A/N: So…everyone should feel privileged that I posted this update because I'm still in the middle of my cross country move. Please review and also, for those of you who seem to see Harry as only a bottom, could you please explain it to me? Is it that you see him as a submissive person, or is it that you just want to see someone boss him around like they do all through the books?

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"Father, what is going on between you and Potter?"

Lucius had been waiting for that question. He'd known that it would be coming eventually. Therefore he was prepared to answer without a change to his expression.

"Nothing at all. Why do you ask?"

"I have eyes, Father. I saw the two of you yesterday, walking across the lawn."

Damn, Lucius knew he should have had Potter floo to the cottage instead of his study. He'd been so sure that they had avoided detection thus far and that had made him too brazen. Luckily, the elder Malfoy had long ago made sure that the cottage had the strongest wards against eavesdropping available. He was confident that Draco couldn't have seen or heard anything after the two entered Lucius' sanctum. The boy had to be fishing for information.

The older wizard shrugged eloquently and had a drink of his wine in order to give himself a moment's more thought. "Nothing that need concern you, Draco. He was simply after some information concerning our former life." Lucius generally refused to discuss his time with the Death Eaters these days, even with his son, so that should keep the boy from pressing further. "I gave him what he wanted and then he left." That was last bit was even true, though perhaps not as innocent as he made it sound.

"I didn't see him go," Draco protested, drawing a frown of displeasure from his father.

"How long did you spy on me, Draco?" His tone matched his face and the younger man fidgeted.

"An hour, maybe," came the rather timid admission.

"Draco, I am ashamed that my son has so little respect for his father's privacy. For your information, I let Mister Potter use my fireplace to return to the ministry." And that was true too. "After he left, I spent some time in the cottage, reliving memories that are painful for me to recall."

That was Lucius' only flat out lie. After Harry left him, he'd basked in his own contentment for a while and then he'd carefully cleaned up and dressed so that if he encountered his wife or son, they wouldn't be able to tell what he'd been doing. As it turned out, he hadn't seen either of them. Since Draco hadn't observed him returning to the house, apparently he hadn't been seen either.

Draco seemed unable to detect his father's dishonesty because his head bowed slightly and he muttered, "Sorry Father."

"It's all right, Draco. However, I would appreciate it if you would allow me my privacy in future. You can be sure that any dealings I have with Mister Potter will not be detrimental to you." Lucius reached out and squeezed his son's shoulder. "After all, we don't have much in common with the likes of Potter and his future in-laws do we?"

Lucius' voice held its normal haughty condescension. It was true after all. The Malfoys still did have little in common with the Weasleys and Potter, even if the former had given up the practice of dark magic.

Draco laughed at his father's question. "We certainly don't." Then he smiled. The elder Malfoy could tell that a weight had lifted off the young man's shoulders. Draco was reassured and yet Lucius felt slightly guilty. It was really none of Draco's business what his father was doing and of course Lucius wasn't about to give up his affair with Potter unless Narcissa found out about it and forced him to. Even so, he didn't feel quite right.

I must be getting soft. Lucius chuckled into his wine glass as he took another swig. He wasn't sure if it was age or if Potter's personality was rubbing off on him too. Finishing off the glass, he set it aside.

"Why don't we go out for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, all right. I don't have any plans."

"Go tell your mother to get ready and then meet me back here. I'll make reservations."

Draco nodded again and went to do as Lucius asked. The elder Malfoy got up to make the floo call and as he did, he wondered what Harry was doing now.

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"Harry, dear, will you stop squirming!" Mrs. Weasely sounded almost as harassed as Madam Malkin looked.

"Sorry! Sorry, it tickles."

"Oh honestly. You act like you've never had a robe fitting before."

"I don't see why I can't just wear the dress robes I have," he muttered, feeling sulky and rebellious even as he tried to keep from giggling every time the seamstress tried to measure his neck. "They're perfectly fine. I've only worn them a few times."

The two women shared one of those looks that women share when having to deal with men and the seamstress rolled her eyes. As much as he loved Mrs. Weasley, Harry realized that she really was a bully sometimes.

