Could You Love Me?

Author: TheSiner
Title: Could you love me?
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama and some attempted humour :)
Pairings: Harry/Lucius; Draco/?; Severus/?(mentioned)
Word Count: ~ 150,000
Summary: HP/LM, slash, mpreg. Lucius forces Harry to marry him. Things get bad and then they get better. This is a story about two different people from different worlds trying to make it work. Complete.
Rating: For some sex, but there’s not that much of it.
Disclaimer: These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates. I am not making any money.
Warnings: slash, mpreg - a boy having a baby, OOC (kind of), non-canon, not betaedited, dubious consent, A/U – it is the same old Wizarding world though. And there is angst and emotional suffering.
Setting:– after Harry’s fifth year. Lucius doesn’t get caught at the Ministry.


TENTH PART – BEFORE STORM

42. Weasley Madness

Draco was getting desperate. He felt like becoming crude and in very simple words demanding for The Dragon Tamer to fuck him. Didn’t matter against what kind of flat surface. At that point it really didn’t. The surface didn’t even have to be flat. Draco was ready to be very accommodating.

It was St. Valentine’s day. Love, chocolates, hearts, singing cupids, poems… all that crap. And sex. Lots of hot sex. Didn’t he deserve at least that? Draco had been such a little angel lately. He had been nice to Potter, he had cut his Weasel insulting in half, had not called Granger ‘Mudblood’ since the fall of The Dark Lord (at least not aloud). He had searched professor’s office for Potter’s benefit. Not that anyone knew that, but it had been a very Gryffindorish act, hadn’t it?

Where was the reward for all Draco Malfoy’s good deeds?

The Dragon Tamer didn’t really make an impression of a bashful type. Not with that sexy ‘come neither’ smirk pulling at his delicious mouth.

The man was a damned tease!

Well technically, it was just their second date, but Draco had not wanted to do any dating in the first place. All the courting was not necessary (even if was not exactly unpleasant). But the Weasley didn’t listen and ignored all the hints the blonde was giving him!

But it was not as if Draco had a choice. He was fucking obsessed and ready to do anything to get into the damned wizard’s pants.

They met at the same place as the last time, by the Shrieking Shack.

“You look very nice today, Draco,” the Weasley grazed blonde’s cheek with his fingertips and to his mortification the teenager felt incredibly pleased to hear the simple compliment.
‘Very nice?’- usually that would get the potential wooer nowhere. Draco didn’t look ‘nice’, he was drop dead gorgeous and liked to hear that from others.

Not so much lately though. Draco had to admit that fawning could become boring and even irksome.

And now Draco suddenly felt as if he had been hit with a Jelly-Legs Jinx, a Cheering-Charm and Confundus simultaneously just because of a lousy ‘you look very nice’! That was just sad.

But he successfully bit his tongue and didn’t babble something similar back. He was a Malfoy. The Dragon Tamer smirked.

“Please, close your eyes for me, Draco,” he ordered.

Draco considered telling the man to cut the nonsense, but since closing eyes could mean that he would receive a kiss, he had quelled that impulse and obeyed. However, to Draco’s surprise he had felt something very soft covering his eyes and being tied at the back of his head.

Mmm… that was interesting…

His hands had been batted away even before they had really attempted to remove the blindfold.

Then Draco got very much distracted by the pair of strong arms enveloping him from behind and a warm body pressing against his. And then came the familiar feel of side along apparition. It was over soon and Draco suddenly felt like he was somewhere much warmer, maybe inside a room? A nice suit with a large queen-size bed…

Then The Dragon Tamer gently pushed Draco down on his knees, not a very dignified position for the Malfoy heir, but a very promising one. Besides, the floor was covered with something so soft, that Draco could stay on his knees for hours.
Merlin, but apparently the guy was one kinky bastard. Not that Draco had any objections. The blonde licked his lips and his pulse sped up in anticipation. Then he had felt large hands removing the blindfold. So he would be allowed to see his treat…

Oh… not what he had expected. Draco was ready to wail in frustration! He was in the middle of a forest glade, kneeling on the blanket with a real feast lied out in front of him. It looked like a bloody picnic! Picnic?

“You can take off your cloak, I put warming charm on the blanket,” The Dragon Tamer explained helping Draco to remove said garment as gentleman he was. The young wizard sighed dejectedly.
He might as well enjoy this. Draco had a feeling that whatever the redhead was trying to achieve, there was nothing he could do to change the bastard’s mind about it.

Draco was hoping that he might get laid one day if he was really patient. He was really hoping that it would happen in this decade.

43. Surprise

They had flooed to the Malfoy Manor first. When Harry had asked where they were going, Lucius had simply said that it was going to be a surprise.

So Harry had no other choice but to let Lucius wrap his arms securely around him and call out the address. It was the safest way to floo considering Harry’s tendency to stumble out of fire-place and down on the floor. It had taken them some time to develop their method. Harry had heard Lucius say ‘Horton-Keitch at Falcons’.

Wasn’t Horton-Keitch… but Harry didn’t have time to think about it much; he was pulled into floo network.

Only when they had gotten out of the fireplace and Harry was again feeling steady on his feet, he noticed that they were not alone in the room. Three older wizards were standing in front of Harry and Lucius, looking as if they had been expecting their arrival.

“Mister Malfoy, right on time you are,” one of them beamed as he bowed to the blonde wizard. Lucius returned the gesture. Pure-bloods didn’t believe in shaking hands, since it was too easy to harm the other person by touching them. To slip poison or portkey, possibilities were endless.

