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Incubus Dreams	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 42781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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
- 1-Incubus Dreams
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Disclaimer: All rights and such and blah, blah, blah, belong to J. K. Rowling, goddess and all supreme writer person. No money of any kind is being made off of this twisted tribute to her wonderful skills. Without her, there would be no Lucius and Harry, so let us all bow down to her superior imagination and not sue me for my hubris in thinking I could possibly be as talented as she.

Beta: Blaze Zelawin

Outwardly, Lucius was calm and cool; inwardly he was coiled tighter than a spring. A mere meter away was the one being that could fully satisfy the normally insatiable Incubus. Lucius wanted nothing more than to feed--from Harry. He didn�t care how; his screams of pleasure, fear or pain; he just wanted to feed.

Tendrils of Incubus energy and power must have seeped through Lucius� control and was affecting the young man. Harry licked his lips and swallowed around a suddenly dry throat. He felt a bit of magic lick at his own magical core. He looked wide eyed at Lord Malfoy.

When those wide green eyes pinned him, Lucius made his decision. Why was he attempting to control himself; deny himself what was rightfully, and fated to be, his? The headmaster has willingly and knowingly left, subtly giving his consent.

Lucius got up and carefully put his cane on his seat. Then he took off his cloak and folded it, then placed it on the chair also. Lucius decided to unbutton the top few buttons of his crisp, white satin shirt. Light from the wall sconces caught on the pearl buttons and reflected on the gold chain about his waist.

Harry watched, transfixed, at the methodic actions of the blond man before him. For the first time, Harry could actually reconcile the image of Lord Malfoy; Death Eater, and Lucius Malfoy; sensuous Incubus. Every move was unconsciously graceful and fluid. The light caught on the different shades of blond in Lord Malfoy�s hair. Wheat, platinum, silver and gold shone forth; tied back at the base of his skull to reveal his classically beautiful face.

His arms were lean within the loose confines of his pure white sleeves. Harry watched lean, graceful hands unbutton the pearls at the wrist and delicately roll the sleeves up to mid-forearm. A large gold ring set with onyx and emerald stones caught Harry�s eyes. And then sense came back to him. Harry fought against the seduction of the Incubus.

�Sir?�

Lucius didn�t stop his actions. His hands went to the tie in his hair, releasing the silken strands from their bond.

�Yes Mr. Potter?�

Harry swallowed a gasp. That voice, where before it was low, smooth and silky; now it was husky and tangible. Harry felt it slide up his spine in a light caress.

�I still have some questions.�

Lucius finally stopped, having finished with whatever he was doing. He walked over to Harry and held out his hand.

Harry looked at the appendage. His attention was once again caught on the ring. It held the Malfoy Family crest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, once again feeling the pull of the Incubus. Harry reached his hand out, stopping just short of touching Lucius� larger one.

�What happens if I refuse this�bond?� Bond seemed like the best word to describe whatever was happening between them.

Lucius� nostrils flared and his pupils dilated in fury at the question. He reached his hand and grabbed Harry�s in a crushing grip. Lucius felt the bones crunch together in the hand he was gripping, but didn�t lessen the hold. His respect for the boy went up when Harry didn�t make a sound of protest or wince against the pain.

However, when Lucius yanked Harry from the chair, he reveled in the shocked/pained expression that briefly flitted across the young Gryffindor�s face. He dropped to his knees, forcing Potter to do likewise. With his free hand, Lucius gripped the boy�s chin in a second bruising grip. Lucius smiled a cold and dangerous smile when he felt the boy�s emotions. Anger, resentment, defiance, lust, and a smidgeon of reluctant fear.

Bringing their faces close, Lucius answered, �Refusal of this bond in not an option I will allow. Your only options are to enter and accept this willingly--or not. But accept this you will, even if I have to break you to do it. I refuse to be driven to madness because you decided to reject and deny something you are fated to.�

Potter�s expressive green eyes widened slightly before he nodded imperceptibly. Lucius released his chin and slightly loosened the grip about the boy�s wrist.

