This chapter will make up for the fluffiness in the last chapter... what was I thinking? Poop? Tickling? Lucius giggling like a school girl? That's not right...

Chapter Forty Two

Harry's POV

It took Harry a total of five minutes – which is a lot when you think about it – to stop laughing.

"Really, I don't see how that's funny," Harry heard Lucius say.

"Did you not hear yourself?" Harry managed to gasp out.

"I'm not entirely sure; to be honest I think we both heard two different things," Lucius said, amused.

"Oh well, I'm happy now," Harry said as he snuggled up to Lucius. "What's the time?"

"Half past six – not that it should matter to you seeing as you don't have to be anywhere."

"Actually I have Quidditch practice at seven," Harry pointed out, just remembering.

"What?" Lucius snapped. "Oh, very well, but you are to come right back here. Use your cloak and be careful."

Even now Harry could hear the possessiveness, but he didn't care.

"Mmm... you're comfy..." Harry mumbled, wanting nothing more to fall asleep in Lucius' arms and forget about practice.

"Don't you dare go to sleep," Lucius warned causing Harry's eyes to snap open. "I want to ravage all of you before you skip off, starting with... here."

And Lucius pulled Harry's face up to his so Harry's neck was straining slightly. The man then crashed down onto Harry's lips.

"But I'm tired..." Harry mumbled through Lucius' lips.

"Suck it up, Potter."

Harry scowled while Lucius continued to kiss him. He then decided to take Lucius' words literally.

"What on earth are you doing?" Lucius enquired, for Harry had begun sucking and pulling on Lucius' lips.

"Sucking it up," he said innocently.

"Ha ha," Lucius said tonelessly.

Harry pulled away from Lucius.

"I need to go and get my stuff ready for Quidditch," Harry said as he sat up.

"Don't forget –"

"– to come back here straight after, yeah I know," Harry said smirking as he pushed the covers off.

After he was changed Harry gave Lucius an innocent peck on the lips which Lucius turned into a battle of the tongues, and made his way to the common room to grab his broom.

Surprisingly the common room was quite empty apart from the Creevey brothers so Harry ran and snuck up to his dorm where he grabbed his broom. However, when he got back down, it seemed as though the two boys were heading his way so he couldn't hide.

"Hi Harry!" they said in unison.

"Oh, hey," Harry said with a false smile, hoping they wouldn't keep him.

"Where you going?" Dennis asked.

"Um..."

"Quidditch practice?" Colin supplied. "I know Fred and George have already left, do you want us to come down to the pitch with you?"

"Well, I don't need –"

"Cool! Thanks, Harry! Let's go, Dennis!"

"Yay! Have you got your camera Colin?"

Harry groaned.

"Guys, could you leave the camera for tonight?" he asked weakly.

Dennis glared at Colin.

"Don't bring your camera, Colin!"

"I know! I heard him!"

Harry sighed and made his way out of the room, two quarrelling brothers behind him.

All the way down to the entrance hall he had the two fascinated boys asking him questions which Harry answered with either a 'yes' or a 'no'.

"Ah, it's Potter's fan club!" came a sneering voice followed by laughter.

Harry resigned himself and came to terms with the fact that this wasn't going to be a good evening.

"Shove off, Malfoy," he ground out through his teeth without looking behind him where the voice had come from.

However, before he could get any further Draco and a number of his friends were in front of him, blocking the door that lead to the grounds. Harry recognised them as Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson.

"I'm just trying to get to Quidditch, please move," Harry said in a bored manner.

"I just want to get one thing into that famous head of yours," Draco said as he stalked towards Harry. He stopped when they were nose to nose. "No matter who says they love you, you won't mean a thing to them after this war; you're just a tool."

Harry tapped his foot impatiently and waited for a few seconds before speaking.

"If that's all then I'll be off," Harry said as he made to move but, again, Draco blocked his view.

"I want to finish this now," he hissed.

"Well I'd like to finish it when it's just us two, I'm not entirely comfortable with your fan club."

Draco narrowed his eyes but this time didn't stop Harry from moving aside.

Harry felt the Creevey brothers sticking closer to him as he walked past Nott and Zabini, Nott trying to make Harry feel small by leering over him.

However, he missed the lingering gaze he got from Blaise.

* * *

Practice was awful.

The rain was coming down in heavy, fat droplets and it didn't help that Colin and Dennis kept cheering every time Harry did something as simple as diving for the snitch.

Harry growled as Fred and George whizzed past him cheering his name in a mock impression of the Creeveys.

"Oh, ha ha, guys," Harry spat at the Weasley brothers as he shook his head to try and get his fringe out of his eyes.

Finally, after another thirty minutes, it came to an end.

"You coming Harry?" George shouted through the heavy rain pour.

"In a bit, I kind of need a shower," he said, indicating at his dirty hands and face.

Harry ran to the warmish changing room, his feet squelching in the mud, determined to get to Lucius as soon as possible. Unfortunately for Harry, however, he didn't see a figure lurking behind the door.

