Harry Potter and the True Story

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Chapter 5

“Harry, what’s wrong?” Draco asked quietly. He had been wandering about the castle all night, restless.

“You look so like your father.” Harry said quietly. His fingers rose up to touch Draco’s face, mapping the skin. Draco was cold to touch, but it was a cold night, and parts of the castle, Harry suspected, were never warm.

“I am his son.” Draco said in a bemused voice.

“You are, you have his eyes.” Harry mumbled. Draco peered at the boy in front of him.

“Harry, are you ok?” Draco asked.

“I’m ok…I think. I’m tired. I can’t sleep…” but Harry was cut-off in mid sentence.

“I have the perfect remedy!” Draco grinned.

“Remedy. That’s it, a remedy.” Harry mumbled again. Draco growled, he was getting impatient.

“Potter, do you want to shag or not?!” he demanded.

“Shag?” Harry asked.

“Yes, you know, suck my cock, get your arse rammed!” Draco said bluntly waving his arms about in impatience.

“No. we could talk.”

“Potter, since when have you been a girl.” Draco demanded. “Or a Hufflepuff?” he added. Hufflepuffs’ had the most irritating desire to ‘talk’. Draco would rather fuck to be honest. Now Potter, his favourite shagging partner didn’t want to fuck. Draco felt rather lost.

“Draco. This casual thing, I don’t think I can keep it up anymore.” Harry said. His eyes blazed with sincerity.

“What?” Draco demanded. “Is there someone else, cause you know when I was ‘dating’ (here Draco did an exaggerated version of air quotations) McMillan I still shagged you stupid and I didn’t hear you complaining about it.”

“It’s different now. This…I…he’s…”

Draco looked at Harry as if seeing him for the first time. He looked deep into Harry’s eyes. Into his soul. “You really like this person. Is it Oliver Wood?” Draco wondered. He didn’t know why, but suddenly he felt betrayed, or was it more. Did Draco feel for Harry? Draco would give up so much for a night with Harry; did he have feelings for him?

“No. it’s not Wood. It’s someone else. I don’t want to hurt you Draco, I really don’t. I respect you too much for that.” Harry said.

“Don’t patronise me Potter. And don’t pity me. If I wanted you I could have you.” Draco said. And he meant it.

“Draco, I did want you. All of you. At one time I would have danced with you over Ron’s grave if you would have me. But I got over that a long time ago. Now all I want is him.”

“HIM? Who is this great man, that he rivals me so much?”

“I can’t tell you Draco. It would be unfair. He doesn’t even know yet. But I know he has feelings. I’m sorry Dray I really am.” Harry said looking at his friend.

Draco nodded. “No one else ever calls me that, apart from father.” Draco said, his voice sounding a little thick. Draco looked again at the man in front of him. “I’ll try you know. I’ll try to get you back. I really will.”

“I’m flattered.” Harry said, a little teasing.

Draco smiled a rare true smile that was reserved for only the people Draco loved. “If I fail, can we be friends?”

“I hope so Dray, I really do.” Harry said, walking off and leaving Draco standing wondering who the hell had got their hooks into Harry Potter now.

October soon arrived, and with it much cooler weather. Harry hadn’t spoken to Lucius at all since that night, but he had spoken with Tom, a lot. Harry had now decided that he was going to test the water with Hermione, see what her politics were. Ron Harry was going to leave well alone, daring only broach subjects such as Quidditch. Draco hadn’t really changed since that night, expect for flirting a lot more in public with Harry, eyeing up everyone near Harry who was his rival. Ron didn’t find this amusing at all. He was disgusted, telling Draco that Harry had better taste, and Draco had retorted that Harry in fact tasted brilliant. Ron had gone redder than Harry thought possible, and he had quickly tried to change the subject, but the aftermath is another story.

Harry was having problems with another dilemma. He wanted to spend Christmas with his Grandfather. But how on earth was he going to tell his friends he was going to the Dursley’s for Christmas. Apparently his solution was in the form of a blond irritation.

“Potter. Have you ever had a real Christmas?” Draco mentioned casually. They were sitting round a large table at the back of the library. Each of them was studying a different subject, taking notes from various books then sharing what they had done with the others.

“A real Christmas?” Harry asked, wondering what on earth Draco was going to come off with now.

“Yes. As in Christmas at a beautiful manor house?”

“What?” Ron asked, looking rather outraged “Christmas with the Malfoy Ferrets!” he hollered. Harry did his best to stifle a giggle. Draco narrowed his eyes at Ron and kicked Harry under the table.

“Harry.” Hermione began “you aren’t seriously thinking of accepting, I mean, Mr Malfoy is a death eater.”

