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The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior	By : Camorgan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 30139 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The Adventures of the Sex-God Savior and the Drool-Worthy Death Eater

"Severus, surely you are joking?" Said man glared at the other man darkly, settling comfortably into the chair that sat beside the Malfoy's sitting room fireplace. The Malfoy patriarch groaned elegantly, his head falling back against the chair back. The look of Severus Snape's face said clearly that he was, indeed, serious.

"In all our years of close, ah, friendship, that you would know that I am a man of few jokes." Severus replied, his low voice slow and deliberately patronizing.

"Alas, I indeed think that you should take Potter with you to the banquet tonight. Unless, your feelings are not as sincere as you have made out? In which case I would think you rather dim, of course. I can tell you haven't slept with the boy yet, and I rather thought that indicated you took your relationship with him seriously."

"Of course my feelings for Harry are sincere. That is not why I am hesitant. This is a pure-blood function. Just because the Dark Lord is dead doesn't mean everyone will welcome the savior with open arms and apologies. There are, as you know, some who are stubbornly stuck in blood supremacy hokum. I wouldn't want to make Harry uncomfortable, and also..." Lucius was silent for a moment. Severus raised an eyebrow delicately, a small smile twitching at his lips.

"Also, taking Potter to the banquet will very publicly announce your relationship. Practically an engagement, Lucius. Barely a month, are your feelings that strong?" Severus asked, secretly amused by his friend's expression of almost fear. The potion's master resisted the urge to snicker. He was actually really glad that Lucius had finally found someone that could reduce the calm Malfoy to the likes of a love sick teenager. He was beginning to worry before Harry Potter heroically entered the picture.

"...Yes. Yes they are. Harry will not understand the significance though. He wears my gifts, my crest, but he is unaccustomed to the pure-blood society, they'll eat him alive."

"No, they won't. They'll take one look at your possessive arm around his shoulders, your gleaming mark on his collar, and he'll be the most respected person there."

"And when they all ask when the wedding is?" Severus actually laughed.

"As if you were going to let him walk away from you any way, Lucius."

"Hermione...I can't do this." Harry straitened his dress robes for the umpteenth time, running his fingertip over the glinting emerald Malfoy crest on the collar, rubbing nonexistent smudges off his cufflinks and clasps, trying in vain to tame his hair. He was slightly panicking.

"Calm down, mate. It's just some banquet, right?" Ron asked, lounging against his bedroom wall.

"No, Ron, it's not just a banquet. It's a pure-blood, high society gathering. You know, ancient families, crazy ex-death eaters that will probably remember quite vividly where I stood in the war."

"Bloody hell. Lucius Malfoy's taking you to one of those things?" Ron asked, eyes wide.

"No, I'm just loosing my marbles over nothing." Harry replied, rolling his eyes.

"Well, you do realize what that means, right? When big important people in pure-blood families start taking dates to these functions?"

"Er...no."

"He might as well have got down on one knee, mate."

"What are you talking about?"

"Harry, what Ron means is that when a wizard like Lucius Malfoy, the patriarch of a really wealthy pure-blood family, takes a date with him to things like this, people usually assume the relationship is permanent."

"It'll be all over the papers before you can say Quidditch." Ron added. Hermione glared at him fleetingly, before looking back at Harry nervously. Harry was in a state of minor shock. He had known that Lucius took their relationship seriously, that he wanted Harry to be able to say he loved him, that he was an intensely possessive man. He was, after all, wearing his crest. Yet some how this information took him by surprise.

Lucius wanted everyone to know that Harry was his. He was elegantly, yet effectively, shouting it out for the wizarding world to hear. His heart beat a bit faster in his chest. Relationship...permanent...did Harry want that? His heart gave a lurch.

He thought of what it would be like, to be Lucius', for Lucius to be his, officially, forever. He was hit with a sudden longing, and he knew in that instant, whether he fully accepted it or not, that he never, ever, wanted to leave Lucius. He gulped, clutching at the arm of a chair to steady himself. He had known his feelings ran deep, but this was something else...

"Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione's voice cut over his epiphany, he looked over at her and swallowed thickly.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just, ah, surprised."

"Do you really want to stick with Malfoy, mate?" Harry smiled.

"Yeah, I think I really do."

The Greengrass residence was grand and cold looking. It seemed to Harry that all pure-blood families liked to go for the icy, indifferent look, even in their houses. It wasn't, as Harry couldn't help but smugly note, as grand as Malfoy manor. There was no dramatic gate effect, or albino peacocks. The observation of the house didn't succeed in distracting Harry from his issues, though.

As always, Harry's gaze was magnetically drawn to Lucius. He had thought he would get used to the man's striking beauty, but every time he laid eyes on him he seemed to become more and more alluring. He was looking particularly intimidating and powerful tonight, wearing his very best dress robes, suit, dragon hide boots and silver rings. His hair was impeccable as always, but Harry found that all he wanted to do was slide the ribbon out and let the white blonde hair cascade over the broad shoulders and run his fingers through it.

