So Much for No Strings Attached

Chapter 5 A Meeting in Hogsmeade

It was the morning of the January Hogsmeade weekend. Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast whilst discussing their plans for the day. Harry had just broke the news that he would be remaining in the castle to work on the egg. Or at least that's what Harry told his friends. Hermione seemed very pleased with his idea not to go to Hogsmeade this weekend. Ron seemed confused as to why Harry was missing out on getting sweets and out of the castle.

'I told you Ron I'm staying behind to focus on cracking the egg,' Harry said.

Harry focused on the cereal before him rather than lying to his best friends. Harry hated lying to his friends but he doubted that Ron especially would ever forgive him if he was aware of Harry's affair with a Malfoy! Hermione might be a little shocked and tell him off for endangering himself by sleeping with a known Death Eater but Harry couldn't care less.

Harry had tried on more occasion than once to stay away from Lucius but every time the Portkey letter came Harry would always end up returning to Lucius' bed. It was insane but it was just something that Harry needed more than Harry could quite figure out why. He was finally able to get rid of the stress that his life as the Boy Who Lived, his abuse and the fear of death that Voldemort brought.

The two men had agreed to meet that weekend at a private establishment just off of the main street of Hogsmeade called Le Mystique.That was why Harry had told them he was staying here to work on his egg so that Harry could sneak off to fuck or be fucked by his lover. Harry had wondered briefly if Lucius knew anything about the second task but quickly vetoed that idea.

Harry's relationship with the Malfoy Lord was not based on words or god forbid trust. No it was based on sex and not much else. Not that Harry minded in the least although most of the rest of the world would mind. He knew that Lucius had wondered and questioned him about the scars that littered his body but Harry had refused to answer any questions.

Harry didn't want his lover to have anything over him and his home life was definitely that and much, much more. Not even Ron and Hermione his best friends in the world knew of his home life and that was the way Harry wanted it to remain. It was sad that his lover was about the person he trusted the least after Voldemort. Not that Harry trusted anyone much.

The Dursleys had beaten that into him. Harry's primary school teachers didn't help by refusing to believe what Harry was saying convinced that he was lying. What five year old from a happy home could possibly fabricate being beaten and starved Harry did not want to know. Then to find out that Albus Dumbledore his hero was the one who placed him there made Harry's trust plummet again.

'But you have loads of time,' Ron moaned.

'Only a month,' corrected Hermione.

'Thank you Hermione,' Harry said quietly.

While Harry was speaking to his friends he continued to fight the guilt that had arisen by lying and using his friends like this. The problem was he was just too good at manipulating people like this. There was a reason after all that the Sorting Hat had wanted Harry to be sorted into Slytherin. The fact was that Harry was as manipulative as any Slytherin when he wanted to be.