The elder Malfoy inhaled deeply all of Harry feelings, happily becoming addicted. He wanted more, desperately needed more--rather the Incubus in him did. But Lucius wouldn�t let his precious control slip.

With his free hand, Lucius unhooked the boy�s cloak, drinking in the sight of that slender form. The shirt was cotton and it was button-down. Lucius pulled the cloak down the boy�s shoulders, but not completely off, trapping his arms. Then Lucius unbuttoned half the buttons of the soft cotton shirt, feeling the even softer skin beneath.

Harry was torn; he felt the Incubus� seduction but he didn�t want to just give in.

�Wait, what about�Malfoy, I mean�Draco? Have you told him yet?�

Lucius groaned in annoyance, but he did understand the importance of the question. His Incubus within actually seemed to whimper, though Lucius gave no outward appearances of it. Here was his complete and perfect bond mate, and Harry insisted on talking--about Draco.

Lucius watched Harry�s pulse flutter on his neck. His free hand lifted and encircled the boy�s delicate neck, thumb brushing over the pulse point.

�I will deal with Draco. It would be best if you weren�t anywhere near him for a period after I tell him. But you do no have anything to worry about in concerns to him.�

Harry nodded; it was all he could do. He found Lucius� touch strangely comforting considering the older man�s hand was still crushing his wrist and his other was around his neck. Harry swallowed; his Adam�s apple bobbing under Lord Malfoy�s hand.

�What about your wife, Lady Malfoy?�

The hands tightened minutely, but it was enough to catch Harry�s attention. Lucius� slate eyes glowed bright for a second before they narrowed into slits.

�Narcissa has been dealt with accordingly and no longer carries the title of my wife or Lady Malfoy. Her behavior of late has been unbecoming of a Malfoy.�

Harry�s eyebrows rose straight to his hairline. His curiosity was roused about what actually happened to the former Lady Malfoy. However, he held his tongue in that regard, not wanting to incite the other man�s anger.

�I know you said your Incubus nature wouldn�t allow me to come to harm from anyone else, but can you say it will keep me from harm where you�re concerned?�

Lucius� smile was glacial and Harry�s fear of the blond rose; he had his answer.

Lucius� thumb slid up to the corner of Harry�s jaw, tilting it to the side and baring Harry�s neck. His head lowered until he could feel the boy�s quickening pulse upon his lips. Other than the shallow rise and fall of his chest, Harry remained frozen.

Ghosting breath along the way, Lucius� lips paused next to Harry�s ear, and in a soft, gentle voice, he spoke, �There is so much I could teach you, Mon Ange. I have the skills to make you scream from pleasure�or pain, or even both. I could break you, then rebuild you; mold you to what I want. I could make you stronger, even more so than your headmaster or the Dark Lord. All you have to do Harry�is submit to me.�

Lucius nuzzled behind Harry�s ear, drowning in his youth and innocence. He could feel the boy start to shake as he felt more of the pull from the Incubus, but still fought it. Lucius smiled as he licked the patch of skin behind Harry�s ear. He didn�t want an easy conquest. Surrender and submission from the boy will be so much sweeter when truly earned; forced even.

Harry pulled back, anger flashing in those green, green eyes.

�I refuse to be forced into anything Lord Malfoy. I will agree to the bond, but I reject any notion of you treating me as a mere object. I don�t let Dumbledore do it, I don�t let Voldemort do it, and I sure as hell won�t let you do it. I am a human being and will be treated as such.�

Lucius grinned as he returned to nuzzle the side of Harry�s neck, murmuring against the flesh, �Very well. You shall be treated as more than my toy. In return, however, your grades must go up, I want them as high as Draco�s. I will not be tied to a simpleton.�

Lucius drank in the indignation and anger radiating from the boy. In this one case, Lucius was glad for the Gryffindor tendency of letting their emotions run free. Lucius� Incubus was having a feast.

