The Kinkiness of Harry

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Chapter Seven


Harry Potter could not wait for Saturday to arrive. He already knew his answer that night, but he had to wait until he saw the man again. Plus he had to recuperate from the man’s presence. So, all he could do now was wait. And wait. The man was right; Harry had no patience and because of this, the past two days seemed to drag on and he hadn’t gotten much done at work. This lack of motivation did not go unnoticed by his boss, Arthur Weasley, so when Harry arrived Friday, Arthur confronted him – politely of course. The younger wizard apologised immensely, assuring the older man that Monday he would catch up on all the work he had missed. Arthur frowned slightly but accepted his promise. This was Harry Potter after all.

It was the second time Harry had been reprimanded of his actions this week. The first had been regarding his unprofessional behavior towards Lucius Malfoy and reluctantly, Harry agreed to apologise to the blond aristocrat the next time he saw him. Little did Harry know it would be sooner rather than later.

Harry was finishing up his weekly report, when a familiar voice interrupted his report on “The Dangers of the Wizarding World”.

“Mr Potter? May I speak with you a moment?”

Damn.

Harry sighed and gritted his teeth. He looked away from his notes to see Lucius standing in the doorway of his office. Being unprepared for this meeting, all he could do is nod.

“Forgive me for interrupting your work, Harry,” Mr Malfoy started and Harry grimaced at his given name being used so freely by this – man. “I am deeply sorry that I haven’t contacted you earlier this week to discuss my recent information with you.”

Harry shrugged and mumbled it was all right.

Lucius barely nodded his head and continued. “It was very rude of me and I should have contacted you sooner.”

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath; trying to find the courage and the will to let Malfoy know he was sorry for the way he had acted two days ago.

Harry pursed his lips tightly and took one more breath of air. “Actually I have meaning to owl you to tell you that I am sorry for the way I treated you the other day,” he said resolutely.

Lucius furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head as if he had no idea what Harry was referring to.

Ignoring him, the dark haired boy spoke again. “I shouldn’t have treated you that way and… and I am … sorry.”

A small smile crept across Mr Malfoy’s lips and he nodded once. “I thank you for that, Mr Potter. It’s forgotten.”

Harry quirked up his eyebrow, wondering why Lucius wasn’t as upset as he thought he would be. This wasn't like him. Had he really changed that much? Did something happen to him that would make him this compliant and forgiving? Harry tried to shake that thought away and then gave the blond a pursed smile while he tried to appear grateful. Lucius gave him another little nod before turning to leave.

“Mr Malfoy,” he said, stopping the man in his tracks. “Perhaps we can meet next week. I-I,” he stumbled. “I am looking forward to talking to you.”


Lucius gave him a small, even warm, smile and turned to walk down the hall. Harry’s eyes followed him as he strolled away; directly to Arthur Weasley. The tall blond dressed himself with his hat, gloves, and robe then shook Mr Weasley's hand good-bye. The young wizard continued to watch him until the older man stepped into the fireplace and disappeared. Harry blinked several times and focused back on his report.

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Harry stood in front of his mirror and gave himself the once over, wondering if the dark circles under his eyes would be terribly noticeable in the soft lighting of the club. He had not had much sleep last night from tossing and turning, dying from anticipation. He finally drifted into sleep about 3 AM and had woke around 7 AM. He tried to keep himself occupied until 6 PM. Ron had come over briefly and commented on his disheveled state. Harry confessed that tonight he was meeting his stranger and Ron tried to help him relax; but it was no use.

A few hours after Ron left, Hermione called him on his Muggle phone and reassured him that everything would be all right. Of course, Harry didn't tell her the circumstances of where they would be meeting. That part of Harry’s life was kept secret from his friends. He knew his friends really wouldn’t understand anyway, but the real reason was that Harry just wanted some sort of privacy. Everything about him and everything he had ever done was public to the world. The Wizarding world, anyway.

Harry began getting ready about 7:30 PM, not wanting to sweat too much from his expectation. And it would also speed up the time. He was half-dressed, checking his outfit, when his mind drifted back to Lucius Malfoy. Harry watched himself in the mirror as he mimicked the aristocrat’s movements from memory. Still not fully dressed, Harry reached for his robe and swirled it around his shoulders as Lucius had done yesterday. He began talking to his reflection as if he was the older wizard, enunciating each word as he spoke.

