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Call It Love
Chapter Eleven
“I’m bored.”
…
“I’m bored.”
Lucius closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking up. Evan was standing in front of the large mahogany desk, glaring across a though his second father were at fault for his boredom.
“Are you even listening to me? I’m bored.”
“Go color.”
“I’ve done that, I’m bored with it.”
“Play with your soldiers.”
Evan scrunched up his nose and put his arms on the desk, supporting his chin, which barely reached the top. “They’re tired from guarding my bag all night.”
Lucius raised a blonde eyebrow, “Why ever would they be guarding your bag?”
“Because I don’t trust you.” He put his arms down and began humming loudly.
“Stop that.”
Evan smiled wickedly, but stopped, walking around the desk. “What are you doing?”
“Working, something that I’m sure you will learn about someday, now go play.”
The boy pouted, but didn’t stop trying to see over Lucius’s arm. “I don’t have anyone to play with.”
“Go find a house elf.”
“They’re too busy, they have to clean the house. I’m bored, so you have to play with me.”
Of all the insufferable... Lucius winced slightly, but covered it with a scowl. He was beginning to think like Snape, and after only three days with only one child; no wonder the man was foul tempered ninety percent of the time. “I do not have to play with you. Go do what you normally do when your father is busy.”
Evan smiled brightly, “It’s Saturday, and on Saturdays I go to see Grandpa Sirius and Grandma Moony.”
Grandma... “Grandma Moony?”
The pale grey eyes sparkled and the corners tipped in amusement. “It’s what I call Remus, ‘cause Uncle Severus says that they’re mates, and they live together, so if Sirius is going to be my Grandpa, then Remus has to be my Grandma.”
“Moony?”
“That’s what Sirius calls Remus when they think I’m not listening. It’s usually followed by a lot of noises, like,” he smacked his lips against the back of his hand and grinned, “they don’t think I’m listening when they do that, either.”
“I’m sure.”
“And sometimes Sirius grabs Moony’s leg under the table during lunch, and there was one time I spent the night and they were in the living room and I could hear them saying all sort of things, like ‘oh baby’ and ‘right there’ and...”
Lucius stood up abruptly, trying to ignore the smug look on the child’s face. “Does your father know?”
Evan tilted his head to the side, “You know, and you’re my father, too, aren’t you?”
“That is entirely irrelevant.”
Evan shrugged and began humming again.
Oh, bloody hell, he was letting himself get flustered again and that was not the way to handle the situation. Not that he wanted to handle the situation at all. Sitting back down at the desk he tried to concentrate as the boy walked aimlessly around his office, poking at various protected items and humming some incessant tune that repeated itself every thirty seconds.
When Lucius found that he had been reading the same two lines for the past ten minutes, he decided that he’d had enough. He pushed away from the desk with a heavy sigh and looked back at Evan, planning on telling him to do something quiet. He stopped in mid breath, however, when he saw the child had managed to get his hands on a rare dark artifact that could have easily been mistaken for a muggle voodoo doll.
The protective magic placed on it allowed only Malfoys to touch it, which had not been a problem ten years ago when Lucius bought it because Draco would never have touched anything in his office-not even the desk. Evan, however, appeared to have no such reservations.
Standing up from the desk he grabbed the artifact from the boy's hands and set it carefully on the desk before picking up the boy under his arms and carrying him to the door, placing him firmly on the other side.
“Go play with something in your room.”
With a smile that told Lucius he was somehow going to regret
this later, Evan turned around and walked back towards his room, still humming.
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Harry had been having a wonderful dream, if a little disturbing. In fact, now that he was
fully awake it was far more disturbing than it had seemed at first. He had dreamed that
Draco had been doing to him what Lucius had a few hours ago.
Now, of course, he had a problem. He was rock hard under the sheets and he wasn’t really sure how to handle it. The part of him that had been repressed for so long, his libido, wanted him to touch it; the other part was revolted by the idea. Stupid subconscious was a bloody nuisance, he’d be much better off without it, really.
He pulling the covers over his head, but pushed them off again quickly, alarmed at the smell of sex lingering on his skin, and even more alarmed at the way it made his cock throb. He needed a shower, he needed one now.
Harry scrambled out of the bed and ran into the bathroom, stumbling slightly as the blood rushed to his head. He hadn’t eaten much in the past few days, if he wasn’t careful he wouldn’t be able to get out of bed at all. He turned on the water and stood under it. After a few moments he turned the heat up and gritted his teeth as his skin reddened.
Thank god he didn’t get off on pain. His cock was returning to its limp position between his legs. Much better. Of course, now there was a dull ache in his balls that he couldn’t even begin to understand, but it was better than a raging hard on.
Picking up the soap, he rubbed it over his skin, softly at first, then harder. Ten minutes later he felt as though he had maybe gotten all of Malfoy’s saliva off his chest and abdomen. A shiver went through his muscles and he picked the soap back up. Okay, maybe not. After another half hour using soap and nails and he felt much better. The healing soap had the added bonus of closing any cuts better they bleed too much, but it couldn’t get rid of the irritated pink of his skin.
He’d live with it.
The house elves must have somehow known that he’d gotten up; clean robes were laid out over the now made bed. He picked them up and ran his hands over the material. They were a deep maroon with black trim with the same silver clasp as before. Nice, but again not something he would normally wear. Besides, he’d always felt awkward wearing Griffindor-red off the Quidditch pitch.
As Harry pulled on the pants, he was forced to admit that while captivity was hell, at least the clothes were nice. He was sure the pants weren’t cotton (or they could have been, he’d never really paid attention to fabrics before), but whatever it was made him tingle every time he so much as shifted; and the shirt had to be silk, which wasn’t helping that morning as he was suddenly very aware of his nipples.
