius made his way to the boy's room where Harry had been taking an afternoon nap.

He looked down upon Harry, his black hair – as scruffy as always – spread over the pillow, his right cheek slightly squished against the pillow he was leaning on.

Lucius leaned in and placed a kiss on the forehead which was warmed by sleep.

Harry gave a croaky groan and dozily opened his eyes.

"Wakey wakey, my sleeping lion," Lucius said softly.

"Nice nickname," Harry said groggily with a smirk.

"I think it suits you," Lucius said a little defensively.

"What time is it?"

"Five o'clock."

"We'd better practice some more!" Harry said, shooting up in his bed.

Lucius pushed the panicky boy back down and climbed on top of him.

"No," he said sharply. "Not today."

Harry looked confused.

He stroked the boy's soft, delicate neck lightly and saw a sprinkling of goosebumps appear there. Leaning in, he kissed with as much gentle pressure as he could in the hollow of the throat – one of Harry's reactive areas.

"It's been a while," Lucius murmured, his hand delving under Harry's shirt where it explored the supple frame.

"Gods," Harry breathed, and Lucius felt the torso tense under the arching movements Harry was making. Obviously it had felt like an age to him too.

Neither of them wasted time in staying in their clothes; they were both eager for the others body.

I don't know how this story became so fluffy =/

New chapter will be up shortly - I had way too much time to write while away =P

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