Inside Your Mind

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters; they are all J.K. Rowling’s brilliance.

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Chapter Eleven – Lucius

Draco stared at his boyfriend in wonder. “Oh my God,” he breathed slowly, “I’m dating a walking cliché.” Harry glared at him, coloring slightly, for he himself had never wanted to sound so predictable. “It’s okay,” the Slytherin continued, ignoring the glare. “You can’t help being that way, it’s so horribly Gryffindor.”

“I’m beginning to think you don’t want to hsex sex tonight,” Harry said threateningly, while moving to slide his body out from under Draco’s. The blonde noticed this straddled Harry’s hips, anchoring him tightly to the bed. “I would hope,” he said as he placed gentle kisses on Harry’s jaw, “that you know me well enough by now to know that sarcasm is my way of expressing things. While you may be a terribly predictable Gryffindor, you’re my terribly predictable Gryffindor. So,” he concluded, placing a kiss on either side of Harry’s mouth, “if you say that you wanna have sex, then we will, because if I recall correctly, Harry Potter always gets his way.”

With that kissed Harry with an almost bruising force; a kiss filled with want and need for one another. Draco immediately pressed his body into Harry’s, and felt the raven-haired boy arch into him. The blonde bit back a moan, and responded by biting Harry’s lower lip just hard enough to mingle pain with pleasure, and Harry gasped and ground into Draco. This time Draco did moan, and Harry just about melted, learning that hearing Draco Malfoy moan your name was quite possibly the sexiest thing ever. Something about hearing the usually sneering blonde let out such a desperate sound was so amazingly erotic that it made Harry want to flip Draco over and make him do it again. So he did.

Though Harry’s sudden dominance surprised him, the blonde wasn’t about to complain about his boyfriend’s mouth placing hot kisses down his chest. Suddenly one of the hands that had been traveling up and down Draco’s sides plunged lower, and his closed eyes flew open.

The Gryffindor didn’t really know what he was doing, all he knew was that he wanted to make Draco feel good, so he quickly removed Draco’s boxers and began to lightly move his hand up and down. He felt the blonde shiver at his light caresses, and he smirked. Teasing Draco was turning out to be very amusing; he had never expected to be the one whose name the icy Slytherin would be moaning, the one the blonde would need and want; the one that Draco would be desperate for touches from.

Harry…

The whimper in Harry’s mind convinced him to stop torturing his boyfriend, and he allowed his hand to become more forceful. Draco moaned and then growled when Harry removed his hand. “Potter, what the fuck are you-“ He stopped short when he felt the raven-haired boy’s warm mouth around him. Slender hands gripped the sheets of Harry’s bed as the blonde reminded himself that the Gryffindor probably wouldn’t appreciate it too much if he pulled out a handful of his hair. At that moment, Harry took all of Draco in his mouth, and the only words that Draco was capable of thinking were Oh God and Harry.

Harry smirked, enjoying this new control. Following his instincts was working out extremely well, if the things running through Draco’s mind were any indication. Draco struggled to arch his hips, but Harry pinned them to the bed for a few seconds before finally allowing Draco to enjoy himself fully. The blonde moaned, his body awash in sensations.

Unable to hold himself back with Draco under him, moaning his name like that, Harry reached down. A few seconds later, both were over the edge, reveling in the pleasure that took control of their bodies. When it was over, they just looked at each other before Harry crawled up beside Draco and wrapped his arms around the blonde and laid his head on his shoulder. Draco took his wand and whispered nox before leaning in Harry’s chest. They lay in silence for a few minutes before Draco sud suddenly :Hey!:

:What: Harry replied sleepily.

:That wasn’t sex.:

:Are you complaining? Remind me never to give you a blowjob again.:

:Are you sure that was the first one you’ve ever given?: Draco asked this as though he didn’t believe it.

:Yea, why?:

:That’s bloody impossible.:

:I just followed my instincts.:

:Well, I fucking love your instincts.:

:Draco? Go to sleep.:

With that Harry closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep, and the blonde slept into unconsciousness soon after.

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“Draco!”

The next morning, the Slytherin’s eyes shot up open, for the voice sounded like that of his father. That’s not possible, he thought. That is, until, the tall, slender form of none other than Lucius Malfoy walked into the room, giving Draco no time to throw the covers over his sleeping boyfriend, and him arm was still trapped behind the Gryffindor. The elder Malfoy froze, his eyes darting between Harry’s naked sleeping form and Draco’s naked form, both of them half covered by the sheets of the bed. Then he closed his eyes and said slowly and carefully, “Draco, I’m going to pray that you have a good explanation for why you are in bed, naked, next to an equally naked Harry Potter.”

Draco said nothing, but looked to Harry, who was still sleeping, and a small involuntarily smile graced his face. Lucius’s eyes narrowed at this, and he looked at his son and caught his gaze, his question obvious in his eyes. Draco nodded slowly, fear written on his face. Lucius just stared back at him, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion, and without another word he swept from the room.

The blonde sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before reluctantly shaking Harry’s shoulder. The raven-haired boy groaned lightly and buried his head deeper into his pillow. “No,” he said.

“My father was just here.”

Harry immediately sat up, all grogginess gone from his face. “What???? Lucius Malfoy was here? In this room? Just a minute ago? So he saw me and you in bed??”

“Yes.”

“What did he do??”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Lucius Malfoy just walked into this room, saw you and me in bed together, naked, and didn’t say anything?”

