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Poisonous Kiss	By : enchanted_nightingale Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 23910 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: Book 4, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Pairs: Harry/Lucius

Disclaimer:The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

Chapter Six

The Burrow…

Harry was seated next to Bill Weasley, the eldest of the Weasley siblings. This red headed wizard was paying attention to Harry but not in the almost stalker-like way Ginny or Colin did. He was kind and funny and he helped Harry with whatever homework he had left for Hogwarts, offering help but not in a pressing manner. It was nice. It felt much like Bill was his older brother. He even told him so and that had earned him a ruffle to his already messy hair.

"Good, you need someone to look out for you," he had told him.

Harry had blushed and smiled at the older wizard.

That had been five days ago. It was Harry's birthday today and the young Gryffindor woke up to the whole Weasley family celebrating his birthday. They had set up a small feast out of the house as the kitchen was not big enough for all of them. Hermione was also in the Burrow, arrived just a day after him, before Charlie and Bill did. It was loud these days and very difficult for Harry to stay alone even for a few minutes.

"Having fun?" Bill asked him. He snuck up behind Harry, making the younger wizard jump.

Harry nodded. "Mrs. Weasley is great."

Bill was about to say something when an owl landed in front of them. It had an air of importance about it and even what one would call attitude as she stuck its leg out for Harry to take the letter it was carrying.

"That's one pricey bird," the eldest Weasley said.

Harry nodded absently half dreading half expecting the customary owl from the aristocrat that had been courting him. He took the letter and fed the owl some bacon carefully. "Thank you. If you need some water or to rest…"

The owl ruffled its feathers much like a peacock and took off soon after.

"That owl," Bill hummed. "It looked official. Like someone important owns it."

Harry bit his lower lip. He opened the letter. It was a poem again, by Yeats. The green eyed wizard was glad it was not anything more explicit. He was blushing enough as it was. And Ron's elder brother noted this and smirked.

"Someone special?"

Harry blushed even more and stammered a rather unconvincing denial.

Bill chuckled and messed the kid's hair. "Keep your secret crush, okay? Pass me the bagels, will you?"

…Quidditch World Cup…

Harry could not get enough of the sight around him. So many wizards, so much magic. His head kept turning every which way as the fourteen year old tried to take everything in. Hermione was not any different from him.

"So many wizards," Harry's bookworm friend was in awe.

"Crazy, isn't it."

Hermione nodded. "I never thought much about it before."

Harry snorted. "I thought that only Britain had wizards."

"Harry…"

"I know, don't say anything. I have my 'Ron moments'."

Hermione giggled. "Oh! Look at those tents!"

"Come on, let's get a closer look," Harry said to her.

The witch giggled. "You cannot be serious! Those are the Bulgarian tents!"

"Well, let's make international friends then!" he tugged Hermione after him and the two giggled all the way there.

…After the match…

Harry was about ready to crash under the conflicting emotions that were inside him. On one hand the green eyed wizard was giddy. The game had been incredible. It was the first professional Quidditch game he had ever been to and the novelty of this experience was almost as good as if he had been flying out there. He and Ron were chattering away, commenting on the various scenes of the game. The twins were being secretive and talking between themselves. Bill and Charlie were drawn into the conversation Harry and his best friend were having with Ginny dividing her time between them and talking to Hermione who had enjoyed the game but was not obsessing over it.

But then as their party was leaving they passed by the Malfoy's and Harry did everything in his power not to stare at them if at all possible. He knew that if he gave any glance to Lucius right now it would give away something, anything and the teen could not bear that. The green eyed wizard felt terrible as it was. Meeting Narcissa Malfoy only drove home what he knew; that Lucius Malfoy was a married man with a son Harry's age. If what they were doing was not immoral just because of Harry's age it became even worse now that the teen had essentially found himself as the 'third person'.

"You okay mate?" Ron asked him.

"You're looking pale Harry," one of the twins commented.

Harry did not try telling them apart. He had no idea how he had paled but now even his stomach felt upset. The teen feared that he would get sick soon.

"My stomach," Harry mumbled.

"Something you ate?" again one of the twins asked.

The green eyed wizard gave a short nod. "I'll go to the loo."

"There's one ahead of us," Charlie offered.

Harry gave him a grateful look, not even wondering how all the Weasley's now knew.

"I'll stay with you mate," Ron offered.

Harry shook the offer off. "I know the way to the tents."

Hermione frowned. "Someone needs to stay with you Harry."

"I'll be fine," the teen insisted. "I got to…"

"Come on kids," Bill spoke then. "Let's give the poor lad some privacy. Harry's a big boy and he won't get lost."

Harry's friends protested but the elder of the Weasley troop steered them away and he managed to find privacy and peace in the restroom.

The fourteen year old wizard felt his stomach rolling but knew that nothing would come out. Harry went to the nearest faucet and started splashing water on his face. Looking in the mirror, the teen realized he was a mess. He looked really pale and he understood why Ron and his brothers had gotten worried about him. Harry continued just looking at his reflection and dripping water. He never heard the door to the room opening and then closing. He only noticed the other wizard when he came to stand directly behind him, his handsome face reflecting in the mirror.

"Harry, Harry, Harry."

The teen tensed.

Lucius carefully enveloped the slimmer wizard in his embrace, resting his chin on that almost bony shoulder.

"What's wrong? You look so pale."

"Nothing," Harry whispered. "Can you let go?"

Lucius ignore that request and instead buried his long fingers into the thick mop of hair and started running them through the soft tresses, his nails gently grazing Harry's skull. He continued this until he felt the green eyed wizard relax a bit.

Harry's eyes fell shut and his head lolled a bit. All the tension he felt, all that building guilt, all the self loathing that had hit him along with the realization that he had almost ruined a marriage. All the rotten things his relatives had ever said about him were perhaps true then?

"What torments you Harry?" Lucius asked in a sweet, seductive voice.

The teen kept his eyes shut. "Why are you doing this?"

"I like you little snake."

"Why?" Harry's voice sounded broken and it made Lucius look; really look, at the boy. Harry looked truly terrible.

"Why what, my Harry? Tell me and I'll fix whatever it is."

Harry felt a bitterness in his throat. "You have a wife and a son, a family. Why are you chasing after me?"

Lucius sighed, his breath ruffling Harry's hair and making the teen shiver. "I was afraid of that," he muttered. Carefully he turned Harry around and gently pecked the teen's soft lips. They were still wet. The blond felt the teen shudder and pulled back from the swift kiss and merely embraced the green eyed wizard. This Gryffindor had caught his interest in the oddest moment possible. The magical connection they shared and the fact that a mere child had managed to invoke such strong emotions in him still bothered Lucius to some degree but he kept going after Harry because he could not even bear to stay away. He needed for Harry to see that and understand this. Because Lucius could live without Narcissa, but Harry was essential to him.

"My sweet, little snake," Lucius sighed. "You ruined nothing. Narcissa is my wife, Draco is my son. Both are facts. But you also need to know that there is no love between my wife and myself, maybe some degree of camaraderie if you will. And the fact I have a son is irrelevant. I want you, Harry. Can you accept that?"

Harry trembled. "I…"

"Do you want me Harry?"

"I… I…" the teen trailed off, finishing with a short, shameful nod.

I want to hear you."

"I-Yes."

"Good. Because I want you too," Lucius stated. "And I will make you see that Harry, even if I have to tell you every day and make you get it through that thick skull of yours."

Lucius pulled Harry to him and just held him.

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