Sing for Me, Cry for Me

2. Another Malfoy.

Disclaimer: not mine; all the characters belong to jkrowling


Lucius Malfoy was walking towards Snape’s personal quarters when he distinctly heard that the room that was supposed to be Potions classroom was emanating the most beautiful sounds. He was more than intrigued as to who had such a magnificent voice. Voice that stopped him in his tracks, called him, lured him, made him mad with desire, the voice that made his insides boil and burn with fire of passion and lust, the voice that called to his senses of a veela. He had to find whom this voice belonged to.

As a part veela Lucius was destined to meet his mate and it was always by the sound of his voice that a part male veela distinguished his true mate and the love of all his life through the crowd and through years. It could be a softly spoken word, or a cry, a command or a song, anything at all but always passionate and sincere. And from what he could here (his senses where now heightened so that he could here even small sighs) this voice was the voice of his own mate.

When a child as a part of his education at home he read lots of books on the history of his family and he remembered reading sort of a prophecy concerning his true mate…

…in the middle of your life a young in age but old inside will bind you with his voice of lark after many years of dark will pass and light will come to shine at last…

Every member of the Malfoy family had a similar prophecy concerning their mates whether true or false no one really cared at least not Lucius. Such family stories and prophecies made up huge books, which were sure to keep up the prestige of the line.
Though he married in a young age he knew perfectly well that his wife wasn’t his true mate and her voice was a number one give away. She could no more enchant someone with her voice than a fish could speak. That’s why most of the time she kept her mouth shut presenting her beauty and wealth as her main and only trump-card which at the time was enough for Lucius though he didn’t have much say in it.

The only reason he did marry her and not wait for his truest love (not that he believed up to this moment that some ridiculous prophecy or true love could be true) was the persistent buggering of his father about the preservation of a pure bloodline of the Malfoy family and that marriage with Narsicca would be very beneficial and would surely produce a future heir to the family. So Lucius complied with his father’s wishes and married the woman, with whom he had nothing in common, not even a bedroom. They stopped sleeping together right after they were sure that the future heir was conceived (Narcissa had problems with fertility so that they had to resort to using several fertility potions) and never bothered each other since.

But it wasn’t always that a part veela found his mate especially in such an age and there was only one way to find out if it was a true mate or just a moment’s lust. It should be said that it was a rather painful way if the mate under consideration wasn’t aware of what he was going to be put through.

And so Lucius pushed open the door still enchanted by the voice and froze on the spot. There in the middle of the room on his knees was sitting a figure with painfully familiar messy raven-black hair apparently scrubbing something and singing a song bewitching Lucius and all around. The view from behind was perfect and Lucius licked his lips in anticipation. There was only one thing that nagged him that the person who was affecting him in such a way was none other that the Boy-Who-Lived-God-Knows-How-Many-Times-Harry-Potter.

“Well,” thought Lucius, “I’ll find out soon enough if he’s indeed the only one for me or not. Though I won’t conceal it’s rather surprising. How come I never noticed anything before?” He let himself linger against the wall appreciating the view of his soon-to-be mate and after a moment’s consideration thought that maybe it wasn’t so unexpected after all. Granted, they haven’t met too often, but when they did meet there were always electrical sparks flying around in the air. There was always a sort of intensity between them that couldn’t be coming just from hatred and maybe indeed they were destined for each other. Now that the boy turned into a man (and a fuckingly handsome man according to Draco) and what with Voldemort gone for good at the hands of the very same young man who was currently crouching on the floor doing house-elf’s work there was a chance for them to be together.

Not that Lucius needed anyone’s permission. If Potter was his mate he would take him and own him without backward glance and no one and nothing would be able to stop him not even the aforementioned boy. Because what was destined to be Lucius Malfoy’s would be his whatever the cost. And the body and the voice in front of him were more than worth anything a Malfoy could give. Now while going through the changes in the physics of the boy of what he could see Lucius remembered his son’s letters which were all about how he would get Potter and it definitely wasn’t about Quidditch anymore. Draco was obsessed with Potter and Lucius could see why. But if Potter was his mate than Draco would have to step aside. Not that his son was stupid enough to stand in his father’s way.

Lucius backed off the wall and made his way towards the kneeling figure songs still filling the air. He took his serpent cane and slightly traced the line of the spine on the boy’s back, sliding the cane down to Harry’s ass.

