A/N: I just wanted to say to those of you who are reviewing, thanks so much! I'm packing for a 3000 mile move right now (I leave next Tuesday) and you guys are helping keep me grounded and not quite as stressed as I might be. I love getting the feedback and if anyone has constructive criticism, please feel free to share it. So, without futher ado…more smut…*hugs* -J

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Monday was the day that Harry did something that he'd sworn he would never do; he lied to Ginny. After trying all weekend to put aside whatever attachment he had to Malfoy, he realized that he just couldn't. The memory of Lucius' parting gift was just too strong. Or perhaps, as Harry was ashamed to admit to himself, he was just too weak to let go.

Whatever the precise reason, he found himself at lunch on Monday, agreeing to keep their affair secret. As he expected, Lucius had planned a tryst for them after the meal and Harry went along without protest. The guilt gnawed at him incessantly but Lucius was such a brilliant lover that Harry's body responded without fail to the man's every action.

By the time they got to their destination, Harry was already hard as a rock and Lucius teased him without mercy until he too could no longer put off their coupling. They had needy, lust-filled sex and afterward Harry promised to come along to the manor that night for another round. Anything Lucius asked of him, Harry couldn't refuse. If he hadn't known better, he would have sworn he was under a spell.

Later that afternoon, when he knew Ginny would be home, he used one of the aurors' fireplaces to tell her that he was going to be working on some new, very secret projects and to not wait up for him. The stab of guilt was back with a vengeance but so was the low throb of desire when he thought about that evening.

The one saving grace was that Ginny didn't seem to suspect anything. She gave him a smile, told him to be careful and let him know that his dinner would be waiting in the icebox when he got home. Harry felt sick as he ended the floo call. He hated the subterfuge but there was nothing else for it.

He'd solved one problem, now he just had to think of a story to tell his best friend. Since he and Ron were partners, it took a little more skill to explain what he was doing. Harry decided that it would be best to tell Ron that he was making special plans for the upcoming wedding and honeymoon and ask that Ron please not mention anything to Ginny.

That seemed to do the trick because Ron clapped his best friend on the back, agreed that he knew nothing of Harry's clandestine activities and promised that it would stay that way.

After talking to Ron, Harry felt a lot better. A few weeks of freedom were all he needed to scratch his itch with Lucius. Then, once the newness and excitement wore off, Harry could put an end to it and settle down happily with Ginny. With that rosy thought firm in his mind, he let himself return to fancies of a certain white-haired man and the joy that the two of them were discovering together.

When six o'clock finally rolled around, Ron departed with a wink in Harry's direction and Harry found himself alone in the office. The auror forced himself not to rush as he closed his files and locked them away in the drawer. He put away his quills and ink and tossed a bit of rubbish that littered his desktop into the bin. Then he got up, slung his robes around his shoulders and walked with a measured pace toward the fireplace.

His pulse was pounding. There was a very familiar tingling between his legs and he knew he had a half-erection already. Lucius had presented him with a pair of silk boxers and asked him to wear them when he visited. Harry could feel the expensive material sliding along his sensitive flesh with every step.

Leave it to Lucius to provide such a sweet torture, even when he wasn't around. It was all Harry could do not to touch himself.

Instead he took up a handful of floo powder and dropped it into the grate, naming Lucius' cottage. When he arrived at his destination, he found it aglow with enchanted candlelight. The master of the place was nowhere to be found so Harry dropped his robes and the small case he carried to work and tried to decide how best to wait.

He was almost tempted to strip and get into bed but as Lucius had asked him to wear the boxers, he would want to see Harry in them.

Finally the auror decided to grab a drink and claim the chair in front of the fire. As he sipped a glass of firewhiskey, he could no longer keep his hand from drifting down to fondle his crotch.

He imagined that it was Lucius' elegant fingertips that slipped slowly down his shaft and then dropped beneath to fondle his balls just the way the young auror liked it. He uttered a moan low in his throat and a voice close by his ear murmured, "You know, it's not polite to start without me."

