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Scars	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 20250 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry is waiting for me at the table. I’m pleased to see he’s taken the seat he once occupied to my right. Draco always sat to my left and Narcissa to my right., but by the time Harry moved in, Narcissa was too ill to join us for meals. So it just seemed sensible that Harry should take her chair. When he started withdrawing, that was the first thing that changed. He no longer sat beside me, instead he took the seat to Draco’s left.

He looks a little unsure and a lot anxious. I’d like to avoid talking about anything that has to do with Draco, but I know that isn’t likely. He proves that point for me as soon as I’m seated.

“Has he been here yet?” He isn’t looking at me, he’s playing with the corner of his napkin. I wonder if this habit of casting his eyes downward is courtesy of my son as well. He didn’t used to behave in this manner in my presence. Maybe Draco saw eye contact as Harry challenging him.

“No, Harry, I know that it will be difficult for a while, but do you mind attempting to look at me when you speak to me?” I guess, to anyone else, it wouldn‘t be a problem, but for me, it is. I love looking at him, but looking into his eyes is extremely pleasing to me. He continues to study his napkin for a few seconds before raising his head.

“Sorry, he, uh doesn’t like for me to look at you. It’ll take a little while for me to adjust to the fact that I’m free to do that now,” I shouldn’t ask, but I do anyway.

“Why did he not like for you to look at me, Harry?” He blushes so deeply that I almost feel sorry enough to retract the question… almost.

“He thought… um, well he was sure…” He takes a deep breath and continues in a less panicked voice, “At first he thought that I was attracted to you.” He looks down, but quickly catches himself and raises his head again.

Instead of asking him if Draco’s assumption was correct, which would not only be inappropriate, but preposterous, I ask him for some clarity, “At first?”

“Yeah, that kind of progressed. He started to get paranoid,” Oh Merlin, I know where this is going, and I want to stop him, but I don’t. He’s suffered this for years, the least I can do is listen to the horrors he’s lived.

“He decided that we were getting a little too close. He was sure I was sleeping with you. He even started tying one of my arms to the headboard at night. He thought I was sneaking to your bed in the middle of the night,” I’m careful not to let my facial expression change. I’m suddenly sorry that I asked him to look at me, because he was completely focused on my face for that admission.

I can’t seem to gather enough air to speak and he’s still looking at me. I’m disgusted with myself. I never wanted to take Harry from Draco, but I did want him. Had he come to me like that, I would not have turned him away.

“He used to ask me if you liked me limp, if you were pleased that you only had to concern yourself with your own release,” Is it wrong that I want to have a chance to physically refute the idea that I am a selfish lover? Yes, very wrong indeed.

“Harry-” I’m glad he interrupts me, I’m not sure what might have come out if not.

“It’s ok, sorry, I don’t mean to ruin dinner. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this anyway.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, Harry. You need to get this all out, and right now I’m the only person here. If you want to talk to someone else though, I could arrange for that. I don’t mind listening, not at all, but I want you to be comfortable,” I’m not sure if I’d rather he tell me or someone else.

“No, I’d rather not lay my humiliation out for anyone else, thanks. It’s bad enough that I’ll have to tell Snape. I can just imagine the glee he will get from this,” He’s blushing again.

“You might be surprised. Severus can be harsh, he can also be quite cruel with his words, but that’s as far as it goes. He would never wish your predicament on you and he certainly will not be delighted about it. Honestly, I would not want to be Draco tomorrow when Severus returns home,” One wouldn’t know it from looking at him, but Severus is a sensualist, he will be horrified by what he will see as a sin against man’s very nature. He will also despise the way Draco has mangled Harry’s body. Severus feels very strongly that pain and sex do not mix.

“I hope you’re right, this is bad enough without being mocked for it. Draco isn’t quite as refined with his insults as Snape is, luckily,” I hate my son for what he’s done to this beautiful boy.

We’re disrupted by a very loud commotion from outside. Ah yes, that would be Draco. Moments after it starts, Pippi pops into the room.

“Master? Pippi be finished with her task. Master Draco is being very upset right now,” I wave her away and give all of my attention to the boy starting to hyperventilate beside me. He’s drawn into himself as much as possible and is sitting on his hands staring at the table. Every time Draco’s voice drifts brokenly into the room, Harry flinches.

