Starting Over (4/?)

Rating: R

Disclaimer: The only thing that belongs to me is the plot and some other random shit (ie. the white Jetta). Everything else belongs to Ms. Rowling.

A/N: I just want to thank the usual reviewers. You guys are my muses. Also, I failed to mention this in previous chapters that an event (I'm all sure we know which one) in OotP did not happen. And events that may have had loose ends will be explained bit by bit. And as you are probably figuring out, yes, this is a top!semi-drunk!Harry and a Bottom!fluffy!Lucius fic. If someone would care to help me with my small html problem, send me and email(the address is in my profile).

Now, on with Chapter 4!

Pale, morning light filtered in through the thin curtains and on to the blood red bedspread. A satin pillow with the Gryffindor emblem emblazoned on it had been tossed aside and now lay abandoned in the corner of the room. The sound of light footsteps grew louder as they neared the door. The door was pushed open and a little boy that barely reached the doorknob padded into the room, a thumb in his mouth and a stuffed lion tucked under his arm. He climbed on to the bed and crawled over to where two exhausted men lay cuddled together. Small, chubby hands tried to push Lucius away from Harry. Lucius woke, a pair of big, hazel eyes looking directly into his smoky grey ones. He thanked Harry for reminding him to put some article of clothing on just in case Oliver came in.

"Daddy. Wake up!" He chirped, shaking the still sleeping man. Slowly, Harry's eyes opened to see his son standing over him, sucking on his thumb. He felt around the bedside table for his glasses and put them on.

"Why did you wake me up, baby? Daddy needs his sleep." He said groggily. Oliver plopped down next to him and proceeded to push the now-sleeping Lucius off the bed.

"Shit!" He cursed under his breath, rubbing his head. Harry laughed then looked at Oliver sternly.

"Oliver James Potter-Wood! Why did you push him off the bed?" The little boy pouted and shot an evil glare that could have put Severus Snape to shame at the blonde then turned to look at his father. Harry sat up with Oliver sitting on his knees and extended a hand across the bed for his lover. "Sweetie, why don't you go call Blinky to give you a bath while I talk to Lucius, okay?" He asked, placing him on the floor.

"Blinky! Blinky!" Oliver squealed, clapping his hands as he ran towards his bedroom.

Harry turned to Lucius and laughed. "I'm sorry he pushed you out of the bed." Lucius lay with his hands behind his head, ignoring Harry's laughter. He crawled over and straddled his hips and kissed him. "I'm sorry for laughing at you, baby."

"Thank you for letting me stay last night. I would have repaid you but we were rudely awoken by your son." A hand ran through unruly black hair as they slowly kissed.

Harry snuggled closer to the warm body and sighed. He was happy. He'd always had a thing for the older man but never dreamed he would be curled up next to him. This was the man he had admired from afar since he was 15. Now that he had him, all he wanted to do was lay in bed with him all day.

"I could just stay here all day." Harry sighed, brushing his lips against the pale, white neck.

"Why don't we. Send an owl to work saying that you'll be working at home today. You deserve a break." He said nuzzling his cheek.

"What about you?"

"I'm allowed a few days off every now and then."

"What exactly is your position in the ministry?"

"I can't tell you. All I'll say is that I'm up there. Come on, love, take the day off." A small, wicked smirk spread across his lips then slipped a hand under the waistband of Harry's boxers. "Please?" His warm hand closed around Harry's flaccid dick, slowly stroking it to life.

"Luc, I can't. Sirius needs me at work today….Fuck…" Harry's breathing hitched at the feeling of his thumb circling the swollen head of his cock.

"Sirius took the day off. He's completely revamped the MLE since he was acquitted."

"Oh God!" He moaned softly as he thrust into the hand. If he kept teasing the leaking slit the way he was, Harry was going to come sooner than expected. Suddenly, Lucius switched their positions, trapping Harry underneath him.

Lucius nipped at the juncture of neck and shoulder, suckling the soft skin. He was pleased when Harry arched off the bed, biting back a loud cry as he came in his shorts. Lucius removed his hand, licked his thumb clean and kissed him soundly.

"At least you had the decency to not make me cum all over my new sheets." The soiled shorts were discarded as he slid from the bed and padded over to his dresser to take out a pair of underwear and loose fit jeans that sat just low on his slim hips. "You'll fit something in the closet." Harry said walking out of the room and neglecting to put a shirt on.

"Where are you going?"

"Kitchen." He called, hopping down the stairs.

Downstairs, Harry quickly penned a note saying that he would be working from home today and sent it off with Hedwig.

"Hey kid." Came a voice from behind him. He turned around and flung his arms around the person's neck.

"Sirius! What are you doing here?"

