Meet Me Halfway
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult
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9
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22,772
Reviews:
35
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1
Currently Reading:
8
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Chapter III
Disclaimer: See the first chapter. This chapter is betaed by Danyealle. Thanks for her help.
Meet Me Halfway
Chapter III
Five minutes before 1 P.m Harry was already at the restaurant. He actually had arrived about thirty minutes earlier but decided to walk around Diagon Alley to kill time. The glamour he wore makes sure that no one would be able to recognize him. Remus had helped him applying the glamour charm and he was thankful that Remus didn’t ask too many questions. Of course he had to lie to get permission from Sirius to go out. And it was all because one jerk named Lucius Malfoy.
“Right here Sir,” the waiter had stopped in front of the door which led to the private room.
“Thank you,” he managed to reply.
The waiter left and Harry took a deep breath before knocking the door. It was opened and he hesitantly stepped in. Somehow or other, he felt like a sheep who just entered the lion’s den. Lucius Malfoy was already seated at the head of the dining table. His raised an eyebrow when he saw his appearance but nothing more than that. The man was dressed in black suit and vest with a white shirt, looking as formal and, handsome as ever, Harry grudgingly admitted to himself.
“Have a seat Harry,” Lucius ordered coldly.
Before he did so, he took out his wand and pointed it at himself to cancel the glamour charm. “So, why did you ask me to come here?” he asked as soon as he was seated.
“We’re going to have lunch first. After that, you can start your inquisition,” Lucius mocked at the last part of his sentence.
Harry glared at him but to no avail. He was certain that Lucius had become immune to death glares because of the time he had spent as Snake-Face follower.
Lucius took the menu in front of him and gave his order in cold voice. The food appeared in front of him a second later. Grumbling under his breath, Harry followed Lucius’ step. Luckily for him, Sirius had dragged him to French restaurant a few times to enjoy his freedom, so Harry knew what to chose. Really, Lucius was only doing this because he knew it annoyed him. That bastard. He truly wanted to strangle the man to death right now.
“Finally!” he huffed when Lucius put down his glass. The meal he just suffered through must be the must excruciating lunch ever. “Can we get to the topic now?” he asked impatiently. “So, why did you ask me to come here?”
"Such a temper," Lucius drawled. “Really, you should have realized by now that this is the kind of attitude that brought you to the Department of Mysteries and in the debacle that followed that almost lost your life.”
Harry flushed in anger. That topic was a sore point for him and Lucius knew it.
“However,” Lucius continued, “I didn’t come here for that trivial matter. I’ve come to discuss your Occlumency lessons.”
Harry gaped at him. “My Occlumency lessons?” he asked in disbelief. But that was a total failure. If he had succeeded learning Occlumency from Snape, Voldemort wouldn’t be able to send fake vision to him.
“Yes, your Occlumency lessons,” Lucius repeated, sounding as if he was talking to five year old. “Are you truly that slow?”
“But Snape…”
“The capacity of your brain astounds me, really.” The man said icily, drawing another death glare from Harry. “However, you seem to be under impression that Severus is going to be your teacher.”
Harry frowned. “Then who is going to teach me?”
“I am,” Lucius replied smoothly.
“What?” he yelled, shocked. Nothing in the world could have prepared him to hear that Lucius Malfoy, of all people, offering or ordering in this case, to be his Occlumency teacher. There must be a catch. “Why are helping me?” he then asked suspiciously.
“Do not misunderstand my intention. I’m not doing this to help you. With your unprotected mind, the Dark Lord could access it anytime he wishes to, not to mention anyone else who cares to try.”
Now Harry understood. Lucius was doing this to save his own skin. If Voldemort found out that he had helped Harry in the Department of Mysteries, there was no question that the man would be killed, probably the rest of his family as well. He absolutely refused to think about their encounter before.