The three wizards greeted Lucius, at the same time glancing at his young husband, not being very good at hiding their curiosity. Lucius turned towards Harry.

“Harry, may I introduce to you Basil Horton and Randolph Keitch,” the blonde wizard said and the teenager bowed the same way his husband had done. He didn’t notice the look of approval Lucius gave him, though.

“It’s a great honour Mr. Potter, err, Potter-Malfoy, I mean,” Horton smiled bowing. The boy noticed that his most characteristic feature probably was the thick, black hair, which was frizzy and looked even messier than Harry’s in the morning, jut after getting out of bed.

“Yes, indeed, we are very grateful for what he did for all of us,” Keitch added. He was a greying brunet and about two inches taller than the other man.

It was very strange that all the three wizards were wearing dark grey robes with white trim.

And then Harry realised where he had seen those names. In Quidditch Through The Ages. Horton an Keitch had both played Quidditch for the Falmouth Falcons and later founded Comet Trading Company. Dark grey was Falcons’ colour!

“Errr… no, it’s me who is honoured,” Harry finally managed when he realised that everyone had been waiting for him to say something.

“So modest Mr. Potter… sorry, Potter-Malfoy,” Horton laughed. “But let me introduce you to Otto! Otto Swiftish the new coach of Falmoth Falcons. I’ll tell you Mr. Malfoy, they are in better shape than ever before! The victory is ours today! Without doubt!”

Swiftish was also all smiles. Looked a bit nervous though. But it didn’t much faze Harry, he had played under Oliver Wood after all.
Swiftish’s years of active playing were obviously in the past, because while it was possible to fly on a broom with the bear-belly the wizard had, Harry doubted he could seriously compete with anyone. But maybe such things didn’t matter for the couch.

Lucius was scrutinizing the man in a way that obviously was making him very uncomfortable. And then he nodded: “Well, we will see about that, won’t we?” It was obvious that the man meant ‘better don’t disappoint me or else…’ or something between those lines. Harry wanted to roll his eyes. He really didn’t care for appearances that much and thought that it was ridiculous the way Lucius tried to intimidate everyone he met.

But then, if Harry could choose, he would avoid strangers completely.

“I assume that everything is set up as I requested?” Lucius looked at Horton and
Keitch pointedly.

“Of course, Mr. Malfoy, the private box is all set up for you,” Horton winked.
Lucius lips tightened and it was obvious he thought it had not been appropriate and he did not approve being winked at. The ex-Quidditch player cleared his throat and nervously and bid them to have a great time.

“Thank you gentlemen, I’ll see you on Wednesday,” Lucius bowed once again and offered Harry his arm and leading him outside one of the doors, which conveniently opened right to the one of the private boxes on the Quidditch stands.

Harry was too excited to become annoyed by Lucius’ behaviour and his treatment of other people.
Since the New Year’s Ball, the boy had started really noticing that the man behaved in public much differently than in private, but had not yet decided on how much it bothered him.

Harry looked at the older man questioningly.

“Surely you didn’t think that I dragged you to the one of my business meetings or to meet a couple of old Quidditch players?” The blonde looked slightly amused with how surprised Harry seemed. “We are here to watch the Quidditch game, of course.”

Harry’s eyes widened: “A Quidditch game? Really?”

“You like Quidditch, don’t you?” Lucius inquired.

“Of course I do!”

Harry just had not expected Lucius to take him to a game. Maybe he had been expecting something more Valentine-ly.

“Well, we can always floo back to Hogsmeade and have a cup of hot chocolate at Madam Puddifoot’s, it is not like she requires her clientele to make reservations...” Lucius proposed trying to look as if he was turning around, ready to exit the box. It was obvious that he was joking.

„No! Don’t you dare!” Harry protested vehemently and Lucius allowed himself to give a laugh at the mortified expression on the boy’s face. He led Harry towards a very comfy looking dark grey couch with legs that looked like bird’s legs. Probably meant to be falcon’s. Apparently they took sticking to the theme very seriously.

The view couldn’t be better. They were on very top of the stands.

“Wow…” Harry breathed out looking around the pitch in wonder and excitement. Lucius felt more content than ever that he had managed to make his husband happy like that.
After a couple of minutes hungrily drinking in the sight Harry sat down. There was no need to lean over the edge; he could see everything anyway.

“I think the game should start any minute now,” Lucius commented, relishing the feeling of his young husband leaning against him. Harry was snuggling against the older man’s chest like a kitten in a good mood.
“Here, have a snack.” The older man waved his wand and a little table on the wheels slid in front of them. There was pumpkin juice and… vegetables. Harry had expected crisps, cookies, candies… but he got assorted vegetables? Where was the junk-food?

The young man’s disappointment was written all over his face and Lucius was just too amused to see the cutest pout he had ever encountered.

Harry was surprised when the older man suddenly leaned down to kiss him… but it wasn’t exactly a kiss, it was as if Lucius was tasting his lips, swiping his tongue over them and letting it dip between them only a little bit. It was so strange, that Harry found himself blushing once again when his husband pulled back.

“As I thought,” Lucius announced smirking. “I think that the old coot fed you enough chocolate to last you till Easter while you were waiting for me in his office. Too much sugar is not good for the baby, so…” he picked up a carrot stick, dipped in the one of offered sauces and lifted it to his young, pouting husband’s lips. “Open up,” Lucius ordered and Harry obeyed.

