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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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Chapter 6

Harry's hands frantically clutched the headboard, his back bowed, his legs held firmly in the air as the thrusts became stronger, deeper. Another brush against his prostrate and�

"Not yet," the dark voice whispered as an iron grip seized the base of his erection, forestalling his climax.

"Please," Harry rasped. "God, please."

Awash with sensations, Harry's body shook from the pleasure and frustration. The pounding began in earnest in response to his pleads, the only other sounds in the room their panting and the slapping of slick skin.

"I'm dying," Harry rasped. "Please, I need to come."

Harry felt a chuckle against the skin of his neck before firm lips trailed up his jaw to his mouth. The kiss seared him at the same time as the fingers moved on his cock to stroke it in time with pulsing thrusts inside him.

"Harry," the deep voice said, thick with passion. It pushed him closer to the edge. "Come for me."

The electric tones coated with raw desire squeezed his heart as the fingers squeezed his cock and sent Harry over the precipice into the realms of oblivion. His cry of fulfillment was lost in the kiss that united them both in climax.

As his legs were gently lowered to the mattress, Harry stretched lanquidly and sighed. "Well that was pretty bloody brilliant," he murmured.

Severus snorted as he settled down beside Harry, wrapping an arm firmly around him to hold him close. "We must work on your descriptive adjectives."

"Sorry if my communication skills are not up to your caliber. I'm sure you were born with a thousand word vocabulary," Harry retorted, finding a comfortable spot on Severus' chest. "I'll bet your first word was 'impertinent' or 'insufferable' or something equally insulting."

"Brat," Severus muttered. "My first word was 'no' if you must know."

Harry snorted, wrapping himself around Severus' warmth. "Well there you go, incompatible even then."

Severus chuckled. "Incompatible? I see our association is having a marked influence after all."

Harry ignored the jibe more interested in laying soft kisses around the nipple closest to his mouth. "I do know a few words with more than one syllable," he said, mouthing the words around the pebbled nub.

Severus sighed, enjoying the ministrations. "And what was yours?"

"My what?"

"First word?"

Harry shrugged, moving his mouth over to the other nipple. "'No idea. Dudley's was 'more'. He got his first tooth at 8 weeks; walked at eleven and half months-"

"Yes, yes. I'm sure your cousin was the epitome of perfection," Severus cut him off to drawl.

Harry lifted his head to look at his lover, glad he saw no pity or sympathy and grinned. "Depends on who you ask."

Severus sighed. "Who keeps track of such nonsensical trivia anyway?"

Harry crossed his arms over Severus' chest and rested his chin on his hands. "Mothers do, apparently."

"Oh them." Another dramatic sigh. "Irritating lot." Harry blinked at him and one dark brow lifted. "You have met Molly Weasley," Severus said.

Harry couldn't help his smile as he realized what Severus was doing. Settling his head back on Severus' chest, Harry felt strong arms close around him and sighed. "It would've been nice to find out for myself though," he murmured.

