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Poisonous Kiss	By : enchanted_nightingale Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 23839 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: Book 4

Pairs:Harry/Lucius

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

Chapter Seven

Bill Weasley had discovered early on in his life that observation brought results. He paid attention to class and he got good grades. He paid attention on the job and he saved his neck so often that he was actually known as 'Lucky Will' to his colleagues. He was proud of the nick name too. So when his younger brother's best friend returned to the tent half an hour later, looking slightly better, but still pale, and sporting a hickey, Bill Weasley leapt to his feet.

"We are out of Butterbeer," he declared. "I'll go buy some! Harry, you help me," he said, snatching the slender teen's hand and pushing Harry out of the magical tent before the rest of the Weasley's plus one Hermione Granger had any chance to see the green eyed Gryffindor or protest that they really were not out of drinks.

Harry was spluttering at the way the eldest Weasley son was manhandling him.

"Bill? What are you doing? Let go!"

"Keep quiet and follow me lead Harry, lest you want the rest of the brood to see those lovely teeth marks on your neck."

The red head felt Harry's struggling stop and he pulled the teen to a huge tent that was actually a portable pub with many private booths.

Harry's head was swirling with thoughts and emotions. His return from the Quidditch stadium had not been easy. The teen considered taking a long stroll, just until he could get his emotions under control and his head cleared but he did not want to be any later than he already was. The last thing he needed was to upset the Weasley's who had been so kind to him. He found the tent easily enough and as soon as he entered the curse breaker of the family noticed him.

When Bill came and grabbed him Harry was surprised and annoyed by the sudden action. The teen was thirsty and tired and what he wanted was a good cry and a nap. But he found himself being hauled out of the tent while Bill muttered some nonsense to the people inside.

"Bill? What are you doing? Let go!" Harry demanded, trying to shake Bill's hold from his arm.

The older wizard held on and continued guiding him through the thick crowds of celebrating witches and wizards.

"Keep quiet and follow my lead Harry, lest you want the rest of the brood to see those lovely teeth marks on your neck."

Harry felt his heart skip a beat. That was the last thing he had expected to hear… from anyone really. The Gryffindor fought down the urge to reach for his neck and the spot Lucius' teeth had marked. The teen's mind blanked out after that and let Bill do his thing. He never realized they left the open fields, never registered that a tent could actually house an entire pub. The youth blinked out of his stupor only after Bill had forced a hot mug in his hands.

"Warm chocolate with a little kink," the redhead told him. "Liquid courage," he clarified. "Drink up." He raised his own glass of fire whiskey in salute and nodded to Harry.

The teen considered it and started sipping. He was quiet for a while and only when Bill cleared his throat did he look up.

"Um…"

Bill sighed. "Harry, I'm not judging you. I learned how to hide teeth marks at twelve."

Harry made a choking sound but Bill decided not to focus on that and instead plod on.

"I am not asking you anything save to let me help. I doubt Hermione or my little brother would be of any assistance and while you know the twins…"

Harry grimaced.

"Yes, not the best people for this task. And Percy… I'll leave it here, okay?"

The younger wizard nodded.

"Okay, you are in a relationship, and I'm guessing you would like for those lovely marks to vanish?"

"Um, yes, please."

Bill whispered a spell and glamour did just what Harry had wanted. "There, all done. There's also a special cream you could use. For now, I'll lend you mine as I believe that was not a one time occurrence."

"It's not," Harry agreed. He timidly lifted his head. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Bill smiled. "Especially in front of my mother. Even if you're old and grey."

Harry giggled and the redhead laughed.

"Feeling better?"

The green eyed teen sighed. "Yes, loads. Thank you Bill. Mm, are you sure you are not curious?"

"Of course I am! But I learned not to be nosy."

Harry worried his lower lip, drank some hot chocolate and repeated those two actions for as long as he pondered the newest development in his life. The teen still felt raw inside after the rollercoaster of emotions he had experienced earlier. A headache was building and Harry just felt tired, almost resigned. He really wanted help and Lucius Malfoy was not the person to turn to. However, the more he stayed in this Weasley's presence the more he liked Bill and the more he trusted the curse breaker. Harry never realized how he reached the conclusion he did but when he next met Bill's eyes the decision was there. The dam had broken.

"I am seeing someone," Harry softly admitted. "He… well, it's a man. And he's older than me, much older."

Bill hardly blinked. "Hm, the twins mentioned your relatives. Homosexuality is not viewed down upon in the magical communities. Rest assured that no wizard shall scorn you for that. The older bit… Is it a seventh year?"

Harry shook his head.

"Older?" Bill asked.

"Much older," Harry whispered.

