Harry Potter and the True Story

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Still no sex, sorry. Apparently my objectives have changed, Lucius has to work for what he wants...

Chapter 3

The meeting had been torture. Lucius had chosen to sit beside Harry, and Harry’s concentration was not up to its full potential, being distracted by the blond man beside him. Harry had been eager to make a good impression today and now Lucius’ presence was not even allowing Harry the luxury of comfort. Harry had been surprised at some of the people in the room, Professor Flitwick being one of them. Others included the familiar sour face of the Hogwarts Potions Professor, Severus Snape, Madame Rosemerta of the Three Broomsticks, Hogsmede, Igor Karkaroff the previous Headmaster of Drumstrang, Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian team seeker, Oliver Wood, someone Harry had to do a double take to recognise. The rest of the people in the room were strangers to Harry.

During the four hour meeting Lucius had decided to torture Harry, moving his leg against Harry’s or sitting close to Harry in order to hear him when he spoke. Harry was having trouble keeping his emotions under check and couldn’t wait for the meeting to be finished. It was decided that Harry would go on as if he knew nothing, gathering information at Hogwarts to rely back to them. He would tell no one of his new found information; he would just continue life as he knew it.

As the meeting dissolved Harry wasn’t surprised to hear his name being called. It was Wood. “How’s it going Harry?” Wood asked, big smile gracing his face.

“Brilliant!” Harry replied back. “Quidditch is…well…we got another new captain this year. I don’t know who it’ll be yet.” Harry replied, returning the broad smile Wood was giving him. “So have you been a member long here?” Harry wondered.

“A while, yeah. I’m muggle born you know, but what Tom says makes sense. I never thought I’d say this but Tom Riddle is a hero.” Wood stated. “So uh, you wanna meet up some time?” Wood asked, light blush colouring his cheeks. Harry was shocked! Was Oliver Wood hitting on him? Harry smiled rather slyly back, just quirking the corner of his mouth.

“We’ll see. You can owl me.” Harry said, and with that he walked away, Wood watching him go. Neither of them saw the aristocratic blond glaring at them.

Harry hung around his Grandfathers home for the next week or so. No one seemed to mind, least of all Tom, who seemed glad to be getting to know Harry. Harry talked about Ron and Hermione, their adventures together in school and how loyal they were to him. He really didn’t like lying to his friends, but at the moment it was the best course of action. Lucius Malfoy seemed to spend a lot of time around the place as well, and Harry didn’t know whether this bothered him or not. He eventually decided that he liked the mans company. There were other visitors to the place as well, and Harry soon learned the names of the people in the order. Blaise Zabini’s father was a member, along with minor ministry members, and a woman Harry learned to be Andromeda Tonks. It didn’t take him long to make the connection. She and Lucius didn’t seem to get along at all.

He was also looking forward to his night out with Wood. An owl had arrived a day later inviting Harry to join him for dinner at the local muggle pub for a meal. Harry had waited a day and a half before he replied. Wood had sent details of the date, and Harry had smiled when he got the letter. He needed something to take his mind off of the last few days.

“Will you be coming back tonight after dinner?” Tom asked as he watched Harry stretch his muscles after rising out of his chair. Lucius also kept a keen eye on the lithe body before his eyes. Harry looked wonderful, he was filling out well but he was still going to be slim.

“Sorry, no.” Harry replied, small smile gracing his lips.

“Oh and why not?” tom asked in an amused tone. He already knew the reason why, but he suspected Harry would blush when asked. He was not disappointed.

“I’m um…goingonadate.” Harry said quickly. Lucius, who had been gazing at Harry’s midriff section where a small patch of skin was visible, snapped his eyes up to Harry’s face.

“Who with?” He demanded to know. Tom looked at his good friend. Ever since the death of Lucius father, he and Lucius had been close. He had also noticed the keen eye Lucius was giving to Harry, and he didn’t mind at all.

“Um…” now Harry did blush. Two sets of eyes watched him. “Oliver Wood.” Harry shrugged.

“Did you know about this?” Lucius snapped at Tom. Tom smiled back at Lucius; glad Lucius was going to have a challenge.

“I did actually. Wood asked me if I’d mind.” Tom said.

“He did!” Harry asked. Tom was unsure if Harry was angry or pleased.

“Yes. He didn’t want to offend anyone.” Tom replied, having to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the snort Lucius sounded.

