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To Have Not	By : MontanaDan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 22763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Thank you all for your patience and for the reviews. Hopefully, Chapter 6 won't take as long.

To Have Not

Chapter 5 - Living with Lucius

Harry left his room intent on exploring more of the manor. One of the things he really liked about the manor was its quiet solemnity. He could simply walk the halls and think without being distracted by intrusive paintings or ostentatious décor. Not that the house didn't have a sense of grandeur or its share of nosy paintings, it was just more like classic elegance.

There was still time before that 'thing' they were going to tonight. Harry wasn't sure what kind of function it was, but Lucius assured him that people he knew, including the Weasleys, had been invited and would be attending.

Draco had returned that morning from skiing somewhere on the Continent with the Parkinsons, so Harry assumed he was going too. Harry hoped his friends would be there. He missed them. Owls were fine, but it was not the same as bantering with Ron or listening to Sirius and Remus bicker, or even getting a lecture straight from Hermione's mouth.

Harry smiled at the thought. Hermione had Owled him the other day telling him that she wasn't able to make it to Hogwarts due to 'unforeseen circumstances,' which Harry interpreted to mean that she'd met someone 'special'. She had begun searching in the university library but it didn't have the dark reference texts that Hogwarts had. She assured Harry that she would absolutely be going back to the castle next Tuesday, and Harry, having identified a number of dark cursed items in the hallway outside his room, swore to her it would be fine. Especially since his head had been blessedly pain-free that week.

Lucius had been keeping Harry busy. He'd shown Harry the basics of the manor, all the rooms in use, and the grounds, reworking the wards as they progressed so that Harry could have access to any part of the estate he wished. It had been very intimidating at first and Harry hadn't even seen the whole house, but Lucius reassured him that Harry would get used to it.

The only thing that had notably changed was the touching. Unlike Severus, who had only touched Harry when they were alone or in bed, Lucius seemed to be the demonstrative type. He always had a guiding hand on Harry's arm, shoulder or lower back and the touch usually lingered longer than necessary. While Lucius never pressed Harry for any sort of sexual contact, the touches always left Harry feeling undeniably warm and tingly.

The guilt and confusion that Harry felt whenever Lucius� touch made his body react was beginning to fade. Harry knew he would have to accept the physical requirements of their contract sooner than later and he knew he was attracted to Lucius. The latter was obvious, even to Harry. Harry just hoped he could keep from thinking of Severus whenever they got around to the physical stuff.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry stopped mid-way down the corridor he turned into and looked around.

Where the hell was he?

************

Lucius adjusted his cuffs, admiring the look in the full-length mirror. Harry had settled into his new rooms and Lucius was pleased to note Harry didn�t grumble at having to attend a function so soon after his arrival. Lucius intended to keep the young man active so he would have no cause to mope about the Manor.

Harry had been taken with the horses, so Lucius had set up riding lessons. Harry had expressed an interest in changing his room, so Lucius had instructed him on simple alteration charms. Harry was worried about families hurt by the war so Lucius had set up a fund complete with benefactors and executors to distribute relief to those in need. Anything Harry wanted, Lucius made sure Harry knew that all he needed to do was ask.

In fact, tonight's function was a charity event for St. Mungo's. It was to raise money for curse research and to honor those responsible for new breakthroughs in the science of healing. Severus, as a recipient of one of those honorariums, was sure to be in attendance.

Lucius fully intended to show off his fiancé, dazzle said fiancé with his charm, and rub his new relationship in Severus� face.

The latter was purely selfish, he admitted. Severus� mask was almost as good as Harry�s but Lucius could see the blatant want in his eyes. Severus might not have actually wanted to let the young wizard go, Lucius considered. But it was too late. Lucius would spend the next six months doing everything in his power to prove Lucius was the best choice. He intended to give Harry everything he could ever think he might want, and especially, everything that Severus could not.

Harry was attracted to him, Lucius could tell. But Lucius could also see the struggle within Harry. Some sort of Gryffindor loyalty pulled at Harry. Harry just needed a couple of doses of Severus' nasty public demeanor to get over his guilt. Then Lucius could sway that devotion to a more deserving candidate - himself.

He would have to be watchful, however. Severus could be tricky. If he decided he wanted Harry back or if he didn�t want Lucius to have him � which was likely anyway � he�d no doubt try to interfere.

