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If This Is How You Treat Your Heroes...	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 96985 -:- Recommendations : 12 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Special AN; This is something I should have said at the beginning but forgot. Though I'm basing this in canon, it's taken from the books, not the movies. As the books differ greatly from the movies, and things are better explained when it comes to certain aspects, if you only saw the movies you're going to not understand some of it.

Be warned, this is a massive chapter with a lot of information. A great deal of it are things you're going to need to remember later as things play out. Also, though I'm pulling from canon, I'm twisting what happened to fit the AU I’m working in.

-That Tomato Person

Sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking Harry's head, Lucius' own was down as he tried to think. There was so much going on in his head that he didn't know what to do, think, whatever, about the whole thing. Of course, as anyone who knew him would expect, the first thing that came to mind was he wanted revenge on Snape. Oh yes he did! And, at some point, he would have it. Glancing over at the young man that was sleeping, he sighed softly then shook his head. He just wouldn't try to get it at the moment. No, Tom was right; Harry needed him more right now than he needed revenge. Besides, a slight moratorium would give him a chance to plan out what he wanted to do to the vile bastard. Bella knew the spell that painlessly castrated animals. He was sure, between the two of them, that they could modify it so that it wasn't so painless! Then there was the one that tied the male anatomy in a knot. Combine the two? That would be perfect.

Sighing, he shook his head. No, that didn't need to be his focus right now. He had other things to worry about first, like what he had to do the next day. Rubbing his eyes, he felt like he had been awake for days by now. The rub there was that he was certain he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. He did need to relax though. Seeing Nagini slither up on the bed and curl up on the pillows above Harry's head, Lucius shivered slightly. He knew the snake wouldn't hurt him of course, it was just the idea of sleeping with her was all. It didn’t seem to bother Harry. Of course he assumed that was because his young man could talk with her. As he didn't have that gift, he found it slightly unnerving, especially with the hissing. However, as she brought the young man a measure of comfort, making him feel more protected after what had happened, he wasn't going to say a word.

Looking at the snake, he said, softly, “I'm going to change. If something happens, let me know.” Hearing a hiss in reply, and seeing the massive reptile look at him, he assumed she understood. Summoning a house elf and having the creature bring him his night attire, he then went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and changed.

Coming back in, he sat on the bed by Harry then doused the lights. Looking at the young man that appeared to be soundly sleeping, he sighed. He didn't know how to do this. Honestly, he was sure if he just slid into bed and lay beside him, that might cause issues if Harry woke, something that would come in a few hours because of the pain draughts wearing off. With all he had been through that night, he didn't want to do that.

After thinking it over for a few minutes, he decided to try something. Gently, he did slide into the bed in front of the young man. Putting a hand on Harry's waist, he rested his head against Harry's. Softly, he said, “It's just me, Harry. You know I won't hurt you.” Somewhere, despite being heavily drugged, his young man must have heard that because he mumbled something incoherent and slurred then Harry's arm draped over his waist. Nodding, pleased with that, he looked at the snake that slithered from her perch and draped over the young man. “If he starts to wake and I'm dozing, try to reassure him nothing is amiss,” he told her. Hearing another hiss as though she were replying, Lucius sighed then shut his eyes. He at least needed to try to rest.

Of course, as he expected, while lying there his brain went into overdrive and wouldn't calm down. Riotous thoughts about all kinds of things were all over the place, making him sigh. Normally when this happened, he would take something so he could get some sleep. That wasn't going to happen tonight. No, he needed to be alert if Harry woke and needed something, like more pain killers. Sighing once more, he laid there trying to direct his thoughts to something productive. Rather than go in that direction, they seemed to want to show him how he had ended up in the relationship he was with his young man. It was strange, he would admit that to himself, and not something he ever would have thought would happen, but it had.

It had started after Harry's second year. When Harry had confronted him after the whole thing with the Chamber, he had been intrigued by the young man who had dared stand up to him. For a couple weeks after that, he couldn't get the confrontation out of his mind. There was something there, something he didn't understand, and he wanted to. Rather than let it lay as he probably should have, he went with it. Using some contacts he had, he managed to find out where Potter lived. After that, he watched the boy. It was there that some things seemed to grow. Harry's odious relatives, how they treated the boy, went about things, all of it, was something that drew him back. Quietly, making sure he wasn't seen, he watched for a week or so, his emotions warring over all the things his world had perceived about the boy and how things really were for him.

