Duet

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Easter

The trip to Kings Cross Station was quiet. In the aftermath of Neville’s potion accident, Professors McGonogall and Sprout as a precaution had put all the female Slytherin and Gryffindor seventh year students into segregated compartments. Professor Snape did not think that any of the girls had been fully exposed, but he had warned the mortified girls to refrain from any kind of sexual contact for the next forty-eight hours.

Neville kept apologizing to Harry but Harry told him to forget about it. No one had been injured; the potion did not burn and the worst thing that could happen was that the house elves would be unable to salvage his pink stained clothing.

As the train got closer to London, Harry grew quiet. His compartment mates knew how much Harry did not want to go to the Dursleys. He had tried to appeal to Dumbledore to stay back at Hogwarts, but Dumbledore, ever the optimist, still held out for family reconciliation and insisted he go.

Harry saw Hermione briefly as they crossed to the Muggle side of Kings Cross Station. “It’s only two weeks, Harry,” she said as she handed him one of her parent’s business cards with her home telephone number written on the back. “Call me if it gets too bad…”

Uncle Vernon was waiting near the barrier for his nephew.

“Where’s your trunk?” he barked.

Harry indicated a backpack slung over one arm. “Seventh years are permitted to use basic magic outside of school. I placed a simple reducing charm on my clothes and books.”

Uncle Vernon scowled at that comment and stalked toward his parked car. Harry hurried to keep up with him.

The drive to #4 Privet Drive was tense. Several minutes into the trip, Uncle Vernon turned on the car radio and proceeded to hum along with the music. Harry watched the scenery from the car window, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

When they arrived on Privet Drive, Uncle Vernon told Harry to sit in the kitchen and not touch anything. There would be no reason for him to unpack because Harry would not be staying in Little Winnig with the Dursleys.

“John Montague, a very important client of mine, is in need of an older student to watch his child for Easter holiday and I volunteered you.” His uncle’s mustache twitched dangerously as he leaned in very close to Harry’s face. “I don’t need to remind you of what will happen if there is any funny business…”

“No, Uncle Vernon,” Harry whispered.

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Harry laughed until tears ran down his cheeks. Uncle Vernon’s important client, Mr. Montague, turned out to be none other than Lucius Malfoy, wearing an expensive muggle suit and his long hair transfigured into a short-cropped style. The trademark Malfoy charm was turned full force onto Aunt Petunia. With one more covert warning about his freakish behavior, Harry was released into the custody of Mr. Montague.

Lucius and Harry portkeyed to an elegant apartment in Muggle London. Lucius placed wards and silencing spells around the perimeter. A light dinner was waiting for them in the dining room.

“I didn’t see Draco on the train. Isn’t he going home for Easter holidays?”

“Actually, Severus Snape is attending a conference for Potions Masters in Melbourne, Australia. He is being recognized for his advancements in the Wolfsbane Potion and Verataserum.

“Draco is considering a career in potions so Severus thought it would be a good educational experience for him and I have to agree. It is never too early to establish professional contacts.”

“Speaking of professional contacts, just how long have you been doing business with Grunnings Drills?” Harry asked in amusement.

“Actually, I met your uncle just yesterday afternoon and planted this business relationship into his mind. He really is a greedy bastard, you know. He tried to sell you to me…all discussed as a business arrangement, of course.”

Harry dropped his fork. “Sell…”

Lucius kissed his hand, suggestively nibbling at a finger. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you go back there again…Harry, I know that there are some fine Muggles out there. I met quite a few when Narcissa was ill. …but he’s the kind of Muggle Voldemort feeds off of…”

They ate in silence for a while. Harry began to get his humor back. “So, Mr. Montague…now that you’ve kidnapped me, what do you plan to do with me for the next two weeks?”

Lucius smiled suggestively, and hand fed him a chocolate truffle. After a quick tour of the apartment, Harry found himself soaking in a sunken bathtub being scrubbed by an attentive Lucius Malfoy. Harry saw the Dark Mark on his lover’s forearm, but as he was expecting it to be there, it was not the shock Harry had thought it would be.

“You are so beautiful.” He dark wizard purred as he pulled a soapy Harry onto his lap. Holding the slight wizard’s hips still, Lucius captured Harry’s mouth in a hungry kiss and ran his fingers through the messy raven hair.

