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Scars	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 20250 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Good morning, Harry,” He almost stumbles into the dining room, but despite his grogginess, gives me a bright smile.

“Good morning, Lucius,” He takes his seat and mumbles wordless appreciation for the food that’s already on his plate. He definitely isn’t a morning person, but I’ve noticed over the years that breakfast is his favorite meal.

“I trust you slept well?” If I didn’t know that he wakes up in this manner every morning, I might think otherwise.

“Yeah, could have slept better if-”

“I’ll thank you to not finish that thought,” I’m sure it was to be some reference to what we didn’t do last night. I don’t need a verbal reminder of that, the slight ache in my groin is enough.

“Hey, you don’t even know what I was going to say,” He tries to sound indignant at my assumption, but it just comes out slightly whiny.

“I can hazard a guess, and I’d wager that you weren’t going to complain about the softness of the sheets,” I let him see just a little of the grin that I’m trying to stifle.

“Fine, you’re right. I just don’t understand why we have to wait. What are we waiting for?”

It’s a good question, one that I’ve been asking myself for the past three days. We’ve shared a few kisses, none like our first though. I’ve tried to keep him at arm’s length for several reasons. I share one of them with him, but it isn’t what’s really driving me.

“Have you contacted Miss Granger?” I would like for him to speak with her first. I’d like for him to speak with Draco first. I’d like to know that whatever feelings they may still have are resolved before I venture any farther with him. It would be hard, but I could still walk away. At this point, I could still let them be happy together, should they both want that.

It’s not what I want, and it would hurt, but everything would be less complicated if Harry did still love my son. I’m scared to lose Draco, but I’m even more terrified of losing them both if I push this too far and it’s not really what Harry wants.

“It’s actually Mrs. Weasley now. She married George a couple years after the war. Yeah, I’ll send her an owl today. So…” He reaches over to run his finger up and down the back of my hand. Why must he tempt me so?

“Good, I spoke with Severus yesterday, it seems that Draco is doing well. He has started some type of rehabilitation that combines muggle and magical techniques for healing. He has been working with someone to discover the reason for his decline. He is hoping to be able to visit soon, if only for the day,” He jerks his hand away and looks at me accusingly.

No, I did not want to mention Draco, but it had to be done. As much as I’d like to, we cannot ignore the way we came to be in this situation. If Draco was only an ex-lover…but he is not. He is my son and I must do anything I can to keep him in my life - to keep both of them in my life. I would not turn Harry back over to him to be mistreated, but if Draco is able to regain control of himself…

“So, that’s what this is about? I’m not going back to him, Lucius. If you turn me away right now, I still will not want him. I understand that he’s your son, but when he visits, it will be best that we not see each other,” He drops his fork and pushes away from the table. I do the same and catch him before he can run and hide.

“Harry, you know that you can’t avoid this. At some point you will have to sit down and talk to him. If you do not, you will never be able to move on. He still loves you,” It pains me to say, so much that I’m glad he’s facing away from me and can’t see my face. The emotion must leak into my voice, because his reply is so close to the truth.

“You think that I might still love him too. You think that I‘m going back to him if he returns the person he was when we first got together,” It isn’t a question, but I answer anyway.

“Yes and no,” I turn him to face me and tilt his head up so that I can look into his eyes, “I do know that you think that you care about me, Harry. However, I also know that it’s a very real possibility that I’m a substitute for what you really want. You did love him, I saw that with my own eyes. That love didn’t just disappear, and I’m concerned that it’s just waiting to resurface,” I release his head and arm, and purposely break eye contact. I hadn’t planned on having this conversation this morning and I’m a tad more emotional than I’d intended to be.

“You’re afraid, Lucius, not just concerned. You want me to face my ‘demons’ but you can’t even admit to feeling fear,” He scoffs and steps away from me slightly, “You are scared to death. You’re scared that Draco will feel betrayed by our relationship. You’re scared to let me too far in because you’re convincing yourself that I don’t really love you,” I don’t want to tell him just how right he is, but what choice do I have?

“I believe those are reasonable fears to have, do you not?”

He shakes his head, almost visibly reconsiders, then nods slightly, “One of them is, Draco isn’t going to be pleased. The other is just rubbish, but taking everything into account, I can see how you might feel that way. How can I prove myself to you? Loving someone shouldn’t be hard, Lucius, it should be the easiest and most natural thing in the world. So how can I make this as easy for you as it is for me?”

I ponder this for a moment. If Harry hadn’t been Draco’s lover, I wouldn’t have hesitated to take him straight to my bed. I wouldn’t have denied myself the pleasure of being with him just because he’s been hurt or may still love someone else. The problem is that I’m not willing to fight for his affections if my competition is to be my own flesh and blood.

“Speak with Mrs. Weasley. Then, when Draco feels he’s ready, speak with him. If you find that you still want to be with him, do so. If not, find some closure, and we will go from there. It isn’t loving you that’s difficult, Harry. It’s the reality that I might lose you and Draco that’s worrisome.”

He moves toward me until we are breathing the same air, he raises his hand and runs his finger through my hair. He sighs sweetly, sadly and lets his hand drop to my shoulder. His other hand reaches out to grip my hip and gently tugs me closer. He pushes up on his toes to put his forehead against mine and with only a little hesitation I let myself lean into him.

“You won’t lose me, Lucius. I’ll do what I can to make sure you don’t lose him either. There’s something I need from you, though,” His lips are so very close. I can almost feel them brush against mine as he speaks. It’s so tantalizing, having him right here and knowing he’s more than willing.

“What do you need, Harry?”

“I need you to stop pushing me away. I understand that you don’t want to have a physical relationship yet, but don’t hold back when you kiss me. Don’t run away from me when I try to touch you. For the past few days, with the exception of the couples kisses I’ve practically forced on you, you’ve kept more distance between us than you ever have.”

He’s correct, of course. I have been distancing myself from him. I’ve been trying to keep us emotionally separate since our confessions, since I realized that he might actually be mature enough for a real relationship. I don’t have to do that, though. We can cultivate and nurture a less conventional friendship, can we not? We can be friends who hug, friends who touch, friends who kiss. Can we be friends who are also in love with each other? Well, it’s been done before, hasn’t it? I shake my head at the knowledge that I’m growing softer since I’ve entered this strange land of ‘middle age.’ Since when does Lucius Malfoy have friends? I’ll consider that later, right now, I have a tempting set of lips only centimeters from mine.

I capture his mouth and am sure, right away, that the idea of us ever being just friends is ludicrous. He moans when I flick my tongue tenderly over his palate, arches into me when I gently suck his tongue, grinds against me when I nibble his bottom lip. I pull away, leaving us both a little breathless and quite desperate for more.

His eyes plead with me to take him upstairs and ravish him properly in my bed. I consider the idea of throwing him onto the table - still laden with our morning meal - but manage to keep myself from doing either. I draw his head to my chest and carefully separate our lower regions. He doesn’t try to regain his position and I’m vastly grateful for that.

“Can I assume that means that you won’t be running away from me anymore?” There is a little humor in his voice and I’m glad to hear that it’s almost steady as well.

“I think you could safely draw that conclusion.”

“Good,” He clings to me a moment longer before hugging me tightly and stepping out of my arms. I don’t allow myself to miss his warmth, it would do nothing but drive me insane.

“So, it seems I’m in need of some parchment, a quill, ink, and an owl,” I silently thank him for changing the subject.

“Right this way, Mr. Potter. I’m sure we’ll find everything but the owl in my study,” I sweep my arm out in a grand gesture and bow as if I’m merely a servant, I guess when it comes to him, I may be just that. He laughs a little and leads the way.
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