Turned out, that vegetables tasted better when they were hand-fed to you by very gorgeous, blond men.

Harry really had wonderful time watching Falmouth Falcons thrash Montrose Magpies. That was a very good thing, because it turned out that Lucius had invested some money into the team, which Horton and Keitch had recently bought and that was probably the reason why the men had been so nervous earlier. They hadn’t really wanted to disappoint their new investor, especially considering who the investor was.

But Harry didn’t give that much thought at the time. The game was very fast and exciting and the Falcons were true to their motto: ‘Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads’. That was really some hard play.
Having a private box meant that Harry and his baby-bump were not being stared at, since there was a good concealment ward all around it.

Harry decided that it was the best Valentine day ever. Ron was going to be so jealous! Of course, he was probably enjoying himself at Madame Pudifoot’s with Hermione, but come on! This was Quidditch!

The relief on Horton’s, Keitch’s and Swiftish’s faces was obvious when Harry and Lucius said their goodbyes.

“Phew,” Horton let out a breath he was holding when the couple had disappeared in the floo network.

“I wish we didn’t need his galleons,” Keitch grumbled. “That Malfoy is just…”

“Yeah, I understand, what you mean. I really feel sorry about that poor lad. There was something fishy about that marriage,” Swiftish joined the conversation.

“Poor lad?” Snorted Keitch. “Someone who is a Potter, a Black and a Malfoy? And The-Boy-Who-Lived? And managed to get pregnant, did you see the bump? How magically strong he has to be to pull off something like that? Do you imagine how much money he could rake in on endorsements?”

“Don’t see him doing that,” Horton shook his head. “My cousin works at the ‘Prophet’, says the last picture they have of him is from Potter’s fourth year, has some charm on him, every photo turns out blurry…”


44. Night Still Young


Meanwhile Harry was once again taken into the floo without him knowing where exactly they were going. The boy was already getting used to going along with whatever Lucius had planned.

“Where are we?” Harry asked, noticing that after they stepped out of the fireplace, Lucius didn’t hurry to let him go.

“I thought you will be hungry,” the man huskily whispered on shorter wizard’s ear standing behind him and still embracing Harry which sent pleasant tingling down the young man’s spine.
“This place is called Mirabella’s Gardens. It is a restaurant and a hotel. I thought the change of scenery could be a good idea, but all this flooing can’t be good for you, so it would be better if we stayed here. Will you mind not returning to Hogwarts tonight?”

“Of course I will not mind,” Harry was certainly not feeling like saying ‘no’ to anything Lucius proposed while he was still enveloped in the man’s strong arms. In addition, he really liked seeing new places, since he hadn’t been many places, which his husband was changing rapidly. Besides, there was something exciting about staying in a hotel, since Harry had never done that before. Leaky Cauldron really didn’t count.

“Good,” Lucius put his arm around boy’s shoulder and guided him towards the front desk to check in. They were both instantly recognized, judging by how flustered the receptionist became. However, Harry had to give it to the girl – she was trying very hard to keep her cool. He just wasn’t sure if it was him or Lucius who was making her nervous. Or both of them.

He hated being a celebrity, truly hated it.

The hotel was great, Harry couldn’t deny that. Apparently it was called ‘Garden’ for a reason. The whole building was crawling with all kinds of vines, there were all imaginable kinds of flowers growing on almost every surface and the boy even spotted an orange tree by the one of the walls and a miniature waterfall in the middle of the foyer… amazing!

He could not wait to see everything…

“Harry,” Lucius gently guided his husband towards one of the lifts. “We will have plenty of time to explore. We should freshen up first and change for the dinner. And you probably need to lie down for a bit as well, I am afraid there had been way too much of excitement today…”

The boy really wanted to object that he was not an invalid or a child and didn’t appreciate to be treated as one, but was in a too good mood to start an argument, so he let it go, but only this time.

Their room was on the third floor and the password was ‘hibiscus’. Lucius held the door open for his young husband. The anteroom was spacious and nicely furnished. Everything was done in very light colours and naturally, they had their own little flower garden. Harry wondered if Neville new that place like this existed and Professor Sprout. They would think they had died and went to heaven.

Lucius opened a large French door leading into a very nice bedroom which was a bit smaller, than the anteroom. Or just seemed to be because of the large bed in the middle of it. One bed.

Lucius frowned demonstrating his displeasure: “I am sorry Harry. I asked them for the best they could offer on such short notice and since we are a married couple, they probably decided that this was going to be suitable… I assume, I should request another room or at least another bed…” he turned to walk out of the room.

“No!” Harry’s exclamation made the man stop. “I mean, it’s alright. We are married after all and if we ask for the second bed… I… I don’t want them to think…” Harry’s cheeks tinged red again and he nervously looked at the floor, it was hard to explain, but Harry didn’t want anyone to know such intimate details about his life and make any speculations. And if the papers got wind of it… people would talk.

It didn’t make any sense, because if he and Lucius wanted to sleep in separate beds it shouldn’t be anybody’s business, but theirs. Nevertheless, Harry knew that someone might notice and talk. Harry didn’t want people, strangers talking to him.

“Harry, look at me” Lucius commanded and when Harry’s eyes landed on his husband’s face, he saw that the man looked at him with expression radiating tenderness. “Do not worry; it’s your comfort that matters. Nothing else.”

Harry was deeply touched by those simple words, damn hormones, but he felt his eyes prickling and the words almost stuck in his throat, but he took a breath and stepped closer to the handsome man.

