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So Much For Discretion	By : Ruhgozler Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: JK Rowling created the Harry Potter characters and universe. I'm just using them in my own plot.

A/N's: This was written for the 'Beloved Enemies' Harry/Lucius Fuh-Q-Fest: (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HarryxLucius/). Answer to challenges: 48. Lucius is hosting a formal dinner party at Malfoy manner. Who is invited and why is up to you, but Harry must be present. He can be a guest or a servant. Lucius has the urge to have sex with Harry in the middle of the party and they go off to find a place to be alone. They get caught. Who catches them, and what is his/her/their reaction? (Gina) and #114. The newspapers get wind of Harry and Lucius's relationship. Write the article and any repercussions. How do Harry and Lucius react. Is revenge in order? (Bookworm 271)

It is a sequel to "Discretion Required" which can be found at: (http://www.geocities.com/belovedenemies/) under "Fuh-Q-Fest" and "First Wave".

I believe in happy endings.

Thank you Lillian and SilexCat for being my muses. Huge "Thank you" to MeLi for the beta.

*******

My dearest Still Living,

Your official invitation to our little soiré should be arriving tomorrow morning. I expect your presence to make an evening with Ministry officials well worth while. You are a light amongst the shadows for me.

Could I talk you into wearing the robes I saw you choosing in Diagon Alley a few weeks ago?

With adoration,
Laevus

True to his lover's word, Harry received his official invitation to the dinner party being held at Malfoy Manor.

******

Harry hummed as he dried off after his shower. He was quite looking forward to tonight. It promised to be interesting. nd Lnd Lucius had been lovers for several months now and happily so. Due to circumstances, such as his celebrity status and Lucius' wife, they kept it very secret. Not even Harry's best friends knew who his lover was.

They had run into each other in public a couple of times and it had always led to the most delicious sexual tension. Lucius could do the most amazing things to Harry with his voice, innuendo and subtle touch. Tonight would be the first time they would attend the same public social function. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but it was guaranteed to be entertaining. He just hoped Lucius had planned for them to slip away from the crowd and Narcissa for a bit of a rendezvous.

God, he really hated that bitch. She was such a pain. She flirted in public... in front of her husband. If he had the chance to be married to someone like Lucius and share his home, life, and bed, he'd be ecstatic. Stupid bitch. Stupid pureblood power marriages.

He dried his hair and put in his contacts. His hair had become slightly more manageable with the right stylist and lots of practice. The contacts made his eyes more vivid. He smiled at himself in the mirror. He really had matured nicely. His body was firm and toned from work, but not overly muscular. He had just enough jet-black hair on his chest for his lover to play with. Lucius seemed well pleased with his physique.

He moved to his room and began to get dressed. He seriously considered wearing nothing beneath his robes but decided it would be too risky. You never knew when some idiot would conjure up a wind or you would have to go running down a flight of stairs for one reason or another. He opted for simple, slim-fitting black breeches. Over these he put on his deep blood red dress robes with black knot-work trim. He finished with a pair of black dragonhide boots that didn't quite reach his knees. He certainly wouldn't go unnoticed this evening.

Harry arrived at the Manor within a fashionable time. The doorman announced him in proper fashion, causing all attendees to turn and watch him enter. He smiled his public smile and began milling about making small talk. He quickly found Arthur Weasley, that red hair was like a bloody beacon in a crowd, and made his way over.

"Hello Arthur," he greeted.

"Harry! I'm so glad to see you," replied the other man.

"How is the family?" Harry asked. "Ron said he thought Bill might be able to come visit soon."

"Everyone's fine. We hope Bill can make it but you never know with those bloody goblins. You will come say hello if he makes it, won't you?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

They chatted for a few more moments and then he felt that presence. He didn't need to turn around to know that his lover was behind him. Lucius Malfoy had a presence that Harry could feel through stone walls. This was confirmed when Arthur tensed.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, what a... pleasure it is to see you this evening," that incredible voice intoned just behind his shoulder. Harry fought to suppress a shiver.

