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Mistress Slytherin

WARNINGS:

VIOLENCE

LANGUAGE

HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP

QUESTIONABLE MORALS

Not for the eyes of the young!

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Chapter 19

Harry gasped as teeth sank into his pectoral muscle while the body above him continued to grind down on him making him groan. He reached down and gripped the silken hair dragging Lucius down for a deep heady kiss before rolling them over and beginning to work his way down the man's body nipping and licking and driving the younger man wild until he was certain Malfoy was on the brink of madness. Only then did he begin carefully preparing him. He had an urge, an urge he was certain he wouldn't be willing to die without- he wanted to hear Lucius Malfoy beg. And beg he did, Lucius held out for an admirable amount of time before finally giving in and begging Harry to fuck him. Harry gladly took him then sinking into the velvety heat and surrounding Malfoy still touching and caressing the body rough in some ways gentle in others the way he knew Malfoy would like it. The pace burned and ached and Lucius sobbed at the intensity of it but Harry wasn't about to let him go, he'd been waiting for this night, wanting it for a very long time. He had Lucius in his bed and at his mercy, he wasn't about to let him go.

And he didn't.

He was almost amazed at how long he'd been able to keep going.

By the end of it though Lucius was sprawled out across his bed utterly spent his face slack with sleep in the predawn light. Harry had had Lucius in every way he could possibly imagine in the span of one night, and Harry had an extensive imagination. Lubricants and other potions that he was currently testing helped a great deal with recovery time and he'd been smug to see Lucius' eyes widen when he realized that Harry had dosed him. He all but purred as he thought of the aristocrat falling to pieces under his touch. He hadn't let the man top; this Lucius wasn't quite what he wanted just yet; perhaps when he was older...He shivered slightly at the thought of the man he'd once battled. Merlin he'd been well and truly corrupted hadn't he? What would they think of Saint Potter now? Lucius twitched slightly and let out a slight pained groan distracting him from that train of thought. Harry smirked in satisfaction before tugging the young body up to his and sighing heavily his muscles burning from the exercise. He leaned his head back against the head board and let his eyes slid shut briefly.

He knew what was likely to be in the papers that morning. He had been too full of fury and pent up rage the night before, Elizabeth had made it impossible to stay calm. When Harry had offered to show Lucius how to use the gun he'd had no idea what would happen, but then he'd seen it, the faintest shimmer of magic that the invisibility cloak left behind.

Of course James would have wanted to spy on a party hosted for Severus; it had made perfect sense…

But then he saw the rat.

The rat that he'd tried so hard to forget. His decision was made for him before he could even recognize that he was pulling the trigger his temper worn too thin from seeing the woman he once… He had lied to Lucius when he told him they probably missed, his aim was sure even from the great distance. He sighed softly. He'd felt the breeze again, he had changed things again and a bad feeling had begun to grow in the pit of his stomach. Shaking his head idly Harry carefully shifted Lucius who grumbled in protest. With slow, precise motions he healed the many marks their passion had left leaving only the mark on his own neck to bother Riddle with if he decided to visit. Lucius slept soundly through it all and Harry snorted as he carefully lifted him and carried the limp body to the bathroom slipping him into the tub and methodically bathing both of them. By the time he'd wrapped Lucius into a towel and carried him into the bedroom the elf had changed the sheets for fresh ones and set out two sets of pajamas. Harry dressed Lucius and tucked him into bed before dressing himself and stretching slightly. He wouldn't be able to sleep and he knew it, too much had happened. Rubbing his still wet hair with a towel he made his way down to the kitchen and pulled out his notes from the previous day. With his habitats set up and Severus assigned to his next long task of memorization Harry had returned to his own private research and was glad to have found some leeway. Which was what he decided to do right there in the dining room, it was his dining room after all, and he had an itch. He sank into his work and as he did his notes began to spread across the room as they were wont to do. Stacks on benches and chairs and tables and the like, a chart pinned up on the wall, books and scrolls on the counters and propped up against each other or lying open in growing stacks…he'd never been a neat worker.

A loud groaning sound distracted him from his notes nearly two hours later and he glanced up six quills twisted into his hair at various angles, pockets stuffed with scrolls and parchments and methods of measurement and a smear of ink on his cheek. He blinked at Madam Prince owlishly.

"Please, not again…" She groaned clutching her head. "Not today- Merlin I'm never drinking again…" She hissed viciously. Harry who had a bit of parchment clutched between his teeth tried and failed to grin at her.

"Elves?" Severus said with a mild groan of his own as he clutched his forehead.

"Nonononononononoooo, everything is exactly where it needs to be!" Harry said in panic letting the parchment fall from his mouth with a scowl as his things began to disappear.