"Father?"

Lucius turned to the doorway where his son stood, looking impeccable in silks of muted colors. Quite suitable for the affair they should be leaving for. "Yes, Draco?"

Draco peered around the room as if expecting to find someone else with him. "Have you seen Pot- er, Harry?"

Lucius smirked. His son gave him undue credit at times.

"No, my dragon," Lucius admitted. "Did you try his rooms?" Harry�s rooms were just down the hall. They adjoined his own actually, but the door on Harry's side would only open to Harry's touch.

"Yes," Draco said with a frown. "There was no answer."

Lucius sighed and looked back into the mirror. "Seek, Harry," Lucius ordered the mirror. The mirror, one of the Malfoy treasures, was linked to the house and could show every inch of the manor as well as scan the vast number of halls.

The mirror clouded up and cleared, focusing on the far western wing near the portrait of Great-Uncle Horace. The Hall of Introspection. Lucius frowned wondering how in Merlin's name Harry had wandered all the way up there.

Harry leaned against a wall of the hallway, sighed heavily and sank to a seat on the floor.

Draco let out a bark of laughter. "Silly twit got lost," he muttered.

"Now Draco, be nice," Lucius admonished, collecting the remainder of his things for the night. "I�m told Mr. Potter lived in a near hovel compared to this. I�ve known quite a few people who have lost themselves in these halls." He raised a brow at his son. "One of your own friends included."

Draco looked abashed. "Sorry, Father," he said.

"I�ll meet you in the front hall," Lucius instructed as he swept out of his room to retrieve his fiancé.

As Lucius rounded the corner, he found Harry in the same dejected pose Lucius had seen in the mirror. Harry's arms rested on his bent knees as he twirled his wand within his fingers. Lucius approached and Harry looked up sharply, his hands tense and his grip on the wand tight. Harry relaxed when Lucius' identity was established.

Lucius would have to remember not to sneak up on the man.

Striding over to where Harry sat, Lucius leaned against the wall beside him. In one fluid motion he slid to a seat beside the younger man. Harry�s gaze flicked towards his with surprise, but he still hadn�t moved.

"Walden McNair, Gregory Goyle, my great uncle Andronicus, Robert Ogden and Albus Dumbledore," Lucius enumerated. "Although I�m quite sure the last was done quite purposefully."

Harry lifted his face to look at Lucius and raised a brow in question.

"Just several people who have found themselves lost in this manor," Lucius explained. Harry grinned shyly, looking away. "Poor Greg was lost for about six hours," Lucius recalled. "Of course it was about five and a half before anyone even noticed he was missing so�" he trailed off, looking back at Harry.

Harry let out a soft laugh and Lucius smiled.

"At least you're comfortable enough here to explore now," Lucius added.

Harry nodded, looking around the hall again. "I was just thinking, and then I turned around and�" He trailed off with a helpless gesture.

"This particular hall is 'conductive to thought'," Lucius explained. "If you wandered down it while deep in thought, it would invariably make your steps return to it." Lucius bumped his shoulder against the smaller man. "Remind me to show you the hallway by the south gate."

Harry turned his face to look up at Lucius and it took all of Lucius' resolve not to lean down and claim those full luscious lips. "Is it peaceful there as well?" Harry asked.

Lucius pulled his eyes away from the pink mouth and met an equally enticing green gaze. "Actually it is just the opposite."

A true smile graced those lips and Lucius cleared his throat.

"We really should be going," said Lucius, rising with grace. He reached out a hand and Harry took it and allowed Lucius to pull him up.

Lucius pulled a little harder than necessary, on purpose of course, and Harry ending up flush against Lucius� chest.

His arms wrapped around Harry to keep him from jerking away but the smaller man didn�t. The left buttock fit perfectly in Lucius' hand and the sent of cocamile invaded his senses. He nuzzled his face into the dark mass of hair behind Harry�s ear and was delighted as Harry�s head angled into the caress.

"I love the way your hair smells," he whispered into the ear, barely tracing his lips around the shell. Harry�s groan was silent but Lucius felt it rumble against his chest.

Harry�s mind might indeed be set against romantic entanglements but his body was far from adverse, Lucius noted with satisfaction. Harry was sensuality to the core and if the young wizard thought he could squash his own reactions to stimulation, then Lucius would be happy to give him a crash course in reality.

