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Discretion Required	By : Ruhgozler Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Discretion Required
- 2-About the sequel...
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Disclaimer: JK Rowling created the Harry Potter characters. I'm just using them in my own plot.

This fic is part of the 'Beloved Enemies' Harry/Lucius Fuh-Q-Fest (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HarryxLucius/).

Response to challenge: #73. Harry answers a personals ad in the Daily Prophet. They correspond, like each other and decide to meet. Of course Harry is a little startled when his date turns out to be Lucius Malfoy. (Maeglin Yedi)

A/N's: How Wizarding Personals Ad Post works. Subscribers choose an original code name, which acts as a magical address. Owls know where to find the person who belongs to the code name. It's Magic.

Laevus is Latin for "left hand". Think "The Dark Lord's left hand man."

Thank you Lillian and SilexCat for being my muses. Thank you QrYx for being a beautiful beta.

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As they sat in the bar, Harry just stared at his best friend over the rim of his glass. "Huh’"

"I said, you would be much better company if you would get laid once in awhile," reiterated the red head.

"Yeah well that’s a problem isn’t it? My lawyers are still trying to prevent the last boyfriend I had from publishing his memoirs," Harry grumbled into his drink. "Voldemort’s dead and I still can’t get any peace. Pun intended."

They had been out of school for five years now. Voldemort was destroyed three years ago. Life should have been good. Unfortunately Harry was not able to live up to the expectations of the Wizarding World. He was supposed to be the Golden Boy, supposed to marry a nice girl and beget a dozen happy children.

So he lived in fear of the news that he was gay hitting the street. Only Ron, Hermione, most of the Weasleys and a few other people knew. He was a celebrity and therefore supposed to be perfect. It played hell with his love life.

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Two days later, Harry sat at his kitchen table perusing the singles ads in the back of The Daily Prophet. A few looked like they might have possibilities but nothing had really struck him yet. Finally about a third of the way through the "Wizard Seeking Wizard" section, one seemed to jump off the page at him.

Extremely attractive, middle aged, married wizard seeks attractive, younger wizard for mutual pleasure. Possible long term arrangement. Discretion is of course, paramount. Reply to: Laevus

Hmmm, an older, married lover’ Now that could be just the thing. He would have experience and there would be no worry of him revealing the relationship to anyone or of him wanting a formal commitment. Harry decided to give this one a reply.

//Laevus, I found your ad in The Daily Prophet. I would like to learn more about you. I think we are looking for the same thing. Discretion is vital. A little about myself: Single, black hair, green eyes, medium height, well toned but slim body, attractive, early twenties, somewhat experienced. I'm not interested in games, just a really good, private, casual sex relationship. Does this sound like what you are looking for? Reply to: Still Living//

As Hedwig took off with the letter, Harry wondered if he was going to regret this.

The next morning, a large, fierce looking, horned owl delivered a response.

//Still Living, Yes, this does sound like what I am looking for. You will forgive me for not revealing my identity just yet. I also do not wish to play games. Power play is for business, not pleasure. Our meetings would be completely private. The locations would be mutually agreed upon, neutral territory. Now, on to other business, I suggest we attempt to see if we find each other intriguing enough to meet. That said, I top and bottom with a preference for top. I prefer my lovers’ young, attractive and exclusive. I have found that although the first "date" is exciting, it is the later ones that bring the most pleasure once the two involved learn what pleases each other most. However, I warn you that I have no qualms about kicking out someone that I find vile.

Tell me more about what you like. How do you feel about oral stimulation? Sincerely, Laevus//

‘Well, let’s get right down to business then shall we?’ thought Harry. After much consideration and several false starts he managed to pen a note to be delivered the following morning.

//Laevus, I prefer bottom myself most of the time. The feel of my lover losing control deep inside me and moaning in my ear drives me over the edge. I love knowing that I am the reason he is losing control. Oral sex is exciting. Would you like me down on my knees in front of you running my tongue along your shaft and swallowing you?

Most sincerely, Still Living//

Once again the following day saw a reply from Laevus.