�Alright, but keep in mind, Professor Snape unfairly marks down my work and ignores sabotages done to my practicals by his precious Slytherins.�

Those two last words were hissed, and for a second, Lucius lost his focus. The sibilant tones slithered down his spine sensuously, like a whisper. It gave Lucius ideas.

�I will speak with Severus.�

Harry pulled back, almost completely out of Lucius� grasp and looked at him through narrowed eyes before nodding once.

�This will be a secret.�

Lucius raised one pale blond eyebrow. �Are you embarrassed or ashamed to be so closely connected to a Death Eater? Or is it a man?�

Harry gave Lucius a withering glare worthy of the Potions Master himself.

�No, it�s my life--sort of--and I stopped caring what people think. Truth or lies, they will believe what ever they want no matter how viciously and absolutely wrong they are. The only ones who matter will know the truth and that�s all I care about. I want this to remain a secret as long as possible because of Voldemort. If he knew of this--thing--your life would be in danger and I can�t have that.�

�My life is in danger in any case Mr. Potter.�

Harry nodded and unconsciously leaned towards the other man.

�You knowingly and willingly putting your life in danger is one thing. Your life being in danger due to your connection to me is another thing entirely. If you do something stupid like say, �Gryffindor rules and Voldemort drools,� and he punished you; no skin off my back. But if Voldemort tortures you simply because of this, something which is out or both of our controls; well then, that I can not, and will not stand for.�

Lucius leaned back to properly look at the Gryffindor. He had to look in to look directly into those verdant eyes to discern any feeling or intention, as Harry had somehow, and very inconveniently, managed to block his emotions.

What he saw was a serious and determined young man who seriously took the safety of those around him. It was humbling, the depths Lucius saw in those emerald orbs; and as a man not used to such a feeling, Lucius physically and mentally backed off.

�Alright Mr. Potter. We�ll keep it a secret except to those who need to know.�

Harry merely nodded, then froze. He looked down at the hand Lucius still had clamped around his wrist, and then he seemed to just realize his state of partial undress and glared accusingly at Lucius.

�Do you think I can get back to being properly dressed before my professors return?�

The request was said with such an air of expectancy of being followed that Lucius couldn�t help but laugh. He was almost, but not quite, surprised that his laugh was laced with real humor.

Harry was surprised at the laughter, but was uncomfortable with the closeness of the older man. He tried to extricate his wrist from Lucius� hold but gasped when it tightened. Harry pulled his hand away a bit more insistently, eyes narrowed in what almost appeared to be calculation.

Lucius� eyes closed as the Incubus once again made a strong and insistent appearance. It had receded slightly during their conversation and the brief taste of Harry�s emotions from before; but apparently patience was wearing thin. Lucius closed his eyes and inhaled deeply of Harry�s scent.

�Don�t struggle. It�s�intoxicating.�

Harry paused at the words, his suspicions confirmed.

�You�ve not fed.�

Lucius opened his eyes and Harry saw they were slightly glowing.

�Not recently, no. However, now is not the time, nor will there be time enough in the near future. Don�t look at me like that. We�ll wait until the winter break, that way it will be fully and properly done. Until such time, I will be forced to steal moments like a rutting, hormonal teenager.�

Harry smirked at the disgust in the blonde�s voice. Satisfied that he wouldn�t be molested at that moment, Harry pulled his wrist free, scooted back and set himself to rights. When he finished, Harry looked and saw Lucius was as immaculate as ever. He rolled his eye sand snorted in amusement, then turned towards the door. He had just grasped the handle when a solid, warm presence pressed up against his back, and an arm wound about his chest, bringing him flush against Lucius. Harry froze.

�Remember one thing, Harry Potter. You belong to me now.�

A hand closed over Harry�s and opened the door, causing Harry to stumble as he was released. He looked behind him and glared at Lucius, then turned to smile at Dumbledore.

�I trust thing have been worked out?�

Harry answered, completely ignoring the blond who went to stand next to Snape.

