A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
47,009
Reviews:
72
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chapter 5
Title: A Civil Union, chapter 5
Disclaimer: HP is not mine.
Lucius was ignoring the work going on around him, playing hooky in his own office. He was reading the file on Harry Potter that Roberts had complied at his request. Potter had a far different life than Lucius expected.
Harry Potter was an astro/psychologist. He counseled other wizards and witches who had undergone traumatic events. And he did well. He had a waiting list of several months. His practice combined divination and psychology. He specialized in astrology. Using the movements and positions of the planets to guide his choice of therapy. Lucius found the revelation absolutely unexpected and startling.
Harry Potter had been one of the greatest battle wizards ever. His power was legendary, he was legendary, the fight he'd fought was legendary. And he chose not to fight. Not to enforce laws, though all had said he should be an auror. Harry had chosen a different way. He'd chosen to heal. He'd chosen once again to be an original. Lucius poured over the rest of the file, glancing guiltily up at the clock every once in a while. But he couldn't tear himself away.
Benjamin glanced at the clock, frowning. Roberts and Lucius should be at the office for another few hours. He wasn't expecting any company, or deliveries. He debated on whether to ignore the summons to the front door or not. The knock was repeated, louder this time, with a kind of authority that insisted on attention. The auror dried his hands on his apron and went to see who was at the door.
The slim young man standing on the stoop was windswept, his hair blowing and wild around his head, longish hair, but not far past his chin, his hands tried to keep it out of his eyes without much success. The glasses were much the same as those he'd worn as a child, the glasses always in need of repair then, now unmarred. He cleared his throat. The falling mist of drizzle dotted his coat and his long eyelashes.
The eyes, more vibrantly green than any the auror had seen, looked at him with a penetrating stare. They took in every detail of the man in formal black trousers, highly polished shoes, pressed white shirt with sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, the broad shoulders, the muscular arms, tanned skin, powerful wrists, ramrod straight posture, and the frilly white apron billowing around him.
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter. May I come in?" The young man said, his voice like cream, lush and thick and rich. The richest, youthful tenor.
"Of course." Benjamin made a snap decision, moving back to permit the man to enter. "Come in to the kitchen. I have hot tea and buns fresh from the oven. There's a fire in the grate. Lucius and Tobias like something baked to eat when they get home, and somewhere warm to eat it."
"Thank you." The young man stepped into the house. Benjamin took his coat and hung it near the radiator to dry. Harry waited and followed the taller man when he moved off down the corridor. They sat at the big kitchen table, Benjamin pouring for both of them in large mugs, then offering milk and sugar. He set out the sweet buns, still steaming, and a crock of soft butter.
Taking a seat across from the other man, he busied his hands with his own sweet bun and tea. He was filled with curiosity, but managed to stop himself from asking a barrage of questions before Potter was ready to talk. The bun, when he bit into it was perfect, succulent, sweet, warm and flaky. A hint of vanilla and a touch of lemon, a tinge of honey. He closed his eyes for a moment in approval as he chewed the first bite. Savored it.
The tea hit the spot, Benjamin heard a deep sigh from his visitor. Saw the tensed shoulders relax. The lines around the expressive mouth smooth out. Another sigh. Benjamin offered one of the buns.
"They are best right out of the oven." He said. Harry Potter reached out and accepted the treat. His fingers were long and thin, graceful. Artistic. They did not look strong enough to have wielded the wand that killed Voldemort.
Benjamin beamed as Harry ate with obvious relish. I should have been someone's mom, Benjamin thought happily. So much of a charge as he got out of feeding people. They munched on in companionable silence for at least a quarter of an hour.
"I've come to ask you about Malfoy. I've heard more rumors about him these last days than I care to repeat. They can't all be true. I'd like to find out which ones are the truth and which ones are pure crap." Harry stated baldly, he reached into a pocket and drew out a crumpled sheet of parchment. "I've written down the questions I want answered. I can't decide which rumors I want to be true. Some are very intriguing." His eyes sparkled wickedly.