//Still Living, Ah, yes, definitely yes to your last question. I think I would quite enjoy tangling my fingers in your hair while coming down your throat. Well, we appear to have some compatible tastes then. Are you looking for a one night stand or something long-term? I have already expressed my desire on this point. Pardon me for asking, but just why are you looking? If you are young and attractive it seems to reason that you would have many lovers to choose from. For myself, I have some rank and social standing. It would be quite devastating to be discovered not only having an affair but with a man no less. Needless to say my wife would give birth to kneazles if she found out.

Anxiously, Laevus//

Keeping with the pace they had set, Harry sent his reply the next day.

//Laevus, I’m afraid I’m quite well known. Yes, I could have any "woman" I wanted. Unfortunately I don’t want any of them. It is pretty taboo even in our society for a celebrity to be gay. I find it hard to have any sort of relationship. I don’t want a repeat of my last one. My lawyers are still fighting to keep that bastard’s mouth shut. I would really like something long term but casual. So, even though neither of us wants to play real dom/sub games we both understand the excitement of the positions.

Still Living//

Harry found himself more and more anxious to meet this man. Every other day he found himself bounding out of bed to wait for the morning owl.

//Still Living, Yes. I have to admit that I truly enjoy having my lover below me. Not that I don’t enjoy bottoming occasionally, I don’t want you to think that you would never be able to top. I just find it more exciting to top. Well, discretion does seem to be assured. Would you like to meet this weekend? My schedule is free. I know an inn that prides itself on the privacy it offers its patrons. We could reserve a private suite, have dinner and see how things go.

Laevus//

This time he broke from their tradition and sent an immediate response.

//Laevus, Yes. I think that would be all right. Where is the inn? Say Saturday around 5:30? I understand completely. Once in awhile I get the urge to top and it is good to know that you are open to that. Mostly though I would prefer to feel you thrusting in me.

Still Living//

Only a few hours later he received an answer.

//Still Living, That would be agreeable. Just tell the floo network "Clandest Inn" and you will be delivered to the lobby. Ask for Laevus’ room. Oh yes, that is quite agreeable. Laevus//

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Harry stepped through the door of the suite and activated the privacy wards as it shut. There on the couch he could see what promised to be a gorgeous body once the trousers were off. He took a couple of steps forward, removing his cloak as he went. The man lifted his head and stared in shock. Harry froze and his cloak fell to the floor from twitching fingers. "You!" Harry gasped. "It can't be you."

"You must be kidding," sneered Lucius. "Well, now I understand the nickname."

Harry just stood there utterly stunned. His cloak was pooled at his feet and his hand was frozen still in mid-movement.

Lucius was looking at Harry very intently. His gaze took on a certain... hunger. He propped himself up on one elbow and languidly ran his fingers across the bedspread. In one short moment with a minimum of movement he had managed to display himself perfectly. The words: sex and god and oh and please reverberated in Harry’s mind. "Hmmm," Lucius purred. "Perhaps you should sit down. This could be quite the perfect arrangement."

"What do you mean’" choked Harry.

Harry’s eyes followed Lucius’ hand as it stroked first his smooth, well-formed, chest then his tightly clad thigh. "Think about it Harry. We both want discretion. We are both quite attractive. We have determined that our tastes are most likely compatible. I’m sure both of us would rather see the return of the Dark Lord before telling anyone of this. It could be the perfect arrangement."

Harry took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. A few letters and suddenly he, the hero of the Wizarding World, was here in a hotel room staring at the half naked body of the servant of his mortal enemy, and rock hard. Once again he had leapt without looking. How the hell did he get himself into these situations? When was he going to learn?

He took a deep, shaky breath, "Not in a million years Malfoy. You may be gorgeous but I’d rather be celibate the rest of my life than fuck you," he said shakily. Then he turned around, picked up his cloak, walked out of the room and left a very frustrated and silently raging Lucius Malfoy behind.

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The next morning Harry once again sat at his kitchen table, tea getting cold, paper abandoned by his plate. He hadn’t slept much at all last night. Visions of Lucius, naked and seductive, had tormented him. Hell they were still tormenting him. Harry was regretting not staying at the inn. Damn, it had been far too long since he’d gotten laid.

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Harry had found himself obsessed with Lucius Malfoy since that damn Inn room 3 weeks ago. Ron, knowing nothing about that meeting, had tried to introduce him to a friend of a friend last week. It had been hopeless. The young man was attractive but just didn’t compare to the deadly blonde Harry had walked out on.

