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A Summer Escape	By : enchanted_nightingale Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6005 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Summer Escape

Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: summer before 5th year

Summary: After his 4th year the Delacour's see Harry alone at Kings Cross and decide to take him to France where an unusual romance blooms between Harry and Rabastan Lestrange. But will it last longer than the first night?

Pairs: Harry Potter/ Rabastan Lestrange

Disclaimer: The characters from Harry Potter books do not belong to me. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

"Speech"

"(French)"

'Thoughts'

Out of your mind

Rabastan decided to eat out that night and close enough to his hotel room. He chose to eat in a Muggle establishment as it was unwise to linger in the Parisian magical community for too long. He could not believe his luck when he found a familiar face already in the small, Muggle restaurant. Those rosy cheeks and messy raven hair reminded him of his lover of two days prior. He had decided to write to him soon for another meeting but he was fortunate enough to meet him this night.

However his elation was short lived when he saw how the green eyed minx was escorted by no less than three beautiful figures, two women and a young girl. They all had exceptionally beautiful looks and Rabastan quickly understood why. They were all Veela's, or part Veela as their allure was not that strong.

Still, the Lestrange was not known for backing down from something he wanted. He approached the table and he suppressed a smirk when he saw Harry's jaw drop

Apolline caught the byplay between them and

" Bonsoir Monsieur. Connaissez-vous notre Harry? (Bonsoir Monsieur. Do you know our Harry?)" she questioned.

"Oui madame. Nous avons eu une rencontre agréable, il ya deux jours.Il est inoubliable (Yes, madam. We had a pleasant meeting two days ago. He is unforgettable)" Rabastan replied in perfect French.

Apolline offered him a radiant smile and shifted on her chair. Rabastan caught sight of her slight bulge that belied her pregnancy.

"My husband will join us soon. You are welcome to share dinner with us," she invited.

Rabastan nodded. "Thank you."

Fleur rose from her seat near Harry and a waiter came with another chair and plate for her.

"I'm Apolline Delacour, my daughters Fleur and Gabrielle." A tall man with light blond hair and brown eyes approached and Apolline smiled. "My 'usband Armand Delacour."

"Rabastan Evrard Graves," he offered.

"Any relation to Merton Graves from the 'Weird Sisters'?" Harry asked.

"None that I know," Rabastan replied. "I know nothing about playing the cello."

Harry smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' to Apolline.

"You said you were not local," Rabastan whispered to Harry.

"I'm not. The Delacour's, they helped me and still are. I owe them a lot," Harry said fondly. "Still, what are the chances of seeing you here tonight?"

"I guess luck was on your side," Rabastan.

Harry offered a smile and turned to the waiter to order.

Rabastan waited as Harry spoke with the family. It was later that evening and the dinner had ended. Rabastan had offered Harry a drink and Apolline accepted and 'allowed' him to go.

The older wizard smirked when he saw the teen walk back to him.

"I know a nice establishment just an apparition away from here," Rabastan offered his arm to the youth.

Harry smiled and accepted. "This was not how I thought I would see you again," Harry told him.

"I was busy the last two days but I wanted to write to you soon. I dare say you've been on my mind."

Harry blushed but the dark of the night covered it.

"You know, we could always skip the drink," Rabastan suggested.

Harry swallowed when a hand rested on his waist, pulling him close to the older wizard as they kept walking. It was a very warm night but Harry knew it was unnatural to feel as hot as he did that moment. The hand strayed a bit and brushed over Harry's firm butt. The teen froze and Rabastan stopped walking as well, pulling the teen against him.

"I want to taste you right now Harry," Rabastan breathed.

Harry felt anticipation grip him. Despite their one night together he was still very new to this.

Rabastan touched his chin and tilted his head a bit up so he could lean down without too much effort on his part.

When he was kissed again after two long days Harry moaned with pleasure. It seemed to urge Rabastan on as he pulled the smaller body against his having Harry throw a leg over his hip, rubbing against his body. The friction did not help the escaped convict in any way. He had been hot and bothered since the last time with this minx. Having this willing body so close to him again made him not want to let Harry out of his bed for days.

Harry felt a stir in his loins and broke the kiss.

"Let's skip the drink," Harry gasped out.

Rabastan pulled him in an alley before Apparating both of them to his hotel room. He stepped away from Harry long enough to kick his shoes off. He was pleasantly surprised to see Harry had already taken his shirt off and was working on his trousers.

"Let me help with that," Rabastan told him as he pulled Harry's hands away from his belt. He let his rough palms skid over Harry's smooth chest. His gaze caught sight of a feint scar near his collarbone. He frowned a bit but felt those small hands reach for his trousers.

"Don't do it little imp," Rabastan warned. "I want to taste every inch of you first and then I can have you screaming as I fill every inch of your sweet little ass."

Harry blushed but dropped his hands and let go.

Next Morning:

Harry winced. His body was sore and all his muscles screamed at him with every move he made. He smiled at seeing Rabastan's sleeping, nude figure. He had kicked off the thin sheet sometime during the night and just used Harry for warmth. Now that the teen left he did not move a muscle.