"Lucius, Narcissa," Arthur said with a nod.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," Harry replied as he turned around and offered Lucius his hand. "Thank you so much for inviting me." As he grasped hands with Lucius he managed a quick stroke of his finger across the man's palm and looked quickly into his eyes. Then he reached for Narcissa's hand and lightly brushed his lips across the back of her knuckles in proper manner.

"But of course, Mr. Potter. We could not have overlooked the chance to have you come tonight," Lucius said with a smirk.

"My goodness, Mr. Potter," she breathily exclaimed as she managed to keep him from releasing her hand. "You have quite grown up, haven't you." She peered at him with an unmistakable look in her eye.

'Uh oh,' was all he could think as he felt mentally blindsided. He was obviously Narcissa's choice of prey tonight. A glance towards Lucius let him know that his lover had reached this realization as well. Damn but now he regretted never coming out in public. With a tight smile Harry extricated his hand and replied, "Thank you Ma'am. I've had quite a few years to do so."

Narcissa did not look pleased being called Ma'am.

"Mr. Potter," Lucius spoke up. "I was wondering if I could take a few moments of your precious time this evening to discuss the new regulations on collecting rare magical creatures. I've heard you have some influence on the committee."

"Now Lucius dear, I'm sure Harry has other things he'd like to spend his time doing tonight instead of talking business," Narcissa interjected as she stroked her fingers along Harry's forearm. There really was no doubting what she meant.

"Actually, Mrs. Malfoy..."

"Call me Narcissa, please, Harry."

"Um, magical creatures are a bit of a passion for me. I would love to discuss collecting them with your husband."

"Oh that's right!" she exclaimed and moved her hand to his shoulder. "You are a Parselmouth. It's really quite fascinating to meet a man with that kind of control over a serpent." With the way her voice rose and her eyes trailed down his body and paused at his groin, Harry was positive she wasn't referring to reptiles. "I would dearly love to have a demonstration of your talent."

"Now darling," Lucius got out between clenched teeth. "Mr. Potter has made it quite clear in the past that he doesn't care for the sort of publicity that would garner him."

"Well, perhaps a private demonstration? Hmmm?" she said as she let her hand glide down Harry's chest. Poor Arthur looked like he was going to choke on his own tongue.

"I would really rather not, Mrs. Malfoy," he said stepping away from the disappointed witch. "Mr. Malfoy, I have heard that your collection is quite astounding. They say you have several special facilities to house your more exotic creatures."

Harry noticed the pouting Narcissa reach over to the potted mother-in-law's tongue next to them and stroke it with her fingers. Was she really doing what he thought she was doing? Oh yes, that was exactly what she was doing.

"Yes, I do," commented Lucius. "It is in the best interests of both the collector and the creature to ensure the safety and comfort of said creatures."

"I would love to discuss them with you and perhaps arrange a time to view them. Perhaps they could be used as an example for the committee?"

Narcissa slowly stroked her fingers up one leaf stalk, paused at the top, rubbed her thumb over the tip and stroked them back down. Meanwhile her eyes were hooded and her lips were parted in an obvious attempt at a seductive look. Harry was shocked. Lucius narrowed his eyes.

"Such an arrangement would work to the benefit of both the Malfoys and the Ministry," interjected Mr. Weasley. He might hate Lucius Malfoy, but he did understand politics.

"Of course, Mr. Potter. I would be delighted to arrange for you to return at your convenience," responded Lucius with a slight bow of his head. "Collecting should not be taken lightly. However, when someone goes to the trouble of doing it right they should not be penalized."

Harry saw Arthur do a double take as he caught site of what Narcissa was doing. She kept right on with it and let out a soft little moan.

"I would really love to hear your ideas and get your opinion on some of the proposed changes to current regulations. You were once on the Committee for Disposal of Magical Creatures so I'm sure you would have some useful insight for me," Harry offered, still fighting between horror and amusement at what Narcissa was doing to an innocent plant in public. He saw several men in the immediate vicinity discreetly adjusting themselves while watching.

"Why don't we move to my study so we can discuss this in-depth? Would you care to take a drink with you?" Lucius asked as he signalled to a server.

"An Ogden's if you please."

