Lucius had been wearing a smug little grin all day. He couldn't help it. The memory of what had happened the night before kept flitting through his mind. If he were still a younger man, he would have needed to find his wife, a whore or helped himself two or three times already just from the heat of that encounter. As it was, he was able to savor the lust of it all and fantasize about what else he would like to do with Potter without having a minor explosion.
It was the taste of Potter's mouth that Lucius kept fixating on. There was certain sweetness to it that he hadn't expected. The boy had a nice scent to him too, a slight hint of vanilla that was no doubt the product of cohabiting with a young woman. Lucius smirked. He'd smelled like roses and lavender for a few years himself before he'd finally insisted upon his own flavor of fine French-milled soap.
Vanilla suited the young man though. That was not to say that he was bland, but rather that he was sweet and richly textured. Lucius found himself wanting to explore more of Harry and preferably at a more leisurely pace than the previous night.
The major problem to be solved, of course, was how to arrange it. He couldn't very well invite the boy to the manor and there weren't all that many private, suitable places away from the manor where Malfoy could take him – in all senses of the word.
Then there was a decision to be made about the best way to get Potter to whatever venue Lucius eventually settled upon. He supposed that was something that should be worked out when he knew what sort of place it would be. He could lure Potter there through trickery and subterfuge, he could try to attract the boy outright or as he had the previous night, he could manipulate others to get Potter where the older wizard wanted him.
After quite a bit of thought, Malfoy decided that a day in Diagon Alley was in order. There were some things that he needed to purchase and shopping always helped him think.
oOoOo
Harry stared up at the portraits of former headmasters on the wall behind Headmistress McGonnagall's desk. His old head of house had graciously acquiesced when Harry requested a few minutes alone to seek the advice of one painting's occupant on a personal matter. In fact, Minerva had been far more gracious than most of the other Headmasters were now, as he informed them that "alone" meant just him and the man he'd come to speak to.
The majority wandered off grumbling but one gave him a friendly wink before disappearing out of his frame, leaving only black canvas behind. When they had all gone, Harry stood in indecision, feeling like he was eleven years old again and waiting for his first detention.
"Well?" The portrait asked when Harry was silent for so long.
"Headmaster…" the auror paused again before finding the courage to tell the painting why he'd come. "I'd like to ask you a few questions about Lucius Malfoy."
"Oh?" The familiar face seemed genuinely intrigued. "What sort of questions did you have in mind?"
Ah, now came the embarrassing bit. "Did," Harry had to take a steadying breath before going on, "Professor, did you ever know Lucius Malfoy to fancy men?"
"Considering all the precautions you just took, Potter, I presumed that you had a serious matter for me." Snape's drawl was dismissive. "If you'll excuse me…"
"I am serious, Professor!" Harry hated the note of desperation in his voice almost as much as he hated having this discussion with Snape of all people. Still, if Snape didn't answer the questions, Harry didn't know who else to ask. The only other person who knew Lucius intimately enough to answer was his wife and Harry couldn't fathom asking Narcissa about this.
The painted image paused, its ebony eyes scrutinizing the young auror for several long moments. Then it spoke once more. "You are serious. Hmm." Snape turned pensive. "What has Lucius done that leads you to ask me such a question?"
Harry knew that he needed to word his reply carefully if he didn't want to give everything away. "He…well, I think he has been pursuing me with romantic intentions." Once the words were out, Harry felt his face flushing with heat.
Snape gave an amused snort and if he was shocked, Harry couldn't tell. When he spoke, the former headmaster's voice was mocking. "Lucius must have lost all of his taste during the war if he is after you, Potter. Either that or you're mistaken about his actions."
"Do you think it is possible though for Mister Malfoy to have that sort of intent?"
Tilting his head as he pondered, Severus nodded. "Lucius always was rather," there was a momentary pause as the portrait sought the proper word, "liberal in his pursuits."
Harry was sure there was something more that Snape wasn't telling him, but Harry had enough experience with his former professor to know that the man would keep his secrets. Instead of pressing the matter, the auror nodded.
"Then what would you suggest I do about it, Professor?"
"Do?" Snape gave him another one of those looks that Harry was so used to. "That depends entirely upon you, Potter. Either you wish the attention to continue or you do not. If I know Lucius, and I happen to know him quite well, you are most likely providing a diversion for his boredom.