What was it that made Lucius suddenly attractive? Was it the man’s looks, his manner, his power or the danger? It didn’t matter. Harry was the Wizarding World’s savior and absolutely, under no circumstances could he ever go to bed with Lucius Malfoy. It didn’t matter that the man was cleared of all charges. Harry knew that he was Evil Incarnate, or at least Evil Incarnates’ prime servant. He wondered exactly when his sanity had begun to slip.

To distract himself Harry decided that perhaps a trip to Diagon Alley was in order. Hermione’s birthday was coming up and now was as good a time as any to buy her gift.

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‘Oh hell!’ Harry thought as he talked with the jewelry clerk about possible gifts for Hermione. Lucius and Narcissa had just walked in the door. There was no way he could leave without it being obvious he was running away. He tried to keep his voice steady as he talked with the clerk.

Lucius had definitely noticed him the moment he entered the store. He’d seen the man’s eyes flick towards him and pause for a moment. ‘Shit! This was not going to be pleasant.’

As another clerk kowtowed to Narcissa, Lucius stood by silent and blank faced. If Harry had ever wondered why Lucius wouldn’t be satisfied with his wife he was pretty sure he now understood. The woman radiated "cold bitch" vibes. She seemed completely oblivious to Lucius’ presence and flirted wickedly with the young clerk right in front of him. Lucius appeared to ignore her. Was he used to this?

Harry’s clerk had pulled out half a dozen likely pieces for him to consider. He was examining them closely when he felt a presence lean over his shoulder to also look. He knew instantly who it was. He felt the blood drain out of his face and then rush back into it. Nothing like going completely pale followed by a fierce blush to let everyone know just how unconcerned he was. Sometimes he hated his body.

Speaking of bodies... Lucius reached out a gloved hand to look at one oe pie pieces Harry was holding. This action brought his body into direct contact with Harry’s.

"Is this for a girlfriend?" Lucius purred right next to his ear. Harry could feel the breath across his cheek.

His voice cracked in his dry throat as he replied, "For one of my best friends actually."

"Ah yes, that would be the Granger woman would it?” Lucius continued and shifted a bit closer as he checked a different jewel.

Lucius placed his hand on the small of Harry’s back and Harry realized that he was feeling Lucius’ rather erect cock up against his hip. He wasn’t sure if he was going to die on the spot or drag the man to the back of the shop and beg him to do as he pleased.

"Yes, her birthday is coming up," he struggled to say.

"I recommend this one," Lucius said and placed a lovely jeweled butterfly cloak clasp down directly in front of Harry. "It’s feminine but not frilly, practical. It would suit her."

As Harry stammered "Thanks," Narcissa called Lucius over. He looked up as Lucius’ body heat left to see Narcissa glaring at him. Apparently it was all right for her to flirt in front of her husband but not the other way around.

Harry paid for the clasp and caught Lucius’ eye as he turned to leave. They locked eyes for a moment before Narcissa hissed at Lucius to get his attention. Harry had no trouble reading the looks either Malfoy gave him. They both made him feel like prey.

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Two weekends later, as Harry spent another Saturday morning contemplating his foolishness at walking out on Lucius, he heard a knock on his door. He got up to answer it and there was Satan’s Angel himself. Harry groaned and thought wistfully, maybe, just maybe for once he would get something he wanted and to Hell with the opinion of the Wizarding World.

"How did you find my flat?" he asked.

Lucius looked amused as he answered, "Bribery and blackmail."

Harry snorted, stood there for a few moments looking at Lucius, made his decision and opened the door wider signaling Lucius to enter.

"Okay, why did you find my flat?"

"Because I could feel you tremble when I was pressed up against you," Lucius replied as he took off his cloak.

Harry took the cloak and hung it up on a peg by the door. He turned around and waited to see what Lucius would do.

Lucius moved towards Harry as if he were approaching a dangerous animal. Harry let him come. When he felt Lucius’ lips on his he allowed himself to taste and savor them for a moment. Then he gently pulled back and looked at Lucius, considering him. Lucius returned his gaze with nothing but lust. Harry took his hand and led him to his bedroom.

