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Chapter Forty-Two�The
Language of Force

�� Draco. It is a pleasure to see you again.�

�� Lucius�s
voice was soft and pleasant as he stepped into the room at the back of Pansy�s
house, bowing to Pansy as he passed her. He never took his eyes from Draco,
though. Draco had taken a seat near the window so that the dazzle of sunlight
around his face and hair would somewhat blind his father; Lucius never once
blinked as he gazed at him, however. Instead, a suspicious look of contentment
took over his features.

�� He thinks he has me trapped. Draco
stared back stoically, as though he were at a meeting with an investor who had
shown interest in Malfoy�s Machineries but no innovative ideas and no money as
yet. That may be an advantage, if I can
play the man who suspects the trap is closing in but cannot see the jaws.

�� It wasn�t a
pleasure for him to remember that he might very well be that man, since he
still had no idea what the spell Lucius had cast on him really was. But he
would not show that, either. He had his own set and system of masks and the
proper emotions to show at the correct times, though it was not as extensive as
Harry�s.

�� Father,�
he said, after a moment of silence to make it seem as if he were having an
internal debate about the necessity of addressing Lucius by that title.

�� I have hopes
that you will call me that without prompting by the time we are done here,�
said Lucius, and took the chair across from Draco�s, which was just as
comfortable and padded as his own. Draco hid his snarl. Pansy had changed the
enchantments on her chairs, then. It was only a fitting vengeance for Draco�s
having volunteered her home for this meeting without telling her, but it still
irritated him, a distraction at a moment when he could afford none of them. �After
all, a father wants what�s best for his son. And I have gone to some lengths to
get what is best for you.�

�� Draco
waited, his hands folded in his lap. Lucius�s expression cooled only a little
when he realized Draco was waiting for him to speak. Behind Lucius, Pansy shut
the door softly. Draco thought her wise not to stay for this conversation.

�� Lucius wore
fine dark green robes that Draco had seen him in when he was meeting with
someone he respected, a powerful political rival or a pure-blood wizard who had
stayed true to the traditions of their social circles. Lucius knew he knew the
significance of those robes, which rendered the gesture both genuine and a
manipulation. How many more layers of games there might be under that surface
one, Draco did not yet know.

�� But that
did not mean he had to succumb to worry. He had already won the first gambit.
Lucius spoke.

�� The terms
of my offer are the same as that which I gave you yesterday,� he said. �A year
of public approval of your liaison with Potter, a year to do as you please.
Then you will be married to Alice Moonstone.�

�� A year in
freedom in exchange for the rest of my life in slavery,� Draco said. �Yes, I
could see why you would think that a fair bargain.�

�� He watched
his father intently. Depending on his response to Draco�s statement, Draco
could judge more accurately how dangerous a foe he was right now, how high his
confidence level was. Would he accept that Draco was speaking melodramatically?
Or would he decide Draco was being a bit sarcastic but was ultimately
persuadable?�

�� A year in
freedom,� said Lucius, �without obligation, without responsibility. I will
support you and your liaison, as I said. That includes in money matters. Buy
Potter as many expensive gifts as you like, and know that I am paying for
it�though since you stand to inherit the Malfoy vaults, I hope you will
consider that money as your own, and have more regard for it than my offer
implies.�

�� I stand to
inherit the Malfoy vaults?� Draco let his voice rise high with surprise, whilst
he worked furiously to bury his disappointment. If his father had decided to
reinstate him as the Malfoy heir, then several of the things he and Harry had
achieved had come to nothing.

�� When you
agree to this bargain,� Lucius said, just a touch too quickly. �But of course
you should. There is no reason for you not to. Where else will you find someone
willing to indulge you, Draco? A father who loves his son alone can do so, and
Potter has no parents to do something like this for him.�

�� And what
about public attacks?� Draco demanded. �I can�t see that our lives would change
much even if I accepted your offer. I have enough money to support Harry in
luxury if I like.� He noticed that his father had winced. Ah. He doesn�t like to think I might do that. That would make Harry my
kept lover. If he pays for it, and knows
that he�s paying for Harry to have sex with me for a limited period of time,
then he can think of him as a whore.

�� I will use
all my considerable assets to shield you from such attacks,� Lucius said, and
his face was solemn. �Do you imagine it has been easy for me to read newspaper
articles that call my son disgusting names? Of course reporters must stay away
from you when you are the Malfoy heir again. If they are incapable of
understanding and respecting the terms of our bargain, then I will make sure
simpler terms are spelled out to them.�

�� Draco
suffered a moment�s regret. He wished there was a way he could accept this
offer and then defraud Lucius at the end. It would be pleasant to have a year
to work with Harry, to coax him past the instinctive use of masks and into a
more healthy course of wielding them as weapons, and to know that no one in the
Daily Prophet would write a nasty
word about them whilst he was doing so.