Finally, he followed an impulse that he had been fighting against and approached Harry one day as he sat in a park not far from his house. As one would expect, the young man was wary. Not being allowed to do magic out of school, being faced with a grown wizard, not knowing how to defend himself in some way, all of it was there as Lucius could easily see. Having made sure he was as non-threatening as he could get, Lucius sat down and offered him a bag of food that he had procured from one of the Muggle fast-food restaurants. By then he was well aware of how the boy's relatives didn't feed him as they should. Though Lucius could see the reluctance on his face, Harry had been too tempted by being hungry to resist it and took the bag then began eating. That was what started the whole thing.

Almost every day after that until the incident with his aunt, he had met Harry. All they did was talk about things, nothing more. Nor did they discuss things like Draco, Lucius' involvement in the last war, none of it. They just talked about other things. Harry, as he learned, wasn't as stupid or foolish as he had thought or been told by Draco. He learned that the young man just wanted to be accepted in a world he had never known after being labeled a freak in the one he had to reside in during the summer. That was something Lucius could appreciate.

On the days that he couldn't get there, Lucius made sure to send an owl to the young man. No, they weren't much and he didn't expect anything to come of them, but Harry always wrote back. He was one of the first to be told what brought on the incident with the inflation of Harry's Aunt Marge. Not understanding why the Minister of Magic had taken such an interest in keeping an eye on him or putting him up in Diagon Alley, Harry had asked. Of course, being unable to resist such a blatant question, Lucius had told him. The difference was, he did it in person with Narcissa by his side. In the next letter he promised to explain the best he could but told him he wanted to do it a different way just in case someone intercepted the owl. That Harry had accepted and told Lucius he would wait.

By that point, Narcissa had figured out something was 'up' and he was talking with someone. Knowing him the way she did, she knew, as she told him, he wasn't doing anything to jeopardize what was going on. As his wife was his best friend, someone he talked to about everything, he told her who it was he was talking to. Though stunned, she had understood why and said nothing. After Harry was removed to the Leaky Cauldron for the summer, she had become his conspirator to help him see the young man. Knowing what he did of such things, he knew Harry was being watched, especially with Black out and most thinking the man was after his godson. So, between the two of them, they had come up with a plan. There was more involved than just seeing him to talk about Black, of course, something else could be accomplished that would assist with many things for the young man.

It had taken him a week, but he had finally been able to rent a room not far from Harry's under an assumed name using polyjuice. Making sure that no one was watching, he had let Harry know who he was. Then, for the first time, late one night he had introduced Harry to Narcissa. It was then that the three of them sat down to discuss what was really going on with Black. Laying it all out, he told Harry that he had nothing to fear from his godfather, that Black was innocent, but there was no way to give up who had done it as they didn't know where Pettigrew was. With a sigh, Harry had accepted that, as he had so much up to this point. He knew the young man had hoped that Black could be proven innocent so he didn't have to go back to the Dursley's. Though he and Narcissa had agreed to see what they could do, they didn't give him false hope either. As with all things that came with Harry being who he was, he had accepted that and moved on.

During those few scant weeks of freedom from both the Dursley's and not being under Dumbledore's thumb, Lucius had been able to spend a lot more time with the young man. Narcissa, too, had trailed along with them. As Draco was on the continent with some friends, his wife had come along because she saw a young man her son's age that needed an assist in many ways. To that end, they had made sure that the young man had gotten things like clothes, new glasses, finding him a solicitor to deal with some things and other necessities while making certain no one saw them together. Harry, on his end, though embarrassed by things such as that, went along, seeming to understand what he and Narcissa hadn't at that point; that there were two people who were going to try to look out for him, something he never really had since the ones that did that seemed to only want to go by what Dumbledore wanted them to do about things.

Up until then neither he nor his wife had understood the impulse, just going with it and trusting their instinct, however, by the time that time of freedom ended, they understood it better. When the end came, both he and Narcissa had grown attached to the boy in a way. They just didn't understand in what way was all. In the end, they went with it, not telling anyone nor explaining it to their son. They just let the world think what they wanted about things.

