A Series of Fortunate Events

Dinner at Malfoy's

Harry Potter had spent exactly two hours preparing himself for his dinner with Lucius. He had not told either Ron or Hermione just how he felt. He could hear their voices ringing in his ears. Ron's would say, "It's too early to start a relationship, Harry. And it's Draco's father! What would you want to do hanging around a supporter of a man who tried to KILL you? It's just bloody crazy, sorry mate." Then Hermione's interrupted saying, "Are you mad?!? Hanging around with someone like that could get yourself killed, or worse, expelled. Plus, a relationship might start taking away time you need to spend on homework, which is already at a low. No, Harry. It's just a bad idea."

They would never understand Harry's feelings. And anyway they were not always right. Hermione had once advised Harry not to go after Draco when he had taken Neville's remembral. He ignored her and look where it had gotten him! He was the youngest seeker in over a century! And Ron, well, he was just lucky not to be wrong.

Bringing his thoughts back to Lucius brought the butterflies back to Harry's stomach. Setting aside his brush, Harry began flexing his muscles in the mirror. Lucius had asked him, Harry, to dinner. He had actually wanted to discuss things with Harry?! Things he might like?! This excited Harry, but made him more nervous all the same. There was just something about Lucius he couldn't put his finger on.

There was a knock at the door.

"Harry, you in there, mate, or did you get yourself flushed down the toilet?" It was Fred Weasley's voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm nearly ready," Harry said.

"Well, you better hurry up. Mum's already mad that you're going and she'll end up blowing her head off if you're late!" Fred's footstep's died away.

Harry opened the bathroom door, went to Ron's bedroom where his stuff was, and carefully put on his designer dress robe so that he would not mess up his hair.

Harry traveled through a port key which caused him to be twenty minutes late. He was suppose to go by Floo Powder but refused for it would dirty his outfit with ashes. Riding a broom would mess up his hair again and apperation was not an option. Mr. Weasley had arranged the port key himself and twenty minuets later Harry found himself standing inside the Malfoy's living room.

The first thing that caught Harry's eyes was the many candles that were scattered across the room. Everything was quiet except the ticking of a clock that hung over the Malfoy's fireplace. Across from that was a silk scarlet sofa. To the right of the sofa was a doorway that led to the kitchen. Harry made his way past a large bookcase and went through the doorway.

Yes, this obviously was the kitchen, but there was no dinner set out. No plates, silverware, or glasses. Harry was about to return to the living room when something red caught his eye on the wooden staircase. Harry went over to it passing the empty dinner table and saw that it was a rose petal. Not just one though, no. There were many of them making a trail up the stairs. Harry followed the rose petals through a hallway laid with an elaborate rug and to a door straight ahead.

Without knocking, Harry opened the door. His eyes still followed the rose petals which ended at the foot of a gigantic king sized bed. The bed was empty but a little ways away Lucius sat in a lovely armchair holding up a glass of wine. Beside him was a little table with the opened bottle of wine, the cork, and another glass.

"Cheers, Harry. Mr. Weasley informed me that you would be a little late. No harm done. Why don't you pull up a chair and enjoy a nice glass of wine with me," Lucius said.

Harry, who was blinded by Lucius's good looks and overcome with joy, made his way over to the armchair across from Lucius and was handed the glass of wine from him, and smiled. Harry immediately chugged down his first glass.

ONE HOUR LATER

The room was dark. A single candle sat half melted beside a shaky red velvet bed. The covers were moving vigorously like ocean waves. Any one standing in the doorway that Harry had left open only an hour before could hear the sounds of moaning and giggling beneath them. Two half empty wine glasses could be seen in the glowing light over by the two, now empty, armchairs, Merlot rippled against the crystal glass.

After a while Harry peeled himself away from Lucius's sweaty body. He closed the bedroom door and quickly dressed himself in a construction worker uniform. To show Lucius just how fun Harry really was he preformed a very scandalous version of "Taking care of Business." Giggling uncontrollably, Lucius grabbed Harry and began to pull him back into bed. But as soon as Harry and Lucius began taking care of their business, the door burst open.

Harry and Lucius couldn't see anyone standing in the doorway. Lucius, who was being brave for Harry, wrapped a blanket around his middle and went to the door.

There stood a frantic house-elf, oblivious to the current situation.

"Master," Dobby the house-elf began. "I finished dusting and sweeping the first and second floors, wiping down the doors, de-doxieing the curtains, and Draco called and said-," Dobby stopped dead for Harry's head shot up from the bed at the mention of Draco's name.

Too interested in what was lurking underneath the blanket he had tied around his waste, Lucius didn't notice that Dobby was aware of a naked Harry Potter that was underneath his master's covers.

"What did Draco say, Dobby? That he was tired of being the one hit wonder?" Lucius began chuckling.

Dobby cut him off, eyes as wide as moons, "H-Harry...P-Potter, sir!"

Harry stayed frozen as Dobby looked from Lucius, the bed, and then once again at Harry.

"Eep!" Dobby squealed and leapt from the room. His tiny feet were heard scuttling across the wood, then silence.

After a moment Lucius went chasing after his loyal servant. His blanket fell down at the sudden movement and the last Harry could see of Lucius was his ass that, not too long ago, Harry was having fun with.

Lucius came back into the room, a different man than he was minutes before. It was obvious to Harry that he was unsuccessful in capturing his servant.

"You bloody cost me my servant!" Lucius yelled into Harry's face. Spit flew from all directions out of his mouth. "Get out of my house, Potter, before I hex you silly!"

Harry, who was so close to Lucius's face now, could see something white smudged just under his lips. He thought he knew what it might be, getting him hornier than ever. Lucius dismissed these thoughts by saying, "What the bloody hell are you waiting for?" Think I'm going to send you home with a nice basket of pumpkin juice?!?"

Harry shot Lucius a pleading look. "Lucius, look, it wasn't my-,"

"Fault?" Lucius finished his sentence for him. "Then whose fault was it Potter?"

Just then the answer popped into Lucius's head. Draco. If that ruddy boy would have never called, Dobby would have never come bursting in here! Oh boy, was that piece of vermin going to get it! Interrupting him and Harry doing...their business. Of course it wasn't Harry's fault! That bitch!

"Oh Harry! Forgive me!" Lucius said, dropping to his knees. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Well..." Harry said.

And again the covers started moving up and down. Up and down. Up and down.