“Harry, what is this pink substance doing in your hair?”

Harry told Lucius about the exploding cauldron; being soaked in the pink solution and about a few of Neville’s other spectacular potions disasters. Lucius laughed and nibbled on an earlobe.

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Harry lay back on the black satin sheets, his green eyes locked on Lucius; he was both aroused and terrified. Lucius slowly crawled, cat like, across the bed taking in every inch of the gift in front of him. Harry closed his eyes as the dark wizard caressed his cheek.

“Mine.” He hissed and kissed the slight wizard. Harry ran his tongue along Lucius’ bottom lip. The white blond wizard felt him tremble slightly.

“I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.”

“You leave it to me.” Lucius smirked and began to explore every inch of the raven-haired wizard’s body. Soft kisses, gentle nips, and large hands on smooth skin. Harry gasped and moaned as Lucius latched onto a nipple while he caressed the tender skin inside Harry’s thighs. He kissed his way down the pale body before stopping just shy of Harry’s proud erection.

You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he nudged the thin thighs wider apart. Lucius resumed his downward journey. He licked the length of Harry’s cock before swirling the tip several times, teasing the slit.

“Lucius,” Harry moaned. Lucius fondled his balls as he swallowed Harry’s entire length and sucked. Harry’s hips jerked. “Lucius, please…”

Lucius released the cock, giving it a small kiss at the tip. “Not yet, my love. I want to be in you when you come.”

Harry gasped in astonishment as Lucius began to lap at his entrance with his talented tongue. “Please…”

Lucius kissed his way back up Harry’s body before capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. “Are you ready, Love?”

Harry opened his large emerald eyes. “Will it hurt?”

Lucius looked at his own large, thick erection and Harry’s slight frame. He accioed a vial of vanilla scented oil from the bedside table. “Yes, Harry. The first time always hurts but I’ll try to make sure you get some pleasure from it.”

Lucius coated his fingers with the oil. He teased at the entrance before gently pressing one finger in. Harry whimpered, his erection fading; the finger felt huge and it burned.

”Relax.” Lucius purred as Harry’s body slowly began to accommodate the invader. He coated his fingers with more oil and inserted two fingers. Harry hissed at the discomfort. Lucius felt inside and a surprised gasp told him he had located Harry’s prostate.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, rubbing the prostate again and then again.

“Bastard.” Harry gasped, writhing on the bed. Lucius inserted a third finger and began stretching. Harry whimpered again.

“Relax.” He felt Harry relax into the pleasure his fingers were giving him. When he decided Harry was ready, he withdrew his fingers, coated his erection in oil and lifted the slim hips.

Harry tensed as something large and painful entered him. He gave a sharp cry of pain as Lucius pushed past the ring of muscle and stretched him farther than the fingers had. He paused when Harry began to shake, tears streaming from his eyes.

“Please,” Harry gasped. “Please…please take it out. It’s too big…Please take it out.”

Lucius paused. “I’m sorry, Love, but it’s the only way. It’ll be better soon, I promise.

He pulled out slightly and then thrust in burying himself to the root. Harry gave a sharp cry and continued to sob. “Please…”

Lucius licked the salty tears. “The worst is over, love.”

He paused, kissing the pale face beneath him before he pulled out, repositioned Harry’s hip and thrust in at just the right angle to hit the prostate. He established a slow rhythm, as Harry’s pained whimpers became gasps of pleasure.

“You’re so tight, so beautiful.” Lucius lifted the thin legs over his shoulders and began to thrust deeper, faster. Harry could no longer form a complete word. The dark wizard began to stroke his lover’s erection in time with his thrusts. He could feel Harry tightening before the young wizard arched his back and came with a cry. Lucius sped his thrusts as Harry was caught in the waves of his orgasm. With a yell, Lucius emptied his seed deep inside his young lover. The shaking legs slipped off his shoulder.

Lucius, still inside Harry, wrapped his arms tight around the trembling wizard. He kissed him gently on the forehead.

“Mine.”

Harry’s emerald eyes glowed. He kissed Lucius’ shoulder.

“Yours.”

