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Title: Complementary 14/?

Author: rotschopf

Rating: NC-17 overall

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/ Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Terry Boot

Warnings: language, angst, violence, the usual when I write (-:

Spoilers: all books

Beta: my personal Resident under the Couch, aka Laebeth *hugs you very tight*

Disclaimer: nope, still not mine. pity, though

Feedback: hit me! harder!

Summary: Talk it out

Chapter 14: Serious Talks

"What do you want, Malfoy? Haven't you caused enough grief already?"
Michael spat, his eyes blazing with barely controlled anger.

Draco quirked his brows in his usual arrogant manner. "I don't think
that's any of your concern," he drawled.

"How dare you--"

"Michael!" Terry said sharply. "Not now."

Draco met Terry's gaze evenly, not sure what the swirl of emotions in Terry's
eyes meant. Finally, Terry sighed, averting Draco's searching gaze. Draco
started to tremble as he began to understand what Michael had meant with him
having caused enough grief. "I wanted to talk to you, but-- if this is
a bad time, I'll understand," he said softly.

"No. No, it's okay," Terry said quickly, but Draco wasn't sure
if he just said it to say something in return.

"What do you think about a walk?" Draco suggested cautiously, watching
Terry's reaction closely.

"Okay."

"Terry, don't." Michael grabbed Terry's hand as he stood up. Draco
felt a sharp stab of jealousy coursing through him, and he narrowed his eyes
at Michael, but Terry shook his head, though Draco wasn't sure if it was meant
for Michael or himself.

"It's okay, Michael. I know what I'm doing."

"But-- he-- It's Malfoy for Merlin's sake!"

"Michael, stop. I appreciate your concern, but I can look after myself."

"You couldn't after--"

"Michael!" Terry snapped, and Michael released him, shaking his
head in defeat before he returned to his dinner.

"Come on, Draco. We're already drawing an audience."

Draco nodded and followed Terry, but not without giving Michael the patented
Malfoy Sneer. They strolledsideside, turning towards the well-kept rose gardens
of Hogwarts. It could have been romantic in Draco's opinion, but there were
too many questions on his mind to really enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

"You wanted to talk," Terry said after a while of uncomfortable
silence.

"Yes, I did."

"About what?"

"To be honest, it's not important anymore. At least, not the original
topic," Draco added quickly when he saw Terry's face fall and realised
too late that Terry might have thought he wanted to talk about what happened
during the summer break.

"Oh. Okay."

"No, no, no, you did get that wrong. Totally wrong."

"I did?"

Draco sighed, opting for the truth rather than stupid excuses. "Originally,
I wanted to ask you if I could crash on the Ravenclaw couch for the night,
but that's not something I want to talk about right now."

Terry frowned. "Why would you want to sleep in Ravenclaw? I thought
you had your own room."

"Yes, well..." Draco grinned sheepishly. "It's kind of occupied
right now."

"Occupied?"

"Yes."

"I see. Why don't you ask your boyfriend, then, if you can sleep in
Gryffindor Tower?"

Draco cringed inwardly at the bitter tone in Terry's voice. "My boyfriend?"

"Come on, Draco, I'm not stupid. Everyone knows about you and Harry."

"Not you too," Draco said, exasperated. "Harry and I are not
dating. Never have and never will."

"You sure do act as a couple," Terry pointed out, clearly not believing
Draco.

"But we are no couple. If you have to know, Harry's one of the occupants
of my room."

"And the other?"

"I can't tell you."

Terry narrowed his eyes, studying Draco closely for a moment or two. "Oh
sweet Merlin," he breathed out.

Draco nodded. "But that's not important right now."

"What's important, then?"

"You."

Terry blushed. "Draco, I--"

"I don't think I ever thanked you for the night, Terry."

"I didn't expect you to."

"I know; and for that, I'm sorry." Draco took Terry's hand, a warmth
flushing his body when he felt him tremble. "But better late than never.
So, thank you. I'm glad it was you. You made my first time special."

Terry gaped. "I was your first?"