Lucius took out long velvet box and opened it. Inside, there was a simple white gold bracelet. “This is a portkey that will take you to my townhouse at London. Every week, on Saturday, you will come for your Occlumency lesson.”
“How will I know that you won’t trick me?” he asked.
Lucius smirked cruelly. “Unfortunately, you don’t have a choice here.”
Damn! But he was right. Harry truly didn’t have a choice there. He couldn’t risk another episode like the adventure at the ministry again, endangering his friends’ life in the process. “You’re such an evil bastard,” he snapped angrily.
“Was that a compliment?” The man said with amusement flickering in his eyes.
He let out a long stream of profanities which he sure would make Mrs. Weasley wash his mouth with soap. But, well, she wasn’t here. Not only was he being forced to agree, Lucius now even put the bracelet on his wrist. It was truly disturbing because it reminded him of that night.
However, when Lucius didn’t let go of his hand, he became alarmed. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t that obvious?” Lucius then turned his hand and kissed his palm. “Aside of Occlumency lesson I also expect us to be engaged in certain activity.” There was no mistaking in what Lucius meant by that.
“You must be joking! The last time was because of love potion!”
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you? That is all I need to know.” Lucius had, by then, moved to kiss his neck, causing his breath to hitch at the warm sensation. In the next few minutes, they entered into heavy making out session. And, in the next hour ,they already moved to a bed that Lucius conjured. It was madness actually. He slept with Lucius, willingly this time, only because he had enjoyed the experience. Maybe the stress he he was under from dealing with Voldemort finally affected his brain. Yes, that must be it. There was no other explanation he could come up with for this situation and the way it was affecting him.
“I have to leave now Princess,” Lucius said later, a smirk twitching at the side of his mouth. He was already dressed impeccably as if he didn’t just get out from bed. “We shall see each other again soon.”
Author’s Note:
It has been a long time since the last time I updated this. Anyway have you seen the new pictures from Deathly Hallows movie? There is one picture located in the Malfoy manor with Lucius, Bellatrix, Narcissa, Malfoy and the other Death Eater in the dining room. I like Jason Isaac’s appearance there so that is the reason for the outfit.
Meet Me Halfway
Chapter III
Five minutes before 1 P.m Harry was already at the restaurant. He actually had arrived about thirty minutes earlier but decided to walk around Diagon Alley to kill time. The glamour he wore makes sure that no one would be able to recognize him. Remus had helped him applying the glamour charm and he was thankful that Remus didn’t ask too many questions. Of course he had to lie to get permission from Sirius to go out. And it was all because one jerk named Lucius Malfoy.
“Right here Sir,” the waiter had stopped in front of the door which led to the private room.
“Thank you,” he managed to reply.
The waiter left and Harry took a deep breath before knocking the door. It was opened and he hesitantly stepped in. Somehow or other, he felt like a sheep who just entered the lion’s den. Lucius Malfoy was already seated at the head of the dining table. His raised an eyebrow when he saw his appearance but nothing more than that. The man was dressed in black suit and vest with a white shirt, looking as formal and, handsome as ever, Harry grudgingly admitted to himself.
“Have a seat Harry,” Lucius ordered coldly.
Before he did so, he took out his wand and pointed it at himself to cancel the glamour charm. “So, why did you ask me to come here?” he asked as soon as he was seated.
“We’re going to have lunch first. After that, you can start your inquisition,” Lucius mocked at the last part of his sentence.
Harry glared at him but to no avail. He was certain that Lucius had become immune to death glares because of the time he had spent as Snake-Face follower.
Lucius took the menu in front of him and gave his order in cold voice. The food appeared in front of him a second later. Grumbling under his breath, Harry followed Lucius’ step. Luckily for him, Sirius had dragged him to French restaurant a few times to enjoy his freedom, so Harry knew what to chose. Really, Lucius was only doing this because he knew it annoyed him. That bastard. He truly wanted to strangle the man to death right now.