Bill sipped some of his alcohol and set the glass down before staring at the teen seriously.

"Harry, how much older is this guy? Twenty? Twenty five?"

The teen swallowed. "Older."

Bill's face darkened. "Harry…"

"He… We haven't done anything, not really. The first time he kissed me. It was an accident, I swear! And then after that… He merely kisses and caresses me, sends me letters, poems, gifts."

"Harry, that's practically molestation," Bill said with as much calm as he could muster.

"But he hasn't! Not really! And… well, there's this magic that flows in me whenever he touches me, even when he kisses my lips and I… Oh, Bill, I have no idea what to do! And, oh Merlin, he's married. And she's so pretty! And he has a son and… Oh, what am I doing?"

Bill reached and squeezed Harry's hand as the teen practically shook with sobs that wanted to escape him. While the booth had small privacy charms it was still a very public place. Even if they could not be overheard someone might still see and the last thing the poor kid needed was nagging. Then Bill's observation skills kicked in and you could see in his face he made the connection from Harry's admittedly too vague blabbering.

"Harry? That man of yours, does he happen to be blond?"

A nod.

"And has a son your age in Slytherin?"

Another nod, this one slower.

"And is he by any chance Lucius Malfoy?"

No nod this time, but the shaking continued and Harry averted his gaze.

"I need a stronger drink," Bill decided, "Or at least half a bottle of this one before I can start thinking straight again."

"I…"

"Not a word Harry." Seeing the youth's stricken expression Bill allowed for a faint smile, masking the turmoil he felt. "Not judging you, remember? I just need to think a bit. Are you feeling hungry? I could do with something salty, goes well with chocolate too."

"I guess?"

"Good! I'll order fish and chips then, and a Butterbeer to go with it. And then I want you to tell me everything, right from the start, okay?"

"Okay," Harry agreed.

"Good lad."

The finished off meals, the half empty bottle of whiskey and empty Butterbeers was all that lay on the table after Harry was finished telling him about the incident that turned his life around. Bill was still having trouble wrapping his mind around all this. Some things hardly surprised him, like Malfoy pulling such a shoddy act to ruin his father, or Harry rushing in to save the day. Others left him stunned. Really? A basilisk in a school? Slytherin really was mad. And Harry, that boy could never get a break, could he. Well, at least now Bill knew.

Sex magic. Who would have thought? It was so rare these days and that branch of magic was almost forgotten save for the few wizards and witches that researched obscure branches of magic and the even fewer that could actually practice it, knowingly or not. Bill only knew about this topic because he had seen references of this in some of the pyramids that he was exploring. He almost missed the signs Harry described but that observation skill kicked in again. And that was where Bills troubled thoughts started.

"Bill?" the teen hesitantly called his name.

"Sex magic," he told Harry.

"What?"

"Sex magic," Bill repeated. "That's what I think about the feeling and rush of energy you described."

"Is that even possible?" Harry wondered.

"You'd be surprised by the possibilities and impossibilities of magic," the redheaded wizard admitted. "But yes, sex magic is possible and a branch of magic so obscure its almost forgotten nowadays."

"How… I mean…"

"I'm not a practitioner," Bill told him. "I have yet to meet a suited match but a wizard can hope. You are both lucky and well…"

"Don't say it," the teen sullenly muttered.

"Right."

"So, sex magic. That refers to sex?"

Bill twirled the last few drops remaining in his glass. "Hardly. It's much more than the act of sex. You are still a virgin, am I right?"

Harry blushed so deeply and so red that Bill for a while wondered whether they were related.

"I am," the Gryffindor mumbled.

"See, that's not what that magic branch is about though the actual act will be magical, literally in your occasion."

Bill was ready to explain more when the screaming started.

"What on Earth?" the curse breaker wondered.

Harry perked up as well. "It's coming from outside."

"Stay here," Bill told the younger wizard. "I'll go check and be right back."

"It must be bad," Harry muttered, pointing at the paling wizards around them.

"Wand out," Bill said immediately.

Harry fumbled around for it. "It's no longer in my pocket!" he panicked.

"Perhaps it fell?"

"Not possible," Harry insisted.

Bill handed his own wand to the teen. "Summon it. The spell is 'Accio' and the move is this," he said, showing the wand movement. "And a tip, you have to really, really want your wand."

Harry nodded, accepting the offered wand. When he cast the spell, he shut his eyes, really hoping for his wand to return to him.

"Accio," the teen muttered. He felt magic rush from his core to the borrowed wand and the spell was cast.

"Good," Bill approved. "Now we wait."

