Up His Sleeve

All the signs were there. It was time to act. He apparated to Hogwarts, the unofficial Headquarters for the Forces of Light.

Lucius went directly to the Headmaster's office. The gargoyle moved aside instantly recognizing his magical signature.

"Lucius I was not expecting . . ."

Lucius waved away the pleasantries. "Where's Harry?"

"In the Great Hall I believe." Dumbledore answered with a knowing smile.

If Lucius didn't know that Dumbledore could hex him six ways till Sunday before he could utter a defensive charm Lucius would have smacked the man with his cane. Instead he took a deep breath. "May I have a word with him in private?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and then called an elf. "Ahh, Twink would you please ask Harry to come here." Twink nodded and popped away.

The two men stared at one another. "The quarters for the DADA Professor are vacant. You may speak to him there."

Lucius fought the urge to break something and nodded to the Headmaster then strode toward the rooms.

He was itching to be gone from here but it was time to consolidate his powerbase. Therefore he needed Harry and Harry was here.

Harry was his ace in the hole.

Lucius sat down. He needed the appearance of control even if inwardly his emotional state was anything but.

Lucius refused to turn when he heard the door open. He remained still when he felt a hand pull the hair from his face and tuck it behind his ear. When lips nibbled lightly against his ear he tilted his head to accommodate the seeking mouth.

Suddenly he was turned and was on the receiving end of a harsh and bruising kiss. Unwillingly his hand rose to grab a handful of thick hair and return the kiss with the same force. A groan was pulled from the young man's mouth when Lucius' grip tightened.

When they parted both were breathing hard.

Lucius had put this off for as long as possible, doling out affection and sexual acts in drips and drabs. Allowing the tension to compound and the connection between them to build; tying the boy to him with a bond deeper than loyalty. When the time came he would need Harry to fight with everything he had and more.

The upcoming attacks were just a prelude to the final battle. Everyone thought they were ready. But those who had lived through Voldemort's last reign knew better.

It was a pity that the only person who had a chance at defeating Voldemort was a boy who had really never lived.

Harry didn't know the joys of love, the freedom of innocence, the joys of a happy childhood, or living in a world free of pain or the threat of violence.

That didn't matter now. All that mattered right now was survival. Lucius was determined that he and his family would survive the onslaught. Lucius would do everything in his power to protect his family even if it meant bedding Harry.