I have half a mind to confront the little wretch right now, but Harry needs me more. With a flick of my wand I spell the room silent. It’s a sort of reverse silencing spell. As soon as the atmosphere around us is calm, Harry starts to get control of himself.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just… he sounds so… I’m used to…”

“Ssshh, just relax Harry. He’ll be gone shortly,” I know what he’s going to say. He’s remembering all the times that Draco’s anger meant his own pain. He says he hasn’t loved Draco in a while, but I have to wonder how true that is. Surely there must have been some part of him holding on to the other boy for him to still be here, to have allowed the abuse as long as he did. I can’t imagine that even the thought of a lifetime of celibacy would have been enough to reduce Harry Potter to a trembling mass of fear incarnate.

“Lucius? I’m not so hungry now. I think maybe I’d like to rest. Will you let me know when he’s gone so I can go to my room?” He sounds so small, looks so delicate, I want to pull him into my lap and hold him. I’m not sure how well he’d take to that, so I reach out and hold my hand open. I’m not demanding, I’m simply giving him the option. It takes a few seconds for him to notice my outstretched hand, but when he does, he takes it without question.

“Pippi!”

“Yes, Master?”

“Please inform me the moment the hysterics have ceased.”

“Yes, sir.” We sit like that for almost an hour, not saying anything, him clinging to my hand, before Pippi returns to inform me that Draco has left.

“Thank you, Pippi. Please prepare Harry’s dinner to be served in his rooms. I’ll expect it to be delivered in exactly ten minutes,” Harry squeezes my hand tightly.

“Could you join me? I think I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Pippi, serve us both in Harry’s rooms.”

“Yes, Master. Pippi will be doing that right now. But, sir?” I turn on her so fast she shrivels.

“WHAT?!” I hate to yell at her, she truly is the best elf I have, but my patience is wearing thin.

“Pippi is sorry, sir. Pippi will smash her fingers in the door directly, sir, but will Master be needing help to get Master Harry to his rooms?” She’s rubbing her hands together under her chin and looks to be on the verge of tears. I have such a soft spot for her, I feel horrible for being short with her when she was only concerned for Harry.

“There will be no need to smash your fingers, Pippi. Thank you for thinking of Harry. I will manage to escort him to his rooms, just please prepare our food,” She doesn’t answer verbally, which is abnormal for her, but I can understand her hesitance to speak at the moment. She just nods and vanishes.

“Harry? Can you stand?” He laughs a little and some of the tension gripping me subsides.

“Yeah, there‘s nothing wrong with me, I’m just feeling a little stressed. I’m sorry for freaking out on you,” He stands - if a little wobbly - on his own, “See? Not broken, just a little cracked,” He tries to smile, but it looks painful.

“Come on, Harry, let’s get you to your rooms and you can have dinner in bed,” I lead him toward the door.

“Just me? I thought you were going to eat dinner with me?” I don’t miss the way his hand clasps even tighter around mine.

“I am.”

“Good then, we will have dinner in bed,” He is testing my limits, but I can’t very well call him on something he doesn’t even know he’s doing.

“Yes, Harry, we will dine in your bed tonight.”

“Sounds very posh, should I dress for the occasion? Pajamas perhaps?” He’s coming around again, but he still hasn’t released my hand. I don’t mention it, I‘m a glutton for punishment.

“Yes, I think that would do nicely,” I decide to test him a little and stroke the top of his hand with my thumb. It’s a dangerous move, I’m not sure how he will react. I’m watching him as closely as I can without directly looking at him.

At first the only sign that he felt my caress is a little tilt at the corner of his mouth. For the entire length of the hall to his rooms he doesn’t respond in any other way, but his little half-grin doesn’t disappear either. Then, just as I reach for the knob to open his door, he returns the gesture before squeezing my hand rapidly three times and letting go. My hand feels cold and wrong now, lonely almost.

I’m following him in when he stops me, “Aren’t you going to change into your pajamas? I thought we’d decided that was the dress code for this establishment?”

“Harry-”

“Nope, jammies, I’m putting them on, and so are you, otherwise it won’t feel like dinner in bed. Shoo, go change, but don’t take too long or I might start without you,” My god, his smile should not be so coy, especially not when he’s going to be waiting for me to join him in his bed.

A/N: Nope, we're not going there yet, so don't get your hopes up... or throw rotten tomatoes at me if the thought of Harry and Lucius together squicks you. Wait... if that's the case you wouldn't even be here, so yeah... Anyway, I'd thought I'd explain why I do such short chapters. It is very intentional. I prefer to read fics with smaller chapters because when I read I can never wait to get to the end (then I'm always sorry it's over, yeah I'm a woman, never satisfied), if I read a fic with 50 chaps but they are 2,000 words each I feel like I'm making progress faster than a fic that's 25 chaps with 4,000 words in each one. Yeah, I know, it's the same either way, but it feels different. So, you get small chaps because it's my preference, sorry! Love ya though.
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