Okay... just to clear things up... If you're sick of fics where every other chapter has some sort of sexual activity in it, this isn't for you... =]

Righty o... xD I'm afraid it's voting time AGAIN

This chapter took me some time to work out how to end it... it's not a very fulfilling chapter (as in it doesn't contribute to the plot - *gasp* there's a plot? :O)

Haha anyway, I would like to know how many people feel it's time for Draco to take his revenge or if you want it spread out even MORE! (possibly into another fic)

Also, I want to know who would like a tragic ending (no deaths just for clarification!) or an ending where everything's perfect and Harry and Luc come out to the world xP

(Note: If it was a tragic ending, then there's a slight chance I would continue from it but I don't know if that would be in this fic or in another one... cuz I do have an idea for a tragedy =])

*PHEW* Okay so I've probably confused you alll now so I'll go hide in a corner and wait nervously for critism/reviews ^_^ Only if you want to review that is! Not that I'm putting pressure on you!

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Okay BYE

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Harry's POV

In no time at all it was Halloween. Or, as Harry remembered it, the date his mother and father had died. Every year Harry would try and push that thought out of his mind so he could enjoy the nights festivities, but this year he couldn't help but feel slightly... guilty. He felt as though he should be paying his respects to his mum and dad or... something, but he didn't know how. Vigorously he wiped away his tears for his long-lost parents and pushed those thoughts aside.

Harry had got a letter from Lucius requesting him to join him for a "night of tricks and treats" as the man had put it; that made Harry smirk. Normally Harry would never give up a reason to miss out on the scrumptious Halloween feast but, in his opinion, Lucius was yummier than any of the foods that would be present in the Great Hall tonight.

After deciding that he couldn't linger on the past, Harry had eagerly agreed. The only other thing holding him back was the fact that Lucius wanted him to dress up. Harry had laughed out loud at that bit in the letter but he had a feeling Lucius was serious.

So, here he was, in his dormitory trying to find something to wear. He'd been staring at his clothes for about ten minutes gormlessly until he realised Lucius was probably growing impatient. So, he just chucked on some black jeans and a black jacket, courtesy of the Malfoy Manor wardrobe.

He grabbed his invisibility cloak and put it on – everyone thought he was ill which is why he wasn't attending the feast.

Speeding down the stairs, Harry willed his feet to go faster so he could get to Lucius' quarters all the quicker.

Finally he reached the Defence Against the Dark Arts corridor and knocked on the door at the top of the hallway. Hurriedly he took his cloak off so Lucius would know it was him.

The door swung open to reveal Lucius with a long, plain cloak on him, his blonde hair tied back with a velvet bow. So he was joking about the dressing up, Harry thought relieved.

A huge hand grabbed the front of his jacket heaving him inside.

Once the door was shut, Lucius turned to look at him.

"I thought I told you to dress up?" he asked strictly.

"You're not, though," Harry pointed out, though before he'd finished, Lucius had pulled his black robe off and was left in just black leather trousers and Muggle handcuffs strapped to his belt.

"Oh," Harry said softly, surprised at Lucius'... provocative dress sense – he never thought he'd see Lucius in leather pants, let alone carrying handcuffs! For the sake of his safety, Harry stifled his laugh and kept quiet.

"So?" Lucius said, advancing like a predator. "Where's your costume?"

"Erm..." Harry said awkwardly. He then pulled his hood up so it covered his eyes. "I'm a Dementor."

Lucius pulled Harry towards him and yanked the hood down.

"Oho, that won't do, Harry," he whispered. "Let me choose."

Lucius placed Harry in the centre of the room and studied him.

"Hmm... how about..." The man waved his wand and Harry felt his clothes rearranging themselves. When his clothes had stilled he looked down and gasped.

Lucius had put him in a shameless French-maids outfit. His jacket was now a tight, low necked vest top revealing his belly button, while his jeans had become a stupidly short skirt with – Harry swore crudely – ruffles. However, what made Harry even angrier were the fishnet tights around his legs.