Draco nodded. "Yes. Does that surprise you?"

"You have no idea! I mean... There's a lot of talk about you and your
conquests..."

"None of it is true. I slept only with you and a girl two weeks later."

"Oh." Terry turned away and shoved his hands into his pockets,
aimlessly kicking some pebbles around.

"You wanted it to be more, didn't you?"

Terry laughed mirthlessly. "Stupid, isn't it? Wanting to be more than
another link in your chain of conquests."

"I just told you--"

"I didn't know that then, Draco," Terry snapped. "I didn't
know I was your first 'cause you surely didn't act like a virgin. I spent
the last months listening to Michael's ranting about how stupid I was to fall
for a Malfoy. And then, when everyone thought you're dating Harry, he gave
me those looks, those 'I told you so' looks. And I know I believed him. Still
do."

"What do you believe?"

"That it was a fling, nothing more?"

"Do you want it to be more?" Draco asked softly, not sure what
he wanted the answer to be.

"Draco, I don't--" Terry stopped when Draco pulled him into his
arms. "Yes," he finally said. "What about you?"

"I can't deny that I'm attracted to you."

"But you're not in love with me," Terry whispered sadly.

"No, I'm not. Yet." Draco smiled.

"Yet? What do you mean?"

Draco brushed a blond strand out of Terry's eyes, tucking it behind his ear.
"I could fall for you, if I let myself fall for you. Do you want me to?"

"Why? Why now?"

Draco had to smile. "Because I was a git before."

"And you're no git anymore?" Terry raised an eye-brow.

"How difficult are you going to make it for me, hmm?" He didn't
bother with hiding his amusement.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On how long it's going to take you to kiss me," Terry smirked.

"Ah, well, how about less than two seconds?" Draco said huskily
before he covered Terry's lips with his own, sighing softly as they parted
pliantly beneath his questing tongue. He hadn't even realised how much he
had missed Terry until now.

"Where does this leave us?" Terry asked when they came up for breath.

"With each other?"

Terry nodded. "Preferably somewhere warmer. You-- you can come with
me, if you promise to behave."

"Promise. Lead the way."

~o0o~

Harry slammed the portrait of Gryffindor Tower shut behind him, startling
Hermione, who had been sleeping on the couch, awake. He chose to ignore her,
but he should have known better.

"Oh no, Harry, you don't," she said angrily. "You can't expect
to storm in here and get off with it."

He sighed and turned to face her. "Say what you have to say."

"First, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a Gryffindor and this is the Gryffindor Tower." He rolled
his eyes. "I thought I didn't need an excuse to be in my own House's
dorms."

"You know what I mean," she huffed. "Why aren't you with...
you know."

He shrugged. "I'm not."

"I can see that." She got up. "Come on, let's go to my room
and talk, okay?"

"I don't know, 'Mione... I... Do you know where Draco quotquot; he finally
said, blushing.

She snickered. "Yes, I do. He's with Terry Boot from Ravenclaw. At least,
they left the Great Hall together and I haven't seen either of them since."

Harry quirked an eyebrow, but said nog. &g. "Anything else?"

"Yes. What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Not here anyways."

"The invitation to my room still stands, you know? In an absolutely
platonic manner, of course," she added hastily, blushing deeply.

Harry smirked. "Don't worry, your virtue's safe with me."

"I know that, Harry," she giggled and punched him in the arm. Still
giggling, she led Harry to her room, locking and silencing it against the
casual intruder. "Make yourself at home."

"Thanks." He plopped down on a cosykingking arm chair, watching
Hermione buzzing around her room. "'Mione, if we're going to talk, you
might want to sit down."

"Sorry." She smiled, evading Harry's eyes. "It's just... It's
a bit embarrassing."

Harry had to grin. "What do you expect me to tell you? What kind of
a lover he is? If he screams when he comes?"

"Stop, Harry!" She giggled. "Does he?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "That's really none of anyone's business but
Lucius' and mine."

"So." She sat down across from Harry. "Why are you here and
not with him?"

