Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Pairs: Harry/Lucius

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

Chapter 44 – Intimacy

Lucius greeted him at the entrance parlour of Malfoy Manor with a kiss and an intimate hug. A house elf 'popped' and took the luggage away and just as easily vanished, leaving the couple to their peace.

"Your wolf sent a letter ahead," the blond wizard told Harry as he led him to the sitting room he had been waiting in. "You went to their graves."

The green eyed teen shrugged and looped a hand around Lucius' waist. "Yesterday was a very difficult day."

"Usually it is," the older wizard replied, as he took a seat and Harry curled up next to him. The younger man kissed Lucius' neck and then travelled up to his jaw before the blond turned his head and captured his lips in a kiss. "I missed this," Lucius muttered against Harry's mouth.

"Hm, can't wait for summer to start."

The pureblood chuckled. "It's November."

"I know," Harry whined and kissed the older wizard again.

"We do have the Manor to ourselves and plenty of time till dinner…"

"Hm… Tempting, but I want to just sit here with you, like this. Just for a bit," Harry told him and buried his head in Lucius' neck.

The blond wizard ran his fingers through his lover's messy hair, content to let the teen bask in his presence.

It was to a pair of big, round glassy eyes that Harry finally caved.

"I'll have a second slice of the cake," the teen said and the house elf bounced, floppy ears moving. In a blink of an eye the green eyed wizard had a clean plate, new spoon and another large piece of black forest cake to go with his tea. Lucius watched the whole scene with a mixture of annoyance and amusement on his face. It was always funny to see the younger male interact with the house elves in his home and the way they all pampered the youth. Then again Harry tended to treat them kindly and they were highly flattered by his praises and comments every single time. When he had tried to take up the same… habit, they very nearly had a stroke and burst to tears. Still, that day his meal had been better and tastier than all previous ones so the tactic worked.

"It's not funny," Harry told the blond once the house elf that served him left.

"Oh, I believe it is," Lucius replied. "You were telling me you went to the cemetery."

Harry nodded. "It brought up a lot of things to talk about, and not just anecdotes about my parents and grandparents, and believe me; Siri and Remus had plenty to say."

"Hm, I remember Charlus and Dorea," Lucius mused. "Purebloods both of them, remember?" he said at the look Harry gave him. "I think my Uncle Phrixus and Dorea were year mates in Slytherin. I'll have to ask him to be sure."

Harry cocked his head to the side. "You … Your relatives are alive?" he asked. It was news to him that there were more Malfoy's around than Lucius and his son Draco. He felt a bit foolish asking but honestly, asking about family was not something he was used to doing. Never having a loving family himself and later, after coming to Hogwarts learning that the Potters were all dead save for him created a different perspective. It was silly, but he usually forgot that other people were not as alone as he was. Lucius though searched his face and nodded.

"The Malfoy's are a big family. We used to have larger numbers and most of us live in Mediterranean countries, like France and Italy, a few in Spain and Malta," he shrugged. "The Potters, as far as I know favoured Britain and Germany the most."

"So there are more Malfoy's around?" Harry asked.

"Yes, most of the older generation is still around," Lucius said. "Most of them knew your grandparents and grew up in the same mindset."

"Do you think my grandparents would have been fine with us being together?" the teen posed the question he had also made to his godfathers. "I know my father was…"

"Immature is a polite word," the blond wizard offered.

Harry nodded. "And my mother… People say she was more open minded than my father."

Lucius sighed. "Charlus and Dorea grew up traditionally so they would not bat an eyelash at you liking men or sharing my bed. In fact, a match between us would be considered good fortune, despite political affiliations and gossip. Light, Dark… The Potters never really cared. And to tell you the truth, the Malfoy's used to be the same."

"What mattered was power and gold?" Harry asked.

"Exactly," Lucius agreed. "My own grandfather would have approved of the match. My father… Well, he would have hated you," he bluntly told Harry. "And that's a good thing," he added. "You know what I think of my father," he said and Harry nodded. "My grandfather was my role model. He was formidable and I always wanted to be like him. He was cunning, opportunistic and firm, but above all he put his family first. He turned down Grindelwald and later Voldemort, not caring about what they preached because he refused to bow to them."

"Sounds like a great man, to be honest. Would he really have liked me?"