"Potter," said a voice softly.

Harry jumped at the unfamiliar voice.

"Who's there?" he asked. He looked around and saw one of Draco's fans – Blaise – standing there.

"What do you want?" Harry asked harshly but suspiciously, hoping to God this wasn't an attack. He glanced round the room for good measure; he half expected a dozen Slytherins to jump out at him.

"I realise we've never really spoken," the tanned boy said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in a tight v-necked top that showed off his muscular frame and his short hair was sticking up slightly from the rain.

"That's because you're Draco's friend and me and Draco hate each other with a passion," Harry said, his eyes narrowed. He was getting annoyed – he couldn't put his cloak on if Blaise was here.

"But how do you feel about me?" Zabini asked. "I mean, I've never done anything to you."

Harry was starting to get freaked out at how random Blaise was being.

"I... well, like you said, we've never spoken so I don't really have an opinion on you." Harry decided he'd have to leave the cloak until he got to the castle, and he definitely would not get changed with this strange acting boy.

Harry grabbed his broom.

"I'd better be off then," he said and he made for the door, but with a wave of Zabini's wand the door had slammed shut and had locked itself.

"What are you playing at?" Harry asked impatiently, thinking of Lucius who was waiting for him.

Blaise said nothing but crept closer to Harry who was starting to feel most scared.

Harry backed off and stumbled against a bench on which he landed. He made to move to get up but Blaise held his hands down.

Harry gulped at the large biceps on the boy's arm.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Harry asked, wondering if Draco had told Blaise to get revenge on Harry.

"What I've wanted to do for some time..."

Harry realised that the look in Blaise's eye was similar to the one Lucius got when he looked at Harry...

"No," Harry whispered. He kicked out with his legs causing Blaise to trip over and he headed for the door. He tried yanking it open but remembered only too late that Blaise had locked it.

He whipped round only to find Zabini in front of him. Before Harry could run again, the muscular boy had a hold of his arms and pulled him away from the door.

"What are you doing?!" Harry asked again in outrage. "Let me go!"

"Not yet, Potter; you've held my attention for too long."

Harry stopped struggling and looked at Blaise in shock. However, the horny teenager took advantage of Harry's acquiescence and shoved him against the lockers.

Then, as though he was a ravenous animal, Blaise started attacking Harry's lips.

"Nng, B-Blaise... get off me!" Harry tried to say but it all came out muffled.

Blaise was breathing heavily and Harry was sure he could feel the evidence of the boy's horniness on his thigh. Blaise had just put his hand under Harry's leg and it was now forced to wrap around the sick boy's hip.

Harry futilely pushed against the strong torso but achieved nothing apart from one of Blaise's hands crawling under his shirt and pinching painfully on one of nipples.

Harry felt his eyes brim as he realised only Lucius had touched him like this, and that was how he wanted it to stay; he didn't want anyone else to make him feel the way Lucius made him feel.

Lucius' POV

Lucius was stood by his window, sipping on his whiskey as he observed the Quidditch pitch in the distance. He looked at the clock on the mantle piece and realised that Harry would be finishing shortly. He then realised that Harry would be out there, his hair dripping wet and probably heading for the shower after all that diving through the rain...

Lucius smirked to himself and sat on his chair next to the fireplace. He then appreciated, if Harry was taking a shower, he could... assist him in some way.

Hurriedly Lucius got up hoping to meet Harry before he finished.

He sped down the stairs putting a disillusionment charm on himself as he went, and swept out the castle door.

There were some students making their way up the path but, like Lucius thought, the students ignored him due to the charm so he wasn't stopped. He hadn't seen Harry yet so hopefully the boy was still in the changing room.

However, as he approached the changing rooms, he heard a soft thud and a lot of scuffling.

It was possible it was his very clumsy Quidditch player getting ready for him so Lucius decided to give the boy a surprise.

Lucius tried to stay quiet as he crept round the room. He found a window and looked through it.

However, what he found brought a gasp to his lips and had his blood boiling.

Up against the wall was his Harry, his glasses askew and eyes holding pure embarrassment, and leaning against Harry's tiny frame was... one of Draco's friends! Lucius recognised him as Blaise Zabini, with his hands under Harry's Quidditch uniform.

His temple throbbing and his face a bright scarlet colour, he sped round to the door and tried to push it open but it was locked.

In all his anger, Lucius forgot about the spell alohomora, so he blasted it down.

"BOMBARDE!"

The dark skinned boy jumped off Harry and looked at Lucius with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Mr Malfoy," he acknowledged.

"Step away from Potter, Zabini," he growled.

"What? Why?"

Harry tried to slink out from behind Blaise but the boy grabbed his arm pulling him back.

"We don't have to go anywhere," the boy whispered in Harry's ear making Harry shiver. Lucius felt his anger rise, especially as he noticed the bruised lips Harry had.

Lucius pointed his wand at the ignorant brat and said again, "Step away from him, Blaise."

"No disrespect, sir," but in the boy's tone Lucius knew he meant all the disrespect he could cause, "but what right do you have to interfere?"

