Cat and Mouse

Author: : TheSiner
Title : : Cat and Mouse
Genre: : Romance/Humor
Pairing: : Harry/Lucius (main)
Other pairings: Ain’t telling you!
Summary: : There are always consequences to your actions. Lucius learns the hard way when he catches Harry, but something happens and it’s not so obvious who the cat is and who the mouse is anymore. Why Harry suddenly likes Lucius so much?
Rating: : It is bad enough, but could be worse.
Disclaimer: : These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates.
Warnings: : slash, mpreg, non-con sex (I guess - cos Harry is 16), no explicit sex, swearing, OOC, A/U (forget of HBP and OOTP), noncanon, bad grammar, soap-opera elements. Not explicit!!!
A/N: Setting – after Harry’s fifth year.
Complete: Yes (will be updated in seven parts)

A/N: You are about to read my story. Warnings are clear. Don’t like it, don’t read it.


CAT AND MOUSE

First Part

Harry Potter was restless. He had that really funny feeling as if something significant was about to happen. Something was definitely off. He couldn’t say what precisely was wrong with him, but things had changed or was in the process of changing. He could feel it with his whole being.
It had started when he was still at the Hogwarts, some time after winter holidays. At first Harry didn’t think that it was something of any significance, because he didn’t feel that bad and maybe it was just something… not important. A virus or one of those growing-up things. The teenager felt hot or restless and little bit itchy, sometimes he had trouble sleeping. However Harry wasn’t one to complain about such trivial matters.

Sweet Merlin! It was just a strange feeling! He didn’t want to worry his friends.

But then a week before his sixteenth birthday the feeling got worse. It was more intense than ever. Harry hardly got any sleep at night, he felt like climbing up the walls or jumping off the roof. He just couldn’t find peace anymore.

On July 30., fifteen minutes before midnight Harry couldn’t sit in his room any longer. He was burning and itching and suffocating in there. Something was crawling under his skin as if trying to break free, make its way out. What was happening? What was wrong with him? It was driving him mad!

Fuck, Voldemort! Fuck, Dumbledore and the Order, fuck Dursleys, wards and safety! I need to, get out need… to find… something…

Harry ran down the stairs, he left number 4 Privet drive and dashed down the street looking for that very special something that would ease his body and mind; stop the burning and terrible ache. Young mans heart was beating faster and faster. He needed to do something, something to get rid of unbearable pressure under his skull, get rid of that tension building up and threatening to explode somewhere deep inside him.

Am I loosing my mind?

The dark haired youth thought dropping on his knees on the lawn in the front of some nice, anonymous family house in Little Whining exhausted from the frantic race down the street. Harry was burning, he felt like bursting in flames!

Suddenly he had a feeling that he wasn’t alone anymore. There was someone else standing behind him, watching, Harry could almost…

…smell him? Weird…

Then, he heard a crack behind him, as if someone had stepped on a twig…

“Well, what an unexpected surprise Mr. Potter…” Harry heard a cold voice behind him.

And those were the last words Harry registered before darkness claimed him.


***

Lucius Malfoy could take the boy straight to his master…actually he should.

No. It was just past the midnight when he apparated into Malfoy Manor with unconscious Boy-Who-Lived in his arms. A perfect present for the Dark Lord. He couldn’t believe his luck when Dumbledore’s Golden boy left the area protected by wards when he was… investigating. This was going to ensure his position in the Dark Lord’s Inner Circle.

But Lucius Malfoy was not in the mood for all night long Death Eater ‘festivities’ (to ‘celebrate’ the remarkable event). And that would certainly happen when he presented Potter to his Master. Especially considering that those ‘festivities’ meant torture, killing and listening to the Dark Lord’s self-glorification accompanied by his fellow Death Eaters’ flattery.

He was tired of it.

Being a Death Eater was entirely different after His second rise. Since The Dark Lord was less human he understood other human beings and their needs even less than fifteen years ago. And Lucius had to admit that there wasn’t much humanity to start with.

In the beginning ‘The Death Eaters’ was kind of a private club for rich and influential purebloods who practiced some Dark Arts and political manipulation to fight boredom, to gain more money and power or following a family tradition. Besides they all shared common dislike for muggles. They had common goals and they united their efforts to achieve them. Powerful, intelligent and charming, Lord Voldemort was exactly the kind of leader who could gather those wizards around himself.