"I know, Harry," Severus said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I know."

~~~~~~~~~
Harry's eyes flew open, instantly awake and completely cognizant of the fingers trailing around his chest. His gaze locked in a pair of gray eyes, which were as intense as they had been while Lucius was claiming him.

"All right?"

Harry rolled away, muttering a soft, "Sorry." Unfortunately, Harry was too close to the edge of the bed, and much to his embarrassment, ended up on the floor.

Lucius watched him pull himself to his feet with puzzled amusement. "Whatever for?"

"I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"It's quite acceptable for you to fall asleep here after-"

"I'm sorry," Harry said again as he collected his clothes. He quickly pulled on his joggers.

"Personally, I'd prefer it if you remained with me, on these occasions-"

"I'm sorry," Harry said for the third time. "I can't. I mean, it was great and all, but I really have to go."

Lucius frowned but nodded. "As you wish," he said. "You are always welcome here."

Harry nodded, backing towards the door.

Lucius pointed to a different door. "That door leads directly to your room," he confessed.

As disturbing as Harry found that they had adjoining rooms, he was glad he wouldn't have to worry about running into anyone, especially Draco, in the hall. Harry moved to the door and opened it. There was another door behind it.

"The door on your side will only open to your touch," Lucius said, reclining into his pillows with his hands behind his head. The sheet draped low on the flat stomach and Harry couldn't help his gaze from wandering over the wide expanse of muscular chest. "The door on my side will open for both of us."

Harry pulled his eyes off Lucius' chest and nodded. "Thank you," he said quietly.

Lucius smiled softly. "Sleep well, Harry."

"You too," Harry said, slipping quickly through the threshold and closing both doors. Letting out a heavy sigh, he fell against the closed door.

He did not just have a dream about Severus in Lucius' bed.

Yeah, you did.

Harry groaned, his hand rising to his forehead to press against his throbbing scar. Great, now he had another headache.
*********
Lucius sauntered down the stairs and approached the fireplace. He placed a fire call to Fritz but as always, the man was occupied. Lucius left instructions with his assistant that he wanted an immediate response and ended the call.

Then he called for Frozzy.

The house elf materialized. "Yes, master?"

"Where is Master Harry?" Lucius asked.

The skittish elf became defensive. "Frozzy does not know, master," he wailed. Before the creature started decimating the furniture to punish itself, Lucius grabbed the rag covering his scrawny body.

"Is he in the Manor, Frozzy?"

"No, master. He left with Master Draco about two hours ago."

Lucius frowned. "Do you know where-" The buzz of the entry wards at the front door interrupted him. "Draco," he called. "Is that you?"

His two favorite boys came to the open doorway from the foyer. Both were casually dressed, windblown and toting brooms.

"Where have you been?" Lucius couldn�t help his tone from it�s harsh snap. He wasn�t sure if he liked Draco spending time with Harry, especially after the progress he�d made last night.

Harry had left his bed in a flustered rush the night before, and Lucius was perplexed by the reaction. Harry had truly seemed to enjoy the sex, but he still clearly had issues about touching. Lucius speculated that it may have something to do with Severus, but the only thing he could imagine was that the idiotic schoolteacher would not allow Harry to stay with him because they were in Hogwarts. It would explain Harry�s need to apologise for drifting off, and then running out in such haste.

Lucius was going to find out though and correct the problem. He damned well liked Harry in his bed, in his arms, and he was bloody well going to have it. Their love-making had been both intense and impassioned, all Lucius had hoped for, especially for their first time.

Harry's flustered retreat had also been endearingly sweet. The embarrassment was obvious but that would fade with familiarity. Lucius hoped that Harry would retain that innocent quality. It was positively delicious.

"We were flying in the east field Father. Quidditch," Draco informed with a grin.

Lucius turned his gaze to Harry, who dropped his gaze. Lucius wondered if he was blushing but couldn�t tell beneath the color already on his face.

"I�m sorry, Lucius," Harry said. "I didn�t know I wasn�t allowed-"

"Nonsense," Lucius interrupted. "Of course you may fly whenever you wish, I was just concerned. You should have told someone where you went, or left a note. You are not a prisoner here but common courtesy requires a little effort. I have a duty to look after you and I merely want to know you�re safe."

Harry�s gaze never left the floor as he nodded. He seemed cowed and Lucius anger rose. The boy had stood up to Voldemort, had shown strength and character and endless resiliency. Where the hell was all that now?

"It�s my fault Father," Draco said. "It was my idea. I practically had to drag Harry with me. I should have told Frozzy."

"It�s done, Draco. No harm done. Let�s not repeat it though, hm?"

"No, Father."

"Good. Now go and get cleaned up I have a surprise for both of you."

"What-"

"Don�t argue, Draco. Go."

Draco nodded and headed up the stairs.

"Harry. Come here."

Harry approached cautiously and Lucius raised his chin. Harry's expression was neutral. "I am not angry."

