Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Tale of One Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy	By : zeldaofarel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 27840 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6: The First Day
"No, My Lord," Lucius hastily replied, standing up and bowing low. He hoped that Severus' presence did not offend the young Lord.
"We were catching up, Potter. If you want me to leave you alone with your pet, then I'd better go," the Potions Master stood up and when Potter made no move to stop him, made his way towards the door. "I'll be in my laboratory," he said, before shutting the door behind himself.
Lucius was still bowing, since he had not been given the order to rise.
"You can sit back on the bed, Lucius," Lord Potter told him and he went to take the seat that Severus had vacated.
Lucius did as told and went to take his place. As Master Potter stared at him, he almost had the urge to shy away. So instead, he eyed his cooling tea wearily, wondering if he would be permitted to finish it.
"Drink your tea, Lucius. I will talk to Snape though. He should know better than to bring you breakfast and talk to you without permission. After all, you are mine. What were the two of you doing anyway?" he asked, smirking.
"Just catching up, My Lord. Nothing else. He told me what has happened since I've been away. Also, about my son..."
"I do know about your son, Lucius," Potter cut in. "When I can do something about it, I will. I do intend to free him, I just don't have the means right now. However, Draco is not what I came here to talk about," Master Potter changed the subject. Still, Lucius was relieved to hear that His Master considered his son worth being bothered about. "I came here to tell you your daily duties, Lucius."
"I am at your service with anything you need, My Lord," Lucius said, bowing in his sitting position a bit.
"It is my needs you will be attending to for now. Later, if you serve me well, I may return your wand to you and may even request you to help me with your magic in this war. However, not yet. For now, you will get up each morning early enough to wake me at five. You will be fully ready for the day then. I will want you to attend my morning needs and help me with the morning routine, like dress me for the physical training with Remus."
Lucius couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought of helping His Master in the morning. He would gladly help in any way Lord Potter wanted. The man before him seemed to notice his reaction and smiled in response.
"I sometimes forget the time and don't join the others for breakfast at eight. However, you will make sure that I am there on time by getting me for breakfast. We eat in a small room on the North side of the house, I will show it to you tomorrow. Now I will have duelling with Snape and you will join me there. I want you at my side at all times, in case I need you for something. Then you must warn me for lunch, which we have at one in the afternoon. You will be eating with the others and me at all meals. In the afternoon classes you can help. Kathleen teaches me Wizarding customs and rituals. I'm sure you are an expert of those and therefore you will be permitted to provide your own input into the subject. In the afternoon I will also have meetings. You are not permitted to attend those. During this time you may do as you please. The house has an extensive library and you may read. When I'm finished, you will feel my pull and come back to my side. You will eat dinner with me then, no matter how late. We may sometimes eat just together. I hate eating alone, so you are not permitted to take a meal without me. After that, you will help me with the evening rituals and perhaps some other ... needs I may have," Lord Potter smirked at this, his intents clear to Lucius. "I must say that last night you have not disappointed me. I was fairly pleased by your performance," he let his eyes rest on Lucius' lips. "However, I did not give you permission to come last night, nor this morning," he grinned at the shocked face that Lucius let slip.
At that moment Lucius realised his folly. Last night his Lord had told him to take off the ring, but didn't tell him to make himself come. Obviously, the year of not having a proper master has made you forgetful, Lucius. Now, you have to make up for it by acting as a good servant to your Lord.
Therefore Lucius got off the bed and kneeled before the feet of his Lord, touching his forehead to the ground before him.
"I apologise for not following your orders precisely, My Lord. Please, allow your servant to make up for his mistake," he pleaded.
Well, you certainly got low, Lucius. If you got any lower, you would be licking his boots to go with it.
He knew he had to do everything to be in the good graces of his Master and therefore silenced his very Malfoy voice. During his time of serving Voldemort he had learned many things, among them that a pleased, happy master would treat him better and less painfully. He had to admit to himself that sometimes he liked serving, being submissive, letting someone take total control over him. His father would probably despise him for it, tell him how he wasn't fit to carry the Malfoy name, but he didn't care. The old tyrant was long dead, his ashes scattered in the wind once his funeral fire died down.
