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The Slow Unintended Seduction Of Lucius Malfoy	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 37407 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Thirteen
Lucius had spent a lifetime making terrible things disappear. They were only muggles. No one of importance would have even known of their existence if not for Albus Dumbledore seeking them out and using them for his personal means. That was usually how muggles were discovered if ever. As victims.
Lucius suggested an automobile crash. The Dursleys were mangled, and there was little point assembling them. A car connecting with the ground after a tumble off a cliff would be appropriate enough. Muggles put themselves in such danger every day when they got into their racing vehicles, thinking they were immortal when they had no power to even protect themselves from a collision.
He brought the bodies to Dumbledore's domain, gracing the great castle nearly empty while students rejoined families for the summer. Albus was quiet. The headmaster had also spent a lifetime making terrible things disappear. The men understood each other well in that regard. The question was, of course, the terms.
Lucius had been clear what he would do if his demands weren't met.
Dumbledore had created the blood wards that protected number four on Privet Drive. It was not something one could hide; magic was a signature. He had placed himself as a power of authority for a boy that could not control himself, allowed that boy to be abused, and then left him with the abuser. The math was stark. Dumbledore had not monitored Harry's condition to make sure his explosive magic was contained. And he had not monitored the boy to prevent him being harmed—A crime to Lucius, but not so much to the rest of the wizarding world.
He would go after the school. Full charges would be pressed, questions asked as to why Harry's condition wasn't noticed. And then Lucius would use Harry's memories against the headmaster, showing the letter he had written for help, the time he had gone to Dumbledore and had been turned away, because 'protection from Voldemort was top priority.' Muggles and muggleborns would become villains once again, the great Savior of the Wizarding World attacked by simple common folk. Even if the school could distance from Dumbledore, they would not be able to distance from that.
Lucius would make sure. He would destroy the equality the school tried to foster just to break the man that had allowed Harry to be hurt. Or Dumbledore could bend to his will.
Albus had acquiesced. Harry was no longer his responsibility in any sense. No longer his tool to manipulate. No longer welcome at Hogwarts.
The Dursleys would be forgotten in the pages of a newspaper, and Harry would never be questioned. The muggles barely knew he existed. His relatives had spoken about him as if the boy had been a hardened criminal, distancing themselves at every turn. Harry slipping away, far from Privet Drive to be soothed between Lucius's sheets, would go completely unnoticed.
Lucius hadn't even had to raise his voice.
“I was a pleasure to see you again, Albus.” Lucius lifted his cane and dipped his head graciously.
Dumbledore nodded in reply, his back particularly stiff as he walked around the prone forms of what was left of the Dursleys and got the door for Lucius. “As it was you, Lucius. Draco will be looking forward to the upcoming year. The seventh year spells are always the most exciting for the students.”
“I remember,” Lucius agreed, pausing in the doorway. “I expect Harry's records will be available within the week. I want everything in order before the school year.”
“I will see to it,” Dumbledore said, with only a slight tension to his mouth. The man did not like to lose, Lucius knew that well. But he had and would not make a fuss over it.
“Good day, Albus,” Lucius said, stepping out into the stone hallway.
Dumbledore gave him a final piercing glare. “Of course.”
Lucius had left once Draco was up and rested well enough to watch over Harry. He did not fully trust that Harry was balanced about what had happened. It would not be wise to leave him alone for long. Certainly not among a school full of students. Especially a school where the teachers had well proven they could not be trusted to protect Harry.
Lucius did not go straight home. He returned to Privet Drive, the wards still open to him. With intent, he went through the tiny muggle house, seeking out the adults' bedroom and riffling for anything related to Harry. He found the boy's record of birth, as well as photos of his parents and letters in a bundle hidden in a shoe box in the closet. It was so cliché he wanted to groan. Such ordinary people. They probably hid their valuables in the underwear drawer.
There was no greatness here. It was amazing Harry had grown as much as he had, stifled in such mundane organization. Lucius would have to think of something to challenge the young man. A tutor, most definitely. But also something to get him out of the manor and seeing the world more. The boy seemed content to be confined in dark, cramped spaces. Seeing Privet Drive and the cupboard, Lucius felt it was time to change that.
It would be good for Lucius too. He had grown complacent in his routines. Work, home, work again. Even when Narcissa had been living there, the routine had been the same for years. Summers were actually a relief, Draco home to brighten things and interrupt a bit.
Harry... The boy had his routines, but in a different, more energizing way. He did not wake up, but jumped up, usually shouting from nightmares. Even the simple act of wearing clothing had been caustic to the senses. He ate as if he had never truly known a meal, and expected to lose it if he looked away. The boy appreciated things, more things than Lucius took notice of everyday. It would be good to see the world like that while around him.
Lucius gave a final look around the dim, squalid house that Harry had called home for almost seventeen years. There were no traces left of the incident that happened here. Except the magical aura, but little could be done of that. Anyone with magical sensitivity would always find the place 'wrong' or 'creepy.' Not just from the explosion Harry had wrought, but the violence that had occurred for many years. Houses held onto their humans' emotions. They rotted, twisted and decayed just like the beings that went about their day, filling their home with their own negativity.
Vernon could blame Harry all he liked for 'ruining' his family, but without the Dursleys, Harry was a positive, bright being. The Dursleys, on the other hand, had been twisted even with Harry gone each school term.

Harry woke with a gasp, his heart racing, pounding in his chest. Vernon had been... No...
No, Vernon was dead. Harry had killed him.
Harry sat up slowly, staring at his hands while waiting for his heart to calm. God, were the nightmares just going to be worse now? How much more final could you get beyond stone cold dead?
“Pipsqueak made you something to eat.”
Harry yelped, jolting at the sound of Draco's voice.
“Shit, you're jumpier than a cat.” Draco handed Harry his glasses, Harry slipping them on in time to see his friend glare calculatingly. “So I can't help but notice you're naked, and in my father's bed.”
“Oh crap...” Harry flinched, eying his friend as he hid himself further under the sheets and tried to come up with a plausible excuse. “Er... I got lost?”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Relax. I'm not going to kill you... Yet.” He pushed a tray of food next to Harry and sat down on the side of the bed. “I need to wait until you get your strength back.”
Harry bit his lip, avoiding Draco's gaze. “I didn't... that is... I didn't do it to upset you...”