Harry looked around for his gloves and found them lying on top of his dresser. Perhaps he should wear them just to make the encounter even. He put them on one at a time, making sure he was going as slow as Malfoy had done. He gestured his hands as he spoke quietly and seductively to himself, then gently stroked his bare chest under his robe, fingering his nipple ring. Harry closed his eyes and imagined it was the man touching him, the stranger that might become his future lover.

Harry suddenly snapped open his eyes and stared at his gloved hands. No, he thought. It can’t be. Lucius? Lucius Malfoy? Impossible. Only a mere coincidence. Wasn't it? He closed his eyes again and furrowed his brows, trying to recall what Malfoy’s glove was made of. Dragon hide. He was sure of it. Harry shook his head and laughed out loud. Every rich wizard owned Dragon hide gloves, he thought. Didn't they?

Harry sat on his bed and hid his face in his hands. The more he dwelled on it, the more he was convinced it was Lucius Malfoy. It just made sense. Absolute sense. He glanced back to his full-length mirror and his face paled. Now what? Harry hugged himself tightly and stood up to pace. He began whispering and mumbling to himself, trying to decide what he should do. He finally stopped and let out a big breath of air. He would go. He would confront Lucius and yell at him for his deception.

He glanced over to the clock and realised he had a half hour. He took off his robe and gloves and finished getting ready, getting angrier by the minute. He considered taking off his outfit, but he was too furious to bother. He grabbed his robe and his keys and stormed out, not caring if his looks were up to par.

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Harry arrived at the club and found a secluded area inside to sit and wait. His legs dangled nervously against the poles of the tall chair he picked and his mind raced, as he thought of different harsh words he would spout off. He was lost in his train of thought when a dark figure stood behind him. Harry held his breath when he felt the man near and his mind went completely blank. Finally Harry gained his composure and whispered the only word he could think of.

“Why?”

Lucius Malfoy smiled, knowing that Harry had realised his true identity. Using his own voice, Lucius said, “Because.” He paused letting that one word flow through Harry. With his most seductive tone, he continued. “You want it.”

“How do you know what I want, Malfoy?” he hissed. He tried to stand but a pair of leather gloves on his shoulders gently held him down. “Let go of me,” Harry warned him.

Not answering him, the tall blond caressed the young wizard’s neck then slid his hands under Harry’s shirt. They rested on a leather strap that crossed the boy’s chest. Lucius smirked then leaned down to Harry’s ear.

“If you came here to end this, why are you dressed like this?” he whispered.

Harry opened and closed his mouth, unable to think of a logical reason.

“Perhaps deep inside you do want this,” he stated.

“No, I don’t… not from… not from…” Harry stammered.

“Why, Mr Potter?” Lucius asked, quiet enough where no one would have heard Harry’s name. “Why not take a chance? You might be pleasantly surprised.”

Harry found his voice at last. “Doubtful,” he replied sarcastically.

The boy’s breath hitched however, when the leather gloves lowered even further, brushing against his nipple rings. Using his expertise, Lucius playfully tugged on them, causing Harry to reach up and clutch the man’s wrists.

“No... please… stop,” the raven-haired boy whispered.

Ignoring him, the aristocrat twisted the rings and nipped at the boy’s neck. Harry squeezed the man’s arms tighter and tilted his head to the side. Damn his hormones. A rush of excitement ran through Harry and he recognised this familiar sensation; the one he felt the first time he encountered Lucius.

“Tell me, Harry,” he softly said. “Have you ever been with a skilled wizard? One that could heighten your pleasure with magic?”

Harry barely shook his head. Lucius smiled into the boy’s neck and ran the palm of his leather hands across Harry’s nipple rings; flipping them up and down. The young wizard gasped and his body began to tremble.

“I know it will be difficult, but in time you will learn to trust me.”

Harry stuttered incoherent words and shifted in his chair. Lucius sank his teeth into his earlobe and grazed the leather gloves down Harry’s body. The man paused and brought his hands back up to Harry’s throat. His finger dug into the boy’s flesh and a jolt went straight to Harry’s groin.

“Do you want me to stop, Harry?” Lucius said as he licked the small bite. “Or do you want to find out what I can do for you?”

“Do?” Harry rasped.

“Yes, do. Do for you.”

Harry could only nod.

“Stand up and close your eyes.”

Harry stood and let the older wizard guide him in front of his tall frame. Lucius placed his hand on Harry’s lower back and pulled him close. The man’s body was firm and Harry could feel just how powerful this man was.

“That’s it, Harry,” he whispered.

And with that, Harry felt a pull in his stomach as he and Lucius disappeared from the club.


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