“I… I think that I will be comfortable enough. I think I will be very comfortable, in fact,” and then he rose to stand on tiptoe and almost cautiously brushed his lips against his husband’s. It was the most innocent of kisses before Lucius wrapped his arms around the petite wizard and took control.

But Lucius Malfoy really knew how to kiss… Once again, Harry was swept off his feet, so good it felt to be held and kissed like this, to be overpowered and invaded.

He almost whimpered when it was over and he was ordered to freshen up and change for the dinner.

Harry staggered into the bathroom and splashed water on his face, trying to somehow coax his flushed cheeks back to normal. That had been… intense? Maybe. He wanted… he had no idea, what exactly was that h wanted. More? The boy was not sure. Could he really want all those things he had seen in the books Lucius had sent him? Was it right to want those things?
Well other people did and he was married, so there could not be really anything wrong with it. And they had already been together once, only that time seemed so far away now and so… it was as if it hadn’t really been him and it hadn’t really been Lucius or they had been another Lucius and Harry.

It probably didn’t make sense, but that was how the boy felt about it.

But if he kept worrying about it all, his head was going to burst. So Harry decided to do the Gryffindor thing. Not worry too much, go with the flow, and see where it took him.

Lucius watched his young husband disappearing in the bathroom. He didn’t really felt guilty for manipulating the boy this time. Because a part of him had actually meant everything, he had said. And his selfish side was satisfied as well. Everything was going according the plan and he might get what he wanted.

***

The dinner was very nice, not that Harry had expected anything less of Lucius Malfoy. He had soup, chicken and three kinds of salad and was allowed whatever he wanted for dessert. Which was a good thing, because the boy had started getting annoyed about the fact that his husband obviously thought that Harry needed someone to tell him what was good for him and what wasn’t.

He was sixteen! Sixteen years old boys were allowed all the sugar they could stomach, weren’t they? Lucius most likely wasn’t aware that he had avoided disaster by a hair’s breadth when he had decided that chocolate ice-cream probably wasn’t going to hurt his second heir.

After the diner, Harry was truly glad that he didn’t have to floo anywhere. He had to admit grudgingly that he did get tired faster these days and at about ten o’clock usually was completely knackered. But he didn’t mind the walk they had through the garden that enclosed the hotel. It turned out that there was a complicated ward placed on the territory. Parts of the garden were tropical, other parts had mountain climate, and in some parts, it was the middle of summer, in others spring or autumn. It was fascinating, really.

Maybe a bit too much though. It demonstrated that magic was wonderful and that many things were possible with it at one’s disposal, but… Harry suddenly remembered a picture he had once seen somewhere, a single yellow dandelion growing through the crack in concrete, so bright and sunny, simple, but beautiful. Sometimes, Harry thought, true miracles happened without help of magic.

But he didn’t share those thoughts with Lucius. Harry doubted that they would be understood and appreciated. It made him a bit sad, but the next moment Lucius put an arm around his husband’s shoulders and pulled him closer to his side and the boy felt something stir in his chest in a very pleasant way.

They were really enjoying themselves. Lucius was telling Harry about his latest business deals and about the Ministry people, he had been forced to deal with. The younger wizard found himself laughing a lot, because his husband’s sarcastic worldview made his stories very funny. It was different kind of humour, not the silly jokes his pears made, but Harry became more and more fascinated with the man who obviously was opening up to him more and more with every passing day.

When Harry had to stifle the first yawn, the teenager did not really want to go to bed yet. He was having good time! But unfortunately Lucius was ever observant and started steering the younger wizard towards the hotel. Harry was so distracted that he didn’t really notice that they were returning to their room until they came to stop by the door that led inside.

When questioning green eyes turned towards Lucius the man smirked: “Oh, no, don’t look at me like that. I know you are tired.”

Harry sighed, rolled his eyes and then nodded. Lucius’ hand returned to its place around Harry’s shoulders and he leaned down to whisper on the boy’s ear: “Don’t worry, we have lifetime lying in front of us, to go places, to have walks in the gardens.”

And a smile flitted across Harry’s face. A lifetime with Lucius.

However, the bedtime meant sharing the bed. Harry thought he was ready, but it was still putting him into state of emotional turmoil. He was not sure what Lucius was expecting of him. Was he expecting something? Did Harry want him to expect anything?

He stood there looking at the large bed. He hadn’t even brought pyjamas…

“I brought some things that you might find necessary,” it was as if Lucius was reading his thoughts. “They are in the trunk at the bottom of the bed.”

Harry nodded a bit absentmindedly, went to the trunk, opened it and easily located a pair of dark green pyjamas. He noticed that there were both his and Lucius clothes there. This was obviously, where the outfit he had changed into before dinner had come from.

When Harry was finished with his shower, the boy was delighted to see that Lucius had contacted the room service and ordered hot cocoa and some biscuits, which he happily busied himself with while the other man took his turn in the bathroom.

God, but Harry was eating like a pig these days. Or like Dudley. He snickered at the thought.

“Harry,” he heard Lucius’ voice after some time and turned his head to see the man standing behind his chair. Harry gasped. The handsome man was standing there wearing nothing except a pair of black, silk pyjama bottoms that were riding pretty low on his hips. Gulp.
Harry had kind of suspected that Lucius would look impressive without clothes. But, oh God, there were miles between suspecting and seeing with one’s own eyes. The broad, prominent chest, taut with just right amount of muscle. The lean upper part of Lucius’ body, that seemed to go on forever, the well-defined abs, that Harry felt almost overwhelming desire to touch to make sure they were real.
There was so much of pale, flawless skin and the mane of silver blonde hair… the wizard looked more like a God than a human. No human could be so gorgeous, so perfect.