Benjamin felt his brows shoot for his hairline.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: HP is not mine.
Lucius was ignoring the work going on around him, playing hooky in his own office. He was reading the file on Harry Potter that Roberts had complied at his request. Potter had a far different life than Lucius expected.
Harry Potter was an astro/psychologist. He counseled other wizards and witches who had undergone traumatic events. And he did well. He had a waiting list of several months. His practice combined divination and psychology. He specialized in astrology. Using the movements and positions of the planets to guide his choice of therapy. Lucius found the revelation absolutely unexpected and startling.
Harry Potter had been one of the greatest battle wizards ever. His power was legendary, he was legendary, the fight he'd fought was legendary. And he chose not to fight. Not to enforce laws, though all had said he should be an auror. Harry had chosen a different way. He'd chosen to heal. He'd chosen once again to be an original. Lucius poured over the rest of the file, glancing guiltily up at the clock every once in a while. But he couldn't tear himself away.
Benjamin glanced at the clock, frowning. Roberts and Lucius should be at the office for another few hours. He wasn't expecting any company, or deliveries. He debated on whether to ignore the summons to the front door or not. The knock was repeated, louder this time, with a kind of authority that insisted on attention. The auror dried his hands on his apron and went to see who was at the door.
The slim young man standing on the stoop was windswept, his hair blowing and wild around his head, longish hair, but not far past his chin, his hands tried to keep it out of his eyes without much success. The glasses were much the same as those he'd worn as a child, the glasses always in need of repair then, now unmarred. He cleared his throat. The falling mist of drizzle dotted his coat and his long eyelashes.
The eyes, more vibrantly green than any the auror had seen, looked at him with a penetrating stare. They took in every detail of the man in formal black trousers, highly polished shoes, pressed white shirt with sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, the broad shoulders, the muscular arms, tanned skin, powerful wrists, ramrod straight posture, and the frilly white apron billowing around him.
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter. May I come in?" The young man said, his voice like cream, lush and thick and rich. The richest, youthful tenor.
"Of course." Benjamin made a snap decision, moving back to permit the man to enter. "Come in to the kitchen. I have hot tea and buns fresh from the oven. There's a fire in the grate. Lucius and Tobias like something baked to eat when they get home, and somewhere warm to eat it."
"Thank you." The young man stepped into the house. Benjamin took his coat and hung it near the radiator to dry. Harry waited and followed the taller man when he moved off down the corridor. They sat at the big kitchen table, Benjamin pouring for both of them in large mugs, then offering milk and sugar. He set out the sweet buns, still steaming, and a crock of soft butter.
Taking a seat across from the other man, he busied his hands with his own sweet bun and tea. He was filled with curiosity, but managed to stop himself from asking a barrage of questions before Potter was ready to talk. The bun, when he bit into it was perfect, succulent, sweet, warm and flaky. A hint of vanilla and a touch of lemon, a tinge of honey. He closed his eyes for a moment in approval as he chewed the first bite. Savored it.
The tea hit the spot, Benjamin heard a deep sigh from his visitor. Saw the tensed shoulders relax. The lines around the expressive mouth smooth out. Another sigh. Benjamin offered one of the buns.
"They are best right out of the oven." He said. Harry Potter reached out and accepted the treat. His fingers were long and thin, graceful. Artistic. They did not look strong enough to have wielded the wand that killed Voldemort.
Benjamin beamed as Harry ate with obvious relish. I should have been someone's mom, Benjamin thought happily. So much of a charge as he got out of feeding people. They munched on in companionable silence for at least a quarter of an hour.
"I've come to ask you about Malfoy. I've heard more rumors about him these last days than I care to repeat. They can't all be true. I'd like to find out which ones are the truth and which ones are pure crap." Harry stated baldly, he reached into a pocket and drew out a crumpled sheet of parchment. "I've written down the questions I want answered. I can't decide which rumors I want to be true. Some are very intriguing." His eyes sparkled wickedly.
Benjamin felt his brows shoot for his hairline.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com