“Actually, my father renounced Voldemort and got released from Azkaban Granger.” Draco corrected the witch.

And suddenly Harry realised that this would mean spending Christmas with Lucius Malfoy. Spending it most likely with his Grandfather. He had to find a way of accepting the invitation.

“I think it’s a rather good idea actually.” Harry said casually, looking over his potions notes. Everyone at the table froze, including Draco. “What?” he asked looking up.

“But…”

“But what Ron. I’m an adult. I can choose where I go for Christmas. I think it would be a wonderful gesture to the wizarding world, to show my forgiveness for Lucius Malfoy and my support for the family. Draco if your father doesn’t mind, I will come to Malfoy manor for Christmas.”

“Mind!” Draco crowed, triumphant at winning the battle, “it was his idea!”

Harry watched as a Ravenclaw chaser soared past him in blue fury. Behind her a Slytherin beater aimed a bludger at her broomstick. She twisted nicely out of the attack and soared up and behind the rival beater before he had time to figure out what had happened. The bludger, seeing no one to chase, turned on the beater. It was brute strength, Harry noted and not intelligence that saved the Slytherin boy from a nasty wound. As the beater flew away Harry’s gaze was drawn to the Slytherin stands. Namely the teachers’ area. There sat Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy, along with outer Slytherin teachers and some men Harry had never seen before. Lucius sat happily watching the furious pace of the Quidditch match; he was enjoying it Harry could tell. He wondered idly if Lucius would come and see him play. Harry would love to know Lucius was watching him at his favourite sport.

Then he saw it. It was the seekers reflex. In front of Lucius face. Hovering, teasing. The golden snitch. Harry had to capture his bottom lip between his teeth to keep his anticipation under control. He hoped Draco had seen it because the Ravenclaw seeker was about somewhere. As the little snitch moved around the stadium, so too did Harry’s watchful eyes.

A flash of green and sliver told him that Draco and his nimbus 2001 were on their way to the snitch. Moments later the Ravenclaw seeker was in hot pursuit.

“Hope that git Malfoy gets knocked off him broom.” Ron muttered beside him.

“And wouldn’t that be a big problem to all his lovers, Draco Malfoy out of action for a while, the castle would be celibate!” Seamus roared as he jumped up to get a better view of the chase for the little golden ball.

Harry had lost interest however. His eyes were locked with a pair of silver eyes across the stadium. Eyes that, despite the massive distance, were telling Harry to leave now.

Only Hermione Grangers keen eye noticed Harry leave during the height of the chase. But she did not follow him.

“Mister Potter. How wonderfully delicious to find you here.” the cold drawl came from behind Harry. It captivated him. Enthralled him. How long had it been since Harry had heard that velvet voice caressing him, encouraging him. Too long. Smiling Harry turned to face Lucius Malfoy.

“Lucius.” Harry said, rather informally. He knew Lucius would love what he had done with the room of requirement.

“How did you know what I asked of you?” Lucius questioned.

“How did you know where I’d be?” Harry answered a question with a question.

“I know you, as you know me. You feel it? You dream it?” Lucius stated in a matter of fact tone.

Harry felt the heat rise up the back of his neck.

“I hear you are joining me and Draco for Christmas.” Lucius voice caressed the cold walls of the room. He began to walk towards Harry, throwing his autumn cloak into a chair.

“You hear correctly.” Harry returned. He cocked his head to the side and regarded Lucius. “I gave it all up you know. All my lovers. All for you.” Harry told him.

“How deliciously blunt of you dear.” Lucius said. He watched as Harry trembled under his velvet voice. Smirking he edged yet closer. “And tell me, do you intend to stay celibate for the rest of your life?”

“Would you intend I did?” Harry asked his voice barely above a whisper. Lucius was dangerously close now. Harry watched him from under lowered lashes.

“I would take you now boy, for that is both your and my own intention.” Lucius said.

“Is the Griffindor colouring stopping you?” Harry wondered aloud.

Lucius smiled mysteriously. “I discovered this room in my early years. I am a master of its power.”

Harry looked around. He assumed it was the Slytherin dorm rooms, with only one bed. Lucius seemed to read his mind. “We only need one bed.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Lucius stepped forward; using his cane to reach around Harry’s back and pull him closer. Their lips met and Harry felt…

Lucius lips were warm, soft and unexpected. He kissed Harry tenderly, softly, smoothly. His other hand tangled in Harry’s wild hair, smoothing it down then tugging at it. Harry’s hands drifted up Lucius back, one resting on his neck the other mingling with his hair. Harry sighed as Lucius walked him backwards, falling in a tangle of limbs onto the bed together.