Lucius Malfoy's Cock
Title: Lucius Malfoy's Cock
Author: Melfina the Blue
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, slash, capslock abuse (what can I say, Draco is a bit over-dramatic at times)
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter
Summary: I think the title says it all
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to A Vacation from Life for everyone who wanted to know what happened next.
Lucius sighed. Three days of seeing Harry at meals, and he was no closer to getting any hints about the boy's preference. And he'd gone six months without any release beyond his right hand. This was simply unacceptable. He needed answers, and sex. Preferably lots of sex. And Rita had been less then useful. You'd think a gossip columnist would be able to tell, one way or the other. Maybe it was time to seize the day and be incredibly unSlytherin. He'd come up with many cunning plans to get into Harry Potter's pants, but all of them would take at least a fortnight. He couldn't wait any longer.
He knocked on the door to Harry's room. No answer. He let himself in, and heard the shower running. He'd wait, and try really hard not to think about water dripping slowly down Harry's well-muscled chest, and he really wouldn't think about Harry relieving himself, no matter what sounds were coming out of the bathroom.
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Harry had decided that three days of watching Lucius Malfoy eat was complete and utter torture. It should be a sin to eat the way he did, so lasciviously it looked like he was fucking every mouthful. It inevitably led Harry's mind to other things he'd like Lucius to do with that mouth, other things he'd like Lucius to swallow. It had taken over his mind to the point that it had become his regular fantasy.
"Fuck, yeah, suck it..."
His hand slid down to his cock. In his mind, it was Lucius' mouth, slipping around him.
"Yeah, Lucius..."
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Lucius was trying very hard to not listen to what Harry said, the cute noises he was making, until he heard his name.
"Fuck, suck it Lucius, feels so good."
He pondered for a moment, and decided that was as good an invitation as he was likely to get. He quickly shed his clothing and walked into the bathroom. He opened the shower door, and paused to admire the view. Harry was leaning back against the shower wall, one hand running over his chest and the other on his cock. He hadn't noticed Lucius yet.
"Well, well, Harry. What erotic fantasies are going through that mind of yours, hmm?"
Harry's eyes opened wide. There was a naked Lucius in the shower with him!
"What the fuck!"
Lucius moved closer to Harry, whispered in his ear. Harry could feel the hair trailing over his shoulder, his lips brushing against Harry's ear as he spoke.
"Yes, Harry, fuck. I want one, and you certainly look like you want one. So, why don't we help each other out?"
Harry nodded. He'd already gone insane, might as well enjoy the ride. Lucius grabbed him, and kissed him. Harry was pleasantly surprised to discover that Lucius was really good with his mouth. He groaned as one of Lucius' hands found his cock, gently rubbing it as the other grabbed his arse.
"What do you want me to do to you, Harry? I've been fantasizing about buggering that tight arse of yours for days now. Do you like the sound of that?"
Harry had never realized just how sexy Lucius' voice was. He whimpered as Lucius' hand decided to play with his balls.
"That's not an answer, Harry."
"Fuck, yes. Just don't stop!"
Lucius smiled. Now that was the kind of order he liked. He pushed Harry against the shower wall. Harry whined, until he felt Lucius' tongue at the nape of his neck. Lucius slowly traced a path down Harry's spine, then the cleft of his arse, and finally ended at his puckered opening. Lucius whispered a word, and suddenly Harry was filled with a cold, wet substance. He shivered.
"Just lubrication, nothing to worry about, Harry."
Lucius slipped a finger inside Harry, who whimpered and clenched around him.
"Easy, Harry, relax. Trust me, you'll love it."
Harry wasn't so sure about that, but Lucius' other hand started playing with one of his nipples and he couldn't quite seem to form the words needed to object. Lucius slipped another finger inside. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. He found Harry's prostate and brushed it gently. The noise Harry made at that almost pushed him over the edge. Harry was tight as a virgin; he had to control himself and take it slow. He took a deep breath and slipped in a third finger, trying very hard to ignore Harry's moans and incoherent pleadings.
"FUCK!"
