Trouble

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Thanks to my beta, knightmare, and to Eeyore, for hand-holding. *blows kisses*


Song lyrics by Coldplay

Oh no, I see,
A spider web is tangled up with me,


Malfoy Manor was lit so brightly that it could be seen from miles around - if an Unplottable, Imperturbable, invisible house could be seen. Guests could be spotted wandering past the ornate French doors that led out into the fragrant gardens, chattering, drinks in hand. A party was going on. A party unlike any other that had ever been held at the ancestral home of the Malfoy family was taking place on a balmy, late June evening.

The guest list alone would have had the portraits of the Malfoy ancestors screaming like scalded cats, had not Lucius Malfoy Silenced them. Unlike the awful portrait of the Black matriarch hanging at Grimmauld Place, the Malfoy ancestors could be quieted. Lucius saw to that. The Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall, was currently deep in conversation with Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks glued to his side. Severus Snape talked strategy with Alastor Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt, as Arthur and Molly Weasley looked on. Bill Weasley and his beautiful wife, Fleur Delacour-Weasley, laughed over some silly anecdote put forth by the Weasley Twins. But, perhaps the strangest gathering was the group of seventh year students commandeering the long sofas near the marble fireplace.

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and his younger sister, Ginny, Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy sat quietly, discussing the events of the past year. It had been a difficult one, following the death of Albus Dumbledore, the capture and release of Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy, the headlines-grabbing pardon of Lucius Malfoy following the grisly murder of his wife…there was no end of topics to go over.


And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,


A Pensieve was what had saved the lives of Snape and Draco, when the memory of Dumbledore extracting an Unbreakable Vow from Snape to kill him, to prevent Draco from committing murder, was found in the quarters of the slain Headmaster. A few drops of Veritaserum, and both Severus and Draco were free. Upon seeing this, and knowing that he could no longer blame the Potions master, Harry broke down, inconsolable. He had shut himself away from everyone and everything, first grieving, then carrying on with the plan that Dumbledore had laid before him: find the remaining Horcruxes and destroy them. This he had done on his own. Harry had returned to Hogwarts in late October, exhausted, gaunt and not a little unstable. It had taken several months of healing, both physical and mental, before Harry would allow himself to be around his friends again. In an unusual twist, it was the news of the murder of Narcissa Malfoy, delivered by Lucius, which brought Harry back from the brink. Here, at last, was a murder that he didn’t feel that he’d caused, yet the one that brought the powerful Malfoy patriarch to the side of Light.

Harry spent hours with Lucius Malfoy, both talking and training. Here was the fount of knowledge that he’d needed all along. Severus was superior is this area as well, but he had spent years away from the inner circle, whereas Lucius had been in the middle of it. From Lucius, Harry learned the strengths and weaknesses of the most dangerous of the Death Eaters. He also learned how to fight like one. While studying defense was a necessity, learning offense was essential. And Lucius was a master.


Oh no what’s this?
A spider web, and I’m caught in the middle,


As the guests began to leave, and couples began to drift off, Harry found himself on the patio, staring off into the beautifully landscaped rose garden. He sighed deeply.

This party had been Lucius’ idea. The battle was scheduled for the next day, when the Order would engage Voldemort and his followers in the Little Hangleton graveyard. Lucius had it on good authority that there would be a large gathering there, where an attack would be planned and later carried out. They, the Order, planned to disrupt the gathering in full force. So thinking, Lucius opened the Manor to all Order members, affording all one last night of togetherness, for who knew who’d be alive the next day?

Harry had watched as various couples came together and split off, Draco and Blaise heading for Draco’s rooms, Ron and Hermione walking down towards the lake. He’d lost sight of Ginny and Neville, but hoped that they found comfort with each other. And, as usual, he ended up alone, with only his thoughts for company.


So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I’ve done,


“May I join you?” a deep voice from behind him asked. Harry turned to see Lucius leaning against the doorframe.

“Sure,” Harry said, taking a seat at the white wicker table, Lucius sitting across from him. “Can I ask you a question?”

Lucius gave an incline of his head.

“Why did you help me this year? I mean, it was kind of my fault that you went to prison. And yet, you came to Hogwarts to help me train. I don’t understand.”

“I suppose it had to do with Draco, initially,” Lucius answered slowly.

“Draco?”

“In part. My son, my only child, was asked to kill because of my failure. He was told that if he failed, he and his mother would be killed. Draco did what he did because he had no other choice. But…the thought of those Death Eaters in the school that night…that psychotic werewolf, Fenrir…when a werewolf is hungry, Harry, it will feed. It will not discern between Pureblood and Mud…Muggle-born …surely you know this?”

