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Anyone On The Line?	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 14796 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don´t own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I simple play with him for fun and no profit.

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AN: Phew, having three kids under 5 years old, a house, working 48 hour week is kind of time consuming! I finally have time to post - sorry for the delay. Love you all!

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January went by quickly and soon it was mid-February already, and Harry and his friends were quite busy with their homework. On top of that Harry was captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year, so one could say that his schedule was fairly booked.

He didn´t mind much, because it kept his mind from wandering off, to think off him. Not to mention the aching he felt deep within whenever the blonde male preoccupied his mind.

At first, it had been purely curiosity for Harry. He had discovered he could be attracted to another man sexually, not to mention act on it.

Then he had realized, that he actually enjoyed being with another male, Lucius to be exact. The man was magnificent on a dancefloor, extremely sexy, handsome and knew what he was doing, that much was certain.

Harry was no stranger to the saying wanting makes the heart ache. He had felt pretty much nothing else growing up at the Dursleys. He had watched Dudley with his new toys, using his computer and getting new clothes whenever he wanted them, and treating them all like they meant nothing. Dudley had obviously taken them for granted, and Harry had been nothing short of jealous. He knew he would have never been that careless with new things, should he have received them in the first place.

He knew the feeling better than anyone else; wanting something so bad that he could think of nothing else, and wishing for nothing else. And he would do anything to get it.

That´s how he felt right now about kissing Lucius fucking Malfoy.

Harry had raked his brain numerous times about why the blonde didn´t want to kiss him when he had tried to. When Harry had contentiously come up blank he had been so desperate for answers, answers he couldn´t possible ask Lucius for, that he had asked Neville if there was some pureblood rule about kissing. Maybe you must be married, what did Harry know? Or maybe be betrothed at least. When Neville had frowned at Harry´s questions but been patient while answering, that no, there was no such custom, it had made Harry´s heart drop.

Harry had sought out Neville again later that week for more answers. Was it not proper for a pureblood to kiss in public, or in a public place, even when apparently alone? Once more, Neville had been a great friend and simply smiled gently and said there were no rules about that either. However, someone like Malfoy might not want to make anything public. After all, nobody had ever seen him being affectionate with Draco´s mother. Maybe that was simply Lucius´ way? Harry had blushed crimson when realizing that Neville knew of whom he referring to.

Of course, Neville would know, Harry cursed to himself feeling stupid.

The idea that made Harry´s inside ache the most was the fact that maybe Lucius was refusing because he would have to care enough about Harry to want to kiss him. To Harry kissing was no big deal really. Kissing was a part of being intimate with someone, a way to show your attraction. To Lucius it appeared to mean more.

Harry shouldn´t have cared as much as he did, clearly. It seemed so wrong when the two men had nothing in common whatsoever. Even if Harry should wish for something more with Lucius, the man would never agree. Harry was 31 years younger, inexperienced in most aspects, immature sometimes still, and impulsive. He might be a powerful wizard now, straight after killing Voldemort, but what would he be years down the road, when nobody thought that was something to place Harry on a pedestal over anymore? Sure, Harry was a spectacular flier and Quidditch player, but what did that really mean out there in the real world? Even though Harry enjoyed the sport now, he didn´t see himself going pro, he wasn´t that good. And he preferred to keep it at a childish game level. And for exercise.

And he couldn´t exactly take up a career as a hitman, could he. He wasn´t even that good at killing. Mostly, because he had no evil bone in him, but also, because Voldemort died from a damn disarming spell, at the end Harry couldn´t get the killing curse to exit his mouth. Luckily the git still managed to die though. So, it was all good.

To sum it all up, Harry had nothing to offer a man like Lucius Malfoy. No special talent, no intelligent conversation skills, he was pretty sure his sexual experience would bore the shit out of Lucius eventually. He was rich, but so was the blonde. He was also only a half blood, and reckless most days.

But all of that didn´t matter much to Harry.

He still wanted Lucius, so badly he thought of him when wanking each night behind closed curtains before bedtime. He had tried to text Lucius a couple of times but ended up erasing the text before pressing the send button, because everything seemed dumb coming from his mouth. Of course, it would have been all too easy to write something sexually provocative for Harry, but it just didn´t feel right anymore. Not after he realized that he wanted Lucius for more than that.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted Lucius.

Screw his wealth or his pureblood status. Harry was attracted sexually to the man. And he was pretty sure if he was given the chance that he could easily fall for the man´s personality too.

Lucius has shown his bravery during the war by switching sides. He had chosen to risk his own life while spying to ensure his family could live on in a world free from a Dark Lord´s clutches. Risking his family’s lives in the process was not something Lucius chose, but Narcissa and Draco had chosen to stand by Lucius on their own. Draco never wanted to be a death eater in the first place. And Narcissa never wanted that for her son, let alone for her husband. But Lucius had made the mistake to join Voldemort at a young age, and was too much of a coward in the first war to do anything about it.

