Complementary

Title: Complementary 9/?
Author: rotschopf
Type: FPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/ Harry Potter
Disclaimer: nope, still not mine; pity, though...
WARNING: If you haven\'t read Book 5 this story is not for you.
Note: Please review. It\'s my first HP story and I want to know if I do a good job or not.

I\'m really sorry that it took me so long to update. Real life keeps bitching and my muses ran away ): If you want to be informed of updates, check my livejournal at www.livejournal.com'rotschopf or join my group at yahell!: groups.yahoo.com/group/TDDM

@IceLupus: Here you go...
@heather: you\'ll see. The one thing I can say is that they are far from a healthy realtionship...
@chantalmalfoy: Draco... hmmm... Don\'t know yet how he will take it. Honestly. The plot comes as I write...
@Lizlego & Talene & Maud: *bows* thank you.
@Rena: You\'ll see why Harry hasn\'t noticed Draco\'s state... *grins*

To all the people who dropped a note via mail: Thank you *hugs*

But now... On with the story...


Chapter 9: Truce

~o0o~

Sundays were a good thing. At any time. Especially, if one spent the better half of the night trying to will their erection away. In the end, he had given in, stroking himself to an unbiddingly satisfying climax. Unbidding, because he had been thinking of Lucius\' lips on his, his hands on his body and places no one had ever touched before.

He didn\'t want to think of Lucius this way. Granted, the dark wizard was attractive. The even cut face, the grey eyes, the silver-blond hair... Beautiful, yes. But far from anything Harry wanted in his life. Still, this was another problem. According to Hermione, Lucius was the one wizard for Harry. The only one who could complete, complement and counter Harry like no other would ever bee toe to. And that frightened Harry to no end.

It was only half past seven, but Harry decided to get up and go down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Most likely, other students wouldn\'t be up and around for another hour or two, and he really didn\'t feel like company. He stopped by the shower before he slowly walked down the hallways. He had some thinking to do. For example, how he should deal with Draco. Was he really on the verge of breaking, like Dumbledore had indicated the evening before? Granted, the arrogant Slytherin had become more civil and less biting than the year before. But Harry blamed it on the lack of two brainless bodyguards he could hide behind. Or had Harry simply refused to look closer than necessary?

Too deep in thoughts, he almost ran into the door of the Great Hall. He smiled at the little mishap, slipping quietly into the hall. He froze on the spot. The only other student present was Draco Malfoy. \"This is when he eats, then. Before everyone else does.\"

Harry half expected Snape lurking in a dark corner, jumping everyone who came near his precious student. But he also felt for Malfoy. For someone who had been used to company and stardom it must be difficult to be all alone. \"Like Lucius...\" In a way, Malfoy had lost both his mother and father. His mother was dead, \"Like mine,\" and his father was on the run. Somehow, this made Draco Malfoy almost human, and thinking of it, Harry realised that Malfoy and he were not so different than one might think. Harry squared his jaw and walked over to the Slytherin table.

Harry greeted him with a curt nod. \"Malfoy.\"

\"Potter.\" Malfoy quirked an eye-brow. \"Isn\'t this the wrong table, Potter?\"

Harry shrugged. \"We\'re the only students in the hall, so I think it\'s quite stupid to sit all by ourselves on two tables.\"

\"If you think so...\"

Malfoy continued to pick listlessly at his food, choosing bits and bites, but never really eating them. If Harry was honest with himself Malfoy did look paler and somehow out of p. \". \"Malfoy? Are you okay?\"

\"I\'m fine, Potter.\"

\"If you say so...\"

Malfoy looked up sharply, anger and frustration burning in his eyes. \"What do you think, Potter? My mother is dead, my father is on the run and most of my house want me dead as well. I can\'t buy anything without Snape\'s permission. I\'m not allowed to sleep in my own bed or take a shower on my own. So tell me, Potter, why I shouldn\'t feel perfectly and absolutely fine!\" Hood ood up, ready to leave Harry alone. But Harry grabbed his wrist, tugging him down again. \"Let go of me, Potter.\"

