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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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Chapter Two – So Busted

”Ooh, I know what to write next Fred, let me have it.” George snickered and grabbed the phone from his brother´s grasp. “He won´t know what hit him.”

They were so preoccupied with their newest prank that they didn´t hear the footsteps on the stairs or the door swinging open.

Harry was sharing their room this break because every Weasley with partners had come home to celebrate the holidays. A war has a way of making that family bond stronger. And since Hermione and Ron were both of age now, they got to share Ron´s room and Harry really didn´t want to wake up during the night to that.

“Is that my phone?” Harry asked, frowning as he stared at the two redheads whispering and snickering, while George pressed the buttons on the black device.

“Harry!” George practically shrieked and dropped the phone so that it landed on Fred´s bed. “We were just –“

“Curious.” His twin finished, and they both nodded. “We wanted to know if it was money well spent, since it costs a fortune, you know.”

Harry was not buying any of it. “So, why didn´t you simply ask me to have a look?” The twins shared a look; the look, and Harry was on to them. “Give it here!” He demanded. He could only imagine what they were up to this time. Changing names of his contacts, or turning the language into freaking Chinese.

Nobody moved to pick up the phone, so Harry raised his brows and knew that there was definitely something going on. Harry went for his phone, as Fred spoke up. “Now Harry, we were only trying to –“

“Get you a date –“ His brother offered.

“You´ve been moping around since Ginny and you called it off.” Fred finished.

“What!” He flipped it open and checked the outgoing calls, but nothing had changed there. “What did you d –“ He froze as he noticed the new messages in his inbox under the name ´Malfoy´. “What the hell is this? You texted Malfoy of all people! What the fuc –“ He stopped talking when he read whom Malfoy was referring to.

He stared at the twins in horrer. “Lucius Malfoy, are you fucking insane? What did you tell him, how do you even have his bloody number!?”

“He seems –“ George began tentatively.

“Interested. Maybe –“ Fred went on.

“WHAT! Oh, you´ve got to be bloody kidding me. This is – this… It´s Malfoy´s father! And he´s… he´s a man! I don´t… Oh god, I should so tell your mom about this!”

“NO!”

“Please, Harry. We´ll make things right again. We´ll explain to him –“ Fred began.

“Then we´ll –“ George tried to reason.

“You´ve done enough, thank you! No matter how much you explain to him, he´ll take this out on me, you know how he is. He´s a god damned Malfoy, they never forget! Look at the family feud with your own family, it´s lasted so bloody long nobody remembers how it started!” He ran a hand angrily through his hair. “Arrrgh, you fuckers…” He then turned to leave the room to get some air.

“Harry –“

“Shut it Fred.” He said without looking back as he slammed the door behind him. Harry was always the only one that could tell the twins apart without a doubt.

**

When he reached the small cottage, that the Weasleys had had built on the field behind their much improved house as an extra sleepover facility after Arthur had come into money, he slammed the door shut and lit the fire. Molly had offered Harry the place to himself during the Christmas Holidays, but he didn´t want to be alone. That was just creepy.

Neither did anyone else it seemed, thus the empty wooden cottage. It was quite cozy and six people could fit into it easily with their own beds. He would have thought that Ron and Hermione might have jumped at the opportunity to get alone time, since they sometimes had to be pried apart nowadays, but they hadn´t.

So here he was, all by himself, as he locked the door so he could get some damn privacy.

He loved the Weasleys, he really did, but sometimes the twins went overboard. Like now. How was he ever going to make this right again? When Draco found out about it, he would probably go to the papers and they would have a field day over `Harry Potter´s newfound sexuality. ` He snorted, he wasn´t even attracted to men, not much. Not so much that he had ever thought about acting on it, anyway.

Lucius was not ugly, far from it, but he was Malfoy´s father, which made him old as fuck, and he was a snob! And even though the Malfoys had proven themselves on the right side over the past couple of years he was still Lucius Malfoy. A bully, and a stuck-up –

*BIB BIB*

Harry sat down on the red leather couch heavily and flipped his phone open casually, then cursed. `If you are really Harry Potter, which I find hard to believe, then by all means, prove it.` It was a challenge, of course. Harry understood that much.

Prove it? How was he going to do that? And why was he even considering it? He sighed, because he knew the answer. If there was any change of turning this around with a clear apology to keep this out of the public´s prying eye, then he would do it. And proving that he is in fact himself, was apparently step one. ´I gave Dobby my sock by placing it into your diary, which you handed to him, thus freeing him.`

He slumped back and summoned a Butterbeer he knew would be there, since Molly had thought that Harry would chose the privacy over the crowded house, to help relax his nerves. He opened it and drank half of it before putting it down on the wooden table in front of him and waited. It didn´t take long after that.

*BIB BIB*

´Plenty know about that by now, you´ll have to do better.` Harry groaned, because he knew that Malfoy was right, he had told that story to the papers after the war, amongst a lot of other truths.

He tapped the phone to his forehead while thinking hard. There was one way to prove it, well two, but he was so not calling Lucius Malfoy and actually speaking to the man. No way.

He made his decision, downed the rest of his butterbeer, then acted. He pressed send a little after and got up to get himself an actual drink. Why not? It was Friday evening and he was an adult, he could have a drink if he wanted to.

