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Scars	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 20250 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I knock on his door gently, in case he is resting, but he answers immediately.

"Come in."

He's sitting in a chair by the window reading a book. Narcissa used to sit in the very same spot and engage in the very same activity. I think it should feel wrong seeing him there, but it doesn't. It makes me miss what I've lost and long for something I shouldn't. It takes me a moment to locate my voice.

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt your reading," He lays the book on the foot of the bed after marking his page.

"No, it's fine. I was just passing the time. How did it go with Draco?" It upsets me that, even though the boy tortured Harry, he still wants to know about Draco.

"He will be okay. It may take some time, but I think, once he understands that he truly isn't coming back here, he will consider getting the help he needs. It is important that I offer my support to him once he chooses to do that. Until then, however, I intend to have little to no contact with him."

"Ummm, I wasn't really asking about Draco. I was wondering how you are doing. I mean, I want him to be okay as well, but I know it has to be hard on you to leave your son like that," Severus' words come back to me, and I search his face for any sign of what the other man saw. There's nothing, he's looking at me now the same way he's been looking at me for the past couple years.

"I'm fine, or I will be. I may be disappointed in my son at the present time, but I have faith in him. He will get better. However, he isn't my concern right now, you are. How are you feeling after your meeting with Severus?"

"Good, he was really very… understanding. I don't think he made one cutting remark, which is saying a lot for him. So yeah, it was good. I am quite hungry though. Do you think we could have some lunch?"

We eat together and I spend the entire meal still searching. Like Severus said, it would not do to make any kind of move on the boy, but I'd like to know if his assessment was accurate. I'm coming to the conclusion that Severus may be a little delusional as well. Sure, Harry says things sometimes that could be taken several different ways, but it's innocent.

After lunch, he retires to his rooms for a nap, and I use the time to take care of some household business. I'm in my study when the first letter arrives. It is a howler, and though Harry is the intended recipient, I open it. I enchant a quill on my desk to make a transcription in case Harry would like to read it later.

You filthy, lying whore. Was this your plan from the beginning? Use me to get to my father, then have me removed from my own bloody home? I spent years taking care of you. Who made sure that you ate after that damned war? Who made sure you slept? Bathed? Who held your bloody hand at all the funerals? Who was there for you during your nightmares, drunken nights, and hangovers? Who protected you from the press? From all of your adoring fans always looking to get a piece of the Boy Who Lived? Who stood by your side when it finally became too much, and you told the whole fucking wizarding world to go to hell?

I loved you, Harry. I fucking loved you, and this is how you repay me? So many times, I asked you, I begged you to confess. I gave you so many chances, and every fucking time you denied it. I knew though, you couldn't hide how you felt. Sometimes you even said his name in your sleep. Do you know how it feels to hear your lover moaning your father's name is his sleep?

He's going to hurt you, Harry. It's what he does best. He was a Death Eater, Harry, he put himself in that position willingly and took my mum and me along with him. He has killed people and he doesn't care. He'll leave you once he's bored with you. Don't expect me to be waiting for you. I'm finished with you Harry. You were never good enough for me anyway.

Finally, the letter tears itself apart and falls to the floor. I look over the parchment on my desk to make sure that the written letter is accurate. I fold it in half and place it in the top drawer of my desk. Harry may very well want to read it, and I won't deny him, but I won't force him either. There are things there that are true and I'm not sure how he would react to hearing it.

I did willingly join the Dark Lord and I didn't, not even once, look back. I did it to protect my family. Maybe I'm a coward, maybe I should have held fast to my morals like James and Lily (and so many others), but my family lived, and theirs did not. I have murdered, in cold blood even, and I do not regret it. The people who have died at the end of my wand may not have deserved it, but with the Dark Lord, it was always a kill or be killed situation. If they hadn't died by my hand, they would have died by someone else's and my family and I would have joined them in death.

I am not proud of many of my choices, but if I had to do it all again, I would do it the same. I am not proud, but I do not regret what saved my wife, my son, and myself. I cannot regret it. I know there was no other option and to feel sorry for what I've done would only drive me mad.

I'm - thankfully - pulled out of the past by Harry clearing his throat at the door, apparently I left it open when I entered.

"Hey," His voice is scratchy from sleep, his usually tousled hair is standing up even more, and his clothes are slightly wrinkled. I could stand to wake up to that every morning.

"Hello, Harry. Did you sleep well?"