"WHAT THE HELL?" he screeched, tugging at the skirt and willing it to become longer, or even disappear.

"What?" Lucius asked nonplussed, while Harry noticed the man's high cheek bones turn crimson, a sure sign of arousal. "You have lovely legs, Harry."

This is what Lucius likes?!

Suddenly Harry felt a huge hand on his buttocks and he was pulled towards the man.

"You look divine," Lucius breathed, nipping on Harry's neck.

"GET ME OUT OF THIS!" Harry shouted pushing against Lucius' chest.

"You had the choice of wearing something you wanted to, you should have known –"

"I don't have any costumes!" Harry yelled. "In case you forgot, I live with Muggles who never let me out, let alone on Halloween!"

"Then what would you want to wear?"

"I don't know, just not this!"

Lucius sighed and waved his wand.

Again, Harry felt his clothes rearrange and he shut his eyes, dreading the outcome.

"How do you feel about this?" Lucius asked in Harry's ear.

Harry opened his eyes and looked down.

He was sporting leather trousers, much the same as Lucius', and a tight feeling round his neck told him he had some sort of choker or collar on. He also felt something on top of his head and, upon feeling it, he realised Lucius had placed cat ears on his hair.

"Oh, that's much better," he said sarcastically, pulling at the collar round his neck.

"I'm glad you think so, little lion," Lucius said smugly, running a hand down the inside of Harry's thigh.

"I'm not very comfortable in this..." Harry said. "Physically and mentally," he added, and tried to tug the cat ears off but they seemed to be stuck.

"It's just for tonight," Lucius murmured, cupping Harry's cock through his trousers.

With Lucius' hand down there Harry gave up his grudge and unwillingly admitted in his mind that this outfit wasn't all that bad, especially if it meant if he could look at Lucius in those tight trousers.

"Come here," Lucius said taking Harry's hand and leading him over to the king-sized bed. "You will notice there's a slight difference to your trousers..."

Harry felt slightly nervous; this stuff was... well, it was downright kinky, and Harry had no idea how to act.

"Okay," he said, unsure of what to say.

Lucius chuckled, obviously thinking the same thing as Harry.

"Let me show you," he said, and Harry felt the man's huge hand groping his arse, consequently pulling Harry towards his chest.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice muffled seeing as his face was pressed in between Lucius' pecks.

However, the feeling of air on Harry's arse and cock told him the answer.

He now had a bare bottom, his arse and his cock revealed.

"Wha-?"

"It saves stripping," Lucius said, and he gently pushed a finger into Harry's unsuspecting arse.

Harry jumped and whimpered slightly at the sudden intrusion.

Lucius chuckled and pulled it out.

"My trousers are quite similar," Lucius said with a smirk. "You see?"

However, instead of unzipping the back of his trousers, Lucius unzipped the front revealing his massive erection.

"I see," Harry croaked, his eyes glued to Lucius' outfit.

Was it stupid that he was afraid? Was it wussy that he was nervous about all this leather? His eyes brimmed for some reason, probably to do with the night being his parent's sixteenth anniversary of their death, but also with all of the new things Lucius was coming up with.

"My, my, what's wrong?" Lucius asked staring into Harry's watering eyes.

"I don't know," Harry said with a chuckle that sounded like a sob. "I guess I'm just... scared."

He didn't want to let Lucius know what Halloween meant to him – it wasn't the time anyway.

"Scared? Of what, love?" Lucius asked sitting on the bed and pulling Harry onto his lap – it didn't help that he could feel the man's erection on his stomach.

Harry pushed his thoughts of his parents out of his head and went on to explain how he felt about Lucius' leather.

"I-it's so..." Kinky? Naughty? Rude? "Bad."

Lucius gave a small laugh.

"It is, isn't it? But," he rearranged Harry so Harry's legs were wrapped round Lucius' hips. Now Harry could feel the man's cock on his butt cheeks and he had a job at not letting it inside him, "it will make it all the more fun, I promise."