"I hope you're not too nervous, darling." Lucius commented as they neared the front doors. His arm was quite casually, yet securely around his shoulders. It was a comfort, and yet he feared the looks of interest and, undoubtedly, scorn, from the guests more than that of the Order's. The Order didn't make a habit of casting dark, nasty curses on people, unlike some guests at this party. He was infinitely glad for Bellatrix's death at the moment, and sadly, not completely because she had been Voldemort's biggest supporter and he hated her guts and she had killed Sirius.

"No, no, not at all." He lied, only then realizing that Lucius had called him 'darling'. A sort of warmth like butterbeer spread through his chest and he remembered exactly what walking into this banquet on Lucius' arm would mean. He stopped as they stood in front of the doors and looked over at Lucius, taking in his gorgeous features. He took a deep breath.

"I'm glad to be here with you. There's no place I'd rather be than at your side." He said, flushing slightly at the confession. Lucius' carefully placed mask softened a little bit and he graced Harry with a genuine smile. The younger man's heart nearly missed a beat. The smile relieved the sharp, cold features of his face, lighting his silver eyes and making Harry want to kiss him senseless.

Harry was hardly ever aggressive in their relationship. Lucius initiated mostly every encounter, and when Harry did, it was soft and hesitant, as if he was asking. Harry didn't kiss him like that this time. He wrapped his hand around the back of Lucius' neck and kissed him, pressing his body fully along the slim form of Lucius Malfoy. When he pulled back he was grinning.

"Alright, we might as well go in, then."

He had expected staring, whispering, sneers, he'd seen it all. He had lived his entire life under the scrutiny of the entire wizarding community. Yet nothing was quite like the quiet glares received from high-end, pure-blood wizards and witches. He would have preferred them to talk,, because the icy observance was making him squirm.

"Lucius, darling, I'm so glad you could make it. Oh, and who is your guest?" Daphne Greengrass was the picture of elegance, her black hair pulled into elaborate twists, a dark red dress clinging to her curves. Harry would have never been able to guess they were the same age if he hadn't gone to Hogwarts with her. He was rather irked at her fake ignorance. His hair was clearly swept away from his scar, and he was sure it wouldn't be that hard to figure out, even if the scar had been covered. His face was in the paper enough even as it was.

"Daphne, may I introduce none other than Mr. Harry Potter." Lucius drawled, a smug sort of smile on his face. Harry realized then that Lucius was rather enjoying this, showing him off. Maybe Draco wasn't so delusional.

"Harry Potter, oh! How silly of me!" She gasped, laughing girlishly.

"Then, I assume you have gotten rather close as of late?" Harry was starting to notice that the room was oddly quiet, save some murmuring here and there. They were all trying to hear what was being said. Daphne wasn't nearly as stupid as she acted, she simply wanted Lucius to say it out loud. Luckily for her, Lucius had no problem erasing any doubt in their minds that Harry was his.

"We have indeed, Miss Greengrass." Lucius replied, his hand tightening gently over Harry's shoulder and drawing his against Lucius' side. Harry was incredibly nervous, but he didn't want anyone in the room to notice so he smiled politely at Daphne and placed an arm around Lucius' back.

"Nice to see you again, Daphne. Everything looks great." He said to her, although he was not all that pleased.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a casual little thing. I am so glad dear Lucius brought you along though! I was so hoping he would find someone to relieve the loss of the lovely Narcissa." She said, her voice a sickly sweet attempt at mournful.

"Yes, well, I can't say I could ever replace Narcissa Malfoy." Harry said, internally irritated that she had so unceremoniously dragged Lucius' dead wife into the conversation. Lucius had stiffened slightly at his side and Harry could feel the anger in the tenseness of his muscles and the curt way in which he responded. He spoke to Harry, but he could tell he was clearly showing his annoyance to Daphne.

"Oh no, you and Narcissa are nothing alike and I would never want you to be. I cherish you just the way you are, and I'm sure Narcissa would want me to be happy."

"Of course. Well, I'm sure everyone is dying to meet Harry, so I'll leave you for now!" Daphne said, giving her sweet smile and swaying away. Harry was in for a long night.

Pure-bloods had a completely different way of things. Their extreme politeness and delicately veiled insults and threats made Harry's head hurt. He suffered through many other encounters nearly identical to the one with Daphne. The reactions to Lucius and Harry being together ranged from indifference to disbelief to clear contempt. Lucius took all of this with a calm demeanor, his arm never leaving Harry's shoulders and his arrogant, subtly dangerous air keeping any protesters mostly silent.

When the night was finally over, the guests filtering through the doors and disapperating with a twirl, Harry allowed himself to relax a little. His shoulders ached from tensing up all night, and his head was pounding. He had become accustomed to horrible headaches in his younger years, with Voldemort waging war on his mind, but after so long it was wearing on his tolerance. He let himself melt against Lucius' side, his tired body drinking in the warmth and strength of his older lover.

Lucius smiled warmly down at Harry, taking note of his exhausted form, He felt a great well of admiration and respect rise within him for the younger man. He had handled everything wonderfully, and though he could tell it made him uncomfortable, it warmed him to know Harry put up with it for him. He didn't even seem bothered by all the hints at their relationship, small comments about rings, the stray mention of the best time for bonding ceremonies. The mere thought that Harry might consider it...that he had not panicked at the notion...

