Refugee

Refugee
Crossover fic: WrestlingXHarry Potter
Pairing: Shawn Michaels/Lucius Malfoy
Rated: R for now
Summary: Lucius escapes from Azkaban in the middle of Book 6, wandless, starved, helpless, and completely lost in the muggle world.
Disc: Not my men, not my show, not my book, not my anything! *sooooooooob*

Chapter 12

I waited maybe about 2 hours, listening to him moving around, pausing, then moving around again. Sometimes he\'d walk to the door... and then walk away. I don\'t know what I should do- Should I talk to him, or let him be stew in? If Shawn was from our world, I wouldn\'t be having this problem. But sadly, he\'s not- he knows nothing of what we Malfoys do and have done in our private lives.

I suppose I do owe him some explaination then. Sighing, I walked up the stairs to knock on his door. \"Shawn-- Let me in. I want to explain what happened.\"

There was a bit of a pause, as if Shawn was thinking about it. I heard him sigh slightly and he opened the door for me. He said nothing to me, but the angry expression on his face said it all.

\"Back home... Things are different. There are certain things expected from the Malfoy family. Sons and daughters are paired off with only the most...\" Pure bloods would be the word, but Shawn wouldn\'t know what that meant. \"...suitable of mates in hopes of giving a perfect offspring. I don\'t love my wife- I don\'t really know what that word means. We have an arranged marriage. She has her lovers, and I have mine.\"

He looked as if he had never heard of something- strange, it\'s very common back home. \"I.. I never knew some one with an arranged marriage. You don\'t love each other..?\"

I shook my head. \"No. Just enough to care for Draco.\"

\"You.. You said you don\'t know what the word love means- That can\'t be true. Your parents most love you.\"

He just doesn\'t understand. Malfoys don\'t love openly, or at all. My mother never cared for me, and my father showed me nothing. I can not blame my mother, for if the rumors are true, I was never her son anyway. Neither would tell me, but then again I never really cared to know. If you think I happen to be a cold father, you should have seen how my own father cared for me. He never spoke to me, unless it was about school. We never bonded; I was merely an heir, not a son. \"Nay, Shawn. They didn\'t. My mother could have cared less if I never returned from school, and my father only talked to me if he wanted to know of my grades. I spent most of my childhood wandering around the manor alone.\"

He gave me a pained look, and didn\'t say anything else. Was it wrong to have no love? It was obviously not a requirement to live. I got along fine, and when I went to Hogwarts I made friends. Severus, namely. He came from the same life as me, and was considerably colder than myself. Do I love him? Maybe. Finally, he reached over to me and took my hand. God, he\'s so warm. \"Then you\'ve never made love then.\"

I blinked stupidly at him. \"Of course I have, you stupid git. Obviously, Draco\'s a good example of that.\"

\"No, not have sex. There is a difference. When you have sex, that\'s all it is. It\'s a biological action. When you make love... You become one with each other, not in just the literal meaning. You\'re two hearts beating together, breathing together, moving together.\"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. \"You Americans are so stu-\" Shawn had his lips on mine; he was kissing me. His lips were so soft, so gentle against mine- so cold and hard. The initial shock slowly faded, and I started to kiss back. I had never been kissed like this before, so I wasn\'t quite sure how to handle something so... so gentle. I\'ve never kissed Narcissa, and with all my lovers a kiss was just a way to show dominance.

This however... was something new to me. It was more like mutual exploration. We remained like this for some time, with my arms moving around his trim waist, and his arms around my neck. He moved his hands down my face, they felt rough but no unpleasant in the least. Like my own, they were worn from activity. They moved down my arms and grabbed at my own hands. He removed them from his waist, only to pull on me to follow him.

No words were said between us, and I knew what was to happen- we were to have sex. But something in Shawn\'s eyes told me differently. That maybe for once I was wrong.

TBC.

(short chapter I know, but the next one will be longer and lots and lots of good things will happen ;-) )