\"If you promise not to run away?\"

\"I don\'t have to justify myself.\"

\"No, you don\'t. But realise this, Malfoy. The only friends you have left here are your enemies, which makes me the closest thing to a friend you have. \"

Malfoy\'s eyes narrowed. \"Are you offering a truce?\"

\"Looks like, yes.\"

\"And how do you come to think I might want said truce?\"

Harry smirked. \"Oh, I have it on very good authority.\"

\"What about your friends?\"

\"This truce is between you and me. It\'s up to you what you make of it.\" Harry took a deep breath. \"So, are you always up this early?\"

Malfoy nodded. \"Snape makes me. Says he wants me out of the firing range.\"

\"Sounds reasonable.\" He drank some pumpkin juice before he continued. \"I\'ve noticed you\'ve taken the same classes as me. Why?\"

Was it an illusor wor was Malfoy really blushing slightly? Harry smiled. Somehow, the blush destroyed every illusion of arrogance and aloofness Malfoy once had. And it made Harry curious. Would Malfoy just tell him to leave him be or would he tell him the truth? \"Father advised me to do so.\" The truth, then. \"He said something like that you\'re the only one he could trust with my life. I don\'t know where he got that idea from, though,\" he added, teasing Harry lightly.

\"You know, Malfoy, your father knows me quite well, I think.\" He smirked. \"And if you stop being an arse this truce might even work out.\"

Malfoy snorted. \"I\'m so not starting to call you \'Harry\'.\"

Harry laughed. \"Whatever, Malfoy. As long as I don\'t have to call you \'Draco\'.\"

Malfoy grinned. \"You wish.\"

They continued their breakfast in silence, but smirking at each other now and then. Malfoy even manage to eat more than a few crumps, which satisfied Harry on a subconscious level. The peaceful moment was destroyed when Snape appeared behind Harry, coughing slightly to gain both boys\' attention. \"Mr Potter, would you mind returning to your own table and leaving Mr Malfoy alone?\"

Harry already had opened his mouth when Malfoy cut in. \"We have a truce, Professor.\"

Snape quirked an eye-brow. \"Really? And why would Mr Potter want a truce with his archenemy if not to gain advantage of your situation?\"

Harry stood up, facing the Potion\'s Master with cold demeanour. \"One, you assigned me to keep Malfoy from harm. Two, last time I looked I was still a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin.\"

Snape smiled coldly. \"10 points from Gryffindor for talking back at me.\"

Harry gritted his teeth. He knew if he said anything more Snape would take more points.

\"So, would you please return to your side of the hall, Mr Potter? It\'s enough that Mr Malfoy has to put up with you during the week.\"

Harry looked at Malfoy, who didn\'t wear his usual smug expression when Harry lost points for Gryffindor. \"I\'m going to do my homework in the library after breakfast. If you want you can join me there.\"

Without a second glance, Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table. He heard the angry conversation between Malfoy and Snape, but he was too far away to understand what they said. He saw Malfoy getting up and following Snape out of the hall, curtly nodding at Harry. \"Looks like I\'ve got the second date with a Malfoy in two days. Harry, you clearly have a death wish,\" he muttered under his breath before he helped himself to some porridge.

~o0o~

\"What are you doing now, Harry?\" Ron asked when they returned to the tower. Ron had joined Harry in the Great Hall shortly after Malfoy had left.

\"Homework.\"

\"Great, me too.\" Ron grinned.

\"Erm, Ron, I\'m going to the library,\" Harry objected before he said the password and entered the Common Room.

\"Library? But you never do your homework in the library.\"

\"Library?\" Hermione looked up from a thick tome in her lap.

\"Yeah, Harry wants to do his homework in the library.\"

\"Great, I\'m joining you,\" Hermione piped up, shutting her book.

\"Erm, guys, no, I\'m going alone.\"

Ron looked flabbergasted. \"What? Why?\"

\"I need, erm, some time alone, you know? It\'s nothing personal.\"

Ron crossed his arms in front of her chest. \"Fine!\" he snapped. \"But you can\'t keep us from the library.\"

Hermione touched Ron on the shoulder, trying to calm him down. \"Ron, if Harry wants to do his homework alone you should respect his wishes.\" She looked at Harry, a silent understanding passing between them.