Harry wasn't sure how this was going to end, but right now he didn't care. What Lucius was doing to him felt so good. He never wanted those fingers to stop. And then Lucius slipped his fingers back out, and Harry whimpered. He didn't want it to stop. Then he felt something bigger pressing against his opening, and stiffened. Lucius gently stroked his back.
"Easy, Harry, easy. I promise you will love this, but you need to relax or it will hurt."
Harry whimpered as Lucius pushed in. It hurt more than he'd thought it would. He could feel Lucius' balls brushing against his arse; it was an odd sensation.
"Merlin, Harry, you're so wonderfully tight. You feel so good."
Lucius was trying very hard to hold still, to let Harry get used to the sensation, but Merlin, the boy's arse seemed to be pulling him in. He couldn't take it anymore. He thrust into Harry, again and again and again. Harry was making the most delightful moaning noises, which increased dramatically when Lucius' questing hand found his cock. Harry came after only a couple of thrusts, and Lucius came right after.
Harry turned round to look at Lucius, who had sat down on the shower seat.
"Damn."
"Shall I take that as a compliment?"
"Yes."
"Give me a few minutes, and we could do a second round."
"Can there be breakfast first? Preferably in that nice glass room, and naked?"
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"You want to eat, naked, in the solarium."
"Yes."
"You have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, I see."
"Come on. I might even let you lick breakfast off of me."
Lucius smiled.
"Now that sounds like a winning proposal."
Harry pulled Lucius to his feet, and dragged him to the solarium. He was surprised to see that Lucius was blushing as he sat down.
"You okay?"
"Just never done anything like this before."
"You mean you've never eaten naked?"
"No."
"Have you even wandered through this place naked?"
"No."
"Oh. Well, how does it feel?"
"Strange. I keep thinking that someone's going to walk in and be horrified."
"The only people around besides us are the house elves. And do you care if they're horrified?"
"Not really. Lurch!"
Despite his brave words, Harry couldn't help but notice that Lucius had placed both his hands in his lap, hiding his cock.
"Master?"
"Breakfast, please."
"Yes, Master, and..."
"Now, Lurch."
Lurch bowed and popped out.
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Draco stalked through the halls of the manor. His mother had no spine, no spine at all, and an irritating habit of talking him into doing her dirty work. They hated father, so why was he here checking up on him? Because his mother was a softy, that's why. He stuck his head in the study, no father. Fuck, where was the cold-hearted bastard?
"Winly!"
An elf popped in, and bowed to Draco.
"Yes, young master?"
"Where is my father?"
"Solarium, young master, but..."
Draco brushed the elf aside. He was in no mood to deal with overprotective house elves. He continued to the solarium, and stuck his head in.
"Father, I.... oh my god!"
There were many things Draco could have happily gone the rest of his life without seeing. A naked Harry Potter licking cream off his equally naked father's cock was right near the top of that list.
"Draco, I..."
In truth, Lucius had no earthly idea what to say. Thankfully Draco cut him off.
"You're fucking HARRY POTTER! Mother's bed isn't even cold and YOU'RE FUCKING BLOODY HARRY POTTER!!"
"DRACO ABRAXAS MALFOY! You will not use that word! And this was your mother's choice, never mine. If you want to be angry with me, fine, but be angry for your own reasons, not on behalf of her!"
"Don't tell me what to do! Don't you dare tell me what to do!"
"THEN DON'T TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CANNOT HAVE SEX WITH, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!"
"I AM NOT AN UNGRATEFUL BRAT!"
"You have no concept of what I went through to keep you safe!"
"Oh, here we go again, that old chestnut. Yup, great job you did of keeping me safe, Father, with having the dark lord live in our house and all!"
"At least he didn't make you into his whore!"
Lucius slapped his hand over his face as he realized what had just slipped out. Draco stared at his father in shock, momentarily at a loss for words. Harry looked from one to the other, then patted Lucius on the shoulder.
"You okay?"
"Father, that's not funny."
Lucius neither moved nor spoke. Draco moved closer, concerned in spite of himself.
"Seriously, father. Not funny."
"Draco, I think there's something wrong with him."
"Fuck. If he dies because he fucked you, I am never forgiving either of you. Now, go get some clothes on and I'll call the healer."