"Shall we go?" Lucius announced, pulling away and straightening Harry's robes. Lucius frowned as his gaze swept his betrothed. The robes were decent enough, but not nearly suitable for the Harry Potter. He would have to do something about Harry's wardrobe.

Flushed, Harry ran a hand through his unruly locks and nodded. Lucius offered his arm, which Harry took, and led them down towards the main hall.

******

Harry entered the double doors leading into the banquet hall at Lucius� side and swiftly put on his disgustingly cheerful smile on. He wasn�t exactly not cheerful but he was still pointedly disconcerted over his last encounter with Lucius.

It seemed that Lucius had been right and the body was a carp- a capri - a fickle thing, because no matter what Harry kept telling it, it didn�t seem to have the slightest problem with being thrown against a wall and physically manhandled. Not that it had happened, but his body had been ready and willing for it. His bloody body would have been more than pleased to be quite thoroughly fucked through said wall.

And Harry had the most disturbing feeling that Lucius had known it too.

Of course he knew it! He was probably setting you up for it.

Harry ignored the taunting voice and turned a smile, this time genuine, towards his friends who joined them.

"Harry," Hermione greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "And Mr. Malfoy, I�m glad-"

"Please, Miss Granger," Lucius interrupted, picking up her hand. He leaned over it with flourish and kissed her knuckles. "Call me Lucius."

Hermione flustered for a moment, then told Lucius he simply had to address her as Hermione. Ron stiffly shook his hand, cordially offering Lucius a �hello.�

"I�ll retrieve us some drinks, shall I, my dear?" said Lucius.

"Fine," Harry said with a nod as Lucius leaned down and kissed his cheek. He didn�t even have to try not to flinch anymore. Instead the pressure and the warmth from the kiss lingered on his face for a few moments after Lucius strolled away.

"My dear?" Ron echoed, in a teasing voice.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Don�t be a git, Ron," he said. "It�s a show, remember."

"I see you�re letting him touch you," Ron continued.

"Well I have to get used to it, don�t I?" Harry wondered why Ron's teasing about Lucius bothered him. It never bothered him before, when it was Sev-

"I think it�s cute," Hermione piped in, her eyes floating over the crowd to where Lucius stopped to talk with some people.

"Bet you�d jump at the chance to be �his dear,�" Ron teased.

Hermione grinned unrepentantly. "Who wouldn�t?" Her gaze drifted over the crowd. "I mean if you forget that he's done some horrible things and that he's a bigoted snob." She turned back to the men. "He is nice to look at."

Harry snorted.

Ron sighed. "Well I guess he is a sight better in looks than-"

"RON," Harry cut him off harshly, then lowered his voice. "Not here."

Ron glanced around. "Sorry," he muttered. "Anyway, you better not let - um - you-know-who see you kissing old Lucius."

Hermione giggled. "You know who?"

Ron grinned. "Yeah, well, Harry doesn�t like us to say his name."

Harry didn�t much care for the conversation although he could appreciate the irony of the whole thing. "And why not?" he asked.

"Well, you�re the one who always said how possessive he was," Ron explained. "He�ll likely have kittens if he sees Malfoy�s lips on you."

Harry sighed. "And weren�t you the one who kept reminding me that it was all a lie?"

Ron opened his mouth and closed it again. "Oh yeah," he murmured, but he seemed saddened by the reminder.

Hermione did too for that matter and Harry wished he could ask them what the problem was.

"So, how are your headaches?" Hermione asked.

Grateful for the subject change, Harry shrugged. "I haven�t had any bad ones since I left Sirius� place, but I have a few pieces handy if I need them."

His friends nodded and Harry asked, "Any luck with the research?"

Hermione shook her head. "I�m going the Hogwarts tomorrow so I�ll have a chance to check the library."

Harry nodded and replaced his mask as he saw Lucius returning with their drinks accompanied by several people. Graciously taking his glass from Lucius, he turned to the group of newcomers. Lucius introduced them; some dignitary and his wife and a prestigious alchemist. Theodore Nott and a young man named Grant Montgomery, who was apparently Theodore Nott's first cousin visiting from Australia, rounded out the party.

While Nott Senior was in Azkaban, Nott Jr. escaped sentencing because no one could prove he was involved in anyway with any Death Eater activity. Harry knew that many families had been torn apart by Voldemort and could assume that those led by Death Eater were just as susceptible.