Harry's eyes flashed open and he instinctively shot forward. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and pulled him back into the chair. Lucius' breath was hot on Harry's ear for an instant before the older man sucked the auror's earlobe into his mouth as his hands drifted down Harry's body. All Harry could do was grip the arms of the chair as he surrendered. "Oh, Lucius…"

The elder wizard chuckled and rubbed his hand where Harry's had been. He let go of the boy's earlobe so that he could purr as his palm stroked over Harry's cock, "So hard and ready for me again, Harry? You're insatiable!" He kissed the spot below Harry's ear and then licked the edge of the auror's jaw. "I love that in a man."

Harry could only groan and press himself against Lucius' touch. He wanted more. It didn't matter if what the older man was doing made him come. Lucius had already proven that he could coax Harry's cock back to life with little effort. The elder man laughingly referred to it as the 'joys of youth' and Harry had to admit that there was a great deal of joy to be taken from it.

He realized that Lucius was again speaking and he had to refocus to make sense of the words. It appeared Malfoy had gotten Harry's trousers undone because he was saying, "...wore the pants I bought for you. Very good, my boy." His hand lightly grazed the tip of Harry's cock, causing the auror to gasp and tighten his grip on the arms of the chair. Lucius laughed and brushed a circle around the area.

"You like that, I see."

"Oh, fuck, Lucius..." Harry bit his lip and couldn't say any more. With the impossibly soft fabric between Lucius' teasing fingers and Harry's burning flesh, he lost the ability to speak, almost the ability to breathe. Lucius laughed again. "You've not seen anything yet."

He pulled Harry's head to the side and gave him a scorching, yet fleeting kiss. Then Lucius walked around the chair and settled between the young auror's knees. Having already experienced one of Lucius' blow jobs, it was not surprising in the least that Harry's cock gave a jump of anticipation. Even so, Harry wasn't quite prepared when the older wizard lowered his head and started to suck Harry though the fabric.

Harry emitted a loud groan as his head fell backward. His hips twitched upward again and Lucius pushed the auror's legs a little wider apart. Crafty fingers sought Harry's bollocks and alternately squeezed and stroked them while Harry writhed under the onslaught. Harry's cock was tenting the silk and Lucius wrapped his lips tight around the head, sucking as his tongue circled. Letting loose a hoarse cry, Harry came and came before finally sagging limp in the chair.

He wasn't aware of anything for a good long time but when he finally had the wherewithal to look down at himself, he saw a nice wet patch on the pants. Lucius was still kneeling, looking very pleased with himself indeed.

Harry reached down and slid his fingers into the silky white hair and found himself lost for words. From the change in Lucius' expression, no words were necessary. One thing was necessary, however, and Harry took a second to cast a cleaning charm on himself. Lucius might be smug about it but Harry wasn't about to sit there with his own cum cementing his underpants to his body.

"You are an evil old man."

"I do believe that's a given, Potter."

Oh, he looked so insufferably pleased with himself. Harry growled and the older man laughed out loud at the sound. The laugh was brief, however. Lucius looked up at Harry and sobered.

"Harry," he took hold of the auror's hand, "I want tonight to be the night."

Harry didn't exactly know what Malfoy meant by the statement. "For...?"

"I want to show you what it's like to truly be with a man."

Harry swallowed hard. He wasn't sure he was ready for that. Lucius saw his reluctance and stood slowly without relinquishing Harry's hand.

"Trade me places."

Harry didn't move so Malfoy gave a light tug on his arm. "Come on, Harry. I promise that we'll take it slow."

Reluctantly Harry rose, expecting to be led off to bed despite what Lucius had said. The elder wizard did switch places with him though, settling down into the comfy chair and pulling Harry onto his lap.

