The Kinkiness of Harry
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
69,807
Reviews:
99
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Kinkiness of Harry
Warnings: Kinkiness (duh), rimming, spanking, humour, and pleasure pain
Author Notes: Thank you to my wonderful beta’s!! Lady Jane, godinfiction, jade_skye, and auntbijou!
Chapter One
“You are coming, aren’t you Harry?”
“For the hundredth time, Ron, I’ll be there.”
“But what if she says no? I don’t know what I’d do. You have to come, Harry. She might say no.”
“Ron!” Harry said with some exasperation
“I know, I know. She’ll say yes,” Ron mumbled, reassuring himself.
“Everyone knows she’ll say yes. They’ve just wondered when you were going to ask her.”
“They did? I mean, they do?”
Harry bowed his head down, shaking it. “Honestly, Ron. Hermione has been waiting for this moment for three years!”
“She has?”
“I’m leaving now, Ron. You’re giving me a headache.”
“Harry! Wait! You are coming, aren’t you?”
Harry fingered his hair and pulled it up. “Ron!”
“Okay, okay,” he said sheepishly. Glancing away briefly, Ron bit his lower lip. “Harry?” he asked quietly.
Harry had the front door of the Burrow slightly open, but he stopped and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Ron,” he sighed.
“Are you bringing Stephan?”
Harry let out a breath of relief. “No. We broke up.”
“What? Why? I thought you two were getting on just fine.”
“Well, obviously not.”
Ron’s voice filled with concern. “Harry. That’s the fifth guy this year. I wish you’d…”
Harry cleared his throat. “I am not the one who is doing the breaking up part,” he said irritably.
Ron’s face turned scarlet. “Oh. Sorry, Harry.”
Harry grunted as he turned back to the door. “Bye, Ron.”
“Don’t forget! Tomorrow at 4:30!” Ron shouted after Harry. “Oh! And don’t forget the champagne!”
Harry waved his hand over his head, acknowledging him.
“Oh gods, oh gods. What if she says no?” the redhead whispered to himself.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry sped along the country road shaking his head. It was true. Harry had had many boyfriends since he graduated from Hogwarts four years ago. It wasn’t like he had never tried, though. In fact, he had tried too hard. Anything and everything they had wanted, he had given them. But sadly, Harry had never really got what he had wanted. And none of them were able to give it to him. So they left him in the end, and it was always the same:
“I love you, Harry and I know that you love me. But I just can’t do that.”
Harry sighed and wondered if they were right. Maybe he did want too much. Harry shook his head, trying to erase that thought. No, there must be somebody out there who would be able to give him what he needed. It might not be now or tomorrow or even the next day, but he knew that one day he’d find someone.
It was dark when Harry finally reached the city. He liked the city now. Funny how when he was younger he had hated the crowds of people who always had surrounded him, and now - he couldn’t live without them. The war was over, but there were still a lot of Death Eaters in hiding, so his job as an Auror was secure. Hermione was the editor of the Daily Prophet, and Ron coached Hogwarts’ students in Quidditch after Madam Hooch retired, leaving the position open. Ron almost cried when he had learned that he was accepted as the professor of the flying class, as well as the coach for the Gryffindor house. Hermione had also cried when she had become the editor.
For Harry, being an Auror was really quite easy. There wasn't as much excitement as one would think. Actually, it was really quite boring, and that drove Harry mad. So, needing some sort of excitement in his life, he chose to visit the Muggle bars, and watch the Muggle sports. Sure there was the telly, but it couldn’t replace the thrill of having the loud crowds yell in his ears. The pushing, the fighting, and the competition alone were just what Harry had craved.
Muggle bars and Muggle sports alike held Harry’s attention just by the smell alone. The smell of sweat turned him on, and he wanted to be as near it as much as possible. The gym was a good place, but it was lousy for finding men. Most of them were arrogant, and weren't interested in a skinny man like Harry. Well, he wasn't that skinny, but compared to the muscle-bound men that were there, he looked like a toothpick.
Harry’s thoughts suddenly came back to the present, and he grimaced as he took a turn too fast and almost hit a parked car. Cursing himself for not paying attention, he found the first Off-License store that he saw, and pulled over. Harry lived on the other side of town, but it didn't matter where he stopped. He’d have to drive back anyway, so why not get the bottle here? He jumped out of his convertible, and headed to the entrance. The door gave a little jingle when he opened it, and several customers automatically turned around to look at him. He gave a quick nod to them, and proceeded to the front counter.
