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

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AN: Thanks for still reading this, feel free to point out any errors, I have no beta!

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Lucius watched as Harry raised his cum-covered fingers to his own mouth and sucked them dry as he moaned. Harry´s eyes never left Lucius´ grey dilated ones, and the Gryffindor knew that Lucius had enjoyed the show. When Harry was clean again he dressed properly and smiled at the blonde who had his eyes closed now, but the smile quickly vanished once the Malfoy male had spoken his next words.

“Release me, Mr. Potter.” The color drained from Harry´s sated face as he awkwardly fumbled for his wand and waved it to free Lucius. His professor stood after having opened his eyes and straightened his robes. “Your detention is over, you may leave.”

Harry watched with his heart pounding in his throat as Lucius turned and walked towards his private champers. “Lucius,” Harry´s voice shook with the aftermath of orgasm and nerves, and the Slytherin froze but didn´t turn around again.

“Please, leave Mr. Potter,” Harry noticed the deep breath the other took, “It is late and you are dating my son.”

“But that´s not –“ Harry took a step closer to the other male but stopped when his head turned to meet Harry´s pleading eyes.

“You should consider your options, Mr. Potter.” He grabbed his wand in a tighter grip before walking off, “Someone might take advantage of your name.” The door shut before Harry had a chance to tell Lucius that he was not dating Draco, only pretending. Wait, had Lucius just warned him about Draco, his own flesh and blood?

-00-

“Harry,” Neville´s eyes darted to a shrugging Ron and a nervous looking Hermione, “You should eat something.” He leaned closer across the Gryffindor table where about half the students sat behind still eating breakfast on this sunny spring day. “It´s been four days, mate.” Neville wanted to grab Harry´s still hand that lay beside his untouched plate, that Ron had put in front of him, when after ten minutes the three Gryffindors realized that their friend was not going to see to himself.

Harry shrugged as he picked up his fork and stabbed his eggs halfheartedly, “´kay.” Hermione frowned and shook her head. It´s not like the hadn´t tried in the past couple of days that had gone by since Harry had returned from his detention, white faced and shaking. They had tried to get him to talk about it, Hermione and Ron both.

But Harry had merely shrugged them off and gone to bed.

The day after Neville had sat with him by the lake where Harry had come to throw stones after classes had ended and Neville was on the way to work some in the greenhouse. Neville had just sat there for almost two hours quietly waiting for Harry to open up. He had a lot of practice with quiet from visiting his parents over the years. Silently, Harry had let some tears fall before wiping his face and then began speaking to Neville. Only a little, but it had been enough to give his friend a level of insight to Harry´s present mood.

Harry had broken it off with Malfoy that morning, whom had simply brushed it off with a “whatever Potter,” before going with Nott to their first class of the day.

“Mate,” Ron said, when it was clear Harry still wouldn´t be eating anything, “Want to go fly some?” Harry offered a half smile and a small nod.

“Sure, Ron, let´s.”

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Hermione and Neville had gone with Harry and Ron to watch them fly. Hermione needed the study-break, since her head was buzzing with misplaced words and facts that couldn´t be sorted, for the first time, ever, and Neville was simply worried that Harry might fall of his broom.

To their utter dismay the group of friends found Malfoy there circling the air on his own broom. Ron groaned and was about to inform Harry, who didn´t seem to have noticed, well, anything, for the past half week, really. “Potter,” Malfoy´s drawl stirred the Gryffindors out of their private thoughts. Ron, trying to find a way to get Harry away from the idea of flying again. Hermione, wanting to speak with Harry about how he was feeling. Neville, wanting to help out his close friend cope.

“Malfoy,” Harry spoke the first word of today and his friends bristled but remained quiet, paying attention.

“You look like shit,” The bluntness of that statement made Harry´s eyes seek out the grey ones. Malfoy narrowed his eyes and stared at Potter, then at the three that had followed him out there. “What did you do to him?” He shocked them all by demanding to know. “This is not something I did, so it must be you!” Ah, of course, it wasn´t that Malfoy actually cared, it was the fact that this state of mind Harry was in could possibly be traced back to him and their break-up, and that wouldn´t bode well for his public boost.

Before the group could answer, Malfoy grabbed Harry´s arm and dragged him away from them, ignoring Ron´s “Oi!” Harry stopped his friends from following but putting up his hand.

“Talk.” Harry blinked at the perfectly executed Malfoy order before taking a deep breath.

“Just, my plan back-fired.” Harry stared uncomfortably at the ground as he mumbled the response he might as well tell the blonde, it´s not like he would talk about this, not with they´re agreement.

“I´m not a mind-reader, Potter, I´ll need more than that.” The Slytherin said, in an almost normal tone of voice that made Harry look up again.