"We had an argument which got a little out of hand," he mumbled,
playing with the hem of his shirt.

"And you stormed out."

"Kind of, yes."

"What did you argue about?"

"Mainly about his attitudes."

"And?"

"What tells you there's more?"

"Don't get smart with me, Harry. I've known you far too long and thankfully
very well to let you get away like this." She smiled. "And I'm a
good listener."

Harry was silent for a moment, debating with himself if he should tell Hermione
what he found out about Lucius' past and came to the conclusion that she would
most likely have the most logical reasoning for it, or, even if not, a very
patient ear. "Sirius and Lucius were lovers."

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand, looking aghast at Harry. "Lovers,"
she mumbled through her fingers before she dropped her hand back into her
lap. "When? How? I thought Sirius was banished from the family? And Lucius
was married to Narcissa."

"One thing after another, 'Mione," Harry chuckled. "They became
lovers in Sirius' 7th year, long after Lucius had graduated. Lucius said it
just happened. They met by accident in Hogsmeade and the lust for each other
was instant."

"Did your parents know?"

"No, though it explains why Sirius also wouldn't want to be secret keeper
for my parents. Lucius didn't want him in the line of fire."

"Did Lucius know about Worl?&ql?" Hermione asked apprehensively.

"Yes, he did. Every last bit."

"So, Lucius knew that Wormtail was a traitor, talks Sirius out of being
secret keeper for James and Lily and kills two birds with one stone. His lover
is safe, and yoarenarents are dead," she continued, sarcasm dripping
from every word.

"That's what I figured. Lucius denies this, of course."

"Bastard. I knew he couldn't be trusted."

"He seemed honest about it. He can't lie to me exactly. But I feel that
there's more to the thing than he lets on."

"He can't lie to you?"

"No. I'd feel it through the link."

"So, you're really bonded." Hermione smiled. "You know, you
had the school in an uproar?"

"We had?"

"Yes. There was this blue light sipping through the walls and everything
else. Dumbledore explained to us then that we have a complemented couple at
Hogwarts. And he forbade on pain of expulsion that anyone might try to find
out who they are."

"Couple indeed." Harry snorted. "Not very likely after what
he told me tonight."

"Harry, are you sure about this?" Hermione looked serious. "I
mean, you knew there was a chance he was involved in your parents' deaths
somehow."

"It's not only that, 'Mione." He rubbed a hand over his eyes, trying
to sort out his whirling thoughts. "He betrayed about everyone who is
or was supposed to be dear to him.coulcould have gotten Sirius out of Azkaban.
He could have warned my parents. He cheated on Narcissa. He endangered Draco.
Tell me, 'Mione, when is my turn?"

Hermione flinched. "Harry..."

"No, don't say it. I know you are, and so am I." He sighed again.
"Right now I wish it were Draco."

"Why didn't you let Lucius die, Harry?"
p>&qp>"Because I'm no murderer!" Harry snapped, louder than he had intended to. to. "Sorry."

"Don't be." She stared at him, gnawing on her bottom lip, which
to Harry was a sign that she was mulling over something in her never resting
brain. "Sooner or later you will have to kill, Harry, like it or not.
Death Eaters don't ask if you'd kill them or not and if not they'll let you
live. They will simply kill you."

"I couldn't kill him even if I wanted to," Harry murmured.

"Why not?"

"Because I love him."

~o0o~

Draco lay awake next to Terry, smiling into the darkness. He had stood by
his word and had kept his fingers to himself. But then, he and Terry had fallen
into bed, Draco spooning against Terry and holding him tight to his body.
Now, Terry was asleep, his breath ghosting over Draco's arm.

Draco curled his arm a bit, intending to brush Terry's fringe out of his
eyes. Terry sighed softly in his sleep and turned in Draco's arms, burying
his face in Draco's chest. Draco tensed for a moment before he grinned. Terry
was dreaming, and judging by the erection pressing into Draco's hip, it was
a very nice dream.

