My December
May whatever job I acquire, never take me away from Christmas with my family.
Title: My December
Rating: PG-13 (really? this is new.)
Warnings: not nearly angsty enough.
Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Summary: Listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_In6P8NylQ&feature=related
"This is my December. This is my snow covered home." - Linkin Park, 'My December'
Lucius Malfoy was never the same after the war. Thanks to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, his social status and wealth was left completely untouched. But his good deeds cost him his family. He was dead to them. Narcissa hated him for killing Bellatrix. Draco hated him for never being a good father and a turncoat.
Lucius let his forehead fall onto to the cold glass pane. His hair was a mess, falling clumps around his face. He hadn't bothered to comb it this morning. There was no one to impress. No one to care.
It was Christmas Day and Malfoy Manor would have been in full swing of the most glamorous ball of the year. Each arch would have been wreathed, each entrance laced with mistletoe - spelled to have every couple that passed underneath it to kiss of course - each ceiling would be sparkling and glowing with spelled lights. Apple champagne would warm the conversation and the hors d'oeuvre would keep the silences comfortable.
It was also the only occasion that Narcissa and Lucius presented themselves as a married couple. They had never been happy with each other and it was the one day they were friends.
A sigh escaped Lucius and it frosted immediately on the glass. The Manor wasn't decorated at all. He hadn't the energy to organize anything for the past year, much less a Christmas ball. There was no more aristocrat in Lucius that told him to find his way in the new world and work his way up the social ladder. His family disowning him had done that.
Lucius closed his eyes and he felt a tear escape. More came and buried his face in his hands as a sob escaped him. What was he but a waif? An idiot who had let his family leave him! It was Christmas and he was so very alone. He felt it more today than he did any other.
"I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed. And I take back all the things that I said to make you feel like that."
As the owner of the Manor, even in his mental anguish, he felt the wards being tripped. But he didn't care. He didn't move. Just kept pitying himself on the only day he allowed himself to. It was Christmas, damn it, and if he was alone during such a strongly family orientated day, he could pity himself as much as he damn well pleased.
"Lucius," came a voice and he looked up. Grey eyes stared in shock at the man standing in front of him. Harry Potter. The one he had lost his family for. It seemed fitting that he come, perhaps to finally punish Lucius and relieve him of his painful life. Lucius almost wished it were so.
A hand grabbed his chin, forcing him back to the present. "Don't cry, Lucius. I've finally realized why you sacrificed so much. It wasn't for the war, was it?"
The tears refreshed themselves regardless of Potter's command. "I wanted them to be safe. And you..."
Harry smiled suddenly and Lucius felt as though it was indeed Christmas, even for him.
"This is my December, this is my time of the year. This is me pretending, this is all I need."
"You'll stay, won't you?" Lucius asked, cursing the hope in his voice.
"Of course. You're the only one I know who's alone at Christmas, and for all you've done, I figured it was the least I could do."
"Allow me to freshen up."
Harry smiled again. "I'll be in the living room!" and the Gryffindor bounded off.
"This is me pretending, this is all I need."
No, Lucius didn't need Harry to know that he, going on fifty years, was in love with him, going on twenty-four. It was enough that he was here, to pick up the pieces on this particular day.
"And I'd give it all away to have someone to come home to."
Title: My December
Rating: PG-13 (really? this is new.)
Warnings: not nearly angsty enough.
Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Summary: Listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_In6P8NylQ&feature=related
"This is my December. This is my snow covered home." - Linkin Park, 'My December'
Lucius Malfoy was never the same after the war. Thanks to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, his social status and wealth was left completely untouched. But his good deeds cost him his family. He was dead to them. Narcissa hated him for killing Bellatrix. Draco hated him for never being a good father and a turncoat.
Lucius let his forehead fall onto to the cold glass pane. His hair was a mess, falling clumps around his face. He hadn't bothered to comb it this morning. There was no one to impress. No one to care.
It was Christmas Day and Malfoy Manor would have been in full swing of the most glamorous ball of the year. Each arch would have been wreathed, each entrance laced with mistletoe - spelled to have every couple that passed underneath it to kiss of course - each ceiling would be sparkling and glowing with spelled lights. Apple champagne would warm the conversation and the hors d'oeuvre would keep the silences comfortable.
It was also the only occasion that Narcissa and Lucius presented themselves as a married couple. They had never been happy with each other and it was the one day they were friends.
A sigh escaped Lucius and it frosted immediately on the glass. The Manor wasn't decorated at all. He hadn't the energy to organize anything for the past year, much less a Christmas ball. There was no more aristocrat in Lucius that told him to find his way in the new world and work his way up the social ladder. His family disowning him had done that.
Lucius closed his eyes and he felt a tear escape. More came and buried his face in his hands as a sob escaped him. What was he but a waif? An idiot who had let his family leave him! It was Christmas and he was so very alone. He felt it more today than he did any other.
"I just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed. And I take back all the things that I said to make you feel like that."
As the owner of the Manor, even in his mental anguish, he felt the wards being tripped. But he didn't care. He didn't move. Just kept pitying himself on the only day he allowed himself to. It was Christmas, damn it, and if he was alone during such a strongly family orientated day, he could pity himself as much as he damn well pleased.
"Lucius," came a voice and he looked up. Grey eyes stared in shock at the man standing in front of him. Harry Potter. The one he had lost his family for. It seemed fitting that he come, perhaps to finally punish Lucius and relieve him of his painful life. Lucius almost wished it were so.
A hand grabbed his chin, forcing him back to the present. "Don't cry, Lucius. I've finally realized why you sacrificed so much. It wasn't for the war, was it?"
The tears refreshed themselves regardless of Potter's command. "I wanted them to be safe. And you..."
Harry smiled suddenly and Lucius felt as though it was indeed Christmas, even for him.
"This is my December, this is my time of the year. This is me pretending, this is all I need."
"You'll stay, won't you?" Lucius asked, cursing the hope in his voice.
"Of course. You're the only one I know who's alone at Christmas, and for all you've done, I figured it was the least I could do."
"Allow me to freshen up."
Harry smiled again. "I'll be in the living room!" and the Gryffindor bounded off.
"This is me pretending, this is all I need."
No, Lucius didn't need Harry to know that he, going on fifty years, was in love with him, going on twenty-four. It was enough that he was here, to pick up the pieces on this particular day.
"And I'd give it all away to have someone to come home to."