�� But it was
impossible, what with the rebellion and Harry�s morals, and Draco told himself
he knew that. It was only the most Slytherin part of him that regretted the
loss.

�� And what
comes after the bargain?� he asked. �You�ve offered me a very pretty honey-dipped
pearl, but what happens when the oyster shell closes on me?�

�� Lucius
blinked. Draco had chosen the metaphor on purpose to confuse him; it was one
that Blaise had used more than once, and it had thrown Draco the first time he
heard it. But Lucius sat up after a moment, with a slight shake of his head,
and smiled at Draco as if they were only friends who had had a quarrel.

�� His confidence is high. This spell must be
strong. But so far Draco had felt nothing unusual, no headaches, changes in
his vision, or sudden and unexplained desires, the most common symptoms of the
lust spells he and Harry had studied.

�� After
that, you marry Alice and live in happy, healthy marriage with her,� Lucius
said. �I will make sure that the Daily
Prophet also provides favorable coverage of the wedding and is polite to
Potter when they speculate why you let him go. I will expect at least one child
from the marriage, of course, to continue the Malfoy line, and that you keep
your wife free of disease. However, you may take male lovers in secret, if that
is necessary to content you.�

�� And what
about Harry?� Draco asked.

�� Lucius
shook his head. �Neither I nor anyone connected to me will make a move against
him, insofar as that is possible to promise. Of course, if Mr. Potter does
insist on thrusting himself into politics concerning pure-blood laws and sexual
morality, I cannot answer for what an offended parent might do.�

�� You
misunderstand me,� Draco said. He watched his father until he felt as if his
entire world hung on Lucius�s breathing, the widening of his eyes, the way his
fingernails gleamed on the hand that lay in his lap. �Would I be free to take
Harry as a lover during my marriage?�

�� I think
that question a wrongheaded one, Draco,� Lucius said softly. �You are still
thinking of what you would be required to give up with this arrangement, not
what you would gain. So, no, I would not allow Mr. Potter back into your bed.
Only a god like Janus can look backwards and forwards without pain. It would be
best if you were to look to the future. Tell me, do you know what you would
like to name your son?�

�� Did you
think I would agree to this?� Draco asked.

�� Frankly,
yes, I did,� said Lucius. �I chose carefully for that reason. Otherwise, I
might have chosen Marigold Moonstone, who is more beautiful and magically
powerful than her sister. That would be my choice if I cared only about
breeding bloodlines and not about your opinion. But I know that it will take a
unique woman to compete with Mr. Potter in your esteem, and Alice has recently
shown me she is most remarkable. Will you meet her? She is waiting nearby, and
will come at my call.�

�� Draco
scrutinized Lucius more carefully than ever. He still showed that intense
confidence, but no more than he had before, truly. And he had become a bit more
subdued since Draco had mentioned taking Harry as a lover whilst married. No
effects of the spell were showing up, either.

�� To make the
understanding with his father plain which he had come here intending to
establish, he would have to force Lucius�s hand.

�� By all
means,� he said. �Let her be escorted in.�

�� Lucius
raised his wand, smiling. Draco tensed. But Lucius, with simple, exaggerated
movements, cast a bright flare of red sparks that streaked out the window of
the back room, and then settled back to put his wand on the floor and bare his
hands, open-palmed.

�� Draco
braced himself to wait as well, muscles poised to move in any direction in an
instant.

*

�� You can�t
be certain Mr. Malfoy was casting a spell on�on Draco, though,� Alice said. She
stumbled frequently on Draco�s name, as if she wanted to address him as �Mr.
Malfoy� as well. Right now she faced Harry with her eyes as hard as dragon
scales and a faint, contemptuous smile curving the corners of her mouth.
�You�ve said that you can�t find a spell matching its description. And the only
testimony for the existence of those gestures at the party is your own. Why
should I believe you? Why shouldn�t I believe that you�re doing�Draco�s work
instead, trying to discourage me from the marriage?�

�� Harry
smiled at her. He admired her stubbornness despite the trouble it was costing
him at the moment. If she had given in credulously when he first explained the
gestures of the spell, he would have thought her either playing a game of her
own or less than the pure-blood witch with an eye on future comfort she
pretended to be.