Lucius reached out and put his palm on nape of the boy’s neck twining some of the soft, dark strands around his fingers.

“Did you enjoy your cocoa?”

Harry hadn’t expected such an innocent question, but the tone of man’s voice was not that innocent at all. He was purring, no other word would fit.

“Erm, yes… it was nice,” the boy managed somehow.

“Are you ready for bed?”

Harry simply nodded; his mouth had gotten a bit too dry.

A smile tugged at the corners of Lucius’ mouth. He leaned down, took Harry’s hand to help him stand up. But as soon as the boy was on his feet, he was swept off his feet and found himself lifted on Lucius’ arms.

“I am not that tired,” he protested weakly, just because he couldn’t really think of anything else, but felt like he should say something. In other words, Harry was babbling.

“I know, I am just trying to spoil you,” Lucius said and started walking towards the bedroom.

Harry decided that the blonde man smelled simply divine, fresh from the shower. Lucius’ hair was brushing against his cheek… he was terribly disappointed when he was lowered onto the bed too soon. Harry would gladly spend more time in his husband’s arms. He felt a bit light-headed… he couldn’t take his eyes off Lucius who stretched out to lie on his side next to the boy.

They were looking into each other’s eyes for some time, before Lucius spoke, amusement obvious on his face: “Do you realise that I have been trying to seduce you?”

Harry opened his mouth and then closed it again eyes widening in astonishment. He could hardly believe that this stunning man was there in the same bed with him and he was…

“I can only assume, that I am not succeeding,” Lucius sighed regretfully.

Oh, but that was not the case, Harry just didn’t know… he had no idea what to do… what to say… did he have to say something? Maybe he was supposed to show some other reaction besides blushing furiously.

“N…no… it’s not that… I... just…” Oh, Merlin, he was such an idiot!

Smile was still playing on Lucius’ lips as he moved closer. Then still looking into the green eyes, he traced Harry’s bulging stomach with one long, elegant finger: “Would you mind if I touched him?”

Harry shook his head. It was Lucius’ baby too after all and he was pretty much used to Lucius wanting to touch the baby. The man always asked permission though.
However, the boy hadn’t quite expected for his husband to unbutton his top. Gently, long fingers pulled free one button after another. There was something playful about the way Lucius did it.
Lucius laid his large, warm hand on top of the bump. Harry took a deep breath as the man tenderly caressed his tummy. The touch was… it was so exciting for some reason and incredibly intimate.

And then Lucius’ leaned over the boy, the tips of blond hair brushing against the boy’s exposed skin and the next moment his lips were where the hands had been. Butterfly kisses were delivered on every inch of Harry’s tummy. One by one. Almost tickling, but not quite. It was as if the warmth from the patches of skin where Lucius’ mouth touched was spreading all over Harry’s body.
Then Lucius lifted his eyes to look into Harry’s green orbs and said the last thing the boy had expected to hear at the moment: “You are beautiful, very beautiful, my Harry. So beautiful it hurts. Do you understand?”

Harry’s blush deepened, if it was possible. He felt as if he was going to self-ignite like Fawkes.

Then Lucius’ tongue dipped into his navel.

“Oh!” The boy exclaimed, before he could stop himself. It was wet. And maddeningly arousing.

Lucius lifted his head and locked his eyes on Harry’s.

“Harry,” his voice was dripping with desire. “I can make you feel very good,” he promised. “But you must want me to.”

The boy licked his suddenly dry lips and Lucius shifted.

“I am not going to hurt you. I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to do,”

Harry looked into Lucius’ eyes. They were trying not to plead with the boy. Not to pressure him. but it looked as if it would physically hurt Lucius if Harry denied the man what he was desperate for.

Lucius climbed over Harry straddling his legs. Merlin, but the boy was getting very, very desperate as well. He needed Lucius to do something. Anything.

"Yes, please..." Harry whimpered digging his fingers into the duvet. "Do... whatever you want..."

"Mmm," the man's gaze was definitely predatory. "I don't think you are ready for me to do whatever I want. Not yet. You can tell me to stop any time you want, do you understand?”

Then he put his hands on the drawstring of Harry's bottoms and started pulling them off in agonizingly slow pace. Harry bit his lips to prevent moans escaping his lips as the silky material grazed the most sensitive part of his body. And another one when it was exposed to chilly air.

Harry had squeezed his eyes close. He was too embarrassed to look, knowing that his cock was hard and exposed and Lucius was looking directly at it.

Was it possible to die of embarrassment?

Lucius however was very much enjoying the view. Harry splayed out before him, pregnant with his child, overtaken by desire, with his pyjama bottoms around his knees, flushed and not being able to do anything to help himself.

"Open your eyes, Harry," the older wizard ordered. "I want you to see, I want you to look at me as I am bringing you pleasure.”

The boy shook his head, he couldn't, he couldn't look!

Lucius was amused by his husband's bashfulness. He hadn't had such challenge in a very long time.

"Harry, please," the man let his breath ghost over the tip of the boy's hard member. Harry whimpered, he had definitely felt the featherlike touch.

"Look at me or I will stop," Lucius threatened, he wanted those brilliant green eyes, and Harry did, he just couldn't let the man stop now. He wanted… desperately. The older man decided that Harry indeed had the most amazing, green eyes he had ever seen. And the softest skin and...