"Mister Black you're a wonderful man and I absolutely adore you but if you don't get this mess out of my way and a hang over potion in my hand within the next five seconds I will kill you." Madam Prince drawled. Really, fancy wording for a woman with a hangover Harry decided as he reluctantly called for the elves and made for the cupboard where he had a stash of hangover potions. He snorted as he handed Madam Black and Severus their potions before moving to the kitchen. He had elves working for him but he had also made certain that there was at least a small working kitchen in his home for occasions like this when he liked to cook. Both Severus and his mother had their faces buried into their arms as he cooked some porridge and eggs yawning slightly and scratching at the mark on his collarbone and neck.

"You're a good man you are." Severus said as Harry set the dishes before them. The potion had probably already started working by now though it would take an hour for the full effect. Harry snorted slightly and ruffled the slightly greasy hair.

"I think I like the two of you hung over, you're a lot nicer." He teased before reaching up to scratch at his hair only to scowl when he met the feathered end of a quill. He moved to his end of the table and pulled said quill out along with a scroll from his pocket ignoring Madam Prince's scowl as he began to scribble away.

"They always did say that there's a thin line between genius and mad man." She observed with a slow nod. Severus snorted.

"There is no line he's all madness but he tends to vomit out genius from time to time." He said pointedly.

"Well he's a damn sexy genius even with feathers in his hair." Lucius said his voice low and rough as he leaned against the wall. Harry raked the robe clad form without shame before noting that Lucius' lean wasn't entirely casual. With a sigh he reached up and tucked the quill back into his hair.

"Oh you did not…" Severus said burying his face. "You buggered my friend." He said helplessly.

"Severus! Language!" Madam Prince said her cheeks pink. Harry rolled his eyes and ignored Lucius' protest before lifting the slighter man and carrying him to a seat tugging the robe more securely across the tempting pale chest.

"There is a lady present Lucius." He scolded mildly.

"You did! You buggered him!" Severus accused dropping his hands. Harry snorted.

"Is there some sort of taboo I wasn't aware about?" He asked as he poured tea with a mild muscle relaxant and handed the glass to Lucius.

"Don't worry Sev he took very good care of me, he even gave me a bath." He said smugly. Harry rolled his eyes.

"You were aware of that?" He said amused.

"Vaguely, I couldn't really get myself to move though- is there a pain reliever in this?" He questioned after taking a sip. Severus groaned and buried his head in his hands.

"Yes, now stop antagonizing Severus." He said before pulling his wand out and running a mild medical scan over Lucius.

"Are you seriously scanning me?" Lucius said in mild amusement. "I won't die from having so many mind blowing orgasms that I don't think I'll be able to get it up for a month." He added wrinkling his nose when Harry lifted his wrist and checked his pulse. "I can assure you I'm perfectly fine, more than fine really I do think you're the best I've ever had." He said grinning slightly at Severus' horrified expression as he snatched his hand away.

"Lucius!" Harry said stunned and more than slightly smug and embarrassed. He gave a pointed look at Madam Prince who was gazing at Lucius skeptically.

"Was he really?" She said shocking Harry into a stupor. Severus whimpered and mock sobbed into his arms.

"I hate you all." He said. Harry flushed bright red.

"Merlin do you people ever do a normal morning?" Came an amused drawl. Harry cleared his throat and turned away from the amused dark lord who was leaning against the door frame completely unnoticed by all. Severus choked on his juice and Lucius stiffened in his seat.

"How long has he been standing there?" Madam Prince asked faintly. Harry frowned and vaguely remembered the wards warning him before he let the man in.

"It must have been earlier when I was working." He said with a shrug. "He didn't say anything when he came in so I forgot he was there.

"I cast a notice me not charm on myself." The dark lord said mildly. "You were supposed to forget I was here." He said before slipping into the remaining seat.

"Tea?" Harry offered unbothered by it all.

"I think I'll have whatever Lucius had, from what I heard it was the best." The man said silkily. Harry snorted slightly.

"I doubt it would work that way with us Lord Gaunt- I'd be having what Lucius had I presume." He said with a saucy wink.

"That and more." The dark lord said smoothly. "Unfortunately for Lucius he will not be sampling it again." He said darkly. Harry narrowed his gaze as the dark lord.

"Oh?" Harry said crossing his arms. Red eyes burned as they lit on the marks on the side of Harry's neck

"Last night was a test Hadrian, one last test to tell me which steps I should take." He said idly though there was a raging inferno in his eyes.

"And?" Harry said crossing his arms.

"I was the one that sent Lucius to you on the veranda Hadrian; do you really think I wasn't watching?" He said casually as he pulled out the newspaper and laid it across the table. "Lucius will not be sampling what you have to offer again because I don't think I could keep from killing him if he did." Harry glanced down at the picture of a nervously smiling Peter Pettigrew before slowly returning his gaze to burning red eyes.

"I can protect my lovers you know." Harry said softly, dangerously.