"Great, but I was wondering when Snape was going to send the medicines. I'm a little sore and I prefer not to use numbing charms, they make me a little clumsy," I see just how sore he is when he sits on my couch and hisses as his trousers pull tight on his thighs. He doesn't lean back and I know his cuts are probably bothering him even more than the mess on his legs.

"I expect they will arrive sometime after dinner," He nods and bites his lip in an effort to ignore his pain.

"Why don't you go back up to your room. You could get out of your clothes and relieve some of the pressure on them. Did you sleep in your clothes?"

"Yeah, I fell asleep while I was reading. I toss and turn a lot and I think that's why I'm hurting so much. I think some of the scabs may have pulled loose," I despise seeing him in so much agony.

"Go on, Harry. I'll have Pippi bring your dinner as soon as it's ready, and I'll be up with the medicines as soon as Severus sends them," He shakes his head, but it takes him a few seconds before he can respond.

"No, I don't want to eat alone. I'll join you for dinner."

"The dining room chairs are hardly ideal for your current condition. I don't know how you managed before," I won't pretend he hasn't been enduring this for far too long.

"Draco would usually numb me before we came down, I just don't want that right now. It's rather difficult to walk when your legs are partly numb. He would help me down the stairs and into my seat, since he's not here, I'd like to be able to take care of myself," One more puzzle piece slips into place. I'd always thought that Harry was clinging to Draco in a loving manner. I now know it was out of need rather than desire. I hate Draco and myself just a little more.

"Harry, let me numb you, then I will help you to the table or your room, wherever you'd rather eat."

"No, I don't want to be a burden-"

"Harry James Potter! You are not now, nor have you ever been, a burden to me. Now, allow me to assist you," Before he can argue, I've already used a mild numbing charm on him.

"Thank you, Lucius."

"There is absolutely no need to thank me, I owe you much more than this," The grateful smile falls off his face in an instant.

"Is that the reason you're doing this? It's a debt you have to repay?" He's almost disappointed. I feel the need to explain myself, but I do not want to scare him.

"Not exactly, I have other reasons that are entirely my own and I do not wish to share those with you. So, I'll just say that I care about your well-being, and I'll do what needs to be done to make sure that you are healed and cured of all the atrocities my son has inflicted on you," He contemplates my words for a moment. I can almost see the wheels in his head turning. I'm not sure what conclusion he draws, but it's enough to have him holding his hand out for my assistance. I offer it without another word.

Dinner is short and almost completely silent. I'm not sure what's going through his head, but mine is full of him. I have never been as close to him as I was earlier. Sure, I've had my hands on his naked back and chest, but on the way to dinner his side was pressed firmly to mine. I felt every muscle shift as he walked. I felt every breath he breathed. I could even feel his heartbeat through the fabric of our shirts as I lowered him to his chair. It was excruciating. It was incredible. I'm playing a dangerous game, and I'm not sure whether I want to win or lose.

We're just finishing dinner when Pippi enters the room with a package, "Ah, Severus was quicker than I expected."

"Is that it?" He slides his chair back from the table, "Let's go, then, I want this done."

"Just a moment, Severus has sent some instructions," He has concocted a medication that will allow Harry to heal within a few days' time. The application will be painful, though, and that pain will last several hours. Severus has sent a potion for Harry to consume before applying the salve. There is also some scar diminishing cream, but he is not to use that until all of his open wounds are healed. I explain the procedure, as well as the side-effects of the potion.

"So, salve for the next few days, potion that will make me groggy beforehand, then scar cream. Is that right? Oh, and the counter spell as well, can't forget that," It seems he's ready to begin when he stands up and heads toward the stairs on his own.

"Do you need some help, Harry?" I shove the various jars into my pockets and hurry to assist him.

"No, the numbing charm has worn off enough I can walk, but the pain hasn't come back so strong yet," He's still moving slowly, but not nearly as slowly as he was earlier.

I follow closely behind him to his rooms, just in case he needs me. As we enter, he starts trying to remove his clothing. It's a painful process and I can tell it would be easier on him if I were to help. He looks at me gratefully as I lift his shirt gently over his head. I let him unbutton his trousers, and I have every intention of letting him remove them, but he doesn't. He unfastens them and lets his hands fall to his sides.

I know he could do this part on his own, but I don't want to embarrass him by saying it. I also do not want to pass up this opportunity. I hear his breath hitch when my fingers brush his hips as I grip the sides of his trousers. My eyes, which were glued to his chest, fly up to his face. His eyes are closed, and he's biting his lower lip. I keep my eyes on his face as I lower them, slower than is necessary or proper. I allow my fingers to trail down the outside of his legs and he starts to breathe faster. I see a light blush start to form on his cheeks.