“I do,” Harry said, thinking of the Wolfsbane Potion that Remus was forced to take for the rest of his life.

“And once the bloodlust starts, it’s hard to let go, to pull back…I know. They could have decimated the school, and then what? For what? It is one thing to want to keep bloodlines pure, to keep power in one’s family…it is quite another to kill children for sport.”

“But I thought that that was what Death Eaters did,” Harry replied. “Kill and torture for sport.”

“Sometimes,” Lucius said softly. “Terror is a seductive thing, Harry. When you have someone at your feet, begging for mercy and you alone have the power to grant it or no, that is…a most potent feeling. But when you start to see your own son’s face on that of your victims…your wife’s, your best friend’s…” Here, Lucius trailed off.

I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.

“Are you sorry?” Harry asked.

“For some things,” Lucius said. “But mostly, I am sorry that my thirst for power cost me the life of my wife, and the respect of my son. It has taken until this time to win a place in Draco’s eyes again, but the thought that I was doing this, supposedly for him, only to come so close to losing him for that very same cause was more than I could bear.” Lucius raised a pale, long-fingered hand and rubbed his temple. “They tortured her, you know.”

Harry’s eyes widened. No one knew exactly what had befallen Narcissa Malfoy. He only knew that he’d seen the most feared Potions master that Hogwarts had ever produced fall to the floor, shaken by the force of his sobs. That had scared Harry more than Voldemort ever had.

“Oh yes,” Lucius continued. “She was captured as she tried to escape to the safe house that Dumbledore had apparently promised Draco would shelter them. She and Draco were separated, and as he turned back, she was taken. He was hit with a Cruciatus spell, and couldn’t follow her. They took her to Him. She wouldn’t tell Him where Draco was going. So, He broke into her mind…tossed out bits and pieces of our lives together for the amusement of the others…since she didn’t know the exact location, she couldn’t tell Him anything…so he let Bella torture her. And then, they gang-raped her…all of the men, one after the other…they ripped her apart…” Lucius’ voice broke.

“Please,” Harry whimpered. “No more…”

“I’m sorry,” Lucius replied quietly, brushing a tear from his own cheek, then reaching over to do the same to Harry. “I never meant to…it’s been eating away at me for so long…”

Realization dawned. “You killed Bellatrix, didn’t you?” Harry asked.

“Yes. I and Draco. I felt that he had earned the right,” Lucius said, his features twisting. “We took our time. I made sure of that. She begged for death by the time we were willing to grant it…and then we withheld it a little longer.” This last statement was accompanied by a smirk, the one that used to give Harry the shivers.

“She killed my godfather. I’m glad she’s dead,” Harry muttered.

“I’m afraid that Rudolphus is quite angry with me,” Lucius said with a grin. “You will save him for me, won’t you?”

Harry, horrified as he’d been a moment ago, grinned back. “He’s all yours. If you can, let Neville get in a few licks, okay? He owes him.”

“True. I’ll try.” Lucius stood up, stretching his long limbs. “I fancy a walk around the garden. Join me?” He held out a hand. Harry hesitated briefly, then took it, allowing Lucius to pull him to his feet. They walked along the path, talking of inconsequential things. It took Harry a while to realize that Lucius had not let go of his hand.


Oh no I see,
A spider web and it’s me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in my little bubble,


“Harry? Would you mind if I asked a personal question?”

“No, go ahead.”

“Why are you alone tonight? I mean, why are you not with…”

Harry stopped walking and turned to look up into Lucius’ silver-blue eyes. “I guess…no one wants to be with me,” he answered.

“Are you not seeing someone? I would have thought…with the battle and everything…”

“I’ve been kind of closed off from everyone this year,” Harry started. “After last summer…and then, after I went back to Hogwarts, there was that time when…”

“I remember,” Lucius said.

“Well, I wasn’t in much shape to date. And, well…I hadn’t exactly come out yet, either, so…”

This garnered Harry a cocked eyebrow from Lucius.

“Yeah…like you didn’t know?” Harry countered, lifting up their still clasped hands. Lucius made as if to let go, but Harry tightened his grip slightly. “Anyway, I sort of edged my way slowly into things. A snog here, a grope there…a quick blow job in the Quidditch locker room…finally, there was a guy from Hufflepuff that I saw off and on for awhile…I snuck into his dorm on a Hogsmeade weekend, and we did it.”