But that was more than fifteen years ago. World had changed, Lucius Malfoy was different and Voldemort was not the one he was then. Lucius was a rich, spoiled boy who was lured by promises of power, questionable ideals and ready to do anything to bring some action in his too good and too easy life. Not anymore.

The Dark Lord was also different. His ideas were too extreme, plans too rash, methods too messy. Lucius was by no means nice man, he could be cruel and implacable and short-tempered when angry. He could even kill without any remorse if he had to. But that didn’t mean he craved blood.
A Malfoy was never a butcher. He didn’t like blood on his clothes, people screaming, crying and soiling themselves by his feet. He didn’t take pleasure in killing helpless victims.
Lucius found Dark Lords inclinations tasteless. Malfoys had been esthetes for generations. He found his master tasteless. These red eyes and the snake’s face were honestly quite disgusting.
But… he had made his bed and now he had to sleep in it…even if he didn’t like the bed anymore and enjoyed his bedmates even less.

Speaking about beds…

Right now there was the lithe form of Harry Potter, The Savior of the wizarding world, laying on his bed.

And this is the Boy who infuriates my Master so much…The bane of his existence. This is ridiculous; the most powerful dark wizard since Grindewald is afraid of a mere boy.

Malfoy hadn’t seen the young wizard for a year or even longer. The Savior had changed a lot. Lucius was observing, trying to take in every detail, to figure out, what made the child so special. After looking at the boy for some time, he had to admit, that Harry Potter was a very special young man, but it had nothing to do with his magical talents or his scar.

Harry Potter was an ethereal being; his pale skin was seemingly radiating in the moonlight and standing out contrasting with the black satin sheets. Lithe body, small hands, longish, messy ebony locks, delicate features, pouty lips and long lashes; his appearance could make every girl envious; more than that - Harry could be mistaken for a girl himself. Boy’s battered T-shirt and well-worn muggle trousers (A/N: Lucius means jeans) made his fair beauty stand out even more in contrast. Lucius wondered what the green-eyed wizard’s hair would feel like as he ran his fingers through it.

A seraphic child. So beautiful thing. Such a pity that he will look more terrible than Dark Lord himself after all the torture tomorrow.
So calm sleeping there, breathing so evenly…almost angelic innocence…oblivious to his fate.

Now I am getting sentimental and ridiculous.

Lucius knew that he will not be sleeping tonight. Too much… thinking material. So he got curious. He wanted to know more about the boy. He wanted to learn what was so special about Harry Potter. He was loved or hated. The boy left no one indifferent.

Or maybe Lucius just wanted to see the boy’s eyes or maybe he just enjoyed playing with fire.

However Lucius draw out his wand.

“Finite incantantem,” he whispered.

The sleeping spell was broken and The Boy wiggled on the bed grunting, rolling on his back and stretching with almost feline sensuality arching his back, unintentionally drawing up his faded T-shirt and revealing some milk white skin and his flat belly.

Then boy suddenly turned on his side as if knowing that Lucius Malfoy was sitting in the chair right there, watching him.
Long, black eyelashes fluttered and next moment Lucius was staring in the two large liquid emeralds glowing in the dusky room were moon was the only source of light.
Brilliant green eyes looked at him beseechingly and the soft, pink lips twitched. Then Harry Potter did something next to impossible, he startled Lucius Malfoy, saying last thing which the older man expected.

“It is hot here,”

This was that one occurrence in millennia when a Malfoy was not able to come out with a proper retort. The boy should ask what was happening, where was he – something between those lines. Was it really hot?

Meanwhile Harry sat up his green eyes still locked on the pair of silver ones and a huge grin spread across his beautiful face. Lucius was mesmerized by the intensity of that gaze and by the energy those eyes radiated. Then the dark-haired beauty slowly pulled off his faded oversize T-shirt relieving well toned torso and pale, deliciously soft looking skin. The boy gazed at the man and grinned tasingly as if asking if Lucius liked what he saw. Oh, yes, he did.
Then the younger male climbed off the bed and walked towards the chair were his kidnapper was waiting in stunned silence.