As Lucius was only wearing a black dressing gown, it was easy for Harry to feel the reactions of the man's body; not only the arousal but also the heat that radiated from him. If he weren't scared to death by what Lucius was proposing to do to him, Harry would have happily melted into that heat.

Perhaps sensing Harry's reluctance, Lucius reached up and framed Harry's face in his hands. He pulled the young auror to him, kissing him softly at first and then with a growing passion. Harry soon found himself losing track of everything but the taste of Lucius' mouth and the excitement of the man's tongue as it flickered and teased his own, drawing a rumbling response from this throat. Harry wasn't even aware that he was being undressed until Lucius' fingers pinched one of his bare nipples, prompting Harry to arch his back and groan. When he did so, his body came into better contact with the other man's and Lucius growled in response.

To retaliate, Harry slid his palm down the center of Malfoy's chest until it was stopped by his knotted sash. Tugging the knot open, he then let his hand continue its journey. He felt the shiver as his fingers brushed through the hairs below Lucius' navel and the older man murmured Harry's name.

"Mmm?"

"I'm not the only one who's evil."

"We'll call it a draw."

Lucius made a sound in his throat that Harry interpreted as agreement and then gave Harry's waistband a little tug. "Get these off, Harry."

The younger man nodded and lifted up so that he could comply. Just that small shift caused him to lose some of Lucius' heat so he didn't waste any time with the clothing. Once it was in a heap on the floor, he burrowed back into Lucius' embrace.

Chuckling, Lucius wrapped the young auror into his arms again and gave Harry another sound kiss. Harry returned the kiss ferociously until he felt Lucius move his hand to fish around in one of the pockets of his robe. The auror pulled away then to catch his breath and look down to see what the other man was doing. The hand emerged with a small, lavender-colored bottle.

"I went shopping for us yesterday." Lucius smiled. "I rather hoped that I'd be able to use it soon, though I must confess that I wasn't sure it would be tonight."

"What is it?" Harry's eyes hadn't left the bottle and he felt slightly uneasy about what it contained.

"A special little concoction produced by a certain alchemist of my acquaintance." Lucius unstoppered the bottle, dipped his index finger and then his middle finger into it before closing it again. "It helps quite a bit when introducing a young man to…certain pleasures."

As he spoke, the elder wizard maneuvered his hand beneath Harry's bottom and into the cleft between. Slowly his fingers stroked a bit of the material over Harry's opening. Harry gasped and then bit his lower lip.

The oil or whatever it was produced a curious sensation wherever it touched. He couldn't really have described it if asked what it felt like but it was a sort of pleasant tingling. In fact, it took a moment for Harry to realize that Lucius had slipped the digits inside of him so it must have had a sort of numbing property as well.

Lucius was watching him intently and just as a wicked smirk settled upon the older man's face, Harry felt an electric spike of pleasure wash through him. There was no way he could hold back the loud groan that sprung from his throat in response. He didn't know what Lucius had done to him but by Merlin, Harry wanted him to keep doing it.

Harry rolled his hips and moaned Lucius' name to encourage him to keep going. Lucius gave a delighted laugh and kissed Harry's jaw.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Good didn't even begin to describe it. It was so wonderful that Harry could only nod and murmur, "Mmm hmm!"

"Just wait." Lucius added a third finger and Harry's back arched as he gasped again.

There was no way that he could have predicted this type of pleasure. Like most straight boys, he'd always been rather terrified of the idea of being penetrated in this manner. He'd expected it to be excruciating, even though Lucius seemed to like it when Harry did it to him. Now, though the auror realized that the oil must account for some of it, he thought that pleasure this strong would be more than worth a certain amount of discomfort.

Harry closed his eyes and rocked hungrily against Lucius' hand, taking all the man would give him. If he hadn't just gotten off, he would definitely have come by now. Instead he felt the joy rising inside of him and hoped that it would never stop.

He could feel Lucius' erection nudging against his body as he rocked and knew dimly that it wouldn't be long before the elder man couldn't wait any more. At this point, Harry couldn't care less.

