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The Tale of One Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy	By : zeldaofarel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 27842 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9: The Morning After
Lucius was dreaming. In his dream he felt the happiest ever. Life was so much simpler than ever before. All his burdens were gone and all he needed to do was just enjoy. He knew all this in his dream as he was sitting on a bench in a park. Actually, as he took in his surroundings, it wasn't a park, but his gardens around Malfoy Manor. He was back in his ancestral home. While before the great fields and the tall mansion always filled him with a sense of responsibility and anguish at living up to the Malfoy name, in his dream all these were gone. He was relaxed and just enjoyed the sun beating down on him.
He wondered how he could feel such calm when his eyes really took in what was before him. There on the lawn were two children playing. One was bigger with dark hair, the other smaller with blonde hair. They had their backs to him and he couldn't see them properly. They were looking at something in one of the bushes and conversing in hushed tones with each other. He couldn't even tell if they were boys or girls. However, looking at them his heart expanded to large proportions and filled with such love as he had never felt before. They were his children, he knew that.
"Lucius!" he looked around the garden, wondering who was calling his name.
"Lucius!" with that he felt himself being shaken awake. That was a very rude wake-up; he thought to himself and part of his mind was valiantly fighting to go back to the wonder of his dream. Still, he knew now that it was His Master who was calling to him and he dared not keep his eyes closed.
Once he did open them, he was looking into a pair of jade-green orbs that were rather big.
"Finally, Lucius, I thought you'd never wake up," Master Potter frowned down at him.
"I'm sorry Sir," he apologised hastily.
"You were smiling. It seemed like you were having a very good dream. Well, I would not have wakened you, if it wasn't almost time for us to get up."
Lucius stared at him, but quickly caught himself. His Lord was acting differently that morning. He had lost some of his cool and heartless demeanour.
"What exactly happened to the Weasleys?" he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Harry Potter sighed and flopped back on the bed. He was staring at the ceiling for a while and Lucius hoped he wasn't going to be mad at him. After last night he especially didn't want to be thrown out of the bedroom.
"Death Eaters attacked the Burrow, their house. After Dumbledore's death the group he had gathered to fight Voldemort fell apart. I didn't mind, they weren't doing much good anyway. I had already started organising my own group within that one," he sighed a little. "I tried to take the more useful people in and among them were the Weasleys. True, my methods weren't the ones of Albus Dumbledore, nor were my goals. I thought they'd understand. They were purebloods. Besides, Hermione's with me," he frowned, clearly still not understanding whatever it was that the Weasleys did. Lucius only needed to wait to find out and he listened to the Young Man with interest. "So when I told Ron and the others about my plans for defeating Voldemort and after, they yelled at me that I had become a Slytherin. Well, actually it was Ron who did the yelling, the others just looked at me with animosity. Mrs. Weasley quietly asked me to leave the house and never return. I'll never understand why they turned me down. Anyway, it doesn't matter now. They were all there last night, even Percy. They were celebrating Charlie's engagement to some Romanian witch. The wards were so weak, the Death Eaters brought them down within seconds and there were at least 50 who overran them. No one survived," Lucius noticed a single tear appear in Harry's eye, but was quickly wiped away. "They managed to take down a couple of Death Eaters though," he smiled slightly at that.
Lucius didn't know how to react. His Master was obviously in pain over the events, but Lucius himself couldn't really care. He always knew the Weasleys were fools. For one, they were having an army of kids and no means to support them. Also, even though they were purebloods, they had no class, no rearing and the head of the family was obsessed with Muggle gadgets. He had to admit he didn't mind the whole Muggle bit, especially now that he got to know Melinda. However, he couldn't stand people who could not give their children a proper upbringing and would let them carry about in Diagon Alley like a parcel of parentless brats. He remembered how his Draco would walk down the street even as a little boy with dignity and presence. He was always so proud of his son, though he never told him. He hoped that one day he could. He woved that once he saw Draco again, he would waste no time in telling him.
"Ok Lucius, you can tell me what you think," Lord Potter spoke up once the quiet became too much.