“What are you doing, Mr. Potter?” Lucius managed to get past his lips. He had to ask. Malfoys had manners.

“Sshh.”

Whatever Lucius was going to say, was silenced by a finger gently brushing against his lips and Harry climbing on his lap, straddling his strong legs. The boy pulled out the black silk band holding Lucius’s hair and run his fingers through the silver-blond mane stopping at the nape of his neck, massaging it soothingly sending shivers of pleasure through older man’s body.

“What are you…,” the older man still tried to object. However he didn’t sound very convincing due to Harry Potter’s legs rubbing against his thighs and boy’s delicious body pressing closer to his.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” the boy purred.

Lucius felt hot breath caressing his ear.

“You smell so good. So right.”

Lucius couldn’t resist and ran his fingers down boy’s naked back feeling heated skin which was even softer than it appeared. Harry was already nibbling on his ear. When petal soft lips caressed the spot right below his ear Lucius’s breathe was taken away and he let out involuntary gasp when green-eyed nymph started trailing seductive kisses along his jaw line.

What I am doing?

What is he doing to me?

What I am letting him to do?

I shouldn’t…

Oh, Salazzar…


***

Lucius Malfoy was lying on his side of the bed and watching the sleeping youth tangled in the sheets besides him. So peaceful, innocent and sweet. Oblivious to everything. As if he was not supposed to be tortured and die today. As if he hadn’t just spent a night in Death Eaters arms.. A Death Eater who was suppressing desire to play with his captive’s unruly hair. The hair which was perfect to touch, to run one’s fingers through…

Damn you Harry Potter! It’s never simple with you, right?

Judging from last night Potter was far from innocent. Such…performance and immorality (referring to choice of the partner) can’t be acquired without a lot of practice. Who in their right mind would have seduced his kidnapper? Who would have thought that Dumbledore’s Golden Boy was such a whore? And a good one. Lucius felt a pang of jealousy wondering who could have trained his bed partner so well. Who else had tasted the delicacy which was Harry Potter before him?

That was just ridiculous. Jealousy and the fact that he just had one of the best nights in his life and with a Gryffindor boy of his son’s age! Worse! The-Boy-Who-Lived. His enemy.

Harry Potter was not his to keep.

And he was going to get Potter killed today… The boy was just a whore after all. Who else would share his enemy’s bed as The Hero did last night. But still, Potter was just a boy. Too young to die…

That moment the green eyes opened and Harry noticed who he was sharing his bed with. The boy immediately pulled the sheets up to his chin, trying to cover his naked body, to preserve his dignity. Lucius saw as some kind of realization dawned upon the delicate beauty and his eyes grew even wider if that was possible.

“Shit!”

Lucius raised an eyebrow trying to understand the strange reaction. Last night he seduced him, today the boy was blushing and could hardly look at him. Somehow Malfoy suspected that nothing was simple with Harry Potter. But with the ‘shit’ part he agreed.

“Indeed, Mr. Potter.”

Lucius smirked. He climbed out of the bed and exited the room not bothering to cover himself. Time to do what must be done. What a pity though.

***

Narcissa and Draco were visiting relatives in France. She wanted to buy some kind of magical artifact. House elves were keeping an eye on his young prisoner. And wards wouldn’t let him leave anyway. So Lucius took a long shower not bothering about Ha- Potter. Or trying to pry every memory of last night out of his mind.

Lucius pulled on a Slytherin-green robe and walked in his cabinet. He decided to go through the morning mail first. No need to hurry. He could turn in Ha-Potter any time. He had to think everything over after all. Decide how to use the boy to his advantage. Right?

“Lucius.”

An ill tempered voice rang from the fireplace.

“Severus, what a pleasant surprise. How is Hogwarts doing? What do I owe the pleasure?”

“Drop it! Why could I be calling? Potter of course. Haven’t you noticed that world revolves around him? Damn the brat!”

“Oh, really?” Lucius was amused. If Snape only new… But the man didn’t, he was there to bring a massage from their master.

“New instructions from our The Dark Lord. Concerning Potter. In case you run into Potter in a gay bar.”

“Hm, speaking in riddles my friend? Have you spent too much time in company of the barmy headmaster recently? I don’t really understand what you mean…”

***

After hearing out what Severus had to tell Lucius Malfoy was confused more than ever.