Harry shrugged. "I like it here."

Lucius blinked, puzzled. "I�m very glad."

"After last night, I wasn�t sure if I�d be staying, so I wanted to see some of the estate. Draco said he�d show me."

Now even more perplexed, Lucius asked, "Why were you unsure if you�d be staying?"

"Well, you have the right to end the contract if- if, well, if you aren�t happy with-"

Lucius couldn�t help it. He laughed. So that was where the nervousness came from.

"Oh dear Merlin," Lucius sputtered. Harry turned away and Lucius quickly gripped his arm and turned him back. He lifted his face again. "Harry, look at me." When those green eyes met his, he was surprised to see them merely curious. Harry hid his feeling well. "I can assure you that the reason you were � discarded by your previous lover � was not because you were an inadequate lover."

Harry blinked at him.

Lucius could help smiling. "Most pleasing," he murmured, lowering his mouth onto Harry's.

Harry responded to the encouraging kiss. Then he nodded, looking almost saddened. "Mmm. A good fuck."

Indignation and outrage surged through Lucius and he could have easily hexed Severus with an Unforgiveable had he been there.

"That is the most obscene, not to mention inaccurate, description of what we shared last night that I have ever heard, Harry, and I don�t want to hear it again. I should ply you with Veritaserum just to find out who this blackard was so I can torture him slowly before I kill him in a most hideous fashion."

Harry looked alarmed, almost as if he hadn't meant to say that part out loud. "Look, I�m sorry. Really. I was actually referring to the way I left."

Lucius studied the young man.

"I mean, you said you'd prefer if I stayed, but since I can't right now, I thought that maybe�" he trailed off.

Lucius calmed himself. He would get nowhere if he lost his temper. All these little signs were clues as to how to proceed with the relationship. If Lucius intended to keep Harry's mind off Severus, he had to give him space but also project an image close to perfection.

Harry was obviously covering up something. Perhaps Severus had used that phrase during the break. It was cold, even for Severus, but it would have been effectively hurtful.

"I understand, Harry," Lucius said. "I have informed you of my preference, but it's perfectly acceptable if you need time to become accustomed to sleeping in the same bed as someone else."

Harry bit his lip. "And if I never become accustomed to it?"

Lucius smiled. "Laziness tends to rule ones actions in those circumstances, but if you still chose to leave, that is up to you. I'm not going to tie you to the bed to keep you from leaving."

Harry offered a small smile.

"Of course I'm not opposed to using restraints while playing."

This time Harry did blush but he didn't seem appalled by the idea. Lucius shooed him away to change when the Floo buzzed. "Think about it," he bade as Harry left.
******
Harry did think about. It had been a strange conversation for sure.

First was the extreme reaction Lucius had when Harry had been self-derogatory. As much as Harry appreciated the reassurance, he wasn't sure he deserved it.

Maybe if he had been a better lover, he might not have lost Severus. There were still five and half months left until the binding so he guessed if Lucius got bored of him, Harry would find out soon enough.

But at least Lucius was pretty relaxed about Harry's choices thus far. He wasn't sure if he could stand the idea of getting tied up again since Blaise assaulted him, but he would definitely be interested to see if Lucius Malfoy would relinquish that kind of control to him when they were in bed. Maybe Lucius would even let him top.

Lost in his sexual fantasies, Harry moved to his room to shower and change.
**********
Lucius turned his attention to the fire as it buzzed again and allowed the incoming call.

"Mr. Malfoy." Fritz's thin face appeared in the flames.

"Ah, Fritz. Very good of you to get back to me so quickly."

"A pleasure to see you again, Mr. Malfoy. Still in the Manor then?"

Lucius smirked. "Yes. You will find I have very � persuasive methods of keeping what is mine."

Fritz looked bored. "I can imagine. So, what can I do for you?"

"I need your help."

"Oh?"

"Yes, my new companion has deplorable fashion sense. He will require a whole new wardrobe. One suitable for someone of his position, which will include Ministry functions and high society parties."

"I see," Fritz replied skeptically.

"Money is no object in this case, Fritz."

"Really?"

Lucius smirked again at his doubtful tone. "You may check with my creditor, Fritz. I have been assured by Mr. Peabody that two of the Malfoy vaults have been unfrozen for my use, and the Malfoy estate is once again at my disposal."

Fritz became interested one again. "One moment, please," he said and disappeared from the fire for moment, no doubt to check Lucius' story. A minute later, his face re-appeared, beaming happily. "Very good, Mr. Malfoy. What will you be needing then?"

"Everything, Fritz."

The man blinked. "Everything?"

"The works, my good man," Lucius told him. "I daresay my Dragon will insist on some new things as well."

The man's expression lit up, his eyes as bright as the galleons he�d be making. "Of course. When?"

"As soon as you can."

"I have a free block at 1:30 today."

"Wonderful."

"Anything else?"

"Bring everything and some help," Lucius said. "I won�t have my companion neglected. He deserves the best."