He did not dare look up to face Lord Potter during his mussing, though he seemed to consider his follower. Then he felt a light caress on his head, as if he was a dog being stroked.
"Lucius, Lucius," his Master sighed, "you have been a bad boy. I'm afraid I will have to punish you. However, the time is not right now, since I should be practicing with Snape. In the evening, there will be time for that. Now, stand up, get properly attired. I got many robes for you. Your fine body should never be wrapped in anything but the most perfect silk. Once you're ready, follow the instinct that always tells you where I am to my location. Do be careful before entering the room, knock. I would not want you to be marred by a stray curse." With a final pat on his head, Lord Potter stood and went out the door.
Lucius remained bent until he heard the click of the door being closed. Afterward he stood and readied himself for his Master.
Ah, tonight, you will see your Lord in his true form, Lucius. After all the character of a leader is fully revealed when he has to give out punishment.
He sincerely hoped his punishment would be of a sexual nature, as that was his favourite kind. He smirked to himself and willed his hands to move faster, instinctually choosing the best combinations of colour from his wardrobe, without even giving it a thought. Then he listened to the pull in him and went out his door, down the corridor to the staircase. He realised that he had to go up, at which he raised an eyebrow. Training rooms were usually situated on the ground floor of houses. He went all the way up, to the roof. There was just one door there, and he knocked three times. After a bit of waiting the door was opened for him. Once inside, he found a large room, probably spanning the whole top floor of the house. It was a full work-out and duelling room. He even saw some weights off to the farthest wall. However, the majority was taken up by a huge matt. On it, Severus and Lord Potter stood, wands drawn, looking at him. They were both only clad in a shirt and trousers, the shirts half-way buttoned down. Their chests were heaving with exertion and drips of sweat covered their brows and chests. Lucius swallowed a little, taking care for it not to be visible, at the delicious picture Harry Potter made.
"That was quite fast, Lucius, I'm pleased," his Master appraised him. "Now, stand still. I will put on you a protective charm that will keep you from being harmed by stray curses," he told him, coming closer. Lord Potter waved his wand above him and Lucius could feel the magic tingling his skin. "It will last for five hours," he was informed.
Through the rest of the morning, Lucius watched how his Master worked on perfecting his magical skills. He moved with a fluid grace, which told the blond man that he had been practicing for many months, perhaps even a year. He tried very hard not to be effected by the sight of the rippling muscles revealed once the shirt was too soaked by sweat to be wearable and was discarded. He noticed Dobby quickly appearing in and out of the room to replace the shirts with a clean set of clothes. Lucius' gaze also wondered over to the lightly clad body of his friend. A long time ago, when the man was young, Lucius had taught him how to be a Death Eater, as he was put under his care.
Do not think Lucius of how you taught the 'ropes' of being a Death Eater. Literally. How good a toy Severus was once... Stop it! The memories are not helping with the erection. You're a randy teenager, Lucius Malfoy, control yourself! Or has Azkaban taken away your control?
He sighed at himself. Indeed, he was finding it hard to command certain urges of his body. He had been deprived of any sort of human contact for a year. No matter what, he was finding everything erotic. After all, before he hardly had a night without a sexual encounter. Many wizards and witches were all too willing to fill his bed. Sometimes even more at the time.
Stop Lucius! Stop thinking of sex already!
He was very glad when upon inspecting the pocket watch he had found on his nightstand it revealed that it was fifteen to one and therefore would be soon time for lunch. His Master quickly headed to a room opening from the one they were standing in with the clean clothes and the sound of a shower coming on could be heard soon. Severus just headed out of the room, probably to freshen up in his own quarters. When his Master emerged, Lucius followed him to the dining-room.