Cringing at her caustic look, he gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the light brushing of the seamstress' fingers over his neck, knowing that there was no way they were going to let him out of the room before they were finished with him. Luckily he managed to hold still long enough for her to get the measurement right and she went on to his chest. Then he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Neither of the women replied to his statements, instead recommencing their discussion on cuts and fabrics, leaving Harry completely out of the loop. Not that he really cared.

Of course he wanted to look nice for the wedding – mostly because Ginny would want him to look nice and she was what mattered – but he honestly had no opinion about the particulars. In a way, it was nice to have someone else taking care of the details, even if he was bullied into things. Letting the women sort everything out allowed Harry to think about other, more important, things. Like what Lucius might be doing at that particular moment.

Not even thinking about the consequences, he let himself get lost in particularly vivid fantasies of the elder wizard sitting in his cottage, stroking himself off as Harry lurked in the shadows. Lucius didn't know that the auror was there and the look on his face was one of bliss. The fantasy had an abrupt ending when he heard a polite but slightly embarrassed cough and he looked down at Madam Malkin. It was only then that he realized that his arousal was nudging at the front of his trousers.

The blood rushed to his face and he stammered out an apology, murmuring something about thoughts of his wedding night to allay any suspicion. The women's knowing laughter and an offer to leave him alone for a few minutes to recover his dignity let him know that he'd gotten away with the bluff. Once the women stepped out of the room, Harry took a deep breath and decided not to think about Lucius again unless he was alone. It was a sad day when Harry couldn't even trust his own body not to betray him.

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Lucius found himself pacing up and down the length of the suite that he'd rented at the wizarding world's most exclusive hotel. It was three months to the day since Harry had come to Malfoy Manor and Lucius wanted to celebrate in true Malfoy style.

The hotel staff was well bribed and a small box was tucked into the pocket of Lucius' expensive robes. The only thing amiss was that Harry had yet to arrive.

Malfoy knew that he shouldn't worry, Harry would be there eventually, but knowing and doing were two different things. He had just stopped to stare out of one of the room's huge picture windows when he heard a sound from the fireplace.

Turning, he spotted Harry emerging from the brick arch, looking tired around the eyes yet smiling and Lucius felt an answering smile spring to his mouth. All of the stress of the last hour fell away as he moved to meet his lover.

"You made it." Reaching out, he took Harry's hand. It was cold. Lucius brought his other hand to warm it and then lifted it to place a soft kiss on the chilled flesh.

"Sorry I'm late. I got held up at the ministry."

"All is forgiven." Lucius was feeling content. "Are you here for the night?"

Harry nodded. "Ginny is visiting the family." On a whim, he brushed his fingers through the older man's silky hair. "Narcissa let you go for the evening?"

A hum and a smile were Lucius' immediate reply. After a moment he answered more fully. "I told her I was going to visit a friend. She didn't ask for details."

"I hope you realize that you are a very lucky man." The auror slipped his arms around Lucius' waist and pulled him closer.

"I am aware of it." Malfoy smiled as his body settled against the younger man's. For a few moments he savored the anticipation that flowed through him and then leaned in to press a tender kiss on Harry's lips. The lips parted immediately, granting access to Lucius' probing tongue as the kiss turned into a lingering snog. The elder wizard draped his arms over Harry's shoulders and ran a hand through the short hairs at the base of the Harry's skull.

Several minutes passed before Lucius felt Harry's hand slip beneath his robes, presumably testing his eagerness. Lucius reached down to stop the investigation, not wanting things to proceed just yet.

Harry broke the kiss, looking confused and the older wizard pecked his lips briefly. "Not yet, Harry. There's something I want to do first."

Taking his lover's hand, Malfoy led Harry to one of the chairs in front of the fire and sat in it, prompting Harry to sit on his lap. Having the auror on his lap was one of Lucius' favorite things, as he'd discovered after the night that he'd taken Harry for the first time. He hated to think that it might in some way make him feel like a father figure to the boy and preferred to think that it was instead an attraction to the position of power.