"So you're really going to bond with Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Montgomery was saying.

Harry looked at the man. He appeared only slightly older than himself and he wore a friendly smile. Larger in statue than Nott, and broader - in fact almost muscle bound - compared to most, the man's features were attractive with light blue eyes and dark blond hair.

"That is my intention," Harry said and noticed the man's frown. "Why?"

Montgomery's eyes flicked around to the others who were involved in a different conversation. "He was a Death Eater," he informed Harry.

Harry almost choked on a sip of his drink. "I know that," Harry said with grin. "He's also the Death Eater who saved my life."

Montgomery was still frowning. "That's no reason to run off and marry him."

Harry sighed. "No, there are plenty of other reasons."

Montgomery nodded, considering Harry for a moment as he sipped at his drink. With a slight smile, he offered, "Well I hope you're very happy."

Harry offered a small smile in return. "Thanks."

After a moment, Montgomery grinned. "So what do you think of Puddlemere's chances this year?"

Relieved for the change of topic, Harry grinned back. The two men chatted comfortably about Quidditch until dinner was announced.

************

Harry leaned against the wall with sigh, relieved to have a moment alone. The outer room of the banquet hall was quiet with only a few people moving through it. The presentation of awards had been a lengthy exercise in boredom, but when Severus had been honored, Harry had been stricken with the most peculiar feelings; pride, longing and a strange sense of bitterness that he wasn't up at the head table sharing Severus' achievements with him.

Severus deserved the acclaim from his peers, Harry just wished that he had been there when Severus had received the notification, when Severus was fussing over what to wear, when Severus was grumbling about going in the first place.

He took a quick sip from his flask of headache potion and grimaced at the taste. Spying an abandoned cup on a small wall table, he quickly cleaned it with a spell and filled it with water from his wand.

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back. He wished he could wash the taste out of his mouth with something stronger, but knew it would detract from the potion's potency.

~~~~~

"Oh God, that's horrible," Harry muttered as he sputtered on the potion.

Severus chuckled softly. "You saw what went into it, Mr. Potter. Are you surprised?"

"Well, no, but damn," Harry paused to reach for his glass. Severus quickly grabbed his wrist and Harry looked up. "What?"

"You do want your headache to go away don't you?"

"Of course," Harry said.

"Then do not ingest anything other than water for at least 30 minutes after taking the potion."

"Thirty minutes?" Harry complained. Severus held up a cup and Harry took it, peering into it. He looked back up with an impudent grin. "Kiss me first."

"Highly amusing, Potter," Severus said with a smirk, but Harry wrapped his arms around Severus' waist and pushed up against him.

"Please," Harry whispered.

Severus muttered under his breath and Harry felt a tingling in his mouth just before Severus' lips met his own.

"Cheater," Harry said softly, leaning in for more.

"Indeed," Severus murmured before crushing his mouth back over Harry's.

Harry breathed in deeply, letting the scent of that new hair tonic Severus had been using envelop his senses as his tongue met and stroked against Severus'. Severus' grip tightened in Harry's hair and the arm around him tightened as Severus pulled him closer, their mouths clinging desperately together.

When Severus pulled his head back, Harry was panting.

"How's the headache?"

Harry licked his puffy lips. "What headache?"

Severus grinned knowingly and lowered his head again.

~~~~~

Harry frowned. The potion had worked fine until he'd started to feed off the Dark magic in things. Now it seemed a pale substitute.

"Feeling neglected?"

Harry jerked away from the wall.

Oh God. Not him. Not now.

Harry straightened and peered up at Severus. Severus' token sneer was in place and Harry met it with his finest mask � vague interest should do.

"Very neglected," he replied casually. "You know how I hate to be ignored. I may have to withhold sex for a week."

Harry just barely caught the flinch and the black brow went up. "You can abstain for a whole week?"

"Or at least until Lucius persuades me otherwise," Harry added, wondering what had possessed him to bring up sex, especially since he wasn't having any.

Jealous and possessive. You're testing him.

Was he?

"Yes. I�ll bet Lucius can be very persuasive."

Harry grinned. "You have no idea."

There was a moment of quiet as they regarded each other and Harry met the dark gaze unwaveringly.

His mask is still better than yours.