Harry decided that Lucius was a treasure that he wanted to enjoy slowly. He was beautiful, costly, dangerous and altogether delicious. He had a feeling that nothing else would compare to this for a long, long time.

Once inside his bedroom, Harry turned to face the other man. Harry stepped back and let his gaze feast on the man. He looked at his long, white blonde hair and reached out to barely touch it with his fingertips. It was like spider silk. Lucius stood motionless as if he understood. This was a form of worship, rarely observed.

As Harry’s eyes moved over the contours of Lucius’ face his fingers softly followed, ghosting over the pale skin. Lucius closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath.

Harry paused, pulled back his hand and allowed his eyes to continue down the other man’s body. Finally he reached out and began removing Lucius’ robes. Once they were piled on the floor, shoes cast aside, he slowly removed his own.

Both men were aroused, yet neither said a word nor made a sound. Harry reached out and softly stroked the pale chest before him. With his eyes and licking his lips he indicated to Lucius to touch him as well.

He felt Lucius’ hands first on his shoulders, then arms and finally his chest. The two men silently explored each other from a slight distance. They were testing each other, both interested but both wary. They were after all long time enemies and each powerful in more ways than one.

Slowly Harry turned around and glanced over his shoulder. Lucius understood and moved forward to embrace him from behind. Harry tilted his head back and offered his throat in seductive submission. Lucius grazed his lips along the bared flesh and breathed deeply, inhaling Harry’s scent. Harry turned, lips parted, and silently asked to taste Lucius again. Lucius’ hands never stopped caressing Harry’s body.

Harry’s breath hitched and he leaned back into the wondrous body behind him as one of those hands began to stroke his erection. He leaned his head back on a strong shoulder and turned to nuzzle Lucius’ ear. He felt the first gentle nip of teeth on his skin and made his first sound since the beginning of this surreal encounter. He moaned lowly and reached his arm up behind him to grasp Lucius’ head and encourage him.

Lucius bit harder and sucked on the tender flesh. Harry’s lips parted and a deep groan escaped. He felt a tremor go through him and tilted his hips back. Lucius paused and rocked his own hips forward. They both stopped, trying to maintain control.

Harry felt Lucius urging him to his knees. He knelt on the floor and leaned forward to brace himself on the bed. He felt Lucius kissing across his shoulders and neck. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel.

Then he felt, more than heard, Lucius murmur a spell and knew what he would be feeling next. Lucius kept kissing his skin with one arm firmly around Harry’s chest. Then Harry felt slick fingers preparing him, stretching him, stroking inside him. The fingers were withdrawn and ever so slowly replaced by the length of Lucius’ cock.

It was achingly slow. It took ages before he felt Lucius fully inside him. Lucius paused and kissed along Harry’s neck and up to his ear. Harry felt both Lucius’ hands on his hips. Lucius began a torturing slow rhythm of thrusts. Harry struggled to keep to the pace.

He could just see Lucius’ head and shoulders in the mirror over the bureau. The man was leaning away, head thrown back, mouth open, reveling in the sensuous feel. Harry looked away before he lost all control.

They could not hold the slow pace for long. They sped up, matching each other thrust for thrust. One of Lucius’ hands snaked around Harry’s cock, stroking him to their mutual tempo.

They were both breathing harder and beginning to sweat. Lucius was pressed up against Harry’s back and holding him tightly to him as his thrusts became deeper and harder. Their moans turned to groans and grunts as they gave in to animalistic fucking for a few moments in the pre-orgasmic tension.

Harry felt Lucius tense and his own body tightening. He grasped at the edge of the bed as Lucius thrust hard, then gave those tell tale jerks that signaled his orgasm. Feeling the hot ejaculation inside him, Harry lost control and gasped and bucked into his lover’s hand coming with a deep groan.

The two men slumped exhausted against the bed. Lucius’ chin rested on Harry’s shoulder as they both tried to calm their breathing.

With a sigh, Lucius slipped out of Harry and tried to stand. He fell forward onto the bed and hauled Harry up with him. They lay there sprawled over each other and drifted off to sleep.

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Two weeks later Harry sat at his kitchen table, quill in hand.

//Laevus, I have this weekend off and will actually be in town. What say we try to make it onto the bed this time’

Still Living//
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