"Say, is that my son over there?" Arthur exclaimed. "I'll just go see."

Lucius asked the server for a Fire Whiskey and a Pernot. "I'm sure you can entertain yourself, darling, while we go discuss boring business." With that Lucius and Harry abandoned Narcissa.

Upon entering the room Harry took a deep breath and exclaimed, "I can't believe her! That Parselmouth comment is so old it's ridiculous. And what she was doing to that plant... I thought we were going to be mobbed by drooling men."

"Yes, well, subtlety has never been something Narcissa has ever bothered with," Lucius commented as he closed and locked the door before reaching for Harry. "I wanted to bend you over backwards in a kiss to show her just how foolish she was being."

Harry never got to reply as Lucius possessively embraced him and practically raped his mouth. Harry moaned and sucked on his lover's invading tongue. They stumbled across the room until Lucius pinned Harry to the far wall. Harry had his hands wrapped in his lover's hair. Lucius was cupping and squeezing Harry's arse cheeks. They were delving into each other's mouths and grinding their robe-covered erections into each other. Neither of them heard the door open or, moments later, close.

**********

Harry and Lucius made sure each other's robes and hair were in proper order. It wouldn't do to have them walk around looking like they had been snogging and groping like teenagers in the Astronomy Tower. With one last peck on Harry's cheek, Lucius opened the door and they proceeded back to the party.

"Oh there you are," announced Narcissa. "I was wondering how long you were going to take."

"Business sometimes takes more than a few moments, darling," answered Lucius.

"Yes, especially when it's accompanied by a quick shag," she snarled. She turned towards Harry and hissed, "You'll regret choosing my husband over me, young man." Then she smiled an evil smile, hauled back and slapped Harry soundly across the cheek. "You hussy!" she screeched. "How dare you seduce my husband! Here we all thought you were the great, pure hero and you're nothing but a queer Jezebel!"

'Fucking hell,' thought Harry as he blinked his eyes, completely stunned.

"What are you talking about, Narcissa?" exclaimed Lucius, trying to control the situation. "Mr. Potter has done nothing untoward. You are hysterical and causing a scene."

"Mrs. Malfoy, I have no idea what you are talking about," Harry quickly added.

"What I am talking about is the two of you in the study with your tongues down each other's throats and your hands in each other's robes," she continued to yell. The entire room was silent and staring open mouthed at their little scene. Harry vaguely thought he caught camera flashes. He groaned and wished the floor would just open up and swallow him. There was no way he was ever going to live down this humiliation.

"That is enough!" yelled Lucius. Then bringing his voice back down to a normal level, "You are hysterical. I don't know what has gotten into you but I will not have you make such a scene in public. You are excused to your rooms, now. Mr. Potter, I apologize deeply for my wife's behaviour." With that he grabbed Narcissa by the arm and hauled her bodily out into the hallway.

Harry watched his lover leave. He had never seen Lucius so lividly angry. He mused that Narcissa had made a possibly fatal mistake this evening. A camera flashed in his face bringing him back to the present situation with a start. "Excuse me," he murmured and left.

********

The next morning an owl tapped on his window.

Still Living,

Again I apologize. Please, forgive me. We are on the front page of this morning's Daily Prophet. Be prepared. How would you like to handle this? We can avoid giving statements for quite a while but eventually we will have to say something.

Your Laevus

When the Daily Prophet finally arrived Harry was not at all surprised at the front page. There in full wizarding colour was Narcissa slapping him with Lucius reacting in horror. He seriously considered not reading the article but finally decided forewarned is forearmed and picked the damn thing up. He almost choked when he beheld who wrote the article. It was none other than his old classmate, Lavender Brown.

This reporter was immensely lucky to be in attendance at the exclusive dinner party held at the magnificent Malfoy Manor last evening where this photo was taken as a most disturbing scene occurred. The manor was of course decorated with the utmost taste and our host and hostess, the dashing Mr. Lucius Malfoy and his lovely wife Narcissa, were both stunningly dressed as usual. The service was excellent and the food and wine superb. In attendance were many influential Ministry and society folks including the Minister of Magic himself with his wife and Mr. Harry Potter, who arrived alone once again.