When school resumed, he kept up his correspondence with Harry. As he knew how to protect himself and could use owls no one had seen, that was easy enough. It was during that year that he got to know Harry in a way he was sure no one ever had. The young man sensing, rightly, that he finally had someone that he could talk to about anything, poured a great many things on the parchments he sent to Lucius. From his end, Lucius, though dealing with things that he couldn't tell the young man yet, had helped the best he could. There was no way for him to go to Harry and help in person with some things, but he talked to him through those letters. By the end of the term, Lucius adored the days he saw the letters from Harry though many of them were filled with things he didn't know how to deal with, such as the situation with Black.

By the time both Harry and his son were on the train to return from Hogwarts that year, Lucius understood something else as well; Dumbledore had something more in mind for his young man than any of them thought. No, he didn't know what it was, but he was certain it was nothing good. However, the rub came in that he didn't know what to say to Harry, how to go about figuring it out, nothing. Instead, he decided to just tell the young man what he felt and what he thought it might relate to.

The following summer, the day after Harry had returned to Privet Drive, Lucius was there as he had been the summer before. That pull was there and he followed. By then, though, there was a great deal at stake. At the urging of Narcissa, he started taking a basket of food to the young man each day so he could eat properly. Of course he made sure it was something that could easily be hidden and the Dursley's wouldn't find out about. Harry, though happy to see him, was concerned about his godfather. As there was nothing Lucius could do about that, he told him to just let it play out. However, he had assured Harry that if the chance to prove Black's innocence arose, he would step in. He also began to reveal what he thought was going on with Dumbledore, the basics anyway. Harry, thought not liking it, didn't argue either, taking it and considering it, talking about some things Lucius didn't know. That shored up what Lucius was feeling about it, something he didn't like.

Knowing what was coming that summer and that Arthur Weasley had tickets, Lucius knew there were things that needed to be done quickly. With Narcissa's help, they had found the drawers that fit in one's trunk and spelled them so that owls wouldn't be needed to communicate. All one would need to do was drop the letter, package, whatever, into the drawer and it would immediately show up in the other one. This he and Harry both liked as it lessened the chance of an owl being intercepted. Not only that, the only ones that could use, or even open the drawers, were the two of them. Yes, it was perfect.

A week before the Quidditch match, Lucius finally had to reveal the one thing that he had been most frightened about. Choosing a day he knew the Dursley's would be gone, he had met up with Harry at the park. Unlike most times, Narcissa had come with him. Sitting there, the two of them made the same promise they had to the young man the year before; that they would never do anything that would put him in danger or cause him harm if they could at all help it. As Harry seemed to trust them, he had agreed. Though hard to do, Lucius then introduced the young man to the being that the world knew as Lord Voldemort.

During the first year at Hogwarts, at the end when trying to get the stone, after passing through Harry, Tom had changed. Something about Harry, and his soul, had set the being known at the Dark Lord back on the right path, driving him away from the madness that had been so prevalent. The Tom that came into the park that day was in possession of most of his soul, sane and contrite for all the pain that he had caused the young man sitting there, looking normal, like any other human being. Though Harry, who knew who he was because Lucius had told him and the pain in the scar, looked frightened, he didn't run. Instead, he had just stared at Lucius and Narcissa, a conflicted expression on his face. Though Lucius felt bad, knowing Harry probably thought he was being betrayed, he began to explain.

By the end of the day, Harry had relaxed. Tom had reabsorbed the horcrux in Harry's scar, though he couldn't take all of it. He had explained it was like a chocolate frog. Though you had eaten the frog, the box it had come in was still there. For Harry, that meant the horcrux was gone but things like his connection to Tom was still there and he could still talk to snakes. Tom, from his end, had promised that he would always protect and help Harry as a way to make up for what he had done to him. No, at the time, it wasn't a close, trusting relationship, but Harry had accepted it and agreed to give him the chance to make amends once he learned that though Tom wanted to change their world, he was no longer going for mass destruction or the death of Muggles or Muggle-borns.

After that, the rest of the week Tom had shown up with him to talk to Harry. Though uneasy about talking amiably to the being that had killed his parents, not to mention caused so much hell in his life, Harry had done so. As always, he was holding to his word and giving it a chance. As the week ended, his young man was a little easier around the being that everyone knew was the Dark Lord.