At any rate, it always gave Lucius an indecent thrill when Harry nestled close to his chest, especially on those occasions when the young man sat with his knees to either side of Lucius' hips, trapping the elder man in his embrace as he did now.

Lucius looked up at Harry's face and the adorably tousled hair and the smile deepened. Reaching into his pocket, he took his time drawing out the small box that was hidden inside. Then he held it up to the auror who looked at it as though it might bite him.

"Go on, Harry, take it. It's just a trifle but I do hope you like it."

Harry continued to stare at the box but at last he took it gingerly and pulled off the lid. His eyes widened just a little as he saw what was inside. He lifted the fine pocket watch slowly from its velvet bed and turned it over in his hands.

The watch was gold. At first glance it seemed to be adorned with a gryphon that was clutching a serpent in its claws. However, upon further inspection, one could see that the gryphon didn't clutch the snake at all. Rather, the serpent had insinuated itself around the gryphon's leg, holding onto it as it would the branch of a tree. An apt symbol of their coupling, Lucius thought, which was why he'd chosen it in the first place.

"Lucius, I…I can't accept this."

Snorting, the elder wizard shook his head. He'd expected some sort of protest so Harry's statement came as no surprise. "Of course you can. If anyone asks you about it, you may tell them that it was an early wedding present from an old friend."

"That's not exactly what it is."

Lucius' shoulders lifted in an elegant shrug. "It is whatever you want it to be, Harry. I simply intended it to be a token of my regard for you. Besides, why should it not be an early wedding gift as well? I don't presume that I'll be invited to your nuptials."

It was Harry's turn to laugh. "No, I don't think Ginny or any of her family would be happy to see you there."

"There you are then. Now, there is one thing that I do want from you in return for the gift."

"Oh?"

"Yes," Lucius pulled harry closer, "this…"

The kiss lingered for a good long while. When it was finished, Lucius ran a hand up Harry's leg and smiled at him. "I've had a special dinner prepared for us."

"Can it wait?"

Lucius' gaze flickered to the nearby table where several large trays sat. They were all charmed to keep the food inside hot and fresh until the men wanted it. The elder wizard smiled. "That depends entirely upon the reason you're asking, Harry."

"I'm asking because I want my dessert first. Do you have a problem with that?"

Harry's fingertips slipped beneath the collar of Lucius' dress robes, tickling his neck and enflaming his desire at the same time. He gave a low hum and his fingers that were resting on Harry's thigh probed higher.

"I might allow it. Though only because it's a special night, mind you."

"Perfect." Harry's fingers unfastened the older man's collar and he dropped his head to suck lightly at Lucius' throat. Lucius stretched his neck to give the young man better access, groaning as Harry's hot mouth found all of the most sensitive areas.

In return, Lucius rubbed and squeezed the growing bulge under his palm. Harry was wearing loose-fitting trousers and that provided Lucius with the ability to feel his lover becoming more aroused. He wondered idly if Harry was wearing the boxers that Lucius had bought for him and decided that he might as well find out.

After undoing Harry's belt, his fingers nimbly unfastened the button of the young auror's trousers and drew down the zip. To his surprise and pleasure, Lucius discovered that Harry wasn't wearing underpants at all.

"Hmm, naughty…" Lucius breathed as his fingers slipped along Harry's heated flesh. The young man groaned against his throat and gave him a light nip in response.

Malfoy chuckled and gave Harry's erection a gentle squeeze. He was very much in the mood for foreplay but he wondered if the other man would tolerate it. Quite often when Harry came straight from the Ministry, he was in a hurry to get off the first time. Lucius had already postponed the sex for a while in order to present his gift and Harry was showing a few signs of his customary impatience.

"What do you want, Harry? Tell me and it will be yours."

"Fuck me, Lucius," was the murmured reply. That was precisely what Lucius wanted to hear. "Right here in the chair?"

"Whatever you want." Harry nipped Malfoy's throat again, drawing a little growl from the elder man.