The grey eyed wizard did something he was not used to doing a lot. He snorted with mirth. "Like you? My grandfather and the rest of the family do know I have been seeing someone. Draco let it slip in one of his fire-calls," the older wizard revealed to his lover, "They have been pestering me for a meeting with you."

Harry blinked. "What?"

"No need for all of you to look so surprised," Lucius drawled.

"They know about me?" the youth asked.

"The divorce from Narcissa wasn't enough of a statement?" Lucius arched an eyebrow. He stared straight at Harry. "The only reason you haven't met them yet is because most of them live in Switzerland currently and the majority is well over seventy making it difficult to travel."

"They have trouble walking around?" Harry asked.

"They complain too much," Lucius explained. "Last time they came to Malfoy Manor was when Draco was four. They found fault with everything, my son, Narcissa, the manor itself, the weather, the pillows… The list is endless. Harry, if you wanted I would invite them all over in a heartbeat but I fear that if I did that you would not speak to me ever again."

"Well, for now I think I'm fine with just you and Draco around," Harry replied.

"Good to know."

It was just like summer, the day Harry spent at Malfoy Manor. Lucius realized how much he had missed his lover from the little things. The fact that he had someone to argue with, the smell of the teen on his sheets and pillow, the warmth of another body in bed with him, the fact that he had someone to join him for meals. And of course, the physical intimacy. Harry had slipped under the covers before him and Lucius was treated to the sight of seeing him in bed, book open in his lap and all his interest in the story he was reading. Green eyes turned to look at him when the bed slightly dipped.

"This is a great book," the teen muttered.

"Hm, what's it about?"

Harry blushed, "Actually… Fairytales," he said. "Neville noticed I often don't know traditional magical folk stories and the like and he supplied me with this. I was bored while you were washing so…" he shrugged.

Lucius plucked the book from the green eyed wizard's hands and tossed it on the night stand. Then he pulled Harry's face to him and kissed his lips. The younger male leaned closer, wrapping his hands around the blonde's neck and deepening the kiss. Lucius smirked when they broke apart. His grey eyes met green and they were kissing again even as his hands moved from the teen's face to his chest and then lower still, till he reached the bottom of the blouse Harry wore and he sneaked his palm under it, touching warm flesh. "Take it off," Lucius urged and Harry nodded.

They sprang apart again to undress and then their mouths met again, more urgently this time. Lucius then kicked the covers back and pulled the younger wizard under him.

"I missed you," Harry said to him and it only spurred the blond man on.

Latching his mouth on the neck offered to him, Lucius nipped at the flesh there. He smirked when Harry's hands found their way into his hair, tugging at the long strands softly while he busied himself with arousing his lover. Harry had always been responsive and the magic that brought them together sparked under their skin. It was not like before they first joined together, the need, the urgency was all them and not the sex magic itself, but it still thrummed, it still had a strong presence in every kiss and every time the slept together. Lucius easily managed to wake Harry's body, arousing him by stimulating all the right spots, and Harry had several sensitive areas. He was soon fully erect much like Lucius and urging his lover for more. It was a relief when Harry was stretched and the moan he made when he was fully sheathed inside his younger lover was almost embarrassing. They were chest to chest, Harry's legs on either side of his waist and the Gryffindor's hands.

"Harry," he groaned in a low voice as he started thrusting. He was trying to move carefully, it had been a while for both of them; the youth would not let him. He used his hands and mouth to tease and urge the older wizard on. He was quite vocal as well. Neither of them lasted long. Lucius came first, Harry holding onto him as he shuddered and panted and then the blond used his mouth to finally give his lover his own orgasm.

Afterwards, Harry snuggled close to Lucius, breathing his scent in.

"Merlin I don't know what I'll do till Christmas," the teen sighed.

"You? I came embarrassingly fast," the blond wizard muttered. "Are you laughing Harry?"

"Mmm, I'm happy you missed me."

Lucius flexed his arms, hugging his lover tighter. "I could make Severus give us his office.

Harry in reply slapped his chest. There was not much force but the sentiment was there. "Don't you dare Lucius! Gryffindor will be in the negative and the comments! Not to mention I won't be able to look at him! No, don't even think about it."

"It's just Severus."