Once Harry had gone to the Weasley's, they had resumed their correspondence. At the Quidditch match, when the fools had put on masks and went after the Muggles, Lucius, once he knew his wife and son were safe, had gone looking for Harry. Finding the young man cut off from his friends, he had helped him find them. Harry, on his end, had been relieved that Lucius was not among those that were doing it, despite what Draco had insinuated when he had seen him. Lucius had explained that whoever was doing it were doing so without Tom's orders. After making sure that the young man was among his friends, though ensuring he wasn't seen doing so, he had to go. Tom was going to be angry over the debacle and things would have to be handled.

When school started, Harry had been excited about the tournament. Well, until his name came out of that goblet that was. That night, after having heard what happened from other sources, Lucius had received a panicked letter from Harry. Knowing Harry the way he did, he had known his young man hadn't put his name in the thing. Hearing that Dumbledore was trying to force him to compete, saying it was a magical contract, Harry wanted help getting out of it. He made it clear he didn't want to compete and hadn't put his name in it. Fearing that it was some kind of manipulation, he was panicked. Agreeing with the assessment, Lucius, with the help of Tom, had managed to get hold of Harry's solicitor and, between all of them, worked out what to do. However, that was the end of Harry being in step and trusting Dumbledore. He was done. He knew it was something big and wanted no part of it.

The following day, while the press was in a frenzy over Harry competing and Hogwarts having two champions, Harry's solicitor, Byron Suttworth, had gone to the Ministry and filed a formal protest over it. Though it took a couple weeks, the honorable Mr. Suttworth had managed to extract the young man from the tournament. The contract touted was invalid because Harry hadn't made it as he wasn't the one that had put his name in. As he was barred by the rules by being too young, he couldn't compete. Dumbledore, from what Lucius had heard, was upset by that but Harry was out of the whole thing and that's all that mattered.

After that, things died down for his young man and Lucius was more at ease with things. He heard about the things troubling Harry, such as the youngest Weasley being jealous and other things, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't help Harry deal with. However, there was one thing that did come up that Lucius had more problems with that he would ever have thought; jealousy.

As the Yule Ball approached, Harry talked about inviting someone. It was then he began to mention a girl he had a crush on. Since Draco had talked about similar things in letters home, Lucius had been amused by it, remembering such things during his time at school. However, that night while alone in bed, it had kept playing out and troubled him. Though he didn't know who this Cho Chang girl even was, he was starting to loathe her. The thought that Harry had a crush on her, even with him knowing that such things tended not to last, Lucius couldn't stop the wave of jealousy it caused. When, eventually, Harry wrote and told him Cho was going with Diggory then that he had found another date, one of the Patil twins, he couldn't remember which one, he had been relieved but there was still a hatred of anything to do with the Chang girl. It wasn't until sometime in the spring that he figured it out; he was falling for a fourteen year old boy, someone his son's age!

For a long time after that self admission, he was horrified with himself. Then came self-denial on the topic. Though he tried to convince himself that what he was doing with Harry had nothing to do with such things, that it was altruism and something because he liked the young man, nothing more, it hadn't worked. He tried, but it hadn't worked.

It was just before the end of the term, after the debacle with Barty Crouch, someone Tom hadn’t been in contact with, had come to pass, when Dumbledore announced to the world that the Dark Lord was back. He then mentioned that Harry had seen him, though not telling anyone that it was during the first year. Lucius, after a meeting with Tom to try to defuse everything, had gotten drunk. While drunk, he had talked to Narcissa. Of course, like most that over-imbibed, he had a loose tongue thus spilling what he was feeling. Looking back, he was surprised his wife hadn't hexed him for being a complete and utter idiot, let alone the fact that Harry was fourteen. However, she hadn't. She had said nothing as a matter of fact, just listened. The next day, after getting rid of his hangover, they had talked. Though concerned about Harry's age and the attraction, she asked why. That was something he couldn't answer because he, himself, hadn't known. As his wife had rekindled the relationship with Tom now that the madness was gone, she had talked to the Dark Lord about it. Of course, that led to him and Tom talking about it as well.