Whispering a quick cleaning spell, Lucius gathered Harry into his arms and snuggled beneath the covers. With a casual wave he uttered “Nox,” plunging the bedroom into darkness.

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Lucius awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming into his window and a warm weight settled over his chest and legs. He opened his eyes to find himself staring at a tousled mess of black hair. He shifted slightly and two large green eyes locked on his. Harry gave him an odd, shy smile.

“Good morning Lucius,” he whispered, attempting to detangle their limbs. The white blond wizard propped himself up with the bed pillows and pulled Harry into a warm embrace, tucking him under his chin as he began to discuss his plans for the days activities.

Harry winced as he limped out of the bed toward the bathroom. Smiling, Lucius handed him a small vial of a healing draught. Gratefully, the young man emptied it, relief spreading immediately through his lower regions.

Lucius enlarged the contents of Harry’s backpack while Harry took a shower. He shook his head at the pathetic assortment of hand me down clothes. Placing the school books and school supplies back into the bag for storage, he left the leather shaving bag of toiletries beside the bathroom sink along with a silk bathrobe.

He had just finished laying out a breakfast of tea, fruit and croissants when Harry padded into the kitchen. His wild black hair a lost cause, he looked adorable with the too large bathrobe hanging off his slight frame.

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Lucius looked up as Harry strode out of the bedroom shortly after breakfast wearing slim black jeans and a deep green long sleeved shirt with a small snitch embroidered over the breast. He was carrying a pair of black boots in his hands.

The white blond wizard’s eyes drifted over to the pile of miss-matched hand-me-downs folded neatly on the chair.

“Where did you get those?” he asked, perplexed.

Harry followed his gaze to the ratty clothes and began to laugh. “You don’t really think I’d wear them in public, do you?”

Harry gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Uncle Vernon doesn’t know that my parents left me with any money. For years all they gave me to wear were my fat cousin’s hand-me-downs. Most of those are things my dorm mates outgrew.” Seeing that Lucius appeared to be confused, he continued. “If Uncle Vernon knew I had money, he would take it from me – by force if necessary.”

“Very clever.”

Harry smiled. “I thought so. I have to buy most of my clothes through Muggle catalogs, though. Diagon Alley has a really unusual sense of Muggle fashion most of the time. Only Quality Quidditch Supply gets it right, but that limits you to athletic apparel…. Do we have access to an owl here?”

“Why do you need an owl?”

“Uncle Vernon’s letter told me I was going to be painting the bedrooms and they never take me anywhere, so I only brought a couple of changes of real clothing. Seamus is spending Easter break at Hogwarts; I need to owl him to send me more of my Muggle clothes.”

“There is an owl post office not too far from here, but it’s too risky, and your friend may ask questions.” Lucius strode over to a window and looked at the street below. “Might be easier to just purchase a few items to get you through.”

Harry reached over and gently tugged at Lucius’ ponytail. He ran his finger over the jeweled clasp holding the thick hair. “This has to go. Muggle men do not wear jeweled barrettes in their hair – even if they are family heirlooms.”

The young wizard studied his impeccably dressed lover for a few moments.

“Are all your Muggle clothes like this?”

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Harry wasn’t sure what was funnier – Lucius’ reaction to a Muggle fast food hamburger or shopping in a department store. When Lucius decided they should go shopping for clothing, he was thinking of the upscale London shops he usually frequented, but Harry refused to be turned into a clone of Draco.

Deciding that since Lucius had agreed to play Muggle tourist for the next few days, they would need to dress appropriately. Harry selected several pairs of jeans for himself and Lucius. The older wizard was having a little bit of trouble getting around the concept of self-serve ready to wear, and that socks and undergarments came in groups of three. Harry doubted that the man had ever owned anything that was not custom tailored before.

Lucius sneered at the electronic cash registers, not realizing what they were and was surprised when Harry slid a thin piece of plastic through a reader.

After they left the store with several packages in hand, Lucius asked how he had paid for it with no currency changing hands. Harry handed him a credit card.

“Do you know what this is?”

Lucius looked closely at the card; it was a Gringotts Bank Gold Card.

“It works like a Muggle credit card except that it draws from my vault. It’s easier than carrying a bag of galleons around.”

