Yay double update! Aren't I amazing?!

Haha joooke, I felt so bad for making you all wait again so enjoy this! (Not so much -3-3 going on but I hope you'll like it anyway!!)

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Draco's POV (!)

Draco watched Potter make his way down to the Gryffindor table, his brain whirring with revenge.

True, he did have the perfect plan for getting the Death Eaters inside Hogwarts but he wanted something personal... something to get back at his father and Potter with...

Wait a moment... Draco thought to himself, hadn't Father convinced Dumbledore that he had changed sides?

Draco smirked; what if he told the headmaster a little white lie about how his father has different loyalties? Loyalties with a certain Dark Lord? So there was his revenge for his father... Potter's would come later.

Smiling to himself he left for the headmaster's office.

Harry's POV

Harry hated the fact that Ginny still had a crush on him; in a way he wished she would hate him as it would probably be a whole lot easier to cope with. Trying to let her down slowly Harry merely showed no interest in her flirts. Sure he would still talk to her about Quidditch or homework but whenever she showed a sign of sweet talk Harry would ignore her.

The week after Halloween, he felt slightly guilty when he actually flinched away from one of her flirtatious whispers but a letter had distracted him and he forgot about his conscience. Dumbledore had requested a special meeting with Harry. He'd received the letter at breakfast from a very smiley, blonde haired, second year, Gryffindor girl.

"H-Harry Potter?" she asked softly. "Professor Dumbledore said this is for you."

She handed Harry an envelope with italic purple writing on it.

"Oh, thank you," he said taking the letter from her.

The girl squeaked and ran off.

"Bloody hell," Ron said slightly annoyed. "You'd think you were the singer for the Weird Sisters the way people act round you."

"Mmm..."

Harry tore open the seal and read the letter:

Harry,

Please take some time to pay a short visit to my office this morning.

Thank you,

Albus Dumbledore.

P.S. I'm rather fond of sugar quills.

"Wow," breathed Ron who had read the letter over Harry's shoulder. "Why does he want to see you?"

"I dunno," Harry said puzzled, tucking the letter into the pocket in his jeans. "I might as well go now, though."

"Yeah, see you later. Meet you at potions?"

"Sure," Harry said as he got up from the Gryffindor table.

On the way out of the Great Hall he bumped into Draco.

"I think the headmaster has something interesting to say to you, Potter," Draco said smirking.

"What?" Harry asked. "How do you know-?"

"Don't worry, it's not you who's in trouble," Draco whispered in his ear, and left for the great hall again.

Harry felt slightly disturbed by Draco's words but guessed that he was just trying to scare him.

So, he made his way up to Dumbledore's office and, when he reached the gargoyle he opened his mouth to say the password. He then realised he didn't know what it was.

Sighing angrily to himself he looked at the letter again and then noticed the last line.

"'I'm rather fond of sugar quills'?" Harry muttered to himself. However, as soon as the words had left his lips the gargoyle in front of him jumped aside and allowed passage to the headmaster's office.

So sugar quills are the password...

Harry climbed up the spiralling staircase and knocked on the door when he reached the top.

"Enter," came the soft voice.

Harry pushed the heavy door aside and walked in.

"Ah, Harry, just the man I need." Dumbledore was sitting at his desk looking very pensive.

"What is it, sir?" he asked taking a seat at Dumbledore's gesture.

"Tell me, how are your lessons with Lucius Malfoy going?"

Harry started at Dumbeldore's bluntness and had a hard time looking his headmaster in the eye.

"They're fine, sir," he said calmly. "Why?"

"And do you get along with the man?" Harry noticed Dumbledore's blue eyes were missing their usual twinkle.

"Well, he's not completely unbearable." Especially when he's on top of me...

Harry shifted uncomfortably. I did not just think that!

Dumbledore sighed. "I have some news that may make things slightly awkward, Harry."

"What do you mean?" he asked nervously.

"I have got some news concerning Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said seriously, "from a source very close to the subject."

"And who," Harry said, trying to control the level of his voice, "is your source?"

"That I cannot tell you as they wished to remain anonymous. However, the news is that our Professor Malfoy has in fact not changed his loyalties at all. Our source overheard him conversing to a fellow Death Eater."

"What?" Harry yelped. "That... that can't be..."

"Why are you so sure about Lucius, Harry?" Dumbledore asked quietly, leaning forwards. "Why do you believe he's changed?"

Harry shrugged uneasily. "He just seemed genuine about wanting to save his wife and s...son..."

Harry's eyes unfocused and he remembered what Draco said to him before he left for Dumbledore's office.