“Finally!” he huffed when Lucius put down his glass. The meal he just suffered through must be the must excruciating lunch ever. “Can we get to the topic now?” he asked impatiently. “So, why did you ask me to come here?”
"Such a temper," Lucius drawled. “Really, you should have realized by now that this is the kind of attitude that brought you to the Department of Mysteries and in the debacle that followed that almost lost your life.”
Harry flushed in anger. That topic was a sore point for him and Lucius knew it.
“However,” Lucius continued, “I didn’t come here for that trivial matter. I’ve come to discuss your Occlumency lessons.”
Harry gaped at him. “My Occlumency lessons?” he asked in disbelief. But that was a total failure. If he had succeeded learning Occlumency from Snape, Voldemort wouldn’t be able to send fake vision to him.
“Yes, your Occlumency lessons,” Lucius repeated, sounding as if he was talking to five year old. “Are you truly that slow?”
“But Snape…”
“The capacity of your brain astounds me, really.” The man said icily, drawing another death glare from Harry. “However, you seem to be under impression that Severus is going to be your teacher.”
Harry frowned. “Then who is going to teach me?”
“I am,” Lucius replied smoothly.
“What?” he yelled, shocked. Nothing in the world could have prepared him to hear that Lucius Malfoy, of all people, offering or ordering in this case, to be his Occlumency teacher. There must be a catch. “Why are helping me?” he then asked suspiciously.
“Do not misunderstand my intention. I’m not doing this to help you. With your unprotected mind, the Dark Lord could access it anytime he wishes to, not to mention anyone else who cares to try.”
Now Harry understood. Lucius was doing this to save his own skin. If Voldemort found out that he had helped Harry in the Department of Mysteries, there was no question that the man would be killed, probably the rest of his family as well. He absolutely refused to think about their encounter before.
Lucius took out long velvet box and opened it. Inside, there was a simple white gold bracelet. “This is a portkey that will take you to my townhouse at London. Every week, on Saturday, you will come for your Occlumency lesson.”
“How will I know that you won’t trick me?” he asked.
Lucius smirked cruelly. “Unfortunately, you don’t have a choice here.”
Damn! But he was right. Harry truly didn’t have a choice there. He couldn’t risk another episode like the adventure at the ministry again, endangering his friends’ life in the process. “You’re such an evil bastard,” he snapped angrily.
“Was that a compliment?” The man said with amusement flickering in his eyes.
He let out a long stream of profanities which he sure would make Mrs. Weasley wash his mouth with soap. But, well, she wasn’t here. Not only was he being forced to agree, Lucius now even put the bracelet on his wrist. It was truly disturbing because it reminded him of that night.
However, when Lucius didn’t let go of his hand, he became alarmed. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t that obvious?” Lucius then turned his hand and kissed his palm. “Aside of Occlumency lesson I also expect us to be engaged in certain activity.” There was no mistaking in what Lucius meant by that.
“You must be joking! The last time was because of love potion!”
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you? That is all I need to know.” Lucius had, by then, moved to kiss his neck, causing his breath to hitch at the warm sensation. In the next few minutes, they entered into heavy making out session. And, in the next hour ,they already moved to a bed that Lucius conjured. It was madness actually. He slept with Lucius, willingly this time, only because he had enjoyed the experience. Maybe the stress he he was under from dealing with Voldemort finally affected his brain. Yes, that must be it. There was no other explanation he could come up with for this situation and the way it was affecting him.
“I have to leave now Princess,” Lucius said later, a smirk twitching at the side of his mouth. He was already dressed impeccably as if he didn’t just get out from bed. “We shall see each other again soon.”
Author’s Note:
It has been a long time since the last time I updated this. Anyway have you seen the new pictures from Deathly Hallows movie? There is one picture located in the Malfoy manor with Lucius, Bellatrix, Narcissa, Malfoy and the other Death Eater in the dining room. I like Jason Isaac’s appearance there so that is the reason for the outfit.