The evening was progressing smoothly when the hostess seemed to become openly involved in a nasty verbal battle with both her husband and Mr. Potter. This incident, which stunned all those present, occurred shortly after Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter returned from a private study which they had adjourned to for about half an hour, ostensibly to discuss business. My sources tell me that there are hints of an illicit relationship occurring between the two men. All three parties involved in this incident departed immediately.

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy have been married for almost 30 years with little scandal other than Mr. Malfoy being accused of involvement with the Death Eaters, a faction closely associated with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Mr. Malfoy was, as we all know, exonerated of all charges.

Harry Potter, better known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, is hailed as the saviour of the Wizarding World for keeping He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at bay for many years and finally defeating him completely just a few years ago. There have been no hints of romance in his life since his fifth year attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Is it possible that the marriage of one of our most wealthy and powerful families could be headed for the rocks? And what part could the young and vibrantly attractive Mr. Potter be playing in this, if any?

It wasn't as bad as it could have been, Harry supposed. So what were he and Lucius going to do now? He grabbed a quill and penned a quick note to Lucius asking to meet with him soon.

As he was attaching the note to his owl's leg, he noticed several other owls winging their way towards his kitchen window. With a deep sigh, he prepared himself for the worst. Sure enough, some of the owls were from Sirius, Hermione, and Ron all wanting to know just what the hell was going on. He decided to wait until after meeting with Lucius before answering.

***********

Harry entered the room to find his lover furiously pacing the floor. Lucius turned towards him with a look of apprehension on his stress-lined face, dark circles under his eyes attesting to nights spent fighting or worrying instead of sleeping.

"You came," he said and then seemed to regret it.

"Of course I came," Harry replied. "I am the one who asked to meet."

"Yes of course," Lucius said as he turned to face the empty fireplace. "What did you need?" he asked without looking at Harry.

"I want discuss how to handle this. I'm not very politically astute. I don't know what will do more harm than good," he answered as he moved closer to the man who had been his lover all these months. He was worried that Lucius was going to tell him to leave and never speak to him again. He would understand that but he wasn't sure he would be able to do it. Last night he had come to a difficult realization. He was far more attached to Lucius than he had ever planned on being. He might even go so far as to say he loved the man. If Lucius decided he no longer wanted Harry, it was going to hurt deeply.

Lucius fiddled with his cane as he studied the mantle. "There are several ways we could handle this. It depends on what we both want." Lucius paused for a moment before continuing, "Harry, I know that you only became my lover because you knew that I would never betray you to the press. Now your worst nightmare is coming true. I understand if you want to deny everything and walk away."

Harry reached out and tentatively placed his hand on the other man's shoulder. Did Lucius want him to leave? The man looked anxious, like he was expecting an answer he didn't want to hear. Screwing up his courage, Harry turned his face towards the suddenly fascinating mantle. Then, while watching Lucius out of the corner of his eye, he responded, "Well, yes, that is how we came to get together originally. But I've become kind of attached to you and, frankly, the Wizarding World can go screw itself. I'd like to somehow tell it to sod off so that we can get back to having more pleasant meetings. That is, if it fits in with your plans."

Harry saw Lucius let out a breath and subtlety relax. His head rose minutely and his shoulders straightened. The stress lines on his face were slightly less noticeable. "Yes. Yes, that would fit quite well with my plans. I have grown quite fond of our encounters myself and it irks me to no end that someone would try and interfere with them."

Harry smiled to himself. He was pretty sure that was a downright proclamation of love from the arrogant bastard. "Then how do you suggest we proceed? What do you think Narcissa is planning to do?"

"Our best course of action at the moment is to not respond to the article. Anything we say will be twisted. I doubt that we will have to wait long before we find out what Narcissa has planned. Yesterday she met with her attorneys. I have a feeling she is going to try and blackmail me into either a separation or divorce."

Harry stepped in front of his lover and softly kissed his jaw line. "You're kidding? Why would she do that? What could she possibly gain by divorcing you?" Harry inquired.