But this was not the time to admire the beautiful youth he had pleasure to call his, this was time to keep promises. Lucius stooped down and took Harry in his mouth, making sure to keep eye contact. He wanted the boy to know who exactly was doing this to him and never forget who had given him his first fellatio.

Harry couldn't help it, he writhed and moaned and fisted the cover in his small hands. It was amazing. Better than he had imagined and Lucius... Lucius was a God. Harry didn’t believe the man really wanted to do it.
Lucius’ mouth was so hot and as if it was not too much already, his hands were caressing Harry’s thighs, his hips, buttocks, and other places. The boy couldn’t keep track of those devious hands, that seemed to be everywhere at the same time.

Harry did scream as he found his release, so intense it had been. For a moment, Lucius was worried if it had been a right thing to do, to excite his pregnant husband that much. He lied next to Harry and pulled the boy to his chest, gently stroking his back, to help him to calm down. Lucius could feel delicate shudder running through the boy’s body.
Gradually Harry's breath evened out and soon after, Lucius could hear soft snores. He laid Harry back, not bothering to put back the trousers and tucked him in with more care than anyone would believe Lucius Malfoy being capable of.

Then he stood up and went to the bathroom to take care of his own need, still deeply satisfied despite the fact that he was still achingly hard. To see Harry in throes of passion was enough at the moment.


***

Harry was ready to swear that he had never ever slept so well. Never been so warm. Never been so comfortable. Definitely, he had never wakened up held in someone’s arms. It felt good. It felt very good. Amazing. He was content and happy. Who had known that ones husband’s strong, broad chest made such an excellent pillow?

One of Lucius’ legs was entwined with Harry’s and the boy realised that he was bare from waist down. But Lucius… oh, my, Lucius wasn’t wearing anything at all. The realisation sent a wave of heat all over Harry’s body.
Their bare skin was touching; he could feel the hair on other man’s leg tickling his shins. And… Merlin! His bottom was pressing against… ah...

The weird part was that it was more exciting than weird or scary.

But after the last night… well it was not like Lucius hadn’t seen it all. Maybe it was time to get over his shyness.

The other man mumbled something and pulled Harry closer, one hand sliding down to rest on boy’s stomach. Harry put his own, smaller palm over it and smiled drifting back to sleep.


***

It was almost noon, when they both finally woke up. This time Lucius had been the first to stir, but since he had had nowhere to hurry; the man had let his young husband sleep in his arms. Holding Harry was not a hard chore at all. He could definitely get used to it. When finally Lucius felt the boy’s breathing get shallower – a sign that Harry had awaken.

“Good morning,” Lucius greeted pressing a kiss on the top of Harry’s head.

“ ‘morning, I think my bum’s gotten numb from all the sleeping…” Harry yawned and then remembered whom he was sleeping next to and promptly blushed.

Lucius chuckled: “I don’t mind you talking about your… bum. Or talking about whatever you want to. I am not really as uptight as you think, I am.”

Harry nodded, it was kind of true.

“Would you like to use the bathroom first?” The older man inquired.

“Erm, I think I have to use the bathroom first and about right now,” the little one had also awakened and had just given Harry’s bladder a vicious kick. Lucius reluctantly released the boy.

For some reason Harry didn’t hurry to leave the warm net of blankets. His eyes shot towards a bathrobe, which had been draped over one a chair by the vanity at the opposite wall. Too far. Harry hesitated, but then he turned towards Lucius: “Would you… erm, would you mind, to close your eyes?”

“Eyes?” The blond wizard didn’t understood, but then Harry squirmed under the blanket, round, firm buttocks rubbing against Lucius thigh. “Of course, as you wish,” the man complied amusedly. As if he hadn’t seen Harry’s naked but already…

About fifteen minutes later Harry was sitting in the drawing room and waiting for the room service to deliver them breakfast while Lucius was taking his shower. The boy was relieved, but also a bit disappointed that he hadn’t been asked to join or something. It had certainly appeared as if Lucius had been toying with the thought.

There was a knock on the door and a witch clad in green as all the hotel personnel, levitated a huge tray into the room and set it on the table. Harry wondered why he wasn’t served by a house elf, but didn’t think it was appropriate to ask, so he decided to make nothing of it.

“Mister Potter-Black-Malfoy,” the witch addressed him after she had levitated everything from the tray to the table. “Excuse me, but our manager would like to know if you still need us to keep the other room available for you.”

“The other room?” Harry frowned.

“Yes, the one next to this, the two bedroom suit. I know it’s been paid for, but since you are not using it… we are very busy today, we could really use it… of course if it isn’t causing any inconvenience…”

Harry was feeling a bit lost there. Another room? Why would Lucius have rented another room? A two bedroom suit? Of course after the Manor nowhere seemed spacious enough, but… why were they staying in the smaller suit then? If there was another suit available, more spacious with two separate bedrooms…

Then he suddenly understood. Everything.

“No,” the boy ground out. “We will not need the other room; you are free to do whatever you want with it.”

The witch gulped audibly and hurried out of the door. She had no idea what she had done to offend Harry Potter-Black-Malfoy. Matilda had not done anything wrong and had not been offensive as far as she knew. And who needed three family names anyway? Sounded kind of vain, but of course she was not going to say that aloud, she needed the job.