"If you wish to interact with him, then either play his game or end it by giving him what he wants. If you don't want his plans to come to fruition, then you will have to put him off until he loses interest or finds something else to occupy his time. However…I should think that Lucius has plenty of free time these days, being without a wand and all."
Harry sighed. He'd been afraid of an answer like that. Maybe he could invent something for Lucius to fixate upon besides Harry? Then again, a traitorous part of him wondered if he didn't just want to give in instead.
"Don't look so downtrodden, Potter. You wear that expression quite often and it doesn't suit you. Unless perhaps Lucius fancies the martyred look," there was almost a perverse light of enjoyment on Snape's face, "and Merlin knows that you could use some tutelage in sophistication."
The auror sighed. Some things just never changed when dealing with Severus Snape. Though upon further reflection, Harry had to admit that Snape's barbs were significantly less harsh than they had been before he died. Perhaps that did mean Severus had changed. At any rate, Harry could always leave the room if the insults got to be too much for him.
"Nevermind that," Harry was determined not to give the dead wizard the satisfaction of driving him away, "if I wanted to get Lucius' attention away from me, how would you suggest that I do it? There has to be some way."
"Other than giving him a new wand?" Snape shrugged. "I don't know Potter. Not having had any interaction with Malfoy since my demise, I don't know his state of mind these days. Last I saw him, he was rather desperate, but I'm certain that has changed."
The dark eyes bored into Harry again. "Though maybe only less desperate in certain contexts." Meaning again that Lucius must be desperate if he was pursuing Harry. The young man shook his head. So like Snape.
"He's not the man he was," Harry admitted, "and certain parts of society don't hesitate to remind him how low he has fallen. Even so, most people won't shun him outright because they know Narcissa helped me.
"For a while Lucius wouldn't leave his mansion at all but now that he has ventured out, he seems determined to make everyone deal with him." Especially me. Harry didn't add that out loud.
Snape nodded at Harry's words. "Then he is likely thinking more like the Lucius I knew. Or near enough." His gaze fixed on Harry. "Never underestimate him, Potter. Lucius has been known to have serious lapses in judgment but nevertheless he is single-minded and ruthless when he has his sights set on something."
"Believe me, I know." Harry's voice was soft as he too considered his options. Finally he squared his shoulders and met the portrait's gaze again. "I'll think of something. Thank you, Professor."
Snape gave one final nod and was obviously waiting for the young auror to take his leave. Harry was almost to the door before the potions master spoke again.
"Potter, if you do happen to succumb to the charms of Lucius Malfoy," Harry turned to face the portrait, "don't make the mistake of thinking that he will leave his wife for you. He'll never leave Narcissa."
There was a deeper message in that, Harry was sure. He opened his mouth to ask but closed it again. What had happened between the two older wizards was really none of his business. Especially since one of them was now dead.
Instead, he just nodded. "Thank you, Professor. I'll keep that in mind."
Harry realized that he now had even more to think about than before and he wasn't likely to come to a satisfactory conclusion any time soon.
oOoOo
All was in readiness, or at least as much as Malfoy could prepare beforehand. It had taken him a week to get everything worked out and he now waited as impatiently as ever in a black hooded cloak over dark robes.
The house in which he was concealed was abandoned, but Lucius had taken great pains to make sure it was suitable for what he had in mind that evening. Just the right words would be passed along to Potter, hopefully bringing him to this spot during the midnight hour.
Lucius shifted in his robes and played a little with the material as he waited. Of course Narcissa had gotten rid of his Death Eater's robes as soon as the Dark Lord was vanquished but part of Lucius wished that she hadn't. He had felt a certain power when he was dressed in them, one that would not have gone amiss this evening. However, his current robes would just have to do.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lucius heard sounds heralding the arrival of someone else at the property. Malfoy's major fear was that Potter would bring another person – most likely Weasley – along with him. With that possibility in mind, Lucius did have a few contingency plans in place.
The Lestranges' former house was riddled with booby traps that he could spring on the unsuspecting, even without magic. Or perhaps it would be better to say with the tiny bit of magic that Lucius could perform without a wand. Nobody except Narcissa suspected that he could still perform any spells at all and he wanted to keep it that way.
If things went too badly wrong Malfoy could always disappear, but he hoped that wouldn't happen. He had gone to all of this trouble and he wanted to make sure that it went off – preferably without a hitch.
There was a shifting in the shadows near the door and Lucius tensed. This was the moment of truth, no turning back now. He held his breath and a single form stepped across the threshold.