Those are the strangest instructions I have ever received. Maybe the Dark Lord finally lost it? Well, this is the first time when more morality could have saved someone’s life. But I am afraid this is not the case. But it’s always better to double check all facts. Besides I am curious. Not jealous, just curious.

When Lucius entered the room Harry was sitting on the bed. Fully clothed though. Looking like…

Hm, like a dear caught in the wand-light.

“Now, boy, answer my questions. And don’t dare to lie. You do understand that you are at my mercy here?” That was not a question.

Potter looked confused and lost and so young for a moment, that Lucius almost felt ashamed for what he did with the boy last night. Almost. Then Harry nodded.

“Good. Tell me, when did you loose your virginity?”

Harry’s face flushed crimson immediately.

Blushing virgin?

“I…er…” green eyes batted demurely.

“It is a simple question. When? And you can add who. Speak boy,” Lucius was getting impatient.

He caught a glimpse of anger in boy’s eyes burning with a green fire.

This must be famous Potter’s insolence Severus is always bitching about.

“Yesterday! You, bastard!” The boy finally shouted.

Such passion, he is even more beautiful when angry.

“I said, don’t lie to me,” no, Potter could not be a virgin. No way. Lucius couldn’t believe that the boy was a virgin. No virgin could do those things in the bed.

“I don’t! Why would I? Do you really think I am proud or happy about yesterday? I would be glad if that was not the truth!”

“Are you?” But the boy had a point.

That earned Lucius one more blaze of green fire and delight to see boy’s cheeks flush in anger.

“Of course not! Do you really think that was how I imagined it…I would like to tell that it was just…not my first time.” Harry cast down his eyes. He was confused and unhappy and all of his feelings were written all over his face.

Lucius studied The-Boy-Who claimed that he lost his virginity to a well-known Death Eater. No, boy was not lying; he was like an open book.

Lucius wanted to ask why. Really, why would boy seduce him that way? How could last night happen? And why was the boy so different today? Those questions were nagging him.
But if he asked, that would mean that he cared. He didn’t care, so asking was undignified. This situation was degrading enough already.

What made Harry Potter jump his enemy, a Death Eater? And how can someone so inexperienced be so good in bed…

It looked like the boy was confused and scared and ashamed himself. Lucius Malfoy almost felt like comforting the distressed child. Almost.

“I will offer you a deal, Potter,” making deals was something Malfoys were good at.

Harry lifted his head looking at Malfoy.

“I won’t turn you over to You-Know-Who,” Lucius offered.

The Gryffindor hero shot suspicious look at the infamous Death Eater.

“Why? Not because we ehe…”

“Had sex? Because you let me to fuck you?” Making Potter blush could become Lucius’s new favorite pastime. “Of course not. My reasons are none of your business.”

A glare. And a question:

“And what do you want for it? You want something, right?”

He has something in that pretty head after all…

“I will return you back were I found you, in return you will not tell anyone about what happened tonight, ever.”

Harry looked contemplative for a minute. This was so strange and confusing almost not real. But he was not going to push his luck.

“Deal.”

It looked like Harry Potter would come out relatively untouched from one more ordeal. Well maybe not completely untouched, Lucius smirked. And only because Lucius Malfoy couldn’t afford to let his master know that he managed to break a direct order from The Dark Lord. He deflowered The-Boy-Who-Lived. Those had been the strangest 24 hours in his life.

But Lucius Malfoy couldn’t stop wondering about the mystery that was Harry Potter after returning him to the Little Whining. Still, Lucius unwillingly admitted that he was somehow relieved that he didn’t have to give Potter to The Dark Lord.

***


When Harry stepped over the threshold of Dursley’s residence he came nose to nose with shabby looking, slightly disheveled and really worried Remus Lupin and was pulled in a tight hug.

“Harry! Oh, Merlin! Are you fine? Where were you? I came to check on you, I am waiting for two hours now,” Remus scolded.

“I was…er…walking. Um…in the park,” Harry hated lying, but he could not tell the truth, could he?