In fact, he almost didn't notice that Lucius had withdrawn his fingers until something thicker and harder pressed at his opening. Vibrant blue eyes stared into his and the tightly controlled desire that Harry read there made his blood pound even harder through his veins. Strong hands gripped his ass and pulled him farther forward and then down so that Lucius could push inside.

The other wizard started slowly, making sure not to hurt him too much. Harry found all of his breath leaving in a gasp and he grimaced as he tried to get used to the unusual sensation. After a moment, Lucius withdrew a bit and Harry groaned loudly. Despite the potion, the movement hurt – though there was a sensation, almost like an aftertaste, of pleasure.

Lucius pulled Harry back onto him, drawing a further gasp and Harry clung to his shoulders. The older man was breathing heavily through his nose and the intensity of his gaze had grown – something that Harry hadn't thought possible. For the moment he wasn't moving as he let Harry get used to being filled, and there was a fine tremor in his muscles from holding back. Letting go of the man's shoulder with one hand, Harry brought his fingers under Malfoy's jaw.

"I'm all right," he murmured, then placed a kiss on his lover's lips, "make love to me…"

There was one more moment of hesitation as though Lucius wanted to be sure. Then he gave a tilt of his head that Harry interpreted as assent and started to take Harry with abandon.

For his part, the auror clung to the older man's shoulders, using them for leverage as he rocked with Lucius' thrusts. It wasn't long before he was again panting hard and groaning each time he was filled up with that thick cock.

A few minutes passed before Harry felt his lover's fingers wrap around his neglected erection. Throwing his head back, Harry moaned Lucius' name and bucked into the circle of Malfoy's practiced grip.

Harry's moves became frantic and no sooner had he found himself on the brink of orgasm than he was already coming, his body twitching and spasming as he poured out his fluids over Lucius' still stroking hand.

When he was spent, it was all Harry could do to hang on until the other man finally cried out and filled the auror with the product of their passion. That too was a rather bizarre sensation but by that point Harry was so spent and drowsy that he barely noticed it. His head lolled on Lucius' shoulder and he drifted into a pleasant doze.

Some undeterminable amount of time later Harry felt himself being shifted. His eyes drifted open, barely, and Lucius murmured, "Let's go to bed Harry."

The young man grunted but that was all the response he gave on the subject. Lucius nudged him and automatically Harry disentangled himself from the older man and got up. Now that he was finally able to rise, Lucius stretched with a hum and then led his lover to the bedroom. It was clear that Potter was still mostly asleep so Lucius guided him to the bed and got him settled before crawling behind the auror and wrapping him in strong arms.

Harry's breathing deepened almost immediately and the older man assumed that he'd dropped back to sleep. However, only a minute or two passed before Harry spoke, "Lucius?"

"Hmm?"

"Love you."

That was all Harry said – or heard – before lapsing into oblivion.

Lucius couldn't sleep. Two days had passed since the boy had told Lucius that he loved him. After they'd woken from their nap and had a very late dinner, it seemed like Harry didn't even know what he'd said to the elder wizard.

Of course Harry was affectionate as usual but he didn't appear to be besotted or anything of that nature. Once he was ready to leave, he'd given Lucius a passionate kiss, thanked him for the evening and promised that they would be together again soon. He did not, however, repeat the words.

Perhaps the most difficult thing for Lucius to figure out – and the reason for his current state of sleeplessness – was what his own feelings were on the matter. His relationship with Potter had changed so dramatically and so quickly that it was almost like getting stuck in a whirlwind.

Lucius was becoming fond of the boy and he lusted after Harry's body as much or more than any partner he'd ever been with. Still, he wasn't sure that love had anything to do with it. And what if it did? As Malfoy had made plain from the start, he wasn't going to leave Narcissa, nor did he think Harry would want to give up the Weasley girl.