It was the right size and shape to be Potter, though Malfoy couldn't tell much more. One thing was certain, the man was being extremely cautious. He had not cast lumos. Instead he stood just inside the door trying to peer into the shadows. Lucius imagined the boy's every nerve on edge, waiting for something to happen. Perfect.
The-man-presumed-to-be-Harry took a step into the room, then another and paused once more. When he turned, Lucius eased up behind him and wrapped an arm quickly around the man's chest, catching the young auror's arm before he could direct a spell Malfoy's way.
"Hello, Harry," Lucius purred into Potter's ear and he felt the body pressed against him relax infinitesimally. Interesting reaction, Potter. Malfoy had expected the boy to become even tenser. Very interesting indeed.
"Malfoy?" Harry tried to turn but Lucius shifted his weight, keeping the younger man in the same position in relation to his body. Lucius thrilled at the feeling of Harry's wiry solidity pressed so close to him. Despite his draping black robes and Harry's auror outfit, Malfoy fancied that the young man could probably feel Lucius' erection pressing against his muscular back.
"How did you guess?" Lucius murmured into Harry's ear. The younger man shivered deliciously at the soft breath as it passed over sensitive flesh. Lucius could only imagine what the boy would do with Malfoy's breath washing across his bare cock. But then, Lucius had always possessed a fertile imagination.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Malfoy could hear the huskiness that infused the younger man's voice and his smile widened. Harry sounded just as turned on as Lucius was himself.
"Waiting for you, of course. You can't think that I often spend my time lurking in the abandoned home of my former in-laws."
As he spoke, Lucius loosened his hold enough to send a hand exploring down the younger man's body. Harry was now free to move but he remained stock-still.
"You…" the young auror had to take in a sharp breath as Lucius' hand slipped over Harry's crotch and his thumb stroked the outline of the growing bulge there. So the boy did want Lucius. Unseen, the elder wizard smiled. "…You planned this? You brought me here?"
"Well, technically you brought yourself here, but I did plant a few words in the right ears," his thumb continued its movements and the boy shifted against him. Lucius thought he might have even detected a low moan. This was so much better than he had imagined it would be.
The blood thrummed through the older wizard's body and made his cock throb. He let a few more moments of silence pass before deciding that Harry would need some prompting.
"Are you going to do anything, Potter, or are you trying to make me believe that you're a statue? I must say, this part is solid enough for it." Lucius gave the boy's crotch a squeeze and this time Harry actually groaned an obscenity out loud. Malfoy chuckled.
"Was that a request or an offer, my boy? I think you'll find that I am quite versatile."
It was a true enough statement. Lucius didn't usually bottom on general principle, but he had the suspicion that being shagged by Potter would be an extraordinary experience. There was so much pent up aggression in the young man that Lucius imagined being buggered by Harry would probably leave him seeing stars. It was worth giving up control if that meant a great deal of pleasure was to follow – at least in Malfoy's way of thinking.
Harry finally growled and turned to face the older man. "Neither, Malfoy! And I'll thank you to keep your hands off of me!" He gave Malfoy a shove but it wasn't enough to actually move the elder wizard, just to punctuate his words.
Ah, there was the passion that Lucius was becoming familiar with. Potter's green eyes were blazing emeralds and Lucius felt his cock give a little twitch.
"Or what, Potter?" he sneered. "What will you do if I touch you, hmm?" Reaching out, he did just that. "We both know that you like my touch, so why deny what is so very obvious?" Fingertips touched Harry's crotch again to illustrate and one of Lucius' eyebrows rose.
Harry gritted his teeth and stepped away. It was clear that he still intended to fight what both of them wanted, what both of them needed, really. Typical Gryffindor.
"I'm engaged to be married!"
"So?" Lucius didn't see why that mattered at all in this situation. He was already married, as Potter well knew.
"And you're old enough to be my father."
Lucius snorted again. "However, I am not your father. Nor am I a blood relative…at least not within several degrees on your father's side. Nor would it technically matter if I was more closely related, as we could never produce offspring."
Feeling that he had succinctly put to rest any further argument from Potter, he moved closer to the young man once more. "You know that you want me, and I know it as well. Your body betrays you. How long will your stubbornness last, Potter?"
Harry seemed to be searching for more arguments when something else occurred to the elder wizard. "Unless, of course, you're afraid."