“Geez, I hope not. That would just be super weird. And it's already super weird.” Draco huffed, folding his arms over his chest. Harry hesitantly grabbed half a sandwich off the plate, seeing as Draco didn't seem to be in a hexing mood. The moment it hit his tongue he was salivating, wolfing the food down with less chewing than was probably required. Harry kept eating, pulling the tray over and drinking down a large glass of juice.
“So, which one are you?”
Harry glanced up, in the middle of biting a large chunk out of an apple.
“Top or bottom?”
Harry choked, coughing loudly as his face turned red. Draco watched with a satisfied smirk, grabbing Harry's glass before it could fall and spill the last drops of liquid.
“Don't actually tell me. It's just funny to watch you squirm. And don't ever show me, at that. I may be able to handle this as long as I never have to see or hear any of it.”
Trying not to die, Harry wiped at the tears that had come to his eyes, his face flushed red. He eventually got his coughing under control. “Shit... So you're not going to kill me?”
Draco shrugged, giving Harry a long side glance as he stole a bite of the remaining sandwich. “You'd be surprised what I'm willing to put up with. As long as you're not suffering with those muggles, and Father isn't burning the house down. He... he likes you, Harry. A lot. More than I thought he could like anyone, actually... Hence the burning, breaking, yelling and stuff,” Draco added thoughtfully. “I'm not going to fuck that up for him.”
Bitting his lip, Harry felt extremely uncomfortable when Draco suddenly glared at him and continued, saying, “So you better not be just messing around with him. Got it?”
“I'm not,” Harry said a little hoarsely, not a hundred percent certain what he was doing with Lucius, but knowing it wasn't messing around. Not after earlier and seeing the man so raw and open like that. It had wounded Harry in a way, and he was having difficulty handling even the memory of it.
Draco nodded at his answer, looking satisfied for now. “Alright, so how about a swim? Something to get you out of the house. Maybe distract a bit?”
“Yeah, okay. That would be nice.” Harry went to get out of bed, then stopped, realizing he had nothing on and no clothes in sight.
“You know, I could leave you here to suffer, but I'd only be hurting myself having to see your scrawny ass running through the house,” Draco muttered, getting up to get Harry his bathing suit. Harry just smirked, fairly certain his ass wasn't scrawny at all.
He looked around idly, wondering where Lucius had gone to. He hadn't felt the man leave. And considering how Harry had fallen asleep, that was a task all its own. Harry flushed, eyes closing involuntarily as he felt an ache between his cheeks, his body wonderfully sore and intent on reminding him just what he had done with Lucius.
Was it wrong of him, enjoying himself so much? Harry was only hours away from the destruction of the muggle family he had grown up with. Lucius hardly seemed to care... But Harry wasn't Lucius, and was never going to be. Lucius had done things, intentionally, to gain his existence. Harry had just reacted to things being done to him, and was still reacting. He sighed, running his hands over the sheets thoughtlessly.
He was going to have to make a decision soon. About how he was going to feel about it all. He couldn't just keep reacting forever. One of these days, Harry was going to have to own his feelings, not just perceive them as independent entities that clung to him. Just... not today.

“Father, finally.”
Lucius paused as he walked in the door, Draco waiting for him with worry on his face. “What?”
“He's cleaning. With his hands.” Draco said sharply, pacing two steps in agitation. “I told him I could just spell it away, but he wouldn't listen.”
Lucius sighed internally. “Where is he?”
Draco pointed down the hall, grabbing the door before Lucius could shut it. “Call me if you need me. Otherwise, just keep it down.” Raising his brows at Draco's turn around on his relationship with Harry, Lucius watched his son escape into the warmth outside.
Harry was in the kitchen, crouched on the floor in a damp bathing suit and no top, scars exposed to the late afternoon light. He was bleeding, naturally, a gash on his ankle from where he had tripped and cut himself on the vintage brass table in the hallway. From what Lucius could tell, he was desperately trying to clean up the spots of blood with his hands, following the trail back, only to drip more in the process.
“Did you lose something?” Lucius asked dryly, Harry only glancing towards his legs briefly in acknowledgement.
“Is this when you say my mind?” Harry grumbled, rubbing his palm roughly on the kitchen tile, streaking red that quickly turned orange, and then faded gone.
Realizing he was at least lucid and not as mad as Draco had made Harry out to be, Lucius relaxed and leaned against the counter. “Oh, I was going to say your wand, or healing charm, or a bandage... Even a towel would be preferable to this.”
“I'm having trouble doing things,” Harry said tightly, eyes again glancing towards Lucius's leather boots. “Tripping. Vision keeps getting dark.”
“You've been through a shock. It sounds like your blood pressure is low.” Lucius raised a brow at the boy, eyes running over the curve of his back and the muscles moving there. “When was the last time you ate?”
Harry paused, slowly raking his teeth over his bottom lip. “Couple of hours ago.”
“Time enough for a meal.”
Nodding silently, Harry stared at what his hands were doing, eventually sitting back on the floor, head bowed forward. He pressed at the cut on his ankle, fingers trying to stop the flow of blood with little success.
Lucius couldn't help but notice that the boy had started to skitter again in his presence, stunning green eyes touching his way tentatively, only to run and hide beneath his dark lashes. He wasn't sure what one was supposed to do in a situation like this. Lucius knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to shake the little brat until Harry finally realized there was nothing to worry about, Lucius did truly care, and no one was ever, ever, ever going to hurt him again.
Eyes raking over the boy, Lucius amended his previous thought, changing shaking to something more delectable, such as kissing, and tasting, and all around pawing. But he wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do in this situation either. He had lost his control earlier that day, just so relieved to have Harry back and in one piece. That he could have actually been damaged—No, dead. Nearly dead.
But that was done. A blip of less than a weekend. Harry was back, bleeding on his floor, skittering and uncertain. Why wasn't he certain? Had Lucius pushed too fast? Read the signals wrong? Was he supposed to be... paternal or something? Lucius did not want to be Harry's parent.
“Potter, stop bleeding on my floor,” Lucius said heavily, his head spinning with all his annoying thoughts.
Harry glanced up at him, brows furrowed. “You were just angry I was cleaning it...”
Lucius ran his tongue over his teeth, relishing the sensation as those very green eyes lingered a little too long on him, sliding down his form instead of immediately glancing away. “I wonder sometimes... Is this your way of marking your space?”
“What?” Harry asked, forced again to look up at Lucius.