�� I know Harry
Potter,� he said. �You have heard that he went about in disguise as Brian
Montgomery at first?�

�� Alice
nodded. �I still don�t know why�Draco would let him do that,� she said. �If he
was taking the risk of being cast out of society, then Potter should have run
the same risk.�

�� She�s half on our side already, although she
doesn�t know it. She values fairness, and equality between partners. Certainly
she would want someone who stood a chance of desiring her for herself, rather
than through magic. �He should have,� Harry said, with a small nod. He
tamed the wider smile he wanted to give her then. Gerald�s features were not made
for such sentimental gestures. �But Mr. Malfoy not only forgave him for that
deception, he came to love him the more for it.�

�� Alice
frowned. �Why?�

�� He values
a cunning partner,� said Harry. �Someone who can create a plan and then spin it
so that it works out for him. True, Potter gave that up when he appeared in
public at his side, but his plan before that was working perfectly. No one had
connected Montgomery with Potter� � �his
voice as he told the lie was steady, of course ��and yet everyone knew that Mr.
Malfoy had a boyfriend, as he had desired. That was what allowed Mr. Malfoy to
be content. He loves the methods Potter uses; he loves that he can act like a
Slytherin, to use the most banal metaphor, or a Gryffindor at will. He admires
a cleverness on par with his own and a mind that forces him to leap like a
horse on a chase. Could you offer him that? Without such qualities, he will
never respect you. And even if he does marry you because of the spell, he will
know in time that it was his father and not you who chose that method of
bringing him to the wedding bed. I think he would despise you for letting
someone else do your hunting and catching.�

�� Alice
blinked repeatedly. Harry didn�t blame her. The argument he had just used was a
load of bollocks for the most part, but it sounded
good. And if it allowed Alice a graceful out�she didn�t want to marry a man
she knew would despise her�well, that was all to the good. Harry wasn�t in
favor of embarrassing his allies or threatening them unless he had no other
choice.

�� Why would
he tell you so much?� she asked at last, studying him with one eye whilst she
turned her head away, as if that would somehow shield her doubting face from
him. �You�re only a bodyguard.�

�� I�m close
friends with Potter, not Malfoy,� said Harry, delighting in the mixture of lies
and truth, and in the wavering of Alice�s expression into reluctant belief. �He
told me so much because he knew I wouldn�t understand why he was dating Malfoy
openly without it.� Harry shrugged, in Gerald�s heavy manner that was more like
a resettling of his shoulders into a good attack position. �One reason Mr.
Malfoy could trust me is my tie to Potter. He knows I won�t let anything happen
to someone a friend values.�

�� Alice bowed
her head for long moments. Then she looked back up. �I�m still not entirely
sure I trust you,� she said.

�� Harry
casually shifted his balance so he could reach his wand if she should pull out
hers.

�� But on the
other hand, there�s not much reason to tell a story like this if it�s a lie,�
she added, shaking her head. �Draco could simply refuse to marry me, and that
would settle things. If he�s not certain,
however, and still wanted me to know�well, that was gentlemanly behavior.�

�� He doesn�t
actually know you�re here,� said Harry. �I�m the one who thinks you deserve
better than to be tricked into marriage.�

�� Would he
care, if he knew I could be a victim?� A flush touched Alice�s cheeks that made
Harry think she might not be so indifferent to Draco�s looks, wealth, and
reputation as she had tried to be.

�� He
swallowed a gulp of jealousy as tart as pickles. There was no way someone like
Alice could threaten his hold over Draco�s heart, particularly when she was a
part of Lucius�s plot to control his son.

�� I don�t
know for certain,� Harry said, and once again smiled slowly and tried to avoid
letting it grow out of control for Gerald�s face. �The point is, I care. And I was hired to protect Mr.
Malfoy from his father�s magic as well as any attempt made to physically harm
him.�

�� And you�re
out here instead of in the house with him?� Alice looked up at the window above
them.

�� He�ll let
me know if he needs me. If a real chance for reconciliation comes, he�d want to
take it.�

�� Alice
opened her mouth to say something else, but just then a fountain of red sparks
struck out through the window. Harry looked up alertly, but relaxed after a
moment, certain that the sparks were not the brilliant blue he and Draco had
agreed on for a distress signal. Alice whistled under her breath and shifted
her feet anxiously.

�� Harry
understood. �That�s the signal Lucius Malfoy was going to use to summon you,
isn�t it.�

�� Alice
nodded in some distraction. �But now I don�t know if I want to go to him,� she
said. �There are at least some questions I�d like to ask. For example, he was
very insistent on my accompanying him today. He said it was simply so�Draco could
meet his future bride, but we could meet later, and it wouldn�t violate any
formal requirement of the marriage ceremony. He looked as if he�d have an apoplectic
fit if I refused.�

�� Harry let
his stare orient on her until she shifted uneasily. She would expect that behavior
from a bodyguard like Gerald, and Harry would have had to fight harder than it
was worth to prevent himself from doing it now.