Ron shrugged Hermione\'s hand off. \"I can go where I want to go and if I want to go to the library no one\'s going to stop me.\"

\"Fine!\" Harry growled. He snatched his school bag from the couch and stormed out of the tower. The Pink Lady complained about being slammed against the frame quite rudely, but Harry didn\'t look back. Why did Ron always have to be in Harry\'s company? Granted, they were best friends. But that didn\'t actually mean they had to spend every waking minute with each other.

He had cooled of a bit when he walked down the corridor to the library. To his surprise, Malfoy and Snape already waited for him.

\"How generous of you to stop wasting my time, Mr Potter,\" Snape greeted him with a sneer. \"I\'ll be back for lunch, Mr Malfoy.\"

\"That won\'t be necessary, Professor. I will take lunch with Potter.\"

Snape arched his eye-brow at Harry, trying to stare him down. Harry stood his ground and glared back. \"Very well. If you need anything, you know where to find me.\" Snape walked away, his robes billowing behind him, leaving Harry with Malfoy.

\"Why does he have to be such an arse?\" Harry sighed.

\"Hey, he happens to be my favourite professor,\" Malfoy protested.

\"Doesn\'t mean he\'s no arse, does it?\" Harry smirked. \"Let\'s get into geahallhall we?\"

Malfoy snorted. \"Bet the Weasel\'s waiting for you. I\'m surprised, Potter. Why didn\'t you bring him along?\"

Harry shrugged. \"\'Cause I want you out of the firing line.\"

The blond Slytherin groaned. \"Why does everyone think I can\'t defend myself against a bunch of dorks?\"

Harry quirked an eye-brow. \"Can you?\" He headed for a table under a huge window. \"Can you?\" he asked again and found himself eye to eye with a very enraged Draco Malfoy. \"You clearly forgot who my father is, Potter,\" he sneered before he sat down opposite to Harry.

\"No, I clearly remember who your father is, Malfoy. Which might even give you a fair chance against some of the Slytherins. But what about all? Can you stand alone against your whole house? Can you?\"

Malfoy averted his eyes, but Harry didn\'t need an answer. It bothered him to no end that Malfoy seemed to back down so easily. Something the Slytherin hadn\'t done before. When would he break? Would he b at at all?

\"If anything I tell you leaves this room, Potter, you will know first hand if I can defend myself or not,\" Malfoy hissed through gritted teeth.

Harry nodded. \"Talk.\"

\"Do you want to know what happened to my mother? What really happened to her?\"

Harry had to bite his tongue to not blurt out that he already knew. \"Yes,\" he finally said.

\"It wasn\'t my father who killed her. He would\'ve never laid a hand on her. Or on me, in case you wondered.\" He sighed. \"My father did kill Bellatrix Lestrange, though. Which angered You-Know-Who to know end. Father only told me as much that he was called to a meeting with the Dark Lord. He had captured my mother. I don\'t know what he he did to her in detail. But what he told me was enough to give me nightmares for the rest of my life.\"

Harry nodded. \"I saw the pictures in the Prophet.\"

\"Did you believe what they wrote?\"

Harry pondered a moment. \"No, I didn\'t believe them,\" he said quietly. \"Your father may be cruel and evil, but he always made a point in protecting his family.\" He looked at his former archenemy. Malfoy looked pale. Paler than usual. \"Why are you telling me this, Malfoy?\"

The blonde\'s eyes blazed with something close to desperation, but it was gone the second after. \"Because you\'re the closest thing to a friend I have.\"

~o0o~

Lunch came sooner than both boys had expected. Most likely, the Great Hall would be full of students by now, buzzing with life.

\"Shit. Snape will have my head for this,\" Harry groaned.