"But the underage magic…"

"Won't be detected," Bill smirked. "Not when there's another wizard, an adult, in the vicinity. And here there are thousands." He winked at Harry.

A minute later a piece of wood came flying towards Harry's hand and the youngest Seeker in a century caught his holly and phoenix wand and it was back in his hand.

"Wow! It worked!"

Bill chuckled. "Good. Now," he took his wand back, touched the tip to Harry's wand and murmured a spell in a language Harry knew it was not Latin.

"What was that?"

The curse breaker smirked. "Better keep this a secret Harry. I just cast a spell to wipe your wand history clean. Just to be safe, hm?"

"Thanks."

"Never mind. Wand out and stick close to me."

"Shouldn't we go back to the tent?" Harry asked.

"No. They might have already left and we should not double back for nothing. Come on."

Three hours later Harry and Bill arrived via Apparition to the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley had been frantic and tackled her eldest son upon seeing him.

Harry had stuck close to Bill after leaving the pub and they both joined the crowd outside, just in time to see the hooded flying figures spread havoc and panic.

"Death Eaters," the curse breaker hissed with hate.

"Voldemort's followers?" Harry asked with alarm. "And are those people in the air?"

"Sick bastards," Bill angrily muttered.

"Bill!" Harry urgently shook the curse breaker's sleeve.

"Fuck!" the wizard cursed. "They started a fire."

"Why doesn't anyone put it out?"

Bill squinted. "Damn Fiendfire. Won't stop till it has consumed everything."

Harry paled. "Are they crazy?"

"Quite possibly," Bill agreed. "Come on. There are Aurors over there and that redhead is my father."

Harry followed. Indeed it had been Arthur Weasley with a squadron of Aurors and other Ministry employees and to Harry's shock Lucius Malfoy himself. The green eyed wizard tried not to stare at the blond at all and stuck close to Bill and his father. There they had learned that Arthur had sent the kids with the twin's home to the Burrow and Bill was to take Harry back with them but first they needed all the wands available to contain the Fiendfire. Bill had agreed readily to help and promised to keep an eye on Harry too.

"I would need an assistant," Bill mentioned to his father in front of Bartemious Crouch and the Aurors.

The adult wizards considered the Boy Who Lived.

"Permission granted for a few hours," a tall, chocolate skinned man replied.

"Shacklebolt!" Crouch yelled.

"We need all available wands. I believe Potter to be sensible and since Curse Breaker Weasley vouches for him as an adult then I see no trouble trusting him to help," the Auror stated.

Bill nodded his thanks and took Harry by the shoulder steering him to the spot pointed to. Bill started explaining the containment spells to the teen as they went. That was the reason why Harry was exhausted. He let Molly push him towards the table and he and Bill were presented with plates full of food before the other occupants of the Burrow gathered around them, full of questions.

"Where did you go?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah mate!" Ron cried. "We had plenty of Butterbeer."

"My mistake then," Bill cut in. "And what trouble! We were waiting in the lines for a long while and just before reaching the register the attack started."

"Oh, Bill!" Molly sighed. "You got caught up in that! My baby!"

All the Weasley's rolled their eyes, Charlie in particular mockingly mouthing 'baby' to his older brother. Bill glared but kept quiet.

"What kept you?" the dragon handler asked then.

"They cast Fiendfire," Bill darkly replied.

Charlie grimaced. Percy paled. The younger kids looked a bit lost and Molly started ranting again about Death Eaters and her son.

"And where were you too?" Molly stopped mid rant to ask.

"Helping the Aurors contain it," Bill cheekily replied.

"What!" His mother yelled. "You… Harry was there too! Bill!"

"Oh, it was okay," Harry assured her. "Bill is a great Curse Breaker and there were many Aurors."

"What about underage magic?" Hermione demanded.

"When imminent danger is at hand, laws about secrecy matter little," Percy told her.

Hermione, Ron and Ginny were gaping at Percy.

"What? It's stated clearly in the laws! Says so too in the Hogwarts Holiday Handbook!" Percy defended himself.

The Twins cracked up while Hermione looked determined to find that handbook and read it thoroughly.

Molly started ranting again and Bill continued eating the food she had given him. Harry followed his lead and only when Arthur Weasley returned some two hours later they managed to escape the Weasley matron.

"We'll talk," Bill promised Harry. "And I'll explain everything to you. And by the way, he's a nice catch."

Harry blushed redder than a tomato and the curse breaker started laughing delighted at his embarrassment.

End of chapter

A/N: Bill has no feelings for Harry, not romantic ones at least. He is a caring adult and a confidant for Harry and that alone, a friend too. Nothing else. It is a Harry/Lucius story. Bill will find his match in later chapters.
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