"You know I never liked the Weasleys too much," he admitted. After all, it was never a secret. "I can't really feel sorry for their deaths. It's indifferent for me. I can see that it does hurt you however," he quickly glanced towards His Master, hoping that the last bit didn't offend him. The younger man just nodded. "Still, they were fools not to follow you and also because their wards weren't set up better. Maybe they should have gone into hiding and not gather in large numbers as if it was peace-time. However, they did make me think of my own son and I realised I've never told him just how proud of him I was. I should have kept Voldemort away from him and I would have, if I hadn't been captured in the Ministry. That was my mistake. Also, not standing beside you after the duel in the cemetery was another mistake. However, I am only human," he finished. He never meant to say so much, but these things have been on his mind.
Lord Potter was just looking at him quietly, seemingly observing his words.
"You are right about the Weasleys," he admitted. "About your son, so far I have not had a chance to free him. When I do, he will be brought here. Then you can see him and if he wants to join us, he will. If not, he'll be kept here until the final defeat of Voldemort. I never liked him, but that doesn't matter. You are a good pet, Lucius, and you have made yourself valuable to me. In exchange I will help your son," he was looking deep into the blue eyes of Lucius as he said these, lying on his side. One hand was absent-mindedly playing with the long blond locks.
"I aim to please you, Master," he said it with meaning. "I just wish that some day you will trust me enough so that I can stand next to you in battle."
Master Potter arched an eyebrow at that statement. His hand never stopped its own amusement.
"You would risk your life for me?" his voice was hard, demanding the truth.
"That's so much unlike you, Lucius. It's almost ... Gryffindorish," Potter was frowning at him by then.
"A Slytherin doesn't always just care for himself. It is possible to be concerned for family members or very close friends. In a way you are my family member. With the oath you became the head of the Malfoy House. However, it is not only that. I care for you, Master, personally. ..." He stopped himself at that point. He was saying too much. His Lord was right. He was not behaving like himself. Azkaban had practically stripped him of even his own person and since then he was being built up again. He would never be the same. A part of him was bothered by it, then the long-buried part was rejoicing at being given an opportunity to come forth.
"Very well, Lucius. We'll see how things work out and if all is good than in a few months I'll have a wand made for you and you may join my training. That is, if I am satisfied by every aspect of your actions," at this Lord Potter gave him a knowing grin and trailed the hand that had been in his hair down his torso.
Lucius returned the grin which was quickly wiped away by a moan as His Master lowered his head to take between his teeth one of the older man's perfect pink nipples. They were rather late that morning.
* * *
After that night Lucius didn't expect anything to be different from before, but it was. His Master no longer sent him back to his room after their activities, but rather wanted him to sleep there. The thin form of the young man would lie next to him each night, sometimes even place his head on his chest and surround him. Other times it was the older man who was in that position and after sex they would just lay there, Lord Potter playing with his hair.
That quickly became a habit. Potter would play with his hair even outside the bedroom, sometimes rolling the soft gold between his fingers while they were discussing Wizarding traditions in the afternoons.
Lucius enjoyed the sleeping arrangements. His dreams were much more pleasant as well, though never sexual. All that he ever dreamed about in the bed of His Master were the two children from the first night. He saw them play in the Malfoy gardens, swim in the pools. Sometimes they could also shop in Diagon Alley, the two of them behaving perfectly on such occasions. The older, dark-haired one was a boy as he discovered, the younger was a girl. He didn't learn their names, but a part of his mind knew them. They were always at the tip of his tongue at waking, but the two words never found their way out. It was a bit frustrating, but he hoped sooner or later he would just say them. Still, they were the happiest dreams he ever had and every night he could hardly wait to be there again.
Two months passed this way. Two happy months. He was seldom tied down or restrained otherwise during sex. Their encounters were passionate, but about giving as much as getting. Lucius could almost call them making love.
The easy days were brought to an end however, when one day Lupin returned a bit bloodied, but otherwise all right from one of the secret missions Lord Potter sent him from time-to-time. Lucius was just going up to his room. It was almost time for bed, when there was a banging on the door. Severus quickly rushed to it as he was just exiting the kitchen with a bit of warm milk in Hermione's mug. He asked for a password and when it was given to him satisfactorily, he yanked the large door open. Lupin almost fell through, but Severus caught him, spilling the milk over them both.
"I have it!" the werewolf managed to get out before loosing consciousness.
To be continued...
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