Lucius turned towards Draco, a frown between his brows. Harry thought he could see the question<span style="font-style: italic">which part</span>form in Lucius' mind, but he appreciated the fact that Lucius had enough foresight not to phrase it like that; after all, everything felt excessive.<br/>"I am not interested in associating myself with a<span style="font-style: italic">fling</span>, Draco," Lucius instead said.<br/>It was unsaid but for the first time over the true intentions of their lunch shone through. Lucius' voice was heavy with the unsaid<span style="font-style: italic">homosexual</span>lacking from his sentence, solidifying that this was meant as a cheap association to a marginalized group. Feeling the felling of dread pooling in the pit of his stomach, Harry shifted in his chair.<br/>As if the movement had attracted his attention, Lucius' eyes shifted from his son to Harry. There was almost a challenge in Lucius' eyes, looking like he was half expecting Harry to object.<br/>Uncomfortable, and responding to a question Lucius hadn't asked, Harry just answered with an almost instinctive, "Yes, sir."