�� He would
have wagered the secret of Metamorphosis that the spell Lucius had used would
be triggered when Draco saw Alice. And that meant she had to stay here in the
gardens, even if he had to bind her.

�� He might
be up there musing to himself on his cleverness,� said Harry. �He won�t be
alarmed yet that you haven�t appeared. What can he think of you as but a pawn?
You�re not a person to him, not the future Mrs. Malfoy or his daughter-in-law.
You�re another rein for his son�s neck. Is that really all you want to be?�

�� Alice�s
face darkened. Then she said. �If there�s the slightest chance you are speaking
the truth, then I will not go to him.�

�� Perhaps
there is not,� Harry said, allowing doubt to leak into his voice. �Perhaps you should��

�� No.� Alice
stood tall and folded her arms, taking several steps away from the window. �You
may go up, if you will, and inform Mr. Malfoy that I no longer plan to comply
with his every wish. If he wishes to make me an honest marriage offer for his son, he may send me a vial of his
memories of the night of the party, including the moments when they confronted
each other. Only then will I be disposed to accept Draco.� She said the name
without hesitation now, Harry noted with approval. �In the meantime, I do wish
your friend Mr. Potter the best. I would not want to be treated as second-best
in his place, and I will not be treated as second-best by a Malfoy man who is
really in love with him.�

��

�� She spun on
her heel and walked away, robes rustling around her, until she reached the
place where Pansy�s anti-Apparition wards ran out. Then she vanished without a
glance at the house. Harry grinned and began to walk back in, flicking his wand
several times as he went. The next part of the plan was unfolding in his mind,
so smoothly that he barely had to think about it to know what he should do.

*

�� As the
moments went by and no Alice Moonstone appeared, Draco watched his father�s confidence
disintegrate.

�� It started
with a glance at the window, so swift Draco could have believed his father was
looking in that direction by coincidence, if he were stupid. Then Lucius fisted
his fingers briefly in the material of his robe. Then he let his nostrils
flare, and his cheeks lost all color for one moment, before he summoned it back
again. Something unexpected had gone wrong, and his father was trying to decide
how to deal with it in front of a son he knew would notice the smallest slip.

�� Where is
she?� Draco asked at last, and salted his voice with impatience. �When you said
that she was the perfect bride for me, I did think punctuality would be among
her virtues.�

�� Lucius
opened his mouth to answer. Draco leaned forwards to convey his sincere
interest.

�� Footsteps
sounded in the corridor outside. Draco looked up expectantly. They were too
heavy for a woman as young and slender as he remembered Alice Moonstone being.
Perhaps Pansy had decided to interfere after all.

�� Instead,
Harry, wearing his own face, stepped into the room and fixed Lucius with a
stern glare.

�� Draco promptly
bit his lip so he wouldn�t chuckle aloud and sank back into his chair. His
father and Harry were engaged in a silent staring contest, so neither of them
noticed his lack of contributions to the conversation for the moment. Then he
cleared his throat and said, �Why are you here, Harry? Where�s Gerald?�

�� He
contacted me,� Harry said, �when he discovered someone unexpected lurking in
the garden.� He kicked the door shut with one foot, never taking his eyes off
Lucius. Draco didn�t miss the way Lucius�s hand twitched towards his wand.

�� That would
be Alice, I think,� Draco said. �But what did she do to convince him she was so
threatening?�

�� Her presence
was enough,� Harry said, �for a cautious man like Gerald.� He sauntered a step
closer to Lucius, and now a smile Draco had never seen before was narrowing his
mouth and his eyes. He looked like a vampire about to bare its fangs. �He
summoned me, and together we questioned Alice as to what she knew and suspected
about your father�s sudden offer to meet with you. I commend you, Mr. Malfoy.�
His voice dipped and became so soft that Draco had trouble hearing it. The room
was turning hazy, as though heat shimmers had somehow manifested without the
necessary heat. �You did indeed choose an intelligent woman for your son�s
bride. But you shouldn�t have given her occasion to turn her intelligence
against you. She was able, on hearing the description of the curse you cast on
Draco, to tell us what it was, and that it would become active on Draco�s
seeing her.�

�� Lucius
actually swayed in his seat. Draco blinked. Of course, perhaps it was Harry�s
building magic, whirling closer and closer to Lucius like the shadows of invisible
dancers, rather than his words.

