A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
47,010
Reviews:
72
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chapter 6
Title:A Civil Union, chapter 6
Summary:All the fun moves to the Kitchen.
Disclaimer:All recognizable characters are the property of JK Rowling. Wow, is she good!
"Well, you've really done it now." Roberts said, taking the sock off Lucius' throbbing, painful foot. He knelt on the floor, supporting the foot Lucius was gingerly holding up off the floor. "What happened?"
"Twisted it, hey! That hurts!" Lucius winced, wiggling in the chair as his auror/Companion examined the already swelling limb. He didn't admit out loud that he'd been too busy reading about Harry Potter to watch where he was going. He'd tripped over his own wastebasket. Knowledgeable fingers skimmed over the bruises, moved the ankle cautiously, prodded and probed, watching Lucius for his reactions carefully.
"A sprain, I'd say, uncomfortable but not too serious. When we get home Benjamin and I will take care of it." Roberts said. "In the mean time keep it elevated, I'll get some ice." He stood. Unspoken between the two men was the understanding that Roberts didn't want to risk using healing magic on Lucius without his fellow auror at his side to monitor Lucius and the magic used.
That evening after the office closed, they apparated instead of walked to the house. Lucius' arm looped over Roberts' shoulder, instead of the usual hand on his elbow.
Straight into the kitchen. The two men already sitting down at the table having tea and conversation jumped at the unexpected appearance. Benjamin's cup clattering to the tabletop.
Lucius was shocked to recognize the visitor who sat at his kitchen table with Benjamin, a half eaten sweet bun clutched in his fingers. The delicious smells in the air had Lucius' mouth watering even as Roberts helped settle him in a chair. Benjamin stood at once moving to his housemates' side, wiping his sticky fingers on his apron.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"A simple sprained ankle. Hello, Mr. Potter." Lucius replied, looking at the young man with newly interested eyes. All the things he'd read flitted through his mind.
Roberts slid a cushion under Lucius' ankle, resettling a plastic bag of ice over the injured area. He and Roberts exchanged a look, both deciding without words to wait on the healing spells for a time with less company present.
"What brings you here, Mr. Potter?" Lucius asked their visitor as Benjamin brought plates and mugs for the new arrivals. He purposely pretended not to notice while the mothering Benjamin fussed over him, buttering the warm bun and mixing up Lucius' tea perfectly as he liked it. He also pretended not to see Potter noticing and filing the little scene away. It was almost possible to see the wheels turning in the younger man's gifted, observer's brain.
"I came to grill your man Benjamin here. About you. I spoke with your lawyer, and got the impression he was leaving out a lot more than he was telling me." Harry waved his parchment list in the hand that was not holding the sweet bun.
"And?" Lucius inquired mildly. "What have you learned so far?"
"Nothing. I think he's been stalling me with his cooking." Harry smiled, darting a mischievous look at Benjamin. "If he wasn't such a fine cook, it wouldn't have worked. Now you are here, so I can ask you. Get the facts first hand. Straight from the horses mouth. I have been hearing some pretty tall tales."
"Such as?" Lucius asked, nibbling on his bun.
"Oh, like you have a harem of young and comely wizards living with you to serve your every whim. And now that the bans have been published by those CoWW people...that I am just the next in a long line to serve your lustful needs." The calm young man answered drolly, a crooked smile on his lips.
Lucius nearly choked on his tea.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Summary:All the fun moves to the Kitchen.
Disclaimer:All recognizable characters are the property of JK Rowling. Wow, is she good!
"Well, you've really done it now." Roberts said, taking the sock off Lucius' throbbing, painful foot. He knelt on the floor, supporting the foot Lucius was gingerly holding up off the floor. "What happened?"
"Twisted it, hey! That hurts!" Lucius winced, wiggling in the chair as his auror/Companion examined the already swelling limb. He didn't admit out loud that he'd been too busy reading about Harry Potter to watch where he was going. He'd tripped over his own wastebasket. Knowledgeable fingers skimmed over the bruises, moved the ankle cautiously, prodded and probed, watching Lucius for his reactions carefully.
"A sprain, I'd say, uncomfortable but not too serious. When we get home Benjamin and I will take care of it." Roberts said. "In the mean time keep it elevated, I'll get some ice." He stood. Unspoken between the two men was the understanding that Roberts didn't want to risk using healing magic on Lucius without his fellow auror at his side to monitor Lucius and the magic used.
That evening after the office closed, they apparated instead of walked to the house. Lucius' arm looped over Roberts' shoulder, instead of the usual hand on his elbow.
Straight into the kitchen. The two men already sitting down at the table having tea and conversation jumped at the unexpected appearance. Benjamin's cup clattering to the tabletop.
Lucius was shocked to recognize the visitor who sat at his kitchen table with Benjamin, a half eaten sweet bun clutched in his fingers. The delicious smells in the air had Lucius' mouth watering even as Roberts helped settle him in a chair. Benjamin stood at once moving to his housemates' side, wiping his sticky fingers on his apron.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"A simple sprained ankle. Hello, Mr. Potter." Lucius replied, looking at the young man with newly interested eyes. All the things he'd read flitted through his mind.
Roberts slid a cushion under Lucius' ankle, resettling a plastic bag of ice over the injured area. He and Roberts exchanged a look, both deciding without words to wait on the healing spells for a time with less company present.
"What brings you here, Mr. Potter?" Lucius asked their visitor as Benjamin brought plates and mugs for the new arrivals. He purposely pretended not to notice while the mothering Benjamin fussed over him, buttering the warm bun and mixing up Lucius' tea perfectly as he liked it. He also pretended not to see Potter noticing and filing the little scene away. It was almost possible to see the wheels turning in the younger man's gifted, observer's brain.
"I came to grill your man Benjamin here. About you. I spoke with your lawyer, and got the impression he was leaving out a lot more than he was telling me." Harry waved his parchment list in the hand that was not holding the sweet bun.
"And?" Lucius inquired mildly. "What have you learned so far?"
"Nothing. I think he's been stalling me with his cooking." Harry smiled, darting a mischievous look at Benjamin. "If he wasn't such a fine cook, it wouldn't have worked. Now you are here, so I can ask you. Get the facts first hand. Straight from the horses mouth. I have been hearing some pretty tall tales."
"Such as?" Lucius asked, nibbling on his bun.
"Oh, like you have a harem of young and comely wizards living with you to serve your every whim. And now that the bans have been published by those CoWW people...that I am just the next in a long line to serve your lustful needs." The calm young man answered drolly, a crooked smile on his lips.
Lucius nearly choked on his tea.
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com