Harry shrugged, “I wanted to make someone I wanted jealous.” Malfoy stared at him, “We were, we´ve done stuff before, and he wouldn´t… He got angry at something he did.” He finished lamely. He´d just shared more with Malfoy than with his own closets friends. However, he did use Malfoy for that purpose, so he guessed he owe him this much. Gryffindor sense and all.

“Stuff? Potter, what are you, twelve?” Malfoy sneered and placed his hand on his hip, very un-Malfoy-like and sighed audibly. “Why didn´t you just ask the dimwitted bloke out? You´re Harry Potter,” Malfoy said, like that fucking meant that the entire world would bow at your feet. Harry held back a snort as Malfoy had just referred to his own father in that manner.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, “I did, repeatedly, and he told me what we had was a mistake.”

“So, move on.” Malfoy looked like this was the last conversation on Earth he wanted to participate in, but he was a stubborn git, Harry knew, so he would probably talk it out. Harry wouldn´t meet his calculating grey orbs. “You fancy him.”

“I just told you I did, Malfoy.”

He shook his head, “No. what I meant was, you´re in love with him.”

“`m not.” Harry blushed, he could feel it, even if the wind was blowing in his face.

“It´s the only reasonable explanation Potter to why you won´t simply find someone else.” Malfoy stated. “Who?”

“No.” Harry said childishly. Because, mainly, he valued living, and Malfoy was bound to kill him right then and there if he spoke the truth.

“Fine, then. Which house is he in?”

“Why do you care?” Harry asked stubbornly refusing to reveal more.

“Because, you idiot, I´m the last known boyfriend you´ve had.”

“So?” Harry retorted.

Malfoy huffed, “If the great Harry Potter is walking around looking like Merlin stole his wand who´d you think everyone would blame!”

“Oh.” Harry said, then he had assumed right about why Malfoy cared. “He´s… in your house…”

It had totally been worth it to see Malfoy´s face turn even whiter. He hadn´t thought that was possible. Go figure. “Pureblood?” Harry nodded and Malfoy´s eyes narrowed again, as if he was in deep thought.

“If he really wants you too, and that a big if, Potter, then you should set up a trap.” Harry was about to interrupt but Malfoy silenced him with a single glare. “Compliment him, let him hear everything you like about him.”

“Love.”

Malfoy shuddered, “Whatever, Potter.” He gripped his broom harder, “Purebloods demand to be praised.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Then, you should court him.”

“What!”

Malfoy hissed at Harry, “That way he´ll know that you´re serious, any pureblood would know what that means. That´ll force him to consider you in public, even though you might choose to act anonymously. That´s allowed too.”

Harry nodded and bit into his lip, causing Malfoy to reach out and smack him lightly, “Stop that.” Harry blushed and stared back at the blonde, “Good. Now, courting can either be very expensive or very private oriented. The first one is more common, since most don´t really know the person their family wants them to court, and since practically all purebloods, especially men, are extremely private. And they tend to stay that way even when married. Pureblooded spouses keep secrets all the time from each other.”

“Stupid.” Harry muttered, but Malfoy ignored him.

“If you know him well, you could choose to court him with more private items.” He cleared his throat, “Should he accept your first three gifts, by sending you a white flower, it´s a signal that he wants the courting to stay on, for now, and he has to take you out on a date, usually dinner.”

“What if he won´t-“

“Potter.” Malfoy shut Harry up easily. “Should he not want you after the initial gifts, he will send you either a purple or a yellow flower. If he is having doubts, the flower will be red.”

Harry rubbed his forehead, “Malfoy, I don´t know shit about this stuff.”

“Clearly.” Malfoy stared Harry down. “I suppose, I might be available for guidance via owl post after dinner time. If I must.”

“Really?” Harry asked with renewed energy.

“Still not doing it for you, Potter.”

“Yeah, I get that Malfoy. But still- . Are there any rules about – the man being younger or older than me. In regard to the courting process?”

Malfoy stared at him for a minute. “No. But if it´s someone younger than 14, then you must court through his parents.”

“Ew, no! I´m not a child molester!”

“It´s not uncommon to court someone a year younger than yourself, Potter.”

“I´m 17 and you know it, you tosser!” Malfoy smirked, “18 this July.”

Malfoy made a show out of staring up and down Harry´s body. “Really?” Harry smacked Malfoy across his left shoulder. “Potter,” The voice was his normal drawl, “The first gift should be something that reminds him of your first meeting. Since, I´m sure, you´re going for the private courting. And a fair warning, any Slytherin might try to embarrass you if you do it in public.”

Harry laughed for the first time in four days, “You just don´t want to see one of yours fawn over me.”

“Exactly.” And with that, Malfoy walked off the pit, leaving three very confused Gryffindors behind and one spiritly lifted one.
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