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"It isn't because I fucked him."
"Yes, it is. All Malfoys are allergic to you, Potter. He just refused to take the proper precautions."
"And what would those be?"
"Never being in the same room with you if at all possible."
"Ah. So you're not sick because..."
"Stop confusing me with your muggle logic. It is all your fault."
It was at this point that the healer attempted to head the argument off at the pass. She failed miserably.
"Actually, Mr. Malfoy, it appears to be some sort of dark curse. We caught it early; he should be fine. It had a word trigger, so we need to know what he said just before he froze."
"Aha! A dark curse that he caught from you!"
"Um, Draco, I think..."
"Malfoy, Potter, MALFOY! I do NOT want the likes of you using my name!"
"KEEP SHOUTING AND IT'LL BE FERRET AGAIN!"
"SCARHEAD!"
"FERRET!"
"ARSE-FUCKING PERVERT!"
"INBRED SIMPLETON!"
"HARRY POTTER!"
Hermione had just entered the room. Draco smirked, sure Harry was in for it now.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
"Um, I just wanted to take a little vacation and I was already at the Manor and Lucius had been really nice, and..."
"My father, nice? That proves he caught the curse from you!"
"The Manor? "
"And um, then we ended up in the shower together and one thing led to another, and it should be illegal to eat the way he does."
"Don't tell me that, Potter!"
"And then Draco was all shouty and Lucius got sick and he thinks it's all my fault."
Hermione stared at Harry. She had no idea what he was talking about or why the ferret was shouting so. The healer with her head in her hands was also a mystery.
"Wait, you slept with Lucius Malfoy?"
"Yes, and it was brilliant."
"Oh god."
"Shut it, ferret."
"But what happened in the first place, Harry? We all thought you were killed in the explosion."
"I dunno. Lucius found me in Knockturn Alley and took me back to the Manor."
"Obviously the curse was already affecting his mind!"
"Whatever."
"How in hell could you trust him?"
"I didn't remember anything; I didn't know who I was or where I was. He was nice to me and fed me and took care of me."
"And debauched you?"
"Not that night. I watched his memories, he didn't do anything bad. The debauching just happened today, and did I mention it was brilliant?"
"Potter, shut up about that already. I'm already going to have to spend hundreds of galleons on drink to get the image of you going down on my father out of my mind, I do not need to be continuously reminded of it."
"Wait, you walked in on them."
"Yes, Granger, I got a lovely eyeful of naked Potter with my father! There is not enough alcohol in the world to cleanse my brain."
"Malfoy, calm down before you hyperventilate or one of us strangles you. Harry was at the Manor?"
"Yes."
"And you're here now because?"
"My father is going to die from a dark curse which is all Potter's fault."
"Draco, please stop being so over-dramatic. I will be fine."
Lucius slowly walked into the room. He was dressed in hospital pajamas and looked extremely pale and shaky. The healer scowled at him.
"You're supposed to be in bed. And what were the trigger words?"
"I needed to make sure my son was fine."
"I'm pissed and traumatized and what the hell happened?!"
"Draco, you and I will have a nice long talk, in private, later. Harry, the Manor is open to you if you wish to return, and if not, I will understand."
"You're coming back to bed now," said the healer, tugging on Lucius' arm. "And then you're going to tell me what was said, and if you don't I will catheterize you."
"Yes, ma'am."
Lucius allowed the healer to pull him back out of the room, and Draco followed him. Harry and Hermione stared at each other.
"Harry, I am not going to forgive you for this, but I'll let Molly ream you out."
"She's not happy, is she?"
"That would be the understatement of the century. And she'll be even less happy when she finds out where you've been."
"It really was brilliant, Hermione."
"I'm happy for you Harry. Convinced you're cracked, maybe, but happy for you nonetheless. Just remember, this is Lucius Malfoy, evil Death Eater and all-around bastard."
"You know, Hermione, there's more to him then that."
"I'm not saying there isn't, but I don't want you to forget who he is."
"I won't."
"Then let's go to the Burrow. Molly can feed you while she yells at you."
Harry nodded. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but sooner or later he was pretty sure Lucius Malfoy's cock would be involved, and that seemed like a good thing.