A spark of defiance flashed in the young auror's eyes and Lucius felt triumphant. There. That was the former Gryffindor's Achilles Heel – that everlasting pride and fear of being thought a coward.
"I'm not afraid of you!" Harry growled out.
Oh, he was so hot when he was angry! Lucius couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on. He wore nothing beneath his robes and his engorged cock was starting to stand up tight against his belly. From what he'd felt, he knew it wouldn't take much before Potter's was doing the same.
"Then why don't you stop stalling and prove it, Potter? You weren't nearly so reticent the other night." Lucius shifted so that he was inside Harry's personal space once more. He'd been doing that a lot of late and he knew it got under Potter's skin. Harry held his ground but it was apparent that he didn't know whether to bolt, to give in or to lash out as he had during their last encounter.
"Are you worried about your girlfriend? She need never know about us, Potter. I don't think she would believe it anyway."
Anger smoldered in the younger man's eyes for a moment but it was followed quickly by fear. Harry turned away and Lucius was afraid that he'd made a grave mistake in mentioning the Weasley girl. Idiot! Of course he'll feel the need to be honest with her. He's a bloody Gryffindor!
Suddenly the boy turned to face him again and the lust was burning in his gaze as strongly as ever. "Why are you doing this to me, Malfoy? Of all the wizards out there, why me?"
There was a desperation in the questions that moved the older wizard. How was he to answer the boy? Finally he settled on a simple reply.
"Because I can," Lucius shrugged, "because you present a challenge." He reached out once more and drew his fingertips down Harry's chest. "Because you really have become quite alluring and because you want me in return, even if you're too stubborn to admit it to either of us." He met the boy's gaze again. "Now can we please fuck before my balls explode?"
There was a lift of the boy's lips despite himself. The elder wizard didn't expect something that easy to work on Potter but the mood needed a bit of lightening if they were to get anywhere.
Lucius knew that the boy was inexperienced when it came to men so unless he managed to get Harry worked up as he had before – which he was failing to do thus far – there would have to be at least a touch of levity and a bit of patience on Malfoy's part to get everything to a happy ending.
Since Potter hadn't moved away again, Lucius decided to try what had worked last time and leaned in to press his lips to Harry's. The auror didn't return the kiss with fiery passion as he had the previous week, but then again, this time he'd seen it coming. Lucius probed the young man's lips gingerly with the tip of his tongue, coaxing Harry to grant him entrance.
A moment or two later, he felt the boy sigh and give way at last. Malfoy's tongue slid into that sweet, hot mouth he'd tasted before and he hummed his appreciation. It almost shocked him out of the kiss, however, when he felt Potter's hand stroke through his hair.
The pads of the boy's fingers sliding along his scalp felt so sinfully wicked that Lucius couldn't stop a shiver as it skittered down his spine. In response, he caught Harry's lower lip between his teeth and tugged it lightly. Harry's touch felt so nice on his head that Lucius hoped to be able to tempt it farther down.
Harry uttered a soft moan and the older man thought that was a good start. Potter was definitely wearing far too much clothing so without relinquishing Harry's lips, he started on the younger man's robes. By the time he got them undone, both men were breathing heavy and Harry pulled back finally to shake his head.
"This is wrong." The young auror's eyes were bright and he looked so utterly snogged, not to mention so completely shaggable.
"No, it's not, Potter…Harry. We're both adults." Lucius skirted any other details as being superfluous. He wanted Harry and the boy was of age. That was all that mattered. The fact that Harry wanted him back was merely icing on the cake.
Before the young man could protest further, Lucius grabbed the two sides of Harry's open robes and pulled him toward the adjacent bedroom. He was happy that the boy didn't protest again, though Harry did shoot a look toward the bed that showed his trepidation. Lucius would have found it touching if he were the sort of man who had those thoughts.
Instead, he settled his hands upon the young man's hips so that his thumbs could just slide under the waistband of Harry's trousers and started to kiss the auror's neck. That was such a universal erogenous zone that it always helped the older wizard coax even the most reluctant lover to fall under his spell. He felt Harry tilt his head and chuckled softly at the young man's hum of pleasure. That was just what Lucius wanted.
If he could just get Potter desperate enough to forget himself again, the battle would be won and Malfoy could finally get what he wanted. It really was becoming quite a strain by this point. If Harry hadn't been such an innocent, Lucius would have had the boy by now. Then again, if Harry weren't an innocent, the situation would have lost most of its charm.
