HP ficlet: Repayment [Harry/Lucius, adult]
Title: Repayment Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/Lucius Rating: adult (barely) Length: 700 words Warnings: oral sex Summary: Lucius owes Harry for saving Draco's life. Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 17, "not enough". For felaine who wanted Harry and Lucius.
When Draco told his father how Harry Potter had rescued him from Fiendfyre in the Room of Requirement, Lucius's heart twisted. His son had come so near to dying, and yet been saved, saved by the boy whom Lucius had always considered an enemy. Anything he could do for Potter, anything he could offer was not enough to repay such a gift, and yet -- what else could Lucius do? He had to show that a Malfoy would not remiss in honouring such a debt.
A few discreet inquiries here and there informed Lucius that Potter was staying on his own in the old Black residence on Grimmauld Place. As the enchantments that had once protected it were no longer in force, Lucius was able to ring its doorbell one evening when he was reasonably certain Potter had no other visitors.
Recalling Potter's odd penchant for house-elves, he spoke politely to the one that answered, inquiring whether his master was home and would see Lucius on a personal visit. He even offered the elf the wand he had recently acquired to replace the one destroyed by the Dark Lord months ago. Such a gesture should demonstrate to Potter that Lucius both meant him no harm and sincerely wished to speak with him.
The house-elf returned and led Lucius to the library, where Potter sat in a worn red velvet chair, Lucius's wand on the mahogany table beside him. He was twirling his own wand idly between his fingers. Rather to Lucius's surprise, he gestured to the chair opposite.
"Sit down."
Green eyes followed Lucius as he crossed the faded carpet and sat.
"Why have you come?"
Lucius cleared his throat, carefully keeping his eyes on Potter's face, not permitting himself to glance at his wand.
"I came to thank you, Mr Potter."
"What for?" Potter sounded genuinely curious.
"For saving my son." Lucius swallowed hard, forcing himself to continue. "That is a debt I can never repay, but I offer you anything that I have that you may value, as a token of my gratitude."
"Anything?" Potter's eyebrows went up. "If I asked you for your estate and all the wealth you possess, you would give me those, for instance?"
"Yes," said Lucius simply.
"I don't think I can put a monetary value on Draco's life," said Harry softly. "I'm sure you don't."
Lucius shook his head, waiting for Potter to continue.
"But if I don't accept your offer in some fashion, you'll continue to feel indebted to me, won't you? The fact that I don't consider it a debt is irrelevant, I think." Potter cocked his head, and Lucius nodded.
"So... what can I demand of you? Perhaps a service, rather than something more tangible. There are certain skills I would like to learn... and I believe you could teach me. Would you consider that an acceptable payment?"
"I cannot teach you anything related to the Dark Arts, if that's what you're thinking," said Lucius. "Not even to let you hone your abilities against them."
"I know. I read about it in the Daily Prophet; the Wizengamot made it a condition for all former Death Eaters' release that they take an Unbreakable Vow never again to practice any of the Dark Arts, or use any Unforgivable curses. No, what I have in mind is quite different."
Was that a flush on Potter's face?
"I want to be tutored in the erotic arts between men. Can you teach those?"
Lucius felt his own cheeks grow warm, more from surprise than embarrassment. He had no qualms at admitting that he preferred his own sex, but how had Potter known?
"Yes," he said, wondering on whose behalf it was that Potter wished to learn. "Yes, I have a certain amount of... experience... in those arts."
"Excellent." Potter's smile was wolfish. "You may begin tonight. Demonstrate how to suck another man's prick."
Lucius left his seat and knelt before Potter. Unfastening his trousers and taking that firm young flesh into his mouth, he thought that this payment on his debt was but a token. He hoped that Potter would want instruction in many more such skills in the days and weeks to come.