"Because that boy belongs to me; Harry come here," Lucius ordered and he saw Harry try to get out of Blaise's grip.

"You mean... you and Potter... are...?"

"Yes, stupefy!" Lucius hissed, and Blaise's grip slackened on Harry's arm and he fell to the floor.

Harry ran to Lucius and Lucius embraced the shaken boy.

"I'm sorry, Lucius; I swear I didn't wa–"

"Shush," Lucius cooed. "I know you didn't; I trust you, Harry."

"Wh-what about Blaise?" Harry asked as he turned back to the boy on the floor.

"I should bludgeon his face in," Lucius said as he glared at the unconscious Slytherin boy.

"No!" Harry objected. "Just... wipe his memory?"

Lucius studied the vendetta-free boy before sighing and ruffling the damp black hair.

"Yes, you're right; I suppose that's the safest thing..."

* * *

Once they reached Lucius' quarters, Lucius flung Harry onto his bed.

"I came down to give you a surprise in the shower but it seems I got the surprise instead," Lucius said as he climbed on top of the boy and pulled Harry's shirt off.

"You sure did," Harry said with a small grin. "I...I'm sorry for that, again..."

Lucius paused in his mission of undressing Harry.

"What on earth are you sorry for?" Lucius asked wearily. Harry opened his mouth to speak but Lucius silenced him with a deep, forgiving, kiss.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Harry," he cooed, pulling down Harry's trousers.

Harry smiled up at him but Lucius noticed a slight wince in Harry's expression when he pushed Harry's legs up to yank the trousers off.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You winced..."

"So?"

Lucius raised his eyebrows.

"Tell me, Potter, or I'll go back and show Blaise what I really think of him..."

"Fine!" Harry said exasperatedly. "I just... I've got a bit of a..." The boy mumbled something unintelligible.

"You've got a what?" Lucius asked trying not to laugh.

"If I tell you, don't make fun!" said Harry petulantly.

"I promise, I would never," Lucius said humbly.

"I have... a back ache... The cold weather must have made it stiff..."

Lucius found his need to laugh die instantly.

"How the hell would I have made fun of that?"

"Well I dunno, called me an old codger or something..." the boy grumbled folding his arms and looking away.

"Me? Calling you the old man? What's the age difference between us again? Oh yes, something like thirty years?!"

"Oh, shut up, you know what I meant," Harry snapped, though a grin played on those red lips.

"Let me help you, then," Lucius offered. "Lay on your front."

"Why?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Don't make me flip you over."

The boy obeyed.

"Now, relax," Lucius whispered, bending over Harry and whispering in his ear. "You'll enjoy this..."

Lucius pressed his hands deep into the boy's shoulder blades and rolled his palm round them. He then used his knuckles to knead down Harry's slim back, loosening the tensed up areas.

"Woah," breathed Harry.

Lucius then grabbed hold of Harry's shoulders and began squeezing them between his fingertips.

"Feeling better?" he asked softly, but he received no answer.

A snore confirmed Lucius' theory of Harry falling asleep under Lucius' hands.

Huffing to himself, Lucius decided to wake Harry up in a most... unique way.

After unzipping his trousers and pulling down his pants, Lucius applied a hell of a lot of lubricant to his cock as he wanted to avoid stretching seeing as it would wake his sleeping beauty up.

Once his cock was ready, he peeled down the boy's underwear slowly and positioned himself just in front of Harry's taunting entrance.

"Ready or not, here... I... come."

In one smooth push Lucius was inside of his lover's tight cave.

"LUCIUS!" yelled Harry. "Wh...what t-the hell?" he panted.

"You fell asleep; that's very rude."

"Unnnngh... I'm s-s-sor-HEEE!"

Lucius guessed that he'd hit that special spot so he made sure to continuously pound into that area.

"No...no...fair..." Harry grumbled into the pillow.

"This is plenty fair," Lucius said hoarsely. Already he was on the verge of coming. "It's not all that bad, is it?"

"Nnnoo... it's wonderful... Blaise."

"You see, I told y–" But Lucius was quiet as soon as he registered the name.

He stopped his rutting and glared at the boy.

"What did you just say?" he whispered dangerously.

The boy just chuckled.

"I just wanted some of my own revenge..."

Lucius smirked and, quick as a flash, swapped their positions so that Harry was on top of him.

Lucius laid back, his arms folded under his head and he closed his eyes.

"Wh-what the hell?" Harry asked, obviously struggling to stay comfortable.

"I'm not too bothered if we finish this or not... I can always jerk myself off alter. You, on the other hand, need someone to touch that cursed nerve of yours down there. If you want to finish, you can do it. I'm done."

"That... that's crazy," the boy croaked, and Lucius felt Harry adjust himself slightly. He opened his eyes and the image before him was almost enough to make him come there and then.

Harry had, very slowly, started to ride Lucius, his face contorted between anger, lust and tepidness.

"Merlin, I hate you, Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius yawned.

"So you keep saying..."