It was on the ground floor, opening from the same Hall he had gone through to get to the sitting-room the previous day. In the room he found a large glass table with ten chairs of wrought iron standing around it. Two large windows filled the place with light and there was a small drift coming from one of them, which was opened. Lucius admired the simple white curtains which were gently swaying in the wind. He looked questioningly at his Master, wondering where he should sit. He was gestured to the man's left and he gladly sat there. He considered it a great honour to be eating so close to him.
He looked at the already set table and was amazed by the simple, yet elegant design of the china. It was white with a green leaf pattern, silver lining on the outer rim. There stood two crystal goblets on the table, one larger one for water and a smaller one for wine. He deducted they would be drinking red wine that day as the goblets were a bit larger than the ones intended for white wine. The silverware was just as exquisite. Lucius could see that they were of a fine quality silver, antique as well.
Oh, they certainly knew how to make these a century ago. Of course, they're not like your ancestral silverware, Lucius, but you didn't eat with those all the time either.
The ones that they would be using were simply elegant, not overly decorated. They just had a leaf pattern rising at the ends. In fact, they matched the pattern on the plates. From the set they were using Lucius could already deduct some of the menu. Soup first, then beef, with some sort of cake at the end. Lucius also realised that the whole setting was done in a Continental fashion, pointing to the person who had done it being from that part of the world. Lucius' family was from France and still owned many estates there. Of course, the type of bond that he had made with Lord Potter had actually transferred all of his fortunes to him now. That was something that was not part of his first bonding with Voldemort. This bonding was much more personal, while his previous one was used for every follower that Voldemort had. It wouldn't have been so attractive, if they had to hand their money over.
Lucius was broken away from his thoughts by people entering the room. First two women joined them, walking arm-in-arm. One was Kathleen, the other was someone he didn't know. She was quite a plumb witch, though not overly so. Her long blonde hair reached below her waist and moved with her as she flung her head to look at Lucius. She smiled sweetly at him and letting go of the other woman, approached the man. He stood in greeting and saw Lord Potter do the same. Well, he knew how to greet ladies at the table then. He noticed she moved with an easy grace, almost floating above the ground, which belied her breeding and upbringing to be of a high quality. She stood before him and gently extended her hand towards him. He took it and bent over it, brushing a light kiss on the surface.
"Good afternoon. My name is Melinda Karolyi," she introduced herself. Lucius noted that she spoke with a soft East-European accent.
"Lucius Malfoy, at your service, my lady," she spoke after the kiss.
She smiled once he stood erect again and took her place on the same side of the table as Lucius sat, three places from Lord Potter. From this Lucius knew that Kathleen, who sat beside him, was higher on the social ladder in their small group.
Next he saw Hermione Granger walking in through the door. She was obviously distracted, mumbling a hasty 'good afternoon' in their general direction and sat down next to Miss Karolyi. Lucius saw her frown at the lack of food on her plate and looked around, noticing the people for the first time. She glared at him a little, but then shrugged.
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger," he bowed a bit in her direction as he greeted her. He did not like Muggle-borns very much, but he knew that Granger was a smart witch and would be useful for any Lord. She just looked away.
At last, Severus and Lupin entered the room, Lupin taking a seat on the Lord's right and Severus next to him. By this time Potter was already seated and Lucius moved to take his place as well.
"No, Lucius, remain standing," his Master commanded.
Lucius waited and then the food appeared. In a large china bowl with the similar pattern, the gold liquid of soup cast its steam, a large serving-spoon in it.
"For each meal, you will serve us the food, Lucius," Lord Potter told him.
