Insanity

He Chose Him.

Harry woke with a start, gasping for air as the fresh memory of his nightmare flashed in his brain.
He was covered in sweat, which should have made him colder in such a place; but Harry wasn't cold.

He blinked, coming down from his high of nightmare fuel and looked around sleepily.
Bellatrix was next to him, Harry was curled up towards the corner of the room, and Lucius had his head hung low; his breath not being evened out slow indicated he wasn't actually sleeping.

There was something else Harry noticed, a thin material covered him.
He soon recognized the material as a worn out shirt, so much larger than himself, placed over him like a blanket.
Harry looked back at Lucius, the man didn't have his shirt on.
He must be freezing!
Harry thought, looking down at his hand.
Bellatrix held his wrist tight, something she had always done around Harry if she allowed herself the ability to sleep.

She guarded him like a dog.
Harry stared at her for a moment, wondering just how it had come to this.
Bellatrix, holding his wrist tight enough so that she would know If someone took him, Harry curled up comfortably in the corner of a Azkaban prison cell.

And Lucius Malfoy; rapidly becoming Harry's new obsession.

Harry sighed softly, rubbing his face and looking at Lucius again.
He was covered in scars, long thin white lines struck all over his naked torso, some deeper than others.
Some looked almost fresh, others looked decades old, a large scar ran down his throat and down his chest.
Harry stared at it for a long while, his inner subconscious fighting him.

He knew if he did what he wanted to, there would be a change.
Consequences.
A shift in the atmosphere.

Harry knew that, somehow he didn't care.

He gently unwrapped Bellatrix hand from his wrist, holding the shirt close to his chest.
He stood on shaky legs, giving one last look at Bellatrix before looking at Lucius.

He took a step forward.
Then another.
He continued walking slowly towards the seemingly sleeping blonde.

Now there he stood, directly in front of the man, wondering if he shouldn't just turn back and go sit with Bellatrix again.

But he couldn't.
He didn't want to, and it was too late.

Harry slowly leaned against the wall, using as support as he slid down into a sitting position on the floor next to Lucius.
Harry would let his subconscious win, but he knew one thing for sure.

What he had just done cannot be reversed.

Harry had picked Lucius over Bella, something so small as sitting with the man was a very big deal.
It meant one thing and one thing only.
Harry trusted Lucius with his life.

Harry gently laid down, placing his head in Lucius' lap.
He had drifted off to sleep before he saw Lucius' shit eating grin or felt his hands brushing through his hair.

Harry chose Lucius over Bellatrix.
And Lucius did not like to share.