Lucius wrapped his arms around Harry to begin stroking his sides. He tilted his head back slightly to allow the younger man better access. "She has always loathed me. I have not taken her to my bed since she got pregnant with Draco. She knows I do not desire her and it insults her deeply. Even her veela blood could not entice me into bed with her after begetting my heir." Lucius groaned softly as Harry nibbled that spot just behind his ear that was so sensitive. "She would have left me long ago if she could have figured out how to take everything I own."

Harry started back startled. "She's going to take everything?"

Lucius laughed bitterly and replied, "She thinks she is. Unfortunately for her, I am far more devious than she anticipated. I have proof of every one of her lovers from the very first. I even have proof of her sleeping with her attorneys. I will let her begin her proceedings, then I will present them with my own offer." He reached up and pulled Harry's mouth back down to his throat. "Now, could we get back to where you left off?"

Harry gladly complied. He began divesting Lucius of his robes while kissing, nibbling and licking his way down first the throat, then the magnificent torso and concentrating on the hip bones while he removed those expensive shoes. Lucius showed his appreciation with small sounds and by gently petting Harry's head.

When Harry went to take Lucius in his mouth he was surprised that the older man stopped him and pulled him to his feet. His heart almost stopped when Lucius copied what Harry had just done. Normally, Lucius waited until he was on the verge of orgasm before quickly removing Harry's clothes and moving on to sex.

Lucius stood and wrapped one arm around Harry's back and, while kissing him deeply, began stroking Harry’s erection while walking them backwards to the bed. When they reached it, Harry climbed up onto it without ever breaking the kiss. Lucius followed him and bore down upon him until Harry found himself lying on the bed with Lucius above him, exactly where he loved to be. Lucius took his time devouring Harry's mouth and running his hands all over the young man. Harry was very pleased with the attention. Lucius was a marvellous lover even at the worst of times, but this felt different. This felt like Lucius needed him, as if he would die if he didn't get enough of Harry.

They continued to kiss and rub against each other while Lucius gently but surely prepared Harry with his fingers and oil. Harry loved the feel of Lucius' fingers stretching him and stroking his prostate. He'd learned to feel things since becoming this man's lover that he never knew were possible.

Lucius removed his fingers, sat up and back and Harry spread his legs. "No," Lucius murmured. "Lie on your side," he commanded. Harry rolled to his side, stretched one arm above his head and the other in front of him for balance. Lucius bent Harry's upper leg and straddled the lower one. He lifted the bent knee and positioned himself to enter. Harry gasped as Lucius plunged into him in one smooth stroke, filling him exquisitely. This position was very different. Lucius was deeply imbedded in him with his balls nestled right up against Harry. Harry's balls and cock were tucked right up against Lucius thigh. Lucius grasped one shoulder and the bent knee and began to move, trying to find the right angle. Harry arched his back and turned his upper torso so he could grasp Lucius upper arm with one hand and hip with the other for better leverage. He wrapped his upper leg around Lucius arse tightly. As Lucius began thrusting harder and harder into Harry, Harry pulled with his leg and arm trying to get that cock even deeper. Then he writhed, causing his hips to move forward and rub his erection on Lucius' thigh, discovering a whole new sensation. Harry growled and lost all sense of reality. He pulled and rolled his hips and helped grind the two of them together.

He looked up into Lucius' face and almost lost complete control. Lucius, sweat dripping rivulets down his face, long hair, lank and damp, was staring down at him with the most intense look Harry had ever seen. "Can't..." Lucius panted. "Harry, come for me," he commanded. Lucius bared his teeth and pounded into Harry. Harry felt heat erupt into him as Lucius came. Seeing his lover throw his head back, mouth open and gasping, feeling Lucius' body jerk around and within him, Harry arched his back and came with a gasp and a shudder.

Harry lay there, trying to recover. Lucius slowly withdrew from him and stretched out beside him. Harry reached over and gently caressed his lover's cheek. He performed the cleaning charm and they just gazed at each other drowsily for a few moments before falling asleep.

***********

Over the next couple of weeks there were several articles in the Daily Prophet, all written by Lavender Brown, that quoted "sources" claiming to have once been the lover of either Harry or Lucius. The articles never contained details, only said that the men had been with either wizard, for whatever period of time, in an intimate physical relationship.