“Nope.” Draco seemed to be in shock, so Harry reached over and put an arm around his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“It was so strange. All he did was look at me, and didn’t say one word. He just looked at me, using one look to ask me about you and me. So I nodded, and he looked at me with this unreadable expression, and then just left. I’m kind of scared about what he’s going to do.”

“Well there’s no way we can know now, so why don’t we just go take showers, because we definitely need them, and we’ll worry about it later.”

Both took their time in the shower and then they made their way down to breakfast. It was late on a Sunday morning, so there were hardly any people left, and Harry and Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table to sit with Ron and Hermione who had waited for Harry.

“What’s up?” Ron asked casually, still nibbling at random pieces of food.

:Is it okay to tell them that Lucius found out?:

Draco looked thoughtful for a minute before nodding. :Sure, Hermione’s smart enough not to tell, and Weasley won’t because she’ll make him keep quiet.:

The Gryffindor laughed before turning back to his two friends. “This morning, Lucius kind of walked in looking for Draco, and found me and him in bed together.”

Ron gaped, and Hermione’s eyes immediately became concerned. “What did Malfoy say?”

“Nothing.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?” The two boys nodded. “That’s really strange.”

“What were you doing in bed together?” Ron asked, his face having gone pale. The other three occupants of the table rolled their eyes, not bothering to answer.

“Weasley, why do you ask questions that you don’t want to know that answer to?” Draco asked, smirking,

Ron went even paler, catching the blonde’s meaning. “You mean, you two...do stuff?”

“I’m going to ask this again. Why must you ask questions you don’t want the answer to?”

The redhead gulped, his eyes unnaturally wide. Hermione stood up and took her boyfriend by the arm, gently leading him away from the table. She looked over the shoulder and said “Tell me what happens with Lucius,” and when they nodded, she turned back around.

A school owl headed in their direction and dropped a letter in front of Draco, who sighed at its arrival. Harry took the letter, opened it, and placed it between them.

Draco,

Please come to my office after you are done in the Great Hall.

Professor Dumbledore

The blonde paled and stated “He must know that my father knows.” Harry looked around the room before giving his worried boyfriend a quick hug. “Everything will be alright.”
Draco sighed. “I hope so.”

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The blonde made his way to the Headmaster’s office, worried about what was waiting for him, but he was confused. Why would my father want to talk to me in front of Dumbledore? It doesn’t make sense. He usually wants to talk to me about Voldemort and he can’t do that while Dumbledore is there.

Still thinking about this, he reached the office. He said the password and the gargoyle jumped aside, allowing him to enter the room. Dumbledore was waiting for him, but his father was nowhere in sight. Draco’s eyes must have shown his confusion, because the headmaster said, “You were expecting your father.”

“Yes, I’m sure you heard that he found out about me and Harry.”

“As a matter of fact I did, Mr. Malfoy. But your father is no longer here. He came and asked to see you so I told him where your room were, and he left after going there.”

The blonde’s eyes narrowed. “That doesn’t make sense because he didn’t say anything to me in the room, he just looked at me and left.”

“Regardless of the work your father does, Draco, he is still your father, and even he knows that.”

“Sir, are you worried that he knows?” Draco asked, voicing his concern.

The Headmaster looked his student in the eyes. “You are worried about that, am I right?” The Slytherin nodded in response. “Why wouldn’t I be? The son of one of the most prominent Death Eaters is dating The-Boy-Who-Lived. I’m supposed to become a Death Eater; I highly doubt this would be news that Voldemort would appreciate.”

Dumbledore chuckled and said, “You are indeed correct, Mr. Malfoy. I am going to have Severus keep an eye out for signs that your father has told Voldemort, and if he has, we’ll have to think of a plan from there. For now, that’s all I wanted to discuss, you can leave.”

Draco began to walk from the room before the headmaster’s voice stopped him. “Oh, and Draco?”

The blonde turned around. “Yes?”

Professor Dumbledore looked at him with fondness in his eyes. “Don’t worry so much. Enjoy your time with Harry, for time is something that you can never get back if it is wasted. Harry is already a target, and you might very well become one, but you have to stay together and keep each other strong. You two have a strong emotional bond, regardless of the magical bond. You have something rare; don’t lose it.”

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At the same time, a Death Eater meeting with Voldemort was taking place. The circle of the Dark Lord’s most prominent servants was formed around the skeletal form of their leader.

A million thoughts ran through Lucius Malfoy’s mind as he knelt before Lord Voldemort. My son and The-Boy-Who-Lived. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. A couple. In love. In bed together. Merlin, what the fuck am I going to do?

Motioning for everyone to resume standing, Voldemort brought his hands together in a gesture to start the meeting. He went around the circle, Death Eater by Death Eater, asking for any new news of hope to defeat none other than Harry Potter. As usual, no one had any plans, for this one teenager always managed to slip out of their grasp. By the time the Dark Lord got to Lucius Malfoy, his most trusted servant, his most loyal minion, one might say he was rather annoyed at the lack of success. Now, annoyed for a normal person is a simple hex; annoyed for a dark lord with a fancy for causing people pain is a “Breathe the wrong way and I'll Crucio your arse for my own amusement.”

“Lucius,” he hissed in his cold, high-pitched voice. “What information do you bring that these other incompetent fools have failed to obtain?”

Lord Voldemort’s most loyal servant looked straight into the slit-like eyes of his evil lord, and in a strong, unwavering voice, “I have no new information, my Lord.”