Harry moved to the bathroom and started a much needed shower.

He had just turned the water on when Rabastan joined him. He looked alert and decisively like a predator.

"Rabastan?"

The man took the soap and lathered up some foam in his palms.

"Yes?" he inquired. He touched Harry's shoulders and massaged them, spreading the soap.

"What are you doing?"

Rabastan moved downwards, sensually rubbing Harry's back and waist, stopping just over his rounded globes.

"Well, washing you," Rabastan replied. "Turn to face me."

Harry turned and he looked a bit nervous.

"Has anyone ever washed you before?" Rabastan asked.

"A…no," Harry replied.

"Then enjoy it."

And Harry did. He enjoyed as Rabastan's hands where on his chest and then moved lower, teasing and enticing him.

"Rabastan…" Harry gasped when a finger entered him.

"You like that?"

"Yesss."

Rabastan swooped down and kissed him hard and Harry melted against him.

Harry was backed up against the tiles and Rabastan moved between his parted legs.

"You will like this more," he promised the youth.

Kingsley left the law enforcement building of the Parisian magical community feeling quite disheartened.

No one had even remotely heard of any Death Eater activity in the area and no one had seen Rabastan Lestrange in the country. Still, the local Aurors agreed to let him know if anything came up, unofficially of course. The dark skinned Auror found it both helpful and humiliating that even foreign wizards knew of Fudge's incompetence.

There was really nothing more he could do in France and decided he would head back to his home country sooner.

Harry laughed as Rabastan helped him dry his mop of hair.

"Lay off!" the teen told him.

"You are dripping on the carpet."

"So?" Harry questioned.

Rabastan shook his head. Harry was too much. He had more energy than he could manage. It was embarrassing really.

"Harry? I never asked you before."

The teen turned inquiring eyes to him. "Ask away."

"I never thought to ask before, but how old are you?" the older wizard asked him.

"Now you want to know?"

"I know you are a minor," Rabastan said with a wince. He knew he had earned his way to hell long before he met Harry. Still he did not want to ruin this youth's life. He had heart enough to spare this one.

Harry sighed and moved to the balcony door. He had been happy to be just Harry but he knew he had to answer a few questions at least. In the beginning of his stay with the Delacour's Apolline herself had been the one to help him cover up that thrice cursed scar on his forehead that told the world who he truly was. That was all it took really. Without the scar he was not Harry Potter the Saviour but rather Harry Potter the teen.

"I'm fifteen now," he told Rabastan. Harry saw him wince and felt sympathy for him.

"Not even sixteen," the other wizard commented. "Hell here I come."

"I was and still am willing," Harry reminded him. "Rest assured that your reputation is intact."

Rabastan snorted when that came out of the teen's mouth.

"I'm a student at Hogwarts, just entering fifth year," Harry continued.

"Just say you're not a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff."

Harry laughed. "I bet you were a Slytherin."

Rabastan smirk. "Of course. There is no other House."

Harry snorted. "I'm not telling."

"A Gryffindor then," Rabastan decided.

"You know all that green and the mahogany wood in the common room is so passé."

Rabastan hesitated. "You've been to the Slytherin Common Room." It was a statement.

Harry smirked knowing he had successfully confused Rabastan. "So, are we going to have sex again or do you need me to beg?"

"Oh, Harry, you hardly 'need' to beg but I won't stop you if you want to, you look so good when you beg," Rabastan whispered in his ear as he ground his half hard member against the teen.

"God!" the teen gasped.

"Are you tired?" Rabastan teased.

Harry glared at him. "I'll show you tired!

Rabastan smirked.

No 12 Grimmauld Place, Britain:

Kingsley was dead tired so he was a bit annoyed at Dumbledore when the old man called him to an Order meeting the moment he stepped foot on Britain. He Apparated to the London townhouse and met with Moody in the entrance. The old Auror nodded at him and they both stepped in as soon as the house appeared. Sirius Black was already struggling with the portrait of Mrs. Black.

"Sorry about that," Lupin told them. "Let us move to the kitchen. How was your trip Kingsley?"

"Exhausting," the Auror replied.

"Those Lestrange's," Moody said gruffly. "They always were bad news."

They took their seats and Kingsley accepted a cup of tea from Molly Weasley. Sirius returned and sat next to him. He looked worse now than when he was on the run the year before.

"How are you holding up?" he asked the man.

Sirius shrugged. "I just want Harry here soon." He studied the Auror. "What did you do in France?"

Kingsley blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Who was the lass?" Moody said from his other side.

"You both have very dirty minds," Kingsley told them.

"Takes one to know one," Sirius replied as Moody cackled.

Kingsley shook his head and turned to see Dumbledore. The meeting was starting.

"I am happy to see everyone again. Welcome back Kingsley. Now let this meeting begin. First on the agenda, retrieving Harry from his relatives. Any volunteers?"

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