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To Love a Malfoy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
24,947
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
4
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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
Chapter 3
“HARRY!” screeched Hermione, jumping up and running over to hug him. “Where have you been? We have been so worried!”
Harry had just walked in the back door leading into the
Kitchen at the Burrow. His friends had been sitting at
the table all night discussing plans on how to gain access
to Malfoy Manor, so they could rescue Harry from Malfoy’s clutches.
“Oh, Harry, you look awful!” offered Luna, who was sitting in Neville‘s lap. “Did you know that Neville proposed to me last night? Isn’t it wonderful! Daddy is so happy for us. He can’t wait until his grandchildren are born so that when they are old enough to go on vacation with him, they can help him continue
his search for the elusive Crumpled-horned Snorkack!”
Neville gave Harry an apologetic smile saying, “We looked everywhere for you at the Ministry but it was like you had just disappeared into thin air.”
“Yea, Mum has been throwing a right fit wondering what happened to you. I thought she was going to pop a blood vessel carrying on the way she was!” said a relieved Ron that his best friend had returned safely.
Harry just stood silently in the middle of the Kitchen listening to them tell him what had been happening since he had vanished from the Ball. Hermione noticed something was wrong and quietly beckoned Ron over so that she could whisper in his ear, “Ron, something isn‘t right, we should get Harry upstairs so we can talk in private.”
Ron nodded his head and taking Harry by the arm gently led him towards the stairs, “Come on mate, let’s get upstairs so you can have some rest, you look like you need it.”
Offering no resistance, a physically and mentally exhausted Harry let Ron and Hermione guide him to the Bedroom. When they got there, Ron helped Harry lie down on the bed and pulled his shoes off then covered him with a blanket. Then they both went and sat down at the desk in the corner of the room while Harry rested. After he had fallen asleep, Hermione went over to check on her friend and noticed bruising on his face and neck.
“Ronald!” she whispered in agitation, “Come over here quick!”
Seeing his girlfriend’s distraught face, Ron immediately rushed over to stand beside Mione and looked down at Harry’s sleeping form. “What the bloody hell!” he nearly shouted, but it was muffled by Hermione’s hand that had covered his mouth in time so he wouldn’t wake Harry.
“Poor Harry!” cried Hermione, “What do you think Malfoy did to him?”
Ron was seething inside with a burning rage against the man who had dared to hurt his best friend whom he considered an adopted brother. “I’ll bloody kill him, I will!” swore Ron.
“You’ll do no such thing, Ronald Weasley, or you’ll be sent to Azkaban!” whispered Hermione.
They went back over to sit down and began quietly talking.
“We’ll just have to wait for Harry to wake up, and see if he wants to tell us what happened. You know he’s a very private person Ron, but when Harry is ready to talk we will be there for him.” stated Hermione firmly.
Ron nodded his head and glanced over in Harry’s direction. “It looks like he’ll be asleep for awhile so why don’t we go back downstairs. Mum should be back from Diagon Alley soon and I want to catch her before she charges in here to see Harry.”
“Good idea!” replied Hermione.
They both stood up and together walked back over to check on Harry one last time. Before leaving, Hermione leaned over and gently kissed his forehead then they walked out of the room closing the door behind them.
‘At Malfoy Manor’
“LUCIUS MALFOY! LUCIUS! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! ANSWER ME MAN!” demanded an irritated Severus Snape stalking into the front entry hall of Malfoy Manor.
The former Hogwarts Potions Master now Headmaster was wearing his trademark black robes and they were billowing around his tall slim frame as he walked along the marble floor towards the bottom of the grand staircase.
“LUCIUS! GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!” roared Severus.
Severus could hear what sounded like something being thrown against a wall and shattering then a door banging open and footsteps approaching. He stood waiting for his old friend to make his grand appearance at the top of the stairs.
Standing at the top of the staircase, Lucius stood looking down upon Severus and with his eyebrow raised unusually high, even for him, he drawled, “Severus what a surprise to see you here so early in the morning and to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Severus glared up at him and replied back sharply, “Cut the crap Lucius! Does the name Harry James Potter ring a bell to you? Hmm! Does it sound familiar? He amazingly disappeared without a trace from the Ministry Ball last night and nobody seemed able to find him. Everyone was in a state of panic, especially his friends, that an ex-Death Eater out for revenge might have kidnapped him. Oh, let’s not forget that others even had the audacity to believe that The Dark Lord himself had returned to seek his vengeance!”
Lucius just stood still for a moment staring down at Severus and then proceeded to walk elegantly down them to finally join him at the bottom.
“Whatever could you mean Severus? I haven’t laid eyes on young Mr. Potter since last evening at the Ministry Ball.” Lucius calmly replied.
They walked together towards the Library and took their favorite seats. While Lucius sat relaxing in his chair and sipping on a coffee his house elf had handed him, Severus looked at him and said in an angry voice “Don’t take me for a fool, Lucius! Everyone saw you both together, dancing so intimately, and it was rumored the two of you even kissed!” he hissed. “What in the name of Merlin where you thinking!”
