The spring term of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was about to begin for the Hogwarts students. It had been a little over a week since the Yule Ball that Harry had disappeared from before the end. Harry had said he had gone to bed early and that was it so nobody questioned him. Harry wondered if they would even believe the truth. Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy lovers; the very notion was ridiculous. But it had happened - twice! Ah! Here Harry was thinking about what had happened at the Yule Ball again when he was just trying to get over Lucius Malfoy.
It wasn't like anything could ever happen between them. Harry was the Boy Who Lived who had stopped Voldemort as a baby and thwarted Voldemort's two attempts of returning. Malfoy, on the over hand was a Dark Wizard who had followed Voldemort in the past and had given the diary to Ginny Weasley in attempt to discredit her father and remove Dumbledore from the school. Harry was a fourteen year old boy whilst Lucius Malfoy was about forty years old with a beautiful wife and a fourteenyear old son.
No there was no future between them at all! But Harry couldn't help but hope that maybe one day they would be able to fuck happily again. Lucius Malfoy sure knew what buttons to press to make Harry into a mound of sexual frustration. Why did he want Malfoy so much? He was just an arrogant Pure Blood git like the rest of the Pure Blood supremacists that populated the Slytherin House. Yet another reason why Malfoy wouldn't go for a half blood like him! But then why did Malfoy seek him out at the Yule Ball!
Harry was so confused. He liked Malfoy. But he couldn't like Malfoy. And he couldn't talk to anyone about it because all of his friends were Light wizards and hated the Malfoys so would be disgusted him for even liking Malfoy never mind fucking Malfoy once and being fucked by him another time. So Harry was just left to his confusion all by himself. Sometime life really sucked. He wondered what the Malfoy Lord was doing now before turning away from that line of thought once again. Harry turned back to the rest of the Golden Trio.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were currently sitting in the Great Hall where looking up at the ceiling it seemed it was snowing in the hall but didn't reach their heads. Harry busied himself with his breakfast trying to get his mind off Lucius Malfoy rather unsuccessfully Harry thought. No matter what happened Harry just couldn't forget the handsome, hot, sexy blonde older man that Harry was obsessing over. Harry was buttering his toast when he heard the mail arrive. But didn't look up there wouldn't be any mail for him today, there rarely was.
When Harry had first came to school the only letters he got during term time was from Hagrid because his aunt and uncle hated his guts and had shown it with their fists and frying pan often enough. But Harry had long ago accepted that fact. That didn't mean he was going to go around talking about it especially not to his friends who took things like love and family fore granted and worried about not having enough toys and books. Harry had lived his whole life without either or these things but because he was rich nobody seemed to realise what kind of life he had come from.
It was then that he noticed that an owl had come for him today and didn't look like the kind that Sirius would send. Sirius was one of Harry's few confidants but they had to be careful because otherwise the Ministry would find Harry was in contact with a convict and Harry would be pulled in for questioning over Sirius' whereabouts even if he had no idea where Sirius currently was. Sirius and Harry knew it was best that way in case Harry did get caught. Harry still wished that Sirius had been able to adopt him last year it would be better than remaining with those damn Dursleys.
The owl that had landed in front of Harry was very handsome and looked to be quite expensive. Harry had no idea who would be writing to him and had this owl. It was midnight black just like Harry's bird nest hair which was still in its morning hair shape which Harry didn't bother to brush. There was no point his hair would look the same brushed or not. Harry was surprised to have a letter today. It wasn't Pidgwidgeon that Harry had sent to Sirius. Could Remus Lupin be writing to him? but Harry doubted the unemployed werewolf could afford the owl.
Harry blinked in surprise looking quite stupid as the black owl ruffled its feathers and held out its leg for Harry to take the letter. This unfamiliar owl had come as a massive shock to Harry and had actually managed to sway Harry's thoughts away from Lucius Malfoy; a fact that Harry was glad of. He was staring to think he had a school girl crush on the Malfoy Lord. Harry reached out for the letter pulling the letter of the black owl which flew away back to whoever its master was and then he opened the letter and was about to read it.
But Ron interrupted him before he could even look at the first word, 'who's it from?' demanded Harry's red headed friend not even bothering to look up from his food as he was still chewing his mouthful of bacon.
'Dunno,' Harry truthfully admitted.
'Honestly, Ronald, give him a chance to read it,' Hermione bit out sharply giving Ron an eye roll.
Ron completely ignored Hermione still talking to Harry. 'Well open it then,' Ron snapped impatiently as always.
Hermione who wondered who could possibly be sending Harry letters apart from Sirius realised something distinctly odd was going on so looked up from her book on Human Transfigurations. Hermione watched as Harry began to read the letter that he had just received from the anonymous person. As Harry's eyes slid from the first to line to the second his eyes widened making his bright green eyes look even bigger than normal. There was surprise in those green orbs and something else; something that looked very much like longing.