“Are you really fine, lad? Is everything, Ok? I haven’t seen you for ages! You look different somehow, reallyhandsome; must be growing up…but there is something queer about you…”

Don’t you think? After…no I am not thinking about the last night right now! Interesting if queer has the same second meaning also in wizarding world? Am I a queer? Am I gay? Am I crazy?

“I am fine, professor Lupin, really,” just a little bit sore…

“It’s Remus for you Harry. Happy birthday, kiddo! I brought you a present from Padfoot,” the man winked conspirationally.

“Thanks, Remus! Listen…maybe I could go to the Burrow for some? I could be really careful!” The boy tried with some desperation in his voice.

Remus sighed and sadness was obvious in his eyes: “I am sorry, Harry, but it wouldn’t be safe. Is it that bad here?”

Harry managed a small smile to calm his ex-professor: “Don’t worry. I will be fine; I just wanted to spend some time with Ron and Weasleys.” However he was certain that the Dursleys were not happy with him and Lupin’s visit would probably make them even angrier. That meant they would find a way to punish him.

***

The rest of Harry’s holidays went as usually. His friends were writing. The Dursleys were as terrible as usually. Nothing special. And what did Harry expected? Lucius Malfoy sending him flowers and a box of chocolate? Well, maybe it would be nice, after all they…

I mean after everything what happened that night…

Yes, that night. That was something confusing. Still. After thinking about it for… for almost every moment when Harry was awake and sometimes loosing sleep over it.
The young man just couldn’t understand what happened. He remembered everything, every (embarrassing) detail. Every touch and kiss and shiver. And he was not drunk or hexed or something. He was pretty sure of that. Yet he couldn’t believe and understand why he did what he did. He started it! Practically seduced Malfoy! He had wanted to have Lucius Malfoy in a very intimate way more than anything that night.

Harry Potter had no one to blame except himself. He was ashamed now. But he was not a bit ashamed then, it seemed a good idea, somehow. Was that a teenage-hormone thing? Oh, hell! What kind of hormones could make him so out of his mind? What if next time it would come over him with Ron around? Or Neville? Or Snape! Eww…

What came over me?

He just couldn’t figure himself out anymore.

***

Lucius Malfoy was rich, influential, pureblood etcetera, etcetera… He was one of the most powerful wizards in Great Britain. He had everything he wanted. Almost… But now he was sitting here in his cabinet, drinking and obsessing over a teenage boy. Why!?

It wasn’t like he had not had male lovers before. Malfoys had always appreciated beauty. And diversity. Gender was not an issue. It was not like Lucius had suddenly discovered something new and that was reason why he couldn’t stop thinking about the green eyed beauty, his delicious body, skin which was softer than rose petals, those sinful lips and sweet mouth driving him absolutely wild…

Pathetic!

Harry Potter was just a boy! Besides he was a boy of his son’s age! He would feel guilty for that night if he had conscience. What if he harmed Harry somehow… Lucius Malfoy didn’t do children! Not because they were young of course – no, because they were not worth it. Of course there was attraction of young flesh, no skill though.

But the dark haired Gryffindor was irresistible that night. It was perfect… so right.

And Malfoys didn’t bother with conscience or lack of it! Why couldn’t he just forget!


***

Harry was sitting in the compartment on the Hogwarts express and caching up with his friends. Everyone was acting a bit strange around him uh-ing and ah-ing, telling that he had changed a lot during the summer. Ron and Hermione gave him some strange looks when he came to spend some time at the Burrow a week before school started, but when he asked what was wrong, they said that it was nothing.

Harry couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. And then Lavender Brown squeezed herself in the seat between himself and Neville taking Harry under arm and telling him that he had grown and became really gorgeous during holiday. That made Harry’s face heat up; he flushed redder than a phoenix feather and murmured something incoherent. And then Seamus started shooting innuendos at the clueless and extremely shy Gryffindor. Fortunately Hermione and Ron shut Seamus up giving the Irish boy menacing glares.

Then suddenly compartment door slid open and there was an arrogant sneering blonde and his two goons. For a moment Harry almost thought that Lucius Malfoy was standing there. What an utter nonsense!

Something strange was in Draco Malfoy’s eyes for a moment as he looked at Harry Potter. But then he obviously recovered and regained his impeccable Malfoys’ composure.