“Getting your blood everywhere,” Lucius said silkily. “Do you think if you get enough on my floor—not to mention what you did to the bathroom wall the other week when you failed at shaving—that you'll stake your claim?”
Harry blushed, pulling his ankle towards his body, blood dripping out between his fingers where he held the wound. “That's crazy talk,” he muttered, refusing to look up. Lucius watched him, eyebrow twitching when the little hellion slowly lifted his hand from his ankle and looked at it questioningly. Harry then proceeded to wipe his hand on the kitchen floor, deliberately streaking the white tile with his blood. “You, Sir, are a crazy person.”
Lucius was pretty certain whatever Harry needed from him, it was never going to be paternal. A father—at least a proper one—would not wish to fuck the prat out of such a devilish young man. Inhaling sharply, Lucius walked over and crouched behind Harry, looking down at the boy's bowed head and shoulders. “You're going to clean that, correct?”
Harry shrugged noncommittally, rubbing the side of his finger onto the tile and adding another blob of red. “Don't have anything to clean with.”
Lucius grabbed Harry's hand, the boy stilling his motions. Was he afraid? Upset about something? Wondering why Harry was still flinching and skittering around him, Lucius slowly licked one of the red fingers, tasting copper and flesh. Harry made a strained, choking noise, trying to pull his hand away. Lucius wouldn't let him, lapping in slow, thorough movements until his hand was completely clean.
“W-Where did you go?” Harry asked, voice higher than normal. “I woke up and you... you weren't...”
Realization dawning, Lucius rested his other hand on Harry's shoulder. “I was dealing with the Albus situation. Did you think I wasn't coming back?”
Harry didn't say anything for a long moment, rocking his sticky ankle back and forth on the floor. “When I'm alone... I forget who I am. In a day, just one day, my life flipped crazy and I lost myself. Now, it feels like whenever I'm alone, I'm going to get sucked right back there. Even though it's gone. Even though he's dead. Somehow I feel it's waiting for me when there is no one around to remind me otherwise.”
Lucius kneaded Harry's neck, the boy giving a sigh and relaxing. “Draco was here. He wants to help you.”
“I can't... He wouldn't understand this.” Harry glanced over his shoulder, uncertainty on his face. “It's good he doesn't understand. No one has ever hurt him. He's never hurt anyone. But I can't talk to him.”
“I told him what happened. He's not ignorant, Harry. He knows some of the dark deeds his mother and I have committed. He won't reject you—If I hadn't gone for you, I know he would have eventually.”
Harry rolled his shoulders, Lucius wondering if the boy was trying to push him away. He stilled his hand, but Harry didn't repeat the motion. “It would have been too late, anyways.”
“You didn't tell us how bad it was,” Lucius pointed out. “Draco had suspicions, but not enough to come to me before you were first kicked out. Silence is not the answer in these sorts of situations, even when it feels like the only thing.”
“What, like you would have done anything a year ago?” Harry asked, disbelief and anger mixing in his voice. “Dumbledore didn't. You didn't even know me then—Hell, do you even know me now?”
Frowning, Lucius sat fully, pulling the huffing boy back into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of Harry's head, hands following down his narrow arms to clasp lightly. “How well, exactly, does anyone know another? At what point can you just relent, and accept that I enjoy your company? Must I crawl inside your head, learn everything there could ever be to know? There are millions that enjoy time together that don't have such requirements. Why do you demand it for someone to like you?”
“I dunno...” Harry ducked his head further, his hair tickling across Lucius's chin. “I just... I don't understand why anyone would like me.”
Lucius sighed, not sure if verbalizing just what made Harry so appealing to him would actually be good for the boy to hear. Compliments seemed to have the opposite effect when Harry was in this mood. “Because you are there. You do not need to be special, or morale, or perfect—Or fashionable and neat, in your case,” he teased softly. “Shall you try to put into words why you like me, beyond the superficial things one always thinks of when with a lover?”
Harry huffed again, resting heavier against Lucius. “I like you because... well, because. You listen. And you understand me... sometimes. And you're strong. Powerful... I feel safe around you... And you're a crazy person—I mean, you did burn all my clothes.”
“And you like me.”
“Yes,” Harry nodded, twining his fingers with Lucius's.
“Even though you know very well I have done terrible things for flimsy justifications at best.”
Harry shifted, tilting his head until he was rubbing his cheek against the man's raspy jaw. “I probably shouldn't, huh? I mean, a proper person would think that was horrible, and not want to be around you.”
Lucius raised a brow, smirking slightly. “You are anything but proper. Terror, comes to mind. Hellion. Demon.”
Harry scoffed, turning and nearly smacking his head into Lucius's nose. “I am a very nice person. I am polite, and respectful, and bloody nice!”
“That's not what my son tells me.” Lucius watched Harry blush, the boy's annoyance fizzled by his embarrassment.
“You can't count what I do at school. I'm talking about here, at the manor, where I'm a perfect guest and you have a vendetta against me.” He paused, glaring slightly. “Wasn't I brooding about something?”
“Not that I recall. I'm pretty sure you've been sitting here the entire time, trying to stain my kitchen floor with your blood in the hopes that I will relent and give you the room permanently.”
“You know, instead of complaining, you could have healed me ages ago,” Harry shot back, a small grin crossing his face.
“I could have, but then I would have missed you becoming woozy from blood loss, and susceptible to my many charms.” Lucius moved his warm hands up Harry's bare arms, the boy shivering in response. “I believe this is the first time I've seen you without a shirt intentionally.”
Harry turned forward again, one of his hands running over Lucius's raised knee and then down, pulling up his pant leg to examine his expensive boot. “I was swimming, and it was just Draco. I thought maybe you would have come back...”
“And then you broke yourself and decided to paint my floor.” Harry's neck flushed, and Lucius smirked. Turning Harry red was becoming his favorite hobby. “What did you want now that you've found me?”
If possible, Harry turned redder, now his shoulders coming in to play. Lucius couldn't hear his answer, leaning forward when Harry ducked his head and mumbled something. “What was that?” Lucius asked, running his hand down the center of Harry's stomach, feeling the muscles twitch in response.
“N-nothing,” Harry gasped.
“Oh, it was something, you little hell-spawn.” He flicked his tongue out, teasing a trail down below Harry's ear. “Something rude and inappropriate that you just can't help yourself to say.”
“Was not,” Harry insisted weakly. “I had... I had missed you.” He peeked to the side, catching Lucius's eye. “By your account, enough to bleed all over your floor to lure you back.”