Harry refused to let Lucius reimburse him for the casual clothing, but agreed to let him pick out one ensemble for non-casual activities.

Their next stop was at an optician where Harry’s eyes were examined and they picked out a new set of frames to replace his oversized NHS issued pair.

Finally, Harry found himself deposited into a barber chair as the stylist studied the nest that was his hair. In the end they decided on a slightly shorter style with the top spiked to down play the mess of cowlicks.

Harry stared at their reflection in a shop window, amazed at the change. With clothes that actually fit, he looked slim, but not scrawny, and even a little bit older than his seventeen years. Lucius looked dead sexy in his tight jeans and buttoned down shirt with his long white blond hair spilling over his shoulders.

Lucius wrapped his arms around the younger wizard and kissed the top of his head.

“We are perfect.”

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Harry sat curled up in a chair, watching Lucius sleep, his pale hair splayed across the bedding. Asleep he looked so benign.

It was their last night together; Harry had to return to Hogwarts the next morning. His body ached; tonight’s lovemaking had been intense – almost violent – it would be a long time before they would get the chance to be intimate again, if ever.

Harry sat in the dark bedroom trying to sort out his emotions. Did he love Lucius? Did he even know what love was? He had no experience with affection other than the stray hug from Mrs. Weasley, Hermione or his godfather. Lucius seemed to accept him for what he was, Harry, not The Boy Who Lived, and it was a comfort not to have to wear his mask all the time; in a way, Lucius dropped his mask around Harry as well. Was that what love was?

Lucius shifted in his sleep, his eyes barely opening. “Come back to bed, love.”

As Harry curled into Lucius’ warm embrace, he decided he liked what ever it was they had together. In an odd way, Lucius made him feel safe. With Lucius’ warm breath on his neck, he drifted off to sleep.

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Between Lucius’ interest in ancient artifacts, magical and Muggle alike, and Harry’s desire to see the places the Dursleys had never allowed him to see, they spent the Easter holiday visiting Muggle museums and attended a few sporting events. As much as they both would have liked to explore magical sites as well, the threat of discovery was too great.

When Harry told his lover about his one and only visit to the zoo, Lucius insisted that they go. He had a fondness for animals that he usually kept well hidden. It amused him when Harry conversed with a few specimens in the reptile house. It seemed that they never did find the boa constrictor Harry had accidentally released on his cousin’s eleventh birthday.

They made love in every room in the apartment. On the days Lucius had to work at the Ministry, Harry did his homework. And as promised, Lucius visited Draco at Hogwarts for a few hours when he returned from Australia several days before the other students were to return.

Too soon it was time for Harry to catch the Hogwarts Express at Kings Cross Station. Lucius, in disguise, watched until Harry disappeared through the barrier at Platform 9-3/4 before apparating to Malfoy Manor.

Harry shared a compartment with Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean. They noticed his appearance immediately; Harry was wearing jeans, a wool jacket and a turtleneck as well as his new glasses. He told them about Uncle Vernon hiring him out to one of his extremely wealthy customers as a companion for the man’s pre-teen daughter. They laughed at his descriptions of some of the odder artifacts found in Muggle museums, his adventures in the Reptile House of the London Zoo and the strangeness of Muggle fashion. He explained away the makeover as a result of Mr. Montague’s daughter being a frustrated fashion designer and/or hairstylist.

Seamus began to laugh. “I can’t believe you let a little girl cut your hair.”

“But she did a really nice job, didn’t she?” Ginny patted Harry’s spiked hair. He smiled at her, grateful she had outgrown her crush.

“I like your new glasses,” Hermione said. “You can really see your eyes now.”

“So, what’s the deal with the posh new clothes.” Ron asked and Harry could see the amusement in his eyes. Anyone who knew Harry knew he wasn’t a wool jacket, turtleneck kind of guy.

“Hand-me-downs from Mr. Montague. I am the exact same size as his current lover.”

The compartment fell silent not sure if he was joking or not. Harry stood at the door and with his old shy smile and said,” I need to get some air. If the witch comes by with the sweet trolley while I’m gone, please get me a couple of chocolate frogs.”

“Well,” said Dean finally. “Never let it be said Harry leads a boring life.”

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TBC