“How was it?” Lucius asked.

“All right, I guess. It hurt like hell,” Harry said, chuckling. “Actually, it hurt for both of us. We were both virgins, so…no amount of reading can prepare you. It only tells you how to do it.”

Lucius smiled. “Did you ever tell anyone?”

Harry wrinkled his nose. “No, but guess who figured it out?”

This time, Lucius laughed. “Draco.”

“Draco,” Harry said in agreement. “Wanker. You know what he said?”

“Tell me.”

“He pulled me aside and said, “Potter, if it hurts that much still, either you just finished, or you didn’t do it right.” The two men shared a heartfelt laugh. “He then sat me down, and told me Draco’s Rules For Amazing Sex.”

“Did it work?” Lucius asked.

“Yeah, it got a little better…but I only saw Kevin for a short time. After that, I just didn’t bother. I was busy, then the attacks started…” Harry sighed.

“You shouldn’t be alone tonight. Especially tonight,” Lucius said.

It was Harry’s turn to cock an eyebrow. “Are you offering?” he asked cheekily, thinking towards keeping the easygoing banter alive. He wasn’t prepared, however, for Lucius’ serious answer.

“Considering that tomorrow might be the end of one or both of us, I would hate to know that you had never been properly fucked.” Lucius pulled Harry closer to him. “Besides, I feel that I have much to atone for.”

Harry tilted his head upwards. “As do I. I’ve never properly thanked you for all of your help this year.”

“Not shy anymore, are you?” Lucius asked, cupping Harry’s cheek.

“Was I ever?” Harry countered, leaning into the warm hand. He pinned Lucius with a gaze. “Teach me something,” he murmured, raising his free hand to pull Lucius’ lips to his own.


Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.


“Well, here’s a place I never thought I’d see,” Harry said, looking around the master suite. With only a few candles burning, it was difficult to see much. Of course, the four-poster bed took up a great deal of the center of the room. Hand carved mahogany posts, head and footboards gleamed in the candlelight, midnight blue silk sheets begged to be draped carelessly across naked limbs, fluffy silver and blue pillows waited to cradle a weary head. Harry decided that if he lived through tomorrow, the first thing that he would do upon leaving Hogwarts, would be to find a place to live, and make owning a bed like this his first priority.

“I trust it meets your approval,” Lucius smiled, walking over to the bed in question and sitting on the edge. He beckoned Harry closer. Harry stood in the vee of Lucius’ legs, hands on the blond wizard’s shoulders. “Now, my jade-eyed warrior, what would you have me do?” Lucius asked, placing his hands at Harry’s hips, smoothing them up and down.


They spun a web for me,

Harry leaned forward until his forehead touched that of the man in front of him. “Love me slowly, then fuck me hard. I want to be able to still feel you in me when I wake up in the morning.”

With a growl, Lucius spelled their clothes off, not able or willing to wait, and tossed Harry over onto the bed.

Harry felt the air whoosh from him at the landing, but never lost his grip on the powerful man. “I trust,” he said panting slightly, “that plan meets your approval?”

“Absolutely,” Lucius answered, leaning over and kissing Harry deeply. Sweeping his tongue over Harry’s lips, he felt the Gryffindor open for him, and dove in. He tasted sweet, and eager, and impossibly young.

“Yesss,” Harry sighed into the blond’s mouth, bringing his arms up to hold on tightly to the broad shoulders and back. He slid a hand into the heavy mane of hair, pulling Lucius to him.

Lucius lowered his body onto Harry’s, both men moaning at the contact of skin against skin. He broke the kiss, sliding his lips over Harry’s neck, sucking at the place where neck and shoulder met, moving lower to catch a nipple between his teeth. He worried it softly, licked it gently, then afforded the other the same treatment. Encouraged by Harry’s cries of pleasure, he continued his descent, darting his tongue in and out of the brunet’s navel. He traveled lower, sucking kisses along the insides of Harry’s thighs, which he had so thoughtfully spread wide for him. Here he stopped, caressing the sensitive skin with his fingers.


They spun a web for me,


“Lucius, please,” Harry moaned softly. “Please don’t stop…I need you…touch me, please…”

Lucius grasped the heretofore ignored cock in front of him and squeezed. “You want this?”

“Gods, yes.”

“Tell me…tell me what you want…”

“Your mouth…I want your mouth on my cock,” Harry cried unabashedly.