Lucius was vehement that nothing had happened and he wouldn't let it until Harry was of legal age, something Tom accepted when the talk happened. With a nod, Tom looked thoughtful. In the end, as Tom knew he didn't have a perversion for young teens, never had, preferring adult males, he had suggested something like magical compatibility. Maybe it had something to do with Harry and Lucius' magic being in sync in some way. Honestly, Lucius didn't know and wasn't even going to broach the subject with Harry any time soon. To even think of confessing something like that to the young man was something he couldn't handle. Harry trusted him by then, implicitly. No, he wouldn't ruin what was there over something he needed to get a handle on.

That summer was stressful. Harry was upset by what Dumbledore had done and how he was dragged into it. Because Lucius had paid attention to such things, he had pointed out how the Prophet was going after him. All that managed to do was disgust Harry, making him angry. There was also plenty of anger over Dumbledore doing what he had done. Harry was well aware that by announcing it with no proof, the old man had painted a large target on him. It was at that point Harry was starting to question a lot of things, especially when it came to the headmaster. Though Lucius wanted to add in all he saw about such things, he didn't. Instead, he just listened, only adding things he knew when Harry hit it right on the head.

Knowing what was happening at the Ministry plus the fact that Fudge was trying to put his fingers in things at Hogwarts, both he and Tom had done what they could to talk to Harry over that summer about ways to shield himself from the worst of the hell they knew was to come. While doing that, Lucius had tried everything he could that wouldn't look odd or out of character to get the moronic Minister to back off. That part hadn't worked, though. When the Dementor had shown up and Harry, alone by then, had to use the Patronus to drive it away, Lucius knew it was bad news that would only get worse.

Whisked away by Dumbledore to the Order's safe house, Lucius had to resort back to the letters to talk to Harry. Though he had managed to help some when it came to the young man being charged, he couldn't do as much as he would have liked and told Harry that. He was also less than pleased with other things the young man told him, such as Dumbledore avoiding him, what his friends had done and other things. However, since they couldn't meet face to face, all he could do was council Harry the best he could, trying to help the only way he knew how at that point, much to his consternation and frustration.

It was during that time that his longing for the young man began to grow. Though he had said nothing to Harry about how he was feeling, that didn't mean it went away. With the worry over how things were going, that want of it was growing. It was something that horrified him to no end. Every time he looked at Draco, he remembered Harry was the same age and felt sick with himself over it. It was during that time he actually did something he hadn't for a very long time; went to look for lovers to quell the attraction. Because he didn't want to embarrass his wife, he had never done so before, using contacts he had to do so on the sly with beings that would never reveal such a thing because they were in the same situation he was. Now, well, he, though discrete about it, did it. It didn't work. In fact, it made things worse because he felt as though he were cheating on Harry while doing that. Of course, that was ludicrous, but it didn't mean it stopped the feeling.

During the start of the school year, something Harry usually looked forward to, his young man began talking for the first time about hating it and wanting to leave. Though taking his and Tom's advice on how to stay out of the line of fire, Umbridge was making him a target for any little thing. Frustrated and angry, Harry sought advice, which Lucius and Tom, both, gave, but it didn't help. He was being singled out for harassment because of what the headmaster had said the year before. That made him angry.

The anger really hadn't surprised Lucius. Harry was a teenage boy. Teenage boys, as he knew well, had tempers they would show. He had, at some point, expected it. However, with what Harry was going through, it was worse. Honestly, he did believe when Harry started talking about wanting a way out that it wasn't just fueled by the anger. Tom and he, both, managed to talk Harry into staying. They would, they assured him, help if he finally got to the point of enough, but to try. While doing that, Lucius tried every trick he knew to smooth the way. None worked because Fudge had grown to love being the Minister too much and wasn't willing to tolerate someone who looked like they might want the job or prove he was bad at it. That left Lucius frustrated with little relief he could give to Harry. Nor did he know what he might do to change things from there on out.