Lucius gave a hungry growl, running his hands down the boy's sides and slipping fingers beneath his waistband. “Did you enjoy yourself earlier? Spread wide... full...”
“God, yes,” Harry whispered heatedly, and Lucius had no doubt now that Harry had been waiting for him to come back to do it again. Maybe he had even grown insecure when Lucius had taken as long as he had to return.
“Tell me what you liked about it,” Lucius asked with a purr, fingers moving teasing, taunting beneath the boy's bathing suit, brushing soft touches of fire.
Harry gave a choked laugh, hips jolting, foot nearly smacking into the refrigerator. “All of it. Every freaking thing.”
“Oh, I think something must have stood out as better... Tell me the things you like best,” Lucius insisted, wanting to know. He kissed Harry's neck, pulling the boy's hips closer.
Harry gave a weak moan as he thought, head rolling to the side. “That thing... when you knelt... That was amazing...”
“Yes, you did seem to enjoy that. Which works out, since I really enjoy doing that. What else do you really like?”
“Damn... okay, the other day. In the bathroom,” Harry said hesitantly, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Yes?” Lucius prodded when Harry seemed unable to finish the thought.
That it was easy to turn the boy scarlet did not make it any less delicious to see. Lucius smirked as Harry gave a shiver, voice raising in pitch. “You had... okay... all over me...” Harry muttered barely above a whisper, swaying when Lucius suddenly nipped at his neck.
“You liked it when I covered you in my cum,” Lucius said lowly, watching Harry react to the words as if they were a touch. The boy arched back, head falling on Lucius's shoulder heavily as he panted up. “What about today? When I came inside you?” He ran one of his hands up, thumb moving over Harry's nipple and squeezing.
Harry groaned, his hips jolting, legs stretching out and then bending back up. “I could feel it... god, dripping out... Inside me... That was really good...”
Lucius growled at the answer, knowing he was losing control and having a hard time caring at the moment. “Yes, it was... You were so tight... What else, Harry? What else do you like?”
Wiggling back against the bulge growing in Lucius's pants, Harry answered readily, his embarrassment slipping away as he grew more aroused. “I want to suck you. I want to know... god, what it's like to feel you in my mouth.”
Lucius could really not think of any good reason Harry's beautiful red pout should not be stretched around his hard cock. He had imagined it so many times before, in so many different way. “Upstairs, Potter,” he ordered roughly, his hands already helping to push Harry to his feet.
Harry hesitated, watching Lucius rise, eyes hooded in lust. “Or maybe... down the hall? Your study?” He asked, wagging his eyebrows slightly. “You know... because I'm pretty sure I've only been in there with clothes on.”
Lucius inhaled sharply, his eyes narrowing as he thought. “I like my study...”
Harry smirked, stepping back towards the door. “I do too. It smells nice in there. And it's always cool and quiet.”
“You're still bleeding. Actually the last time you were in my study...”
“Wasn't bleeding. You had fixed that in the other room.” Harry reminded, his grin growing. “You think I'm going to ruin your office.”
Lucius took a step forward, Harry gulping and sliding his foot backwards. “I know you're going to ruin my study. That's what you do.”
Harry shrugged, his cheeks flushed. “But the last time we were in there together—”
“Because you've been in there without me,” Lucius growled, remembering the teabag in a completely different light all of a sudden.
“Ha... ah... It's nice and quiet in there... and it smells like you... and leather...” Harry had managed to find and nearly knock over a large vase of fresh flowers sitting in the hall as he backed away from the growling man. “I'm trying to remind you of the last time—Actually, kind of first time. When you were fixing my tooth...”
“I am very protective of my study.” Lucius watched as Harry barely dodged around another narrow table in the hall, eyes falling to his foot. “And you're still bleeding.”
Biting his lip, Harry stopped, holding his ankle up and trying not to sway. “Well, fix it already. And then we can... you know...” He blushed, fidgeting as he stared at Lucius expectantly.
“What? Ruin my study? I think not.” Lucius took another step, and when Harry realized the man was not going to heal him, he stumbled back, eyes wide.
“You know what? I know how to fix this,” Harry said, his voice full of breath as he watched Lucius cautiously from beneath lowered lashes. “It's going to be my study.”
Lucius froze, trying to figure out what the boy was getting at. “What?”
“Well, if the bathroom is mine, and the kitchen—And you had not problem doing stuff there with me...” Harry's grin turned wicked right before he turned and ran down the hall. Lucius stared after him, trying to figure out what the boy was implying. Then he noticed the blood on the hardwood floor and it all clicked.
The damn terror was going to bleed all over his study.

“Oh god, I'm sorry... Hell, promise... fuck... please, Lucius... Please...”
“Not until you've cleaned it all,” Lucius growled.
Harry moaned, Lucius pushing him down into the leather chair that felt like butter, head falling back. “But I'm so hard!”
“That is the point,” Lucius said with a purr, “Otherwise it's not a punishment.”
“But it's not a punishment—”
“Oh, it is, you little brat. Give it some time and you'll see what kind of suffering you're in for.” Lucius had taken the initiative to close the curtains and silence the room, just in case his poor son had decided to swim to distract from the torture Lucius was going to be inflicting on Harry. His little lover had managed to bleed out on most of his study floor, and had just been raising his ankle to smear Lucius's desk when he had finally gotten into the room. He had promptly bound the boy's wrists with a spell, something the two of them had quickly discovered Harry liked. A lot.
Green eyes hazy, red lips panting loud gasps of air, Harry stared up at Lucius with his hands tied behind his back, his thin bathing suit tenting from his needy erection. Lucius found himself kneeling between the boy's spread legs, fingers lighting ever so softly on Harry's knees. “I am going to heal you, so that you will stop bleeding on my things,” Lucius murmured, watching Harry's eyes widen with each word. “Then you are going to clean up your mess.”
“H-How? I don't... my hands...” Harry whimpered, pulling at his bonds again, his back arching and nipples peaking under Lucius's gaze. “Oh god, you keep looking at me like... ha...” He trailed off, eyelids lowering as he fell silent under the man's intense stare.
Lucius pulled the boy's leg up, gripping him by the ankle and tugging it roughly to his broad shoulder. “You will have to make do,” he said huskily, attention straying to the streams of crimson decorating the boy's olive toned flesh, paler where his ankle flared to his foot. “You are a very resourceful young man.” He reached his tongue out, hovering above the heat of Harry's skin.