The fire whiskey burned its way down his throat and he coughed slightly as he got warmer and more comfortable. He sat down again, took off his glasses to wipe them clean with his shirt then placed them back onto his nose and sighed into the silence. “I´ll get back at those two, I swear it.”

*BIB BIB*

´It´s really you then - unless someone poly-juiced into you to send me your picture along with a tempus to validate the time. What would your friends think if they knew you were in your bed thinking about my arse as you so eloquently put it?´ Harry groaned and drank the last of his drink before lying down on the couch with the phone still in hand.

He was a light drinker, since he´d never been allowed any alcohol at the Dursleys, and he could already feel the whiskey and the 3 eggnogs from dinner working its way towards drunk. Maybe that had something to do with Bill and Charlie dumping heavy liquor into the ´nog´, when Molly was not looking. Their father knew, from the wink he had offered his sons, but hadn´t told.

Harry hadn´t even realized he had pressed send again, until there was no going back. “Fuck! No, no, no, I didn´t just… shite…” He cursed as he re-read his last message.

*BIB BIB*

He opened the text with his heart pounding away in his throat, then gasped. “Oh god.”

´My, my. I never knew you were so blunt, Mr. Potter. Have you always liked cock?´

“Fuck, what did I do. Why would I write that!” He scrolled back to his last sent text again. Jup, there they still were. The words stating that he was more intrigued with what Lucius had to offer, meaning of course between the lines, how well is he packed.

*BIB BIB*

´No need to become shy now. We´re both men and adults here. We both have one after all, and it seems we both very much enjoy them too.´ Harry choked on air as he re-read Lucius´ words. They were so – he was bloody flirting with him. With Harry, of all people. Harry sent his next reply and waited.

*BIB BIB*

´I never hated you, only the image of a single savior of our world. For me, it seems more like a group effort. Of course, you were the one that had to finish it all at the end.´ Suddenly Harry felt warmer. Lucius didn´t see him as the boy-who-lived? Not many could tell him apart from the legend of a toddler that managed to survive the killing curse. The Weasleys and his friends could, and his professors at Hogwarts, of course. It kind of made him feel slightly more comfortable at the moment. It could have been the drinks too, however.

´If you don´t like younger men, then why are you texting me back? Seems like a waste of your precious time, doesn´t it?´ Harry laughed at his own audacity. Well, he might as well get some answers out of this.

*BIB BIB*

´My time is hardly worth more than others´. And one can hardly ignore such a fine specimen such as yourself.´ Harry knew he was blushing now. The great Lucius Malfoy just offered him a compliment. “Fine Specimen.” That sounded like something an older person would say. Well, Lucius was older. He was so different in writing then he was in person. So straightforward, even humble. He has to be acting, right? “How about some proof for me too, huh?” Harry spoke the words aloud while typing them and sent the request.

He poured another drink and sipped it.

*BIB BIB*

´What kind of proof? Is a picture what you would like, Harry? May I call you Harry? Seems only fit when having this sort of ´connection.´ And does that mean, that I´ll receive a picture of the same value in return?´ “Shite, he really is flirting with me now. I should tell him to fuck off, right? This is so, so wrong.” He licked his lips and spent longer in thought than anticipated because his phone bibbed again.

´Arm, chest, stomach, arse or perhaps cock?´ Harry felt his dick waking up. “Huh.” He said dumbly. He bit into his bottom lip. “I can´t be considering this. It´s Malfoy´s dad.” He swallowed. “His very fit, sexy, attractive – fuck it.“

´Show me what you´ve got to offer.` He couldn´t believe he had just sent that to Lucius Malfoy. He waited a while as he finished his fire whiskey then flipped the phone open and gawked - and his body was clearly showing its appreciation to what he was staring at.

“Huh, I guess I do like cock.” He closed his eyes. “Lucius Malfoy just sent me a picture of his cock. On my phone, I´ve now got Draco Malfoys´ dad´s cock. And I like it. Well, fuck.”

He scrambled to undo his pants. A promise is a promise after all, and he was a Gryffindor, so there was no bailing out.

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AN: Thanks so much for the many lovely reviews. That´s just insane that one little chapter of mine got 7 reviews in 3 days only! So glad you asked for more. Well, you would get more even if you didn´t because I love writing so much! I just HAD to step up and give you this next one already to thank you!

LLHati: Heh, well if you did have a clue, then it wouldn´t be much fun to read though, would it?

Calmzone1: Me too! Those twins really are awful sometimes, right? Maybe it will turn out okay for Harry though. Or maybe not. Wonder if Draco finds out and what´ll happen then.

ANON: I´ll finish it, don´t you worry ;-)

ANON: Thanks! You´ll have to see what I´ve got planned for you. I won´t let my plot go haywire, even though there might be begging at some point, heh.

ANON: Thank you so much. Hope you´ll enjoy the rest of this little story too.

MistGhost57: Ooh, you got more then, since you asked so nicely. And thanks so much for that massive compliment, it warms my heart so.

Sablesilverrain: Oh gosh, YOU are reading MY stuff! I´m in awe just now, I´m the one who read yours!!! *Deep breaths, you can do this*

Those who write under Anon; if I know you, please write your name too so I can tell you apart ;-)
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