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The Tale of One Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy	By : zeldaofarel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 27840 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Confessing to the Master
Lucius shook himself. He was wondering off again and the young man before him leaned back in his chair leisurely. His body conveyed no emotion. He seemed to be relaxed as if he had no care in this world. As if he had not spoken right into the face of one of the most powerful wizards in Britain. In fact, as if he was not in the company of said wizard. Lucius realised that somehow, during the time that he had spent in Azkaban Harry Potter had grown up. Lucius looked down onto his robes, forcing himself away from the penetrating emerald eyes. He had to straighten his thoughts, not just his clothes. Which were new. That was something he hadn't noticed before, new robes. He wondered who changed his clothes.
"Well, Lucius? Talk to me?" Potter spoke up, impatience in his voice. Lucius looked up to see him crossing his arms in agitation. "I haven't got all day. I have a man to kill and a war to win."
"Don't you want to know where the Dark Lord is right now?" he frowned, trying to take over the conversation.
"No, not really. During the past year he had probably moved anyway. So, let's start with one question at a time," he looked up and Lucius was lost in a sea of green once more. Meanwhile, he tried to hide his astonishment at the fact that he had been locked up for a year. He had not realised that. "Hmm. Who is he shagging? I'm curious about that, actually."
So he wanted to start with sex, didn't he? Lucius hoped that at the memory of the Dark Lord having sex in his snake-like body would diminish his erection. However, his mind inevitably compared that body with the one presented before him. As he perused Harry Potter's lithe, but muscular frame, he remembered the first time he saw Tom Riddle. The similarity was striking. The Boy-Who-Lived did notice his inspection, but didn't even flinch at the gaze that was taking in the details of his body. How old was he now? Around 17, Lucius realised. He had filled out quite nicely and was the handsome boy that Tom Riddle once was at his age. The dark hair and the build certainly reminded Lucius of his Lord. No, he mentally shook himself. Voldemort was his lord no more. He decided that he would serve Harry Potter from then on. He wanted to make sure to answer his Lord's questions fully and to the best of his knowledge. His erection ... well, he just moved a bit, trying to adjust himself. He noticed that his Lord's gaze shot straight to his problem and the ghost of a smile flickered across Potter's face.
"I'm waiting, Lucius. If you don't answer me, you're going back to your neat little cell. I had a look at it when I brought you out. Not very much like your old life-style, is it?" Potter grinned at him and it was laced with such malice that Lucius again had a flashback of Tom Riddle.
"Well, last I saw him, he was shagging me," Lucius confessed.
Potter quirked an eyebrow at that and it conveyed his interest in the matter.
"How good for you. So that body possesses a cock? Must be very nice to bend over for your great lord," his tone left no room to question just how he meant that. "Bet you've been doing that for some time. Though weren't you getting a bit old? Hmm. Since he shagged you, now he's probably moved onto your son. Though I wouldn't be too sure of that, since no one has seen Draco Malfoy since the end of his fifth year."
Lucius was taken aback by the information that had been revealed to him. His son was the most important person in the world to him. Granted, he had often failed his father, but Lucius still loved him. Of course, their relationship wasn't the touchy-feely one like he had often seen displayed by the Weasleys. That was for common people.
"Lucius!" interrupted again. "I see you're worried about your son. Now that's a surprise. Anyway, next question. Other bodily functions?"
"Seemed to be working," Lucius remembered that the Dark Lord did use the toilet like a normal person.
"Good," Potter nodded and his smile became wider. "Torture? Who does he enjoy his sadistic tendencies on?"
"Mainly his followers. Though all I know, he could be using Muggles now. It has been a year."
Potter seemed to contemplate what he had said.
"True, but the pesky Order hindered me until I became of age. Also, the old fool, Dumbledore still refused me my right to power. Well, apparently a group of Death Eaters ambushed him in the Forbidden Forest. I'm considering thanking them for putting the old fool out of my way."
The declaration stunned Lucius. He had never heard Potter talk like that. In fact, his son had assured him that Potter was fully faithful to his Headmaster and hung on his every word. In return, Potter was the Golden Boy, pampered and forgiven continuously. Apparently, this had changed as well.
"What else do you wish to know?" Lucius asked his new Master, almost bowing with the question.
"Let me see... About Voldemort, not really. I may have some questions later on, though. So, I suppose, for now, you can go back to your cell." Potter stood up, moving towards the door that was on the opposite wall from the bed.
"Please don't," Lucius pleaded, not masking the tone of his voice. He knew that the only way to stay out of his cell would be to reveal his changed attitude towards the Boy-Who-Lived.
Potter did stop and turned around, casting a questioning gaze towards the man before him.
"Why would I not?" his tone was so cold, Lucius forced himself not to shiver. Still, as he got the young man's attention, he could again feel that delicious power directed at him. He gulped and forced himself to speak.
"I... I don't want to serve Voldemort anymore. I want to serve you," he confessed.
"Why would you?" The Golden Boy crossed his arms before his chest and waited, his body conveying annoyance and impatience.
"Because you're far more powerful than him. I'm sure that you're going to kill him soon. I do not wish to serve the loosing side, I would be a fool if I did," Lucius captured Potter's gaze and held it, forcing himself to take in the power being emitted by the emerald green orbs.
"How Slytherin of you, thinking about your own survival. The questions are, do I believe you and would I want you to serve me. Perhaps. I will think on it for a day. Meanwhile, you can stay here, in the infirmary," with these words he turned to go.
"I, myself am a very powerful wizard, have inside knowledge of the workings of the Death Eaters and have the years behind me to provide you with council," Lucius stopped him once again with his words.
"Those are valid points, Lucius," Potter nodded his agreement, without turning around again. He then proceeded towards the door and Lucius thought that that was it, when Harry Potter stopped for the last time. "Just one more thing, Lucius. Would you bend over for me as well?"
"It would be an honour, My Lord," Lucius assured him.
The young man didn't answer, just opened the door and walked outside.
Lucius laid back on his bed and thought about the conversation. As he remembered Potter's last question, his mind conjured images of himself being on all fours on the same bed, a naked Harry Potter behind him and his large cock pounding him into the mattress. As Lucius' hand sneaked lower to take care of his rather big problem, he knew that he would indeed be glad to be fucked by the powerful and gorgeous Harry Potter.
To be continued...
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