Terry started to mumble incoherently in his sleep, pushing his hard prick
against Draco. Draco gasped as Terry's cock rubbed against his own hardening
shaft. Draco was undecided if he should wake the sleeping boy in his arms
to take care of their problems together or if he should let him sleep and
just wait until Terry was done.

"Mhm, Draco... Missed you..."

Draco froze. "Terry?" he whispered, unsure if Terry was awake.

"Yes?"

"Thought you are asleep," he said fondly, gazing into the sleepy
eyes of his companion.

"Was," Terry mumbled. "Then, I started to dream again."

"What did you dream about? Aside from the obvious," he smirked.

He felt Terry's face heating up against his bare chest. "I was dreaming
about our time together," he admitted. "And that you never looked
into my direction again afterwards. And that it hurt."

"I'm sorry," Draco said and planted a soft kiss in Terry's hair.
"I'm not going to disappear again. Promise."

"Do you think we'll work out?" he asked shyly.

"Do you want us to?"

"Yes."

Draco smiled. Somehow, not being in league with the talking and walking pile
of rags with red eyes and bad breath anymore had taken a huge weight from
Draco's shoulders, and for the first time in his life, he felt truly at peace
with himself. "You do realise that you have a rather huge problem down
there," he whispered teasingly.

"Oh, shush, yours isn't any smaller," Terry bantered back.

"What do you want to do about it?"

Terry took Draco's hand and placed it on his pri prick, sucking his bottom
lip with a hissing noise. "Touch me, Draco..."

"Are you sure?" Draco wanted nothing more than to touch Terry,
giving him pleasure and hopefully beginning to make up for lost time. He carefully
rubbed his thumb over Terry's cock head, delighting in the low moan against
his neck.

"Yes... Oh, god, yes, Draco..."

Draco took the shaft in his hand and began pumping it with steady, but slow
strokes. He gasped when he felt Terry grasping his cock and started to jerk
him. A wicked thought flickered through Draco's mind. He clearly remembered
what brought Terry off like nothing else and he decided to just go for it.

He slipped his other hand in between their bodies, stilling his motion. Terry
moaned in protest, but Draco silenced him with a soft kiss. He waited until
Terry met his gaze, lust and desire clearly clouding his eyes. Draco then
tugged Terry's foreskin back sharply, rubbing his palm slowly across the sensitive
glans.

"Oh fuck," Terry growled before coming hard in Draco's hand. Limply,
he collapsed against D, pa, panting for breath as Draco enfolded him in his
arms. "You remembered," Terry mumbled, nuzzling his nose against
Draco's neck.

"Yeah, I guess I did," Draco replied teasingly, rubbing himself
against the boy in his arms.

Terry grinned sheepishly. "Need a helping hand?" he asked cockily,
palming Draco's straining erection.

"Please... yes, tha that." Draco tilted his head, allowing Terry
to nibble and suck on his sensitive skin. He knew he would have love bites
all over his neck in the morning, but right now he couldn't be bothered to
care about anything else than Terry's clever fingers on his prick and his
soft mouth against his pulse point. Draco begunthruthrust into Terry's fist,
biting his lips to keep from moaning out loud. "Come for me, Draco..."
The command was soft and spoken quietly, but Draco couldn't help but comply.
He shuddered, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood to not scream out loud
as he succumbed to the waves of pleasure.

"Terry..." he mumbled when the haze of orgasm finally subsided.

"Shshsh... Sleep. I won't go away."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Draco smiled and closed his eyes, falling asleep with the feeling of strong
arms around him.

~o0o~

Harry had noe toe to react. He flew backwards into a wall with a sickening
crack. He yelped, the impact pressing the air out of his lungs. He groaned,
shaking his head to get rid of the dizziness. When his vision finally cleared
he looked up, coming eye to eye with Ron.

"Ron... What the fuck was that for?"

"For hitting on my girlfriend," Ron growled, his wand still drawn.

"What? Are you nuts? What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Harry! I saw you coming out of her room this
morning!" Ron yelled.

Harry began to chuckle, which soon turned into fits of laughter. "Does
Hermione know that she's your girlfriend?" he finally asked, still sniggering.