Author: Melfina the Blue
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, slash, capslock abuse (what can I say, Draco is a bit over-dramatic at times)
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter
Summary: I think the title says it all
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to A Vacation from Life for everyone who wanted to know what happened next.
Lucius sighed. Three days of seeing Harry at meals, and he was no closer to getting any hints about the boy's preference. And he'd gone six months without any release beyond his right hand. This was simply unacceptable. He needed answers, and sex. Preferably lots of sex. And Rita had been less then useful. You'd think a gossip columnist would be able to tell, one way or the other. Maybe it was time to seize the day and be incredibly unSlytherin. He'd come up with many cunning plans to get into Harry Potter's pants, but all of them would take at least a fortnight. He couldn't wait any longer.
He knocked on the door to Harry's room. No answer. He let himself in, and heard the shower running. He'd wait, and try really hard not to think about water dripping slowly down Harry's well-muscled chest, and he really wouldn't think about Harry relieving himself, no matter what sounds were coming out of the bathroom.
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Harry had decided that three days of watching Lucius Malfoy eat was complete and utter torture. It should be a sin to eat the way he did, so lasciviously it looked like he was fucking every mouthful. It inevitably led Harry's mind to other things he'd like Lucius to do with that mouth, other things he'd like Lucius to swallow. It had taken over his mind to the point that it had become his regular fantasy.
"Fuck, yeah, suck it..."
His hand slid down to his cock. In his mind, it was Lucius' mouth, slipping around him.
"Yeah, Lucius..."
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Lucius was trying very hard to not listen to what Harry said, the cute noises he was making, until he heard his name.
"Fuck, suck it Lucius, feels so good."
He pondered for a moment, and decided that was as good an invitation as he was likely to get. He quickly shed his clothing and walked into the bathroom. He opened the shower door, and paused to admire the view. Harry was leaning back against the shower wall, one hand running over his chest and the other on his cock. He hadn't noticed Lucius yet.
"Well, well, Harry. What erotic fantasies are going through that mind of yours, hmm?"
Harry's eyes opened wide. There was a naked Lucius in the shower with him!
"What the fuck!"
Lucius moved closer to Harry, whispered in his ear. Harry could feel the hair trailing over his shoulder, his lips brushing against Harry's ear as he spoke.
"Yes, Harry, fuck. I want one, and you certainly look like you want one. So, why don't we help each other out?"
Harry nodded. He'd already gone insane, might as well enjoy the ride. Lucius grabbed him, and kissed him. Harry was pleasantly surprised to discover that Lucius was really good with his mouth. He groaned as one of Lucius' hands found his cock, gently rubbing it as the other grabbed his arse.
"What do you want me to do to you, Harry? I've been fantasizing about buggering that tight arse of yours for days now. Do you like the sound of that?"
Harry had never realized just how sexy Lucius' voice was. He whimpered as Lucius' hand decided to play with his balls.
"That's not an answer, Harry."
"Fuck, yes. Just don't stop!"
Lucius smiled. Now that was the kind of order he liked. He pushed Harry against the shower wall. Harry whined, until he felt Lucius' tongue at the nape of his neck. Lucius slowly traced a path down Harry's spine, then the cleft of his arse, and finally ended at his puckered opening. Lucius whispered a word, and suddenly Harry was filled with a cold, wet substance. He shivered.
"Just lubrication, nothing to worry about, Harry."
Lucius slipped a finger inside Harry, who whimpered and clenched around him.
"Easy, Harry, relax. Trust me, you'll love it."
Harry wasn't so sure about that, but Lucius' other hand started playing with one of his nipples and he couldn't quite seem to form the words needed to object. Lucius slipped another finger inside. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. He found Harry's prostate and brushed it gently. The noise Harry made at that almost pushed him over the edge. Harry was tight as a virgin; he had to control himself and take it slow. He took a deep breath and slipped in a third finger, trying very hard to ignore Harry's moans and incoherent pleadings.
"FUCK!"