“Please...” Harry whispered when Lucius hesitated. Silver eyes snapped to his and he gasped, very much staring at a predator about to eat him alive. “Please,” he repeated more insistent, trying not to squirm. Lucius touched his tongue to his foot and Harry moaned, hips jerking, body slipping down the chair.
“This is how you're going to clean my floor,” Lucius breathed out slowly, lapping another long swipe over Harry's foot. “All of it. Every drop. On your knees with your hands bound.” He reached up, tugging at the hem of Harry's bathing suit. “Naked.”
Making a noise between a laugh and a gasp, Harry let his head sink deeper against the chair, eyes fixed on Lucius's red tongue. “Okay... That seems, er... fair...” He whispered weakly, his cheeks turning red. Lucius continued to lick up his ankle, looking like some pale, beautiful vampire. “I still get to... that is...” Harry licked his lips, waiting for the man to look at him again. “I still want to suck you.”
“After,” Lucius promised, smiling wickedly. “Once your jaw is aching and your tongue raw. After your senses are full of blood and dust. Maybe your lips will be splintered... maybe chapped and bleeding... Only then can you have a taste of me, you little hellion.”
Eyes wide, Harry gaped at the man, his hips jolting forward. “Holy crap... you're crazy—Hell!” He yelped, Lucius tugging him closer by his foot, bending his leg and letting it slip over his shoulder. Harry didn't dare tell the man he was getting blood on his shirt. He did not want to give Lucius another excuse to be crazy... Harry bit back a wild smile, trying to draw his eyes away from where a flash of red was now on Lucius's neck. Maybe if he bled on the man a little, Lucius would be his, just like the kitchen, bathroom, and undoubtedly study. “Uh, hey, Lucius?”
“What?” Lucius ran his lips lightly over Harry's, hands now free to find the waist of his bathing suit.
“What if I just said I was really sorry?” Harry asked, pressing forward and trying to get a proper kiss. Lucius skirted away, keeping the pressure barely there. “Come on... I'm really, really sorry.” Harry said sincerely.
“You are not even remotely sorry,” Lucius replied gruffly, hands caressing down Harry's smooth ass and thighs as he pulled his bathing suit down. He lifted the boy's hips up, freeing the material from the chair. “You're a destructive little hell-spawn that is intent on destroying everything I own.”
Harry couldn't help but smirk. “You're a wizard. You can just fix it all.”
Lucius growled, pulling away with a glare. He released Harry's legs and removed the boy's shorts in a quick motion. “Get on the floor, you brat. Put that rude mouth of yours to something useful for a change.”
Harry stared at the man disbelieving. He was serious. Lucius actually expected him to lick the damn floor. Harry let his gaze stray to the gleaming hardwood. A dozen small red spots sprinkled foot length apart, and one rather large splotch by Lucius's desk, where Harry had dug his fingernail in, trying to get enough to—Alright, maybe he deserved this, just a little. But only a little.
Harry wiggled down off the chair, bracing himself on his feet while trying not to fall without his arms for balance. His shoulder blades pulled back deliciously, his nipples hardening each time, along with his already hard length. He glared at Lucius, the man just raising a brow, lips pursed. “Hey, heal me already!” Harry held up his ankle, nearly falling over when he lost his balance.
Lucius caught him, the man's clothing making Harry's skin jolt with fire. Blushing, Harry watched as Lucius bent down his leg, wand pointing to his ankle to heal him. The man was nearly on his knees, and it made Harry think of all the good things that happened whenever Lucius was on his knees. As if reading his mind, Lucius licked a small patch over Harry's sharp hipbone, free hand coming up to cup his ass and squeeze. Harry moaned, pressing his hips forward, hoping the man would get the hint and just suck him.
“Hurry up, Potter. Before it starts staining my floor.” Lucius pulled away from Harry and stood once again. Harry let out a disappointed moan, feeling very unsteady without the man to hold him upright.
“Fine,” he huffed, bare feet slapping on the floor. He glared back, but Lucius did not look sorry in the least to be doing this to him. Harry deliberately turned his back to the man, growling as he carefully sunk to his knees and tried not to fall on his face. It was just a stupid spot of blood—He was hardly going to freak out over it. He was halfway bending towards the floor, tongue outreached, when he began to have an inkling of ulterior motive in this particular punishment.
Bending forward with his arms tied back made his stomach muscles clench, keeping Harry from breathing deep. Harry's shoulders pulled back, neck tight and heavy, nipples tingling. His thighs spread wider for balance, muscles tight, hard cock bobbing with each movement, knees digging painful into the hard floor. Through the heat suddenly rising in him, Harry realized Lucius had a good view of his ass. Very good, if the man's approving hum had anything to say about it.
Face flushing with just how aroused he was suddenly feeling, Harry bent forward as far as he could, sinking down between his spread knees. Sweat began to trickle down his back and neck, his breath coming out in harsh pants. Had Lucius known this was going to happen? Or was there just something very wrong with Harry, liking to be tied up and forced to lick the floor? Groaning at the very idea, Harry reached his tongue out, eyes half closed as he managed to finally touch his tongue to the ground.
“Slowly... go slow...” Lucius said, his voice sounding low and rough in the quiet room.
Harry exhaled sharply, eyes closing, body clenching with need. He lapped his tongue out again, the floor polished smooth against his skin, feeling hard and only a little dusty. Harry went slow, tracing his tongue over the bumps and nooks, small drinks of tangy sweet red filling his senses. Lucius watched him the entire time, hissing softly, eventually crouching down to make sure Harry got every bit.
“Right here...” Lucius whispered, pressing Harry's face to the side by his chin. Harry tried to lick the man's fingers, but Lucius pulled away, tsking softly. “Bad... Don't make me put something else there for you to clean...”
Harry whimpered, having a fair idea what that something else might be. God, he was so hard. He let Lucius lead him by the chin, lapping slow, long swats along the floor, moaning at each soft touch of fingers and hard feel of floor. Harry was gasping by the time he had gotten it all, sweat slicking his hair to his face and dripping down his stomach. He was so hard he was certain he was going to come any second. Neck aching from holding it at the awkward angle, he rested his head on the floor, cheek sticking slightly from his own saliva.
“You're not done, brat,” Lucius said huskily, running his hand through Harry's wet hair. “Do you see all those spots you missed? I want you to get them all. Slowly. Moving on your knees.”