"So, are you enjoying this little fete?" Severus broke the silence. Was he trying to be chatty?

With a shrug, Harry said, "I do love a party. Especially in my honor. Which most of them are."

Severus� lip twitched, recognizing Harry�s sarcasm for what it was. Harry would give anything to see one of those true smiles. But then Severus ruined it by getting nasty.

"I do hope you're not too disappointed that this one isn't," he said. "I know how you hate to be left out."

Harry frowned. "Look, Professor," Harry said. "Save your sneers and your demeaning sarcasm for someone who can appreciate them. Excuse me."

Severus took a hold of his arm. "Harry."

Harry looked up, pulling his arm away.

"Are you happy?"

"Why?" Harry spat out, his anger getting the best of him. Severus could always do that to him. "What do you care?"

"I didn't have any intention of seeing you get hurt."

"You didn't?" Harry said, adding as much sarcasm to his tone as he could. "You could have fooled me."

"Listen-"

"No, you listen." Harry took an aggressive stance. "You almost destroyed me, Snape. I want to know why."

Severus sighed. "Because you�re a hero now."

Damn it. Severus just wasn't going to give. "So are you, damn it."

"You have your whole life ahead of you. You�re young, beautiful. You should be with people like you."

"Like me?" Harry almost choked on it. "Like me? The only person in this God-forsaken world �like me� is you. And you threw me out and said I was your duty, but at least I was a good fuck so it wasn�t a total loss."

Severus flinched. "Harry, you don�t need me anymore."

"Stop telling me what I need and what I want. How dare you presume to make those decisions for me. Haven�t I had enough of that when I was in school? I thought YOU were the only one who I could trust. Who would listen to me, to what I actually thought and felt."

"Harry-"

"You incredible bastard. I loved you and I thought you loved me too. And you made me hate you."

"Harry, I�m I-"

"What? You're what?" Harry waited but Severus was silent. "Goodbye, Professor Snape." Harry turned, about to make the best exit of his life, but he spotted Lucius approaching.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Harry sighed and looked up at his fiance. There was concern in his face as his gaze moved over Harry appraisingly.

"Why didn�t you tell me you had a headache?"

Harry wondered what had tipped him off. His head actually felt a bit better now. "You were busy with-"

"Harry, you know you are my primary concern," Lucius scolded gently. "If you are not feeling well, we will leave immediately."

Harry shrugged as Lucius turned to Severus. "Severus," Lucius said with a nod.

Severus returned the nod. "Lucius."

"Thank you for ensuring Harry's safety," Lucius said, taking Harry's hand and wrapping his arm around his own. "I will take over now." He looked down at Harry. "Come along, Harry. Let's get you home to bed."

Harry merely nodded and refused to look back at Severus as Lucius escorted him to retrieve their cloaks.

***************

Severus watched them walk out arm in arm and a pain started to build in his chest. He left the function immediately, despite the fact that he was an honoree and expected to remain. Barely inside his chambers, the pain turned to agony. He dropped to knees, clutching his chest as soul-destroying pain ripped through him.

Can you be more pathetic?

***************

"Congratulations on your honor, Professor."

Severus turned toward the voice. Granger was sitting at one of the tables close to the stacks. As the term hadn't started yet, Severus had thought he'd have the library to himself.

"Just couldn't stay away, could you, Miss Granger?" Severus said with a smirk.

The girl blushed. "Professor McGonagall said it would be alright if I-"

"Miss Granger," Severus interrupted with a sigh. "All of Hogwarts' alumni are permitted to utilize the facilities here when school is not in session."

"Oh," Granger murmured and blushed again. "I thought-"

"You assumed you were receiving preferential treatment?"

"Well, since I told her it was for Harry�"

That time the girl trailed off almost too suggestively. As if daring Severus to ask.

Oh, go on. You know you want to.

"And just what is Potter's ailment now?" Severus inquired, hoping the bored inflection was successful.

Granger however appeared thrilled that he had asked and launched into the harrowing account of Harry's scar feeding off Dark magic. She finished with, "We think he was cursed, or it was result of Harry's final struggle with Voldemort, but I can't find anything even similar to Harry's symptoms."

Severus slowly sank into a chair at the table.

Sweet Merlin. You've failed him.

They spoke briefly on the matter and Severus couldn't help but marvel over the girl's intellect and research skills. While Severus was relieved that it didn't sound serious, the fact that Dark magic was the medium used to aid disturbed him.