Harry nodded, feeling slightly better, yet also more lustful now that he could feel Lucius' own 'lust' on him.

Lucius fisted his hand in Harry's messy hair, pulling Harry's head back to reveal his slender neck.

Harry felt the man's warm mouth pressing deeply onto the hollow in his throat; if Lucius wasn't already pulling Harry's head back, Harry would have arched it already.

Suddenly, Harry felt his hole feel with lube. He'd grown to love that feeling, knowing it would bring him joy and bliss soon after.

Although, he was surprised when Lucius didn't move him onto the bed; he just stayed in Lucius' lap.

"Don't you want me on the bed?" he asked hoarsely.

"Not today," Lucius murmured, the vibrations in his voice making Harry's neck crawl.

"But how..." Harry trailed off and let out a whimpering gasp. Lucius had pulled Harry down onto his cock completely unexpectedly.

Lucius was taking him on the edge of the bed!

Harry hissed slightly as he felt the gravity adding to the impalement.

However, although it burned and ached, Harry realised that on the first thrust, Lucius had hit his prostate.

Gravity really did help.

Lucius let out a low moan before saying, "Move with me, Harry," for Harry had become completely limp and at the man's mercy as he felt the huge cock inside him.

Harry found his hands were being placed round Lucius' neck.

"Mmmove with mmmme," Lucius managed to gasp out.

Harry, getting the idea, moved his body up and down so that he was practically fucking himself. (A/N: Sorry for the crudeness!)

"Good boy," Lucius purred, and Harry felt a strange sense of pride and happiness stir inside him.

With every thrust, Harry found himself getting closer to the edge. He opened his eyes and saw Lucius staring at him with wide, hungry eyes. The man looked amazing; his blonde hair was pushed back while some rebellious strands were hanging over his eyes, his normally even skin complexion had a slight tint of red to it, and the expression he wore every time he drove into Harry made his silver eyes light up.

"Gods," Lucius breathed. "Harry, I'm nearly..."

But Harry wasn't listening. He himself was so near the edge that he found himself moving faster and harder, glad that he could control his need.

Wrapping his arms round the man's broad neck some more, Harry moved faster earning a deeper penetration from Lucius each time, but it never seemed to be enough.

"Nng... L-Lu..." he gasped in between moans.

"What?" Lucius hissed. His mouth found Harry's neck and began sucking and pulling on it round the damn collar, leaving red-purple marks on the pale skin. "What, Harry?"

Harry took several deep breaths, saving up his energy so he could form the words he needed to say.

"Not enough," he said hoarsely. "I need... faster..."

Suddenly he felt the man's hand taking hold of his rock-hard member.

"We'll come together," he whispered.

As Lucius pumped Harry's dick, he was also pulling Harry down on him even harder and faster than before.

And, at the same moment Harry felt the man's seed splash inside him, he came over Lucius' chest.

Harry couldn't stop his panting, even when Lucius pulled out. It had really taken a lot out of him.

"Good?" Lucius asked holding Harry's face.

"G-g-good," he managed to wheeze out.

Lucius smirked and, still with Harry's legs round his hips, carried Harry over to the mattress where Harry felt himself getting dumped.

He felt dazed and felt like going to sleep but was prevented from doing so when Lucius kissed his gasping lips passionately.

"My little lion," Lucius muttered in between kisses.

Harry felt like the name should come across as cheesy but, in all honesty, he liked it. It made him feel loved.

However, the feeling of being loved vanished when he felt two clamps of metal round his wrists.

The handcuffs.

"You're not actually going to use them, are you?" screeched Harry trying to pull his wrists out of the cuffs.

"Of course I am," Lucius said shrugging.

"Jeez, the collar was enough," Harry grumbled, his red-raw lips pouting.

The man chuckled and stroked Harry's silky soft hair, grinning when he came to the cat ears.