\"For what?\"

\"For not taking you to lunch in time.\"

Malfoy chuckled dryly. \"We can skip lunch, if you want.\"

\"No way,\" Harry protested. \"I\'m hungry.\" He smirked. \"We can sneak into the kitchen after lunch. I\'m sure Dobby wouldn\'t mind.\"

Malfoy frowned. \"Dobby? We had a House Elf named Dobby. Who you freed, by the way.\"

\"I know what I did. Your father treated him worse than bad and I only did what was right.\"

He snorted. \"Yes, Potter, always the noble one. Always helping the ones that are in need, don\'t you?\"

Harry shook his head in frustration. \"If you only knew, Malfoy.\"

\"Knew what?\"

\"What it\'s like to be raised by muggles that despise everything you are. That treat you worse than a House Elf. That make you live in a cupboard under the stairs. That try to beat something out of you you didn\'t even know was there \'till you got your letter from Hogwarts.\"

Malfoy gaped at Harry for a moment before his face was an expressionless mask again. \"You\'re kidding.\"

\"If you think so... You\'re welcome to visit me next summer and earn me the beating of my life for bringing one my freaky friends into their house.\"

\"Do you think that\'s okay?\" Malfoy asked seriously.

\"Of course not! I mean it\'s not my fault that I\'m a wizard.\"

\"Right. But muggles like your relatives - if it\'s true what you told me - are the very reason why wizards are hiding. And that\'s just not right.\"

\"And you think it\'s right to kill all muggles, then, because some might be like my relatives?\"

\"I didn\'t say that, Potter. But you have to admit that wizards are superior to muggles.\"

\"In a way. In other ways muggles are superior to us. We can do a lot of things with our magic. But what I miss in our world are things like T.V. and mobiles and stuff.\"

\"T.V.? Mobiles? What are you talking about?\"

\"See? You don\'t know. And muggles don\'t know about magic.\" He smiled. \"Do you realise that this is the first political discussion we had without hexing each other to hell and back?\"

\"Don\'t get used to it, Potter,\" Malfoy smirked, but his eyes were full of amusement.

~o0o~

Harry walked back to the dorms, deep in thoughts. He had learnt one thing today. Ignorance was all it took to create a community like the Death Eaters. It was all it took to give someone like Volrt prt power. Ignorance. They did not know better.

Harry shook his head. Why was he trying to excuse their deeds? Just because he managed to give Malfoy something to think about? No. Certainly not. Harry knew the answer and it frightened him to no end.

The Pink Lady quirked a painted eye-brow at Harry. \"Your friends are worried about you, dear. Where have you been?\"

\"Library. Homework,\" he mumbled before he gave her the password. He was in no mood for conversation. He sled led into the Common Room, still to deep in thoughts to notice anything going on around him. Only when someone stepped in front of him and stopped him, he did look up. \"What do you want?\" he asked Ron tiredly.

\"You haven\'t been at lunch or dinner,\" Ron said, sounding concerned. \"Hermione and I were worried.\"

Harry frowned. \"I was in the library. But you know that.\"

Ron shook his head. \"I don\'t believe you, mate.\"

Harry\'s eyes blazed with anger. \"If you don\'t believe me, Ron, you can always go and ask Malfoy because I\'ve been with Malfoy the whole day. Now if you\'ll excuse me...\" Harry stepped around Ron and climbed the stairs to the dorms.

He fell down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Why did Ron annoy him like this? Has he always been like this or was it recent development? Harry couldn\'t remember having fought with Ron as much as they did over summer and until now. Ron was grating at his nerves.

He sighed when he heard the door opening. He reckoned it to be Ron, so he was surprised to see Hermione sitting down on his bed. \"Harry?\"

\"Yes, \'Mione?\"

\"Were you really with Malfoy?\"

Harry nodded. \"Yes.\"

\"Why?\"

\"I\'ve been up early and found him alone at breakfast. I offered him a truce, and he accepted.\"

Hermione frowned. \"Why would he do that? I mean, he\'s Malfoy...\"

Harry looked around, making sure no one was in hearing range. \"Lucius is a Malfoy, too. And he accepted much more than a truce, didn\'t he?\" He sighed again. \"You haven\'t seen him this morning. Dumbledore indicated that Malfoy was on the verge of breaking, and he is, \'Mione. He reminds me of myself, you know? I know how it feels to lose someone dear,\" he added quietly.