Harry angrily stabbed the oatmeal with his fork. Yes, fork, he liked to eat oatmeal with a fork and didn’t care what anyone said about that. Actually, he didn’t really want oatmeal at all. The boy pushed the bowl of porridge and the other one with fresh fruit to the other side of the table and pulled closer the plate with full English breakfast that had obviously been prepared for Lucius.
What right Lucius Malfoy had to dictate what he ate? In fact, he didn’t want bacon either. He had wanted some chicken and chips and he had told his husband dearest that! But, no! Of course, the man had ordered oatmeal and fruits! The bastard! He had no right.

Moreover, Lucius had no right to manipulate Harry into his bed. He hated being manipulated. Why Lucius couldn’t have just said that he would like them to share ] a bed? No, instead he had played that trick! Another suit with two bedrooms had been waiting for them in case Harry hadn’t agreed to snuggle up with his damn snake of a husband! Smart. Very smart.

Lucius could feel that something wasn’t right as soon as he stepped into the drawing room where Harry was angrily devouring his eggs. And everything had gone so well. He sat down at the table and pulled the bowl with oatmeal towards himself. He didn’t even mention the fact that it had been ordered for Harry’s breakfast. He had a feeling that it was not time for nagging the young man about his dietary choices.

Lucius decided to wait for Harry to come out with whatever it was, that was othering him.

They were eating in silence. If Lucius hadn’t had proper upbringing he would have made a face. He hated oatmeal with passion. It was so bland. He didn’t know of any other substance that could be added to the porridge to make it edible. Butter? Jam? Syrup? Even those didn’t help much.
Harry was obviously very angry, he wasn’t even looking at the other man and the set of his jaw didn’t bode well with Lucius.

Lucius waited until they had finished eating, but he had a feeling that a confrontation was unavoidable and maybe allowing Harry to stew was not such a bright idea after all. He was going to start the conversation.

“What is the matter, Harry? You are obviously upset.”

Green eyes blazed as they glared at the blonde man: “Yes, I am upset. In fact I am very upset!”

“Why?”

“You are asking me, why? Well, of course you are! It would be foolish to hope that you would know what you did wrong. Tell me this, do you think, I am stupid? Why did you felt like you had to trick me, Luciusss?!” Harry hissed.

“Tricked you how? When?” The older man’s tone was dispassionate. Never start with apologizing and admitting to your wrongdoings. You might confess something the opposing party had not been aware of.

“I didn’t know that you have played me more than once this weekend. Is there something else you want to tell me about? Something beside the little trick with the room?” He demanded. “I am not stupid!”

Under different circumstances, Lucius would have been proud that Harry had managed to turn his words against him so masterfully.

“Ah, that,” the man drawled. He had not expected to be caught out. Honestly, Harry was so naïve that there had not been much chance for that to happen. Lucius wondered what had given the boy a clue. However, to ask ‘how did you find out’ could only make the matters worse. It didn’t matter anyway.

Nevertheless, Lucius had to say something. “But you didn’t mind that much last night, did you?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Lucius realised that it had been absolutely the wrong thing to say.

Harry’s cheeks reddened: “Why I am not surprised that you are missing the point? I am not angry about that part. No, I did not mind. But that is not THE POINT! I am angry that you were dishonest. Was it really necessary? To make a fool out of me?”

“Ah, I think I understand,” Lucius sighed. “But you were not hurt, were you?” The man frowned his expression turning worried.

“No! I was not hurt… but, how many times will I have to repeat this - that IS NOT the point! You lied to me! That is the problem! I hate being lied to, the same way most people do! And I expect that at least the people who are the closest to me won’t lie to me.”

Something fluttered in Lucius stomach when the boy insinuated their closeness.

“I am sorry, Harry, if I have hurt you with my actions, but there are many kinds of lies. I thought this was quite harmless. I didn’t want to force you into anything, just nudge you into the right direction,” he tried to explain honestly. He thought that the boy was making too big deal out of it.

“Well, I don’t appreciate that kind of tactics I think I want to go back to Hogwarts,” Harry stood up, crossed arms over his chest and turned his back to Lucius. He was angry. They have had such a great time and now it had been spoiled by Lucius’ scheming. “Now, please.”

Harry didn’t say a word and didn’t even look at Lucius on the way to the fireplace, which they used to floo back to Hogwarts. Then he stormed out of the Headmaster’s office not even saying ‘goodbye’.

Albus Dumbledore shot Lucius a questioning look, but got no explanation. With a terse ‘Have a good day, Headmaster’, the man was gone.


45. More than Just a Talk

It was Sunday evening. Maxim Rasputin was deep in thought when he heard the knock. As a good Professor who he was working very hard to be, he got up and went to open the door. How delightful; it turned out that the student at his door was no one else, but Harry Potter. Exactly the one he had been thinking about. He was becoming more and more worried for the poor child with every passing day. Well, not really a child, since he was about to have a child of his own very soon, but a very young man who had been through a lot.

“Harry,” the DADA Professor smiled stepping aside to let his guest in. “Come in! come in! What brings you here?”

He was glad that the by had decided to visit him outside their sessions. Very glad.

“I didn’t want to bother you…” Harry as usually thought that he was intruding and inconveniencing other people. That saddened Maxim greatly; the dark-haired teenager was such a wonderful boy and had no reason to feel so insecure. He was angry at all the people who had hurt Harry.

“Harry, you are always welcome here,” the older wizard smiled reassuringly. ”In fact I was thinking about you just a couple of minutes ago.”

“Oh, really? Why?” The boy looked surprised as if he couldn’t imagine that anyone might be worrying about him at all.