Harry wasn't sure how this was going to end, but right now he didn't care. What Lucius was doing to him felt so good. He never wanted those fingers to stop. And then Lucius slipped his fingers back out, and Harry whimpered. He didn't want it to stop. Then he felt something bigger pressing against his opening, and stiffened. Lucius gently stroked his back.
"Easy, Harry, easy. I promise you will love this, but you need to relax or it will hurt."
Harry whimpered as Lucius pushed in. It hurt more than he'd thought it would. He could feel Lucius' balls brushing against his arse; it was an odd sensation.
"Merlin, Harry, you're so wonderfully tight. You feel so good."
Lucius was trying very hard to hold still, to let Harry get used to the sensation, but Merlin, the boy's arse seemed to be pulling him in. He couldn't take it anymore. He thrust into Harry, again and again and again. Harry was making the most delightful moaning noises, which increased dramatically when Lucius' questing hand found his cock. Harry came after only a couple of thrusts, and Lucius came right after.
Harry turned round to look at Lucius, who had sat down on the shower seat.
"Damn."
"Shall I take that as a compliment?"
"Yes."
"Give me a few minutes, and we could do a second round."
"Can there be breakfast first? Preferably in that nice glass room, and naked?"
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"You want to eat, naked, in the solarium."
"Yes."
"You have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, I see."
"Come on. I might even let you lick breakfast off of me."
Lucius smiled.
"Now that sounds like a winning proposal."
Harry pulled Lucius to his feet, and dragged him to the solarium. He was surprised to see that Lucius was blushing as he sat down.
"You okay?"
"Just never done anything like this before."
"You mean you've never eaten naked?"
"No."
"Have you even wandered through this place naked?"
"No."
"Oh. Well, how does it feel?"
"Strange. I keep thinking that someone's going to walk in and be horrified."
"The only people around besides us are the house elves. And do you care if they're horrified?"
"Not really. Lurch!"
Despite his brave words, Harry couldn't help but notice that Lucius had placed both his hands in his lap, hiding his cock.
"Master?"
"Breakfast, please."
"Yes, Master, and..."
"Now, Lurch."
Lurch bowed and popped out.
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Draco stalked through the halls of the manor. His mother had no spine, no spine at all, and an irritating habit of talking him into doing her dirty work. They hated father, so why was he here checking up on him? Because his mother was a softy, that's why. He stuck his head in the study, no father. Fuck, where was the cold-hearted bastard?
"Winly!"
An elf popped in, and bowed to Draco.
"Yes, young master?"
"Where is my father?"
"Solarium, young master, but..."
Draco brushed the elf aside. He was in no mood to deal with overprotective house elves. He continued to the solarium, and stuck his head in.
"Father, I.... oh my god!"
There were many things Draco could have happily gone the rest of his life without seeing. A naked Harry Potter licking cream off his equally naked father's cock was right near the top of that list.
"Draco, I..."
In truth, Lucius had no earthly idea what to say. Thankfully Draco cut him off.
"You're fucking HARRY POTTER! Mother's bed isn't even cold and YOU'RE FUCKING BLOODY HARRY POTTER!!"
"DRACO ABRAXAS MALFOY! You will not use that word! And this was your mother's choice, never mine. If you want to be angry with me, fine, but be angry for your own reasons, not on behalf of her!"
"Don't tell me what to do! Don't you dare tell me what to do!"
"THEN DON'T TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CANNOT HAVE SEX WITH, YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!"
"I AM NOT AN UNGRATEFUL BRAT!"
"You have no concept of what I went through to keep you safe!"
"Oh, here we go again, that old chestnut. Yup, great job you did of keeping me safe, Father, with having the dark lord live in our house and all!"
"At least he didn't make you into his whore!"
Lucius slapped his hand over his face as he realized what had just slipped out. Draco stared at his father in shock, momentarily at a loss for words. Harry looked from one to the other, then patted Lucius on the shoulder.
"You okay?"
"Father, that's not funny."
Lucius neither moved nor spoke. Draco moved closer, concerned in spite of himself.
"Seriously, father. Not funny."
"Draco, I think there's something wrong with him."
"Fuck. If he dies because he fucked you, I am never forgiving either of you. Now, go get some clothes on and I'll call the healer."
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"It isn't because I fucked him."