Lucius was taken aback a bit by being reduced to being a mere household servant, but Lucius realised how much care was put into the meal. The setting was in a flawless style, with everything on the table of a high quality. Therefore, the serving of the food needed to be just as high quality and Lucius most certainly knew how to do it. Therefore he moved to the left of his Master, taking his plate in his left hand. He grasped the serving-spoon in his right. It looked to be quite heavy, as it was made with silver, but there must have been a lightening-charm put on it, because he easily lifted it. He stirred the soup up, to get the thick of it from the bottom and noticed small meatballs floating along with small soup pasta and pieces of carrot. He poured two servings of the food into the plate and looked questioningly at Potter. He nodded that it would be enough. Then he went to the women, starting with Kathleen and served them, always standing on the left side of whom he served. He knew that first it was the Lord, then the ladies who were supposed to get the food. Then he went over to the two remaining men and only when he was finished did he walk to his own plate and poured a generous amount for himself. The soup smelled wonderful. Once he was seated, Lord Potter began to eat and so did the others. Lucius noted that the food did not disappoint upon tasting either.
Looking around, he noted how everyone ate. Potter ate slowly, savouring each spoon. Kathleen had more grace in her movements, but it was Melinda who was worth watching. She sat erect in her chair, only her head bowing a bit. She gently took each portion into her spoon never clicking it against the china. She parted her lips as little as possible and took the tiniest bit of the spoon into her mouth. He most interestingly noted that she didn't scoop the soup up towards her, like everyone else did, but towards the inner part of the table. From this, Lucius knew that she was specifically taught proper table manners, because most people tended to scoop towards themselves. The flaw in that was that if the spoon were to slip, the person could end up with the food on him or her. He tore his gaze away from the simple elegance of good table manners and noticed that Lupin and Granger had the worst manners. Granger was shovelling the food into her mouth, obviously in a hurry to get away with it. Lupin just simply didn't know how to treat the china and the silverware. Lucius smirked inwardly, knowing that the wolf had probably never seen such fine things growing up.
"How do you like your soup, Mr. Malfoy?" Miss Karolyi asked.
"It's very delicious, Miss Karolyi. I wonder who made it," he replied.
She smiled at him and at that moment he realised that she was the cook here.
"It was me, Mr. Malfoy."
"Surely a Lady like yourself could not be a cook," Lucius protested. She gave off the air of a Lady, not a cook.
"Oh, well, I'm not really a cook. I just always enjoyed myself moving around the kitchen. Ever since I was a little girl, I would help my mother in the meals. Though cooking with magic is much easier."
Now Lucius could really not understand it. Was she not waited upon as a child, did she not grow up in a magical household? Surely she must be a pure-blood!
Miss Karolyi noticed his confusion.
"I just thought ... May I ask, where you are from and how you grew up," Lucius voiced his thoughts.
"I'm from Hungary, Mr. Malfoy. I grew up in a Muggle family. My family is an old noble family, but during some political changes after the Second World War, we lost our fortunes. However, my mother brought me up as a woman with my heritage should be, with the right manners and knowledge about the arts and such things. She never let me forget my ancestry, even in the hardest of times. When I grew up, however, I could not stand the situation in my country anymore and moved away, to Ireland. Shortly thereafter, I performed some accidental magic and then the authorities informed me of being a witch. They could not understand how a grown woman didn't know she was a witch. However, after I explained to them where I came from, they realised what lay behind." At this point Lucius noticed that she never stopped eating, but could talk around her food without it even being noticeable. Another proof of careful learning, for it too, was an acquired art. "You see, Hungary is so small, that the Wizarding community doesn't live very separately from the Muggles. However, they carefully hide their existence, not allowing any Muggle-borns among them. Therefore, I never knew I was magical. After that, they Irish Ministry helped me with getting to know the Wizarding world. Shortly after I meet Kathleen and we quickly became friends. Before I knew it, we were living together and she was teaching me magic," she softly smiled at this and turned her gaze briefly to the other woman.
Lucius then realised that they were a couple. His nowadays sex-filled brain was quickly flooded with images.
That's so hot!
The benefits of being bisexual. The appreciation of hot, no matter if it was connected to males or females.
He smirked to himself. Indeed.
"I always considered cooking an art form and I must say, you are a true artist," Lucius remarked.
"Than you, Mr. Malfoy," she smiled at him. "Especially because I have heard that you do not have a high regard for Muggle-borns."