Hell. Lucius made everything sound fucking sexy. Harry nodded weakly, licking his swollen lips. His jaw was aching but no splinters just yet. Whimpering, he struggled to get himself back onto his knees, rocking on his shoulder, his legs sore, thighs tight and cramped from the position. Damn, why was this so hot? Lucius was inches from him, watching everything he did, fingers brushing the softest of touches to his back and legs. Every little whisper of contact startled Harry and made him want so much more.
Harry tried to make his way over to the nearest cluster of red, his knees slipping on the floor from all his sweat. He tipped forward, nearly smacking his forehead on the ground, but Lucius caught him by the shoulder. “Oh fuck,” Harry gasped, Lucius suddenly settling behind him, body heat and fabric ghosting over his entire back, trapped arms, ass and thighs, hovering but not pressing. Lucius's long hair brushed silkily down his neck and shoulders, the man whispering in his ear lowly.
“Shall I show mercy, my little hellion?”
Harry shuddered, wondering if it was possible to come just from someone purring in your ear. It would be so easy for Lucius to fuck him like this. Bent over. Tied up. “Lucius... My god, I'm aching... I'm so hard...”
Breathing deeply, the man pressed a slow, chaste kiss to Harry's neck. “I told you, didn't I? Suffering.”
Harry groaned loudly, arching his head back, willing Lucius to nip, and suck, and lick like he was good at. The man didn't, stubbornly pressing another soft kiss to his flesh. “Please... please touch me,” Harry begged, his entire body trembling at the very thought.
“That sounds like a reward,” Lucius drawled, his voice strained. “I don't think you've earned a reward.”
“Okay... Shit, okay... How do I—Hell, how are you doing this to me?” Harry whimpered, trying to figure out how the man had switched things around so quickly. Less than twenty minutes ago Lucius was giving him shit for cleaning the kitchen floor with his hands. Now Harry was doing his best not to cum all over the study floor because he was certain he'd be forced to lick that up too. Harry groaned, putting his weight on his forehead, hips jerking forward. God, he'd probably like it.
“Sit up straight,” Lucius ordered, sitting back. “Turn around.”
Anticipation building, Harry sat up unsteadily, his legs burning from holding the cramped position. He bit down on his lip hard when Lucius finally came into view, the man's expression intense and consuming. “How do I earn a reward?” Harry asked, wanting it so badly he didn't care what he said as long as Lucius touched him.
“I've been watching you,” Lucius said, eyes moving over Harry hungrily. “Licking my floor like some degenerate. You're not sorry at all for what you've done.”
Harry couldn't help it; he was grinning like a loon and he knew it. “Oh, I'm totally sorry.”
Lucius shook his head, lips parting, tongue wetting slowly. “I don't think you've learned your lesson, Potter.”
Harry shuddered, his entire body rocketing. Lucius was fucked. Harry had a feeling he'd be bleeding all over this study every goddamn day, if it got Lucius to say sexy, messed up things like that to him. He wiggled closer on the floor, his bare knees just touching against Lucius's clothed ones. “Tell me what I have to do,” he rasped out, not sure he'd refuse anything at that moment.
Ghosting his fingers ever so lightly over Harry's face, Lucius suddenly gripped his jaw firmly. Eyes widening, Harry did not fight when he was forcefully pulled down, body bent forward, knees sliding further apart until the top of his head was pressing into Lucius's crisp white shirt and hard stomach. The sound of the man's zipper was the loudest thing Harry had ever heard in his entire life.
“Oh my god...” Harry whispered breathlessly.
Lucius pushed aside the fabric of his slacks and then underwear. Harry groaned when his erection came into view, large, thick and inches from his face. There was just the faintest of beading of precum on the dusky red tip. Harry stretched his tongue, whimpering when he realized he couldn't quite reach.
“Go slow,” Lucius ordered breathlessly, fingers lighting ever so gently on the back of Harry's neck.
Harry rubbed his head against Lucius's flat stomach, bracing himself as best he could while sinking lower, shoulders and chest resting on the man's strong thighs. The divided zipper was sharp against Harry's chin, fabric rough on his neck and face. The silken flesh of Lucius's cock was hot and slightly damp as it brushed against his lips. Lucius made a soft rumble when Harry began to kiss the hard flesh and taste lightly with his tongue. “Yes... Just like that...”
Letting his cheek rest on the pant clad thigh, Harry began to trace his tongue out, trembling up over the smooth column of flesh, seeking out every flowing contour, rough ridge. He was drawn up, seeking the tasty little bead of wet in the center of Lucius's slit. Rising up, Harry fixated on the tight indent, wiggling his tongue, pulling the flushed head up against his swollen lips and sucking, urging more leaking drops of precum to flow. Lucius suddenly grabbed him by the hair, pulling him back and hissing lowly. Harry moaned, watching the man's cock twitch, wondering just how close Lucius was to coming all over him.
“I said slow, you little demon...” Lucius relaxed his grip, Harry looking up and meeting the man's gaze. Lucius had a familiar, near breaking look in his burning eyes that made Harry weak. It made him want to do nasty, naughty things just to get Lucius to lose all control and fuck him. Harry reached his tongue out, Lucius growling with molten eyes still fixed on his. Slowly he connected with Lucius's swaying length, lapping a long line up to the very tip, tongue immediately dipping into the sensitive slit and seeking the fluid leaking there. “Harry...” Lucius groaned, expression pained, breath suddenly coming out in harsh pants.
Harry had to close his eyes, afraid seeing Lucius so undone was going to keep him from his goal of tormenting the man. He opened his sore jaw wide and took the thick cock into his mouth. He felt the weight of it, the ridges on his slick lips, the thrum of blood running through the underside when he pressed his tongue in caressing strokes. His neck ached from having to hold himself up, but Harry didn't stop, opening wider, feeling the hard flesh touch the roof of his mouth, then back against his tonsils. Saliva was building, gravity pulling it down to glisten and stream clear fluid around Lucius's hard dick and disappear into his blond pubic hair and briefs pulled only inches below.
Harry rocked, bobbing the straining head against his tonsils in rhythmic jolts, gasping for breath around the thick length. His nipples were raw, zapping from the friction of fabric as he braced himself on Lucius's lap and took more of the man's length into his mouth, daring to swallow further. Harry felt so hot, so wild knowing Lucius was hard just because of him. He wanted to make the man come, wanted to feel the large flesh swell and spurt into his hot mouth.