They were not going to make any public rejoinder of the articles but Lucius had his people hunting up dirt to use against these ex-lovers who were trying to cash in on this. They would take care of this the Slytherin way. Then they would go after Ms. Brown.

Sure enough, Narcissa filed for divorce trying to get everything. During the meeting with their attorneys, Lucius let her have her say and carefully read the papers her team had prepared. He listened patiently and maintained his cool demeanour. When she was finished he signalled one of his team, who quietly passed out a set of folders to Narcissa and each of her lawyers. The effect was immediate. All comments ceased and seven faces paled. Narcissa looked at Lucius in shock. Lucius sat patiently until he was sure that everyone present had gotten the point and passed out another set of folders. "Here is my counter offer," he said, got up and left.

Two days later the paperwork was signed and the two teams went before the magistrate. He reviewed the paperwork, expressed his pleasure that they were being so amicable and finalized everything. Narcissa left with a rather good settlement, which happened to be much less than she had originally hoped, and her maiden name. Lucius left with the majority of his fortune, his family name unscathed and the freedom he wanted. He immediately went to see Harry.

*******

"How did it go?" Harry asked as soon as he saw his lover.

"Quite well. The Judge was impressed that we were being so amicable," Lucius said with an amused smirk.

"If he only knew," laughed Harry.

"Yes. But I did give her a reasonable settlement. She can live quite happily with that for the next one hundred years. She did give me Draco so I felt I owed her something."

"So now what do you plan to do?"

Lucius seemed to be studying something in the middle distance as he spoke. He seemed suddenly hesitant. "Well, the rooms connected to mine at the Manor have not been occupied since my parents were ed. ed. Narcissa and I were already sleeping apart by that time so I never moved her. I was wondering if you might like them. They seem so empty; it’s such a waste."

Harry was stunned. Lucius was asking him to move in with him. He hadn't expected anything like this. He just sat there for several moments.

Lucius cleared his throat and said quickly, "Of course I understand if you prefer not to. The public reaction and all that..."

"No!" cried Harry. "I mean, I would love to. I was just surprised that you asked. The public can go get bent."

Lucius' face relaxed and he smiled as he turned to look at Harry. "I'm sorry I didn't mention anything before. I didn't want to give either of us false hope." With that he reached forward and drew Harry in for a gentle kiss that told both of them everything they needed to know.

**********

The very next day Harry found himself being given his first grand tour of Malfoy Manor. It was enormous. It had obviously been built to house several generations and distant relatives to boot. There were parlours, dining rooms, ballrooms, dungeons, cellars, libraries, studies and bedroom suites. There were wings and more than three floors! Harry just knew he was going to get lost. Good lord, they hadn't even been outside to look at the grounds, not a yard, grounds. It was almost as bad as Hogwarts.

They finally entered the family wing, where his and Lucius' rooms were to be found. Lucius pointed out that a set of doors down the hall belonged to Draco and his wife and daughter. That made Harry a bit more tense. He hadn't really thought about having to deal with his childhood nemesis. He wasn't at all sure how the young Malfoy was going to react to his being here. Lucius showed him his suite of rooms and how they connected to Lucius' own.

"Harry, I have some things do just now. I will leave you to begin settling in but I will be back in a couple hours or so," Lucius said just before giving him a kiss and walking towards the door. "You are free to change anything you would like in the room. I do ask that you speak to me before doing anything drastic."

"Of course. Thank you, Lucius."

Harry turned to survey the task before him. All in all the rooms were wonderful. He would like to perhaps lighten the colour scheme and of course remove the more feminine decorations, but all in all the rooms were incredible. Now if he could just figure out where to put his meagre possessions so that they wouldn't get lost.

He was bending over one crate when he heard a knock at the door. "Come in," he yelled absentmindedly.

"Well, Potter," a familiar but older voice drawled. "It seems we are once again to be afflicted with each other's presence."

Harry straightened up. He really wasn't ready for this. "Well hello, Malfoy, and how are you this fine day?"