�� You have
not listened,� Harry said. �We�ve given you multiple chances to understand, to
forgive, to change your mind and realize what sort of world you�re living in�a world
where your prejudices no longer hold any power. I should have remembered.
Wizards like you only understand one language: that of force.� He took a step
closer, and his eyes were more brilliant than Draco had known was possible;
Draco couldn�t look away from them. The shadows closed in as Harry said, in a
voice that shook the walls, �Lucius Malfoy, I command you to cease to exist.�

�� The shadows
bent inwards, joining at the corners like reflections of light stirred from a
pool of water, and Lucius�s body wavered as if it would collapse inwards to
join them. He screamed as Draco had never heard him scream before, a sound of
pain and panic, and then the shadows were gone and Harry was standing above Lucius,
his hand fisted in the cloth at his throat, dragging him out of the chair.
Draco hastily stared at his father, but at least from one quick scan, he couldn�t
tell that Lucius was missing any of his body parts.

�� We know
you�re behind Counterstrike,� Harry said. �We know you�re responsible for
nearly killing your son through funding their madness. We know you oppose us. I�ve
spared you for the moment because it�s possible that Draco might retain one crumb of affection for you. Though I doubt it.

�� But you
felt what I can do. If you do not withdraw your support from Counterstrike and
cease troubling Draco and me, then I will make that happen. Permanently. You�ll
be nothing more than memories. Your grieving widow won�t have an ash to bury.�

�� He threw
Lucius back into the chair; Draco wouldn�t be surprised if he�d used magic to
strengthen his arm muscles. Lucius bowed his head with a motion of dejection
and submission that was painful to watch.

�� Harry caught
his eye. Draco stood and strode across the room to him, pausing only to say, �I�ll
write,� before he followed Harry.

�� As they
came down the stairs, Harry put a casual hand on the banister�to support
himself through the wash of magical exhaustion, Draco knew. He rested a hand on
his shoulder and leaned nearer to whisper, �Did that really��

�� No.� Harry
grinned a little and turned his head so Draco could see one eye peeking out
from beneath his fringe. �When have you known me to use reality when I could
use illusion? It was a complicated glamour to make him think he was breaking apart, separating his thoughts from one
another and making various parts of his body invisible.�

�� Draco
nodded. �I knew that, of course,� he said.

�� Harry let
the obvious lie pass. �But the spell he cast did seem to be tied to Alice�s
appearance,� he said. �With that, we should be able to figure out which one it
was and reverse it. We looked under lust spells. I think that was the wrong course.
We should research enslavement spells.�

�� Draco
shuddered in revulsion and walked faster. �You did your job as a bodyguard very
well,� he said.

�� Harry
chuckled. �Of course,� he said. �Within certain well-defined limits, I would
challenge anyone to stand up to me.�

�� Draco eyed
him sideways, a complicated combination of admiration, pity, lust, longing, and
pride rising in him. I do not think I
could love you if you were not what you are. All of it.

*

�� Lunatic
with a hero complex: You were right about Lucius counting his chickens too
early, although the reason was more sinister than usual. I�m glad you like
Alice.

�� SoftObsidian74:
Yeah, Alice is capable of thinking her own thoughts; it�s just that so far she
really has no reason to distrust Lucius.

�� Harry and
Draco�s fight is coming next chapter. It�s better they have it out now rather
than let it build up.

�� Mangacat:
The plots of the two fics have gotten closer together than I�d like. Hopefully
the latest chapters of each should separate them a bit.

�� Anon: Thank
you!

�� SP777:
While I�d like to write more fun fics, I find humor harder to do than drama or
angst, and I don�t want it to come out forced or slapstick.

�� FallenAngel1129:
Hopefully you like the end of this chapter better.

�� Thrnbrooke:
Thanks for reviewing!

Karen: Thank you! I hope to keep up
this update rate until the end of the story.

�� Yume111: I�m
very glad the narrative works so well for you, and that the way Harry lost
himself to guilt and regret appears real.

�� Draco hasn�t
told everything about himself to Harry yet (for example, the way he plans to
use Harry�s talents in the future). But I imagine he�d do so much more easily
now that he knows he has all of Harry. He was worried about Harry gaining an
advantage over him because of Harry�s superior skills in lying; now that he
knows Harry really has no motivation to do that, he�ll be calmer about that.

�� Harry might
have been able to appeal to Kingsley on friendship and reason alone; the
problem was that he couldn�t be sure of
that, and it might have taken time he didn�t have. So he went for the solution
he was sure would work.

�� Draco is
mostly trying to get at Lucius with that joke about his surname, yes.

�� Nusante was
invested in the vision of Harry as the ultimate hero. That�s the part that he�s
really resistant to losing, the smashing of that idol.

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