Harry immediately froze paralyzed by the sudden and not so innocent touch but didn’t move. Song died on his lips. “What the fuck” he thought. “I’m not mental and I can swear that just now someone slid something akin to a cane with intricate curves down my spine and stopped right at my…Oh God no.” The realization of where exactly the cane was situated made him whirl around violently sending the cauldron he was scrubbing falling down with a deafening clutter on the stone floor of the dungeon.

And when he did turn around he wished he hadn’t. He wasn’t ready to face yet another Malfoy today. And he briefly wondered what kind of sick jokes his destiny was playing with him. He was serving a detention because Draco Malfoy couldn’t keep his hands and mouth to himself and now his was facing Lucius Malfoy who was obviously having the similar thoughts his son liked to entertain towards Harry, if his face was any indication of his true intentions. And Harry knew this look only too well.

He always thought that the changes that happened to him during the summer before his seventh year were positive and extremely welcomed. He grew up considerably and didn’t look underfed anymore due to spending the whole summer with his godfather and his friends after the very fortunate defeat of Voldemort. His shining jet-black hair was a bit more tame now which helped a lot in styling it so that it no longer was unmanageable. He didn’t wear glasses anymore and his emerald green eyes captivated anyone who looked deep into them. And as to his body due to several years of Quidditch and working-out regime during summer it was a perfect as it only could be. Even spacious school robes couldn’t hide the god inside of them. And Harry really liked how he looked.

But it became quite a problem when he returned to Hogwarts which was filled with hormone driven youth who wanted nothing more than to have a bite from the gorgeous Boy-Who-Lived. At first Harry was glad that the general attention of public turned from the fact that he defeated the most evil dark wizard of the century to his body though he still didn’t need any of attention that was bestowed upon him. But soon he started wishing that he never changed and stayed bespectacled, underfed orphaned boy-who-lived.

And that was when he bitterly understood that no one ever would like him, the real him. The real Harry, just Harry. The boy who liked to sing and who waited for someone special to love and to be loved by in return. So once during breakfast after innumerous proposals for a night of great shagging he announced that he was already engaged to a muggle girl and was extremely happy about it. And if he thought that it would discourage the boy-who-lived-lust population he was very much mistaken. He was still followed after, looked at, drooled over and groped by.

And the current situation he found himself in was far from easy not to mention that it wasn’t a schoolmate but a fully trained wizard in front of him. A dark wizard. A very powerful dark wizard. A wizard with no scruples whatsoever. A wizard who wouldn’t stop at anything and now the only thing that separated him from Harry was thin air. So thinking quickly Harry sprang back so that now at least a desk was between him and Lucius Malfoy.

Meanwhile Lucius Malfoy was amusedly watching as Harry was frantically putting more and more space between them as the realization and comprehension along with increasing sense of terror was showing on his beautifully distraught face.

And then he spoke still amused and fully enjoying himself as well as the picture of Harry biting his lower lip making it swell in the most alluring way.

“Mr. Potter I don’t think there’s any use in frantically running around the classroom” he said in a silky voice that touched Harry’s skin and made him shiver and stutter.

“Mr. M-Malfoy” said Harry cursing his voice for being so weak, “What are you doing here?”

“My, Harry, you’ve got the most beautiful voice”, he smiled like a predator enjoying the effect he was having on his victim, “Maybe you’d rather sing for me. I definitely enjoyed the past experience and I don’t mind to hear more of you. I have all night.” he smirked as Harry paled “ Especially for such a delightful company as yours.”

“Mr. Malfoy I don’t know what you have in mind” (don’t you? Asked his inner voice as well as Lucius Malfoy’s face) “But I’m serving a detention here and I still have a lot of work to do so if you don’t mind…” Harry helplessly indicated towards the door.

“Oh, but I do mind Harry. Because I already planned wonderful things I would rather do in that room and all of them require your assistance.”

Harry gulped watching as a trapped animal Lucius approaching. He backed away still further.

“Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, is this some kind of a Malfoy code thing. A paragraph somewhere after becoming a Death Eater and serving a Dark Lord which says to get your hands on Harry Potter and desirably in one day?”

Lucius Malfoy laughed out loud.

“So, my son hasn’t given up yet? Well, that doesn’t surprise me. He’s a Malfoy after all.”

“It’s because of your precious son that I’m serving this detention right now!” yelled Harry no more restraining himself and inadvertently coming closer to where Lucius was. He threw him a defiant look and asked:

“Don’t you think that one Malfoy harassing me through the day isn’t enough?”

Lucius taking in the entire situation and making a grab for Harry’s shoulders leaned in to cover the rest of the distance between them and purring “I really don’t know Harry. Shall we find out?” kissed him with the possessiveness and ferocity that only a starving for its mate veela could kiss.