To his surprise Draco laughed and held out his hand. "Welcome to Malfoy Manor, Harry." Harry took the offered hand and blinked his eyes in surprise. "Did Father show you where my rooms are? If you need anything while he isn't around, just come find me or Catherine and we'll be happy to help you."

"Thank you," Harry managed to say as he took back his hand. "I somehow thought you would be a lot angrier at me."

"Why? Because you are the reason my mother is gone and now you've invaded my home?"

"Well, yes..." Harry got out.

"Mother and Father have never got along well. It was a political marriage. Mother dug her own grave with that little stunt she pulled along with having all those lovers. I don't blame you for her stupidity. As for you invading... well, it's not like you are going to produce an heir who could possibly steal my inheritance, now is it?" he added with a smirk.

Harry choked and laughed, "Well, when you put it that way, I guess I can understand your reaction."

"Would like to meet my wife and daughter?" Draco asked.

"Of course! Where did you meet your wife? She didn't go to school with us."

Walking down the hall, Draco answered, "Believe it or not she's from America. Her family emigrated there from Switzerland back in the 1800's. Very old pureblood line." Harry rolled his eyes.

Draco ushered Harry into his private rooms. Harry heard a young girl's squeal of delight just before a small blur flew into Draco's legs. "How is my sweetheart?" Draco exclaimed as he swept the little girl into the air and spun her around. The little girl's hair was a bit darker than Draco's but Harry could see the Malfoy features in her face.

"I'm fine, Father. I missed you. Where did you go? Did you bring me a present? Is it chocolate?" the girl said in a rush as her father hugged her tightly balanced her on his hip.

As she paused for breath, Draco called her attention to Harry, "Jacqueline, this is Harry Potter. He is going to be staying with Grandfather from now on. Harry, this is my daughter, Jacqueline." This was a Draco Harry had never seen before. He was beaming with fatherly pride. It was obvious he adored his daughter.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Potter," Jacqueline greeted him and held out her hand like a mature young lady.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss Malfoy," he replied and kissed her knuckles. Suddenly a little girl again, Jacqueline giggled and buried her face in her father's shoulder causing Harry to grin with delight.

Draco laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Go tell your mother that Mr. Potter is here," he told her as he put her down. The moment her feet touched the floor, Jacqueline was running to another room.

"Draco, she is adorable," Harry exclaimed in wonder as they followed.

"What? Amazed that I produced something other than a demon?" Draco asked with an amused quirk of eyebrow and lip.

"Oh I have no doubt that she is an absolute imp," Harry shot back with a grin. He was rewarded with an answering grin from Draco who nodded his head. "It's just that I guess I'm surprised to see a child here. I knew that you had a daughter, it's just that I never really imagined Malfoy Manor to have laughing children in it."

"She's the light of my life, Harry. She's the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me."

So Harry met Draco's surprisingly sweet wife, Catherine, and spent a very pleasant hour chatting and playing with Jacqueline. The little girl completely won his heart and he found himself hoping that Draco and Catherine would have more children. He loved the sound of childish laughter and was completely entranced by the antics of the four-year-old.

He made his way back to his rooms in a very light-hearted mood. He decided that he really didn't want to put any more things away and went to see if Lucius was back in his rooms yet. He paused in the open doorway and smiled. Lucius was by the wardrobe, taking off his outer robes.

Harry moved forward quickly and pulled them off his lover's arms. Lucius turned towards him with a smile. "You weren't in your rooms when I returned. Did you meet Jacqueline?" he asked as Harry ran his hands over the strong, bare shoulders and around his back.

"Yes I did. She's an adorable little imp. I'm surprised at how good a father Draco is."

"What, you didn't think I would raise my son right?" Lucius said indignantly.

"No. I never thought of you at all. I just remember what a prat he was to me in school. I hope he has a dozen more just like her."

Lucius laughed and turned around to face Harry, kissing him lightly. As Lucius pulled back, Harry tightened his grip. He stared at Lucius for moment and then crushed Lucius' lips with his own. The man gasped. Harry smiled into the kiss and drove his tongue into his lover's welcoming mouth. Harry wasn't aggressive very often. They both initiated sex frequently but Harry usually let Lucius take the lead and happily so. When Harry did act the aggressor, Lucius was more than happy to comply.