Tom, up to that point, hadn't involved himself in the situation much other than giving advice. That changed, however, when the first mentioning of the blood quill came. Lucius had been furious that a dark object like that was being used on children in a school he was on the board of governors for. However, when it became apparent that Fudge had made it to where no one could do anything, he had gone to Tom. Concerned about that, knowing it was affecting more than Harry and with rumblings he was getting about how certain Slytherins were involved, Tom did the only thing he could and tried to work with a couple contacts he had in the school to get it to stop. Lucius, when he heard from Tom, not Harry, that Draco was involved in that little squad Umbridge ran, had bluntly told his son to resign. Though Draco had assured him he would, later on he found out that wasn't true. Both men, despite wanting to help, really couldn't do much. That frustrated Lucius to no end. However, he tried not to let that show to Harry in the letters. All he did was tell the young man he was trying and give the best advice he could.

It was during this rough period that things other than the issues at school began to crop up in Harry's letters. First, much to Lucius' consternation, Harry talked about Cho once more. When he heard that the young man was going to go on a date with her, he had been beside himself. It was Narcissa, when she heard what the issue was, after finished having a good chuckle, swatted him on the back of the head and told him to leave it be. Harry was young, after all, and all young people dated. It was rare for someone to only date the person they would later come to be with. Though not liking it, Lucius had said nothing, encouraging the young man to do so. Later, though, when he found how badly it had ended, he had been pleased. However, not wanting to feel that way again, he had vowed to do something. He just didn't know what. In the end, it was Harry, himself, who gave him the opening.

After coming back from the holiday break, Harry had been in good mood. After all, he got to spend time away from school and with his godfather. It wasn't until those damned lessons with Snape started that it took a turn downward again. The letter that prompted everything came after one of those.

It seemed that Snape, because he had decided he wasn't going to teach things right and just hammer at Harry's mind, had the young man in a panic. There were things in his mind none of them wanted Snape to see. Harry was doing his best to guard those and let Snape find the other things. Though Tom and Lucius had made it clear they didn't want any information that the young man had on Dumbledore, it was then Harry had to give up something; that Snape was a spy. He had worked it with Tom to tell if he promised not to hurt the man, something Tom had done, but it was now known, something Tom had to work around. After that, Lucius and Tom, too, had been worried what the Potions Master might see so they were trying to coach him how to do it. What brought it on was one of the lessons where Snape hit something Harry found appalling; that he was gay.

In one very long winded, rambling paragraph, Harry confessed to Lucius that he didn't like girls for anything other than friends because he was sure that Snape wouldn't keep it to himself and Lucius would find out so he wanted to be the one to tell him. The letter, itself, was a short one, mainly dealing with that. It ended right after that paragraph when Harry said that he would understand if Lucius didn't want to talk to him anymore because of it.

Rereading it a couple times, Lucius couldn't help but smile, thinking, for the first time, that there might be a chance for him. Picking up his quill, he quickly penned a reply though it was late at night. After all, he didn't want the young man to suffer needlessly. In that letter, he told Harry that he, too, liked women only for friends. Narcissa was his wife, yes, and the mother of his son, someone he did love with all his heart, but she had known going into the marriage that Lucius only had an attraction to men. Rather than wait and risk having his father make an arranged marriage for him, Lucius has chosen his best friend at school, Narcissa, to become his wife. She had always known where his attraction was and could accept it. After all, she would be able to have any lover she wanted, a name that was respected, money, a family, all of it out of the whole thing. Lucius got his father off his back and she was happy with a man that was her best friend, confidant, like a brother and who treated her the way she wanted to be treated. Draco was, indeed, his son, but his birth came about by the Wizarding version of artificial insemination. In fact, he told Harry, both of them were well acquainted with her long-term lover and the being she adored; Tom. He had accepted it long ago and gave his approval. He told the young man that he need not worry about losing him over something so trivial.

Though that was enough and he should have stopped there, Lucius didn't. Instead, he admitted to the attraction. He made it clear that it didn't start when they began talking, but it was there now. He told his young man that though he would like such a thing, their friendship and all that came with it wouldn't end if Harry wasn't interested. Before he could rethink doing it, Lucius sent the letter. Then, for the next hour, he second guessed what he had done and about drove himself insane from the ramifications that could come from it. However, he needn’t have worried.