Ron had no time to reply because the tip of a wand pressed against the back
of his neck. "You better don't move, Weasel, or I'll hex you to hell
and back," Draco growled.

"And there is the cheating bastard," Ron quipped sarcastically.
"Tell me, is Terry better than Harry?"

"Cru--"

"Draco no!" Harry yelled jumping to his feet.

Draco shot him a sharp look, lowering his wand. Ron turned around, his eyes
wide in horror. "You-- You were going-- to curse me," he whispered.
"You wanted to use an Unforgivable on me!"

"Don't flatter yourself, Weasel," Draco drawled. "I certainly
wouldn't have used an Unforgivable on you. But-- Crucify is quite effective
too," he added with a malicious sneer. "Now, get out of my sight.
You are pathetic and hardly worth my time."

"You will pay for this, Malfoy," Ron said. "In the end, we
will win."

Draco stepped in front of Ron, near enough to count the freckles on his skin.
He smirked. "In the end, Weasel, you'll be grateful for every wand on
your side. In the end, you will beg me to save your hide. And in the end,
I might as well walk away from the responsibility of saving it," he hissed
icily.

Ron gulped visibly. For a moment, Draco thought he would be foolish enough
to challenge him again. But he averted Draco's steely gaze and brushed past
him, almost knocking him off his feet. As soon as he was out of sight, Draco
pulled Harry into his arms. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay," Harry said, returning the embrace.

"Cont vnt vigilance, Harry, he could've seriously hurt you."

Harry groaned. "Oh, please, you sound like Moody."

"Perhaps the old fool is right, you know?" Draco released Harry
and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You know that your neck looks like a vampire fed off you?" Harry
changed the subject.

Draco flushed, his hands automatically flying to his neck to hide the love
bites. "Yeah," he said, grinning sheepishly. "Terry was quite...
ravenous."

"I bet he. So. So... Are you two dating now?"

"I guess." Draco's smile didn't falter. "I could fall for
him, Harry," he admitted softly.

Harry brushed a strand of hair out of Draco's face, tucking it behind his
ear. "Then let yourself fall. You deserve to be happy for a change, bro."

"What about you?" They walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

"I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say that he answered some
questions in me that he'd rather not."

"You asked him about that night, didn't you?" Draco didn't need
to specify which night he was talking about.

Harry nodded. "He wasn't there."

"Well, e wae was he then?" Draco didn't want to let the subject
slip.

"I don't think it's my place to tell you that, Draco. Ask him. And if
he refuses to answer, tell him that I will if he doesn't."

Draco stopped. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"As I said, ask him, not me."

Draco grabbed his arm. "Did he hurt you?" His voice was barely
more than a whisper.

Harry snorted. "As in rape? No. No, he didn't hurt me. No..." A
small smile spread over his face. "I can feel him, Draco. I can feel
him so deep within me that it hurts. He's struggling to mask the link, but
his emotions are too raw."

"What does it feel like?"

"He's confused and--" Harry frowned. "-- and angry. Angry
with himself."

"Angry? He really must've upset you."

"He did. But-- Let's not talk about it anymore."

They entered the Great Hall together, Draco's eyes flickering instantly towards
Terry, a slight blush creeping up his neck. He quickly walked over to him
and kissed him before he joined Harry on the Gryffindor table. He purposely
ignored the looks and whispers behind his back, helping himself to some toast
and orange juice.

"I guess you're really not with Harry, then," Seamus concluded.

"Bravo, Finnigan. I really didn't think you'd figure it out so fast."

&qu>"Do you have any ideas who might've sent it, bro?"

"He doesn't need an idea. He knows my script quite well," a rich
voice said behind Harry.

"That I do indeed, Blaise. Th do do indeed."

~o0o~

tbc...

A/N: Thanks to all of you for your patience. Your reviews meant a lot to me and still do. In fact, they kept me going 'cause I didn't want to just abandon you all and leave you hanging... I ct tet tell you, though, when I will update next. Soon, hopefully. so stay tuned.

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