"You could try." The dark lord amended. "I'm having a little party with some friends of mine tonight, Lucius will be the only one that knows who you are and I don't even mind if you bring your little muggle trinkets with you." He said silkily. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat, his blood pumped harder and though he knew it should have been impossible after the night he'd just had he felt himself stir. "Consider this our first date." He said his voice more compelling than anything Harry had ever known.

"I don't do massacres." Harry said though his voice had gone rough. The dark lord quirked an eyebrow at him.

"There will be none of that, it would be pointless, no this is a sort of competition, a friendly duel." He said smirking. Harry caught the real meaning though; this was a duel to the death without restriction. It made his breath catch in his throat. The thought of a real duel, no greenies getting in the way, no easy target practice, but actual competition.

"There'd better be roses." He said with a smirk.

"And chocolate if you wish." The dark lord said holding out a small card.

"What does the winner get?" Harry asked accepting the card. The man smirked.

"The winner duels me." He said dark energy in his voice. Something all consuming shivered through Harry at the very thought of dueling this man. In his own time even as clouded by morals and a sense of duty as he was he could have admitted that the highlight of his life had become his rare duels with Voldemort.

"I have to be home in time for bed." Harry said feeling almost reluctant. It would be hard, impossibly hard to walk away from this man if they dueled, but he had to, things were going too fast as it was, he had to be cautious.

"Only if I get a good night kiss." The man said his tone scorching Harry's mind. Harry swallowed past the whimper that wanted to escape as he remembered the last brief kiss they'd shared.

"And you're sure I can't have Lucius any more?" He said swallowing past the lust pouring through his veins.

"Absolutely not." The man said his eyes narrowing as his hand gripped his wrist. "I want everything you said that you would give me Black and I do mean everything." He hissed. Harry nearly choked. Danger, lust, the temptation of a bloody battle, this was what he had become, what he'd fallen slave to and he knew it.

"And in return?" Harry dared whisper. He didn't care about hiding any more, he was too close to the edge of everything he wanted, he couldn't hide what was in his eyes.

"Trust me, utterly and completely. I will not betray that trust." The man urged.

"I won't be some mindless puppet that you get to torture when you have a bad day." Harry whispered.

"Of course not, you will stand above everyone else, a rank that cannot be touched because it is yours if you'll have it. You were right Hadrian, I cannot ignore this, and I will not and neither will you." The man said softly. Harry wondered when it was that they're faces had drifted closer or how it was he had become so completely sure that the dark lord was speaking the truth. But then he'd always known hadn't he? Others could fool him, but not Voldemort not with the link singing between them telling him what he needed to know.

"I'll go tonight, and I'll not sleep with another, but I don't know about the rest yet." He said softly. The dark lord relaxed minutely and nodded his head sharply.

"You will not touch another." He demanded. Harry felt himself soften.

"No." He said calmly.

"Lucius go home if you make any advances whatsoever towards Hadrian I will kill you is that understood?" The chair scraped back and Lucius bowed beside them though red eyes were still locked on his.

"Of course my lord. I wouldn't dream of it." He said softly.

"Oh I doubt that, you will dream of him for many, many nights to come, but you will never touch him or even gaze at him again." He said silkily before at last releasing Harry's wrist and letting him move back to his seat.

"My lord." Lucius said before turning and scurrying out of the room.

"Take some dreamless sleep and get some rest Hadrian you'll need your wits about you tonight." The dark lord said with a smirk before standing and slipping out of the room and then out of his home. Harry stared at the spot where the man had been seated and let out a sigh.

"Can I go?" Severus asked with wide eyes. "I want to watch." He said breaking the silence.

"I don't like the sound of it." Madam Prince said her lips pressed into a thin line though it was obvious she was leaving the decision to Harry.

"It might be a good opportunity actually." Harry said reluctantly. "Severus will need to begin training with weapons soon anyway what with the war coming." He said shaking his head.

"War?" Madam Prince said alarmed. Harry nodded.

"I won't hide it from you Madam, there is a war coming, and in this war the people that survive it will most certainly be the ones that know how to defend themselves and keep from making novice moves. I can teach Severus how to survive perhaps even climb rank but some things like this duel must be experienced and observed first so that he realizes the urgency of it."

"And you're sure that the dark lord will win this war?" She said with a lift of her chin. Harry sighed heavily and wiped his face with his hands.

"Madam, I say this not out of pride but because I simply know, with me on his side the dark lord will win this war, I am what tips the scale." He said tiredly.

"Certainly sounds like pride to me." She muttered. Harry snorted.

"I know but either way I will do everything in my power to prepare and protect Severus, you know that." He said standing. She smiled faintly.

"Yes I suppose I do know that." She said relaxing slightly. Harry nodded.

"I'm going to bed, be ready to leave at a quarter past six Severus." He instructed before heading back down the hall and to his bed.

It was a shame, he thought as he fell into bed and closed his eyes; the pillow still smelled of Lucius.

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