Severus assured Granger that he would conduct his own research and alert her to any pertinent findings. The girl thanked him profusely, looking relieved and somewhat proud, and likewise promised to inform him of any of her own theories.

It was only after he returned to the dungeons that Severus realized he'd forgotten to collect the tome he'd gone to the library to retrieve in the first place.

***************

Amazed that he had found it in the dark, Harry took a step into the library. The fire was burning very low but it managed to cast a dim glow over most of the room. Harry wasn't really worried about light. As long as he didn't trip over anything, he could find what he needed by sense.

He'd had another dream about Severus. The one that made him relive Severus' rejection on that horrible day, and he'd woken up to such pain, he knew he'd needed something strong.

He slowly walked the perimeter of the room holding his hand up, palm facing the shelves. His scar throbbed and Harry stopped. Letting the scar's reaction guide him, his hand followed a path to a shelf just above eye level. As soon as his fingers closed around the object, his scar twinged and Harry pulled on his magic.

Closing his eyes, he let the magic in and felt the pain become tingles. After a moment, the pain was gone and Harry let out his breath. Harry looked down at his hands to see what he had found and was somewhat surprised to see it was a simple matchbox. Well, maybe not simple, it did look like it was solid gold and there were intricate designs engraved and inlayed on its surface.

Who would curse a matchbox? Why would someone curse a matchbox? He opened the lid and found basic matches inside.

"Maybe the matches are enchanted to start an Eternal Flame." Harry smiled, hearing Hermione's voice speculate. He replaced the box and looked around. Hermione would love this room.

With a sigh, he made his way out, careful not to disturb anything. On his way to the stairs, his stomach growled. How long had it been since dinner? With the ache in his head gone, Harry decided he really could use a bite to eat.

Think you can find the kitchen?

Challenged now, Harry grinned and set off to find out.

**********

Lucius shook his head to clear it as the annoying buzz of the wards resounded in his brain. Damn Draco. Couldn�t he ever come home late at night � a glance at the clock � early in the morning, without setting off the cursed wards?

He sat up and glanced at the large full-length mirror across his bedroom.

"Locate breach," Lucius told it.

The mirror blurred then focused on the foyer in front of the Floo hearth. Draco was dusting himself off. He didn�t appear too far into his cups, Lucius observed. At least he hadn�t disgraced himself by falling out of the fireplace covered in soot.

"Sorry, Father," Draco muttered, knowing Lucius would have heard him come in. "I�ll just get a bite to eat," he looked up sharply as if he'd heard a noise, "or maybe you�re awake too."

Someone else was up? A small smile played on Lucius' lips.

"Seek, Harry," Lucius told the mirror as Draco moved down the hall towards the kitchen. A dim glow could be seen from within the room.

"My, my. What do we have here?" Draco voice was soft and definitely held a trace of intrigue.

"Enhance."

The mirror panned through the door into the kitchen. Harry stood in front of the open cold food container, scanning its contents. He was shirtless and loose cotton joggers hung off his hips. Merlin, he was an exquisite specimen of male beauty.

"Oh Merlin, Father, you�re a lucky man. He�s fucking gorgeous," Draco murmured.

Lucius smirked at his son�s somewhat crude yet all too accurate depiction of his future husband. Surely Draco didn�t think it was entirely a business arrangement.

"Last time I saw him like that he was covered in blood and bruises. How the hell did I miss that?"

"Sorry, my dragon. This one I don�t intend to share," Lucius murmured quietly, captivated by the tentatively graceful motions of the young man as he rummaged through the kitchen.

"Just what are you looking for?"

Harry spun around, startled. Damn Draco for interrupting such an innocently charming folly.

"Er, I�m not sure. I�m just hungry," Harry said.

Draco took a step further into the kitchen. "Did you think to ask the house elves? We do have a few left you know?"

Color suffused on Harry�s face and Lucius grimaced. He imagined the careful peace Draco and Harry had shattering at the mention of Dobby. He breathed a sigh of relief as Harry let it pass.

"No," Harry told Draco. "I didn't think of it. I�m really not used to living in such a large place�especially a wizard�s house."

Draco nodded. "I see. Frozzy," he called. The elf appeared with a puff of smoke.