Hermione hugged her friend tightly. \"I know, Harry, and I\'m sorry.\"

\"Don\'t be, \'Mione.\" He tried to smile at her. \"How\'s Ron?\"

She giggled. \"Fuming. Though he tries to convince himself that you were lying.\" She kissed him on the forehead. \"Good night, Harry. Try to be not too hard on Ron, okay?\"

\"If he stops behaving like a jealous git...\"

She rolled her eyes. \"Men!\"

\"Good night, \'Mione.\"

\"Night.\"

He waited until she had left the room before he changed into his pyjamas. He considered waiting for Ron, but he was soon deep asleep.

~o0o~

He is falling. Fast. Yet, he\'s not afraid he will hit bottom. He spreads his arms, feeling the wind in every fibre of his body. A hand reaches out for him, snatching him out of the air like the Golden Snitch. He is pulled onto black silk sheets, next to a pale body. \"I knew you wouldn\'t let me fall...\" Luscious red lips search for his to take them into a ravishing kiss. \"I\'d never let you fall...\" He slithers against the enticing body, marvelling at the feeling of the skin. Experienced hands cup his arse in a squeeze, pressing his hard cock into an answering erection. He moans softly, threading his fingers through long silver-blond hair. \"You\'re so beautiful...\" His lover pulls him on top of him, bucking his hips into his crotch. \"I want you...\" Three whispered words, spoken with so much desire and wanton abandon... Harry dives for the lips of his lover, claiming them in an almost bruising manner. He starts to rub himself against the toned body of the man beneath him, feeling the first drops of precome smearing over their skin. \"Sit down on my cock, Harry...\" Harry moans, his cock twitching at the soft command. He grabs the cock of lover, placing himself over the swollen tip. His lover pushes his hips upwards, breeching Harry and filling him to the hilt. \"Fuck, Lucius...\"

Harry sat upright in his bed. \"Not again,\" he groaned. It was still dark outside, though the first indication of dawn already crept over the hills. Harry fell back into the sheets, reaching into his pyjama bottoms to satisfy his ill craving for Lucius. At least temporarily. A few quick jerks and Harry came hard all his his stomach, not knowing if he actually screamed Lucius\' name into the dark or not. \"Those dreams have to stop,\" he thought. \"I could never look Lucius in the eye again...\"

Grouchyly, he got up. He yelped quietly when he heard Ron\'s v bes beside him. \"Go back to bed, Harry. Sun hasn\'t even risen.\"

\"Can\'t sleep anymore,\" Harry answered.

\"What hell of nightmare did you have?\"

\"What? Why?\"

\"\'Cause you bloody woke me with your scream.\" Ron sat up in bed. \"What did you dream about?\"

\"\'bout Lucius. Malfoy,\" he added quickly. He didn\'t want to give himself away.

\"I\'d scream my lungs out, too, if I dreamt \'bout Malfoy. Either of them.\"

\"You\'re not angry anymore?\" he asked tentatively before he remembered why they had argued and how he had felt about Ron last evening.

\"No. I\'m not. If you want to do your homework with Malfoy - fine. He\'s bloody brilliant at Potions, isn\'t he?\"

Harry dared to smile. Malfoy had proven more patience with Harry yesterday than Snape would ever spare on any of his students. \"Yes, he is. At least, he didn\'t yell at me.\"

\"Just be careful, Harry. He\'s still a Malfoy.\"

\"Tell me about it,\" Harry sighed, knowing too well what Ron meant. He wanted to say something more when the short-eared owl swooped through the window onto Harry\'s bed; it carried a letter. \"Hey there.\" Harry smiled. He took some owl treats from his night stand and fed them to the bird, while he untied the letter.

\"Who\'s it from? The wizard again?\"

Harry stared at the parchment. Black-velvet ribbon. \'Harry\', written in the elegant hand of Lucius Malfoy.

~o0o~


tbc...