A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
47,008
Reviews:
72
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 4
Title: A Civil Union, chapter 4
Disclaimer: They belong to their creator. JK Rowling. Not me.
A/N: This was the second fic I wrote. The chapters are short, and it is a much faster read than FM. I am posting it here because I am very fond of it. I was trying for a Victorian flavor. And yes. I am afraid I do like a full bed.....
Roberts' POV
I recognized him right away.
I mean who wouldn't recognize the 'Boy Who Lived'? I'd seen more photos of him than of Lucius, Dumbledore, Voldemort's dead body,...you get the picture. Any witch or wizard over the age of three knew who Harry Potter was, could pick him out of a crowd. Even without the scar.
He was medium height, a good six inches shorter than myself, thin, too thin, and adorable.
Hmmm. Didn't expect to have myself thinking like that now, did I? But, with that wild, curly, brown mop of hair, big green (or are they hazel) eyes, and his temper flying around, he was eye-catching. Attention grabbing. The color riding high on his sharp cheekbones. The strong tenor voice, even raised in anger was compelling, as if you'd like to sit and listen. If he wasn't yelling so loud as to make your ears ring. And the power, it rolled off of him, leaking out like he had more than he'd ever need or could ever use. It washed out over me like a wave of the finest wine, the smoothest cream, the hottest....Yes, well. Hmmm.
He wouldn't have a seat, wouldn't wait to be announced, wouldn't let me usher him into the privacy of Lucuis' office, wouldn't hold still. He ranted and shouted, bounced, hopped, and accused. The others waiting for their business appointments were rapt. This was going to be good gossip, the absolute best. They'd be able to dine on free meals for a week, maybe a month, with this to share as dinner conversation.
Harry Potter introduced himself into Lucius' office without so much as a knock, the man inside trying to talk to Malfoy was struck dumb by the human whirlwind. He sat gape-mouthed as the tirade continued, spiraled up a notch. The man was frozen, incapable of moving to save his life.
Lucius stood, moved to keep the desk between himself and Potter, tried to talk, tried to calm, tried to soothe with words. Wise of him not to try to touch the young man. Potter would have nothing so civilized happen. Not yet.
He moved back out into the main waiting area, arms gesturing in short choppy movements, burning with unmistakable rage. Where all were still staring, briefcases forgotten, papers spilling to the floor from nerveless fingers. Every mouth an 'O' of astonishment, too soon for glee.
Then, just as quickly, barging back into Lucius' office, bending over the desk, shouting the same accusations, as well as a few new ones. I entered the office with Potter this time, pulled out the chair and guided him to it, firmly seating him in it with a solid hand set on his slender shoulder, a little muscle there. I recalled that he'd been quite a Quidditch player in school at Hogwarts.
He spared me not one glance. I stepped briefly into the reception area to be sure all was well, all eyes were on the door to the office, no one was moving. I retreated, closing the door firmly behind me and went to meet Harry Potter. I had always heard he was a mild boy, and not much different as a young man. Shy. A most unlikely hero. Clearly that was not the real case.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: They belong to their creator. JK Rowling. Not me.
A/N: This was the second fic I wrote. The chapters are short, and it is a much faster read than FM. I am posting it here because I am very fond of it. I was trying for a Victorian flavor. And yes. I am afraid I do like a full bed.....
Roberts' POV
I recognized him right away.
I mean who wouldn't recognize the 'Boy Who Lived'? I'd seen more photos of him than of Lucius, Dumbledore, Voldemort's dead body,...you get the picture. Any witch or wizard over the age of three knew who Harry Potter was, could pick him out of a crowd. Even without the scar.
He was medium height, a good six inches shorter than myself, thin, too thin, and adorable.
Hmmm. Didn't expect to have myself thinking like that now, did I? But, with that wild, curly, brown mop of hair, big green (or are they hazel) eyes, and his temper flying around, he was eye-catching. Attention grabbing. The color riding high on his sharp cheekbones. The strong tenor voice, even raised in anger was compelling, as if you'd like to sit and listen. If he wasn't yelling so loud as to make your ears ring. And the power, it rolled off of him, leaking out like he had more than he'd ever need or could ever use. It washed out over me like a wave of the finest wine, the smoothest cream, the hottest....Yes, well. Hmmm.
He wouldn't have a seat, wouldn't wait to be announced, wouldn't let me usher him into the privacy of Lucuis' office, wouldn't hold still. He ranted and shouted, bounced, hopped, and accused. The others waiting for their business appointments were rapt. This was going to be good gossip, the absolute best. They'd be able to dine on free meals for a week, maybe a month, with this to share as dinner conversation.
Harry Potter introduced himself into Lucius' office without so much as a knock, the man inside trying to talk to Malfoy was struck dumb by the human whirlwind. He sat gape-mouthed as the tirade continued, spiraled up a notch. The man was frozen, incapable of moving to save his life.
Lucius stood, moved to keep the desk between himself and Potter, tried to talk, tried to calm, tried to soothe with words. Wise of him not to try to touch the young man. Potter would have nothing so civilized happen. Not yet.
He moved back out into the main waiting area, arms gesturing in short choppy movements, burning with unmistakable rage. Where all were still staring, briefcases forgotten, papers spilling to the floor from nerveless fingers. Every mouth an 'O' of astonishment, too soon for glee.
Then, just as quickly, barging back into Lucius' office, bending over the desk, shouting the same accusations, as well as a few new ones. I entered the office with Potter this time, pulled out the chair and guided him to it, firmly seating him in it with a solid hand set on his slender shoulder, a little muscle there. I recalled that he'd been quite a Quidditch player in school at Hogwarts.
He spared me not one glance. I stepped briefly into the reception area to be sure all was well, all eyes were on the door to the office, no one was moving. I retreated, closing the door firmly behind me and went to meet Harry Potter. I had always heard he was a mild boy, and not much different as a young man. Shy. A most unlikely hero. Clearly that was not the real case.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com