The Pursuit of Happiness

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::The Pursuit of Happiness- Handling a Malfoy::

Severus walked into the lavishly decorated bedroom and growled. The dark shape under the covers of the four-poster bed shifted and settled back into a more comfortable position. "Lucius Malfoy, wake up and talk to me this instant!" Severus stomped over to Lucius' bed and pulled the covers from the sleeping man's form.

"Bloody hell... Cissy?" Lucius pushed himself up on his forearms and whipped his head around so he could see who was attacking him so early in the morning. "Sev? What are you doing in my bedchamber at this time of the morning?" "I'v"I've come for a fuck, Lucius." Severus growled, as he pulled the disheveled man up by his long blonde hair. "Why do you think I'm here?"

"Is this about..." Lucius gulped quietly and looked his oldest friend up and down, gauging his anger. "...Draco?"

Severus nodded slowly and pulled the man closer, gripping Lucius' hair tighter. "Very good. Now, tell me what you've done." Severus moved in toward the blonde and climbed up on the bed, until he was straddling the other man's legs.

Lucius was usually quite reserved and sure of his own ability to buy his way out of harm’s way, but judging by the way that Severus was glaring at him, he was a dead man unless he told the complete truth. “I let a very prominent wizard and good friend curse him.” Lucius saw the way that Severus’ jaw tightened and he added hastily, “I was going to take it off.”

Severus pushed the other man on his back and leaned over him dangerously. “When were you planning on doing that, Lucius? Were you going to take care of that when Draco actually died?” Severus saw the way that Lucius shivered and he smiled. “You’re afraid of what I’m about to do to you. Aren’t you, old friend?”

Lucius took a shuddering breath and stilled completely when he felt Severus pet his chest; light caresses drawing patterns on his smooth pale skin. “Severus…”

Severus bent down and stopped a hairs breadth away from Lucius’ face. “Don’t be afraid, yet. You should start to fear, only if my godson dies. I will maim you with my bare hands and then… Then, I’ll really hurt you.”

“Se… Sev…verus…” Lucius stuttered and sighed, shifting underneath the blankets. “You’re excited?” He choked out in a bare whisper.

It was true. Severus was aroused, but it had nothing to do with Lucius… Well, it kind of had ‘something’ to do with Lucius. The blonde aristocrat was an asshole, but he was gorgeous and acting gloriously submissive. That, on top of the fact that Severus’ temper was running rampant, was reason enough for little Sev to be up and raring to go. Severus leaned into Lucius’ ear and brushed his lips against the shell, causing the other man to shiver and gasp. “Trust me, Lucius. It has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with me wanting to kill you slowly and painfully.”

Lucius shivered, because he knew that Severus could deliver slow and painful just as well as he could... maybe even better.

"Why didn't you aid your son earlier, Lucius? Better yet... Why did you hurt him in the first place?" Severus pressed the other man into the mattress and growled deep in his throat. "Do I need to put you to the question(1)?"

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Hermione sat there taking it all in. She looked as if she was ready to be quizzed and suddenly Harry felt like he wanted to throttle her. “What do you think I should do, Hermione?”

“Well…” She looked at Harry thoughtfully and then shook her head. “… I suppose you should save his life and then sleep with him.”

“Hermione!” Harry was shocked at Hermione’s dark sense of humor.

The girl shrugged and sighed. “What did you want to hear, Harry? You could sleep with him beforehand, but you may not have as much fun as when he’s no longer ill.” Hermione smirked at the wild look on her friend’s face. “Don’t tell me that you don’t want him Harry. The whole time you told me about your encounter… your very detailed version of the story, mind you… you had this look of sexual satisfaction all over your face.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not even sure what my look of sexual satisfaction looks like. How would you know it if you saw it?”

Hermione grinned widely. “You look like Ron does, except not as stupid.”

Harry nodded and sighed, dejectedly. “Now I’ll never be able to look at Ron again, without wondering if the stupid look on his face is due to sex.”

Hermione chuckled, as she stood up and gathered her books. “I need to get to class. Will you be all right without me accompanying you to see Draco?”