"Then why don't you go lay on the bed there?" Harry rose at once from his lap but before he could comply, Lucius thought of something else and caught his sleeve. The auror paused, a questioning expression on his face.

After looking Harry over, from his eyes down to the erection peeking out of his open trousers, Lucius leaned forward and placed a kiss on its head. "Strip for me first, Harry. Slowly."

Potter's eyes clouded with lust and his fingers moved to finish the job Lucius had started. For his part, Malfoy leaned back in the chair and fondled himself as he watched. He'd get his foreplay whether the auror liked it or not.

At last Harry's trousers hit the floor and he toed out of his shoes and socks. Obeying the gesture from the elder wizard, he went to lie on the bed and Lucius finally rose to follow.

He made short work of his robes and shirt but he left his trousers on for the meantime. Harry's eyes glittered as he watched the older man disrobe and so did the drop of precum that was seeping from his rigid cock. A little smile twitched Lucius' lips as he moved to the bed and leaned down to lick it away. Harry's back arched and he groaned, his eyes slipping closed at the touch of Lucius' tongue.

Unseen by the younger man, Lucius drew two strips of silk from his pocket and started to bind Harry's wrists to the bed. The auror's eyes flashed open in alarm, "What are you doing?"

"Just trust me, Harry. You'll like this, I promise."

For a moment Lucius thought the young man would fight him but Harry managed to relax. His intent gaze fixed on the elder wizard's face and Lucius gave him a reassuring smile.

Once the job was accomplished, he at last divested himself of his trousers and settled by the young man's side. Lazily he leaned over and started to suckle one of Harry's nipples, causing the auror to writhe and moan.

Lucius slid his right hand down Harry's flat belly, tracing the light muscles of the young man's abdomen and then tickling through the trail of hair leading to that hard cock. Harry's hips lifted, silently demanding, and Lucius let his fingers curl down below Harry's bollocks, rubbing softly at the smooth, tender spot behind them. The auror gasped out his name and his legs spread reflexively.

Malfoy stroked himself slowly as he teased, so turned on by the wantonness of the boy's desire. Soft profanities tumbled from Harry's lips, mingled with groans as he wriggled and tossed his head. At one point Harry's glasses were dislodged from their place and Lucius let go of his erection to take them from Harry's face and set them safely aside.

"Fuck…please Lucius, I…don't think I can…take much more."

Harry's voice was almost a whine and his cock did look to be harder than ever. Feeling wicked, Lucius pulled Harry up so that he could slip a pillow under the auror's pelvis. Then he knelt between Harry's legs and started to lick the young man's arsehole. The action drove Harry wild. He bucked and moaned, rocking as best he could against the older man's stroking tongue.

After a few minutes, Lucius moved to licking over the boy's perineum again and Harry practically levitated off the bed, crying out as the cum poured from his pulsing cock in thick wads. Lucius had never seen the boy come like that, without so much as a caress of his manhood but damned if it didn't turn the older wizard on.

Slowly he licked his way up to that cock, reveling in the continued twitches and curses that his tongue wrought as he collected the boy's fluids.

The way his own stiff cock was throbbing, Malfoy wouldn't have been surprised if it soon exploded. The problem was that he wanted Harry to come again with him when Lucius finally made love to him. He ignored his need as best he could and wrapped his lips around the boy's cock, patiently coaxing it back to life. When it was clear that Harry had recovered, Lucius retrieved the lube and at last slid into the auror's tight body.

Harry gave a soft whimper of pleasure and Lucius groaned in reply. His hand gripped Harry as he rocked steadily, driving them toward climax. The auror's eyes were closed tight, pleasure and need wrinkling his brow. Lucius kissed his closed eyelids, listening to the boy's heavy, panting breath. He was breathing hard as well when he captured Harry's lips for a hot, sloppy kiss.

It wouldn't be much longer, Lucius had held back too long already. Bucking his hips hard for half a minute, the sensation finally overwhelmed him and he groaned into his lover's mouth as he let go. He was only vaguely aware of the warm wetness from Harry's second orgasm coating his hand as the boy's arse clenched around him, milking him of all his body would give.