What did that leave for the two of them other than the arrangement they were currently enjoying? Even if the two men declared undying love for one another, they could not be open about it. Lucius was confident that Narcissa wouldn't leave him over the affair but as he'd also discussed with Harry before, Ginny was unlikely to stick around.

Sighing, Lucius turned on his back and contemplated the ceiling. Living this sort of double life was a problem that Malfoy had never had to solve. He hoped that he could come up with something soon.

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It had been several days since Harry had last seen Lucius. Knowing that Ginny was still apt to get suspicious if he was away too much, he'd been devoting some quality time to her. On a whim, he took her to her favorite restaurant. She playfully asked what the occasion was and Harry told her that he wanted to apologize for working so many hours of late.

"As long as you're not seeing another witch behind my back," Ginny grinned but there was a question behind the smile.

It hit rather close to home but Harry kept his thoughts inside and put on what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "I can honestly swear that I am not seeing any witches. Well…not in the way you mean, of course. Some of my coworkers and contacts are witches and I can't very well close my eyes when they're around."

Ginny giggled, calling him silly in a fond tone. A flood of relief surged through Harry and he tried not to show it. He'd managed to get around telling a lie by misdirection. If things could always remain that easy, he would be a happy man. Well, as happy as he could be while keeping such a huge secret from the woman he loved. Except…

"Ginny…" There was a troubled look on Harry's face as he felt the question that could bring his whole world crashing in around him burning to be asked. Even though he knew he should let sleeping dragons lie, he simply couldn't.

"Yes, Harry?" Ginny was looking at him intently once more, perhaps sensing his inner turmoil. She waited as he organized his thoughts.

"If I ever," he swallowed around a sudden lump in his throat, "if there ever was anyone else, what would you do?" There, now he'd asked the question. He could only pray that it wouldn't lead down the path to his confession.

"Well," her gaze was keen and thoughtful, yet sad at the same time, "I suppose it would depend a lot on the situation." Ginny paused. "You're not going to tell me now that there really is another girl…are you?"

"No! No, I meant it when I said there were none." Harry felt guilty when he saw her relief. "I just wanted to know what you would do if, you know, if something just happened between me and someone else and I ended up on the wrong side of a bad situation." He still watched her face. "Would you ever be able to forgive me?"

Ginny took all of this in, nodding as Harry said his piece. Then she sat in thought for a long time, leaving him squirming inside. Finally she shrugged. "Like I said, it depends. I think if you were honest with me from the start it would be a lot easier." Reaching across the table, Ginny took his hand in hers. "Also, it depends on who the person is. It would be a lot harder to forgive you if, say, it was one of my friends."

Silence descended between the couple for a minute before Ginny went on. "I love you so much, Harry, and my greatest fear is that you will fall in love with someone else. Sex is one thing but if you actually fell for another woman, I just don't think I could stand it."

That gave Harry an answer of sorts and he nodded. All he could do was wonder if she would be able to stand it if Harry fell in love with another man. But that was something he just couldn't ask.

"I understand." He really didn't want to be having this conversation. What man would, even if he were completely innocent – which Harry definitely wasn't? Still, he'd needed to know.

"Do you?" She was watching his eyes.

"Of course. I just," he took a deep breath and then smiled, "I want to say that if the reverse ever happens and you fall for someone else, that I would forgive you, even though I'd be hurt and jealous."

He realized how deeply in love he was with Ginny. That made his current situation all the more unbearable. Just as he was resolving to figure out a way to end things with Malfoy, he knew that it wasn't going to happen. He was hooked – line and sinker – to the man and whenever Lucius called, Harry knew he would go.

Ginny was smiling and she gave Harry's hand a squeeze. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Merlin forbid anything should happen. In forty or fifty years we'll look back on this conversation and chuckle about how insecure we were as kids."

Harry forced a smile and lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. "I love you, Ginny, and I look forward to that forty or fifty years. Maybe we can tell our grandchildren how crazy we were 'back in the day.'"

He could only hope that they would be able to do that.