"Molly sent me over to watch Ollie today. One of the twins needed her to help with something. Why aren't you at work?"

"Taking the day off. I brought work home with me yesterday. Isn't today yours and Remus' anniversary?"

"Yeah." Sirius replied dreamily.

"So what are you doing here?"

"He kinda kicked me out."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Oh, no, Harry, not like that. Remy said I was an unnecessary distraction. I can't help it if I'm naturally irresistible. He's just being all moody and shit." He shrugged indifferently. "I have the whole evening planned. I think he's pissed 'cause he thinks I forgot."

"Where's Ollie?"

"In the T.V. room with Winky."

Harry then remembered that Lucius was still in the house. "Tell Winky that there's laundry to be done, please. I just have to go and check on something upstairs." He said before calmly walking back up to his room.

Lucius stepped out of Harry's shower and slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. When he came out of the bathroom, a half dressed Harry was sitting on the bed.

"Sirius is downstairs. You showered?"

"I hope you don't mind. I take it that you will be taking the day off?"

"Not at all. I sent a note with Hedwig when I got downstairs. Do you think you could stay up here for, say, fifteen minutes while I get him to leave?"

Lucius shook his head, droplets of water flying everywhere. "Nope."

Harry smiled and kissed his cheek before grabbing a blue sweatshirt and heading back down to Sirius.

Sirius was sitting with Oliver and telling him about his days in school. Harry stood in the entryway and watched. He couldn't help but think that what he was seeing, the interaction between his godfather and his son, was almost perfect. If it was him, Oliver and their son, it would have been perfect. Harry pushed his hair behind his ears and walked over to the pair.

"Why don't I take the little one and bring him back later." He suggested. He picked Oliver up and rested him on his hip.

"Thanks, you don't mind, right?"

"Of course not."

"His nappies and blanket and everything else is in that bag over there." He said pointing to a large, canvas bag. Sirius walked over and picked it up off the chair and flung it across his body. Sirius took a closer look at his godson and gasped.

"You had sex!"

To say Harry was startled by the man's words would be and understatement. He looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights. "What?"

"You. Had. Sex! Yeah, see, that nice, dark hickey, there," He prodded the marred flesh with a finger and continued, "didn't help. You just have the look of someone who had really good sex. It's about time you got laid, kid…He's up in your room, isn't he?" Harry didn't know how to answer that one. As he ushered his godfather and son into the fireplace in his study, he asked, "You're going to the Burrow on Friday, right?"

"Yeah but Remy and I can't stay long. I'm taking him away for the weekend." And with that, Sirius flooed to Hogsmeade, then presumably to Hogwarts to further distract his lover.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he left. "Winky!"

"Yes, Harry Potter?" the small house elf in a polka dotted dress asked.

"Upstairs, there's laundry to be done and please change the sheets on my bed."

"Yes, sir." And the little creature disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

The kitchen was empty, and so was the coffee pot. Harry shuffled over to the cooking range and set a kettle of water to boil then fetched two mugs and a box of tea. Harry placed his glasses on the counter and turned on the sink to splash cold water on his face. He opened the ceramic jar marked 'FLOUR' and took out a cigarette and lighter. It sparked but didn't light. Harry dropped the lighter back in the jar and replaced the lid. A small box of matches, like the ones you get at restaurants, sat on a shelf above the sink. He struck it against the box and took a long drag. He opened the jar again and took out a flat, silver flask with the initials HJP engraved on it. It unscrewed easily and the cap swung aside. A few quick swigs from the flask and he replaced the cap and placed it in the jar. Lost in his own thoughts, Harry didn't hear Lucius come down the stairs. Another long drag from the cigarette and he tapped the ashes into the sink. He slowly exhaled and licked his lips. Strong arms wrapped around his stomach and a warm body pressed against him from behind.

"What's wrong?" Lucius asked, his voice was soft and soothing.

"Nothing, just thinking about something Sirius said."

"You really should quit smoking. What did he say?" He gently tugged on his earlobe and held him tighter.

Harry put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the ledge. "Today's his anniversary with Remus and he has this whole big thing planned for them. They're just so happy. I remember when Siri was acquitted and I thought 'Now he doesn't have to hide anymore and we can all be a normal family.' And we were. Before I moved out, it was like I had two really great fathers who lived for each other. They've been together since they were sixteen. They're just so…perfect. I've never seen two people so devoted to one another. I just can't help but think if I'll ever have what they have." He said softly, turning in Lucius' arms to face him. "Did you love your wife?" he asked.