�For the most part. There are a few minor details to work out, and I am sure Lord Malfoy has a few more things to say on the matter. However, that is all for another time. I�m tired now and I have some homework due Monday that I need to finish. I�d also like to see my friends.�

�Will you be telling them about what happened?�

Harry thought back to what happened in that room. No, he was NOT going to be telling that bit to his friends. But he would give them the general gist of what new mess he was in now.

�No, not right now anyway. They don�t need to worry about it, especially when there�s nothing to be done. I�ll ask that no one else tells them either. I�m still coming to terms with all that�s been revealed today. I�ll tell them when I�m ready to tell and when they�re ready to listen. Right now, they�d view it very unfavorably, most especially Ron.�

Harry caught Lucius� sneer at the mention of Ron and glared back.

�Whatever you think is necessary Harry. But I ask that you not leave it too long. They may respond just as unfavorably to being kept in the dark as to the actual circumstances.�

Harry levelly looked at the headmaster, understanding the acknowledgment of a mistake.

�I promise I won�t leave it too long. I just need a bit of time to assimilate this myself before I get others involved.�

Dumbledore nodded and turned to Lucius.

�And you, Lord Malfoy? You do intend to inform your son, correct?� Expectancy oozed from every word.

�I have no doubt of Draco�s assimilation and acceptance of this news. However, I do not plan on telling him until he is home during the winter holiday. Something of this magnitude should not be revealed in such a public forum as a school, but in one of more comfort and familiarity for my son.�

Harry didn�t say anything in regards to that plan; in fact he wholeheartedly supported it. The longer he could put off dealing with the young Malfoy, the better.

Professor McGonagall was quietly watching the goings on, not liking the situation, or entirely comfortable with Harry�s new connection with Lord Malfoy. When Lucius Malfoy was finished speaking, McGonagall spoke up.

�I volunteer to be the chaperone on any meetings between Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy that take place on Hogwarts grounds as well as Hogsmeade outings. Due to the Incubus nature, I understand certain allowances must be made, but Harry is sixteen and still a minor under Hogwarts� care. As such, certain boundaries and limitations will be made and I will ensure they are followed.�

Harry shrank into the background, not particularly interested in the many rules, confident in his professor�s ability to keep him in line. He was thinking of when and how he should tell Ron and Hermione of his new predicament. He had absolutely now idea and didn�t even know how to broach the subject.

�I think that sums everything yup that is of immediate concern. Lord Malfoy may contact Harry through letters or a teacher, and may meet in person on Hogsmeade weekends with a chaperone. During the winter break, Harry will go to Malfoy Manor. Lord Malfoy will swear a Wizard�s Oath to go no further than Harry willingly and knowingly, allows, in anything and everything.�

Harry wished he didn�t have to hear this, not when anything was spoken in regard to sex, him and Lord Malfoy, and with his teachers in the room.

�You may return to your dorm now Harry. Have a good night, my boy.�

Harry nodded and replied, �thank you Headmaster, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape�Lord Malfoy.�

Harry walked toward the door leading out of the Great Hall and to freedom. However, he had to pass Lucius to do so. As he neared the man, Harry could feel the heat radiating from his body. He knew the older man had tensed slightly, although for all outward appearances, he appeared collected and at ease. Harry paused when Lucius reached a hand out and caressed Harry�s neck, his thumb briefly caressing his pulse point. He was forced to remain paused when Lucius fully encircled Harry�s neck.

From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Professor McGonagall tense up, about ready to protest. She was stopped by a restraining hand belonging to Snape.

Lucius looked deeply into Harry�s eyes and Harry boldly looked back. Slowly silver orbs stared glowing brighter and brighter, causing Harry to fall further and further into them. Suddenly Harry cried out in shock and pain.

Nothing external and nothing he could specifically name caused his pain; it was everything, everywhere all at once.

Harry latched onto something tightly and felt himself being clutched in return. He opened his eyes, not remembering when he closed them, and found himself looking at Lucius. The pain lessened and Harry felt faint and drained. The last thing he remembered seeing before he passed out was Lucius� eyes turning from quicksilver to emerald, then back to silver.
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