Once he was done, Lucius managed to fumble the knots to Harry's bonds open before collapsing into the boy's embrace. Exhausted by the strenuous activity, the two of them slept for a while before Harry finally stirred.

Warm breath tickled the elder wizard's ear. "I'm hungry."

Lucius only grunted, wanting nothing more than to go right on sleeping. He was invariably awake though as Harry nudged him. "Lucius."

"Mmm?"

"C'mon. I'm really hungry."

The white-haired wizard took a deep breath through his nose and let it out in a sigh. "So demanding," was the sleepy, yet fond, reply.

"Lucius, please."

Giving a little groan, Malfoy finally lifted himself off the auror and flopped over onto his back, arm flung over his eyes. He felt Harry move and then heard a cleaning charm being cast. "Aren't you going to get up?"

"You didn't tell me that was a requirement."

A few seconds passed before he felt himself being prodded by the tip of his lover's wand. "I want to have late dinner with you, Lucius. I'd really appreciate it if you were awake."

"Say the magic word."

"Please?"

Lucius snorted.

"All right…wingardium leviosa."

The older wizard felt very light all of a sudden and he peered over at Harry from under his forearm. "Not funny."

"I could have used 'accio.' Come on Lucius, I know you're not that tired."

"I'm an old man, Potter. I need my beauty sleep."

"You're already beautiful, so get your beautiful arse over here; otherwise I'm just going to go home."

"Oh all right, if I must."

"Yes, you really must." Harry let him settle back on the bed and smiled when Lucius made the effort to get up. "There now, that wasn't so hard was it?"

"You have no idea." Lucius tugged on one of the robes provided by the hotel.

"I do too." Harry chuckled as he lifted the lids on several dishes and started fixing himself a plate of dinner. "You're always so over-dramatic."

"Always?" Lucius arched an eyebrow.

"Okay, most of the time. You do have a few moments of banality. On occasion."

"Potter, did you just use the term 'banality?'"

"Yes. Are you insinuating that you're the only one who can use big words?"

Lucius couldn't keep from laughing at the question and the accompanying look on Harry's face. "Well, at least I only have moments of banality."

"Yes, indeed." Harry settled at the table and tucked into his dinner with enthusiasm. After filling his plate, Lucius joined the younger man, still smiling.

"How terribly domestic, hmm?"

"Mmm hmm. Too bad we can't do this more often. Eat together, I mean."

That statement gave the older man pause. Several seconds passed before he replied, watching for Harry's reaction while pretending not to. "We could."

"How? If we start showing up in restaurants around town, the Daily Prophet would be all over the news in a heartbeat."

"You could come to the cottage for meals sometimes. Or I could rent a flat in London if you wanted someplace closer to work." That was a big step, almost akin to living together, really. Lucius was still watching the younger man as he mulled it over.

"I don't know, Lucius," Harry said after a few minutes.

"It was simply an idea. We don't have to do anything of the sort if you'd prefer not to. Perhaps we could get away with occasional dinners out together if we try not to frequent the same places or if we go to muggle establishments." It was hard to keep the distaste out of his expression at the latter but he thought that he managed it fairly well.

"Yeah, I suppose we could."

"As I said, it's all up to you, Harry." Lucius left it at that and went back to his dinner.

The rest of the meal was consumed in companionable silence. Once they were both done eating, Harry rose and reached for his lover's hand. Lucius took it and allowed the young man to pull him over to the couch. There he and Harry snuggled, watching the crackling fire in the grate. It didn't take long for his eyes to droop again and he was only just aware of Harry twisting in his embrace. He felt a small puff of warm air against his skin as Harry laughed.

"Lazy old man."

"Mmm hmm."

"You're wasting this beautiful hotel room."

"On the contrary, Potter." There were several seconds of silence before Lucius woke up enough to add, "Never wasted with you."

"I love you, Lucius."

"I know." Despite the sleepiness in his voice, Lucius sounded smug.

"Git."

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."