"I loved Narcissa as nothing more than a sister or a close friend. There was a time when I was younger when I was infatuated with her but no, I never loved her romantically." He brought his hand up to cup Harry's face, his thumb gently stroking his cheek. "I've wanted this, wanted to be with you for so long. When I heard you were already with someone and when I saw you two kissing that time at the Order's headquarters I was devastated. Well, not exactly devastated but damn close to it. Draco was so angry at you when he found me sulking in my room. It took me almost six years to get up the nerve to kiss you. Yesterday was completely unreal. I understand if I was just a casual fuck to you, after all, I did try to kill you several times." Lucius' eyes were watery and when he blinked, a tear ran down his cheek. Harry found himself tearing as well and kissed him tenderly.

"I wonder how people would act if they knew you were so sensitive and that you actually had feelings and emotions. I never thought I'd live to see the day that Lucius Malfoy cried. I'm happy you kissed me, Saturday night. Better late than never. I'm glad we aren't trying to kill each other any more. Sorry for getting you sent to jail, by the way. I've wanted you since I was fifteen. You do remember what it's like to be fifteen, right? I can't even begin to count how many times I must have wanked off thinking about you. It took you nearly six years to kiss me, it took me nearly seven years to even talk to you, let alone kiss you. I have to agree, yesterday was wonderful and I never want you to think that you're just a casual fuck. Did you know you're the first person I've done anything physical with since Oliver? I'm so sorry you had to see us together." He paused briefly to kiss the tears that streaked his lover's face. "You wanted me, so now, you have me. I know this may sound incredibly selfish but I want to wait a while before we let people know we're together."

When Harry kissed him, he noticed something: Harry's mouth tasted like liquor. He pulled away and looked at the clock: 9:30. It wasn't even 10am and he was drinking.

"Before I came down here, were you drinking? Don't lie to me." Harry averted his gaze. "You told me that Molly took all your liquor. It's not even past ten yet and you are drinking?!"

The look on the older wizard's face was more than enough to tell Harry that he was disappointed. He squirmed out of his tight embrace and left the room.

The first floor wing of the townhouse was off limits to everyone but Harry. The doors had been sealed magically with only Harry knowing how to open them. In his current state of mind, the young man forgot to shut the doors to the hallway. At the far end of the hall were large, white double doors with a W and P painted on either side in gold. The first room Harry passed was the morning room, then Oliver's personal office which Harry had left exactly how Oliver had left it the last time he sat at the desk. After that was a nursery that the couple had spent hours toiling over before Oliver was born. It had never been used. Next to the nursery was the gallery where all the portraits were. He opened the door and walked in. Leaning against the wall was the portrait Oliver's parents had commissioned when he had joined Puddlemere United.

The brunette stood proud in his uniform and his broom in one hand. Tears stung Harry's eyes as he turned to see the portrait they had both sat for with his parents and Sirius and Remus. Oliver was just starting to show and the two young men looked adoringly at each other.

"I miss you." He sobbed, looking upon his former beloved, dropped to the floor and hugged his knees.

Lucius followed Harry through the house and watched as he opened the door to the closed off wing. 'That must've been their bedroom' he thought, seeing the monogrammed doors. Lucius waited before entering the hallway and approaching the room Harry had entered.

"I miss you." He heard him say. "Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to leave US?" He choked.

"I love you Harry, I always will, and I know you love me but you need to let go. It was my time and I couldn't stop it from happening." 'His portrait.' Lucius thought to himself. "You will always love me but please, do this for me, don't close yourself off."

"I'm afraid I'll be replacing you."

"You won't be."

"You have a son. I named him after you and my father and gave him your surname. This is the first time I've been down here since you died. I guess I needed some kind of closure."

He heard Harry crying and couldn't help crying, himself. Taking a deep breath, he entered the room and walked up beside him.

"How did you get in here?" Harry asked.

"You left the door open and I followed you to make sure you were alright."

"Why is he here?" Oliver's portrait asked, leering at the blonde.

"I'm here because I love him." Harry stared in shock. He hadn't been expecting to hear that but at the same time, he did.

"You- you l-love m-m-me?" He stuttered.

"More than you know." Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. "Didn't you listen to anything I said to you before? I hadn't meant to say anything so soon but I guess after six years of watching you from a distance took its toll and now I feel like I have to tell you that I've loved you immensely for the past five years."

"Harry, I think it's time you moved on. As much as it irks me to say it, Malfoy loves you and you obviously love the stupid git as well. I've known for a long time that deep, down you loved him more than me. You deserve to be happy."

Harry stood up and kissed Lucius hard. With one last smile, Harry closed the door and walked down the hallway, Lucius by his side and locked the doors.

"You know, Sirius won't be back with Oliver for several more hours. There's nobody here but us." A mischievous smirk played on his lips.

"Mm. I like the way you think, Potter." He said pulling Harry in the direction of his bedroom.

A/N: I apologize for my co-author's icky amount of fluff.