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Anyone On The Line?	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 14796 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don´t own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I simple play with him for fun and no profit.

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AN: I´m still here!!! Been busy writing more chapters for you.
Any misspellings are on purpose during drunken speech

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”Mate?” Harry looked up from his dinner, six days after his encounter with Malfoy, to give his attention fully to his best friend of almost 7 years. “You´re acting weird around Malfoy again.” Harry blinked, because if Ron of all people had seen him doing so, then who hadn´t seen. He loved Ron but the guy had a tendency to be overly oblivious.

Harry tried to shrug it off but the redhead was not having it. Not even when Hermione was shaking her head as if to tell him to leave it alone. “You´re not transferring your… hobby… on to –“

“No!” Harry yelled a little too loudly and hushed his voice, “No, I´m not Ron. How could you think that!” He glanced around and noticed the blonde staring his way after his outburst, “It´s Malfoy for crying out loud.” Harry shuddered in dislike.

“They´re the same mate. The only difference is that one is older than the other.” Harry blanched.

“Absolutely not!” Harry lowered his voice further, “Are you mental? One is dead sexy and the other one is Malfoy-the-git!”

Ron swallowed his mouthful before asking, “And – the older one being the sexy one?” He made a face that caused Harry to slap him hard across the shoulder.

“Of course, it´s the older one! Have you seen his son, ugh?” Harry pushed his plate away from him as he had suddenly lost his appetite.

Ron´s eyebrow rose in a question mark, “Mate. They´re blondes, they´re tall, they´re lean, they´re snobs, they sneer and bully people.” Ron finished, “The same.”

“I wouldn´t want to shag Malfoy, Ron!”

“The feeling is quite mutual, Potter!” Harry´s head snapped up and met stormy grey orbs and the look of pure disgust written all over his face. He leaned in, “Is this about your pictures Potter? Hmm? Well, you´re not getting mine!” He backed away before Harry had time to answer and turned to leave.

Harry gawked like a fish on land trying to breathe, then finally managed to shut his mouth. He stood abruptly and left his friends behind in wonder. They were used to odd behavior from their friend so they finished their meals.

**

“Are you coming or not, Ron?” Hermione asked her boyfriend when he lingered near Harry not yet willing to let him go. “I´m cold, and the others are already ordering their butterbeers, I´m sure.”

Ron stared at his friend in question as if it was Harry´s decision. “I already told you Ron, I´m not going. I´m turning left here and you go straight. He´s waiting for me and I´ll be late if you don´t leave me behind soon.”

“Honestly Ron, you know Harry won´t go see him before you start walking away. He´s too polite. Stop being a jerk and let him go on his date without you!” Hermione grabbed Ron´s sleeve.

Ron squawked. “I don´t want to go with him!” He tried to reason.

“No, but you´ve been trying to convince him to not go for the past twenty minutes.” Hermione huffed. “I´m leaving now, suit yourself.” She hugged Harry, “Good luck,” the she winked and turned on her heels towards the warm pub.

Ron frowned and coughed, “I´ll go now, then. Just – be safe, kay?” Harry grinned and nodded.

**

“You call this a ´small apartment?´” Harry asked Lucius as he stood beside the mantelpiece and sipped his butterbeer. “It´s bigger than my uncle´s entire house!” Harry exclaimed and gestured around the cozy cream-colored decorated living room.

Lucius smiled and offered Harry to sit with him on the couch. “Your relatives were poor?”

“What? No, in fact, they were quite well off I´d say.” He took another sip, “Not that I ever noticed from personal experience.” Lucius´ face momentarily changed expression before going back to the previous one, but Harry still noticed as he sat down beside the blond.

“Ah. So, I´ve heard.” At the puzzled look, Harry gave him Lucius continued, “The rumors that they mistreated you.”

“That´s an understatement,” Harry mumbled, and swore that he saw the flicker of emotions in Lucius once more. “We can´t all grow up rich and spoilt.” Harry tried to laugh it off but instead Lucius rose and went to pour himself another drink.

He was acting odd Harry thought. “No, we can´t.” The response was colder than anything said between them in years and Harry cursed inwardly.

“I´m sorry, didn´t mean to be rude.”

Lucius didn´t give any reply and refilled his glass again. He walked back towards Harry and stumbled slightly and Harry leapt out of his seat to steady the blonde. “Are you alright?” Lucius shrugged him off and smiled awkwardly back at him before placing a hand briefly onto Harry´s left cheek.

“Fine. New shoes always take a few days for me to get used to.” He straightened his back further, “My mistake for wearing them out in public too soon, making a fool out of myself.” He smiled warmly, “Our secret?”

Harry nodded but his mind was razing away still contemplating what was off today. Lucius summoned the whiskey tumbler and placed on the small table next to him.

“I´m sorry I was half an hour late today, Ron was –“

“I almost forgot about today.” Lucius sipped his drink slowly and blinked a few times and spoke as if Harry hadn´t said anything, and Harry sensed the blonde wasn´t doing so because he meant to be rude, “One of my house elves had to inform me. Should have cancelled.” He blinked a few times more before meeting Harry´s eyes. He cleared his throat, “I seem to be rambling today, my apologies. Perhaps we should re-“

“Please don´t.” Harry pleaded, “I miss-“ He stopped speaking.