“What can I get you, sir?” a chubby, older man behind the counter asked.
“Your finest champagne.”
“Yes, sir... I have just the thing,” the man replied as he disappeared into the back of the store.
Harry leaned on the edge of the counter, and began thinking of Hermione and Ron. He could just see them now, crying and hugging, professing their love for one another… Harry smiled wearily knowing the golden trio was about to end.
“Mr Potter. What an unexpected surprise,” sneered a familiar voice.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. The day had gone so well until now. The tall figure came up behind him, and just as Harry was going to turn around, the chubby cashier arrived with Harry’s champagne.
“Celebrating are we?” the man behind Harry asked. “And what might the occasion be? A wedding, perhaps?”
“An engagement party,” Harry said through clenched teeth.
“Well, then you wouldn't want that.” Addressing the cashier, his benefactor said smoothly, “David. Please bring Mr Potter the correct bottle.”
“Y-yes sir, right away, sir,” David stammered. And he disappeared again.
“So, who are you marrying, Mr Potter?” asked the voice behind Harry. “The Granger girl perhaps?”
“No,” Harry growled, fisting his hands.
“Ah, then it must be Mr Weasley.”
Harry whipped around, and came face-to-face with Lucius Malfoy.
“The two of them will make a lovely couple,” Lucius drawled with a smirk.
Harry scowled and his brows drew together, part in anger and the other in confusion.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “Certainly you didn't think I was referring to you and Mr Weasley? Really, Mr Potter,” Lucius tsked. “Those kinds of people do not exist in our world.”
The younger man’s eyes flared, and his lips went into a tight curl. He was almost ready to reach for his wand when David re-appeared.
“Here you are, sir.”
Harry spun back around. “How much?” he asked curtly.
“150 pounds, sir.”
Harry reached in his pocket, and threw some notes on the counter. Grabbing the bottle, he pushed his way past Lucius, and stormed out the door.
Lucius’ eyes twinkled as he whispered to himself, “Very interesting.”
~*~*~*~*~
Author Notes: Thank you to my wonderful beta’s!! Lady Jane, godinfiction, jade_skye, and auntbijou!
Chapter One
“You are coming, aren’t you Harry?”
“For the hundredth time, Ron, I’ll be there.”
“But what if she says no? I don’t know what I’d do. You have to come, Harry. She might say no.”
“Ron!” Harry said with some exasperation
“I know, I know. She’ll say yes,” Ron mumbled, reassuring himself.
“Everyone knows she’ll say yes. They’ve just wondered when you were going to ask her.”
“They did? I mean, they do?”
Harry bowed his head down, shaking it. “Honestly, Ron. Hermione has been waiting for this moment for three years!”
“She has?”
“I’m leaving now, Ron. You’re giving me a headache.”
“Harry! Wait! You are coming, aren’t you?”
Harry fingered his hair and pulled it up. “Ron!”
“Okay, okay,” he said sheepishly. Glancing away briefly, Ron bit his lower lip. “Harry?” he asked quietly.
Harry had the front door of the Burrow slightly open, but he stopped and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Ron,” he sighed.
“Are you bringing Stephan?”
Harry let out a breath of relief. “No. We broke up.”
“What? Why? I thought you two were getting on just fine.”
“Well, obviously not.”
Ron’s voice filled with concern. “Harry. That’s the fifth guy this year. I wish you’d…”
Harry cleared his throat. “I am not the one who is doing the breaking up part,” he said irritably.
Ron’s face turned scarlet. “Oh. Sorry, Harry.”
Harry grunted as he turned back to the door. “Bye, Ron.”
“Don’t forget! Tomorrow at 4:30!” Ron shouted after Harry. “Oh! And don’t forget the champagne!”
Harry waved his hand over his head, acknowledging him.
“Oh gods, oh gods. What if she says no?” the redhead whispered to himself.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry sped along the country road shaking his head. It was true. Harry had had many boyfriends since he graduated from Hogwarts four years ago. It wasn’t like he had never tried, though. In fact, he had tried too hard. Anything and everything they had wanted, he had given them. But sadly, Harry had never really got what he had wanted. And none of them were able to give it to him. So they left him in the end, and it was always the same:
“I love you, Harry and I know that you love me. But I just can’t do that.”
