A Civil Union
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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47,031
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72
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chapter 7
Title: A Civil Union, chapter 7
Summary:More questions.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, except the ones that are my own.
"Well." Lucius said after he'd mopped up his tea with the paper napkin Benjamin handed him and allowed the Companion to refill his cup. "That much is true."
It was Potter's turn to sputter. Benjamin handed him a fresh napkin, too.
"Next question?" Lucius prompted, trying to hide his half smile and failing.
Potter looked suspiciously from one bland face to the other. He giggled. Then clapped a hand over his mouth. "Oh. I never giggle," he said. "You caught me right out with that one. OK. So, you do live with two other men. That part is true enough. The remaining question is...do you sleep with them?"
"Yes. We have a schedule set up. Tonight is Roberts' turn." Lucius answered truthfully. Waiting to see what kind of reaction that caused.
Harry peered at him suspiciously for a long time, green eyes narrowed. Then he leaned back in his chair. "My Ghod, I think you are telling the truth. At least I don't think you are having me on." He said under his breath. Benjamin warmed his tea with a fresh pour, nudging the milk and honey closer. Harry absently fixed up his tea.
"Fine. Uhm. Can we talk seriously about this? Because, I'd like to know what I am getting into. I don't think there is going to be any way to fight that court order. I think we are going to have to get married, much as I'd prefer to avoid it. Understanding this situation you have here is pretty important to me. We have to come to some sort of agreement. To do that, I need facts." Harry waved a hand around including everyone in the kitchen.
"Therein lies the rub." Roberts muttered, sourly, sharing another glance with his fellow auror. Benjamin shrugged, and moved over to the counter, where he began sorting the vegetables into the drainer, waiting to be turned into dinner.
"It is not simple as that, Harry," Benjamin told him over his shoulder. "There's reasons we can't be upfront...."
"No." Lucius said. "He's right. He has a right to know. I can't keep it from him. We can't. He'll find out eventually, better to tell it all now."
Harry sat up straight. His eyes gleamed. "Oh, I like the sound of that. Something interesting is coming, I'd bet my hat on it. Well, talk away, I am listening. Avidly."
"Lucius." Roberts said softly. "There is the order..." Benjamin and he exchanged more looks. Benjamin sighed and left the dinner preparations, heading back to the table as Lucius argued.
"Is it reasonable to keep it from him? He's right, he is not the public. He is going to be my spouse, unless the lawyers can figure some way out of it." Lucius pressed. He ignored the second buttered sweet bun Benjamin placed on his plate. That wasn't going to distract him, not this time.
"What is going on?" Harry jumped in, looking from one face to the next.
"Lucius. We can't allow you to break the order." Benjamin told him, laying his hand on the taller man's arm. Lucius frowned at him.
"What order?" Harry persisted.
"Charles, do you expect me to not tell him? The consequences of him not being aware..." Lucius insisted, his frown growing darker.
"Tell me what?" Harry asked. Running a hand through his tumbled locks in a habitual gesture. He did it when he was excited, or frustrated. It accounted for why his hair was nearly always mussed.
"Are not so bad as the consequences to you if you do tell him. Not until the order is lifted in regards to him." Roberts said reasonably, trying to soothe his friend.
"We've asked for the authorization, just for him, mind. Did it the first we heard of the marriage decree. Give it a few days." Benjamin added to the conversation.
"I've already been turned down. You know I asked." Lucius reminded the two men.
"Turned down? For what?" Harry broke in.
"It's us asking this time. We have some pull here. Be patient." Roberts told him.
"Alright, what in Merlin's name is going on?" Harry snapped. "You'd best tell me, because court order or no, I am not getting into this marriage business without knowing what secrets are being kept from me. Right now, I'm thinking these are the kind of secrets I can't afford not knowing." He leaned forward, reaching out towards Lucius' arm.
Lucius jerked away. "No, don't touch me, Potter. You have it right. These are the kind of secrets you can't afford not to know."
At the same time Benjamin grabbed Harry's questing hand. "You mustn't touch him, Harry."
"What the hell is going on?" Harry yelled. "Now I can't touch you? Why not?"
"It seems I am not permitted to tell you." Lucius replied, irritably, struggling to his feet. He hissed as his foot touched the floor. Harry automatically reached out to help him, again.
"No!" Three voices shouted at once. Roberts interposed himself between Harry and Lucius. And Benjamin laid a restraining hand over Harry's arm.
"Ground rules, Mr. Potter. No touching Mr. Malfoy. Not unless one of us, Roberts or myself, is touching him. It's non-negotiable, we will tell you why, but not yet. Just accept it for now." Benjamin told the furious wizard.
"You will tell me. Just not now?" Harry growled out. "Fine. Is there anything you can tell me, besides don't touch him? 'Cause I got to tell you I am not liking any of this. There is something very, very wrong here."
Lucius waved a hand, swaying on his one usable foot. "You'll have to ask them. I am not allowed to decide what you can be told." His tone was frosty. He turned to cast an unfriendly look at Roberts. "Get me to bed, then I'd like some privacy. If you don't mind."