Harry snorted. "No," he stated and pressed closer to Lucius. "Now keep quiet. I want to sleep."

"Tired?" Lucius was smug.

"Hm. I missed sleeping with you," the youth said and that shut Lucius up.

"I missed it too," the blond said and then stopped talking until he could hear Harry's breath even out and he was certain the teen had finally fallen asleep. "And to think you are mine," the grey eyed wizard whispered, his voice laced with the affection he had for the teen. He softly exhaled against Harry's throat, enjoying the goose-bumps his breath created. He buried his nose in Harry's hair and fell asleep holding the raven haired wizard.

Sirius was sulking when Harry arrived at Grimmauld via Floo. Remus was obviously finding his friend's attitude funny and Harry guessed there had been a lot of whining and juvenile behaviour on his godfather's behalf while he had been away. Remus was quicker to act civil around Lucius and hide any dislike for the man but Sirius… Well, no one ever said that the dog Animagus was mature and accepting about his godson's relationship.

"Hey," Harry greeted them and stood still, letting both men assure with their eyes that he was in one piece before letting them take him to the sitting room.

"How was your visit to Malfoy Manor?" Remus asked.

"He had better behaved himself," Sirius added.

Remus smiled. "Padfoot," he said with warning to his childhood friend. "Remember what we discussed?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "He treated you fine, right?"

"He always treats me fine, Siri," Harry replied. "And he knew about the visit to the cemetery."

The pureblood wizard nodded. "Yes, Remus and I wrote him a letter before you went to visit him."

"Harry, you looked a bit shaken by the visit," Sirius said, acting serious for a bit. "I thought he ought to know just in case."

"I'm not mad about it, I'm actually grateful," the teen told his godfather. "Lucius spoke to me. Apparently he had a few stories to share about my family. That banquet at Longbottom Manor back when you were at a pre Hogwarts age…" he trailed off, enjoying the way Sirius' mind showed that he made a mental connection to the event the teen was hinting of. And apparently Remus was still in the dark about it because Sirius went red and tried to shut his godson's mouth. Harry easily and rather cheekily dodged him.

"Harry! No! Bad boy!" Sirius yelled.

"Padfoot, you're the dog in this relationship," Harry told him, making Remus chuckle and hold onto his best friend.

"Now I really want to know," the werewolf said, ignoring how Sirius struggled as he tried to loosen his hold and get to his godson.

"No! Traitors!" Sirius yelled as they both ignored him and Harry went on to say how James and Sirius got detention for a prank they pulled along with Frank Longbottom and Lucius Malfoy and how the last two had gotten away with jinxing Augusta Longbottom's Yule Punch.

"How was your weekend?" Hermione asked.

Neville shot Harry a careful look as well. They both knew that the green eyed teen had not left Hogwarts just for the fun of it though only Neville knew that his raven haired friend had not spent all his time exclusively in his godfather's company after visiting the cemetery. He guessed that Harry had spent an equal amount of time in the company of a certain blond pureblood. He would not ask though, he needed no confirmation and frankly he did not care for details of how intimate his best friend was with his lover.

"Are you okay?" the Gryffindor witch questioned, voice betraying how she feared that Harry was not in a good place emotionally.

Harry actually rolled his eyes. "It's not like they died recently Hermione," he told her. "I'm okay now. Remus and Sirius, they had lots of stories to tell, about my parents and relatives that died before I was born. I was shaken, I'll admit that much but, I was glad to finally be able to visit them."

"You got closure," Neville said with an odd tone in his voice. Harry just squeezed his shoulder.

"I'm sorry we couldn't be there," Hermione said.

"If you had been there it would not have made a difference," the green eyed teen told her. "It's better that I visited with people who knew them."

"Any good stories to tell?" Neville asked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere and change the subject a bit.

Harry's whole face lit up. "Actually, I got plenty of those. Did you know that our dads knew each other when they were kids? And that before the Hogwarts sorting ceremonies they hung out with many people who later got into Slytherin? Like for example, Gerard Greengrass and your dad used to turn Amelia Bones' hair purple to tease her?"

Neville chuckled. "Yes, I actually have pictures of it and I think Susan asked about them at one point. I'll write Grandmother," he promised.

"Are there more?" Hermione prompted and got her green eyed friend to mention more such stories.

End of chapter