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Meet Me Halfway	By : windy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 22384 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling. The story contains spoiler from Philosopher Stone to Deathly Hallows. I don't make money from writing this fiction

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties are owned by JK Rowling. I don't make money from writing this fanfiction. The story contains spoiler of all Harry Potter series especially the Deathly Hallows. There also words taken from movie and books. This chapter is betaed by Danyealle. I want to say thanks for her help.

Meet Me Halfway

Chapter VII

It was beautiful red scarf that Harry got from Lucius this time. He ran his fingers over the material. It was soft to his touch. A note from Lucius accompanied the gift. For my Princess was written on it. Harry didn't know why Lucius kept sending him gifts but he enjoyed it actually. For someone who never received a gift before entering Hogwarts, it was understandable. He quickly hid the gift inside his bag before Ron and Hermione showed up. How would he explain it to his friends? He even couldn't grasp it yet.

"Good morning, Harry," Hermione came to sit next to him.

"Hey, Harry," Ron said, yawning. "It's still too early," the redhead grumbled.

"I see that you been waking up early this week too," Hermione commented.

"I don't understand why," Ron said. He was awake now after seeing the food on the table. Scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and salad. Okay, left the salad to Hermione then quickly piled his plate high with food.

"You should follow Harry's footsteps," Hermione advised but Ron was already too busy munching his food to notice the world. Rolling her eyes, she filled her plate and began eating.

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Their first lesson was Transfiguration. They learned how to transfigure paper napkin into bird.

"Transforma Avis," Professor McGonagall intoned and waved her wand over the napkin. In a second there was beautiful songbird there. She then told them to practice the spell.

"Transforma Avis," Ron said, waving his wand forcefully. The napkin did fold into bird origami but that was it.

Hermione, as usual, was the first who succeeded, earning five points to Gryffindor.

"Very good," McGonagall said. "Now, who is the next?" Her sharp eyes looked around the class.

The students assumed their activities with McGonagall correcting their moves. Harry also did well in his first try, earning another five points to Gryffindor. He had to thank Lucius for this. The man had told him that he had to be confident about what he was going to do and to believe in his magic. Also, he had to pay attention and do it correctly. So now, instead of waving his wand and hoping that the spell succeeded, he watched how McGonagall did it, the wand movement or the tone of the voice. He used to ignore Hermione when his friend preached about it but now he had realized that it was the correct way.

By the time the class was over, only Harry and Hermione managed to transfigure their napkin into bird so McGonagall gave them homework to describe the correct wand movement and also the variations of the spell. While the rest of the class had to write a two foot long parchment Harry and Hermione only needed to write a one foot long parchment.

Sixth year really wasn't easy one. It felt as if the teachers were competing over who gave the most homework to prepare them for NEWTS next year.

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"Come on, both of you," Hermione ordered.

They were on the way to the library to do some research for their Transfiguration homework. Hermione had dragged them there. Ron, as always, was very reluctant to do so.

"What is this?" An annoying voice interrupted them which belonged to Pansy Parkinson. For once, she was alone, without the other Slytherin girls. "A mudblood, blood traitor and The Boy Who Should Die."

Harry was taken aback by the hatred. Parkinson always hated him before, that was obvious, but not to this level. What was wrong with the girl?

"Shut up, Parkinson!" Ron snapped.

"Nobody ask you opinion, Weasel!" She retorted and sneered at them before walking away, bumping Harry hard as she walked past him.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Ron grumbled.

"Ron!" Hermione admonished. "Don't tell me that both of you have forgotten about it?"

"Forget about what?" Harry asked.

"Yeah…" Ron seconded.

Madam Pince glared at them. They had arrived at the library. Hermione led them to the desk next to the window and sat down. Harry and Ron followed her example.

"Well?" Harry demanded.

"Her father is one of the Death Eaters captured in the Ministry of Magic," she explained.

"What?" Ron said out loud.

"Ron!"

"Sorry," Ron replied.

When Harry thought about it, Pansy did become more hostile to him as of late but he dismissed it as Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry. But, it wasn't the case. He raked his mind. There was list of Death Eaters name captured that was published in the Daily Prophet but he didn't remember all of them. Beside that, he had other thing to think and worry about, such as his affair with Lucius. So, Parkinson's father was one of the Death Eaters captured there? Harry wasn't surprised with that. Beside that, why Parkinson blamed him? It was Parkinson senior's own fault for getting involved with Voldemort.

"And now she blames Harry," Hermione finished.

"Nobody ask him to join You Know Who!" Ron snapped. "Serves him right I say."

"Do you think Pansy Parkinson is Death Eater too?" Harry asked suddenly.

Ron snorted. "No way," he exclaimed. "She is only our age. What could she do? Cooking for You Know Who?"

"Yes," Hermione nodded. "I doubt that Voldemort would accept Pansy as Death Eater. However, I think that you need to be careful. She might try to curse you, Harry." She warned.

"She already did that before," Ron said, grumbling.