"Yes, sir." Roberts said.
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Summary:More questions.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, except the ones that are my own.
"Well." Lucius said after he'd mopped up his tea with the paper napkin Benjamin handed him and allowed the Companion to refill his cup. "That much is true."
It was Potter's turn to sputter. Benjamin handed him a fresh napkin, too.
"Next question?" Lucius prompted, trying to hide his half smile and failing.
Potter looked suspiciously from one bland face to the other. He giggled. Then clapped a hand over his mouth. "Oh. I never giggle," he said. "You caught me right out with that one. OK. So, you do live with two other men. That part is true enough. The remaining question is...do you sleep with them?"
"Yes. We have a schedule set up. Tonight is Roberts' turn." Lucius answered truthfully. Waiting to see what kind of reaction that caused.
Harry peered at him suspiciously for a long time, green eyes narrowed. Then he leaned back in his chair. "My Ghod, I think you are telling the truth. At least I don't think you are having me on." He said under his breath. Benjamin warmed his tea with a fresh pour, nudging the milk and honey closer. Harry absently fixed up his tea.
"Fine. Uhm. Can we talk seriously about this? Because, I'd like to know what I am getting into. I don't think there is going to be any way to fight that court order. I think we are going to have to get married, much as I'd prefer to avoid it. Understanding this situation you have here is pretty important to me. We have to come to some sort of agreement. To do that, I need facts." Harry waved a hand around including everyone in the kitchen.
"Therein lies the rub." Roberts muttered, sourly, sharing another glance with his fellow auror. Benjamin shrugged, and moved over to the counter, where he began sorting the vegetables into the drainer, waiting to be turned into dinner.
"It is not simple as that, Harry," Benjamin told him over his shoulder. "There's reasons we can't be upfront...."
"No." Lucius said. "He's right. He has a right to know. I can't keep it from him. We can't. He'll find out eventually, better to tell it all now."
Harry sat up straight. His eyes gleamed. "Oh, I like the sound of that. Something interesting is coming, I'd bet my hat on it. Well, talk away, I am listening. Avidly."
"Lucius." Roberts said softly. "There is the order..." Benjamin and he exchanged more looks. Benjamin sighed and left the dinner preparations, heading back to the table as Lucius argued.
"Is it reasonable to keep it from him? He's right, he is not the public. He is going to be my spouse, unless the lawyers can figure some way out of it." Lucius pressed. He ignored the second buttered sweet bun Benjamin placed on his plate. That wasn't going to distract him, not this time.
"What is going on?" Harry jumped in, looking from one face to the next.
"Lucius. We can't allow you to break the order." Benjamin told him, laying his hand on the taller man's arm. Lucius frowned at him.
"What order?" Harry persisted.
"Charles, do you expect me to not tell him? The consequences of him not being aware..." Lucius insisted, his frown growing darker.
"Tell me what?" Harry asked. Running a hand through his tumbled locks in a habitual gesture. He did it when he was excited, or frustrated. It accounted for why his hair was nearly always mussed.
"Are not so bad as the consequences to you if you do tell him. Not until the order is lifted in regards to him." Roberts said reasonably, trying to soothe his friend.
"We've asked for the authorization, just for him, mind. Did it the first we heard of the marriage decree. Give it a few days." Benjamin added to the conversation.
"I've already been turned down. You know I asked." Lucius reminded the two men.
"Turned down? For what?" Harry broke in.
"It's us asking this time. We have some pull here. Be patient." Roberts told him.
"Alright, what in Merlin's name is going on?" Harry snapped. "You'd best tell me, because court order or no, I am not getting into this marriage business without knowing what secrets are being kept from me. Right now, I'm thinking these are the kind of secrets I can't afford not knowing." He leaned forward, reaching out towards Lucius' arm.
Lucius jerked away. "No, don't touch me, Potter. You have it right. These are the kind of secrets you can't afford not to know."
At the same time Benjamin grabbed Harry's questing hand. "You mustn't touch him, Harry."
"What the hell is going on?" Harry yelled. "Now I can't touch you? Why not?"
"It seems I am not permitted to tell you." Lucius replied, irritably, struggling to his feet. He hissed as his foot touched the floor. Harry automatically reached out to help him, again.
"No!" Three voices shouted at once. Roberts interposed himself between Harry and Lucius. And Benjamin laid a restraining hand over Harry's arm.
"Ground rules, Mr. Potter. No touching Mr. Malfoy. Not unless one of us, Roberts or myself, is touching him. It's non-negotiable, we will tell you why, but not yet. Just accept it for now." Benjamin told the furious wizard.
"You will tell me. Just not now?" Harry growled out. "Fine. Is there anything you can tell me, besides don't touch him? 'Cause I got to tell you I am not liking any of this. There is something very, very wrong here."
Lucius waved a hand, swaying on his one usable foot. "You'll have to ask them. I am not allowed to decide what you can be told." His tone was frosty. He turned to cast an unfriendly look at Roberts. "Get me to bed, then I'd like some privacy. If you don't mind."
"Yes, sir." Roberts said.
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