"Yes, it is. All Malfoys are allergic to you, Potter. He just refused to take the proper precautions."
"And what would those be?"
"Never being in the same room with you if at all possible."
"Ah. So you're not sick because..."
"Stop confusing me with your muggle logic. It is all your fault."
It was at this point that the healer attempted to head the argument off at the pass. She failed miserably.
"Actually, Mr. Malfoy, it appears to be some sort of dark curse. We caught it early; he should be fine. It had a word trigger, so we need to know what he said just before he froze."
"Aha! A dark curse that he caught from you!"
"Um, Draco, I think..."
"Malfoy, Potter, MALFOY! I do NOT want the likes of you using my name!"
"KEEP SHOUTING AND IT'LL BE FERRET AGAIN!"
"SCARHEAD!"
"FERRET!"
"ARSE-FUCKING PERVERT!"
"INBRED SIMPLETON!"
"HARRY POTTER!"
Hermione had just entered the room. Draco smirked, sure Harry was in for it now.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
"Um, I just wanted to take a little vacation and I was already at the Manor and Lucius had been really nice, and..."
"My father, nice? That proves he caught the curse from you!"
"The Manor? "
"And um, then we ended up in the shower together and one thing led to another, and it should be illegal to eat the way he does."
"Don't tell me that, Potter!"
"And then Draco was all shouty and Lucius got sick and he thinks it's all my fault."
Hermione stared at Harry. She had no idea what he was talking about or why the ferret was shouting so. The healer with her head in her hands was also a mystery.
"Wait, you slept with Lucius Malfoy?"
"Yes, and it was brilliant."
"Oh god."
"Shut it, ferret."
"But what happened in the first place, Harry? We all thought you were killed in the explosion."
"I dunno. Lucius found me in Knockturn Alley and took me back to the Manor."
"Obviously the curse was already affecting his mind!"
"Whatever."
"How in hell could you trust him?"
"I didn't remember anything; I didn't know who I was or where I was. He was nice to me and fed me and took care of me."
"And debauched you?"
"Not that night. I watched his memories, he didn't do anything bad. The debauching just happened today, and did I mention it was brilliant?"
"Potter, shut up about that already. I'm already going to have to spend hundreds of galleons on drink to get the image of you going down on my father out of my mind, I do not need to be continuously reminded of it."
"Wait, you walked in on them."
"Yes, Granger, I got a lovely eyeful of naked Potter with my father! There is not enough alcohol in the world to cleanse my brain."
"Malfoy, calm down before you hyperventilate or one of us strangles you. Harry was at the Manor?"
"Yes."
"And you're here now because?"
"My father is going to die from a dark curse which is all Potter's fault."
"Draco, please stop being so over-dramatic. I will be fine."
Lucius slowly walked into the room. He was dressed in hospital pajamas and looked extremely pale and shaky. The healer scowled at him.
"You're supposed to be in bed. And what were the trigger words?"
"I needed to make sure my son was fine."
"I'm pissed and traumatized and what the hell happened?!"
"Draco, you and I will have a nice long talk, in private, later. Harry, the Manor is open to you if you wish to return, and if not, I will understand."
"You're coming back to bed now," said the healer, tugging on Lucius' arm. "And then you're going to tell me what was said, and if you don't I will catheterize you."
"Yes, ma'am."
Lucius allowed the healer to pull him back out of the room, and Draco followed him. Harry and Hermione stared at each other.
"Harry, I am not going to forgive you for this, but I'll let Molly ream you out."
"She's not happy, is she?"
"That would be the understatement of the century. And she'll be even less happy when she finds out where you've been."
"It really was brilliant, Hermione."
"I'm happy for you Harry. Convinced you're cracked, maybe, but happy for you nonetheless. Just remember, this is Lucius Malfoy, evil Death Eater and all-around bastard."
"You know, Hermione, there's more to him then that."
"I'm not saying there isn't, but I don't want you to forget who he is."
"I won't."
"Then let's go to the Burrow. Molly can feed you while she yells at you."
Harry nodded. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but sooner or later he was pretty sure Lucius Malfoy's cock would be involved, and that seemed like a good thing.