"Yes. Well, no more conversation about Parkinson. We should concentrate on our homework." Hermione stated.

Harry and Ron groaned but began to do their homework. After all, they were acquainted well with her behavior now. One hour later, they had finished and ready to leave the library. On his way out, Harry saw Pansy there sitting on the corner with Graham Montague, another Slytherin student. He looked fine now compared to the last year after Fred and George pushed him into the vanishing cabinet. Dismissing it as something normal, Harry didn't think about it again.

The next day, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to the Great Hall together. They just sat down when a delivery owl landed in front of Hermione, bringing Daily Prophet to her.

"So, what news today?" he asked. Maybe there was some information but Harry didn't expect Hermione to go pale. "Hermione?"

"Death Eaters attacked Millennium Bridge," she whispered in shock.

"What? Let me see that," he snatched the paper and began reading.

Death Eaters Attack!

Yesterday, the Death Eaters attacked Millennium Bridge, resulting hundreds of injured Muggles. Amazingly, there was no deaths. The Death Eaters were led by Bellatrix Lestrange, who a few months ago, infiltrated the Ministry of Magic. However, they escaped when the Aurors, led by Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of Auror, showed up. Is this attack a beginning of You Know Who's terror?

"Bloody hell!" Ron swore. He had read the paper from Harry's shoulder. Next to him, the Great Hall was in uproar. Other students had read the news as well.

Was this what Lucius tried to tell him? That Voldemort now shifted his focus to the Muggle world? Harry doubt this would be the last. No, Voldemort would strike again. Harry was certain of it.

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Days passed and Saturday came. Harry anxiously waited for an opportunity to meet Lucius again. He wanted to question the man. When he arrived at the Malfoy townhouse, Lucius was already waiting for him.

"Welcome, Princess," the man drawled upon seeing him.

"Is this what you mean with Voldemort planning something?" he asked without preamble. "That he plan to attack the Muggle world?"

Lucius raised his eyebrow. "Do mind your manners." He said icily.

Harry glared at him. "Just answer my question!" he snapped.

"Children nowadays…what they teach in school these days," Lucius said sarcastically. "But to answer your question, Princess, you have to look at the bigger picture."

"What?" Harry said, bewildered. "What do mean?"

Lucius' expression turned cold. "Do not forget your position. You're here now because you wish to learn Occlumency which I graciously offered to teach you."

Harry opened his mouth to argue that it was Lucius who ordered him to come there but the man ignored him.

"Because you couldn't even tell the difference between a dream and reality and that nearly cost you the life of your godfather and friends."

Harry hated Lucius so much now. Why he had to bring that topic?

"Also, the fact that you're all alone here. I could always capture you and deliver you to the Dark Lord. Or…" Lucius smirked coldly, "shall I kill now you?"

Harry paled. Oh shit! It was true. He was alone there, with Lucius Malfoy. What if Lucius decided to kill him? What if Lucius decided he had enough and better to hand Harry to Voldemort? Where was the escape?

Lucius must have read his mind because the man expression that was so cold a second ago now looked amused. "Do not worry, Princess, I shan't do anything to you…yet."

How could Lucius say things like that? Argh! Harry was frustrated. He could die because of coronary attack if the man kept switching personality. There was no need of Voldemort anymore.

"Now, let's assume our lesson, shall we? Legilimens!"

After two hours, their Occlumency lesson was over. Harry was very tired at the mental onslaught but he was getting better now. Lucius had told him that instead of protecting his mind and kept it empty like Snape told him, Harry had to project a layer of fake memory or unimportant memory so Voldemort wouldn't get suspicious, which truly made sense. Lucius was a good teacher although Harry would never ever admit it to the man's face.

"Now," Lucius was already standing in front of him. "let's move to other lesson, shall we?" With that, the man leaned down and kissed him.

Harry returned the kiss. Things escalated and he found himself on the bed with Lucius but as the man began kissing his neck, whatever thoughts he had disappeared from his mind.

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Harry turned over in the bed. It was soft and warm. He wanted to sleep longer but he had to go back to Hogwarts before people began looking for him. His clothes were folded neatly in the chair next to the bed. Lucius was nowhere to be seen. Harry got dressed and went to the dining room. He already memorized the lay out of the house now. When he arrived, the dining room was empty. No Lucius there. And the arrangement in the table was only for one person. There were corn soup, baked salmon, salad, his favorite treacle tart and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice with tall glass next to it. Harry was confused.

Pop!

Tobby showed up. "Master Lucius has left. Master Lucius is busy." The house elf informed him.

"Uhm…thanks Tobby," Harry said.

"Please eat the lunch, Master Harry," Tobby said. "Then Master can leave. Master Lucius also gives that to Master Harry."

Harry saw the note lie on the table and read it. Remember to look at the bigger picture, Princess.

Author's Note:

Hi. It's me again. Thanks for reading the fic and please give me reviews. And don't worry of course Lucius and Harry will end up with each other.
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