Harry sighed and wondered if they were right. Maybe he did want too much. Harry shook his head, trying to erase that thought. No, there must be somebody out there who would be able to give him what he needed. It might not be now or tomorrow or even the next day, but he knew that one day he’d find someone.
It was dark when Harry finally reached the city. He liked the city now. Funny how when he was younger he had hated the crowds of people who always had surrounded him, and now - he couldn’t live without them. The war was over, but there were still a lot of Death Eaters in hiding, so his job as an Auror was secure. Hermione was the editor of the Daily Prophet, and Ron coached Hogwarts’ students in Quidditch after Madam Hooch retired, leaving the position open. Ron almost cried when he had learned that he was accepted as the professor of the flying class, as well as the coach for the Gryffindor house. Hermione had also cried when she had become the editor.
For Harry, being an Auror was really quite easy. There wasn't as much excitement as one would think. Actually, it was really quite boring, and that drove Harry mad. So, needing some sort of excitement in his life, he chose to visit the Muggle bars, and watch the Muggle sports. Sure there was the telly, but it couldn’t replace the thrill of having the loud crowds yell in his ears. The pushing, the fighting, and the competition alone were just what Harry had craved.
Muggle bars and Muggle sports alike held Harry’s attention just by the smell alone. The smell of sweat turned him on, and he wanted to be as near it as much as possible. The gym was a good place, but it was lousy for finding men. Most of them were arrogant, and weren't interested in a skinny man like Harry. Well, he wasn't that skinny, but compared to the muscle-bound men that were there, he looked like a toothpick.
Harry’s thoughts suddenly came back to the present, and he grimaced as he took a turn too fast and almost hit a parked car. Cursing himself for not paying attention, he found the first Off-License store that he saw, and pulled over. Harry lived on the other side of town, but it didn't matter where he stopped. He’d have to drive back anyway, so why not get the bottle here? He jumped out of his convertible, and headed to the entrance. The door gave a little jingle when he opened it, and several customers automatically turned around to look at him. He gave a quick nod to them, and proceeded to the front counter.
“What can I get you, sir?” a chubby, older man behind the counter asked.
“Your finest champagne.”
“Yes, sir... I have just the thing,” the man replied as he disappeared into the back of the store.
Harry leaned on the edge of the counter, and began thinking of Hermione and Ron. He could just see them now, crying and hugging, professing their love for one another… Harry smiled wearily knowing the golden trio was about to end.
“Mr Potter. What an unexpected surprise,” sneered a familiar voice.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. The day had gone so well until now. The tall figure came up behind him, and just as Harry was going to turn around, the chubby cashier arrived with Harry’s champagne.
“Celebrating are we?” the man behind Harry asked. “And what might the occasion be? A wedding, perhaps?”
“An engagement party,” Harry said through clenched teeth.
“Well, then you wouldn't want that.” Addressing the cashier, his benefactor said smoothly, “David. Please bring Mr Potter the correct bottle.”
“Y-yes sir, right away, sir,” David stammered. And he disappeared again.
“So, who are you marrying, Mr Potter?” asked the voice behind Harry. “The Granger girl perhaps?”
“No,” Harry growled, fisting his hands.
“Ah, then it must be Mr Weasley.”
Harry whipped around, and came face-to-face with Lucius Malfoy.
“The two of them will make a lovely couple,” Lucius drawled with a smirk.
Harry scowled and his brows drew together, part in anger and the other in confusion.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “Certainly you didn't think I was referring to you and Mr Weasley? Really, Mr Potter,” Lucius tsked. “Those kinds of people do not exist in our world.”
The younger man’s eyes flared, and his lips went into a tight curl. He was almost ready to reach for his wand when David re-appeared.
“Here you are, sir.”
Harry spun back around. “How much?” he asked curtly.
“150 pounds, sir.”
Harry reached in his pocket, and threw some notes on the counter. Grabbing the bottle, he pushed his way past Lucius, and stormed out the door.
Lucius’ eyes twinkled as he whispered to himself, “Very interesting.”
~*~*~*~*~