Just as the clock was striking midnight and Lucius was about to go to bed, though he knew he wouldn't sleep, the reply came. With trepidation, Lucius had opened it. He was flooded with relief when Harry admitted there was an attraction. In a short sentence Lucius would remember as something that would change his life forever, Harry told him he would like to try to see what could come of it. Grinning from ear to ear for the first time in as long as he could remember, Lucius reread that line dozens of times before penning back that he would like that and they would discuss it over the summer. Feeling less like a pervert than he had previously, Lucius went to bed that night planning out things.

Over the next month or so, Tom and Lucius, both, became more worried about what went on in the castle. Fudge was making sure that things went his way. Though Dumbledore was there defusing as much as he could, both knew when the Weasley twins left because of it and Umbridge began to focus more on Harry, things were getting worse. Then there was Snape. As the lessons progressed, Harry expressed worry that the man was actually fishing for things. As Occlumency took time to learn and Harry was trying, this concerned the two more than anything else. Rather than try to coach him anymore, Tom finally told Harry to piss the man off enough to make him quit. That's what Harry had done with the pensive. Though relieved over it being done, Harry felt bad about what he had seen though Lucius told him not to. After all, it had to come about in some way and that had worked best.

Honestly, as bad as things had been in that castle for the last of the year, Lucius was relieved when the term ended and Harry hadn't walked like he had threatened to. Back on Privet Drive, the meetings once more picked up between the two of them. They were different though, more personal than they had been. The two of them were trying to get to know each other in another way. Lucius adored that. Harry, it seemed, was serious about trying and wanted it, not just having said what Lucius wanted to hear. It was a week after being home that the two had kissed for the first time. No, it wasn't a passionate thing, just a kiss. It pleased Lucius though and Harry seemed happy with it. That had been followed in the weeks to come by others that grew in passion. Lucius had vowed, both to himself and Harry, that nothing other than what they were doing would happen until Harry reached his sixteenth birthday and Harry consented. However, both of them knew that even when that milestone came, it probably wasn't going to take place. After all, they had no way of going off together. No, Lucius could wait. He would wait. Harry was worth it.

Around the middle part of July, both learned that Umbridge would be back. For the first time, Lucius realized Harry was serious about not wanting to go back in the fall. The hell he had gone through the year before had been enough for him and he wanted out. It was then that Tom stepped in and agreed to help with that end of things, understanding. They managed to talk the young man into going back but began to set things up to where if it came to it, they would get Harry out. Contingency plans were made, ways to do it talked about and things set up the best they could.

Finally, when Dumbledore saw fit to remove the young man from the hell of Privet Drive and take him to stay with Black, Lucius had been torn. He liked the fact that Harry would be happy with his godfather but missed seeing him. Up to that point, he had seen the being he now considered his young man every day and he missed him when it stopped. As close as they were growing, he longed for it to continue and grow from there. However, this was for the best.

Harry, as always, made sure he wrote every day. He talked about the mundane, of course, but they also discussed the growing relationship, going over things like what they liked to do, how they saw what was to come, interests, things like that. Lucius adored that. It wasn't how he would have chosen to go about it, but it worked for both of them.

Then school had started again...

Opening his eyes, Lucius stared into the darkened room, guilt curdling his stomach. By now, he was wondering what could have changed if he and Tom hadn't talked Harry into going back. At one point, he had proposed 'kidnapping' his young man from Privet Drive and spiriting him away as a means to get him out. Though Tom had considered the plan, he had vetoed it, saying it was best to let Harry go back, not needing the heat that something like that could bring. Lucius, of course, had understood why that was but now he was wondering if they shouldn't have done it. Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes and sighed. No, it wouldn't do to explore the what-ifs. That wouldn't help anything. Instead, he needed to focus on making this right. And making it right meant protecting Harry.

Glancing down at the young man that was still sleeping, he saw his brow was furrowed, beaded with sweat. Pressing tighter to Harry, Lucius nuzzled his head against the young man's then told him, though he knew he was sleeping, “I'm here, Harry. You know nothing can hurt you if I'm around.” Patting Harry on the waist where his hand was resting, he then told him, “And I will make sure you're safe. Never doubt that.”

Mumbling something incoherent in his sleep, Harry pressed back against Lucius then sighed, seeming to relax.

Shutting his eyes again, Lucius kept his head resting against Harry's. Directing his thoughts away from the dance in the past, he focused on planning what had to be done to get his young man asylum in France. That came first. It had to be done and he was going to ensure it was!

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