It was getting too hard to breathe, and Harry had to pull away before he choked on his own saliva. Groaning, he tried to push himself up, breathing heavily, his muscles shaking from the exertion of not having his arms to help. Lucius's large hands were suddenly pulling him up and forward, dragging Harry into a wild, forceful kiss. There was a snap and Harry's wrists were loose, aching and tingling. Feeling heavy limbed and sore, Harry didn't resist when Lucius pulled him into his lap, wrapping him around the man like a limp rag-doll while suffocating his already overwhelmed form with persistent, hot kisses over his face and neck.
Harry whimpered, feeling a rush of magic zipping through his entrance and deep into his passage. Lucius's fingers quickly followed, plunging in mercilessly, stretching his lubricated hole with two wide digits. Gaping silent, Harry clung to the man, his body jerking with need. “Oh hell...” God, Lucius was going to fuck him again. Sink into him and fill him so deep.
Harry grasped shaking fingers into the man's shirt, tearing at it, wanting the connection of sweaty skin. The buttons flew off, a loud ripping sound tearing that Lucius echoed with a growl in his ear. Harry quickly pushed Lucius's undershirt up, hands pulling roughly at the man's pale flesh, catching on scars that hadn't been hidden away this time. He bit Lucius's neck, growling when the blond hissed and jerked from the pain, fingers stopping their torment of Harry's entrance to hold him steady. Harry clung tighter, wrapping his thighs around the twitching muscles of Lucius's waist, wanting to climb the powerful man and press together until there was no space left between the two of them.
Lucius fell backwards with a snarl. Elbows knocking on the floor, he turned them both and pinned Harry flat on his back beneath his larger body, Harry's slender wrists caught between his strong fingers. Dazed, Harry gaped up at him. “Fuck...” Death, destruction and absolute need glared down at him. All for him. Harry wet his lips slowly, watching Lucius's eyes follow the movement like a white tiger watching a teasing mouse. Breathing deep, he ran his leg higher, catching Lucius's slacks by the pocket with his foot and pushing them down the man's muscular thighs.
“Come on, you fucking crazy, sexy man.” Harry whispered, swallowing hard. “Punish me.”
Burning silver eyes narrowing, Harry was given no other warning, suddenly twisted face first on the floor, ass and thighs pushed up and eclipsed by Lucius's hot, hard body. “Oh fuck—Lucius!” He cried out, the man plunging the head of his cock into his entrance, holding there while Harry gaped and heaved for air. “Oh my god... oh god, don't stop,” Harry pleaded when Lucius continued to hold still. “It's good—Really, really good!”
Lucius, muscles tight with restraint, shifted forward achingly slow, mouth finding Harry's ear. “Do you regret it yet?”
Harry, eyes squeezed shut, breath coming out in blasts, had no idea what the man was asking. “W-What?”
“Bleeding... on my study floor,” Lucius prompted breathlessly, jolting forward while holding Harry's hips and sinking in another agonizing inch.
It took everything Harry had not to laugh. The man was out of his mind. “Punish me some more... and I'll tell you...” He promised, pushing back against Lucius's hot weight. Lucius growled, surging forward the rest of the way inside Harry's clenching flesh, burying himself in deep and pulling a loud cry from the boy.
Moaning lowly, Harry relaxed against the hard floor, Lucius's weight grounding and electric all at the same time. He was stretched so wide, his hole feeling warm, like he was dripping with honey on the inside. “Oh god... yes... do it...” He pleaded, feeling Lucius shift, getting ready to move. Tongue licking over Harry's neck, teeth nipping sharply, Lucius teased Harry with slow, gentle pumps of his hips. He rocked aching, smooth thrusts into Harry's hot flesh, filling the boy deep, pulling back and doing it again. It was maddeningly slow, gentleness tempered only by the pain in Harry's forearms, hips and knees as he was fucked hot and sweaty into the unyielding hardwood floor of the study.
“Suffering... remember?” Lucius panted roughly in Harry's ear, nipping him again and leaving the brunette's skin tingling. Harry would have laughed between his cries, but he was suffering. His entire body was aching for completion, feeling no more than a puddle of want, he was that completely overwhelmed by Lucius's heavy form and thick cock. Lucius's powerful body moved over him, muscles rippling against Harry's sweat-soak back and thighs as he delved into him with sure, long strokes. Pinned beneath the man and unbearably full, Harry released aching moans, all his focus given to the hot friction on his channel walls and between his tight cheeks as Lucius's thick flesh moved relentlessly inside him.
“Please... god, Lucius... please...” Harry mumbled, barely able to form thoughts, never mind sentences anymore.
“What do you want, brat?” Lucius asked, mouth pressed to Harry's ear while he breathed. “Harder?”
“Yes,” Harry begged, moaning again, Lucius burying deep.
“Faster?” Lucius continued, as if Harry hadn't answered desperately already.
“God, yes... Lucius please,” Harry groaned, mouth falling open, head slumping forward on the floor.
Lucius pumped slower. “More, little hellion? Did you want more?” Lucius taunted, teeth again nipping into Harry's throat. “Do you deserve more... after bleeding on my floor?”
Moaning loudly, Harry realized the man's game too late. “Oh hell... have some fucking mercy...”
Lucius chuckled, a low dark rumbled against Harry's shoulders and back. “No.”
Harry whined low in his throat, his entire body tingling with the realization that Lucius was more than happy to let him suffer. The man was a monster... A fucking tormenting, delicious monster that made him so hard he couldn't think straight... “Oh fuck... Fine... I'm sorry...” He muttered between gasping cries. “S-Sorry.”
“Oh, I can tell... I just don't know if I care...” Lucius whispered, lips pressing lightly to Harry's shoulder, tongue flicking out to lap the salty flavor of his flesh. He thrust into the boy again, grunting at how tight Harry clenched around him. “You beg so nicely... Cries so sweet... I love to hear you suffer... I should tie you back up... and have you beg me to fuck you harder...”
Harry gaped, his vision going dim for a moment. “My god, that's hot... You are... a very bad man...”
Lucius smirked into Harry's skin, teeth sinking in soon after. “Beg me, demon. Beg me to let you come.”
Harry half laughed, half moaned, his body shaking uncontrollably. “Please, Lucius... Fucking please let me come.”
Lucius hummed softly, sucking a small welt into Harry's neck. “I'll think about it.”