"I'm going to take you continuously until this night is over," Lucius whispered, adding a nibble to Harry's earlobe.

"Wh-what?" Harry asked, not sure if he should be excited or nervous.

"You heard me," Lucius said with one of his wicked grins. "I believe you've just had a treat... So now I believe it's time for a... trick."

Harry squirmed as he felt Lucius rubbing his nipples with both hands. He was so lost in his paradise that, when his scar burned and he saw a flashback of his mother dying, he became completely disorientated and still, confused about the pleasures in his body mixed with the pain in his heart.

Lucius' POV

Lucius froze when he realised Harry was no longer responding to his touches.

He looked down at Harry who seemed to be unconscious.

"Harry?" he asked shakily and held the boy's beautiful face in his hands. Hurriedly he removed the manacles round Harry's petite wrists. "Love?"

Then, without warning, Harry sat up and clutched onto Lucius for dear life, bawling his eyes out.

"H-Harry!" Lucius cried as he tried to soothe the boy. "What is it?"

He gently pulled the boy off so he could study him.

"Mum," Harry whispered, his eyes shut and still weeping.

Lucius didn't know how to respond; this boy had just mentioned his mother. His mother who'd died years ago. In fact, now Lucius came to think about it, it was sixteen years ago to this night. He could remember the Dark Lord addressing them all, bragging about how a one year old child could never be his downfall... Instinctively he looked down at his left forearm which was completely without the Dark Mark.

Lucius' thoughts crashed down to the present as he realised it was the anniversary of the night Harry's parents had died.

Without thinking, he grabbed hold of Harry and held him close.

"Shush, Harry," he cooed. "I'm here; I'm always here for you..."

"I'm so sorry," came Harry's broken little voice.

"Don't be ridiculous," Lucius scolded softly. Anyone would have reacted that way if they'd seen their mother dying. "You don't have to put on a false bravado with me."

Lucius sat with Harry in his arms until the boy's breaths had slowed down slightly.

"I completely forgot, Harry," Lucius said after a while. "I should have realised –"

"No," Harry interrupted. "You shouldn't have; this never happens usually... even I didn't realise... I mean, I wasn't even thinking of... of them."

Lucius took 'them' to mean the boy's parents and he rubbed Harry's back soothingly as he pressed the boy to his chest.

"We can stop if you want?" he asked. Although inside he was burning to see Harry in those shackles again, he would resist that desire to make sure Harry was happy.

"No, don't stop," Harry whispered, his breath tickling Lucius' skin. "Just... leave it for a few minutes?"

Lucius pressed a kiss to Harry's sweet-smelling hair and held him tighter, finding comfort in the small physique.

After a few, peaceful minutes of silence, however, Lucius heard a muffled voice.

"Um... Luc? Yeah... I can't move."

Lucius immediately let go and scowled at Harry who grinned sheepishly. Then Lucius felt his lips twitch into one of his evil smirks as realisation dawned.

"Then I suppose you're ready to continue where we left off?" he asked, dangling the metal chains threateningly. Honestly, some of these Muggle methods were bizarre, though admittedly genius.

Harry's eyes widened and Lucius saw the green orbs dart from his face to the door as if hoping to make an escape. So, just as Harry moved to clamber off the bed, Lucius had wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and had dragged him back.

"Hey!" Harry whined, his feeble attempts at escape amusing Lucius greatly.

Lucius flipped Harry onto his front and straddled the boy's back below him. He leaned in to Harry's ear and whispered, "I love you."

He saw Harry pause in his efforts of struggling and grinned.

Lucius pressed a deep kiss on the back of Harry's neck, his hands caressing Harry's fine body.

"Mmm..." Harry murmured.

Then, as Harry relaxed ever more into Lucius' touch, he grabbed his wand and charmed the handcuffs back onto Harry's wrists.

"LUCIUS!"

Ahh, satisfaction, Lucius thought happily.

Soo... Happy Halloween for the 31st!! ^_^

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