Lucius just stared back at Severus and with a steel look in his gray eyes he replied, “I don’t know what you are
implying Severus, but if you are even suggesting that I had anything to do with Mr. Potter’s disappearance, then you are sadly mistaken.”
“Oh no, Lucius! Do not think you can lie to me! You know that I could always use Legilimency on you! After all these years, do you really think you can deceive me! Now, tell me the truth!” Severus demanded angrily.
Lucius put his coffee down on the small table beside his chair and leaned back making himself comfortable. “You had better relax yourself, my friend, this is a long story and I don‘t think you will like it.” Then crossing his fingers together under his chin, he began to tell Severus what had happened. By the time Lucius had finished, Severus was seething with barely controlled rage.
“YOU IMBECILE! Whatever possessed you! MERLIN’S BEARD!” Severus yelled. “If the Wizarding World sends you to Azkaban for this, you should consider yourself extremely lucky. Otherwise, you better go into hiding before the entire remaining Weasley clan begin to hunt you down and then I pity you should Molly get a hold of your sorry hide!”
Lucius just continued sitting in his chair listening to Severus rant on at him. When Severus was finished, Lucius stood up and spoke, “Then I guess we will have to wait and see what happens, won’t we?” he walked towards the door and then turned around and said to a now suddenly quiet Severus, “If you did use Legilimence on me, than you would find out just how truly sorry I am for my actions last night!” Severus watched him as he walked out of the room and closed the door.
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Harry was dreaming a terrible nightmare and woke himself up just in time to stop from screaming out loud. He sat up in his bed at the Burrow, sweat was pouring off his skin. He climbed out of the bed, wincing from the pain in his lower half, and walked into the bathroom he shared with Ron. He started running the bath water and while he was waiting for it to fill the tub, he walked over to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.
“What happened to you dearie? You look like you got in a fight with a Hippogriff and lost!” spoke the magical mirror above the sink.
Harry squinted at himself in the foggy mirror and saw the reflection of his face looking back at him. It was black and blue, along with his neck and he knew there would be bruises on other parts of his body. He was glad Ron and Mione didn’t seem to notice the bruising. He wasn’t in the mood right now to explain to them what had happened. That would come later but right now he just needed to think about things. After his bath, he would use a strong glamour to cover them up to avoid any concerned questions.
Walking back to the tub, he gratefully sank down into the
warmth of the water and proceeded to scrub his body clean until his skin was raw and it burned red from the rough scrubbing then he washed his hair. When Harry was done, he just sat in the water with tears flowing down his bruised face until the water turned icy cold.
TBC
“HARRY!” screeched Hermione, jumping up and running over to hug him. “Where have you been? We have been so worried!”
Harry had just walked in the back door leading into the
Kitchen at the Burrow. His friends had been sitting at
the table all night discussing plans on how to gain access
to Malfoy Manor, so they could rescue Harry from Malfoy’s clutches.
“Oh, Harry, you look awful!” offered Luna, who was sitting in Neville‘s lap. “Did you know that Neville proposed to me last night? Isn’t it wonderful! Daddy is so happy for us. He can’t wait until his grandchildren are born so that when they are old enough to go on vacation with him, they can help him continue
his search for the elusive Crumpled-horned Snorkack!”
Neville gave Harry an apologetic smile saying, “We looked everywhere for you at the Ministry but it was like you had just disappeared into thin air.”
“Yea, Mum has been throwing a right fit wondering what happened to you. I thought she was going to pop a blood vessel carrying on the way she was!” said a relieved Ron that his best friend had returned safely.
Harry just stood silently in the middle of the Kitchen listening to them tell him what had been happening since he had vanished from the Ball. Hermione noticed something was wrong and quietly beckoned Ron over so that she could whisper in his ear, “Ron, something isn‘t right, we should get Harry upstairs so we can talk in private.”
Ron nodded his head and taking Harry by the arm gently led him towards the stairs, “Come on mate, let’s get upstairs so you can have some rest, you look like you need it.”
Offering no resistance, a physically and mentally exhausted Harry let Ron and Hermione guide him to the Bedroom. When they got there, Ron helped Harry lie down on the bed and pulled his shoes off then covered him with a blanket. Then they both went and sat down at the desk in the corner of the room while Harry rested. After he had fallen asleep, Hermione went over to check on her friend and noticed bruising on his face and neck.
“Ronald!” she whispered in agitation, “Come over here quick!”
Seeing his girlfriend’s distraught face, Ron immediately rushed over to stand beside Mione and looked down at Harry’s sleeping form. “What the bloody hell!” he nearly shouted, but it was muffled by Hermione’s hand that had covered his mouth in time so he wouldn’t wake Harry.
“Poor Harry!” cried Hermione, “What do you think Malfoy did to him?”
Ron was seething inside with a burning rage against the man who had dared to hurt his best friend whom he considered an adopted brother. “I’ll bloody kill him, I will!” swore Ron.
“You’ll do no such thing, Ronald Weasley, or you’ll be sent to Azkaban!” whispered Hermione.