Harry pulled Lucius around and headed them for the bed. They stumbled as they tried to disrobe each other and not break the kiss while traversing the suddenly too big room. They ended up with a trail of clothes and shoes and a few minor bruises, but they made it to the bed and kly kly forgot about insignificant things like how they got there.

Harry lay Lucius back on the bed and proceeded to worship every inch of that beautiful skin. Lucius purred and writhed like a cat made of sin. He was utterly erotic. When Harry reached his lover's toes he rolled the man over onto his stomach and began to work his way back up. He sucked at the back of his lover's knees, the base of his spine and that spot between his shoulder blades. Lucius made incredibly delicious sounds and shivered. He entwined his fingers in Lucius' long blond hair while nipping his lover's neck. He loved Lucius' hair. It was exotic and felt wonderful wrapped in his fingers or brushing his skin.

Harry sat up and pulled Lucius up onto his hands and knees. Then, keeping his hands on Lucius' shoulders, he kissed his way down his lover's spine. He pulled his hands slowly down that broad back and ran his tongue over Lucius' entrance. Lucius smelled clean and masculine, musky and warm. He loved it. He flicked his tongue over the flesh and then drove it inside. He heard Lucius' breath hitch and felt him buck slightly in his grasp. A few moments more and Harry had Lucius crazy with need.

He called his wand to him and incanted the lubrication charm. He had no idea where their favourite oil might be at the moment and he wasn't about to go looking for it. He used his slick fingers, one at ae, te, to stretch Lucius carefully. Lucius wasn't on bottom very often and Harry was not about to hurt him. When Lucius was moaning Harry's name and pleading softly, Harry knew he was ready. Slowly but steadily he pressed his slick cock into his lover's tight entrance. Lucius braced his knees and arms and panted lightly. When Lucius began to move, Harry draped himself across Lucius' back, supported his weight on his arms and set a steady pace. He only moved his hips thrusting easily into his lover. He nibbled on Lucius' shoulder and neck, suckling, for the first time not afraid of leaving a mark. Lucius groaned loudly in approval. Finally he sat back up and angled for more satisfying penetration. He was rewarded by Lucius bucking against him hard and throwing his head back. They began fucking in earnest. Lucius spread his legs wide and used his strong arms to shove himself back hard onto Harry. Harry braced himself and grasped Lucius hips. He thrust himself into his lover as hard and deep and fast as he could. They were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. It was incredible. Harry plunged his cock over and over into Lucius, heedless of the fact that they were both going to be bruised from the assault.

Suddenly, Lucius dropped one shoulder and braced his other arm over his head on the bed. He grabbed his own cock and roughly stroked it. "Yes, Lucius. Come now. Please, come now," Harry all but screamed. Lucius' face was turned to the side and Harry could see the teeth clenched and bared and the eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't tell if it was a look of intense pain or pleasure, maybe both. It didn't really matter as Lucius cried out unintelligibly, his entire body convulsed and he came. Harry continued pounding, feeling the effects of his lover's orgasm wash over him. Then he thrust deeply, his own orgasm wracking his body and he jerkily thrust again, trying to get himself as deep into Lucius' body as he could while he came.

His hands were still on Lucius' hips when he shook his head to try and clear it. He looked down at Lucius face, still smashed into the bed, to see his eyes still closed and a contented smile. He slowly withdrew from his lover's body and lay down beside him. Lucius stretched out his legs to lie down, jerked his hips back up and made an awful face. "What?" Harry asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," grumbled Lucius. "I forget how quickly that stuff gets cold and nasty."

Harry laughed and reached over for his wand and cleaned up. Then he reached out and pulled Lucius to him. They gazed at each other drowsily for a few moments before Harry's eyes shot wide open. "What's wrong?" asked Lucius, concerned.

"Nothing. I just realized that I don't have to go anywhere. I can stay here in bed with you until tomorrow morning."

Lucius smiled. "You may stay in my bed for as long as you wish."

Harry knew what he meant.

The End
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