“Miss what, Harry?”

“Yo – er, this. Spending time with you.” He finished awkwardly, hoping Lucius hadn´t caught his mistake.

“I think I drank too much today.” Lucius said without context and Harry stared.

“Well. Then I should drink too, to even the score.” He tried a grin and the blonde raised his glass.

“Agreed.”

**

Lucius really must have had something heavier before Harry got here, or quite a lot of them, because Harry was a light drinker and he was only half tipsy at this point where Lucius was beyond drunk. They hadn´t really spoken a lot while drinking together, other than about school or Lucius´ tutoring business and how they went. “My farrther bought me thisss plaze, did I tell you?” Lucius slurred, and Harry grinned because a drunken Lucius was adorable.

Harry shook his head, “No, you didn´t.” Harry chanced to lean his head against Lucius´ side and the blonde willingly opened his arms and wrapped one around Harry, causing them to tumble over with Harry landing half on top of Lucius. The blonde laughed and shifted so Harry had enough room to lie down next to him.

“I thhink ve might be drunk, ´arry.”

Harry laughed too and agreed. Lucius became quiet. “Fucking bastard.”

“Who?” Harry´s lifted his head to look down at the Slytherin.

Instead of answering Lucius said something else, “I alwaysss drink twwoo mutch on thisss day.” Harry waited for the blonde to go on, “Two cellebrat hiss death.”

Harry blinked a few times and licked his lips, he didn´t know how to handle a Lucius like this, but it was what he had wanted so he played along hoping the blonde wouldn´t hate him for it. “Your dad?” Lucius stared up at Harry for an entire minute before nodding and Harry swallowed. “You didn´t l-like your dad?” He knew of course that some purebloods were raised mostly by elves or their mothers and that they sometimes hardly knew their fathers at all until they got older.

Lucius sighed and closed his eyes, and Harry thought he was about to pass out when he spoke quietly. “´e used to make mi do my ´omework over an´ over again. Tossing ´em in tha fire.” He laughed out loud which startled Harry, “´Til I learnt ta copy ´em.” He met Harry´s grin and raised his hand to trace a finger across Harry´s chin. “You´re a good lisnar, `arry.”

The Gryffindor blushed. “Tha firs time he beat me my morther tried to stop him, bless her.” Harry froze, had he just heard right? Lucius must really be drunk, this was blackmail material. Not that Harry would ever do such a thing, but if the wrong one heard of it.

“What?” Harry´s curious mouth blurted out. “Lucius, you don´t ha-“

Harry didn´t like the laugh Lucius gave. “ìs no bother, ´arry.” He let his hand fall heavy to his own chest. Then began to unbutton his shirt and Harry blushed and before he could stop Lucius the man had shrugged out of the shirt so his left shoulder was showing.

“A tattoo. It´s beautiful Lucius.” Harry shifted closer to stare at the moving wizarding piece of art, that Harry knew moved when around other magical creatures. “A dragon.”

“My morther´s fav´rit magical animal.” Harry stared into the deep grey eyes.

“That´s why you named your son Draco.” Harry said more to himself than Lucius.

“Watch.” Lucius fumbled with his wand.

“Lucius, perhaps you shouldn´t in your state.”

“Psssf, no biggie.” And Harry might half laughed at the common wording the Malfoy used when drunk if not for the magic involved. When Harry was about to object again his blood froze as he stared at the Dragon, that was clearing away and a stigmatize was now visible. “13^th birthday gift.” Lucius stated with loathing.

Harry gulped as he read the word the letters formed. He knew that word all too well, having heard it from the Dursleys throughout his entire upbringing. Lucius flicked his wand and the Dragon covered the word again. “Lucius –“

“Zilly how one little weord can change your life.” Harry closed his eyes, a hand caressed his cheek.

“I hate that word.”

“I know.” When their eyes met from where Harry now rested his head onto Lucius´ shoulder Lucius leaned closer, causing Harry to move away, startled.

“We-we should get you to bed.” He wanted to kiss the man so badly, but not like this. He had already listened enough to private thoughts he was sure any sober Lucius would never share with anyone. Well, perhaps Narcissa and Draco knew.

“Yes.” Harry helped Lucius to the bedroom and onto the bed. “Cissa never ´stood why I wouldn´t have it r´moved.”

“You never told.” Lucius slumped back and when Lucius´ breathing evened out Harry left, He had a lot to think over. Lucius had reacted strangely to his earlier statement, and then this? He had clearly forgotten what day today was when inviting Harry to visit, maybe because he had just returned from Sweden. Was he already too close to drunk so his reasoning voice hadn´t wanted to move their encounter? Or maybe he wanted some to listen. Someone who might understand.

Harry snorted. That was definitely not it, he was sure.

This was not at all the thing Harry had wanted to have in common with Lucius; a terrible childhood, it would seem.

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Jan: Yes, poor Draco!

A. R. Fleets: No, the scent was meant to be his collogne. I´m sorry if you´d hoped for anything more ;-)
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