“Merlin, you are beautiful when you beg,” Lucius said, swiping his tongue over the head, gathering the pool of pre-come that had oozed from the tip. “And you taste heavenly,” he concluded, before swallowing him.

“Gods, Luciussss!” Harry cried out, trying to push himself in deeper. But Lucius gripped his hips tightly, holding him down. Harry panted and moaned as the talented mouth of the blond slid up and down his aching shaft, tongue pressed against the large vein. Just when Harry thought that he could take it a second longer, Lucius hummed, sending Harry teetering on the brink. With a jerk and a scream he came, pouring his seed down Lucius’ welcoming throat. The blond swallowed the offering, releasing the flesh as it went from sensitive to slightly painful.

“I wish that you could see what I see,” Lucius said hoarsely, moving back to the head of the bed. “Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes are shining, and your body is trembling. Beautiful.” He caressed Harry’s cheek with the back of his hand. “What have you done to me, little one?” He placed a kiss on Harry’s slightly parted lips. “Roll onto your side,” he instructed.

Harry did, putting his back to Lucius’ front. He sighed deeply as Lucius once again started to kiss his way down, over shoulder blades and upper back, along the spine and down to the cleft of his arse. Harry didn’t dare ask what Lucius was doing, but, as soon as he felt the tingle of the cleaning spell, he found that he didn’t have to. Lucius nudged his leg forward, rolling Harry onto his stomach, and passed his tongue over Harry’s opening. Harry had never done this, had only ever heard about it in passing from Draco, and had no idea that something so…debauched could feel so fucking good.

“Oh, gods, yes,” he wailed, rubbing his re-energized cock against the sheets, seeking desperately for a bit of friction. But Lucius had anticipated this as well, and stopped. “Wha…” Harry gasped. “No, Lucius, please don’t stop!”

“Then you stop frotting the bed,” Lucius said, catching Harry’s eye.

“Frot…that has a name?” Harry asked, amazed.

Lucius laughed delightedly. “Oh, my sweet Gryffindor, you will live tomorrow, I will see to it. You have so much still to learn. And I can’t wait to teach you. Now,” he continued, running a hand over Harry’s arse, “hold still, close your eyes. And feel. Feel everything.” And with that, he resumed.

He slid his tongue inside Harry’s passage, using first his tongue, then a finger, to loosen the tight ring of muscle. He became lost in the taste, the feel, the wonder that was Harry Potter. It had been long since he’d taken a male lover, and he was reliving the sensations that he could only have with such a lover. It was all that he could do to not come himself, listening to Harry keen and sob as he stretched the brunet carefully. Deeming him ready, Lucius uttered a lubrication spell. Sliding up and molding his body to the man in front of him, he guided his cock in slowly, not stopping until he was fully seated, and nearly coming undone as Harry arched back into him.

“Okay, love?” he whispered.

“Oh Merlin, yes,” Harry whimpered. “Fuck me, Lucius, please!”

They moved together, Harry’s head resting in the crook of Lucius’ shoulder, arm thrown behind him and fingers twined into those glorious blond locks. Lucius held Harry close, one hand under him, one hand resting on his hip. First sliding slowly in and out of the tight heat of Harry’s body for some time, Lucius upped the pace, thrusting deeply, finding and nailing Harry’s prostate with every stroke. Finally, approaching his own orgasm, he wrapped his long fingers around Harry’s cock, fisting it in time to his movements, and, with a gut wrenching groan, came as he hadn’t in years, came groaning and shaking and bringing Harry with him. He devoured Harry’s mouth, muffling the sounds of their release only slightly, and, utterly spent, flopped over onto his back, dislodging himself from Harry with a soft pop. He had just enough energy to mutter a cleaning spell, and rolled the still shaking brunet over and into his arms. He closed his eyes, resting for a moment.


They spun a web for me.


“Lucius?” Harry whispered into the dark.

“Hmm?”

“I’m scared.”

Lucius opened his eyes, and looked down into impossibly wide, impossibly green ones. “Of tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Harry said.

“So am I, love,” Lucius confessed. “But we will fight nonetheless. And we will fight well. That’s all any man can ever do.”

“I guess you’re right.” Harry paused. “And after?”

“After?”

“Well, you said you had a lot to teach me,” Harry reminded him.

“Oh yes, loads,” Lucius said, smiling. “You don’t want to miss out on that, do you?”

Harry laughed quietly. “Guess I’d better win then, huh?’

Lucius kissed Harry sweetly, lovingly. “Guess you’d better.”


~fin~