Harry smirked and nodded. “I haven’t seen him since yesterday. I saw Pomfrey this morning and she said that she stayed up nig night, reading to him. She had hoped it would calm his nerves, if he heard some Fairy Tales.” Harry shook his head. “I should have gone in this morning. He seems more comfortable around me, than Madame Pomfrey.”

Hermione shook her head and patted Harry’s arm. “Don’t let it bother you, Harry. I went in to see Draco before breakfast…” Hermione smirked over the look that got her. “Didn’t I tell you about that? Anyway, Draco seemed to be feeling pretty good, considering everything. We went through some books, searching out exactly what curse was put on him. We seemed to be getting close.”

Harry shrugged, with a sigh. “I’ve been reading quite a few Dark Arts books, looking for the curse and anti-curse. I’ve come up with nothing, so far. At least, you felt like you were getting somewhere.”

Hermione smiled at her friend. “Draco will be okay, Harry. As long as he has someone as strong as you backing him up… he’ll be all right.”

“Strong?” Harry sat back and stared at the ceiling. He certainly didn’t feel strong.

Hermione shook her head, her long wavy hair swaying back and forth across her back. “See you later, Harry. You should probably get going, too.” With that, Hermione headed out of the Gryffindor wing and started toward her class.

Harry laid on the couch for a few more moments, before getting up and going to the infirmary. When he got there he went inside and was greeted by… no one. “Draco?”

“Ahh… Mr. Potter.” A silky voice addressed Harry from behind a curtain. “I see that you already heard the news?”

Harry walked around the curtain and groaned, inwardly. Lucius Malfoy sat there, arms crossed across his chest, and ‘evil bastard’ grin spread across his face. "Where's Draco?" Harry asked in a snarl.

"Draconian is gone, Mr. Potter. He was discharged a few moments ago, then he promptly left to relieve his bladder." Lucius' face fell slightly and he shook his long blonde mane. "He's going to be alright, so don't worry yourself over mattmatter. I've heard that you came to visit my son and... that really wasn't necessary. Everything is and was under control. Now, you may leave."

"No, Lucius, you may leave." Severus walked into the room and motioned for the elder Malfoy to come with him. "We still have much to discuss."

Lucius stood up hastily, and attempted to dust off his pristine robes. "Very well." Lucius nodded at Harry and scowled. "Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Malfoy." Harry returned the scowl and took a seat in the chair that Lucius had left unoccupied. Harry couldn't help but notice that Lucius walked with a slight limp, as he made his way to and out the door.

"I hope my father didn't prick your nerves that bad, Potter." Draco stepped out from behind a curtain and smirked at the Gryffindor. “You look like you could kill.”

Harry gave Draco a weak smile and ignored what he had just said. “You seem well.”

“I am.” Draco strode over to his old hospital bed and sat at the foot of it, looking straight at Harry as he did so. “So, you told Sev about my situation?”

Harry looked down at his feet and nodded. “He wanted to know how he could help.”

“He wants to adopt me.” Draco stated in an emotionless way. “I’ll be eighteen in a year and through with school in less than a year. Plus, Draconian Snape justsn’tsn’t sound all that good.”

Harry chuckled at Draco’s joke. To Harry, having someone want to adopt you was a wonderful thing, but he could also see why Draco was uneasy about the idea. “You still love Narcissa.”

Draco pulled a face and sighed. “She’s my mother. Of course, I love her.” Draco rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching out his back. “I love my father too… even if I would like to pull his entrails out of his nose and choke him with them.”

Harry’s eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped.

Draco looked over at Harry and sighed. “Yes, I suppose you are right. I hate the man with every passionate fiber of my being. I want to make him suffer just as much as he has made me suffer.” Draco smirked and shot Harry a wicked grin. “I have the perfect way to do that, too, and you can help.”

Harry didn’t like the way that Draco was looking at him. Suddenly, he felt very naked and quiet adolescent. “What are you planning?”