There were of course those, who claimed Lucius had done it for fame, or even power. Harry had snorted at both suggestions. What good would those do the man if he was dead? A Slytherin was cunning and would save himself every chance he got. For Harry, the only options were, either Lucius was scared of a world where Voldemort would be in charge if the dark side had won the war, which seemed only fair, because they all were. Or he had loved his wife and son enough to risk his own life to make up for his mistakes in the past, to ensure they lived through the war unharmed.

It made Harry want the man even more.

Harry had been brave because there was no choice. There was nobody else. It was his burden to bear, and so he did. And during the past 3 weeks without any contact with Lucius, where Harry had thought about Lucius and what kind of man he was over and over again, this was the conclusion he had come to. Because everyone else´s theory made no sense at all.

Of course, Lucius would want fame and power. He was a Malfoy after all. But how could he gain that from being buried ten feet underground? He obviously couldn´t. He would want to harvest what he sowed.

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*BIIB BIIB*

It was Friday afternoon and the last class had just been cancelled because their DADA was sick with the wizard´s flu. Harry reached inside his pants for his phone, he only knew of two people that would text him. And they both used to make his life hell and hate him. He snorted at the idea.

Dudley was on vacation currently with his girlfriend, so he knew it could only be Lucius. He sighed before flipping open the phone brazing himself for the worst. It had been almost four entire weeks since he last saw the blonde, and neither had contacted each other in the meantime. Harry had wanted to many times though.

“Had to order new phone. Apparently, it won´t function in water.”

Harry attracted some attention for laughing out loud. He got up from the chair by the fire, and walked to his room and lay down on his bed while typing.

“Could have sent an owl.” It was risky replying that to a man like Lucius, who wouldn´t like the demanding tone, Harry was sure. But he had fucking missed hearing from him.

*BIIB BIIB*

“Returned from Sweden.
A tutor was found dead and the law enforcement had to rule out foul play, which they did.
Had to hire the replacement and that alone took three weeks.”

Huh, that was a valid enough reason for not being in touch. Very valid indeed.
“Hope everything went as well as it could, considering?” Harry pushed his luck at getting to know the blonde a little more. He had already written something non-sexual after all.

*BIIB BIIB*

“Yes. Thank you for asking.
Have you been a good boy? Sleeping with your hands above the covers?”

Harry groaned and tapped the phone gently to his forehead while thinking up his response. His stomach growled and he realized he had missed lunch today. He stood with his phone in hand still thinking as he worked his way towards the kitchens. He didn´t need his invisibility cloak during the day, he just needed to mind if anyone was around when he entered. “Why would I when you make such good wanking material?” He would rather be writing dirty to Lucius than not writing to him at all.

*BIIB BIIB*

“I wish I could see that. You´re a sight when aroused. Especially when you come.”

“Maybe if you´re lucky you get to see it again.” Harry was quick to respond while walking towards the food he craved for.

*BIIB BIIB*

“I would hope so. Next Hogsmeade is in 1 week from now. Meet me.”

Harry wanted to say no. He wanted Lucius to wait for him now. Just like he had waited for Lucius. But he didn´t dare it in the end, if the blonde didn´t react like Harry wanted to. What if he only said okay and it was fine? “Sure. When?”

“BIIB BIIB”

“I own a small apartment on Charing Cross Road number 8. It´s above the Herbs´ store, green building. Saturday at four.”

Harry blushed, he was going to be all alone with Lucius? “Oughf,” Harry stumbled and dropped his phone as he walked straight into someone deeply buried in his own world. “S-sorry, didn´t see y-“ Harry´s eyes met familiar grey ones, “Malfoy.”

Perfect sneer in place the blonde answered, “Potter,” in the same disdainful way he always had. “What´s this, didn´t know the Potthead could afford one.” Malfoy reached for Harry´s phone before he could himself and Harry freaked out.

“Give it back!” He went for the device but the blonde was taller and Harry cursed. “Malfoy. That´s mine.”

Malfoy smirked, “Is it now? I remember finding it here.”

Harry thought up something quickly, like any Gryffindor would have. “Fine, but don´t come running to me crying if you stumble across the pictures on it.”

Malfoy´s face lit up in superior joy, “What pictures, Potter? These I´ve got to see.” He flipped open the phone and found that Harry had no code on it. Harry cursed to himself and swore to change that as soon as he got it back.

Harry played it cool and crossed his arms. “I especially enjoy the one your father sent me of his dick.” Malfoy froze and his head snapped upwards.

“That´s disgusting, Potter. Don´t speak of my father in that way!”

“If you don´t believe, then by all means.” He gestured to the phone and Malfoy seemed to contemplate some while staring down Harry as if trying to read him. His logic told him that there was no way Potter could have that kind of picture of his father. However, the way Potter had said it, made him think that the Gryffindor might have pictures of other males´ private parts. And he for one, did not want to see that.

“You´re pathetic, Potter.” He said and thrust the phone back to the dark-haired male. “And I meant it, stop saying crap like that about my father!” Harry breathed out a sigh of relief as the Slytherin pushed past him.
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