“Well, well, look who’s here. The Scarehead and his griffindorks,” the blonde sneered.

“Get lost Malfoy!”

“Witty as always Weasley. And no manners at all. I just wanted to have a nice catch up chat with Potter here. So, how was your summer? I bet you had wonderful time with those muggles of yours.”

Before I had sex with your father or after – Harry was tempted to ask. He looked Malfoy in the eyes. Gray, almost the same cold, gray eyes as Lucius’s in the morning after. But he knew that it was possible to make them burn, light up with desire and burning passion…no, not going there. Malfoy just went on looking smugger than ever.

“…killed any Dark lords? Saved any blushing virgins? Oh wait, wait, I almost forgot, Potter himself here is a blushing virgin, so saving yourself also counts!”

Crabbe and Goyle were having their time of life laughing behind Malfoy. And worst of all Harry was really blushing now.

Hermione was holding back Ron whose face was redder than his hair now.

Seamus and Dean stood up ready to throw obnoxious Slytherin out.

“Oh, I can see when I am not welcomed. Besides I couldn’t stand looking at that ugly scar any longer anyway. I am already going and you Granger and Weasley should hurry too, or you’ll be late for the prefect’s meeting,” and with that Slytherins were gone.

Hermione shoot Harry apologetically look.

“Malfoy is a prat. Don’t listen to him, Harry. There is nothing wrong with waiting for the right person,” the bushy-haired girl stated using her maternal voice and shoot Seamus McGonalan like stern look to make sure he will not make any future embarrassing comments. Ron shot his friend an incredulous look which probably meant: ‘Smooth Hermione, you really know what to say to make a guy feel better.’ But he didn’t dare to say anything.

Right, person…yeah… Harry sighed.

***

The opening fest was as loud as usually. Some of the older students were trying to figure out what would the new DADA professor be like. Albus Dumbledore was prone to surprise everyone with his choices.

Meanwhile Harry was trying to be as invisible as he could what was close to impossible. During the sorting the first years were eyeing him with undisguised curiosity and he got an impression that even older students were looking at him as if they had never seen The-Boy-Who-Lived before. Harry was relieved when the headmaster finally finished his speech and proposed to ‘tuck in’ and everyone’s attention shifted to food.

Food was good. Dursleys had not been generous with food at all.

Harry was so happy being back at Hogwarts. This was home. Privet drive and Dursleys was reduced to a bad dream as soon as he was back here, in the world were he had friends who loved him and quiditch and anchovy. That was one more good thing about Hogwarts – if one really craved something it was on the table. And right now Harry was dying for anchovy.

“Eww! Harry! How can you eat that smelly stuff?” Ron wrinkled his nose.

“They are not that bad! Try some!” Harry teased.

“Oh, no, man! Take it away from me! Harry! I warn you!”

Gryffindor table erupted in laughter as Harry attempted to force feed his best friend anchovy and Ron was trying to wriggle away. Hermione just rolled her eyes murmuring something about immaturity and lack of table manners.

Ron and Harry groaned in unison after looking at their time tables. Double Potions first thing tomorrow morning. Hermione noted that they should be happy for being accepted at all, because if there were not direct orders from ministry Snape would only take students with outstanding mark in their OWL’s. Ministry must be planning to have more Aurors and Potions were obligatory to become one.

“That only means Snape will be even more of a bastard than ever,” grunted Seamus. Consentient sigh rustled across Gryffindor table.

Yeah, this was home.

***

Lord Voldemort was sitting in the dark room and thinking.

Interesting. Really interesting information and so easily obtainable. It was a good idea to research Potter’s family. And probably I am the only one who knows this. Who would have thought? No one. Only me.

They say that information is power. I am feeling really powerful right now.

No one had thought about running a simple blood test before. Oh, Dumbledore, Dumbledore, not that clever I see… Yes, but what to do about this new development? How to use it?

***

Harry had finished his detention with Snape, the damn bastard had made him scrub cauldrons for hours. His fingertips were red and sore. He closed the door and started walking down the hall, thinking about how much he detested his Potions professor.

When Harry turned round the corner he bumped into someone. Someone a lot taller than him.

“Sorry,” the boy muttered and lifted his head to see who he had run into. Harry found himself staring into a pair of silver grey eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered once more with much less confidence.