“Fucking... damn!” Harry cried in frustration. God, he was so close. So fucking hard for too long, and close, and he just needed that last aching bit to get there. “Oh... oh god... okay... you just do that...” He mumbled, Lucius suddenly pulling them both up, Harry forced onto his knees, head still firmly on the floor. Lucius drove forward hard, Harry sobbing as his prostate was slammed into. “Fuck!”
Lucius growled in agreement, repeating the motion and burying in as deep as he could go. He curled around Harry's back, Harry clenching, trying to keep him in, trying to hold him still. “Hell, Harry...” he groaned, pushing forward while Harry pressed back, the boy making whimpering, desperate cries, so close he was quivering inside and out. Taking mercy on the hellion, Lucius wrapped his hand around the boy's achingly hard length and pumped firmly.
Harry came with an explosion of breath, his orgasm tearing through him so powerfully it was almost painful. He shuddered as spasm after spasm rocked his body, his cum splattering the floor in long, white streams. “Hell... oh hell...” He closed his eyes, Lucius grunting in his ear, the man releasing into his clenching passage almost silently.
Insane... Lucius was going to drive him insane...
Harry collapsed back on the floor, face tilted to the side, eyes open and unseeing while he panted. Lucius settled carefully on top of him, rubbing in slow thrusts against his tight rear, placing soft kisses to his shaking flesh while they both calmed and cooled their heated flesh.

The blood was still spotting the floor, but Lucius didn't seem very interested in it. He had sprawled out next to Harry on the hardwood floor, arm over the boy's back, leg hooking over his knees. 'Punishing' Harry had knocked the man out, not that Harry had faired much better. Half dressed, a complete mess, and utterly satisfied, Harry was certain the man had never been more attractive.
He glanced up when Lucius kissed his cheek, meeting the slightly hazy gray eyes. “Did I do okay?” Harry asked weakly, eyebrows wagging in question. Lucius gave him a look that suggested he was going to start ranting about his study floor again, so Harry added quickly, “The blowjob. Was I any good?”
Blinking, Lucius suddenly broke out into a eye-blindingly bright smile and kissed Harry's cheek again. Heart pounding in his ears, Harry did his best not to blush to death. “You were amazing,” Lucius murmured, tongue tickling down Harry's jaw. “Eager... shameless... extremely sexy... You have a wonderful mouth.” He licked Harry's lips, anxious to show him how wonderful it was.
“Oh good,” Harry said breathlessly, rocking his hips back and enjoying how his muscles ached. “I want to be good at that... I want you to... you know... not grow tired of me...”
Lucius raised a brow, resting his head on the floor so that they were eye to eye. “You might tire me out, Harry. But I doubt I'll grow tired of you.”
Harry blushed, shrugging self-consciously. “I dunno... I'm sure you've had plenty of experienced lovers and all...”
“I do believe you think I'm a rogue,” Lucius teased, running his thumb over the boy's lips. “Just some caddish knave that would be under the next hideous, hole riddled shirt I see. Apparently I have not made any sort of honorable impression on you at all.” Lucius gave another beautiful smile, Harry forced to gape and stare, face turning completely red now.
“You're a funny guy, Lucius. Crazy,” Harry whispered, “but pretty damn funny at times.”
Lucius tilted his head in mild agreement, eyes running over Harry's face thoughtfully. Harry couldn't help but return the gaze, trying to memorize the man in that moment, normally soft hair slick with sweat, pale eyes tinted slightly blue, lips just on the edge of another searing, stomach tightening smile. Lucius was gorgeous. And Harry felt safe to be himself around him, even when he didn't always feel safe to be himself alone.
“I wanted to tell you something,” Lucius said suddenly, his voice low. “Or, at least, offer you something. An option.”
Harry waited, rocking his shoulder for a better position on the floor.
“I was hoping you'd stay with me at the manor... But if not, I was going to offer to help you find a place...” Lucius trailed off, looking uncertain.
Brows furrowed, Harry continued to wait. He had never seen Lucius skitter before, eyes glancing over to him and then down, but it was decidedly interesting to watch.
“You're going to need a tutor. Because Albus has...”
Ah. “Kicked out?” Harry asked quietly.
Lucius nodded, trying to read Harry's expression. “But there are plenty of superb, private educators, and I thought I might take some initiative in your education... If you agreed...”
“Yeah, okay,” Harry said after a moment, stretching and trying not to feel disappointed that he would never see Hogwarts again. “I mean, it could have been a lot worse, right? Jail... maybe even Azkaban... A tutor seems, well, a bit too good for what I've done.”
“It's not,” Lucius said sincerely. “I know you don't agree, but you deserve every good thing that comes your way. After today, you are exempt from everything that has happened at your relatives, with the only consequence being that Dumbledore will no longer allow you to complete your education at Hogwarts. Most assuredly from my interference and demand that he relent his hold on you, than anything you have done. No one knows what happened but the few of us, and it will remain so. To reveal this secret would be to destroy Albus. It will not be done.”
Biting his lip, Harry eventually nodded. He didn't believe he should be so easily released from the consequences of his actions. But he also knew Lucius was a powerful force, one that seemed very determined to make sure Harry had some sort of life. Even though he had done an unspeakable thing.
“And I was hoping... Hoping you would stay here. With me. For as long as you wanted.” Harry blinked, focusing back on the man that had apparently still been talking.
“Really?” Harry asked, his throat feeling tight all of a sudden.
“Yes. There's plenty of room...” Lucius leaned closer, fingers tangling in Harry's hair. “I still have work, of course, but your days would be full anyways with studies... But we could share our mornings together, and our evenings... Share our days... And there is always the weekends... I would really enjoy taking you on that date we had planned, and many more...”
Harry let his eyes close, Lucius's voice washing over him like a calming purr. This was very much a dream. A perfect dream following a terrible nightmare. Harry would wait to see if he woke up, gasping in the dark, possibly back in the cupboard once again. But for now he was determined to enjoy this very amazing dream.
“I'd like that, Lucius. I'd like to stay here with you.” Harry opened his eyes, just in time for another breathtaking smile from the handsome blond. His heart tripped dangerously, but it was nothing Harry couldn't handle. Instead he returned Lucius's broad smile with one of his own, leaned the rest of the way forward and kissing the man. The kiss was sweet and full of promise. It was very solid in that moment, giving Harry hope that he was actually awake and would remain so.
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The Slow Unintended Seduction Of Lucius Malfoy