A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
47,007
Reviews:
72
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Title: A Civil Union, Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
It was Benjamin's turn to sleep in my bed. He came to bed with his loose pajama bottoms on, and his top unbuttoned, the edges flapping open as he moved, revealing his strong chest. Once in the warmth of the bed, he always took the top off.
If I turned over in the night, seeking comfort and contact, we'd discovered my agitation decreased far more rapidly if I could touch skin. Being able to put my hand on him quickly might also make the difference between me getting rid of the magic with a touch, or setting a pillow or the duvet on fire. I was dressed for bed in my full flannels. Didn't matter if my skin was covered or not.
He took the right side of the bed, the side towards the door, sliding under the thick covers. In case anyone should enter, then Benjamin would be between me and them. With all the wards and seals on the building, I doubted anyone was going to find a way inside the house, let alone the bedroom.
He turned his back to me, and with the ease of what was now years of habit, I moved up to spoon him from behind. I sighed in relief, my hand going to rest on his bare stomach. Tension flowed out of my body along with the excesses I'd accumulated over the day. It all moved from me into the auror in my arms. I snuggled closer and closed my eyes, my breath ruffling his hair as I drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
Benjamin was younger than Roberts or I. Strong and well built, just six feet, light brown skin, amber brown eyes, short brown hair that lay thick and flat to his head. Very soft, clean smelling hair. He'd been a general auror for fifteen years. Now he was my own personal auror. Like my guardian to keep me safe from others, and even more, to keep others safe from me.
He had an unusual talent, he could soak up and digest surplus magic. He was exactly what I needed. What eased my pain and distress invigorated him. An added benefit for him was, he could use the magic he gained from me. Roberts had the same ability. That was the reason they were selected for me. My babysitters. Lucky for all of us, they'd also become friends.
I hadn't liked being dependent on the two of them. I wasn't a man who like casual touching. I learned to take it from my Companions, because if I didn't, I'd have a permanent apartment in Azkaban, and that was worse than snuggling in bed with two other men. Besides, it felt good when the excess magic was drained away. No weight holding my limbs down, no tightness in my chest. I touched one of the aurors, and I could breathe again. So, I adapted.
The day had been awful. Typically, Mondays were my favorite day. Really, they were. A new start for a new week. Possibilities abound. Not this Monday.
My first visitor was the man himself, the 'Boy Who Lived'. He believed I had engineered the marriage thing. He yelled, cursed and threw a tantrum in the outer office, the inner office, the outer office again, then sat, fuming in the inner office and let me try to explain to his outraged face what little I knew.
Roberts coming in to help me explain with his calm competence, was the only reason Potter left half-believing what I said might be true. I gave him my solicitor's card. He threatened to contact the lawyer, eyes on fire with indignation. I encouraged him to do so.
I had forgotten how handsome the boy was. His mussed hair and smoldering green/hazel eyes. His pursed lips, and finely shaped nose. He looked like his mother, and his father. He'd inherited both of their best traits. His skin was clear, he was still too thin, wasn't anyone feeding the child? I wondered what he was doing now that Hogwarts and Voldemort were distant memories. I asked Roberts to find out.
The rest of the day was only a bit better. My solicitor called to ask for permission to discuss my case with one Harry Potter who was in his private waiting room in a state of considerable agitation. I gave my permission, with the caveat Potter sign the confidentiality clause.
The judge who had promised to do what he could on Saturday, called to say he'd done what he could, and that was absolutely nothing. The court order was to remain in force, that despite it's conflicts with the first order. No, I was not permitted to disclose the first order without written authorization from the Council on Wizardry and Witchcraft. No, they did not agree that they should provide me with the authorization. I would have to marry Mr. Potter on December twelfth, sorry old man.
I did manage to close a lucrative deal with Gringotts. The day wasn't a total loss.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
It was Benjamin's turn to sleep in my bed. He came to bed with his loose pajama bottoms on, and his top unbuttoned, the edges flapping open as he moved, revealing his strong chest. Once in the warmth of the bed, he always took the top off.
If I turned over in the night, seeking comfort and contact, we'd discovered my agitation decreased far more rapidly if I could touch skin. Being able to put my hand on him quickly might also make the difference between me getting rid of the magic with a touch, or setting a pillow or the duvet on fire. I was dressed for bed in my full flannels. Didn't matter if my skin was covered or not.
He took the right side of the bed, the side towards the door, sliding under the thick covers. In case anyone should enter, then Benjamin would be between me and them. With all the wards and seals on the building, I doubted anyone was going to find a way inside the house, let alone the bedroom.
He turned his back to me, and with the ease of what was now years of habit, I moved up to spoon him from behind. I sighed in relief, my hand going to rest on his bare stomach. Tension flowed out of my body along with the excesses I'd accumulated over the day. It all moved from me into the auror in my arms. I snuggled closer and closed my eyes, my breath ruffling his hair as I drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
Benjamin was younger than Roberts or I. Strong and well built, just six feet, light brown skin, amber brown eyes, short brown hair that lay thick and flat to his head. Very soft, clean smelling hair. He'd been a general auror for fifteen years. Now he was my own personal auror. Like my guardian to keep me safe from others, and even more, to keep others safe from me.
He had an unusual talent, he could soak up and digest surplus magic. He was exactly what I needed. What eased my pain and distress invigorated him. An added benefit for him was, he could use the magic he gained from me. Roberts had the same ability. That was the reason they were selected for me. My babysitters. Lucky for all of us, they'd also become friends.
I hadn't liked being dependent on the two of them. I wasn't a man who like casual touching. I learned to take it from my Companions, because if I didn't, I'd have a permanent apartment in Azkaban, and that was worse than snuggling in bed with two other men. Besides, it felt good when the excess magic was drained away. No weight holding my limbs down, no tightness in my chest. I touched one of the aurors, and I could breathe again. So, I adapted.
The day had been awful. Typically, Mondays were my favorite day. Really, they were. A new start for a new week. Possibilities abound. Not this Monday.
My first visitor was the man himself, the 'Boy Who Lived'. He believed I had engineered the marriage thing. He yelled, cursed and threw a tantrum in the outer office, the inner office, the outer office again, then sat, fuming in the inner office and let me try to explain to his outraged face what little I knew.
Roberts coming in to help me explain with his calm competence, was the only reason Potter left half-believing what I said might be true. I gave him my solicitor's card. He threatened to contact the lawyer, eyes on fire with indignation. I encouraged him to do so.
I had forgotten how handsome the boy was. His mussed hair and smoldering green/hazel eyes. His pursed lips, and finely shaped nose. He looked like his mother, and his father. He'd inherited both of their best traits. His skin was clear, he was still too thin, wasn't anyone feeding the child? I wondered what he was doing now that Hogwarts and Voldemort were distant memories. I asked Roberts to find out.
The rest of the day was only a bit better. My solicitor called to ask for permission to discuss my case with one Harry Potter who was in his private waiting room in a state of considerable agitation. I gave my permission, with the caveat Potter sign the confidentiality clause.
The judge who had promised to do what he could on Saturday, called to say he'd done what he could, and that was absolutely nothing. The court order was to remain in force, that despite it's conflicts with the first order. No, I was not permitted to disclose the first order without written authorization from the Council on Wizardry and Witchcraft. No, they did not agree that they should provide me with the authorization. I would have to marry Mr. Potter on December twelfth, sorry old man.
I did manage to close a lucrative deal with Gringotts. The day wasn't a total loss.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com