"Most of the time I don't. However, Muggle nobility is a very different matter. Those who are true examples of their high positions in society are the cases of great admiration from me. You are one of these, Milady," Lucius told her and the rest of the table looked at him with interest.
He noticed she blushed a bit. He had heard of Hungary. The country had long rid itself of its nobility, thrusting them among the commoners. However, perhaps now it was changing, as the country shook slowly free of the remnants of that idiotic Muggle ideology called Communism. Just because Lucius did not think too much in general of the Muggle world, he still kept up with its happenings. He knew that sometimes it affected his world and he never wanted to be caught unaware. Therefore he knew that her blush must have been caused by him addressing her by her proper title of a lady. She must not have been subjected to that. At that point Lucius decided that to express his appreciation of the woman he would always call her 'Lady'.
"Then do we have to thank you for the wonderful setting of the table as well?" Lucius realised at that moment.
"Yes. Table-setting is another passion of mine. Good food can be best enjoyed among the best setting," she gently told him.
"Might I suggest that the whole house carries your mark on it?" Lucius asked in suspicion. He had noticed how feminine the decoration was at most places and even Lord Potter's room was carefully masculine.
"Mr. Malfoy, you embarrass me. This conversation is too much of myself. However, I can't deny it. I did help in the reconstruction of the house," she admitted, her blush deepening.
"Reconstruction?" Lucius frowned.
"Lucius, originally, this was the house of the Black family," this time it was Potter who spoke up. "This is their London home."
Lucius stared at this. The Black family? His wife's family? He realised where he was. Images of the house in its past state flew to the forefront of his mind. He had only visited his wife's relatives once. He did not wish to do so more. It was an awful place. Dreary, tasteless, with dark magic seeping from even the walls, house-elves mounted on the wall.
"Well than, Lady Karolyi, you have done wonders to this place! I have been here once before, although a long time ago. I did not recognise it," he admitted.
"I cannot take all the credit, Mr. Malfoy. Kathleen did help."
Lucius just smiled at her. They were all finished by then with the soup and Dobby appeared to magic the remains of their first course away. After that they had beef in red-wine sauce and with mashed potatoes that was like a thick cream, just perfect. They had sweet red wine with it and most people around the table confessed they liked sweet wine, while dry was usually kept in a higher regard. As a desert they had a delicious chocolate cake. Lucius thanked Lady Karolyi for the meal and so everyone followed suit. She blushed most sweetly and excused herself quickly.
After lunch Lucius helped educated Lord Potter on Wizarding customs. That day they talked about family customs surrounding the birth of a child. Lord Potter seemed to take great interest in it, professing that he did want to carry on the family name.
Maybe I could help with that.
You would love to carry the child of your Lord, wouldn't you, Lucius?
Unbidden, images of making a child flashed before his eyes and he quickly willed the thought away. Wouldn't do to become aroused in the middle of their lesson. Instead, he shared his own experiences that were connected to Draco. However the memories brought back to the forefront of his mind the state of his son and he hoped that he would soon be freed. Still, he could not dwell on it, as only his Master could decide when the time came to free Draco.
At the start of the scheduled meeting, Lucius could see several Order members enter the house from a hiding place. Lord Potter greeted them in the Hall and they all went into the sitting-room. Lucius turned around and went to the library on the ground floor. He picked out a book and settled down to read in a comfortable arm-chair. He noticed that where there were mostly dark-texts before, now there were many novels and light readings as well. Granger was also there, sitting by a desk, going through a dark-book. Her quill was sometimes scratching on a parchment she had before her.
That night after dinner Lucius quickly showered, making himself ready for whatever punishment his Master wished to inflict on him. He even decided to give a thorough cleaning to his hole, should it get some use that night. Once he was done, he sat on his bed, a light set of robes adorning his body. He waited patiently for the summoning pull. Still, he was relieved once he felt the familiar tug at his consciousness, drawing him to his Lord. He stood and hastily made his was to the bedroom at the end of the hall. He knocked and the door opened for him.
To be continued...
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Tale of One Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy