So Much for No Strings Attached

In a fit of passion Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy have a one night stand. What will it lead to? What secrets will be discovered? And will they both be able to admit to their feelings. Can this couple survive both their enemies and their families?

So Much for No Strings Attached

In a fit of passion Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy have a one night stand. What will it lead to? What secrets will be discovered? And will they both be able to admit to their feelings. Can this couple survive both their enemies and their families?

Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of Malfoy Manor, casting fractured emerald light across the rumpled silk sheets. Harry sat up, head pounding, memories flooding back in hazy flashes—the Ministry gala, too much wine, the charged glare across the room, the heat of Lucius’s mouth against his neck. Now, dawn approached, and reality settled like a curse. Lucius watched him from the doorway, robe cinched tight, grey eyes unreadable. "Regret is a wasted emotion, Potter," he said coolly. "Last night was inevitable."

Harry’s wand lay on the floor, inches from his hand. He didn’t reach for it. "Inevitable? Or just convenient?"

A house-elf scurried in with a sealed envelope—black wax, the Malfoy crest. Inside, a single line: The Blood knows what the mind denies.

Before either could react, the fireplace roared to life. A figure stepped through—hooded, silent. Not an ally. Not a guest.

Harry and Lucius exchanged a glance—enemies, lovers, bound by something older than hate. The intruder raised a wand. Time slowed.

They had seconds to decide: fight together, or let the past destroy them.