"I will see that he gets it."

Lucius nodded. "I�m sure you will."

Fritz disappeared from the flames as Draco and Harry returned.

"So what�s the surprise?" Draco asked.

"We can hardly have Harry walking around like that." Lucius eyed Harry�s muggle clothes with distaste.

Harry looked down at his worn jeans and frayed jumper. Lucius was sure they were probably the best he owned. "What�s wrong with-"

"Harry, you will be expected to attend very important public functions with me."

Harry nodded. "I guess there will be more of those things."

"There will be other types of appearances, Harry," Lucius assured him. "Quidditch matches if you like, concerts, I believe you are acquainted with the Weird Sisters.

There is a matter of appearances to withhold in all of these circles. You will be expected to exhibit a bearing of good taste and class."

Harry's eyes had grown wide during Lucius' words.

"Are we going to Fritz�s shop?" Draco asked.

"No, Draco," Lucius said and almost laughed at his son's crestfallen expression. "Fritz is coming here."

"Who's Fritz?" Harry asked curiously.

Draco exploded with excitement. "A personal fitting?"

Lucius nodded.

"Who�s Fritz?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Oh, Father, that's great," Draco gushed. He turned to Harry. "Oh, Harry, you will love it."

Now Harry looked almost frightened. "Who�s Fritz?"
***************
Fritz, it seemed, was a wizarding clothes designer and Lucius would be purchasing him more suitable attire for those upcoming events, which Harry had to attend. Apparently they would be getting progressively grander in scale. Harry tried to tell Lucius that he could buy his own bloody clothes but Lucius had simply said, as Harry's fiancée it was Lucius' responsibility and his honor to provide the necessities. Lucius further added that there would be an ample supply of trivialities in which Harry could spend his money on.
Harry gave up in exasperation, thinking the Malfoy men were determined to have their shopping spree anyway.
They spent the rest of the morning discussing their "engagement Party" which Harry was told was absolutely necessary. He ended up agreeing to whatever it was Lucius suggested. After all, he'd never planned a party so he doubted he'd be any help. They decided on a date; the following Friday so that Draco could attend before he was off on some other trip abroad before his formal schooling started.
It almost made Harry jealous, but then he remembered that he couldn't really go anywhere without the press following him. He also didn't think he really had the energy for any adventures at the moment.
Before he knew it, the wards sounded and a handful of people were admitted to the manor, all carrying an assortment of parcels. Several were dispatched to the small ballroom while three were led into the living room. Draco followed the people into the other room and Harry could see his excitement.
Introductions were sparse in the wave of activity. A tall thin man in a flashy red robe scoped in on Harry and circled him. "You�re right. Deplorable," he declared with a snobbish sort of tone. "His build is good. Isn�t he a bit young?"
"I assure you, we are quite compatible," Lucius said simply.
Fritz sighed with another sweep of Harry's form, and then turned to his group. "Alright people, let's get started." He instructed several to finish up preparing the dressing room and sent a man and a woman over to Harry.
Harry removed his jumper for the woman with the tape measure, and stood silently in jeans and a t-shirt. She began taking several measurements, dictating to a younger man with a scroll and quill. The other man grunted acknowledgements.
Harry continued to watch as the woman precisely moved the tape, calling out the results. The grunting stopped, however, and the woman looked up at the man.
"Roger, did you get that?" she asked. She straightened, glaring at the younger man. "Did you get that? Roger," she snapped with impatience.
The man was staring, his mouth open, at Harry�s face, more pointedly his forehead. The woman followed his gaze and froze. Then she too stared in gaping silence.

Harry looked around for help. Draco was back, standing nearby to watch. He was biting his lip but Harry couldn't tell if it was sympathy or amusement.
The lack of movement finally got Fritz' attention and he moved to them, Lucius beside him. "People, people, what is the problem?" Harry looked at him. "Oh my."

Harry sent Lucius a long-suffering look.

"Fritz," said Lucius. When Fritz gave Lucius his attention, Lucius� brow shot up. "Yes, that is Harry Potter. You may understand now that he deserves the best."

Fritz managed a slow silent nod.

"So you know that everything he does when he leaves this house will be monitored and reported, including what he wears," Lucius went on. "Do you comprehend that?"

Fritz nodded.

"Then, may I assume that you are up to the task of outfitting Mr. Potter with apparel suiting his station and prestige or should I find someone else?"

The shift between wide-eyed awe and consummate professionalism was instant and somewhat surprising. Fritz snapped back into business mode, seeing a chance to be labeled as the designer who outfitted the boy who lived.

"People." Fritz clapped his hands twice. "People, snap out of it," he told his cohorts and turned to Harry. "Mr. Potter-"

"Harry."