Harry smiled at that. Tom was keen for the boy to be happy and if was with Wood then Tom was happy. “Well, I’m off. I have to get ready you know.” he told them and left waving goodbye.

Lucius spent the next half hour or so pacing round the room, complaining and muttering to himself. Tom watched him for a while, amused at the grown mans antics.

“You like him don’t you.” Tom said, shocking Lucius.

“He’s too young!” Lucius snapped. “Dating at 17!”

Tom smiled. “Lucius, your own son dates.” Lucius apparently ignored that comment. “In fact, I think he and Harry have kept company.”

Lucius whirled around to face Tom. “What?!” he demanded.

Tom shrugged. “It was something Harry said his first night here, about he and Draco being friendlier than anyone thinks.”

Lucius resumed his pacing. “Someone should go with them.” He decided. Tom laughed.

“And cramp their style. That won’t be much fun for either of them.”

“Exactly.” Lucius grey eyes lit up. Tom shook his head.

“They’ll be left in peace for a quiet night. I think Harry deserves it, don’t you.”

Lucius said nothing but stalked from the room, intent on finding Draco and discussing his relations with Harry.

Harry was having a wonderful time. The beer was making his head light, but the big dinner seemed to weigh him down. Oliver was as funny as hell and they sat in the warm evening sunshine listening to a river trickle past. They didn’t get home till late, and Harry got a peck on the cheek from Oliver to thank him for a good night. Smiling, Harry made his way inside the house. His bed was soft and his pillow deep and…Harry soon fell into a deep sleep.

Harry woke to the sound of an impatient own pecking his window. His head felt groggy and his mouth dry. Getting up he looked at the bird and recognised it instantly. It belonged to Draco Malfoy. He smiled, it had been a while since they seen each other…it had been Hogwarts. Harry was a little shocked; he didn’t expect Draco to contact him here.

He tore the letter open and read the contents.

Potter,

I assume you are delighted to hear from me. I am in Southern France having a wonderful holiday, much better than yours I expect (everything I have is better than yours, apart from your scar, but we’ll not go into that now). Yes, there is wine, lies, and debauchery here, you would love it.

I am writing however, to find out what you have done to my father. He hasn’t been this angry at you since you stole the prophecy and got him put into Azkaban. Really Potter, stop rubbing people up the wrong way, especially my father. I am looking forward to getting back to school to rub you up a few ways myself.

I don’t miss you so don’t think I do.

Demanding praise,
Draco.

So Lucius was angry…Harry could live with that. Served him right for teasing him during the meeting last week. Harry didn’t bother replying to Draco, he couldn’t be bothered. He enjoyed irritating the blond to no end, and to be ignored was the ultimate irritation to Draco. Instead he wrote to Oliver, telling him what a good time he had and that he was looking forward to their next date.

When Harry entered his grandfather’s study, Tom was dozing lightly. Harry decided to sit down and wait to be noticed. Tom soon became aware of the presence in the room and opened his heavy eyes. He smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled back.

“Good night?” he wondered.

“It was wonderful thank you.” Harry said, smile playing about his lips. Tom laughed then and Harry joined him.

“Have you eaten?” Tom wondered. Harry shook his head. They ate a late breakfast chatting about nothing in particular.

By dinnertime Harry was beginning to slightly miss Lucius. Tom seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

“Wonder what he’s doing?” Harry wondered aloud.

“Oh off hexing Wood or anyone else who takes a shine to you no doubt?” Tom replied casually. Harry sniggered.

“Why has he become so attached?”

“It was your attraction to him initially, that day of the meeting. He noticed it, and then he played on it. He probably thought about it carefully and decided that he would like a relationship with you. He is possessive is our Lucius.”

“How did you know he was attracted to me?” Harry wondered.

“I could see it.” Tom replied mystically. Harry thought about it. He was attracted to Lucius, more so than he was to Wood. But Lucius wasn’t practical. He was much older for a start, and that would be a hard relationship to maintain. His casual relationship with Draco was hard enough work without his father hitting on him. It was indeed true; both Malfoy’s were definitely high maintenance.

Then again, Harry decided that Lucius would be a wonderfully attentive lover. As usual Harry had a big problem and little help to solve it.

Time was flying past, and already he only had a week before he was due back at Hogwarts. The place he once considered safe. The place he once considered home. Now he was home. Here, where he sat. With his Grandfather. Missing Lucius Malfoy and his arrogant presence. He found himself not wanting to go back to Hogwarts.