Draco took a step toward Harry and went down on his knees, until he was kneeling at the other boy’s feet. “Well, I plan on pissing him off, mainly, since I can’t really kill the man.”

Harry nodded, dumbly. “What does that have to do with me?”

Draco slid his right hand up the side of Harry’s blue jean covered thigh and smirked at the way it caused the Gryffindor to catch breabreath. He then slid the hand over the top of Harry’s leg and down the inseam of his pants, stroking the bulge that was growing there. “Who does my father hate most in the world?”

Harry’s eyes lit up in recognition. “You want to use me to get back at your father?”

Draco shrugged, as he pet Harry’s erection almost thoughtfully. “Now, that makes it sound a lot worse than it is.” Draco squeezed Harry’s hard on and smirked at the way Harry threw his head back and gasped. “I should start over.” Draco started unhurriedly, because Salazar knew that Harry could be slow on the uptake. “Harry… I like you.”

Harry moaned. Draco had said his name. Godric, that sounded sexy.

Draco pushed himself up from the ground and straddled Harry’s thighs. He pushed his cloth-covered erection into Harry’s and grunted, happily. “Obviously, I like you a lot.”

Harry grabbed a hold of Draco’s hips and pulled him forward, gasping as he did so. “Obviously.” He grunted.

“Smart ass.” Draco ground himself into the lap of the other boy and yelped when he felt Harry squeeze his ass. “Dear gods!”

“When diu stu start liking me?” Harry asked, as he dropped his head on Draco’s shoulder and sighed, pumping his hips up to meet Draco.

“I stopped hating you in fifth year.” Draco groaned when Harry slid his hands down the back of his boxers and started to knead his ass. “I started liking you when I found out that you had carried me to the infirmary.”

Harry ran a finger down Draco’s cleft and sighed when the other boy started pumping into him, with earnest. “In all honesty, Severus was the one that carried you. I just came along to se if you had died or not.”

Draco pushed himself onto Harry’s erection and gyrated his hips in a way that left both of the boys breathless. “And… I just… want to … fuck… you to… piss off… daddy.” Draco gasped and threw his head back. “Who fucking cares about semantics?”

Harry held Draco’s hips still and made the boy look him straight in the eye. “I do.” Harry was flushed, aroused, and more than a little bit tired of games.

Draco wanted a lot of things, but at that moment he wanted nothing more than for Harrybe obe on the hospital bed and inside of him. “Harry, I want…”

“Harry, why aren’t you in class?” The voice of the mediwitch rang through the infirmary and froze the boy’s in place. “I hear you breathing Mr. Malfoy. You are alive and that is all well and good, but I refuse to let you gad about the school until I run some tests.”

Draco got up from his position across Harry’s thighs and gulped. He looked around the curtain and saw that Madame Pomfrey’s back was turned, and she was mixing up some concoction that he was surely going to have to drink. He’d do just about anything to appease the old woman, at the moment. Draco looked around for a pair of pants and came up short. He settled with tying a sheet around his waist. “I think you should go to class, now, Harry. We’ll talk later.”

y noy nodded and looked around the curtain to see if Pomfrey was watching. When he had assessed the situation and decided it safe, he stood up and pulled Draco into a mind-numbing kiss. Draco gasped, giving him access to that wonderful mouth of his. Harry mapped it out with his tongue, searching for the places that made Draco gasp and shiver.

When Harry had pulled back, Draco felt a little bit faint. He tried not to show weakness, but considering that Harry had sat there while he was dying, it was a pointless endeavor.

"We'll talk later, Draco." Harry turned away from the quivering boy, hoping that this wasn't just some elaborate plan to get back at Lucius Malfoy. Out of all of Draco's jokes that was definitely his least favorite.

TBC

Will Draco and Harry actually work? Is Draco just being an ass? Is Harry going to end up in tears and slitting his wrist? Ugh... Please review.

Thank you for all of the kind reviews. My week grew better, but my situation still sucks. You guys boosted my spirits though, and for that I thank you.

(1) ‘The question’ was a series of tortures that the French government used to make people confess to crimes that they did (or sometimes did not) commit.