But longing for what Hermione didn't understand. Who was the letter from? And why did the longing appear all over his face. Because the look of wanting something didn't end in his eyes it travelled all the way over that open face. Was this why Harry had been acting so oddly since November really? Hermione had thought it was nerves about the tournament. But this letter and Harry's facial expressions told her something else was going on. But what Hermione Granger couldn't phantom because the longing that Harry had on his face didn't fit with the scene.
Then she thought about Harry's disappearance from the Yule Ball. Maybe he had a lady friend. But then surely he would have told her at least. Okay Ron might have laughed at him but he was about as evolved as a bacterium so that wasn't anything to worry about. But then if it was girl why hadn't Harry told them? Unless it was a Slytherin Harry was seeing thought Hermione with a sense of unease. But that couldn't be right. Could it? Hermione decided to keep a watch on Harry to see if there was anything suspicious going on then she would act.
Ron, who did not have half the observational skills as Hermione, decided to interrupt Harry's reading for a second time hoping he'd get an answer this time. 'So whose it from?' asked Ron.
'No one,' Harry said too quickly. 'It wasn't for me I'll find McGonagall to get it to the right person.'
Harry said all this in a rush not noticing the stares of two thirds of the Golden Trio and the other Gryffindors around him. Harry then quickly folded up the note making sure to be very careful not to crush any of it or let anyone find it or see any part of what was written on it. Harry sure as hell did not want people knowing who was writing to him. He may be very confused in his feelings but that didn't mean that he was going to let his feelings be known to the world. That would be hugely embarrassing for the both of them.
Ron and Hermione both tried to get Harry to show them the letter and Ron tried to grab the letter off him. Hermione didn't stop him even though it was very rude to take a letter that was personal to someone else whether it was - as Harry claimed but Hermione didn't believe - for an unknown person or a letter he didn't want anyone to know he had. Hermione thought that the idea of it being a very personal letter which added credence to the Secret Girlfriend Theory that she would talk to Ginny about later to see if the thirteen year old had any insight on the matter.
Harry then without a backward glance at her and Ron then stood up with the letter still clasped in his hand. Harry then walked out of the Great Hall leaving his barely touched breakfast at the Gryffindor table where Ron, Hermione and a few of their other friends were busy gaping after Harry Potter who was acting so distinctly odd. Hermione had no idea what was going on with Harry and as she didn't know she somehow doubted that Ron had suddenly wised up and knew exactly what was going on! Hermione had always known that the raven haired boy could be very secretive and didn't like even telling her and Ron things but never to this extent.
Ron proving Hermione's theory that he had no clue what was going on the turned to her. 'What the bloody hell was all that about?' demanded Ron with a puzzled expression on his face.
Hermione didn't like the fact that she knew about as much as Ron Weasley did but still answered her friend truthfully. 'I don't know,' frowned Hermione. 'I just don't know. But he's been acting very odd recently.'
'You can say that again,' Ron said.
Hermione Granger prided herself on being smart and she hated situations where she didn't know things. Situations like this! Hermione hated not understanding anything whether a piece of sixth year transfigurations or how someone was behaving. But Hermione Granger not understanding things didn't happen often. But this was one of those very few and very far between times where Hermione was stumped. Of course, it would be Harry Potter wouldn't it. That boy was quite simply strange to put it mildly.
Not that Hermione would ever tell Harry that as poor boy so desperately longer to be normal that he couldn't see how abnormal he was. Hermione didn't respond to her friends about her lost within her own thoughts on what was going on with Harry. She looked over towards the large, oak doors of the Great Hall where Harry had disappeared through several times. But it was clear that Harry James Potter was long gone. Hermione wondered where Harry had disappeared to and hoped he wasn't doing anything stupid. Hermione hoped that Harry would soon talk to her about what was going on even if that was a long shot; Harry never confided in anyone!
Whilst all this was going through Harry's friend head Harry had gone out to get some air and was currently sitting by the frozen lake where he had first performed the Patronus Charm less than a year ago. It was cold and he'd left his winter cloak inside but it was very peaceful and quiet. An excellent place to think Harry had always felt! Harry still was clutching the letter in his right hand trying to figure out what he should do. And wishing more than ever he had someone who would understand what it was like to want the wrong person.
But Harry couldn't think of anyone who could help him with his latest problem. If it had been any other girl or guy he would have gone to Hermione. If it had been a Voldemort related issue he would have gone to Dumbledore. If it had been something else he had to get off his chest he would have gone to Ron. But this was none of these things. This was something Harry was desperate to keep a secret for as long as he physically could. At least he didn't think Malfoy would go around talking about.
In everything he had seen and felt about Lucius bloody Malfoy it was that the Malfoy Lord was a very private man in all respects. Well that made two of them. People assumed that because he was unwillingly famous that meant he loved the attention and had no care in the world for privacy. But really the opposite of that was true. Harry would sometimes kill for a bit of privacy. He sometimes thought that might be the only way to get people to leave him alone if he was rotting in Azkaban. But these distracting thoughts didn't help him on what he should do next about these sexual relations that he had with Lucius damnably sexy Malfoy.