“We will get to that,” Rasputin kept smiling. “But now sit down and tell me, what you wanted to talk about. I believe that is what you are here for.”

Harry sunk into one of the comfy armchairs with a sigh: “Yes, I guess, I had to talk to someone. It’s Lucius.”

“What about Mister Malfoy?”

“He’s… he’s just… He’s a manipulative bastard!” The boy cried out angrily. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s alright,” Rasputin dismissed. He did not seem to be surprised at all: “What did Mr. Malfoy do that caused you so much distress?”

Harry rubbed his forehead with his palm in frustration: “I don’t, don’t really want to talk about that.” He looked aside at one of the bookshelves, trying to hide his blush, no way; he was not going to reveal all the details to a professor. Not even to a one whose job was to talk about people’s private lives.
“He didn’t hurt me… but he, kind of deceived me. Tricked me, you know? How can I trust him? I am afraid he is never going to change. The principles he is living by are so completely different from mine, at least sometimes. I got so angry at him!”

“I am sorry, Harry, but it’s a well known fact about relationship that you can’t really change the other person,” Rasputin said.

Harry sighed deeply: “I guess that might be true. Sometimes I am not sure if I can accept him as he is. I mean, what will we do with the baby? How we will raise him if we can’t agree on anything?”

“You are really worried about your child?” Rasputin inquired concern evident in his light brown eyes.

Harry put his palm over his stomach and rubbed it gently: “I don’t know. I am not sure. I mean, he can be very nice when he wants to be. At least with me and I think with Draco too. But he is treating other people as if they were worth nothing. That’s not what I want to teach my child… it’s just… I got so angry about that stunt he pulled! It was completely unnecessary, you know? Why didn’t he just… oh, forget about it.”

“Harry,” Rasputin spoke up cautiously. “You deserve to be happy and you are not. If you wanted, I could help you. If you wanted to get away from Lucius Malfoy.”

Harry let out a laugh: “Get away! Ha! I don’t think there is anywhere I could hide from him. Not from him. If he wanted, he would find me, like… wherever!
Isn’t it obvious that he always gets what he wants?” And the boy was surprised that he had said it without any resentment or bitterness. He really did not resent those things about his powerful husband. They rather exited him, which was strange of course.

Harry realised that he had already forgiven Lucius… yes, he had gotten angry and had wanted to rant a bit and the Professor was always so understanding, ready to listen and less involved in everything than Ron and Hermione, but…
But he thought that maybe he really shouldn’t try changing his husband, the sneakiness was a part of the package after all, wasn’t it? And maybe he had overreacted a bit.

Maybe he should make Lucius squirm for a bit, to pretend to be angrier than he actually was. Yes, that would be proper punishment.

“Harry, I am so sorry…” Rasputin began.

“Don’t be,” the boy interrupted him. “It’s not that bad. I think I can live with that. With Lucius, I mean.”

“Harry, can I be completely honest with you?”

The boy was startled by older man’s suddenly grave intonation and he nodded.

“Harry, I think you can’t live with that. I think it’s enough and you need more help, I think you have suffered so much that you don’t see when someone is hurting you. I can’t look at it anymore, Harry,” Rasputin really looked as if he was hurting for his student.

“But… but… I am alright…” the boy stuttered. The things Rasputin was saying… this was getting a bit strange and embarrassing. He was not some kind of martyr.

“Harry, you are not alright,” Maxim shook his head. The boy had to understand, had to see and if not… “Harry, you forgave the man who made you to marry him by force, who got you with child by force, who is a selfish, lying, manipulative Dark wizard. He was in the same league with the man who killed your parents, Harry!” Professor’s voice had gotten so loud that Harry had to flinch at his harsh tone.

“It’s not that simple,” he tried to protest.

“It is THAT simple!” Rasputin was almost yelling now.

“But I have feelings for him…” the boy admitted. It was actually the first time he admitted that to another person, but he was starting to feel a bit defensive.

“Feelings? Oh, Harry, you are deluding yourself,” the professor had calmed down and sounded sad. “Your feelings, they are not real…”

The teenager really respected his teacher, but the man obviously was not on his side, he did not understood. Who was he, to tell Harry what he was and was not feeling? Nevertheless, he really didn’t want to fight with the man. Therefore, he got up to leave.
“Listen, Professor, I am getting tired… I think I should go now,” he decided that he had managed that very politely.

“I’m sorry, Harry, but I can’t let you do that,” Rasputin stated in the same eerily calm tone of voice he always used.

“What?” The boy frowned.

“I’m sorry, Harry, but I am going to help you,” the man lifted his wand and the last thing Harry saw was white mist coming from the ring with an amber which Maxim Rasputin was always wearing.

Then everything went black.

TBC


A/N: Attention! A poll – How much vegetable do you think you could get down if they were hand-fed to you by Lucius Malfoy?

But if seriously – thank you for reviews. I am enjoying the very much and I want to know what you think as always.

The chapter is a bit shortish, but I had to end with a cliffie, didn’t I?

Persons

Basil Horton – Quidditch player for the Falmouth Falcons, co-founded Comet Trading Company with Randolph Keitch, co-creator of the Horton-Keitch Braking. Charm(Canon Ch.)

Randolph Keitch – Quidditch player with the Falmouth Falcons, with Basil Horton founded the Comet Trading Company and invented the Horton-Keitch Braking Charm. (Canon Ch.)
Time table

14th of February – Valentine’s day.