Boy Talk

A/N: This is the result of a bunny that bit me. I decided to write a couple of bridging drabbles to continue the series. Thanks to Eeyore, Ali and knightmare for the beta!


Lucius had been out of town on business for a week, and Harry was going spare.

Since their trip to the chateau, Harry had been feeing anxious, nervous. He was afraid that Lucius had picked up on Harry’s feelings for him, and was, even now, attempting to distance himself. The fact that Lucius fire-called him every night seemed to have slipped his mind at the present.

Did I give away too much? Harry wondered. Had he been making doe-eyes at the man? Acting particularly needy? He didn’t think so, but, given the maelstrom going on in his stomach these days, Harry didn’t know what to think.

And so, he found himself at the Three Broomsticks, nursing a Firewhisky, looking into the amber liquid as if it held the secrets of the universe, or, at least, his current dilemma.

“All right there, Scarhead?” an amused voice asked. Harry looked up, smiling.

“Hey, Ferret,” he replied in greeting.

Draco kissed Harry’s cheek, then sat down. “Drowning your sorrows?” Draco inquired, signalling Madam Rosemerta for a drink.

“Not really,” Harry said.

“Did…did something happen? Between you and my father, I mean?” Draco asked, concern marring his features. He accepted his drink and took a swallow.

“No, no, I just…” Harry trailed off, sighing.

“What is it, Harry?” Draco reached across the table, taking Harry’s hand. “Maybe I can help.”

Harry took a deep breath. “IthinkIminlovewithLucius,” he expelled in a rush.

“Sorry?” Draco queried.

“I think I’m in love with Lucius,” Harry repeated.

“Are you? But that’s great!” Noting the crestfallen look on his friend’s face, he continued, “Isn’t it?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know what to do,” Harry all but wailed. “All I know is, when I’m with him, everything is brilliant. And when I’m not…” Harry sighed.

“I’m…not getting the problem here, Harry,” Draco said. “Does Father feel the same?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said, casting his eyes to the scratched table. A lone tear travelled down his cheek. “You know how he is. He keeps so much inside, still. Even when…even when we make love, he’s restrained, like he doesn’t want me to see what he truly feels. I know that he enjoys what we do. And when we were at the chateau, Draco, it was amazing! Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, Harry, anything,” Draco assured him.

“Promise you won’t say a word?”

“Not one word, I promise,” Draco replied.

“He let me top him, Draco,” Harry whispered to his friend. “And I know that he enjoyed it.”

Draco sat back, astonished. “Whoa.”

“Yeah.”

Draco tried to gather his thoughts. His father was a complex man, seemingly difficult to know or understand. He kept his own counsel, and always had. It was rare that he let anyone in. And yet, Harry had managed to do so, to get in. Draco had noticed the change in his father from last summer. He smiled and laughed more readily, and didn’t seem to carry the burdens from the past as he had been wont to do. In short, Harry was good for his father.

And Harry…Harry also seemed more upbeat, more vivacious. How could this not be a good thing? Having made up his mind, he spoke.

“I think you should tell him, Harry,” he began. Sensing Harry was about to protest, he held up a hand. “Hear me out. You love him. I’m sure that he has deep feelings for you. He’s my father, Harry, I know his moods. I know that he’s happier since you’ve been together. And, isn’t it better to know now than to go on and possibly be hurt down the road?”

“I suppose,” Harry said in resignation.

“Talk to him, Harry. Soon.”

“All right.” Feeling a bit better, Harry drained his mug and signalled for another. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Draco waited until their drinks were deposited on the table. “What’s on your mind?”

“You. Why did you and Blaise break up?” Harry asked.

“Ah.” Draco rubbed his upper lip with a finger. “Blaise and I were a lot like you and I were. Friends with benefits.” Draco smirked, and, at Harry’s soft chuckle, continued. “I always had a thing for Sev, you know.”

“I thought so,” Harry replied, grinning. “I didn’t buy that ‘teacher’s pet’ shite for a minute.”

“Yeah, well,” Draco said, a faint blush tingeing his cheeks, “Sev wouldn’t give me the time of day. Not while I was still a student. Anyway, Blaise and I decided that we were better off friends, and broke it off. I waited a bit, then approached Sev again. He was more…amenable to my request by then.”

Harry displayed an evil grin. “It’s his voice, isn’t it? It makes you want to just drop trou and bend over, doesn’t it?”

Draco sprayed butterbeer over the table. “Harry, damn!” he spluttered, laughing. With a conspiratorial wink, he divulged, “Yeah, it does. He talked me into an orgasm once. Never laid a hand on me. It was brilliant.”

The two friends laughed and joked, and something eased in Harry’s chest. He thought that things might just turn out okay.