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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Chapter Summary: Lucius Malfoy comes to visit.

Author�s notes: Yay for Jealous!Draco.

Chapter 17: The Meeting
Harry forced himself to eat some breakfast, trying to keep his mind off the incident in detention the previous night. He had dressed as soon as the door had unlocked, and bolted out of the store room back to Gryffindor tower, where he�d found Snape had left his wand with Hermione. He didn�t care what Snape had to say about him leaving his detention unfinished, didn�t even care if he was given detention every night for a month, provided that he didn�t have to be trapped alone with Malfoy for a second longer. The pain of having his heart toyed with was still too raw, and Merlin knew he was so achingly aware of Draco sexually that it was nearly unbearable to be near him, even without the effects of potent aphrodisiacs.

Draco nibbled a piece of toast morosely. He couldn�t stop thinking about the way Harry had looked when he was almost delirious with lust the night before. The fact that he had been rejected by Harry, even when the other boy was in such obvious need, had hurt him badly. He felt hollow and bereft. Draco glanced across the Great Hall and watched as Harry poked at his plate dispassionately. He sighed. This was what it was always going to be like for them. It wasn�t fair.

Pansy draped herself over Draco, noticing his eyes on the Gryffindor table. �What�s on your mind, darling?� she purred in his ear, deliberately rubbing her chest against his arm.

�Just thinking about strategies for the Quidditch match tomorrow,� Draco said, tersely, pulling away from her.

Blaise overheard and leaned in to join their conversation, a huge grin on his face. �It should be an easy win for us tomorrow, Draco, what with Potter�s attention being held by something much more engaging than the Snitch these days.�

�What�s that?� Pansy asked, curiously. Draco forced himself not to grind his teeth.

�Draco didn�t tell you? Looks like Potter�s shagging one of his Chasers.�

�But all the Gryffindor Chasers are boys,� Pansy said, confusion passing briefly through her vapid blue eyes.

Blaise laughed, shaking his head at her naivet�. He lowered his voice conspiratorially. �Pansy, sometimes boys like to fuck other boys.� He laughed again when her eyebrows flew up in surprise. �Merlin, you�ve really been sheltered, haven�t you,� he marveled, amused at her ignorance.

�Potter shags boys?� Pansy asked, a giggle bursting from her lips.

�Of course he does,� Blaise said, nodding sagely. �Think about it...anyone with his looks and his fame, not forgetting his incredible arse, would be able to shag anyone and everyone they bloody well pleased. Am I right, Draco?� He turned to Draco, who was intently shredding his toast to fragments and made only a noncommittal noise in response.

�So Potter�s a sex magnet?� Pansy asked, utterly fascinated.

�Well, I�d fuck him if given half a chance,� Blaise said, shrugging. �So would most other �.� Blaise stopped when Draco pushed abruptly away from the table and stalked out of the Great Hall. He and Pansy put it down to nerves about the next days match, and resumed their conversation about the sex appeal of a certain green eyed Gryffindor.

#
Draco seethed with anger as he waited in line to pick up a bucket of food for his Dorit. Blaise and Pansy were in line behind him, whispering appraisingly as they watched Harry�s every move like a pair of hungry Acromantulas. He had hoped they�d have stopped discussing Harry like a piece of meat after breakfast, but they had obviously not had enough.

It was an unusually hot day, and most of the Care of Magical Creatures class had removed their robes and loosened their ties, knowing that Hagrid wouldn�t mind. Harry was in front of the line, bending over the side of a giant tub of chopped fruit, his arse presented perfectly for all to see. He was scooping out buckets full of fruit to hand to the waiting students, oblivious to the number of eyes fixed appreciatively to his bottom.

�Yeah, I can see it,� whispered Pansy to Blaise. �He probably has loads of people throwing himself at him every day.�

�I wonder how many he�s shagged,� Blaise whispered back, licking his lips as Harry bent over the tub again.

�Probably half the school, at least,� Pansy replied. Her eyes flew wide with shock when Draco turned around and glared at her furiously.

�Would you both please shut up,� he ground out slowly. �I am sick of hearing you talk about Potter.�

Pansy was speechless for a moment, then she squealed with joy and threw her arms around Draco�s neck. �Oh, I�m sorry, my darling, I didn�t know you would be so jealous!� She dropped tiny kisses all over his face. �Say you aren�t angry with me, Draco, say you�ve forgiven me. You know I�d never seriously consider shagging that ponce, don�t you? Not when I have you, my own angel. Oh, Draco...�

Draco stood there in resigned disgust as Pansy clung to him, shutting his eyes to avoid Blaise�s amused smirk as she continued in this vein for some time.

#
After lunch, Harry, Ron and Hermione headed to the lake to do their homework in the sunshine. They were chatting lazily, enjoying the breeze that rolled off the water, when Ron noticed a familiar figure climbing the front steps to the castle doors.

�Look who�s come to visit,� he said, dryly, his eyes narrowed in dislike.

Harry and Hermione looked up, and saw Lucius Malfoy being greeted by Snape at the top of the steps.

�I wonder what he�s doing here,� Ron said.

�Who cares?� Harry muttered, turning back to his Herbology diagrams.

Hermione shifted uncomfortably, knowing exactly what Lucius was doing at Hogwarts. She wondered how Draco�s meeting with his father was going to go.

#
Lucius Malfoy sat stiffly in Albus Dumbledore�s office, his face an impassive mask. The headmaster peered at him over his half-moon spectacles, waiting for him to speak.