"Yes, Master Draco. Oh my. Master Draco has a guest." The elf bowed deeply to the pair, and then looked up at Harry. "Oh, Frozzy is sorry, Master Harry. What can Frozzy get for Master Draco and Master Harry?"

"Um," Harry looked delightfully flustered. "Ice cream? Vanilla?"

"I�ll have some too," Draco said. "We'll have it here." He indicated the small table set in the nook.

Frozzy disappeared and returned with a tray.

"Late night? Harry asked as they both settled at the table across from each other.

"Mm, yes. I went clubbing with Greg."

"Lucky," Harry muttered. "What�s it like?"

"What?"

"Clubbing?"

"You�ve never been?"

Harry shook his head. "No time and no interest in being recognized."

Draco shrugged. "We go into Muggle London."

"Really? You?"

"Don�t be stupid, Potter. You don�t need magic to dance and drink. Muggles can do both as well as the average wizard."

"I guess," Harry agreed, digging into his bowl.

"I�ll have to see if my father will let us take you next time," Draco offered.

Harry looked up with hope. "Really? You'd take me with you?"

"Sure. Why not? Can you dance?"

Harry frowned. "Not really. The only time I ever tried was at the Yule Ball our four year."

Draco waved it off. "This is different dancing. Freestyle."

"It would be fun to see anyway," Harry said.

"There's a lot of touching though."

Harry sighed and returned his attention to his ice cream.

Studying the two, Lucius quickly made a decision. Grabbing his night robe, he Apparated down to the kitchens. His timing couldn't have been better.

Hesitantly, Draco said, "So, you and Father still haven�t�" He waved his spoon around suggestively.

Looking up, Harry laughed. "I've only been here a week."

"If you ask me, that shows remarkable restraint," Draco said.

"Meaning?"

Draco smirked. "Potter, my father is a healthy, attractive man. He has no reason to adhere to celibacy."

Harry shrugged. "There is no restriction on your father. He can have sex with anyone he wants. He could bring home as many men or women as he wants and I couldn�t say a word."

"Tsk, tsk, Draco. Whatever I do, or don't do with Mr. Potter is between Harry and myself, and I�ll thank you not to upset him with it."

Both boys startled as Lucius stepped up to the table.

"I'm not upset," Harry said, looking puzzled.

"My apologies, Father," Draco said, looking contrite.

"I�m sorry we woke you."

Lucius sent Harry a smile. "You didn�t, Harry. Draco did. Which he does every time he falls through the Floo at 2 am."

Draco shrugged, but Lucius didn't notice. He couldn�t drag his eyes away from Harry as he sat curled in the chair. All that delicious skin�

"Well, I think I�ll head on up," was all Draco said before he Apparated to his room.

Harry put his own bowl down and Lucius told him, "Just leave the dishes, the house elves will get them."

Harry nodded.

"Are you feeling alright?" Lucius asked. "It's unusual for you to be up so late."

"I had a headache," Harry said. He hesitated a moment then continued, "Er, but I took my potion so I'm fine. I was just hungry." Rising, he flushed. "I'm sorry we disturbed your sleep."

"Harry." Lucius stalled his exit with a light touch on his arm, relieved when Harry didn�t flinch away. Harry looked up at him, his expression serious but inquiring. Lucius reached a hand to his face and gently touched a cheek with his fingers.

"Do you really think I would bring partners home when you are here?"

"You have every right to," said Harry. "I would not force you to abstain." He looked puzzled again.

"Let me rephrase. Why would I look elsewhere, when I have in my home what I currently desire?"

Now Harry looked downright confused. It was almost as if he couldn�t understand the concept that Lucius desired him.

"You do know you are desirable?"

Harry shrugged. "I know what you want from me, Lucius. You will have your family honor back as well as the status you lost."

"That is what I want from the Boy Who Lived," Lucius said, dismissively. "Are you not aware of how beautiful you are, Harry?"

"I�ve heard that."

"But you don�t believe it?" Harry shrugged again and Lucius sighed. "Don�t ever doubt my judgement Harry. I have impeccable taste."

"All right. I can accept that."

Now Lucius was confused. "Accept what?"

"That you want this body."

Merlin, such sorrow. Just what had the bastard done to the boy? "Did you love him?"

"Who?"

"The one who made you feel unworthy."

"Who says I feel unworthy?"