Slowly Lucius started rubbing his thumbs up and down, tracing the vee-shaped ridge of muscles on Harry's torso. It was gratifying when Harry hummed again and the boy's hips rocked a little. The slight movement was much the same as begging in Lucius' book and the former dark wizard had always loved it when people begged him for things.
Kissing his way up along Harry's jaw, he murmured temptation into the boy's ear like the serpent to Eve in the Garden of Eden. "Fuck me, Harry. Use me hard like you've been dreaming about. Do things to me that you would never do with little Ginny Weasley. We're alone here and nobody need ever know."
Lucius intended to use Harry as he'd been dreaming about as well, but that would have to come later, once he'd earned a portion of the boy's confidence and trust. He was positive that the rewards would be worth the effort involved. They certainly had been thus far.
Pulling back a little, Lucius saw a spark in the boy's eyes that he found very promising. It was obvious that Harry was seeing an end to all his frustration and the older man welcomed that as well. For the first time during this encounter, Harry kissed him and the boy's hands unfastened Lucius' cloak, which dropped, unheeded to the floor.
Lucius interpreted this move as a green light to get naked and his hands continued undoing Harry's clothing. He pushed the auror's open robes off his shoulders and then turned his attention to Potter's belt and trousers. Harry's kiss became more heated and Lucius happily followed the intensity of it.
Before he realized what was happening, the young auror had insinuated his hand between the folds of Malfoy's robes and wrapped his fingers around Lucius' straining shaft. Caught off guard by the feeling of a talented, callused hand stroking over his over-sensitive skin, Lucius gasped into Harry's mouth and emptied his balls with a groan that was part pleasure, part embarrassment and part pure fury that Potter had ruined his plan. It would be a good long time before Lucius was ready to go again and Potter had wasted this opportunity for him.
When the older wizard pulled away from the kiss, he saw that Harry was wearing a smug little smile. "Payback for last time," was the boy's only comment.
Well, they would see about that. If Lucius wasn't going to get his mind-blowing orgasm with Potter's cock pulsing inside of him, then he would simply stroke Potter off as well. By all rights he should leave the impudent brat to get blue balls, but his hand was already wrapping around Potter's erection.
"Two can play at that game, Potter."
He fisted Harry tightly and as he did so, he nipped at Harry's neck and collarbone. Harry hissed and writhed at the onslaught, apparently incapable or unwilling to stop the older wizard. When it was clear the boy was close, however, Lucius found himself being impelled downward. His instinct was to resist but his legs were almost touching the bed and Potter possessed enough strength to push Lucius down onto it.
A mere few seconds passed after Lucius was forced to sit and then the young auror gave a grunt and came. Cum spurted into Lucius' face and he turned his head, feeling a stream of the warm liquid sliding down his cheek. A few more jets of the fluid lighted on his ear and in his hair before following gravity as well. At last the boy appeared to be spent. Lucius glared up at him and Harry gave a smile in return, his chest heaving.
"That was…brilliant," Harry panted finally and used his thumb to rub some of his spilled fluids over Lucius' skin. None of this was at all near to the plan and Malfoy was livid.
"Why the hell did you do that, Potter?"
"Ahh, Lucius. You said to do what I'd been dreaming about, and this is just what I've been dreaming about – my cum dripping down your face. Though I had hoped you might have been doing more at the time than stroking me off."
Harry kept from adding that the man had also told him to do things to him – Lucius – that Harry wouldn't do to his fiancée. Coming in her face was definitely one thing Harry wouldn't do to Ginny, unless she asked him to, of course.
Lucius did not know what to do. The situation had gotten well out of hand. He was sitting there with the boy's cum drying on his skin and Potter looked so damn pleased with himself! Lucius hadn't even gotten a proper fuck out of the deal. He'd been well and truly out-Slytherined by a former Gryffindor. That's what he got for trying to break the habit of a lifetime and be nice to someone.
"Get out, Potter."
"But I thought that this was where you wanted me."
"OUT!"
Harry shrugged, "Suit yourself."
Reaching down, Potter quickly tucked himself back into his trousers and restored his other clothing. Then, giving the older man another insufferable grin, the young auror disapperated with a pop.
Grinding his teeth in aggravation, Lucius went to clean himself up and plot his revenge. No matter what the boy thought, the two of them were most definitely not even.