They went back over to sit down and began quietly talking.
“We’ll just have to wait for Harry to wake up, and see if he wants to tell us what happened. You know he’s a very private person Ron, but when Harry is ready to talk we will be there for him.” stated Hermione firmly.
Ron nodded his head and glanced over in Harry’s direction. “It looks like he’ll be asleep for awhile so why don’t we go back downstairs. Mum should be back from Diagon Alley soon and I want to catch her before she charges in here to see Harry.”
“Good idea!” replied Hermione.
They both stood up and together walked back over to check on Harry one last time. Before leaving, Hermione leaned over and gently kissed his forehead then they walked out of the room closing the door behind them.
‘At Malfoy Manor’
“LUCIUS MALFOY! LUCIUS! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! ANSWER ME MAN!” demanded an irritated Severus Snape stalking into the front entry hall of Malfoy Manor.
The former Hogwarts Potions Master now Headmaster was wearing his trademark black robes and they were billowing around his tall slim frame as he walked along the marble floor towards the bottom of the grand staircase.
“LUCIUS! GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!” roared Severus.
Severus could hear what sounded like something being thrown against a wall and shattering then a door banging open and footsteps approaching. He stood waiting for his old friend to make his grand appearance at the top of the stairs.
Standing at the top of the staircase, Lucius stood looking down upon Severus and with his eyebrow raised unusually high, even for him, he drawled, “Severus what a surprise to see you here so early in the morning and to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Severus glared up at him and replied back sharply, “Cut the crap Lucius! Does the name Harry James Potter ring a bell to you? Hmm! Does it sound familiar? He amazingly disappeared without a trace from the Ministry Ball last night and nobody seemed able to find him. Everyone was in a state of panic, especially his friends, that an ex-Death Eater out for revenge might have kidnapped him. Oh, let’s not forget that others even had the audacity to believe that The Dark Lord himself had returned to seek his vengeance!”
Lucius just stood still for a moment staring down at Severus and then proceeded to walk elegantly down them to finally join him at the bottom.
“Whatever could you mean Severus? I haven’t laid eyes on young Mr. Potter since last evening at the Ministry Ball.” Lucius calmly replied.
They walked together towards the Library and took their favorite seats. While Lucius sat relaxing in his chair and sipping on a coffee his house elf had handed him, Severus looked at him and said in an angry voice “Don’t take me for a fool, Lucius! Everyone saw you both together, dancing so intimately, and it was rumored the two of you even kissed!” he hissed. “What in the name of Merlin where you thinking!”
Lucius just stared back at Severus and with a steel look in his gray eyes he replied, “I don’t know what you are
implying Severus, but if you are even suggesting that I had anything to do with Mr. Potter’s disappearance, then you are sadly mistaken.”
“Oh no, Lucius! Do not think you can lie to me! You know that I could always use Legilimency on you! After all these years, do you really think you can deceive me! Now, tell me the truth!” Severus demanded angrily.
Lucius put his coffee down on the small table beside his chair and leaned back making himself comfortable. “You had better relax yourself, my friend, this is a long story and I don‘t think you will like it.” Then crossing his fingers together under his chin, he began to tell Severus what had happened. By the time Lucius had finished, Severus was seething with barely controlled rage.
“YOU IMBECILE! Whatever possessed you! MERLIN’S BEARD!” Severus yelled. “If the Wizarding World sends you to Azkaban for this, you should consider yourself extremely lucky. Otherwise, you better go into hiding before the entire remaining Weasley clan begin to hunt you down and then I pity you should Molly get a hold of your sorry hide!”
Lucius just continued sitting in his chair listening to Severus rant on at him. When Severus was finished, Lucius stood up and spoke, “Then I guess we will have to wait and see what happens, won’t we?” he walked towards the door and then turned around and said to a now suddenly quiet Severus, “If you did use Legilimence on me, than you would find out just how truly sorry I am for my actions last night!” Severus watched him as he walked out of the room and closed the door.
***************************
Harry was dreaming a terrible nightmare and woke himself up just in time to stop from screaming out loud. He sat up in his bed at the Burrow, sweat was pouring off his skin. He climbed out of the bed, wincing from the pain in his lower half, and walked into the bathroom he shared with Ron. He started running the bath water and while he was waiting for it to fill the tub, he walked over to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.
“What happened to you dearie? You look like you got in a fight with a Hippogriff and lost!” spoke the magical mirror above the sink.
Harry squinted at himself in the foggy mirror and saw the reflection of his face looking back at him. It was black and blue, along with his neck and he knew there would be bruises on other parts of his body. He was glad Ron and Mione didn’t seem to notice the bruising. He wasn’t in the mood right now to explain to them what had happened. That would come later but right now he just needed to think about things. After his bath, he would use a strong glamour to cover them up to avoid any concerned questions.
Walking back to the tub, he gratefully sank down into the
warmth of the water and proceeded to scrub his body clean until his skin was raw and it burned red from the rough scrubbing then he washed his hair. When Harry was done, he just sat in the water with tears flowing down his bruised face until the water turned icy cold.
TBC