Fritz stared at him a minute before he gave a genuine smile. "Harry, please put this on," he handed Harry a set of clothes, "in the dressing room that we've set up in the ballroom. These are what I call the fundamentals. We will move on from there."

Harry nodded and left the room. Behind him he heard Fritz scolding his helpers with phrases like 'get a grip' and 'more acclaim and attention' and 'we are professionals.'
Harry then found himself entrenched in a somewhat large tent surrounded by racks of clothes, bolts of fabric, a very large mirror and a smaller tent within. The smaller tent was a private dressing room, sporting its own mirror and a bench. He was instructed to put on various articles of clothing within the small tent, examined critically by Fritz' cohorts in the outer tent and then presented to Lucius outside the tent on a small raised platform in front of yet another mirror. Outside, Lucius and Fritz suggested alterations and changes and the enchanted mirror would reflect the changes.
When Draco began trying on clothes, another inner tent was added as well as another examination step outside. The whole menagerie was set up in the 'small' ballroom, a room Harry thought far outshone its name.
Harry then tried on more pieces of apparel than he had in his life. He really hoped Lucius didn't intend to buy all of them, because Harry didn't think he could ever wear that many things in his lifespan.
It was exhausting, however Harry did perk up when Draco broached the idea of getting Harry something to wear when he went clubbing with him and his friends. Thankfully Lucius didn't seem upset by the suggestion but an argument did ensue over an ensemble that Lucius didn't approve of. Draco insisted that the dragon hide suede outfit was tasteful compared to other things he'd seen.
Too weary to care, Harry didn�t pay too much attention to it. He was grateful when everyone was gone and they were able to relax around a hot meal.
**************
Lucius was smiling broadly when Draco entered his study.

"Good news?" Draco said, indicating the parchment in his hand.

"Indeed," Lucius replied, settling into the chair behind his desk. He placed the parchment on top of a stack of similar notes. "Another acceptance for the engagement party."

Draco grinned and took a seat across from the desk. "So everything is going well?"

"Oh yes, Draco. My new association with Harry has done the trick. Those in our old circle have accepted me once again, and our finances have been re-instituted." Lucius poured himself a measure of scotch.

"Did you doubt it?"

"Not at all. You do know I practically orchestrated it."

"So what's the problem."

"Harry."

Draco blinked. "Harry? He seems happy to me."

"Oh he's satisfactorily content but he is still not over his break-up."

"How can you tell?"

"Little things. The way he never stays the night with me, and how he never initiates intimate contact. He also never asks me for anything, or to do anything." Lucius didn't mention that Harry still seemed melancholy as well, spending a lot of time by himself.

"It's only been a fortnight, Father," Draco pointed out. "Besides, maybe he just doesn't want anything else."

"Perhaps. But I need something. Something to solidify it, and our relationship. Something to ensure Harry's complete loyalty, devotion to me."

Draco stared. "You want him to love you?"

Lucius lifted a brow. "Of course. That would give him a reason to stay."

"But once you're bonded-"

"He can still divorce me after five years." Lucius stood up to pace. "I won't stand for that. I need something more substantial."

"But if he's already happy-"

"I don't want him meeting someone who might make him happier. He needs to want to stay with me."

"But." Draco's grip tightened around the arms of his chair. "We've already given him everything. He's part of the family."

Lucius spun, staring at Draco, a dawning realization in his eyes. "That's it."

"Father," Draco said slowly. "You haven't fallen for him, have you?"

But Lucius was lost in thought. A family. That was precisely what Harry wanted, and Lucius would endeavor to give it to him. He sat back down and picked up his glass. Offering Draco a salute, he brought the glass to his lips. "My Dragon," he murmured. "You are truly a Malfoy."
*************
Severus sighed. His research was getting him nowhere. He had to talk to Harry, get some answers. If he was ever going to find a way to help, he needed-

You need Harry back in your arms, where he belongs.

But helping Harry was a priority and it was the way to get Harry to see that he needed Severus as well. Where was that passage on Dark Arts used as defense? He shuffled the parchments around on his desk. He found the article, noticing an envelope fall to the floor during his search.

Bloody Lucius.

Yes, it was from Lucius, which is why Severus had yet to open it. It was probably some blatant reminder of Lucius success. Opening it, Severus found he was correct.

You are cordially invited to attend the celebration of the engagement of Lucius Malfoy and Harry James Potter.

Severus closed his eyes and took a cleansing breath. The pain of seeing Harry's name linked with Lucius'�

That should be your name there.

Instead of dwelling on his failure, Severus considered the possibilities. It would be the perfect opportunity to talk to Harry. Malfoy Manor was vast, and filled with private rooms. He'd have ample time to-

If you can get Harry alone.

Severus pulled out the response card and picked up his quill. A daunting task, maybe, but not impossible.
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