Once his trousers are all the way down and I'm kneeling in front of him, I gently cup the back of his calf to indicate he should raise his leg. His body shivers slightly and he grabs the back of a nearby chair as he complies with my wordless command. I let my hand slide down his leg and under his foot, never breaking contact with his skin, and he moans. That one, almost inaudible, sound brings my attention to how tight my own pants have become. He still hasn't opened his eyes, and I let myself linger over his second leg and foot in the same manner.

I expect him to jump away from me after I'm finished, but he doesn't. I lament the fact that his arousal can't manifest itself physically. He is turned on, it's written all over his face. Maybe it's a good thing though, because if he was hard now, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself. I try to tell myself that it's just my gentle touch that has him worked up, but that sounds weak and untrue even in my head.

"Harry, I apologize, I didn't mean to -" He shakes his head and finally opens his eyes. He looks at me for just a split second and then turns and makes his way to the bed.

"Don't, Lucius, please? Can we just do what we have to and then get some sleep?" I want to tell him that we most certainly cannot. I want to make him tell me what's going on in his head. I want to, but I'm not sure if we're ready for that conversation. I'd have to admit how long I've desired him, and I don't think he would handle that very well.

"Sure. I'll need to perform the spell first, then you can take the potion," I quickly do my part, then hand him a cup with a dose of the pain potion.

"Severus said this would affect you quickly. So, once you start feeling the effects, we will apply the medicine," He nods and downs the liquid quickly. The change in him is almost instant. His eyelids start to droop and I can tell he's having difficulty even raising his head.

"Wow, Snape is a genius. This stuff is great," He's grinning stupidly as he says it.

"Yes, well, let's get this medicine on you, then you can sleep," I can see he is in no condition to apply it himself, so I start with the three sets of teeth marks on his legs that were deep enough to bleed. He starts babbling as I'm meticulously applying the salve and trying very hard not to think about who I'm touching and where.

"Ahhhh, feels so good. You have such soft hands, Lucius. Wish my legs weren't so ugly, but if they weren't, you wouldn't be touching them, so maybe it's ok," Severus did not tell me the potion would cause the boy to ramble nonsense.

"Your legs are not ugly, Harry. I do wish they weren't littered with Draco's bite marks, but they are not unattractive, even now," He moans again, but it's louder and a little needier. I'm working on the last bite mark, the one closest to his groin, when he starts talking again.

"Kinda glad he cursed me right now," Though I'd like for him to say why, I'm glad he doesn't. He goes quiet again as I begin working on his chest, but it doesn't last long.

"I love your hands on my chest. I always knew you'd touch me tenderly, or is that only because I'm hurt? I bet you can be rough too, can't you? I like it rough sometimes, not as rough as Draco likes, but still..." It's just the potion making him say such things, I know that, but that doesn't keep my body from reacting. I finish his front as quickly as I can.

"Ok, Harry, roll over and I'll finish and you can get some rest," He chuckles a little as he turns onto his stomach.

"I'll roll over for you anytime, Lucius. Wish my body wasn't defective right now, then you could see how much I want to roll over for you," He's getting bolder every second. As soon as he's on his stomach, his hips pushing rhythmically into the mattress, I hurriedly treat the cuts on his back. I can't stand this much longer.

"You could sleep with me tonight, if you want. I can't… I mean certain parts of me aren't working, but I could still…" I cannot let him finish that sentence.

"Harry, I would never take advantage of you like that. I'm almost done, and then I'll go to my own rooms. Just be as still as you can, please."

"You wouldn't be taking advantage of me, I'm completely willing. I want you to -"

"All done! There should be a noticeable difference by morning," I quickly cap the jar and set it on his table, "I'll see you tomorrow, Harry."

Once again, he reaches out and squeezes my hand three times, but he doesn't let go like he has before.

"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, Lucius. I'm sorry if I've upset you. It's just that, well, you are a very handsome man and I've been lonely for so long -"

"Harry, you haven't upset me. If you still feel like discussing this in the morning, we'll talk. Right now, though, you should rest," I want him, but not like this. Not with a potion causing him to feel like this, and not when I can't ensure his pleasure as well. I'm waiting for him to argue with me, hoping - just a little - that he will, when I hear his first tiny snore. I cover him and quietly leave his room. I need a cold shower and a stiff drink.
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