"Harry, perhaps you would like to stay with me tonight?" The soft request roused Harry from his stupor. He gazed up at Lucius in surprise. He had never spent the night wit him before and the thought made his heart race pleasantly. He caught the look in the silver eyes, the warm affection, and smiled.

"I would love that."

It was odd to slide into bed and feel another body there. Even more so as an arm wrapped around his waist, his back pulled against a strong chest, Lucius' mouth by his ear, breathing steadily. It was odd, but it was also the single most amazing thing Harry Potter had ever experienced. He felt secure and safe in Lucius' arms, embracing in the soft, expensive sheets as a fire crackled in the hearth. He could hear quiet, calm classical violin music softly in the background, but had no idea where it came from.

He was slipping slowly into sleep, Lucius' presence had the extraordinary ability to either set his nerves on fire, or lull them into a deep sleep. Just as he was drifting off, warm lips pressed against his neck and a soft voice whispered.

"I love you, Harry." And he was asleep.

Harry awoke to the most pleasant sensation, hot lips teasing his neck and ear. He moaned softly, shifting slightly within warm, strong arms. His fingers gripped at the hand on his stomach and when Lucius nipped lightly at his ear his eyes fluttered open.

"Lucius?" He asked, his voice heavy with sleep and sudden desire as the long fingers drifted down along his happy trail and toward the top of his cotton sleep pants. They played with the draw string and Harry gasped lightly as the back of the older man's fingers brushed along his morning erection.

"Hm?" Lucius replied, his deep timbre making Harry tremble. The fingers dipped under the waistband, running through the dark curls gently. Harry's breaths were coming in short pants. Lucius and him had touched, played before, but until then the older man had never touched him beneath his pants. Having the long, graceful fingers so close made Harry slightly dizzy and he wanted nothing more than for those fingers to wrap around him.

"I..." Harry tried to respond, but it came out a rush of air. Lucius' lips pressed against his ear.

"Harry, if I move any further, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop." He breathed, his voice laced with lust. Harry's heart gave a jump. Was he ready for this? Sure, he was aroused as hell, his body was screaming for Lucius. But his heart...last night it had hit him that he never wanted to leave Lucius. He had gone with him for everyone to see. He wore Lucius' crest with pride.

Lucius made him feel things he'd never felt before. Dumbledore had always told him his greatest power was love, but until then, Harry had never really understood. Was this how it felt to truly love someone? Was that the feeling that was threatening to burst from him? Could he say, with no doubts, that he was in love with Lucius Malfoy?

"I don't want you to stop, Lucius." He breathed, turning over to face the older man. He looked stunning even after he just woke up. His long silver hair looked satisfyingly out of order, falling over his shoulders, the part no longer perfectly straight. He wore only silk sleeping pants that were hanging low on his hips, as Harry could see now that the sheets had fallen around their thighs.

When Harry met his eyes, he saw a mixture of desire and surprise in the silver depths. Taking a deep breath, Harry took Lucius' hand and placed it gently on his lower stomach. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, opening and moving up to catch Lucius' gaze.

"I'm in love with you Lucius Malfoy." He whispered.

In the name of everything sacred, what the hell was happening to him? Draco paced back and forth, his grey eyes darting toward the desk where a piece of parchment lay every so often. He chastised himself for it. He was not interested in the Weasley fiends. He did not fantasize about being pressed between them. No, of course not. That would be ridiculous.

Okay...he definitely did. But could you blame him? They were delicious! He groaned to himself. He desired Weasleys...it was bad enough that he was inexplicitly going to be surrounded by them, because even he could see that Potter and his father were bound to get it on and get married soon enough. Oh no! He had to have it bad for one of them too. Two of them, to be specific.

How did you even fall for two people like you would one person anyway? Maybe it was because Fred and George were practically inseparable. He couldn't imagine having just one of them. It would be like dating half a person.

He sat down heavily at his desk, his eyes drinking in the words for the hundredth time. He smiled despite himself, his fingers running over the two different scrawls of writing, different but eerily similar.

Dearest Draco,

On behalf of both Georgie and I, I'd like to inform you that we have agreed you are the most delectable man in existence.

Don't put it so formally, Fred. Draco, you're sexy.

No need to be crude either. Draco, you are positively scrumptious.

Now we want to eat him?

Maybe I do.

...Point taken.

Anyways, we are highly interested in getting better acquainted with you and your lovely attributes. We happen to find your snarky, holier-than-thou attitude to be charming and your arrogance endearing. I do hope you share similar thoughts about us.

We request that you meet us at our apartment above our shop for some tea on Friday at noon.

With love,

Fred and George

Draco couldn't help but chuckle to himself, his cheeks red from the compliments even on paper. It was 11:45 now and he made up his mind. Well, he had tried to battle off the feelings for the Weasley's, but to be honest, he kind of liked liking them and the prospect of being in the middle of a Weasley sandwich was just too appealing.
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