"Sir, was your source Draco Malfoy?" he asked quickly.

The old man studied Harry for a moment.

"What makes you say that?" he enquired suspiciously.

"I know that Draco and his father fell out..." Harry didn't know what else to say without making Lucius sound like the "bad guy".

The old man sighed.

"Indeed it was Draco. But listen, Harry, I know you trust Lucius but I need you to do one favour for me; retrieve his memories from the last two days – that way we can make sure Lucius is innocent... or guilty."

Harry swallowed and nodded stiffly, extremely thankful that he and Lucius hadn't done anything in the past two days.

"Yes sir," he croaked. It wouldn't be hard because Lucius didn't have anything to hide, but it was the idea of Lucius thinking Harry didn't trust him.

"That will be all, my boy," Dumbledore said with a small nod of the head.

"Thank you, sir."

Before Harry could step outside the door, Dumbledore spoke again.

"Oh, and Harry?" Harry turned round. "When you come back, I have something I wish to share with you. Concerning Lord Voldemort."

Harry was about to ask what, but Dumbledore merely said, "Now run along to your lesson. Don't want to give your teacher a reason to put you in detention now."

Harry nodded and held back a grimace as he realised he had potions.

Harry sped out the office and didn't stop until he reached the dungeons.

"Harry! What did Dumbledore want?" Ron asked as soon as Harry had reached the outside of the potions classroom where everyone was waiting.

"Oh," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "nothing much. I'll tell you later," he whispered as Snape opened the dungeon door, and, for once in his life, Harry was glad to see Snape's face so he could avoid questioning from his friends.

Lucius' POV

Since Halloween, Lucius had been in high spirits. He found that he could get through his lessons much easier if he let his thoughts drift off to him and Harry...

"P-Professor M-Malfoy?" said a timid voice interrupting his fantasizing.

"What?" he snapped, making the nervous first year jump and run back to her desk.

He sighed and, trying to act as if he was sorry said, "What did you want, Katia?"

"Oh... erm... I was j-just wondering if I-I could go to the b-bathroom?"

"Yes, of course you can," he said sharply, annoyed at the trivial question.

Lucius immediately went back to his daydream of Harry across his lap...

He stroked along Harry's silky-soft skin on his back, his fingers coming to rest at the boy's entrance...

"Sir?"

Lucius made a low growling noise in his chest and the student immediately shut up.

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He'd already jerked himself off two times already he was that desperate to have Harry.

A knock at the door made Lucius hurriedly clean up his seed and he ran to answer it.

He opened the door and pulled Harry into a tight hug, missing the despondent look upon the boy's face.

"I've missed you," he said into Harry's messy hair.

"You smell like sex," Harry said.

"You will too, in a bit," Lucius said grinning, and released Harry from his embrace. It was now that he noticed the glum expression.

"Something the matter?"

"No," Harry said shortly.

Lucius didn't push him; if Harry had something to say he would come out with it in his own time.

He made his way over to his bed and lay down.

"Are you planning on joining me?" he asked impatiently.

"Oh, right..." Harry made his way over to the bed, taking his shirt off as he went.

Lucius enjoyed the mini show.

The boy climbed onto the bed and curled into Lucius' chest, pulling Lucius' arms round him.

"Are you sure nothing's the matter?" Lucius asked rubbing Harry's back.

Harry said nothing but held onto Lucius even tighter.

"Please talk to me, Harry," Lucius whispered, lifting the boy's chin up so he could see the green eyes; they looked so desperate and heartbroken.

"You're not communicating with any Death Eaters or Voldemort." It was a statement, not a question, which left Lucius quite startled.

He laughed nervously. "No, I'm not, that's correct; I thought we'd established that a few months ago."

Harry sat up abruptly.

"Draco's told Professor Dumbledore that you've been communicating with Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort. He wants me to get your memories from the past two days."

Lucius gaped at Harry.

"You don't believe him do you?" he asked feeling hurt.

Harry turned and glared at Lucius.

"Of course I don't!" he croaked. "I tried persuading Dumbledore that you're innocent and that Draco made it up because you two had a fight!"

Lucius felt bad for doubting Harry so he pulled him back into his chest and kissed the fragile neck.

"I'm sorry, Harry," he murmured. "I spoke on instinct."

"It's fine, I just wish Draco would leave us be."

"Me too, but we both know he won't succeed in whatever he's planning," Lucius said holding Harry tighter. "His mind is warped with revenge – he can't possibly think straight."

"Yeah..."

How wrong they were.

Dun dun dunnn!!

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