“But I am not. What a pleasant surprise Mr. Potter,” the handsome blonde smirked.

Harry however could only gape.

Idiot! Do something! Say something! Move!

But Harry’s body wasn’t listening to reason. There he was with his body pressed to the man of his dreams…no, the man who was plaguing his dreams. There was a difference. Harry hated Lucius Malfoy, everything about him – what he stood for, what he did, whose father he was. But his body just couldn’t hate Malfoy, his body still remembered man’s touch. The boy had never thought about running into Lucius Malfoy like this in the school. He was totally unprepared for a situation like this. This was a Death Eater, a man twice his age, Draco Malfoy’s father to whom he had lost his virginity for God’s sake!

Lucius Malfoy appeared calm and collected as usually, Malfoy’s were trained to keep up appearances from their birth. However underneath it all he was not faring much better. Having his young one time lover still pressed against him was too good to be true – boy was too occupied with gaping to notice that Lucius haven’t stepped away. Was this a dream? No. Not a dream. He could feel warmth radiating from the green-eyed nymph. He could smell this incubus who was plaguing his dreams and mind for two months now. It took all his will-power not to grab the Hogwarts Golden Boy, not to drag him in some dark corner and ravish.

He could see himself between a pair of milky thighs, buried deep inside the most welcoming heat…

No. Lucius Malfoy was not going to give into his madness. This was not the reason why he was in Hogwarts. Draco was waiting. Lucius took a step back.

“Have a nice day, Mr. Potter,” Lucius’s departure was as sudden as his appearance.

Harry realized that he was alone in the hall. It took him some time for to recover. To make his knees stop trembling.

What was Malfoy senior doing in Hogwarts?

***

Harry’s question was answered the next morning. He found out what exactly Lucius Malfoy was doing at Hogwarts.

It had started as an ordinary morning with Ron trying to coax Harry out of the bed. The red head was complaining that it was getting harder and harder to wake up his friend. That was true. Harry was sleeping a lot recently. He was just feeling tired. So the boy was sleeping, napping and dozing off. But he wasn’t complaining. At least the nightmares were not troubling him as much.

Boys met Hermione in the common room and walked to the Great Hall. It was obvious that something had happened. There was whispering and Harry just hoped that it wasn’t about him this time.

Three of them sat down in their usual places.

“What’s up, guys?” Asked Ron.

“Take a look!” Dean Thomas shoved ‘Daily Prophet’ in their direction.

“Oh, my,” gasped Hermione.

“Holy shit!” Exclaimed Ron.

“Ronald! Language!” Chided Hermione. Ron just rolled his eyes.

Harry was speechless.

Narcissa Malfoy was dead.

***

Everyone was talking about the death of Narcissa Malfoy. The article in ‘The Daily Prophet’ didn’t say much. They were writing about some kind of accident, but information was vague. Her funeral would be tomorrow.

“Do you think Lucius Malfoy killed his wife?” Seamus asked.

“Dunno, but I think he could,” Ron added.

Harry’s face heated up. How dared they! He wanted to say something, to defend Lucius; the man was not that bad. He didn’t turn him over to Voldemort after all and he was very gentle when they…err…yes… Harry remained silent. What could he say?

But I’ve seen him naked!

Yeah, that would definitely take their minds off the idea that the man himself finished off his spouse. Harry realized that he hadn’t thought much about Narcissa and the fact that Malfoy was married. Well, one more reason to feel miserable. He had an affair with a married man. A widower now. How did Harry feel about it? Malfoy was free now… No, no… He was not thinking about it.
What would he do now? Owl Malfoy, tell the man that since his wife was dead, Harry would be glad to take her place…No, he even didn’t want Malfoy, he just couldn’t stop thinking about him!

It turned out that Draco Malfoy had left the school for the funeral and to spend some time at home with his father. Draco was a pain in the ass, but Harry couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He knew how much loosing one’s parents could hurt.


TBC


A/N: Leave a bit of feedback, alright?
This is one of my first stories which means i don't especially like it anymore, but still decided to post it (if someone hasn't red it yet) to make it more available to readers. I know how desperate HP/LM readers can get - sometimes there's just NOTHING new!