Harry at least knew what intelligently and morally (Malfoy was married with a teenaged son after all) what his decision over the letter should be! But the problem was there was a difference between what he should do and what he wanted to do. Harry so didn't want this - whatever this was - to end so soon after it had started. Not even a tiny little bit did he want it to end. But he had to end it. It would only end up in tears for him if he didn't end it now. The negatives of such a thing between he and Malfoy far outweighed the positives of fucking Lucius Malfoy once again.
Starting off with his friends; most of Harry's friends were Weasleys. And if the Weasleys were to ever find out that Harry had so much as looked at Malfoy in way other than hating him they would never talk to him. So starting up an affair with Malfoy was an awful decision on that front. And Harry wouldn't even be able to blame the Weasley family on hating Harry for shacking up with Malfoy; that damn fuckable Malfoy had come only too close to killing little eleven year old Ginny and he hadn't cared about that at all.
Lucius Malfoy would do anything to reach his ends. So what did that say for their relationship? What if Malfoy had an ulterior motive for wanting to fuck Harry? Harry meant other than the hot sex that occurred when both Malfoy and he had lost their pants. Harry really had to stop thinking about that Harry thought as the words "Malfoy" and "sex" went straight to his groin. Did he really want to sleep with someone who only two years ago had tried to kill his best friend's little sister? Harry's hardness told him yes he did indeed.
The man was, or at least had been fifteen years ago, a Death Eater. And Harry suspected was involved in the events at the Quidditch World Cup. If, Merlin forbid, Voldemort returned and the so called Dark Lord was getting powerful - Harry could feel it with every step he took and Trelawney had predicted it in a real prediction - then Malfoy would hand Harry over to his bloody master in one second. No, Harry should definitely not go to Malfoy. He should not start an affair with Lucius Malfoy despite having already slept with him - twice!
But then Harry thought back on the positives. Well the one positive. The sex! Merlin that sex was to die for (which was a very real possibility all things about Lucius Malfoy considered). Harry had no idea how that sinfully sexual man knew how to push all the right buttons in Harry making him squirm all over. Harry wanted to feel like that for a third time and possibly more. Harry shivered his erection becoming even harder at the thought. Harry began to stroke himself as he read the letter once more. But he still had no idea what he was going to choose in the end.
My dearest Harry,
I was very much sorry that you had to depart so early from the pleasurable activities we partook in last week. I have to say that I could show you so much more pleasure if you would be willing to let me. And I find that a more pleasant environment than a dingy abandoned classroom would add to the pleasure. However, I am in agreement with your reasoning. I have always found it prudent to withhold sensitive information from those who are unable to handle the truth. From what I have seen of you, you too understand this.
I have found myself at a loose end. That is to say I am pondering the twice we have found ourselves alone together in the past month frequently over the past month and a half. And I know you will be doing the same. In fact I'd hedge a bet that you are doing so right now. It seems Mister Potter that you have made quite an impression on me. That is not something that anybody can do so you should be flattered at that fact. I am a sexual creature and I find myself drawn to you my dearest Harry. I do not wish to resist you and I warn you not to try and resist me.
I am informing you now that I have using my not inconsiderable skill placed a portus charm powerful enough to get through the wards of Hogwarts on this letter to activate on Saturday night at exactly ten O'clock. If you wish to join me then you'll just have to grab the letter. I do not expect any knowledge or other advantages from you nor will I give you any. This is a simple mutual understanding based on the mutual sexual attraction we hold for each other and will have no strings attached.
See you then,
Lucius
Harry finished reading the letter coming into his boxers. He had analyzed the letter repeatedly since he had received it trying to figure out any hidden meaning for Malfoy's delicate hand writing. He got the first paragraph easily. It seemed that Harry was not alone in wishing to keep their dirty little secrets just that a secret. Lucius had all but told him not to tell anyone. Not that there was any chance of that! If Harry so much as breathed a word of this to anyone Rita Skeeter would then find out and it would be splashed all over the Daily Prophet.
Then Harry read the second paragraph and got shivers at the reminder of what they had done together and a blush at the fact that Malfoy was right about him thinking, and masturbating, to the memories. Malfoy might not have said in so many words but that was what he had meant! Of course, Harry would die before admitting that he had been fantasising over their time spent together over and over again since the first time. Harry had often woke up with a hard on wishing Malfoy was there to fuck.
Harry wanted so much to agree to Lucius' no strings attached deal. He wanted to so much despite knowing how much he should just say now. There were so many reasons why it as such a bad idea and Harry had gone through them all. He wished again that there was someone no-biased to talk to about all this shit. But there was no one! Again Harry Potter was all alone. Why was it always him who got into trouble? And this time he couldn't claim it wasn't his fault! After all he was the one who had started it!