"Don�t you?"

"No. I deserve everything I get."

Sweet Circe. "All right, Harry. We don�t have to talk about it."

"Thank you. I�d rather not think about it."

"Perhaps I can find something else for you to think about."

Lucius quickly lowered his head and claimed the Harry's lips with his own. With the experience of a lifetime, he tasted Harry�s mouth, engaging his tongue in a silken dance while he breathed in the tangy scent of his hair. His hand moved from Harry�s cheek to entwine in the soft black mass, holding his head steady as he explored Harry�s mouth.

Harry was yielding yet unresponsive so Lucius lifted his head, breaking their kiss. Green eyes fluttered open and at least they belied his enjoyment. A slow tentative hand rose to the back of Lucius� neck and pulled gently.

With a growl of approval, Lucius ravished the mouth again, not letting up until Harry was clinging to him. Pulling the young man against him with an arm around his waist, Lucius felt the firmness that matched his own between them.

Further encouraged, Lucius began to move his mouth across Harry�s face and down his jaw. His head fell back and Lucius took full advantage, kissing and tasting his way down the length of smooth throat. When he bit down, Harry groaned and melted into his chest, his hands clutching at Lucius� shoulders.

Triumphantly, Lucius held on and Apparated them both to his room.

*********

Not Severus. Not Severus.

Harry groaned as he felt a mattress press against the back of his legs. Pleasure was ricocheting throughout his body in waves. Fingers caressed his chest and lips, teeth and tongue moved over his face and jaw.

It's wrong.

Harry sucked in a deep breath and Lucius stilled before him. Cautiously, Harry opened his eyes. Lucius stared down at him, looking ravenous and barely restrained.

"Harry?" Lucius whispered. "What do you want? I'll stop if you want me to."

Harry blinked up at Lucius, memories made fresh from his dream returning.

"This isn't about you, Potter. Everything isn't about you."

"S-severus-"

"I'm finished," Severus spat. "I've had enough. I want my life back."

Harry stared back at him. "I don't believe you."

"Didn't you hear me, Potter? I don't care what you believe. We're through. I'm done with you. Have a nice life. Goodbye Potter."

"I-" Harry choked. Those hands hadn't stopped moving over his body and his body was arching and straining toward every touch. His skin was alight with sensation, and desire coursed hotly through his veins. He didn't care who it was - or wasn't. He wanted to touch. Be touched.

He reached up, his fingers grasping in long strands of silken hair as his hips arched up into contact. Pulling Lucius' head closer, he murmured, "I want you."

Harry vaguely saw a smile before Lucius' lips crushed his own. Before he knew it, he felt his pants being pulled off, then skin on skin.

Oh, God. It had been so long.

**************

Severus could only concentrate on breathing. Ever since the award banquet, he kept having the most disturbing images of Lucius seducing Harry.

You can't sit by and watch the man you love throw his life away.

Severus rolled over, smashing a fist into his pillow. Bloody Lucius and his golden hair and perfect body.

Harry is yours.

Lucius didn't deserve Harry.

You don't want to see him with anyone else. You don't even want to think of him with anyone else. The thought of anyone else touching his young supple skin, running their fingers through his silken hair, just reminds you that he is yours.

But Severus did see him with someone else. It was too late.

It's not too late!

He hates me now. He said so.

You didn't want to let him go. He'll understand. He always understands. It's what he does. You can make him love you again.

How?

Talk to him. Tell him how you feel, why you did what you did.

Severus almost snorted at his own thought. He had tried doing the noble thing, the Gryffindor thing, and that had certainly failed empirically. Now his overzealous inner voice wanted him to act like a Hufflepuff? Not bloody likely.

Severus was a Slytherin. If, and if was the operative word, he could win Harry back, it would be by being himself. That was what made Harry care in the first place.

First sensible thought you've had in ages.

But he needed a plan. And Lucius would have to be removed from the picture.

Most certainly. Lucius has to go.

Those headaches of his. They were the way in.

Good idea.

Severus would have to find out precisely what happened when Harry killed the Dark Lord. Rolling over, Severus tried to sleep. But despite having a plan worthy of Salazar Slytherin himself, Severus could not remember a time when his bed felt so cold and empty as it did tonight.

As he finally fell in to a restless sleep, he could only hope that Harry was having the same problem.

He could not have been more wrong.
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