He was in the process of buttoning his robes and wondering if Evan would be wearing the same color again, when an ear-piercing cry made its way faintly through the door. If he hadn’t been so well tuned to that particular voice and pitch, he probably wouldn’t have noticed it at all. As it was, Evan crying was something he could recognize out of a sea of voices, let the eerily silent Malfoy Manor.
Forgetting his robes, Harry ran through the door and towards the direction the horrible sobs were coming from. After five minutes, in which he changed directions many times, Harry finally came out of the winding hallways into a large circular room that had the look of an entrance hall.
It probably was the entrance hall, but Harry wasn’t concerned with that. What he was concerned with was his five year old son sitting in the middle of the room crying hysterically while a very put-out Lucius stood over him, arms crossed over his broad chest.
Harry hurried over and wrapped his arms around Evan’s shoulders, “Shh, it's okay, sweetie, I’m here.”
Lucius backed off, leaning against the curved wall as Harry rocked Evan, who had laid his head down in his father’s lap. Harry wasn’t entirely sure how much time passed before the sobs finally quieted down enough for him to ask his son what happened.
“I was flying down the hall and I fell down the stairs and Mr. Malfoy was yelling at me and telling me to be quiet or he wouldn’t wake you for dinner and...”
The boy broke down crying again and Harry looked up at Lucius venomously. It was one thing to threaten him; it was another to do the same to his son. Unfortunately, it was an issue better dealt with in private. “It’s alright, Evan, I’m awake now.”
While he waited for Evan to calm down again, he looked at the broken toy lying a few feet away. A toy broom; in fact, it looked very much like the one Draco had been planning to buy Evan for his birthday, regardless of what Harry said. Not that Harry expected Draco or Evan to listen to him where brooms were concerned.
“Evan?” The boy hiccupped once and looked up at his father expectantly, “You were flying a toy broom?” Evan nodded dejectedly. “You know I told you not to, especially indoors, it’s dangerous. Why did you disobey me?” Silly question, really, he knew very well why Evan had ridden it, he’d been bored and it wasn’t like he would be seriously punished or any...
“Mr. Malfoy said I could.”
Lucius stood up straight, “I said no such thing.”
“You said to play with something in my room and that was in my room.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face the blonde wizard who suddenly looked very uncomfortable, “Where were you?”
Lucius couldn’t help but feel another explosion could be imminent if Harry had managed to rest up enough. “I was in my study working.”
“Why weren’t you watching him?”
“That is the job for the house elves, not me.”
“Where were the house elves?”
Evan sniffed and looked at the ground, “They were cleaning, father.”
Harry smoothed out Evan’s hair, which had managed to get the slightest bit out of place when he fell. “It’s okay, sweetie, you aren’t in trouble.” Evan nodded and continued sniffing, but looked much calmer and less likely to cry. Harry, however, didn’t, had he not drained himself dry just last night there were several artifacts he was sure were Malfoy family heirlooms that would be so much broken glass.
Since he didn’t have the either the physical strength, or the magical, he turned his anger to Lucius instead. “Why weren’t you watching him?”
With an undignified sigh, Lucius waved a hand dismissively in the air. “He’s a child, love, children get hurt. He would have done the same whether had I been trailing along behind him or not.”
“Yes, Lucius, children get hurt, and yes, he probably would have somehow managed to fall, but not down the bloody stairs! This is your home; I assume you know where the stairs are.”
Lucius bristled, but forced himself not to step up to the insult. He had made a small breakthrough that morning, Harry had responded to his advances, however unwillingly, and throwing curses would only set him back. “He is five-years-old; he should be able to watch after himself.”
For a moment it looked as though Harry might just explode regardless of his exhaustion, but he closed his eyes and took a few deep breathes. Through the years his temper had become no easier to control and his wild magic more volatile. It had landed him on bed rest for days at a time on more than one occasion and he couldn’t risk that while in captivity.
“I know that you have little experience with children, Lucius, but five years old is far too young to be left alone.”
Evan opened his mouth to protest, but closed it without saying anything. Lucius scowled, “Draco was left alone at five and he never fell down a set of stairs.”
Harry sat up straighter, “And exactly how would you know if your son was left by himself, let alone whether he fell down stairs?”
Before Lucius could say anything, Harry stood up to his full height. While unimpressive in itself, there was something intimidating about the gesture none the less. “I will have you know that at six he nearly drowned in one of your grandiose bathing tubs.”
“I would have been informed.”
“You were.”
Come to think of it... Lucius nodded slightly to himself. He had been out of town and while having a quite dinner with Narcissa she had informed him that Draco had nearly drowned in the bathroom of the master suite, that he had gotten away from the house elf and decided to teach himself how to swim. Of course, he hadn’t really taken notice of it, then; his heir was alive, no harm done, but he had told Narcissa to watch him more closely.
Interesting, he had completely forgotten about that. There was a slight twinge in his gut as he wondered what else he might have forgotten about his eldest son’s childhood, but it hardly mattered. Draco was dead and Evan, while biologically his, was little more than a tool to be used against Harry.
With a half hearted shrug, Lucius pushed off he wall. “Dinner will be in twenty minutes. If you need anything the house elves will retrieve it for you.”
Lucius watched as Harry picked Evan up of the floor. The little boy wrapped his legs and arms around his father, burying is head in Harry’ shoulder. The smaller wizard looked Lucius in the eyes, a powerful, unspoken threat passing between them. Evan was no to be left alone, not if Lucius wanted continue his families lineage.
As Harry turned away and began walking towards the hall he had come out of, Evan looked up at Lucius. There were no traces of tears in his eyes, and a tiny, smug grin played one his lips for a moment before he stuck out his tongue.
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