Lucius flicked his gaze over to Severus, who was seated next to him.

�Well, Lucius,� Snape said, seriously, leaning forward in his chair. �Can we count on your support?�

�What makes you so sure my son is involved with Potter, as you claim?� Lucius asked, his voice low.

�I set a charm on my store room to gauge any activity of a sexual nature, Lucius. The fact that those two boys aren�t still locked down there is a testament to the type of relationship they share. The door wouldn�t have opened had there not been some kind of...evidence...of a very particular kind of intimacy.� Snape tried and failed to hide a grimace at the thought of Potter in the throes of passion.

Lucius clenched his jaw, then looked at Dumbledore. �So you�re suggesting I rest my family�s safety on the hormones of teenage boys,� he said, tightly. �There is no indication that Potter cares enough about my son to protect him should the need arise. For all you know, they could be simply exploring the urges that commonly accompany the advent of adulthood.�

�For what it�s worth, Lucius,� Dumbledore said, mildly, �Harry would protect anyone fighting for our side, whether he is in love with the person in question or not.�

Lucius� eyes flashed with impatience at the infinitely calm expression on the headmaster�s face. �I won�t make a decision till I have spoken with Draco and learned the truth of their relationship from his own lips.�

Dumbledore inclined is head in silent assent, turning to Snape. �Severus, would you show Mr. Malfoy to his rooms? And then, if you would find Draco for him?�

�Certainly, headmaster,� Snape answered, as he and Malfoy stood. �I believe he has a free period after Herbology. I�ll bring him to you, Lucius. Follow me, please.�

#
Draco walked slowly back towards the castle from the greenhouses, resolutely ignoring the constant stream of chatter that flowed from Pansy, who hadn�t left his side all day. He briefly considered hexing her mouth shut, but was distracted when he realized Snape was standing at the top of the castle steps, watching him. The irritation Draco felt towards Pansy was nothing compared to the soul-searing anger that engulfed him when he looked at the greasy, hook-nosed Potions Master.

Snape called out to Draco when the glowering boy was halfway up the steps. �Draco, you have a visitor. Please come with me.�

Draco glared at him, hatred burning clearly in his eyes, but he followed Snape nonetheless. His father wouldn�t be pleased if he was kept waiting.

Snape led Draco down a long corridor to the guest wing of the castle, realizing he had his chance to talk to Draco privately at last. �Draco, I know you must think I�ve betrayed you, but �.�

�Save your excuses,� Draco snapped. �I don�t want to hear them.�

Snape scowled, his voice turning sharp. �I am still your Professor and Head of House, Draco. You will address me with respect. If you cannot do so, then remain silent while I finish talking to you.� He continued when Draco didn�t reply. �Now, about the note I sent you...I should have explained myself, but I wanted to do it in person, and you have been conspicuously absent whenever I�ve tried to arrange a meeting.�

They had arrived in front of the large, carved wooden door that served as the entrance to Lucius� guest suite, but Snape wasn�t finished. �While I can�t say I approve of Potter as a potential partner for you, your relationship can be of some �.�

�We have no relationship,� Draco sneered, turning to knock at the door. �And even if we did,� he glanced scathingly at Snape, �do you really think I�d look for your approval?�

Lucius opened the door, looking surprised at the flushed, angry face of his son, and the matching one of his best friend. �Draco,� he said, smiling curiously. �Come in. I hope you haven�t been arguing with your Godfather.�

�No, of course not, Father,� Draco replied, schooling his face into a neutral mask before stepping in and shutting the door in Snape�s face.

#
Lucius and Draco sat in the spacious lounge adjoining Lucius� bedroom, exchanging mundane tidbits about the health of relatives, Draco�s academic ranking, and finally, the Quidditch match against Gryffindor the following day.

�I�ll be staying to watch the game, you know,� Lucius told Draco, a small smile curving his lips. �Perhaps Dumbledore will allow me to take the Slytherin team to Hogsmeade for a celebratory lunch after you�ve won.�

Draco�s mouth went dry. Not only did he have to fly against Harry, his father was going to be watching him, expecting him to catch the Snitch. The pressure was giving him a headache. �Fantastic,� he said, forcing an enthusiastic smile.

Lucius finally felt it was time to broach the subject weighing most heavily on his mind. �Draco, I recently received a letter from Severus. He hinted that you�ve befriended Harry Potter.� He let the unspoken demand for confirmation or denial hang on the air.

Draco�s heart pounded as he looked at his father�s smooth, calm face, and wondered what hidden emotions might be lurking behind those cold, gray eyes. Anger? Disappointment? Hope that Draco could deliver Harry into Voldemort�s hands? He couldn�t read anything in Lucius� expression. �I don�t know why he�d suggest that, Father,� Draco said, evenly.

�So, there�s nothing to his suspicions?� Lucius asked, searching his son�s closed face. Draco looked utterly unruffled.

�No, Father. I�ve never spoken to Potter unless I�ve absolutely had to. He�s not worth the wasted breath, frankly.�

�I see,� Lucius said, then abruptly changed the subject back to Draco�s studies. Draco�s racing heart slowed and he breathed in relief.
A/N:
I know Draco�sGodfather!Snape is a huge clich�, but it was done out of necessity...I needed him to be incredibly close to Lucius in order for him to be able to broach the subject of switching sides, as well as close enough to Draco to feel he has the right to poke around in Draco�s personal life. There is more, but I don�t want to ramble.
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